#cough cough tommyinnit himself

[sandsoftide]

Ooooo I love your responses! I personally prefer numbers just because it’s easier for me to remember but I do respect noxcrew’s decision to make the event less sweaty lol. I realised after I sent the ask you had a post about missing buildmart (the beloved).

The question about players like Sapnap came as the reddit had a small discussion on if he would return. Most people agree that there’s no reason for why he can’t play unlike certain people (cough cough Punz) but if he does return that’s a different question. He doesn’t have many close friends who play regularly, he hasn’t been playing minecraft since Punz and George were called out and it’s well known that Sapnap is hard to put into a team. He can’t be PG, he only wants to play with some friends and Scott himself said that Sapnap is hard to put into a team because of said reasons. But I wanted to see an opinion outside of reddit lol.

Anyway more questions:

1, what do you think the new game is?

2, how do you feel about people claiming that the event is better because lots of ex dsmp members aren’t playing as much? Not counting the ones who were called out for horrible things, just former dsmp members not playing Eg, Philza, Tommyinnit, Foolish (Which is a wild take as Hbomb and CPK are ex-dsmp players and 3/4 of blue this mcc were so…)

3, what’s better, the new or old parkour warrior?

4, do you think someone in modern mcc could break Techno’s coin record?

5, the most difficult question yet, because Joel was playing mcc before becoming a hermit, should Hbomb have to play with Joel again to add him to his hermit list or do we add Joel to H’s hermit list without them playing together again?

That's a fair point about numbers, but for me I actually feel like most of the mccs in the late 20s/30s sort of blend together for me? although that could just be how season 3 was

Yeah, those are all also good reasons why he wouldn't. I could see trying to bring him back for like, hype/views, but I hadn't thought about how many of his viable teammates have quit the event LMAO. Probably for the best with the way noxcrew is trying to make things less competitive anyways. If nothing else I will miss having someone to root against, I guess

New questions :D thanks!!

for 1) i have absolutely NO idea. I REALLY hope its a team game, a redstone game would be fun but there's no way they actually would do that so. eh. Maybe something with players on different tracks going through a puzzle course, kind of like that one grid runners room with the pistons? Seems like minecarts are involved, anyways. I'd love to hear any theories you have!

2) People are saying that? that's dumb, lmao. I'm glad to see dt leave, but beyond them? Most of the dsmp crew were great sports and I think one of the best parts of mcc was getting to see different communities interact! I mean, a lot of them are moving past mc as a whole and mcc *has* been running for a very long time now, so I don't blame them for leaving, but I am sad to see them go. Although making room for newcomers is great too, and I love the variety of players we're seeing already for s4

3) new 100% old pkw SUCKED. it wasn't even fun to watch the good players, honestly. I hate old pkw but new pkw is actually really enjoyable! Lot more strategy, a lot more room for players to not feel like deadweight. still not my favorite game but it is honestly one of my favorite movement games

4) I mean, it's theoretically possible, but I don't think it'll ever happen. I mean it's been ages since someone's even broken 4k. I also just don't think we'll see a game lineup with the most high-scoring games, it'd make for a pretty unbalanced roster with basically no team games and that's no fun! but 4k maybe, especially if sg ever returns and the new game is point heavy.

5) woah, heavy hitter. I hadn't thought of that... I wanna say it should count. joel's always been so hermit adjacent anyways, so actually I'm checking now and they haven't teamed since SEASON 1???? No it doesn't count. solely because they should team again

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Fate of Sleep

by phantom_star739

“Hey,” a soft voice fills his ear. “That cough sounded bad.”

Tommy blinks himself into awareness. “I’m fine.”

Wilbur snorts. “You definitely sound fine.”

Tommy nods, hardly acknowledging Wilbur’s words, because just then, Wilbur had cupped his face with his hand, it felt good.

OR: tommy's sick, wilbur takes care of him, you know the drill CRIMEBOYS

Words: 841, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 8 of whump/flufftober 2023

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, pure fluff, its all, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Comfort, Comfort No Hurt, Sickfic, Sick Character, Sick TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Sleep, sleepy, Protective Wilbur Soot, Older Sibling Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot Loves TommyInnit, TommyInnit Loves Wilbur Soot, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Platonic Kissing, They love each other, such fambly, Flufftober 2023

[somefoxwithahat]

The night is still young, he can almost imagine his second older brother said to him. If ever dad meet invite him here along with him. As Tomy Innes walk with confident inside the bar longue of Las Nevadas, the jazz is still playing such classic in his taste. And he loves it. Maybe he's just easily influence by his father, well sue him. He likes calming music. His slick back butter yellow hair slightly glistening under the lights of the bar. Some of the bar goers eye him with curiously as he walk passed them.

Okay maybe wearing a red double breasted suit with maroon tie is a bad choice, oh prime everyone is probably laughing behind his back. Or whispering words, Okay Tomy, FOCUS. Eyes on your walkpath, smile with confidence. You're an adult now, just relax. As he stop and take a sit on front of the bar longue, as he silently watch the fox hybrid bartender bringing drinks to other bar goers, maybe it won't be so bad. He thought as he gently cough as he removed his dark aviator glasses and spoken in professional manner silently praying he got the bartender's attention.

"Greetings, gentleman may i reserve this four seats near me. As i wait for the others to arrive?"

Please say yes. It would be awkward if i needed to move seats or table. I felt nervous...

(It would be funny c!Fundy mistaken Tomy for c!Tommyinnit, laugh at him finding this prank on being another person is hilarious and order him to leave the bar or he'll call c!Purpled to drag him to the exit.)

Fundy looked up from the glass he was cleaning to answer, "Yeah su-" He immediately cut himself off when he saw the person, frozen in shock. What the fuck. He thought Tommy was banned or whatever- Or was that W- the ex president of L'manburg..? Though after a moment he chuckled, "Yeah, sure." He said, going along with the assumed joke.

This was probably not Tommy and just a look alike, he could tell by the way he held himself, he didn't hold the same confidence the kid did, but it'd be funny if it was him. He wondered who the others were, but he'll find out eventually. He sat the glass down, trying to hold back another laugh as he spoke. "So, anything I should get you for now or are you waiting for the other people to arrive?"

[itsoverfeeling]

I forgot one of like the most important pieces in the Origins AU.

So the main cast is based on Sanders Sides with a bunch of my OCs that just pop up out of nowhere and are supposed to just be there for like a story or two then dissappear but then accidentally become main characters (-cough cough- Caleb -cough-), but there is also MYCT. Specifically DSMP characters. And they're gods. -jazz hands- totally doesn't go wrong.

The gods' role in the story is kind of like the greek gods. They are /supposed/ to be hands off, only interacting with mortals when they choose champions from among them who are given the powers of that god. The main gods that the crew interact with are the Minecraft family, and two OC gods, Queen Nebula and the Wither King. I'm gonna copy a bunch of stuff from the canon library and Caleb's own story telling in the series:

Some gods are who they are from the beginning of their existence, brought forth by the God of Creation himself. Others are chosen from among mortals, granted power to be used for good, or for evil. Though they tend to stay within their own plane of existence, their powers and areas of rule have the possibility of affecting all of us.

The Gods can pick mortal champions to spread their influence. Doing so will have the God share their magic with them. The Gods can be very picky on who they think is worthy.

God of Creation

The creator of all worlds and resources, the God of Creation is the first and main god. It is generally accepted to refer to the God of Creation as Ender. Though some have tried to make an argument that he is Herobrine, the ghostly legend. It is unclear if these arguments are inspired by factual experiences, as many “witnesses” upon further investigation recant their accounts. 

What is true is that the God of Creation spent his time working in the beginning, and now is said to rest and watch his creation unfold unless approached with a request. Ender is said to be too powerful for any mortal and thus will not make anyone a champion.

God of Decay

Said to have been born of the stars, the God of Decay- also known as the Wither King- harnesses the dark arts of Wither magic. His god-status is said to have been gained when he was mortal, having already given in to the corruption of Wither magic and seeking more power. He approached Ender, the God of Creation, with the request to become a god. Ender granted this wish, but in turn granted the Wither King’s sister godship as well.

Wither King values drive and knowledge, seeking out people who he believes are like him. Because he is trapped, he tries to take over his champion's will in a way to be able to live again and maybe one day free himself from his prison. The Wither King is said to have the power to give the Wither effect to anything, causing it to decay, and summon and control the Wither mobs. 

Goddess of Life

Sister to the God of Decay, the Goddess of Life was granted power to balance out her brother. Most agree there was a great battle between the two, but every society has their own version of the story’s outcome. Some say they both perished. Others say the Goddess of Life killed the Wither King. Still some believe the Goddess could not bring herself to kill her own brother, instead imprisoning him in the Nether.

Nebula values passion and compassion in her champions. Only known as Queen’s Champions, Nebula picks people with the goal of protecting life and stopping her brother's influence. She also believes in not meddling in mortal life so her champions appear only when needed. Nebula gives her champions the power of the stars and to heal. 

Goddess of Death

A loving Goddess named Kristin that takes care of the souls of the dead and decides where they should go. Also known as the Raven Queen, she takes the form of a raven Elytrian. She married an Angel of Death named Philza and has three sons. Tommyinnit, the God of Chaos. Wilbur Soot, the God of Music. And Technoblade, the God of Violence, also known as the Blood God. 

Kirstin values compassion and empathy in her champions. Called Angels of Death, their goals are to help guide lost souls to the afterlife. The most famous Angel being Philza Minecraft. Legend says that Philza was a champion that the Queen fell in love with and was given immortality so they could always be together. Angels of Death are said to have the ability to see spirits and know when someone is about to die.

God of Chaos

Tommyinnit, also known as Tommy or Theseus, is the God of Chaos. Tommy doesn’t believe in order and rules, and is known to be loud and cause trouble for everyone. Tommy is the youngest God and it shows. Tommy is loved by people who are rebels and also likes to cause trouble. Despite all his bravo, Tommy is still a loyal god to the ones he loves and holds his brothers in high regard. 

Tommy isn’t allowed to have champions, as the last time he had champions, supposedly the world almost ended. Legend says that the champions lost their minds and couldn’t handle the God’s magic. Some wonder if this means Tommy is more powerful than anyone believes.

God of Music and Diplomacy

Wilbur Soot is the God of Music and Diplomacy. The middle child of Philza and Kristen, Wilbur is a bit of a rebel himself. Wilbur values music and freedom, using his words to charm his way out of trouble. He is married to Sally, Goddess of the Sea and father of Fundy, God of Technology. 

Wilbur values charisma and talent in his champions known as Phantom Bards. Phantom Bards’ goal is to spread music and lead people into freedom and revolution. Phantom Bards are known to be some of the most talented musicians in the world. Being a Phantom Bard gives you the ability to phase through walls, turn invisible and let your music influence how people feel. Because of this, some people are untrusting of the musicians.

God of Violence (The Blood God)

A God of honor and devotion to people, Technoblade is no stranger to bloodshed. He is said to be praised by those going into battle, though his blessing never seems to be upon those fighting for a government. The legends speak of him toppling many attempts at government by the other gods, Technoblade holding to the belief that government corrupts. However, he seems to continually bless potato farms that make annual travels to disrupt the nearest governmental agency, much to the disdain of surrounding towns. There are many legends of the feats of Technoblade.

Technoblade values strength and loyalty in his champions known as Blood Warriors. No one is too sure what the actual goal is of the Blood Warriors are besides fighting and murder. Being a champion of Technoblade gives his champions greater strength, stamina and endurance. They are well feared in war times as even one Blood Warrior is said to turn the tide of battle.

God of Technology

Fundy, who is a trans man, is the God of Technology thanks to his great knowledge of how redstone and magic works and his curiosity to experiment and learn more. But being a fox, Fundy is also a known prankster. Sometimes helping his uncle Tommy cause chaos. 

Fundy’s champions are inventors and researchers known as Hermits. Hermits’ goals are to learn more about the world and invent new things to better it. Fundy values intelligence and curiosity in his champions. Hermits are said to have the ability to read any form of magic, even different hybrid magic. 

grabs you. holy shit.

[kai-keda]

Cowards Die Many Times | DreamSMP Fanfic

Wow okay so I literally JUST made a post flat-out making fun of myself for writing this but in the tags I made a comment of “Should I post this?” and wow three people already reblogged with comments expressing I share.

So, you can thank (or blame lol) @thesmpisonfire @tommyistheprotagofthesmp and @ak3m0n for this being posted here at all. Depending on what the response to this is on here, I may or not post it on a03 and, again, depending on the response, I may or may not make this a sort of collection of one-shots detailing different death scenes and how the characters felt in those moments.

A/N:

THIS IS NOT ABOUT THE REAL LIFE STREAMERS!

I view the DreamSMP storyline as a sort of Dungeons and Dragons game with no real DM. Just players running around a world that they create as they go along and cause whatever chaotic instances and plot points they can manage. As such, while I write this and as you read this I want you to remember - burn into your brain - that this story isn’t about the real Minecraft streamers. They aren’t even streamers in this fic, they are fictional characters living in a made-up fictional world. I get that the line is blurred due to the nature of the videos this is based on, but I view it as being sort of like how when you write a character like Spiderman, you’re writing Spiderman, not Tobey Maquire.

All that being said, I really wanted to just write this concept of how death and respawn works with Tubbo from a certain festival event but as it turns out, he is very uncomfortable with the concept of fanfiction written about him. (Thank you SMP-boundaries for your God sent Tumblr) As such, even though I don’t see it as me writing literally him as I’m sure he’s seen plenty of, I won’t include anything from his perspective and try to limit any sort of mention of him. (I can’t bring myself to surgically remove him entirely. That would just be impossible because of how much of a part he plays both in what visibly happens and in Tommy’s development) ALSO PLEASE do not go out of your way and tag or try to show any of the Minecraft streamers/youtubers involved in this (not that y’all would lol). I happen to know that Tommy especially doesn’t want to see them even if he’s okay with them existing.

This was also meant to be a sort of collection of ficlets in one chapter. It was going to include more than this one scene and even include a POV from Wilbur but, uh, wow I got really carried away heh

SO YEAH! Now we got the important bits out of the way, please enjoy~

Cowards Die Many Times

“Do I shoot him Wil, or do I aim for the skies?” It was a heavy question. So heavy he couldn’t bring himself to raise his head. As they stood together and allowed the light reflecting off the water shine on them in a subtle way, Tommy considered his options. The answer should have been obvious. After all, this was war and this duel was their ticket to end it all and free themselves from their previous leader. The one Wil and he had labeled as a tyrant.

Dream.

“Tommy I -” A pause. Tommy looked up at his general. The only man he would ever take orders from. Wilbur Soot. He could see in his eyes that he had messed up. This was a burden Tommy couldn’t handle anymore. The deafening silence lasted for all of two seconds but it felt like eternity. He would never know for sure what Wilbur thought of his outburst and challenge towards their worst enemy, but the answer he received relaxed him. If only for a bit.

“I want you to do whatever your heart tells you.”

Tommy took a deep breath and relaxed it before turning around and going towards the man who hid behind a mask.

“Coward.” He whispered to himself. When he thought the word, he believed it was for Dream but now that he felt it leave his mouth and heard the shake of his voice, he wasn’t sure if it was for himself or not.

He walked to the center of the wooden path and held his bow tight. The tyrant, with his bright green hoodie that seemed to act as a target and challenge, laughed with his friends. With George and Sapnap. As if he felt this was all a game and after he won it would all be over with him holding more than bragging rights. The worst of the scene was that even Eret - the traitor - joined in their fun.

With such thoughts running through his mind, it’s no wonder the decision Tommy came to.

They needed their independence.

And Tommy had the perfect opportunity.

He knew what death felt like. He had nearly grown used to it. Maybe that’s why he was always so quick to start fights, skirmishes and even join wars. That was probably why he felt no regret with this decision to challenge the immediate area’s strongest member.

But if he was so used to death, then why did he shake so much?

Dream finally left his friends behind to watch as he walked towards Tommy. The younger of the two swallowed his nerves and did his best to glare. The smiling mask stared him down. Was Dream glaring under there? Was he shaking within the loosely fit hoodie? Was he…

“Are you taking this seriously at all, Dream?”

“Oh, I don’t know. This seems pretty easy.”

Oh yeah, Tommy was killing him for sure. To hell with any sort of ‘honor’ that supposedly came with throwing away ones shot in a duel, Dream was officially a dead man.

“Remember, Tommy,” Dream stated with his usual calmness, “when I win, you give me the disk, Mellohi, and you all give up this silly tantrum for good.”

Tommy glared even harder as now he was angrier than ever. Dream was always after his music disks, his most prized possessions in this God forsaken land. Betting one of them was worth it if it meant seizing total and complete independence forever for this wonderful vision Wilbur had shared with him.

He thought briefly about the disks. About why they were so treasured by Dream and himself.

For Dream they were merely bargaining tools. Something he could use to keep Tommy under control and stop him from starting anymore fights with anymore members under Dreams thumb. The deal would be that if Tommy got involved in any sort of ‘griefing’ of any kind, Dream would burn the disks. Though, to be completely fair and honest, all of that had started with Sapnap burning an unrelated member's home and then dragging both of the now dueling men into the fight.

But for Tommy? These disks were everything. There was something nostalgic about the sound of music, as though there was something he had long forgotten from a time far behind him. It was incredibly rare where they lived to find such things and Tommy, Tommy had two of them. Each a different mixture of sounds that brought their own unique textures to his mind.

He was not about to throw away his shot.

A whisper entered his mind and he did his best to not give away who it was from. For someone to use this ability, one that made themselves freeze in place and become vulnerable, especially at a time like this, it was important. So he simply continued to glare at Dream.

‘There’s no turning back now, Tommy. Good luck out there. My right hand man.’

Tommy took a deep breath before yelling out as loud as he could. “LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO!”

At the sound of yelling, Dream, Sapnap, George, Eret and even Tubbo - the only other member as young as the loud blonde child and one of their allies - all laughed. But the rest of his side? His makeshift army? They starred with an apathetic energy Tommy wasn’t sure what to feel about. All looked as though they had given up on this hopeless revolution. The humanoid fox and supposed child of the general, (it was unclear how serious he was of such a claim as it was never confirmed) Fundy, even went so far as to let out a sigh and shake his head.

He never was one to find such outbursts funny. It was as though he felt that Tommy treated this all as a simple game with no consequences. Yeah, he hadn’t experienced death nearly as many times as Tommy had, so maybe he did think more of it. 

Wilbur, however, was hardly monotone in his expression and voice. As he spoke his next line, he looked directly at Tommy for only a brief second with worry and, more importantly, sadness. Wilbur had also already given up but as Tommy thought over that look, he realized that Wilbur, the one who was always looking after him as though he were an older brother charged with watching over the youngest child, was apologizing for dragging him into this. For supposedly making Tommy experience the worst possible torture this crazy world had to offer over and over.

Death.

“Are both parties ready?” Wilbur had questioned. After that one look, he refused to even so much as glance at Tommy. The younger one understood. Wil could never help getting emotional in times like these, after all.

Tommy turned to look at his opponent and the damn man was putting on a show of yawning, hardly looking prepared. He really was that confident.

Tommy pointed an accusatory finger at the one who seemed to like to smile a bit too much and yelled out “Are you ready to experience death, Dream?! Cause I’m ready to cause it for you!”

Dream shrugged and stood straight, bow in hand at his side. “Let’s hurry and get this started.”

Wilbur, still not looking at Tommy and, more surprisingly, not saying anything about his outburst of a response, stated the rules of the duel.

Turn their backs to each other, count ten paces - no more, no less - and then fire on your opponent at will. The first to die wins the duel and the agreement.

Either Tommy loses one-half of his most prized possessions, or he gains independence for their nation.

The count began. Tommy thought about what it would be like to kill Dream like this. No tricks, no silly traps and no real plans from either of them. Just a single arrow making contact and he would be dead. It was almost unreal. He would be a hero and would be considered a total badass. Maybe everyone, both enemy and friend, would finally respect him.

The count hit four. His thoughts turned away from such happy fantasies. What if Dream wanted revenge? He never took losing very well. Rather, he took it harshly, and the Lord only knew what George would do to them in unofficial retaliation. Dream would probably lightly suggest George return the favor to Tommy in a whisper and then claim to wash his hands of the incident. Just for the satisfaction of showing power while keeping whatever peace they decide upon after all this.

The count hit seven. Tommy centered himself. Maybe it was a bad idea to allow himself to daydream at this time. He probably should’ve been scanning and studying the terrain thoroughly and thinking of how to use it to his advantage and of how the other could use it against him. Think of a plan or at least a vague idea of the literal millions if not infinite possibilities.

Like hell.

Tommy always thought of plans only when he was backed into a corner and even then he was well into a battle.

Dream was the one to come up with every possible outcome and choose one of nine where he won. Tommy refused to be like Dream.

The count hit ten.

Tommy turned quickly and fired. His arrow went off and almost hit Sapnap, someone who was once an ally, if only temporarily, in his and Dream’s initial war. Way further off his target than the young man was willing to accept.

There was no time to think and sit in denial of being such a terrible shot. No time to listen to Dreams lackies yell at him to be a better aim or watch Tubbo cover his eyes while Fundy simply shrugged as though expecting it. Dream’s first arrow went by his ear so fast he almost felt as though it could deafen him and the older of the two was already aiming his second shot while Tommy was stuck in disbelief.

Tommy quickly moved and jumped to avoid the arrow that he knew would hit him if he didn’t but instead of landing on the wooden path, he crashed into the water. The very lake - or was it a pond? - that served to decorate the land and create a nice scenic area to sit and enjoy time with friends around. Tommy had forgotten all about it just as everyone had probably predicted.

Just as Dream had predicted.

As no arrows came, Tommy figured that Dream was waiting for him to surface so he took the time to ponder on his decisions.

After all, there was no doubt they were coming to bite him in the ass. There was no chance of him getting out of the water and not getting shot to death by a single arrow from his worst enemy.

This was it.

He was going to die again.

How much would it hurt this time? How long would he be stuck in an area of nothingness as whatever God that created them formed a new body? Would he be able to see his friends, to see Wilbur, as they are forced to give away any hope of a special place they could call their own?

Would it be slow and torturous as his body reels from the pain or would it be instant and clean? He had no way of knowing any of these things. He had no way of knowing what this death would feel like as, in his experience, there was no rhyme or reason to any of it.

What would one day only sting for a bit as he was instantly brought back to life, would cause him to spasm and feel his heart stop and his lungs give up their air for what felt like hours. In that one case that comes to mind, to add insult to injury, he would be trapped in that plain area that was completely absent of light and life with no way to contact anyone he loved (or hated).

They all knew this.

They all agreed that the fear of what would happen as you see the attacks coming and you feel yourself growing weaker could only sometimes be worse than the experience itself.

Tommy felt torn by everything in a single moment. If they all knew this, then why did they fight in this war to begin with? Was it worth these moments of pure fear and terrible agony?

Whenever he would die he would return as though nothing ever happened despite his true thoughts and experience. He was not one to talk about things like ‘feelings’ or ‘emotions’. That was something for women and only women. No matter how much Wilbur would try to encourage him to be more open like Tubbo, Tommy was a man. And he was always fighting to prove it.

Yes.

He may be positive he’ll lose. He may be certain there is no chance of winning this duel, but Tommy made a decision in that moment as he swam to the other side of the path.

He was going to die but he’d be damned if he let himself be the cause of Wilbur’s hopes in the form of their very own L’Manberg crashing down forever and for good.

First, he had to make it look good so no one else would suspect what he had hiding in the deepest part of his mind. An actual plan.

He jumped from the lake and pointed his arrow directly at the mask and right between the eyes but before he could fire, he was hit.

Ah. This one was going to hurt.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

THE TOMMYINNIT DSMP FINALE RECAP!!!

(Fair warning, this stream DOES contain c! and cc!Dream!)

The stream opens up to a black screen, with “It’s All Over But The Crying” playing in the background.

Tommy starts in his house, items left over in a chest for Tubbo. Sadly, he mentions it’s his last hour. He meets up with Tubbo, and after about a minute of Tubbo forgetting to join the call, they have one last walk down the Prime path while talking. He talks about meeting Schlatt, the Duel, and then decides to go to the museum.

Tommy panics a little at the final control room recreations, and looks through a few for the books. Then, he and Tubbo decides to go into the Camaravan to reminisce about their past, when they were young- only sixteen.

Tommy promises after his death the server will be whole again, and after a year of sadness, Tubbo should look back on their time together with a smile. It might not be the happiest day, but they shouldn’t mourn yet. They have a duty, and it’ll be over.

Tubbo feels horrible over killing Tommy, and Tommy reassures him that it’s only pressing a button. And then Tubbo can live for a long time, taking care of Micheal and his loved ones.

Tubbo is in denial, saying that this can’t be it, but Tommy points out all the ways of saving him won’t work. He also makes a Wilby joke, and laughs about the fact that at least they’re not crying anymore. He tells Tubbo to go into his house and read a book once he, Dream and Punz are dead, and looks wistfully at the L'Manberg photo, before handing it to Tubbo, saying it’ll be like that for him once it’s over, except he'll have no wars and new friends.

Tommy asks Tubbo if he’s ready, and Tubbo says no. He asks how the world can be just after this, and Tommy says it isn’t. He asks for the photo of L'Manberg for the road, and allows Tubbo to take the bench instead, and says goodbye. They have a final fist bump.

Tommy takes a deep breath, and reassures himself that it’ll allow everyone to live happily ever after- even the ones he didn’t like- and this is what he has to do. He takes a final breath of fresh air before entering the prison, and says goodbye to the SMP.

Tommy panics about the prison, but wanders through, looking for Dream. He sings “You Spin Me Right Round” to comfort himself.

Tommy engages Dream and Punz and tries to duel him, which makes Dream laugh, and call Tommy a comedian. Tommy starts goading Dream about Spirit, and talks to Punz about exile. He admits he almost killed himself, but Punz says the world doesn’t revolve around Tommy. Punz tries to leave, but Tommy blocks it off.

Dream mentions that he could have revived Tommy anyway, and says that it’s Tommy's fault for exile. Tommy counters by asking why he took the discs, and why he’s obsessed with them (and Tommy), and asks him to explain why he did everything. Dream laughs and says Tommy must have doubts, and asks if he's trying to join.

Dream says nothing matters except for knowing what we are, and he'd sacrifice even himself for that. Tommy responds that they’re people, and asks if that’s enough. Dream says no, and asks what Tommy's going to do- just die? What if he and Tubbo could live forever?

Tommy says that life is about taking it slow and having happy moments, just enjoying it. He says Dream could have had fun with him, and Dream says Tommy destroyed that chance. He says he’s a bitch because Tommy's a pest, and that none of the pain he caused matters. He asks if Tommy would have been okay in Limbo forever if he killed himself.

Tommy takes off his armour, and apologises. He says Dream’s always been after power, and asks how he can handle it. Handle the pain of dying, like it’s nothing? Dream says it doesn’t matter, and kills Tommy.

Tommy sees the beginning of the server in limbo, confused. He begs to be brought back, saying he doesn’t want to be alone. He takes a sudden, deep breath, and is revived. Coughing and wheezing and clearly in pain, Dream calls it nothing while Tommy has a panic attack. The two of them ask Tommy what he saw, as he cries in pain.

Tommy asks Dream how he can live with that, and Dream says it sucks now but once he can live forever with everyone it’ll be worth it. The ends justify the means, right? Even if it sucks for Tommy.

Tommy tells Dream what he saw, about how he was happy before he fell into his obsession. Now, he’s excited at the thrill and adrenaline, but back then, he was just simply happy. He doesn’t even see his friends. He desperately tries to appeal to the good that must still be inside him.

Tommy surmises that Dream just wanted it to be simple, and that’s why Dream hurt him so bad, and he now understands a little, but that this isn’t right. Dream might want friends, and he gets that. Punz, offended, asks if he’s his friend. Tommy desperately tried to empathise with Dream, and tell him to stop, tell him to stop, but Dream says it’s too late.

Tommy asks him to grow old together, and if that isn’t enough? Dream says he doesn’t know, and Tommy begs him to know why not, and Dream says he doesn’t want to be alone, and why can't he let him make it simple again?

Dream asks if it’s not too late, and Tommy says it is, because of the nuke. Tommy apologises, and says it’s too late. The screen goes white, and a ringing noise plays.

Tommy wakes up somewhere else, with Tubbo and Dream, in a completely fresh server. They don’t know who each other are, and offer to work together. The camera fades to black.

c!dream “i will change my whole way of life when the kid i said i hated talks to me for fifteen minutes my philosophy is logical” was taken, everybody.

[elytrafemme]

Title: cough syrup

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Category: Multi

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Relationship: Ranboo & Tubbo, Tubbo & Tommyinnit, Ranboo & Tubbo & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Sleepy Boys Inc. & Tubbo, Nihachu & Ranboo, Tubbo & Quackity, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Quackity/Schlatt

Characters: Ranboo, Tubbo, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, Jack Manifold, Nihachu, Quackity, Philza, Schlatt, Dream

Chapters: 28/45

Chapter Title: XXVIII - i think i might be falling for the boy who swallowed the sun

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Ranboo, in the midst of a hurricane, spends time with Tubbo. They have several conversations, some light-hearted and some intense, and Ranboo finds the bravery to confront certain parts of himself for the first time.

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this is the unofficially titled gay chapter I have been waiting to post since the start of this fic. i hope you all enjoy it. <3

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@girlbossjackie @frogs-in3-hills @oaklies-side @recoveredrecordings @aiilov-c @areus-in-a-little-cave @re-bi-vebur @deminjackets @mayz1er @spider-shoes @the-pigeon-cat @jazforthesoul @jaymesdoodles @oh-no-i-watch-dsmp @yeah-this-is-my-username @cupsmp @the-ender-system @girltestosterone @woop-woop-wooper @avianavii @nicheoverhere

(dm to be added, specify if you just want CS or want all of my fics.)

[pixiemage]

Things I've learned about Hermitcraft Season 9 by proximity even though I'm still on Season 8 and haven't seen any new episodes:

Grian is on That Eldritch Horror Shit™ this season and nobody's quite sure what's up with that yet

Mumbo was gone for a while and it was Sad Boi Hours until he got back (though when he got back his name was different and he had Grian Waffle Hair so....what? Also his mustache appeared in The Rift and wtf is happening there)

Scar tried his hand at creepy audiobook narration, good for him

Hawkeye? HOT GUY!

Egg Hunt happened and the Hermits got emotionally attached to their eggs (also man bun Grian)

WorldEater.jpeg

Somehow people are turning into creepers and scaring the shit out of other people and I can't wait to see what that's about

Grian is failing at Mission Impossible and Mumbo is laughing

There was a euphemistic diamond tower war a la S6 Build Battle

Rendog is a king now? Apparently? Again? Red King cough cough

If I had a nickel for every time Bdubs put himself at the right hand of a person in power on Hermitcraft, I'd have two nickels...which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

(Also from what I can tell it's Bdubs who told him he should be king? I think?? Like??? Mumbo for Mayor all over again but with a crown? Again, two nickels, etc etc)

Etho is in exile for some reason, and at least five people on my dash have made jokes about TommyInnit and DSMP (which I'm thoroughly enjoying)

Xisuma is bones

[shatmonster]

sams corruption arc is so fucking good!!

watching his character go from one of the most generous and kind members of the server to the most ruthless and corrupt individual has been played out so well. imo this has probably been the best corruption arc on the server (sorry wilbur). sam built the prison so he could help people (the pay was practically nothing for what he did); serve the server ya know. and with dreams imprisonment saw the beginning of his character turning to cruelty and inhumanity. the overwhelming knowledge that you are responsible for the server's greatest threat is bound to break any man, and it did.

we watched sam start to care less and less about dream, treat him worse and worse; his voice became harder, he started to lose the heart he was so well known for.

the turning point was quite obviously the death of tommyinnit

right after tommy died and came back, we saw sam grieving and beating himself up over it. he played a part in a childs death and suffering, and he couldnt stand that about himself. so he isolated himself, he lost his self confidence and became the unstable shell he still is. quackity using that to his advantage is undeniably wrong but so so hot and quickly aided in the deterioration of sams character. but it played such a big part in his corruption. he quite possibly could have healed and reflected enough to realize what hed become when he was on his sad little island, but quackitys manipulation and exploitation of a broken creeper, left us with this hot mess.

the hot mess that will do, or not do, anything to make sure his one goal is met: keep dream in prison. Hes become one-track minded (cough wilbur corruption arc), losing the part of him that cares for other things, other people. he told tommy himself he didnt care about him, he permanently hurt ponk, he let another person die, on his watch. whether ghostburs death was justified or not, it is undeniable that sam did, and does, not care either way. and now, because of himself, hes made sure his goal will not be met.

[mothra-mcyt]

☾ MCYT's reaction to you asking them to protect your drink at a party ☽

!Warning meantions of drugs, alcohol and cursing!

》 George 《

I feel like he‘s a lightweight so either he‘s not drinking any alcohol at a party or he gets drunk as fuck

If he‘s really drunk you shouldn‘t trust him with your drink I’m gonna be honest that man won’t be able to concentrate on your drink fro more than 5 seconds

If he‘s sober tho you surely can trust him with your drink

That man has no bad intentions

But if someone is really scary and buff trying to drug your drink he‘s probably not gonna fight them because that man has noodle arms

》 Sapnap 《

He might make some jokes but he definitely wouldn‘t do anything to your drink because this man drinks his respect women juice

I would trust this man with my life he would definitely beat up anyone who wants to fuck with your drink and he would not hold back

This man may look very chill and laid back but if you try to fuck with his friends oh lord

He may be a little bit high tho if there‘s any drugs involved in the party but that won‘t hold him back much

That man will probably look over you and your drink subtly the entire rest of the party just to make sure you‘re really okay

》 Badboyhalo 《

That man is probably the most sober person at a party and the nicest person

Probably as soon as you tell him that you have to leave your drink alone for a few minutes he'll ask if he can watch out that it's safe

I don't know about you but i think that guy can be scary as fuck he knows how to throw knifes i would trust that man with my life even if he doesn't look very scary

When you come back he's gonna tell you that he's happy that you trust him so much to leave your drink with him

》 Awesamdude 《

Another person that's really nice and protective over the people he loves so he's a person you can trust with your drink

He's also tall so he'll probably just intimidate anyone that comes near him when he's holding your drink

He'll also not be annoyed at all when you ask him and react really nicely

"Wha- Oh yeah sure!"

Looks very serious while he's protecting your drink because that man takes his job seriously (cough prison cough) and doesn't want anything happening to you

》 Tommyinnit 《 (platonic)

I have mixed thoughts about him honestly on the one hand he loves women but he's also Tommy

But he wouldn't do anything to your drink for sure

And if you ask him nicely and are friends with him he'll protect your drink for sure and i don't think anyone really would want to come near him

So overall you would be safe with giving him your drink

When you come back he's maybe going to complain that you took too long but he doesn't mean it

》 Tubbo 《 (platonic)

The thing is he definitely wouldn't do anything to your drink we know that like you can trust him

And he's smart so he would notice if someone would want to do something to your drink

But he couldn't hold himself in a fight and we all know that

He'll also be very happy that you trust him with your drink and will do his best to make sure that nothing happens to it

》 Fundy 《

honestly who managed to convince him to go to a party and how did they do it

He's probably keeping to himself so when you asked him he's kinda surprised and confused at first

"What do you mean? You want me to protect your drink? Sure I guess just don't take too long."

While you're away his brain slowly starts to process what you mean and realises why

And that's where he gets protective and makes sure that nothing is going to happen to your drink

》 Wilbur 《

If he's not the one driving he's definitely going to get really drunk but he can still control himself so you're safe with giving him your drink

"Oh you want me to watch over your drink? Sure!"

We know from certain pictures of him that he can look very intimidating and he's 6'5'' (195 cm) tall so no one would be brave enough to go near your drink

Probably while he's watching over your drink he'll tell a person off his hate of anteaters

Imma be honest he was probably making sure that nothing is happening to you the whole time you were at the party

》 Schlatt 《

When you asked him he was pretty confused at first so you had to explain why you need someone to protect your drink to him

You have to do a little bit of convincing him because that man hates responsibility

"Why me?"

But he's not a complete arsehole so he'll probably give in and watch over it for you

And once he watches over it he'll make sure that nothing is going to happen to it

Also seems like the type of guy who would fight someone if they hurt his friends

Overall you can trust him with your drink

》 Technoblade 《

How did this antisocial streamer who never leaves his house end up at a party (probably got forced by sleepy bois jk)

He's probably leaning against a wall or went into some room alone he found and is playing games on his phone so it'll take you some time to find him amongst the people

"Y-You want me to watch over your drink? I mean sure i guess."

Even if he hates human interaction he would probably roast everyone who wants to do something to your drink

"Here your drink. If someone is being a dick tell me and i'll tale care of it."

》 Philza 《

He's the most responsible out of the group so he's a good choice if you need someone to watch over your drink

"Want me to watch over your drink? For sure mate."

That man is taking his job seriously and he'll make sure that nothing happens to your drink

If anyone is making you uncomfortable at the party you can tell him and he'll craft a belt and give the person what they deserve

(Fun fact Phil said on stream that when the normal clubs close he goes to gay bars so maybe you guys will just end up at a gay bar lmao)

》 Ranboo 《 (platonic)

I feel like he's the responsible friend that is also sacred that anyone he doesn't know will talk to him at the party

"Protect your wha- OH yeah sure :)"

All his concentration is now on making sure that nothing is going to happen to your drink

'Watching over someone's drink. I can do this. Please no one talk to me or else i will die from awkwardness. Nothing will happen to this drink and i will make sure of it.'

Honestly no one has the courage to go near him because he's 6'6'' (198 cm)

"Here your drink i made sure nothing happens to it :)"

Honestly he's just happy that you trust him and that he can do something for you

Masterlist

[bellfort3]

SBI Fanfics of the Week (week 61)

It's Called: Freefall by third_crow

9/22

“Look, Tommy, I know this is a lot–”

“I don’t need the pity party,” Tommy interrupted. “Aw, it must be so hard, aw, how sad, it’s… fuckin’… it’s fine. Yeah? So just– how long do I have to stay here?” Phil took a breath, straightening his back.

“At least until we can contact your mom,” he said. “That’s step one.”

“There’s more steps?” Tommy asked incredulously.

“Well, it’s a complicated situation. The fact that they’re already struggling to make contact is… well, it’s a red flag. You lived with your brother, but your mother never transferred sole custody, and considering the situation that left you in, there's some question as to whether or not she may be involved in your brother’s… business.”

“Drugs,” Tommy said.

“Yes. Drugs.”

Or, Phil is a foster parent who takes in emergency cases, and Tommy… well, Tommy sure is an emergency.

you don't need poltergeists for sidekicks by merikai

1/1

The Blade,” Tommy greets, coughing, and it's pathetic. Choking on his own blood at his rival's feet. “How are you, on this fine evening?"

Tommy is injured, and he needs help.

tom's diner by fuglychan

21/?

Wilbur almost died a week ago. He didn't, but he almost did.

He's back home living with a father he hasn't spoken to in three years. With shaky fingers, he picks up his old habits and tries to mimic the routine of the man he once was. He's trying. It's not much - he's still a shitty person trying to make up for all the wrong he did, but he is trying. For Phil. For Techno. For himself.

He was getting it together. He almost had it back together.

And then a unruly blond teenager stumbled into his store two minutes before close, and Wilbur's world fell apart.

a diner au with found family, the healing process, and minor coming of age indie film vibes. also crimeboys ! <3

When it's strange to take a walk downstairs by justsummr

21/?

Phil couldn’t turn away, not when the chances of both of the boys being sent to a bad home was so high. He couldn’t look at this eleven year old boy, the one with the fiery blue eyes, and take him from his brother. How could he look at Wilbur who was sixteen and he did best in history and music and turn him down? He couldn’t send either of them away, let alone separate them.

They weren’t just two kids in the system anymore. They weren’t just names in the pile of thousands. Phil had seen them. He’d seen their faces, the homes they'd been too, the people they were. He’d seen them and he knew so much about them. It wasn't just an idea anymore, these boys were real.

or: phil adopts two brothers, wilbur and tommy. and maybe he bit off more than he could chew

title from Helena Beat by Foster the People

if you fall, know i've got you. by sunsetsomewhere

1/1

"i didn't need your help," tommy says, even though he did. even though he does. "i can fend for myse--"

"that doesn't matter," the piglin interrupts, voice dipping into something rougher, "what matters is that someone is messing with one of my things." tommy suddenly remembers that piglins- specifically brutes, like techno, who grew up protecting bastions- are territorial creatures. they protect their gold, their weapons, their chests.

(their runts.)

"sunshine," techno croons when tommy's been quiet for too long, "you would come to me if someone's hurting you, right?"

or, 5 times tommy indulged people's hybrid instincts + 1 time someone indulged his instincts, instead.

looking out for you (like i always do) by callie_caje, lunasquared

1/1

“Your Spider-Child is bleeding in our apartment, Techno is patching him up if you would like to collect him.”

“My what?”

OR

Tommy would like to make it clear that he meant to tell someone he was Spider-Man, but he didn’t and now with a knife sized wound in his side he was regretting that decision.

Support by Frog_kid

2/5

4 times tommyinnit asked for help and 1 time he didn’t need to

Nothing Sweeter by SilverWing15

3/5

He’s doing it, he’s growing a watermelon. He hasn’t killed it, he hasn’t fucked it up.

Phil chuckles softly, “good job.” He squeezes Tommy’s shoulder and Tommy had almost forgotten his hand was there. Its a warm weight, the way Wilbur’s hand used to be.

Tommy doesn’t pull away from it. He just keeps looking down at the bud that’s going to be a watermelon. A watermelon he grew.

That’s…insane.

He’s never grown anything before.

He kind of thought he was only capable of breaking things.

OR: Foster Family fic where the watermelons are a Metaphor

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Rest Your Head

by Roohoo

“You sound like you got run over by a lawn mower.” Wilbur’s face contorts into… worry? No, it was probably disgust. Tommy wasn’t seeing things clearly through his sickly haze.

“Maybe I did, Wil. Don’t be so fucking insensit—” Tommy’s cut off by a cough that wracks his entire body. He covers his mouth with his arm and holy shit he felt like death was making him swallow knives. He takes a second to compose himself and a shaky breath before continuing. “—insensitive, you twat.”

OR, Tommy Innit gets sick with a foster family who seems to be really concerned about his health. Weird.

Words: 3316, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Sickfic, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Fluff, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Platonic Relationships, it's all platonic you weirdos, Hurt/Comfort, Sleepy Bois Inc Fluff, Sick TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Foster Family, Exchangeficevent

[player-tag]

dsmp!grian, part 1 [more if people want it!]

it was on grian that he fell, really, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. he was admiring his and pearl's building, treeza (he still didnt like that name, but couldnt think of anything better...) when he backed a little too far.

he suddenly felt the ground under him disappear.

of course. he didn't even have an elytra on. he'd lose all his stuff. he was going to have to grind so hard for his stuff back. fantastic.

he sighed as he fell down. screaming would be no help, nor would crying. he knew to be calm and try his hardest not to make himself in a bad mood. so he waited until he fell out of the world.

he waited. and waited. and waited and waited and-

"hold on," he said, trying to move across the dark void.

he floated across, seeing nothing but the usual void you see. there was nothing for kilometers around, and everything felt empty.

then it appeared. it looked like what you would imagine a biblically accurate angel to look like. a hundred eyes spread across its body, halos circling it. its cape flowed majestically around, the stars hidden in the cape's inner side. it wasn't a star pattern, actually stars. they moved and grian saw multiple constellations in there. it had a spherical white head, detached from its body. XD was written on it.

who are you?

it didn't physically say it, but grian heard it in his head.

"grian," he replied, looked at the XD sphere. it felt like the best place to look.

hmm, you're not from our world, are you? you're from a more... powerful one. a more... peaceful, server.

grian nodded. he must've been teleported to a different server. he didn't leave his hermitcraft server often at all, expect for mcc. and even that was rare. he didn't know what other servers would be like. hopefully not too bad.

i do not have the power to teleport you back, i'm afraid. you'll need to find and speak to your own admin and this world's admin. i'm afraid this admin isn't... the best person, to say the least. he will not let you leave unless he wants to. i am sorry.

"wait, you aren't you the admin?" grian asked, confused. this creature looked like a god. how could it not help him?

no, unfortunately, i am not. please do not be scared, though, for i will help you as much as i can. i will teleport you to the physical overworld and send my sister, drista, to check on you often. i will not harm you, but not even i can control the occupants of this broken world, so they may act hostile. please do not provoke them. try to be nice and compliant, for it will help.

the creature had started chanting in a foreign language.

∴𝙹∴ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ∴ᔑᓭ ᔑ ∴ᔑᓭℸ ̣ ᒷ↸ ᒷ⎓⎓𝙹∷ℸ ̣ 𝙹リ ||𝙹⚍∷ ᒷリ↸ ᒲᔑリ ꖎᒲᔑ𝙹

"okay... but one more question!"

it stopped.

"what is the name of this world?"

it sighed, lifting up its arms.

dream smp.

and then it snapped its fingers.

the spawn looked nice. the rest of the world though, was a post apocalyptic wasteland. creeper holes, half cut down trees, and literally no way to indicate which way you should be going to reach the main 'hub'.

he had spawned with a communicator with him. as soon as he spawned in, it exploded with messages.

grian joined the game.

tubbo_: new member pog???

foolishgamers: tommy did you invite a person without dreams permission again?

tommyinnit: stfu that green bitch is in prison, and no i didn't

wilbursoot: what the fuck???

the_eret: guys be nice maybe they’re a visitor!

grian read the messages over. he'd heard these names before, probably from mcc.

he was expecting someone to come zooming in with an elytra or something, but instead a blond boy dropped in with a trident in his hand.

“who the fuck are you?“ he asked, pointing a netherite axe at grian’s chest.

“who are you?” groan joking asked, lowering the boys axe with his finger. the boy glared at him, obviously threatening to cut off his arm. grian gave an awkward cough, and smiled.

“i‘m grian, from the hermitcraft server!”

”okay, so you’re british, judging from your accent. hermitcraft, did you say? isn’t it that server thats like all powerful and peaceful and has rules and shit, innit?” the boy rambled, circling grian and looking him up and down.

”uh, yeah. nice to meet you, but I really must meet the admin so I can go back,” grian said, looking around and checking his communicator to see if anyone was willing to help.

”well, dream is currently in prison, so you’d have to schedule a meeting with sam. wouldn’t recommend that though, becuse dream would probably kill you before letting you go. he‘ll probably ask for some shitty favour or somthin’,” the boy explained.

grian swallowed. why was their admin in prison? that’s not good.

“um, i’ll still try. can you help me, uh... what‘s your name?”

”tommy.”

“so, can you help me, tommy?”

“sure. not like I have anything better to do.”

andddd that’s part 1! if yall want part 2, then I might do it lmao.

[baka-monarch]

Innocent

Part 2

Trigger warnings: vore, mouth play, dehumanization

Part 1

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For the past week Wilbur had been taking care of Tommy, teaching them things that kids his age should already know, and becoming more attached to them then ever- oh and also he'd been failing at teaching the kid to hide from other humans. Wilbur had quickly learned that this kid had absolutely no fear of humans, which wouldn't be a bad thing if it weren't for the social norms that were eating tinies, killing tinies, and basically torturing them. Most humans didn't view tinies as people (Wilbur included a few weeks ago), so much so to the point that it had taken Wil twelve hours to find a kids show without eating tinies in it for Tommy to watch; and he wanted to make sure that Tommy knew to hide from humans because of it. The problem was no matter how many times he told Tommy to hide, played hide and seek where he'd pretend to be the "big bad human" to teach them to hide, and no matter how many times he told them to stay hidden whenever someone came home- Tommy always, ALWAYS, would run out into the open to see Wilbur whenever he came home from work, and even playing hide and seek. There seemed to be absolutely nothing he could do to teach this kid to avoid humans and he was running out of time. 

Wilbur's roommate Dream had been gone for the past few weeks to visit an out of town friend, and Dream was like Wilbur. He was raised with the same social norms and ate mostly the same things which meant if Dream came home while Wilbur wasn't there and found Tommy- well, Wilbur really didn't want to think about what would happen, but he knew it would be bad. All he knew was that Dream was coming home at the end of this week, and Wilbur still had yet to instill some sort of instinct to hide from humans in the little tiny he'd decided to adopt, and unfortunately he had to work this weekend… so Tommy might end up being alone when Dream arrived… fuck. 

"Tommy…." Wilbur spoke up, looking down at the tiny kid curled up in his hand as they looked away from the TV and up at him. "I have to work again this weekend, do you remember what I told you what to do when I'm at work?"

"Hmmmm oh- uhm, wait for you!" Tommy smiled up at Wil and he couldn't stop himself from smiling softly back, and ruffling their hair with finger.

"Yeah, and what else?" He asked and watched as their adorable little face scrunched up in concentration as they tried to remember, their tiny little cheeks puffing up to show just how concentrated they were. 

"I gotta…. I gottaaaaaaaaaaaaa eat food when the clock is loud!!!" Tommy smiled as he assumed he got the right answer. They weren't wrong, Wilbur did leave out lunch for them and they weren't supposed to eat it until an alarm he had set went off- but that's not what he meant.

"True- but I mean hiding Tommy, you need to remember to hide if someone comes here." Wilbur lifted the kid up to his face to show how serious he was about this- but Tommy only jumped onto his nose to hug it.

"But what if it's you! I gotta say hai!!!" The child whined, and Wilbur couldn't stop the small giggle that escaped him as he went crossed eyes to see them.

"You can say hi once I say it's me- you remember how to know if it's me right?"

"Mhm, you yell AYUP!! Whenever you're home!" Tommy smiled, happy he could remember.

"That's right, so if anyone opens the door this weekend you need to hide until you hear me say-"

"Ayup!!"

"Yeah! You got it bud! You're going to do such a good job!" Wilbur praised them, but silently hoped Tommy actually did it this time unlike all the other times this week when they'd just run up to the door in excitement. 

"I know I am!!! B'cause I'm the amazing Tommyinnit!!!!" Tommy giggled as he tried to climb higher on the bridge of Wilbur's nose.

"Yeah kid… yeah of course you can…."

•••

"Alright Tommy, I'm going to work now- you remember what to do?" Wilbur shoved his trenchcoat over his yellow jumper as he stood at the door, looking into the living room where he could see Tommy sitting on the coffee table watching TV.

"Yep! Hide and wait for you!!!" Tommy yelled back.

"Good- I'll see you in a few hours okay?"

"Okie!!" Tommy yelled, and watched as Wilby went out the door and closed it behind himself. Now Tommy was alone, a familiar feeling to him after spending so long in his cage, but this time he could go around and do stuff while he waited for Wilby!

Tommy walked over to one side of the coffee table where there was a small starch of square sticky paper (what did Wilby call it? Post- pots- pass? Eet? Not? No? It was something weird-). Tommy climbed on top to the small stack, grabbed the edge of one, and started to pull it back while walking backwards. It didn't take long for him to fall over with the sheet of sticky paper, and once he had it he stuck it down to the table. Now for the easy part; AKA, grabbing the led (it's led right? He's pretty sure Wilby called it led) that was off to the side, and now he could draw!

Tommy layed down on top of the paper as he drew, sticking his little tongue out in concentration as he made little marks on the paper. At the moment he was really just drawing whatever came to mind: Wilby, himself, the sheep from inside the TV, his cage- anything that really came to mind. 

He had been drawing for almost an hour before he heard the familiar clicks and scratching noises that meant someone was unlocking the door. It must be Wilby, he thought to himself as he stood up and went to the edge of the coffee table where a blanket was taped down. Tommy quickly slid down to the floor and started running to the door; he felt like he was forgetting something, but it probably wasn't important, and if it was then Wilby could tell him what it was. Tommy only stopped running once he was in front of the door, bouncing on his feet as he watched it open, smiling with excitement to see Wilby-

The big person who was on the other side of the door was not Wilbur. He was shorter and had dirty blonde longish hair, and green eyes. His face was peppered with freckles, and he was wearing a green hoodie. 

Dream walked into the familiar house carrying a backpack full of dirty laundry after weeks of being away with him. He looked around curiously, he knew Wilbur was probably going to be at work when he got back, but it was weird that the TV was left on while they were gone. He shrugged it off, and just closed the door behind himself, and was looking at the floor as he turned around- Dream let out a startled noise at what he saw. There on the floor staring up at him with a face full of wonder, was a tiny, one that seemed younger then most.

"Oh… one must've gotten away from Wil" Dream reasoned to himself and reached down to grab it, satisfied as it didn't even try to get away- actually it started to giggle as he picked it up. 

"Do you know Wilby?" The small thing asked, and Dream was a little confused by the nickname. It was obviously talking about Wilbur, but why would it be calling him that.

"Uh yeah?" As he answered, the tiny only seemed to smile more. Weird, usually it'd be scared by now.

"I'm Tommy, it's nice to meet you, Wilby's friend!" The tiny waved at him, and he just kept getting more and more confused.

"Nice to meet you too I guess…" Or more, nice to eat you, Dream mused to himself. He was sure Wilbur wouldn't mind if he ate this tiny, they were probably just saving it for later anyways- plus eating it would finally end the confusion he felt when thinking that food was adorable when having a goofy little smile like that. With that in mind Dream opened his mouth and tossed the tiny inside, trying to ignore the way it giggled at being thrown. He quickly closed his mouth around it and started to lick.

"Excuse me, big person" The tiny spoke up and he could feel it push back on his tongue a bit, but it wasn't much, almost like it wasn't actually fighting… "Wilby said I'm not supposed to let big people eat me."

"And why's that?" Dream asked, not even bothering to move the tiny out of the way as he spoke, and simply tossed it around in his mouth as he moved his tongue to form words.

"Well, he said mama isn't ready to see me yet!" Mama? Dream asked himself internally. Tinies don't have familial bonds, they're all just little snacks that people eat, yeah they're alive but that doesn't change the fact that it's just an animal meant to be eaten. 

"He doesn't know what he's talking about, I'm sure she's ready to see you." He mused, since he might as well play along if only to not gag if this tiny started squirming.

"Okie!" The tiny shouted and suddenly it stopped pushing on his tongue at all, anything that had felt like the tiny might've been fighting against him stopped, as it just laid on his tongue. Then, when Dream began to lick again he heard some adorable (-not adorable, remember it's just food Dream) giggled from the tiny as he coated it with saliva. He didn't hear the tiny say anything else about the fact that it was about to die until he started to push it towards the back of his throat to swallow, "Bye bye Wilby's friend- oh can you please please please tell him that I went to mama? Thank you!"

With that Dream stopped. He pushed the tiny to the front of his mouth as he started to think about this weird tiny. He didn't know how but it… it was acting like an actual child. Like a real human child. Why had Wilbur really kept it- them? Him? What was actually going o-

"Dream stop!!!" Dream's thoughts were suddenly cut off as he was shoved to the ground and his mouth was for ed open. He coughed a bit after a hand grabbed the tiny out- and when he looked up to see who it was he was surprised by the sight.

"Wilbur!? What the heck!?" Dream shoved the other human off of himself, and didn't miss the way that they hugged the tiny child to their chest protectively.

"I could ask you the same fuuu- freaking thing!!" Wilbur scooted away from Dream and continued to cup the tiny to his chest, blocking them completely from Dream's view with two hands. 

Dream took a moment to process the situation, glancing back and forth between Wilbur's hands and Wilbur's face and things slowly started to click. "You…. When were you gonna tell me you adopted a kid?"

"Well I was hoping to do it after we were both home and I could keep Tommy safe."

"Keep Tommy- keep the tiny- KEEP IT SAFE!? If you didn't want me to try and eat it you should've called or texted me before I got here!" Dream yelled, knowing that this would've been an easy solution that should've been quickly thought of- but of course, Wilbur in his dumbassery hadn't thought of that.

"Him."

"What?"

"He is a him, not an it." Wilbur corrected.

"Seriously!? That's the part you're focusing on!?"

"Yes, because Tommy is a person, a bit dumb for running out to see you, but a person." Wilbur smiles fondly as he says this and ruffles Tommy's hair with his thumb. 

"Sure- but still, why didn't you just message me about him, you still have a phone-" Dream points out and notices an embarrassed look quickly grow onto Wilbur's face. 

"Well I didn't really think of that…" They say and it makes Dream let out a small groan.

"Okay, I'm going to go do laundry, and when I'm done you can tell me all about this… Tommy." Dream stands up and leaves the two alone- but as he glanced back and sees the kid again he can't stop himself as he gains a fond smile. Okay, maybe he was a little adorable...

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[sydneydoesstuff]

Fuck c!Phil. I said what I said.

apparently phil said in a stream (c!phil btw) that he’s already failed his two sons so he’s gonna try again with techno and ranboo. sir?? one of your sons is still alive and the other you are literally trying to revive??

TRYEUUEUEUUEUEUUE

YOU CANT JUST ABBANDON THEM BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU DID A BAD JOB

[tommyinnit-fic-recs]

dude im a sucker for any hero au, go wild with it

alright >:)

here's some fics for you:

Neutral Grounds by nervousn8 [Rated T, 60529 words, incomplete, last updated January 2022]

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“What do you want from inside of it?” Tommy asks the man trying to rob him, flipping his wallet open and thumbing through the cards inside. “You want my Student ID card? You want my coupon for a free smoothie at the gas station a couple of streets down? You want this card some guy gave me advertising his rapper career?”

“That’s- that’s all you have?” The man seems shocked, but Tommy doesn’t know why he would be. There’s nothing about him that really screams ‘wealthy and important’.

“I’m a broke college student- of course that’s all I have.”

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Nervousn8 writes a superhero au where Tommy is a Normal Guy just trying to make it through college while avoiding all his problems and sleeping. He's not having a very good time, especially not when these fucking rich people keep trying to give him pity money.

Yet a Trace by SilverWing15 [Rated G, 20648 words, complete]

title from the quote/meme: "Yet a trace of the true self remains in the false self" /// He needs something. He has to get something the Syndicate will want. Something worth keeping him alive for. ...They were talking about--about the Nether Star, weren’t they? They were going to grab it. But what if Tommy grabbed it first? Its an insane idea. But its the only one he's got

Making family and coffee (Maybe not in that order) by isa_grapes [Rated T, 24737 words, complete]

“I’ll have a large, iced triple shot of espresso with three pumps of caramel sauce, two shots of chocolate sauce, and whipped cream.” The man in the beanie rattles off breathlessly. “Oh, and a black coffee,” he tacks on the end. Tommy pointedly glares at him. “Why?” The dickhead set on ruining his already pretty shitty morning has the audacity to look taken aback. “I don’t think you’re supposed to question the customers,” he says, and great, he’s a tory.

or,, Wilbur, Philza, and Techno juggle their superhero duties with subtly trying to adopt a feral teen, and Tommy just thinks making ends meet at a coffee shop is more difficult when these fucking weirdos won't leave him alone

i'll bleed silver (and they expect gold) by TheLastTheosaurus [Rated T, 4804 words, complete]

“I’m fine,” Tommy says, before Wilbur can ask his inevitable question. “I’m fine, Wil. Jus’ tired.” His words are more slurred than he would prefer, but every sound that falls from his mouth is carefully crafted in an attempt to sound normal.

Just a few more hours, Tommy reminds himself, a couple more hours and then Tubbo will be by his side, Ranboo here with his med-kit, Purpled cracking jokes at the three of them all while rubbing circles into Tommy’s back.

A few more hours.

Tommy coughs, and he doesn’t know if he can wait that long.

Or: TommyInnit is a vigilante, and he gets stabbed (as one does). He arrives home and attempts to hide his injury from his family.

Instead, he passes out, and the rest of sbi discover what he's really doing when he leaves the apartment at night.

Assumptions and Falsehoods by MellohiBeloved [Rated T, 36902 words, complete]

New Intern/Cleaning service man Tommy is acting way too suspicious for SBI to think he wasn't the villain they'd been tracking down.

Meanwhile Up and coming vigilantes Bee and Boo (or Boobee as Tommy insisted on calling them) continued to fight and cause crime.