#tommy’s story is not over

[lazybakerart]

Giving himself a shake, Chimney says, “Remember your boyfriend? The big guy?” Buck grins. Dopey and wide, a flush washing over him at the opportunity to talk about Tommy.  “He is big, isn’t he?” He says, proudly, hugging the calendar to his chest and sighing. “Yep, but, again, let’s stay on track here.” Chimney tries. Buck ignores his Buck-specific patronizing tone because, the truth is, Tommy is big.  He’s so big.

Summary: “This,” Chimney says, holding out a large, particularly boring-looking plain envelope, “Is your birthday present.”

Mr. July | AO3 | W: 2.7k | CH: 1/3 | R: E

[dr3amofagame]

ok actual hot take uhhh chommy should've died when he did and he should've stayed dead

strongly agree / agree / ambivalent / disagree / strongly disagree / don’t care whatsoever

too much of a lorehead to agree with this, i fear. but have u considered how fucking funny it was to see c!inniters at the time bawling their eyes out only for c!tommy to be revived like 2 days later . bc that was HILARIOUS

[mdemn]

yes, i love mde. yes, its my favorite of the mafia trilogy. yes, i can say with 100% conviction that objectively… tommy is not an interesting character. for him to be the protagonist, he sure does have no depth to his character written in the game

[theflyingfeeling]

Eleventh Day of Gift-Giving: Encouraging Words

Prompt: “I’ve always admired your strength.”

Surpriiiiiiiise! 🥰 I just thought today's prompts were more suitable for J/J than Olli/Allu (at least in the context of the main story), so here's a little peek at the terror twins dynamic. To not make this completely random, it's set in the same universe as the story from Day 8 with the sleeping pod snuggles 💕 So they're still stuck at the airport and Joel's not having a great time, but thankfully Joonas is there for him 🥺

Thank you & hugs & kisses to @kraeuterhexchen for the gorgeous banner! 🤩

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Joonas stared after Olli and Aleksi as they practically skipped away hand in hand, suddenly not looking half as tired and bored as they had a moment ago, slouching on the sofa next to Joonas. It didn’t take great intellectual efforts even from him to assume the two of them were going to do a little more than just sleep. 

With Niko and Tommi having excused themselves to the bar and Santeri and the rest of the crew either browsing their phones, listening to music on their headphones, or just sitting still with their eyes closed as a definite warning to not disturb their peace, Joonas was left to follow Joel with his eyes as the man stomped around the lounge. Joel's brows were knit together in a frown and his arms were crossed over his chest as if to comfort himself. His blow-dried hair waved in the rhythm of his brisk steps, framing his stern expression. Anyone else looking at him would’ve said Joel was just pissed off, but Joonas? He knew better.

After a few more rounds of anxious pacing Joel stopped to stare out the large windows of the lounge into the grey fog that had fallen over the airport. Even from afar, Joonas could see Joel’s reflection on the window glass, could see his muscles tense, his grip on his own arms tightening. When Joel crouched down on the floor to bury his face in his hands, Joonas was already on his way to him.

He made sure not to alarm Joel as he sat down beside him. Only when he was sure Joel had become aware of his presence, he laid his hand on Joel’s now shivering shoulder.

“Hey.”

“I can’t do this shit anymore,” a small, muffled voice said. 

Joonas started moving his hand down and up again on Joel’s back but stayed quiet, giving Joel the space to keep talking if he wished to.

“Joonas, I can’t do this. I just can’t. I’ve slept maybe ten minutes in the past two days and we still won’t be home for hours. I can’t do this, I’m just not strong enough.”

The words made Joonas shuffle closer to make sure Joel (and only Joel) could hear him.

“I know this sucks. It really does. But hell, that’s the biggest bullshit I’ve heard all year. Joel, you’re the strongest person I know.”

“Shut the fuck up, Porko,” Joel wailed, his voice even smaller than earlier. 

“I’m not just saying it, you know. Joel, you’re so fucking strong. Way stronger than me. I’ve always admired that about you, to be honest. I don’t think I say that enough.”

Joel stayed still, and Joonas could hear him taking deep breaths in and out, as if trying to find the rhythm of Joonas’ hand petting his back.

“What I mean is that if you’ve been strong enough to survive all that shit you’ve been through in your life, you’ll get through this one delayed flight, even though right now it feels like you can’t. I promise it won’t be long ‘til we take off.”

Joonas didn’t stop running his palm along Joel’s spine even when the man stopped to hold his breath, like he was evaluating Joonas’ words. After a few more seconds, he suddenly relaxed his entire composure and slumped against Joonas, almost melting in his arms, boneless and heavy against Joonas’ chest. Joonas was quick to wrap his arms around him to keep him from falling on the floor.

To keep him safe.

“I just want to get home.”

“I know,” Joonas whispered in his hair. “I’ll take you home.” 

Even though, Joonas added in his mind, to me, home is wherever I get to hold you in my arms.

[divinekangaroo]

falling - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | ?

Full of plans for the family's future, Tommy Shelby makes sure to conclude his five year service on a very special day, the same day his big brother Arthur's coming home.

Best laid plans, etc; then Tommy takes a half-thought detour on his way home.

A Modern AU take on Tommy's immediate return from military service, and the period between his demobilisation and the start of S1.

(Tags shall be progressively updated)

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Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Ada Shelby | Alternative Universe, Modern AU (ish), No iPhones, Awkwardness, Age Difference, Disassociation, Miscommunication, Banter, Fast Food Vendor of your Choice, Pre-Season, Past Trauma, Flirting, Have I Met You Before, Heckling, Cars, Drug Use, Past Childhood Trauma, Mrs Shelby Lives, Gender Role Dynamics, Small Neighbourhoods, Greta Jurossi Haunting the Narrative, Brotherly Dynamics, Sibling Dynamics, Class Issues, Attraction, Casual Sex, Car Sex, Military Transition Program, Willful Medical Noncompliance, Melodrama

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[nomsfaultau]

Mmm haven’t posted the chapter of Lord, what fools these mortals be! where Fae!Kristin shows up but I want to ramble about characterization so. Ahh. Anyway, fae!Philza is pretty upfront with his creepy fairy shtick. Incredibly possessive, clearly operating on an alien morality system (or lack there of), oscillating between kindness and a cruel apathy for Tommy’s feelings. Kristin though….she’s a LOT more subtle. There’s warning signs of course, such as the sudden extreme violence. Philza had that too, of course, but never directed at the kid he’s trying to manipulate. But Kristin gets away with it. She wants them to survive, of course. She’s just trying to make them better. And it clearly works. Kristin’s just so nice, and over protective, and clearly lonely. She’s frequently reassuring to Wilbur and Technoblade but it’s in a way that hides her true plan if not her intentions. No, she’s very clear about wanting their souls forever, but all her blatant tactics are decoys. She’s far more subtle than Philza. She gives Wil and Techno everything they want till they don’t even consider leaving even as they’re determined to never fall into the obvious, fun traps, the type they joke about at dinners so the men feel like they’re outwitting her while all the while she’s unraveling their character flaws until they’re fully ensnared. She designs the rules of the game to mold them into her perfect children. Little details piling up until it’s revealed she’s completely altered their bodies until they’re unrecognizable as human, so slowly neither even noticed. And she’s shaped their thoughts for decades to the point they don’t even care. Why should they? She’s just trying to make them better. And it’s Kristin that reveals why the Fae rulers even need children: they keep accidentally murdering their kids. It’s why she’s so over protective. It’s why she wanted Techno and Wil to be better, promised them power in a way that was honey poison to their ambitions and made them prisoners of the fae world no matter how free they thought they were.

That’s the real difference between Fae Phil and Kristin. All three Neapolitan trio felt scared, but Tommy was never given the illusion of protecting himself while in actuality only endangering himself further. His fear saved him.

And that’s why Tommy’s going to escape, while Techno and Wilbur willingly go back.

[grey-lark]

I've been working off and on a JU side story from Tommy's perspective, and while I haven't written much the song "you, Me and Steve" recently popped again on my playlist and reminded me of the vibe I was going for early Steve/Tommy/Carol

[pigeonxp]

the world will begin healing once ppl stop relating qsmp lore to things that happened in dsmp lore ❤️

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

WORDS FOR YOU

Puddle and/or Snow (mmmm march weather mm)

Ghostbur jumps next to Tommy, feet leaving the ground for a millisecond before they land, creating a wet noise against the blades of grass. Not quite a splash, because there’s no puddle, but a wet noise all the same.

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Pulling a baby across the floor using a blanket is sort of like sledding, except not really, because sledding involves hills and snow, and what Wilbur’s doing only involves a flat floor and a blue blanket.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

(Notes at the bottom)

In honor of my 100th post,

Curiosity Killed The Cat (6)

_WC - 1.7k

_TW: Vore (sfw, non-fatal), panic, swearing, mention of death

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Wilbur rolled onto his side, tire still holding onto him. He wanted to sleep again, however one word instantly came to mind when he felt the cold floor of the basement hit his fingertips. 

Tommy. 

The events before he passed out came to him quickly, the memory of a shrinking potion being thrown onto him telling him everything he needed to know when he saw the sheer size of everything around him. Shuffling from his desk caught his attention, the now-giant Tommy adding onto the fear that grew in his mind. 

The teenage boy was brushing papers off of his desk, sorting through a variety of potion bottles, obviously looking for something. 

“Tommy.” He said in a quiet voice, knowing full well there was no way he would have heard. 

“Tommy!” He said, much louder. Tommy looked back in a startle, his body jumping slightly. “Where is it? Where the fuck is it?” Tommy said harshly, stepping closer and closer to him. Wilbur tried to scramble away but he dubbed it no use when he knew Tommy had the upper hand here. The roles were swapped and now he had to deal with everything he put Tommy through. 

Although he doubted Tommy would be as nice as Wilbur was, given the situation was never explained at all to him. 

“Where is what, Tommy?” 

He yelped when he was grabbed harshly, a tight fist wrapping his form. His arms and legs were pinned uncomfortably against his body, and Tommy only gave mercy to his shoulders. Breathing was difficult and inhaling was more of a wheeze. He attempted to pull his shoulder up to free it, but the wind was knocked out of him as the grip tightened, only releasing a bit afterwards. 

“You- you said you enchanted the exits, where the hell is the reverse?” A wave of guilt crashed onto him, an awkward laugh escaping him. “I didn’t make one.. uh..” He trailed off. “What?” 

“There isn’t a reverse, Tommy, I-”

Wilbur was cut off as once again a shift left him feeling unable to inhale. He continued to savor every breath he could get in the right fist that was Tommy’s, who had grabbed him in an act of anger. The quickened movements of the blonde were ones that were no use, but Wilbur stayed quiet about it and continued debating whether or not to fight. He chose not to for no particular reason. 

Tommy wasted no time with what he assumed to be his own little plan of his. When he noticed the desk approaching at an alarmingly quick pace that matched Tommy’s, his stomach turned. 

Wilbur swallowed nervously, every inch of his body pleading to not allow him to follow through with this plan. Eventually, when Tommy had stopped fumbling with the lid of the jar and put Wilbur in his open palm rather than a fist in preparation to put Wilbur inside, he fought.

The only thing he could really think of was pinching the teenager’s skin. A bit rougher than he wanted but it still got the point across that he did not want this to happen. Tommy just stayed quiet, his body shaking with nerves. There was uneven breathing from both Wilbur and the boy as they fought over two different outcomes. Wilbur stopped damaging the boy and threatened to fall over the edge and onto the desk, or better yet the floor. 

He doesn’t want to be there when Tommy finds out. 

When Wilbur did fall, Tommy caught him by his collar, his hair along with it. He uncomfortably brought his neck forwards to try and relief the pressure but it didn’t work and he was forced to look up at the one who caught him. It was surreal to see the roles of the duo switched, to see the blue eyes of Tommy be more than small circles on a tiny form. 

“Tommy, hey, please, don’t go through with this.” He said softly, words not left up to interpretation, or in other words they were firm. Tommy looked down at him, unsure of what to do. Wilbur once again struggled in the hold, his body swaying with every little movement he made. He wasn’t necessarily afraid of heights, but the look down wasn’t comforting. “I’ll get out if you put me in there, I’ll just come and find you, you know this, right? Might as well end it for me.” Wilbur taunted in a voice he hated to use but had to, just to pretend to show his ‘true colors.’ 

Tommy took in the words quietly. 

Wilbur soon realized that he probably should’ve taken being in a jar over what happened next. Tommy’s mouth opened, but no words exited. There was a shift of the hand he was hanging from. A small look of regret and possibly guilt flashed across Tommy’s face, and he got a good look at the last thing he’d see before he was tossed into the open maw roughly. He landed against a row of teeth on his back, and before he could even begin to move he was being pinned against the inside of Tommy’s cheek by a tongue. He struggled against it, pushing the muscle away the best he could, but in the end it was much, much stronger than he could be at this size. 


He continued to struggle, not to make the time bad for Tommy, but to get out. He didn’t want to die in a stomach of all places. Tommy.. Tommy would be alone.

Wilbur could tell the blonde was running again, it wasn’t a smooth ride inside of the mouth, not that he could even complain when he was more focused on getting free. He tried to get a proper footing, but the ground was too slick and he didn’t want to hurt Tommy, so he paused for another moment to plan the best he could. Everything he thought of resulted in just getting pinned again. Tommy clearly had the higher power here and there was no use in pretending he still had it, because he didn’t, and that was more obvious than ever now. 

He jolted back, the tongue moving out of the way, allowing him to completely shift to a different side of the mouth. He kept getting sent back, then a muffled pound caught his attention. Shit. 

Wilbur stopped moving entirely, staring in the blank void while waiting for something to happen. Something did in fact happen, but it wasn’t the something he wanted. He couldn’t see much, but he knew he was getting sent to the throat, meaning Tommy had swallowed and was ending Wilbur’s life and hope right then and there. 

His body twisted while he tried  to grab onto anything durable, but all that was there by the time even a bit of light from Tommy’s parted mouth was the slick muscle. Darkness once again and a pull at his leg sent him down. Something squeezed his entire body. He could tell he was being sent down to his deathbed. 

The tightness kept going steadily until he fell into an open space. Fleshy and moist. He inhaled sharply at the realization of being alive. There was no acid at the bottom like he assumed, just a small, dark, wet place. The air inside the stomach was thick and humid, but he was thankful to be here for a bit longer. He’ll still die from dehydration and starvation, it’ll just be a slower death. He deserved it. 

Tommy moved again, and he was sent to the ‘ground’ of his new home. Prison, home, whatever the fuck it was. 

“Wilbur, how do I make it? How do I make the fucking reverse? I want out.”

Here’s the moment he’s been dreading for days. Explaining everything. “Wilbur, please!” The stomach walls collapsed slightly as Tommy clearly pressed on his gut to get a reaction out of him. “Get me out of this fucking house, Wilbur, just fucking tell me!”

“You can’t, Tommy! Okay?” He called out, a faint echo dancing around the organ. Tommy exhaled shakily again, seemingly waiting for a more detailed explanation. “You don’t think I haven’t fucking tried to leave, Tommy? I was lonely. No one comes near the house. You’re the first one to come here in decades! Decades, Tommy. I never wanted to hurt you-”

“Cut the bullshit and tell me how to get out.” 

“I’m not bullshitting you, Tommy. I never wanted to hurt you, I didn’t want to tell you the truth, either. It was pathetic and I’m so sorry it’s happening now. It was a good effort, Tommy.”

There was no movement. More muffled sobs came from outside, footsteps, and suddenly Wilbur was being tossed to a different side of the stomach. Tommy shifted around on whatever he was on, more cries escaping the teenager. The curiosity of him was one Wilbur respected, and he was glad to have some type of company. He’ll get out by instructing Tommy how to make a teleportation potion, that is if Tommy will let him out. Hopefully then they can try to continue living normal lives — as normal as normal can get in such unfortunate conditions.

Wilbur placed a hand to the closest part of the ‘wall’ he could find in an act of comfort despite knowing Tommy doesn’t want his comfort. 

He felt guilty of his actions. When he first found he was trapped inside he felt the same way. He collapsed onto the couch and sobbed for what felt like hours upon days. He eventually got used to the terrible lifestyle and put the sadness in the back of his mind. However when Tommy returned he felt a sense of protection and selfishness run over him at full speed and he kept Tommy in a jar. It wasn’t the best of his options but good enough for the time being. 

Wilbur understood from the moment Tommy smiled that the boy was up to something, and after him asking to be let out, he let himself theorize. 

That leads them to now. Wilbur meant it when he said he never wanted to hurt Tommy, he was just touch starved and so bored of the isolation that when the smaller appeared in the house one lucky day — for Wilbur, at least — he took the chance while he had it.

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There we are! That is a wrap my friends :D Honestly the twist isn’t that exciting, but, hey, you get to know Wilbur’s intentions :D

The ending was very rushed I will say that, and it probably could’ve been better.

Now that this is finished, I’m going to take a break from posting writing and work on AU’s and such,,,,

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: February 26

“Diamonds in the Mud” by Gerry Cinnamon

[normalbrothers]

on that note, arthur's plea for apology at this point wasn't genuine at all, he absolutely knew they were way past this - "don't tell tommy about the chair"/ he contributed to the escalation - and it was just his bid to wash his hands clean last minute ("well *i* told you to apologize and see what happened" <- never said this, but was surely thinking it)

[morninkim]

Rise of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers - Evil Empire Aliens

After 10,000 years... It’s free.

(Story-relevant info and context under the cut)

Dr. Finster has been hearing whispers in his head for the past 50 years, roughly since he acquired this strange artifact found on the Moon. It started sparingly at first, once or twice a year at most, however in the past few months - since the appearance of Goldar and the Power Rangers - they’ve become more frequent. Louder. It says it can help Promethea defeat these invaders, help the Power Rangers, help the Earth.

It just needs energy.

An alert comes in on the base’ security systems, Goldar has appeared just outside the perimeter. The voice beckons Finster to go.

“The Power Rangers will come. I just need the energy from their transformation. Take me to them.”

Finster resists at first, but is compelled, sneaking himself and the artifact out in the panic as Goldar makes his approach to Promethea base. Of course, he’s intercepted by the Power Rangers, their teleportation scrambling Promethea’s video relays. No one in the base sees what happens next. But they feel it.

The Rangers - too occupied with their battle to notice Dr. Finster hiding nearby in the desert brush with the artifact - call their Dinosaur powers and transform, releasing a pulse of multicolored energy.

And the artifact opens.

Everything is swallowed in darkness in an instant as a shape begins to form between the two factions. Piercing red eyes. Gold markings. And sharp claws.

The shadow wastes no time in attacking the Rangers, taunting them. It calls them “incomplete”, “weak” and “lacking”. Questions where their sixth is.

Beaten down and near defeat, the Rangers make a stand. They refuse to give up, combining their attacks to deal a solid strike to the shadow.

It shudders from the damage, weakened.

And retreats.

Goldar withdraws as well. There is no honor in taking another’s kill. He must go find where the shadow went, and leaves the Rangers to lick their wounds.

Following their defeat, Alpha V alerts the Rangers to something new he’s detected. Something that may lend them the help they desperately need.

Or rather, someone...

Meanwhile, the shadow streaks across the desert to the city, finding a lone girl in a green hoodie in an alleyway. It senses... Insecurities. Loneliness. Strife. Exactly what it can take advantage of. It draws itself over the girl, taking root in her mind and controlling her body.

Later, in the body of the girl (or Tommy Oliver, as it had found in her head) and having created its own garments with its magic, the shadow finds Finster at his small apartment downtown. It thanks him for freeing it. But she requires more from him.

“What was it you called my urn? Rita Repulsa? Yes... yes, I like that name.”

[sweetenby]

my toxic trait as a dnd is player is that I'm obsessed with making fantasy communities and if you leave me alone with my thoughts for too long I'll turn my characters simple backstory into a whole fucking town that has its own history and culture and then walk up to my dm and be like 🥺 "Can you put this in your world please?" 🥺

[lunarbeee]

Screaming into the void but c!tommy apologizing for “ruining” c!Dream’s life is SO bullshit. If bro got so mad he had to start a war over a few brits making a goddamn clubhouse with a “no Americans allowed” sign on it CLEARLY he wasn’t mentally ok to begin with. The original L’Manberg could’ve literally fit in the prison or the snowchester mansion or Foolish’s summer home but nobody started a whole war over that (except maybe L’Sandberg but that was mostly just trolling and joking to my knowledge and a nod to L’Manberg) if a couple kids and their older brother figure make a goddamn hot dog van clubhouse for potions you just let them be. L’Manberg never wanted violence in the beginning, they caught with words and c!Dream made them shed blood for recognition. C!Tommy may have been annoying at first, may have been a little pest at times but he was 16, a child who was put through hell because c!Dream thought he was annoying and messed with his god complex.

[calenhads]

episode review i am never going to recover from this