#time traveller Tommyinnit

[paragal]

Clingyduo discovers fun

[loverfella]

Here's an idea

What if (this is after Wilbur left for Utah but before the nuke happened) Tommy wandered around, having no place to stay in since Wilbur left and half of the server wanted Tommy dead or ignored Tommy. Tommy stumbled upon a cave and old habits die hard started mining for stone.

Tommy is basically acting on airplane mode, just going with the flow and basically disassociates the whole time after Wilbur left. Dude is so traumatized and lost without Wilbur that he kept on mining since even before Wilbur left, Tommy had to keep mining for stone for Wilbur so much.

Until Tommy stumbled upon an ancient city by accident, he didn't know what it was and when he walked inside he accidentally summoned the warden.

As a result and an effort to survive he climbed on top of the city and in front of the portal, the warden killed him but then the portal in the ancient city reacted to Tommy's death and the blood sacrifice and sent him to another dimension.

That's how he ended up in the LMK universe, let me know what you think. I'll probably rewrite this in the future but this is just a draft idea i made.

[rabble-dabble]

well in my head there's a story where wilbur didn't leave tommy behind. or maybe he apologized, grew vulnerable for just a moment and finally said 'i'm sorry i hurt you' and they could both find peace from it. there's a story where tubbo heals from his grief or maybe manages to bring ranboo back and they can be a family again. there's a story where quackity finds success with his casino so Las Nevadas isn't always so empty or maybe karl gains control over his powers and memories and sapnap can sigh in relief knowing his people are okay. there's a story where sam managed to keep tommy safe or at least keeps dream locked away and he forgives himself for doing terrible things to save people. a story where jack and fundy and niki don't feel so left out and powerless and alone and a story where phil has his son alive, cracked and splintered and raw but alive, a story where technoblade can find peace knowing tyrannical governments are things of the past, a story where hannah finds her wings again, a story where captain puffy seeks her lost memories and crew, a story where eret discovers what the mystery of her own past is, a story where george finally wakes up from an endless dream, a story where friends are reunited and homes are rebuilt and the universe learns to read its own code and it talked about love. there's a story in my head where everyone gets a happy ending, or at least one more day of happiness, forever. the story ends with a happy ending, to me. it does to me

[fandomprompt]

Recently, I read a manga with a similar plot to the first part, but I can’t remember the name, so if this prompt reminds you of it, let me know

Dsmp prompt

Prince Theseus is stuck in a time loop where he constantly wakes up on his thirteenth birthday after he dies. his family is very neglectful, and he no longer feels connected to that. However, he does have one person who understands. He loops with his best friend Drista, the bastard child of the Wastaken former ruler, which is currently ruled by her half brother, Prince Dream, who constantly scolds her for being too loud or not mature enough, and treats her like trash. They are both tired of their family treating them terribly, so they decided that for this loop, it’s time to mess with people, specifically their families. After all, they lived just so many loops you can’t expect them to be able to accept their family’s treatment of them anymore.

This is a mix of a manga I read, and a few different fanfics, like on temporizing (DSMP) and time warp (BNHA). Both of those are on AO3

[shamefulfrogos]

it's Theo from Rewind by A_Non_ymousWriter !!

i hope u like it! the fic was truly amazing and everyone should deffo go read it on ao3!

(pls don't steal my work tho, tag it if you want to post it anywhere else too!)

[melissart-s]

What's this? A Dream SMP comic approaching 2024??

LADIES AND GENTS, WELCOME TO DO OVER: HOW TO STOP YOUR NATION FROM EXPLODING (again)!

Inspired by @werenotacoupleyesyouare featuring the best narrative tool ever: sonic cosplayers!

A comedy drawn by yours truly with as much effort as im willing to put into it and semi-quality panneling! Enjoy the ride! [Part 1: HERE] >> [Part 2]

[modelbus]

Could I request a Singer!Reader x Tommyinnit fic with the song ‘So American’ by Olivia Rodrigo? I think it would be cute if tommy bragged about reader on stream and she wrote songs about him <3

I assume you wanted a song fic, and if not… too late… whoops…

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Fem!Reader

So American

Drivin’ on the right-side road He says I’m pretty wearin’ his clothes

Tommy’s eyes are on the window, looking vaguely surprised every time that the Uber takes a turn and reaffirms that, yes, he is meant to be driving on the right side of the road. It was something he jokingly called “barbaric” when he first visited your parents with you, but now he simply gives you a disgusted look to confirm that his beliefs on it hasn't changed. 

His arm is over your shoulders, playing with a loose thread on your sweater. Technically, it’s his sweater, but you claimed it as your own this morning. You claim most of his clothes as your own, actually. You liked wearing his baggy sweaters, he liked seeing you in them. Your fans go wild for it.

A fair trade, in your opinion.

His clothes were softer than yours for some reason, and they smelled like him. Plus, he had about a gazillion sweaters. He could definitely afford to spare some for you.

“The fuck is that?” Tommy asks, squinting at someone in a chicken costume dancing on the roadside with a sign. “Are they a fucking chicken?”

“It’s advertising.” You explain, laughing at the look on his face.

“Take a photo, take a photo.” He directs you, barely waiting for you to get your phone out before he snatches it to take a photo while the Uber drives by. Then he flips the camera to take a selfie of you two, making a horrified look for the photo. You mimic his expression. “There, send it later, I’ll post it.” 

“Got it.” You take your phone back, zooming in on the photo of you two to see how you look in it. Your hair’s a little messy, but that's to be expected. It’s a long Uber ride, after all.

“You look pretty as always, stop inspecting the photo.” Tommy grins at you, yawning after.

“Yeah yeah.” Clicking your phone off, you drop your head onto his shoulder. “Whatever you say, Tom.”

“Damn right, whatever I say.”

And he laughs at all my jokes And he says I'm so American Oh, God, it's just not fair of him To make me feel this much

“This mod adds alligators to Minecraft.” Tommy says, showing you it.

He’s trying to find a collection of mods for a new modded Minecraft video, but he’s run through most of the good working ones. And he wasn’t receptive to downloading a virus for a video on the bad mods.

“What do you call an alligator in a vest?” You ask, looking back down at your phone. “An investigator.”

He stares at you. After a moment of silence, he snorts. “That was so shit. Never make a joke like that ever again.”

“You still laughed.”

“But it wasn’t funny.” He stresses. “It was a pity laugh. Your joke was pitiful.”

“So you say, but you laugh every fucking time.” You smile brightly at him: he can’t help but smile back.

“There aren’t even any fuckin’ alligators in England, man. You’re so American!” Tommy nudges you with his elbow, going back to scrolling through mods.

So American. A common insult, but he has a way of making it seem endearing. 

“And you’re so British.”

I'd go anywhere he goes And he says I'm so American

Tour life is exhausting. 

Traveling from place to place, staying in hotels that range from absolute shit to five stars, you start to wonder why on Earth you’re doing this. But, for all your complaints, you know Tommy is even more exhausted. After all, he’s the one performing damn near every day. And although he loves it, you know it’s draining.

So there you are. Waiting in the wings after every show, giving him a hug when he runs off stage. Enduring the same creaky hotel beds as he is, although he uses your body as a pillow while you use the hotel pillows. 

Despite it all, it’s incredible watching him shine. He’s in his element, sharing comedy and humor with the world. And every single show, he always seems awed at how many people show up.

You’re glad you get to be there to see him flourish and to support him through it. Even if you get stuck with the odd-job of trying to fit Freddy into a dog costume a few too many times for your liking. Even if Tommy drags you out onto the stage for bows despite your lack of being in the actual show and your protests.

Simply put, you’re happy to be wherever Tommy is. He inspires your songs, pages of your notebook filled with the mere idea of his stage presence.

Your fans are probably tired of it by now. You’re not.

I really love my bed, but, man, it's hard to sleep when he's with me When he's with me

“Turn the light off.” Tommy groans, face in a pillow and arm thrown over your stomach.

You glance at the light above the bed, the switch within arms reach. The hotel room is otherwise dark, matching the time of how late it is. And yet you can’t go to bed. With Tom next to you, your mind is racing, inspiration racing through your thoughts like lightning in your veins.

“I’m almost done.” You promise him, knowing you’re not. The notebook full of song lyrics and ideas is crammed full, the page you’re working on is half empty. It’ll be filled by morning.

“Bullshit.” He complains, blindly grabbing for the notebook and pen. He whacks you in the arm, making you shove him, and he finally gets his hands on your prized notebook. “Fucking thing.”

Yelping when he drops it off his side of the bed, you try to lean over him to grab it back. Instead, he acts like an octopus, throwing all his limbs around you like you’re a damn stuffed animal.

“Tom—“

“Light. Off.” He demands.

“I need my notebook—“

“Light.” He repeats slowly. “You have a recording tomorrow.”

“That doesn’t mean I need sleep.” You grumble, but reach out and flip the light off. The hotel room plunges into darkness, and Tommy makes an agreeable noise.

Within what seems like mere seconds, he’s out as easily as you had turned off the light. Exhausted from his stream earlier, no doubt. By all means, you should be exhausted too. Yet the warm body next to yours keeps you wide awake.

If you blink, or close your eyes, he might not be there in the morning. The best damn thing to ever happen to you, a British guy. You won’t lose him, or everything good he’s brought to you.

Laying your head on his arm, you stare blankly at the ceiling. Half-formed lyrics with no background music swirl around in your brain, pushing insistently at your cerebral cortex in a desperate bid to escape from being thoughts and becoming reality.

Tommy snores loudly, knocking you directly out of your thoughts. Laughing, you nudge him with your foot. He rolls, suffocating you with the way he ends up half atop you.

You’re more than happy to let him.

But ain't it love? I think I'm in love

Two steps forward, five back. Turn, flip your hair gracefully.

The metronome ticks in time with your moves, keeping count for you so you stay on time. Although you preferred the singing part of your job, you tough it out with your choreographer for dances. Besides, seeing it all come together is immensely satisfying.

“Run it through one more time girls!” Your choreographer, Elain, shouts with a clap of her hands. You scramble back to your spot, flyaway hairs already sticking to the back of your neck. Who needs a workout when you have dance?

By the time you’re finished with the last run through and take a break to chug some water, you’re dripping sweat. Attractive? No. But you worked damn hard, and it’s proof of that. All of your other dancers are sweating too, chatting between swigs of water.

You grab your phone, swiping it open to check your messages. Your manager was meant to email you about a certain venue sometime today, and you didn’t want to miss it.

But the second you open your phone, it vibrates with a call. A photo of you and Tom pops up, his name broadcasting across the screen. You smile automatically, knowing damn well he has your schedule memorized to call you during breaks.

“I thought you were streaming?” You ask, accepting it and raising it to your ear. One of your dancer wiggles her eyebrows at you, knowing exactly who it is.

“If only my man was that good to me.” Another girl jokes, laughing.

“I thought you were dancing.” Tommy snarks back on the phone. “Slacking, huh?”

“Oh, fuck off. I’d like to see you dance. Last time you broke a vase.” You lean against the wall.

“It was in a stupid place and it was fucking ugly.”

It was on a table, and it was flower-patterned.

“It was fine, Tom. You just can’t dance. Wait— I take that back. You ‘club girl’ dance.”

He gasps commercially, then starts shouting into the phone. “You bitch! I do not! I am a sexy sexy man while dancing!”

Your jerk your phone away from your ear, laughing despite the fact he probably just burst your eardrums.

“Break’s over!” Elain shouts, eyeballing you in particular. You nod at her, bringing your phone back to your ear. Luckily, Tommy’s stopped shouting.

“—Jack goddamn manifold is coming over for the stream, so I have to hide all your shit because I don’t trust him with it—“ Tommy is saying, rambling about a topic. You wish you could skip choreo to listen to him for ages, FaceTime him and watch while he talks. God, you miss him. You really should plan a visit to England again soon.

“Tom.” You cut him off. “Sorry, but I’ve got to get back to dancing.”

“Is it already—? Oh, yeah.” He sighs. “Fine, I guess I can let you leave my amazing presence. Call me after, or else.”

“Promise.” You assure him. “Love you.”

“Love you!” He echoes back enthusiastically.

You end the call, frowning down at your phone for a second. Definitely need to plan a new trip.

"Girl, stop frowning!" A dancer calls out to you, and you laugh, dropping your phone.

"Yeah yeah, I know."

You're lucky to be in love.

[crimeboys]

Ghostbur: And I decided, right? Right, I thought, TommyInnit, what does he like? And I thought, he likes, women. He likes, uh-

Tommy: Have you brought me a woman?

Ghostbur: No, I tried, but they don't- they're not as keen on you as you are on them. So I- I- I-

Tommy: That's not true.

Ghostbur: I left them where I found them, I left them where I found them. Uh, but what I did think was like what else- what else does Tommy like, he likes the discs. I couldn't get you the discs I'm afraid. I did try. Uh, and I thought, what else does Tommy like? He likes, uh, pasta. I assume you like pasta, I- I wasn't entirely sure but I wrote it down. Uh, I have a list, now, of things that you like and I'm just trying to remember them so it was pasta-

Tommy: Well, what is it you brought me? I'm here, Wilbur, where are you?

Ghostbur: Yeah, I'm- I'm- I'm coming, I'm coming to the- I'm coming to Logstedshire, right.

Tommy: What, are you getting through the nether? I'm at the Bastion.

Ghostbur: No, no, Logsteshire! Logstedshire!

Tommy: Shall I just go to the Logstedshire?

Ghostbur: Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Tommy: Okay [Jumps into lava]

Ghostbur: That's where I am now, that's where I just got to. [Tommy dies to lava] Oh. [Ghostbur laughs a little] That's an easy way of getting around. You're a bit of a fast traveler.

Tommy: [Shouts] Hello!

Ghostbur: Hi! Where are you? Oh! Come here, come here.

Tommy: I haven't looked you dead in the eyes today.

Ghostbur: Come here, come here, look, look, look! So I thought, what else does Tommy like? Right. What does TommyInnit- What's he a fan of, okay? He likes- he likes democracy. That's another thing I had down- your shirt's lookin' a bit-

Tommy: Yeah.

Ghostbur: You're looking a bit worse for wear.

Tommy: I've had a rough few nights.

Ghostbur: It's okay, come in here, right. Stand here, right. I want you to get ready for this because you're gonna like this gift.

Tommy: I'm ready.

Ghostbur: So I thought, what does Tommy like? His favorite thing in the whole wide world [Ghostbur throws something to Tommy. Tommy hovers over the gift and sees it is a compass named Your Tubbo] is Tubbo! Tommy, I know you really, really like Tubbo. And I know you really, really miss him. So I went out of my way and I made you this. It cost me, like, one netherite, and, like, loads of iron and stone and it basically points you in the direction of Tubbo! At all times. More specifically, L'manburg, Tubbo's White House. It points you right towards it at all times so no matter where you are on this bitch of an earth, you'll know exactly where Tubbo is. And I thought you'd really, really appreciate that.

Tommy: [Stares in silence for a few seconds] Thank you.

Ghostbur: No problem! Anyway, have fun ending your stream, buh-bye!

[Tommy walks silently back to Tnret, making happy/emotional faces at the gift he has just received. He opens his Enderchest and puts the compass inside]

Tommy: Right next to the discs [He lets out a sigh as he closes the Enderchest and smiles]

[lowkeyrobin]

hiiiiii can u pls make a tommy x fem!reader where they go on a fake date for a vlog (but its actually a secret plot by tommy or yn (u choose) to go on a date w the other bc theyve had a secret crush on thr other for a long time🤭🤭)

and then like,,,, in the middle of the date the other realizes that oh,,,, i like them

AND THEN CUE THE PANIC THAT COMES WITH REALIZING U LOVE UR BEST FRIEND IN THE MIDDLE OF A FAKE DATE AND THEN MAYBE AFTER FINISHING THE VLOG THEY LIKE REVEAL THEIR FEELINGS TO EACH OTHER AND AGREE TO GO ON A REAL DATE LATER???👁️👁️

omg yes of COURSEEEE ; also I do only do gn readers but I can 100% do the rest of this 💪💪 hope you enjoy 🫶 ; also djo is mentioned (I've been a fan since like 2020) do not start gatekeeping on me LMAO ; listening to my tommyinnit playlist while making this and 🙏🙏🙏🙏 (link can be found on my masterlist -> playlists 👍 it's a banger

TOMMYINNIT ; real date ❌️ fake date ✅️

summary ; you go on a fake date for a vlog and decide to go on a real one because the romantic tension got you both positively nauseated

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1.5k

masterlist

"Y/n, you wanna go stop for food?" The blonde asks, dropping the vlog camera a bit as he hears his stomach grumble in hunger. "We can make it a date for the vlog" He suggests, praying you'd say yes.

You nod, agreeing to the bit and the food considering you were also beginning to starve. Meanwhile, he feels his intestines flip around in his torso, trying to hide a giggle of approval as you agree.

You stop at a little lunch place and dine in with some sandwiches and soup. You and Tommy sit at one of the half-booth-half-chair tables, and put the camera in front of you as you sit next to each other. You talk about and eat at the same time, basically doing a mini storytime for the vlog, considering he was trying to do a vlog challenge to upload every week and have his videos reach at least twenty minutes and you were down to help him.

Tommy tries to push off the weight off his shoulders, love pulling him down as he looks over at you, talking to the camera about a story from earlier. He feels his stomach fill with butterflies as you laugh and smile, your eyes twinkling like sun reflecting off of water.

He quickly looks back down at his food, trying to hide his longing eyes for you. His ears dust a little red, feeling flustered as you joke around with him, making little date conversation to play up the bit.

You eventually get into the joke as a whole, making fake flirty conversation, making both of you silently panic inside. It's obvious to everyone but you, his ears and cheeks dusted pink, you trying to hide your smile as your face warms up past the heat of the oven when you bake out-the-box cakes together. You have to walk out of the building because you were getting too loud with laughter and didn't want to disturb the other patrons.

You walk down the sidewalk together, talking on and on and opening up more than usual about a lot of things. Tommy shows off all the scenery as you walk, later to be edited with Empire State Of Mind in the background, considering you'd been traveling around New York together while Freddie and Jack did their own things around the city.

You take the camera after a few minutes, wanting to have some fun with it. From silly angles and .5's of your foreheads to the Empire State Building and the flashy lights and screens everywhere like Times Square, you got it all. You found it so fucking enjoyable, catching all the beauties of city life you'd never experienced before. The bustling streets and the sound of music coming from just about everywhere, it weirdly comforted you.

You hold the camera up high, zoomed all the way out to capture you and the blonde, singing along to End Of Beginning by Djo, the song playing in the earbuds you were sharing. I mean, this was the beginning of a new end, in all honesty, the tour, him, your new eras and styles of content, the new way you'd picked yourselves off the floor and made yourselves new people. You were both happy enough to be on the hectic rollercoaster of life with each other in the seat next to the other.

Tommy can't help but find your funny control over the camera and your jokes amusing, to say the least. He couldn't help but fall more head over heels than he already was. He didn't know how he didn't notice it already, but when you touched the concrete in New York City, he felt it. Something in him awakened, like he realized how amazing it was to have this tour going on, for one, two, you were there. You were always there. You were always right in fucking front of his eyes.

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You lay face up on the bed in your hotel room, staring at the ceiling. The room is freezing considering the heater doesn't work, and you needed the window open to get some fresh air. You're wrapped in a blanket you'd brought from home for comfort, and hidden under the thick bedsheets you'd been given for the night.

The show went well as per usual, at least.

What wasn't going well was the fact you couldn't sleep.

All because of a certain blonde haired boy who was currently obsessed with sweatshirts and jeans.

His laugh was contagious, his smile shining a thousand sun's, his eyes flowing as deep as the sea you longed for back in Europe, which you frequently walked with MotherInnit. You could stare at him all day, you'd never realized how you felt about him, or the fact the way you thought about him was romantic.

You stare up at the ceiling, a boob light hanging above your feet. It was times like these where you wished you could afford a nicer hotel. The mattress itched of dirty sheets and crumbs, which were not caused by you, or maybe that was the fear of sleeping in a bed that wasn't yours... one of the two.

You wanted to stomp up to Tommy's room, a floor above you and down the hall some, to just rant about taking him on a proper date tomorrow considering how much you'd enjoyed your "date" earlier. But you didn't have the heart, you lay with your stomach twisting and turning, heart aching and burning for him by your side to warm you up.

The bustling city night life soothes you to sleep, the vehicles below on the streets all headed home or to work or around the city. The people shoulder to shoulder on the street, enjoying a peaceful walk to wherever their feet were taking them, the homeless girl you'd given a couple hundred dollars to earlier as she played her flute. A boy about her age had joined her since then, wielded with a guitar, possibly becoming friends through bonding with their interests and the fact they were both struggling.

You could hear their music even from four floors up and through the city traffic, it was beautiful. They fit together perfectly, like two neighboring pieces of a puzzle. You wished you felt that way with Tommy. You wished you could come clean to him about your feelings and how you really thought of him. Yet, tonight was not that night.

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The panic had set in from last night now.

You were barely awake when you stared up at the ceiling, swooning over your best friend, but now you were wide awake and in total realization of your thoughts. You internally cringe every time you think about it, wanting to vanish off the face of the Earth.

Through the last day in New York, you found yourself avoiding Tommy at all costs. From wandering off with Freddie to eating by your lonesome and spending time in your hotel room to "edit videos," you'd probably only spent a half hour around him.

He was growing concerned while Jack and Freddie shared a knowing look, knowing exactly what was happening. They'd both known of his crush on you, which spanned past the past four or so months. You finally realized you liked him back and wanted to deny it.

The two wanted to intervene but decide to let fate run its course, trusting that your natural human instincts would bring you together again. You bump into the blonde in the hallway, needing to go get ice to sit in it for an hour in the bathtub as some sort of therapy, which Tommy highly always made fun of you for. You apologize, the empty bin for ice in your hands.

"Ice?" He asks, then groans with a smile, "You seriously gonna sit in ice til we have to leave for the airport tomorrow morning?"

You shrug with a light smile, feeling your heart racing. You hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears, drowning out his beautiful voice.

"Y/n? You okay?" He speaks, snapping you back to reality.

Without any thought behind it, you shoot your shot. "Do you wanna go on an actual date sometime?" You quickly speak, stumbling over your words.

His face quickly shifts to a smile, his smile lines showing themselves off. "Yeah! Wait, no, I mean like, "Yeah, sure," not like, "I'm so desperate, yeah-"

"Cool!" You quickly rush past him, your hands sweaty, your face flushing as you dart towards the ice machine.

He turns and watches you quickly speed walk away, his cheeks burning bright as he smiles, watching you walk away.

TommyInnit ; fake and real dates with Y/n <3 ; 20:49 ; Posted 4 hours ago

Y/U/N left a comment!

Y/U/N ; youre actually a dork

TommyInnit replied to your comment!

TommyInnit ; well you couldn't pick between a fake and a real date, apparently. we had to do both

Y/U/N ; fake date ✅️ real date ❌️

TommyInnit ; people.

[novacainedaydreams]

My daydream is harassing me so some ideas:

I want to make an anon fic that revolves around an alternate universe of content creator Tommyinnit (in basically the worst world where he dies at the age of 26), Death offers him the ability to go back and fix it for another him, and he basically gets reborn. He gets psychic flashbacks all the time and most of it revolves on the drama and worst things the community and his friends ever done in a world that's a mix of cc! and c! dreamsmp. Instead of ignore them, he tries his best to help prevent all of it from happening in the first place. And everyone just thinks he has some mental illness, which isn't totally wrong but.

Fic includes:

-Disgruntled mentor in the form of a crazy cat lady and local witch.

-Wicca/paganism/witchcraft!

-Time travel fix-it plus alternate universe travel.

-Fandom discourse!

-Death and him have a.......interesting relationship.

-other things idk.

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

Clingy Instincts and Sunny Afternoons Spent In The Sun

Summary:

Tommy didn’t particularly like potatoes, he much preferred strawberries, which there were a number of bushes that lined their house that were all Tommy’s to take care of. Tommy blinked tiredly, yawning as Techno grabbed the last bag of potatoes, and grabbed onto the hem of his shirt as they started walking back towards the house again. “You can go rest, Theseus,” Techno commented, and Tommy growled at him as a look of offense took over his face. Techno snorted a little, chuffing in apology before using one hand to ruffle Tommy’s hair. Tommy made a face at that, but he didn’t complain. The last bag of potatoes was added to the shed near the back door, and once that was done, Tommy threw himself into Techno’s arms, clinging to him from the front instead of the back now. Techno chuckled lightly, patting Tommy’s back as he adjusted to carrying Tommy again.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Hybrid AU, instincts, character hates their own instincts, fluff

Characters: TommyInnit, Technoblade, Purpled, Tubbo, Chayanne, Tallulah, Philza, Ranboo

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,616

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

|| Ao3 || Fanfiction Net ||

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Tommy thought that his instincts were bullshit some days. Some days, like today, were the reasons in his list of why he hated his instincts. He was clinging to Techno’s back, quietly purring with half lidded eyes as Techno walked around his garden of potatoes that he was adamant about keeping up with.

Everyday Techno would go around and take care of his wolves, he would help the horses, and then he would travel around his garden that was a bit of a walk from the house. Tommy had his schedule nearly memorized, although Techno deviated from it just slightly today when Tommy refused to get off of him from where they’d been cuddling for the morning.

He’d simply moved Tommy onto his back before making his way out of the house for his chores. And moved to help the horses first, and then the cows, which were normally Tommy’s chore, and then moved to his wolves before turning and walking towards his potato farm garden thing.

Tommy was still not able to force himself to move from Techno’s  back, still clinging and purring in the blurry haze that his instincts typically forced him in. He never knew what caused his instinct days, despite the number of times Philza or Techno, or even Purpled, had tried to explain it was because he repressed his instincts so much.

Tommy repressed because he hated them, and they just didn’t understand that.

Tommy whined, his grip tightening on Techno when Techno shifted him just a little too much. Techno’s chest rumbled, slightly, and Tommy settled back down, though holding on just a little tighter.

His head rested on Techno’s shoulder as he sighed again. Techno patted his calf when Tommy finally settled down. He sighed quietly again as his instincts pulled him a little further into the quiet haze.

Some more time passed with Tommy resting peacefully in the company of his uncle before it was interrupted once more. This time it was because of Techno speaking and not because Techno had gotten a little careless when moving around.

“Come on Theseus, you gotta get down for a moment.” Tommy growled when Techno told him that, his arms squeezing a little tighter and clinging further. Techno chuffed, and Tommy chuffed back, hiding his face against Techno’s shoulder. “Come on, Theseus, I gotta pick up something heavy.” Tommy whined, lifting his head and finding that Techno was looking into a mirror to see him.

Tommy missed Techno’s face softening, but he did notice the bracelet made of gold sitting on a bench a few feet away. There was a quiet sound of confusion as he spied the bracelet, which even had gold charms hanging from the carefully crafted gold chain. He swallowed as he felt the urge to go and take it, even though he had no clue whose it was.

“It’s yours, Thes, go take it.” Techno had crouched down, waiting patiently as Tommy battled with his own instincts. A few minutes later, Tommy slowly released Techno. He barely caught himself because he’d forgotten that, since he’d been on Techno’s back, he needed to use his legs too.

Techno waited as Tommy balanced from his stumble before he made his way to the bracelet. He barely registered Techno moving to pick up whatever ‘heavy thing’ that he had to pick up. A barely paying attention glance showed that it was a large back of potatoes that Techno had slung over his shoulder.

It was nearly Techno’s height and width, so Tommy was a little thankful that the bracelet was more interesting than clinging to the brute of his sounder.

Tommy hummed, carefully putting the bracelet on as his feet carried him to follow after Techno. He stayed by Techno’s side as the brute carried a number of bags similar to the first from the barn that kept their horses towards the house. Their family ate a large number of dishes that had potatoes in them, and they were Techno’s favorite food for if he wanted a snack.

Tommy didn’t particularly like potatoes, he much preferred strawberries, which there were a number of bushes that lined their house that were all Tommy’s to take care of. Tommy blinked tiredly, yawning as Techno grabbed the last bag of potatoes, and grabbed onto the hem of his shirt as they started walking back towards the house again.

“You can go rest, Theseus,” Techno commented, and Tommy growled at him as a look of offense took over his face. Techno snorted a little, chuffing in apology before using one hand to ruffle Tommy’s hair. Tommy made a face at that, but he didn’t complain.

The last bag of potatoes was added to the shed near the back door, and once that was done, Tommy threw himself into Techno’s arms, clinging to him from the front instead of the back now. Techno chuckled lightly, patting Tommy’s back as he adjusted to carrying Tommy again.

Tommy’s eyes closed as he started to purr in content. His head was resting on Techno’s shoulder once more, too. In the back of Tommy’s mind, he was horrified at the way he was acting. Clinging to his uncle like he was four again after a particularly terrible nightmare.

He was annoyed with himself that, even at fourteen, he was still acting like his instincts were new to him. Techno chuffing as he rubbed Tommy’s back carefully alerted Tommy to the fact that he was growling.

Tommy went back to purring as the fuzzy feeling came back.

It took him some time to realize that Techno had moved them into the center of the yard and was laying down with Tommy in the sun. Like a cat, Tommy rolled over and stretched, His eyes caught on the golden bracelet as the sun hit it, and more purring escaped from Tommy.

Techno was also purring, though it sounded different to Tommy’s. Whilst Tommy’s sounded a lot like a cat’s, Techno’s sounded deeper with a more rumbling-ness than vibrating-ness.

They laid there for nearly four hours before anyone came to either find them or to simply check on them. It was Purpled first, who merely laid in the sun with them, after bringing them sweatshirts to put under their heads. Tubbo followed soon after, his literal cat instincts probably nearly forcing him too when he noticed them laying out in the sunshine.

Chayanne and Tallulah came racing outside after lunch, laughing as they started a game of tag. Techno moved to sit up a bit then, keeping an eye on Tallulah as the two small children played. Philza came out soon after them, sitting on a lawn chair on the deck with his wings outstretched.

Ranboo came out last, rubbing their eyes as if they’d just woken up. They took a look around before moving towards the group laying out in the sun. They sat down next to Tubbo, who moved to lay his head in their lap as they started up a conversion with Purpled, who was propped onto his elbows with their head fallen back.

Tommy felt half asleep, maybe even more than halfway. He was purring a little louder than before, and suddenly there were hands in his hair, gently playing with his hair.

He didn’t know when he’d fallen asleep, but he did know that when he woke up, Tallulah was lying on his chest and he was on the couch in the living room with a fire going decently in the fireplace nearby.

“Wha’ time is it?” Tommy uttered, one hand rising to rub his eyes as he looked around in confusion. Tallulah chirped as Tommy shifted slightly. He wasn’t moving to get up, just readjusting to be a little more comfortable.

“After seven, was just coming to wake you up.” Tommy looked over and found Purpled in the doorway. “Is ‘llulah awake yet?” Tommy shrugged with one shoulder half heartedly. Purpled snorted as he moved to walk around the couch to see for himself.

“Dinner?”

“There’s left overs for you and Tallulah being heated up right now.” Purpled responded, crouching down and carefully shaking Tallulah’s shoulder. “Lulah, come on runt.” Tommy snorted slightly when Tallulah’s wing shot out and knocked Purpled over on his ass.

“That was deserved.” Tommy snickered lightly as Tallulah turned her head to hide against Tommy’s shoulder. Purpled made a noise of offense as he stared at the four year old. Her wings were small enough not to cause actual damage, but there was a strength behind them regardless.

“That was mean.” Purpled responded.

“You called her a runt.”

“She’s the youngest!” Purpled exclaimed, eyes wide in bewilderment. Tallulah giggled slightly as she turned her head to peak over at Purpled. Purpled spluttered suddenly. “She just flipped me off!”

“Tallulah? No, she would never!” Tommy knew for an absolute fact that Tallulah absolutely would. Purpled gave him a look, so Tommy moved Tallulah enough so that she was at least semi sitting up. “You wouldn’t ever flip someone off, would you ‘llulah?” Tommy asked. Tallulah shook her head with wide and innocent eyes. “See! She’s innocent!” Tommy told Purpled, smirking when Purpled sputtered indigently.

“Dinner?” Tallulah asked, looking towards the doorway with a curious tilt of her head. Tommy could smell that there had been some kind of pasta tonight. Maybe chicken too, which made his stomach rumble in hunger.

“Food.” Tommy pushed himself up, scooping Tallulah in his arms. It got him a laugh from her as Purpled pushed himself up to follow after them. Still trying to prove that Tallulah wasn’t as innocent as she acted.

Tommy shared a secretive smile with Tallulah who covered her mouth as she giggled.

[maarriiii]

Simp (Part 1) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: I hate this title. also, oh my god it’s my first ever series!!! A personal thank you to @one-reverie for easing my thoughts about making a series for the first time. Anyways, enjoy this short first chapter.

Summary: An internet interaction with a streamer leads you to a new friend.

Pairing(s): CC!TommyInnit x actor!reader, CC!TommyInnit x gender neutral!reader (platonic)

Warning(s): None.

Italics: tweets or text messages

my masterlist :))

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Your phone had been blowing up with notifications lately and the reason for it was quite unusualper se. It all started when a famous streamer, TommyInnit, mentioned you in one of his streams, how he thought your latest action movie was fucking awesome—his words, not yours—and how you were also awesome and gorgeous. His fans had been tagging you in various posts of clips from that moment in his stream on Instagram and Twitter. You thought it was sweet and was flattered by all the positive things they had say about you. You never replied or respond to any of it but you were very much aware. Until one day when you did.

It was in the middle of a two week break from filming. You were on YouTube trying to find something to watch while eating lunch when you came across one of his vlogs. The title ‘I Spent The Week Ruining Amsterdam’ intrigued you, therefore you clicked it. Just from the first few minutes you were already smiling, laughing and gasping at their antics. It made you want to rang a few of your friends, book a flight, and go on a boat ride in the Amsterdam canals. Needless to say, it was an entertaining 17 minutes and 22 seconds of your life.

The idea of you tweeting the video came not long after the video ended. You were washing the dishes when it just popped in your mind, a lightbulb turning on after being tinkered for awhile. You didn’t see the harm in it. A simple shoutout to this funny chaotic young man wouldn’t hurt. Hell, both of your fans would probably be ecstatic by it. With a made up mind, you hurriedly dry your plate and hands, went back to the living room where your phone resides and opened Twitter.

next holiday plans: travel to Amsterdam, rent a boat and travel the canal with some of my closest friends. thanks for the idea and the laughs @tommyinnit

It was only a few minutes later after you tweeted that when you got a text from your publicist. She revealed that you’re already trending for the tweet that you sent and went on to continue about how this would be good for your social and internet image. Although, it’s her job to think like that—and you were very grateful to have someone like Anne be your publicist—you really weren’t all that interested in it and instead asked if the person you tagged had reply to you.

He did. See for yourself.

And of course you did. You opened Twitter, checked your notifications—which was a lot—and there it was. You tapped the screen and it direct you to his tweet that of course made you laugh.

always a pleasure to help someone in need. i’m here if you need me *wink*

You typed back a reply, something simple but you hoped it was funny. It took you a few try to get the right response—being witty and funny doesn’t come easy for you.

I’ll keep that in mind. Also, you know I’m way older than you right?

Later that day, Tommy received multiple texts from his friend, his big brother you could say. Each text was either all capital letters or followed with extreme usage of exclamation mark. Tommy, with his scheming self, decided to gloat about his interaction with you and how you followed him on Twitter now.

[hermitcraftjoel]

I wish time travel was real SO BAD purely so I could show the new TommyInnit video to 2020 mcyt fans

[cupcraft]

this video h as had a 2020 intro, tommy to do lists, killing people, suicide, roleplay disease, family disease, tommyinnit watching a piece of media as inspiration to do things in minecraft (in this case torture and kill goats and him be the king of mad max?). so i guess time travel is real

[icyfox17]

New tag game bc I'm bored

List 5-10 of the most obscure crossovers you have floating around in your brain !!

1. Dumbass!crimeboys x halcyon!crimeboys

-> arguably the most obscure since it's a crossover between two aus that aren't even posted publicly, but i gen adore it sm<3 db!crimeboys is a hero au where tommy is just. Welp. A dumbass<3 he's my fav tommy ever guys 😭😭 he's my friend's au and I just SOBS most precious guy ever... And halcyon crimeboys is a detective au. Basically take the dumbest tommy and tired older brother Wilbur and make them meet the smartest crimeboys. It's very silly:))

2. Psych x Dsmp

-> okay hear me out. Hear me out. Shawn Spencer is literally Tommyinnit. They are the SAME. Now Phil as Chief Vic, Techno and Wilbur as twin detectives who both function as Jules and Lassiter (platonic ofc), and Tubbo as Gus. It fits way better than it should 😭😭

3. Critical Role (specifically Mighty Nein) x Dsmp

-> guys. Guys. I went on a rant on here like a year ago BUT CADUCEUS AND TECHNO'S CHARACTER DESIGNS ARE EERILY SIMILAR TO EACH OTHER. Tall pink dude w animal traits (cad is more cow, tech is more pig)? Cad is like c!Phil and c!Techno to me... (Is it bc of the tea obsession? Maybe...). I just also think that clingyduo would get along with Jester and Nott/Veth like a wildfire. OR OMG FOOLISH-- Does anyone remember Foolish building dick statues everywhere?? Yeah, he's definitely a follower of the Traveler.

4. 911xMCU

-> okay ngl guys this just came 2 me bc I realised that everyone calls Bobby Cap like how all the Avengers call Steve Cap and I was like lmfao imagine a scene where someone says Cap and they both respond to it.

5. Cw Flash x Pjo

-> okay this isn't my idea but it's one of my fav fics ever WHY DOES IT WORK SO WELL LMFAO

6. Spider-Man x Dick Grayson & Wally West

-> PETER IS LITERALLY DICK AND WALLY IN ONE PERSON 😭😭 SUPER SMART SCIENCE BRAIN + SILLY GOOFY + ACROBATS they're the same. I need them to meet so badly sobsosbsosbsosvsosbsosbsisbsjs Not sure which versions of which I just. Need it. Pls 😭😭😭

7. Justice League Unlimited x Young Justice (tv show)

-> This one has its own separate post here, but omg it makes me SO UPSET GUYS 😭😭😭

8. TMNT x Batfam

Okay not obscure bc they have had both a movie and a comic BUT HEAR ME OUT. SPECFICALLY THE 2007 MOVIE VERSION OF TMNT. This scene is literally Dick and Jason I can't do this guys WHY DO THEIR COLOURS EVEN MATCH

9. Dceu!Bruce & Barry x MCU!Irondad

-> okay my mental illness is full blast here but omfg they are the same duo THEY ARE THE SAME I need them to swap sons for a day plspslspslspspspdlfkfdishskdfjdksklaskd

10. Any vigilante au Tommy x Spider-Man

-> this is hidden in my notes app and is both like my own version of Tommy and Spidey but omfg I'm attached it's such a fun idea to play around with rahhhshshshss. I have a scene where Tommy and Spidey have a miscommunication over Blade lmfao and it lives rent free in my mind. Like Blade is a vampire but does NOT dress the same as Technoblade who might also secretly be a vampire in Tommy's universe lmfaooo

Okay and Bonus One that literally no one will understand except me

11. Magnum PI remake x Orphanduo (Techno and Skeppy)

-> Katsumoto is literally Technoblade guys. THEY ARE THE SAME PERSON. And omfg Magnum and Higgens are so happy duo ngl 😭😭😭

OKAY THAT'S ALL FOR NOW YIPPEE

Tag time :D

@sammiekel @jiksvokrat @cristalmystery @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters @sleepdeprivedofmycorn @sunflowervc @angrilydancing and anyone else who wants to join in!!

[official-impravidus]

if ao3 is still down for you

here are some of my fics from my google docs

Lazarus Mad Dad (timkon, tim drake becomes parent to two clone babies, tim was revived by the lazarus pit)

Moss and Minnie (jaytim parents)

Da Capo (eddie diaz time travels to season one)

Bat!Buck (evan buckley grows up with jason todd in crime alley and becomes a bat)

post exile tommyinnit series where he gets two moms, heals from trauma, and becomes a mom

Welcome to Gotham! (the benchtrio goes to Gotham)