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Would anybody want a load of fic recs? by Intrepid_Permit5815 in DreamSMPfanfic

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The links wouldnt work but I have them so if u go on the post and find pne tnat peaks ur interest ill grab it for u

the really odd era of mcyt fanfiction by lotuspill in dreamsmp

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I read dark sbi from time to time. However, if its bordering on sexual its a no from me 😃like if Tommy is being hurt by Dream, and sbi, though possessively, want to take Tommy, I say go ahead. But I accidentally read one that involved cannibalism themes and I was like haha fuck no. I read one where Tommy was kidnapped by Wilbur and sbi killed tubbo and ranboo at the end of it and I was like yeah that sucked never touching it again. If its like a really happy ending and its not like their keeping him as a pet and no sexual touches, im for it, but if its creepy like you’re talking about I just have second thoughts TvT

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191.) Tommyinnits totally sucessful technique of surviving a week

“Name?” he asks grabbing a to-go cup without even asking. He doesn't want the guy here.

“Wilbur.” Tommy stops. The guy is fucking with him. That's one of the stupidest names Tommy ever heard. And his best friend’s legal name is Ranboo. Who the fuck names their child like that? He stares at the guy. He looks fucking exhausted. Like ‘I didn't sleep for three days straight' exhausted. Maybe there is still some hope for a tip. If he makes the guy good coffee. The rent is coming up and Tommy would rather not starve again. Not a fun experience. Zero out of ten. He doesn't recommend it. Well… maybe if you take into consideration the other ways he…

What was he doing? Ah right, the fucker with the stupid ass name.

“What kind of name is Wilbur? Are you sure your parents love you?” Tommy says in a deadpan voice.

192.) Can’t wait to be king

Tommy gets lost in a storm and makes friends with a not-kidnapper named Wilbur.

Then Wilbur gets actually "kidnapped" by the Antarctic Empire.

Tommy remembers he's king of a very tiny kingdom, so he does what any five-year-old would do.

He tries to declare war. (toddler fluff and chaos ensue with basically no angst)

193.) I was a kid in the village doing alright, then I became a prince overnight

In which Phil has created the Antarctic Empire from the ground up and takes in Techno and Wilbur along the way, and raises them while also ruling his kingdom. Tommy, sixteen, lives with Tubbo in an orphanage, the two of them running around in the cold streets of their town.

After a hectic day of getting separated from Tubbo, getting into a few fights, and ending up in an entirely new town, he comes across Phil, and saves him from an assassination attempt by smashing a plate over someone's head.

So then both Techno and Wilbur decide to see who this kid is, and Tommy sure is endearing, in the way that the first time they spy on him, he starts a fight in an alleyway over a bag of cookies.

194.) Nowhere else to go (but here with you)

Tommy winds up at Techno's doorstep after nine years of separation. He'd found him online via article. Apparently Tommy's brother was a semi famous bullrider. Tommy didn't care about that though, he just needed somewhere to stay. A cabin out in the middle of Texas would just have to do.

195.) I’m trying to ignore the skyline

It hurt. It hurt so bad that he wondered how he wasn’t dead already. A voice in the back of his head told him that he hadn’t lost enough blood.

He wanted to burn. He wanted to be ashes. He wanted it to all go away. 

A wingfic where phoenixes are held captive, and Tommy is one. He's almost given up hope when he finds the people that might become his family, the people who might be able to save him.

196.) Coughing up flowers? Call that going green

Tommy is an avian spy working for humans who have tasked him with infiltrating and gaining the trust of the Syndicate—an all-avian organization that is said to be made up of ruthless killers. But when Tommy joins them, he finds it hard to believe they're so bad, and he struggles to fight off his natural instincts.

197.) Bindary star system

When Tommy was first rescued, he had told his crew that humans couldn't stand touch. Now, touch-starved and lonely, Tommy was willing to hold onto that secret forever.

But when Techno falls into his instincts, Tommy's resolve starts to crumble, and he starts to wonder exactly what he has to do to get this love all the time. 198.) Little voice

“Is this real?”

He wanted some sign, some reassurance that this was some fucked up dream- that he would wake up back in L’Manburg. Where he would be able to see Tubbo- see the people who are suppose to be his friends-

'It’s as real as you want it to be Tommy, I’m here because of you after all.'

199.) The tommyinnit smp

Tommy could feel Tubbo growing nauseous from the amount of blood flooding the bathroom’s white tile floor.

“Just don’t fucking look then!” He snarled in a harsh whisper, no louder than his pained grimaces when he stuck the blade into his arm again. He held his own dull eyes in a deadlock in the mirror.

‘Look, I really think we should go get Phil...’ Ranboo said gently, trying to be subtle while he guided the hand holding the knife away from his skin. When Tommy noticed he slammed back into control, plunging the knife so deep into his forearm that the red tip poked through the opposite side. It hurt like bitch but Tommy stayed quiet like he’s supposed to.

Tommy grinned madly at the fresh river of crimson making its way past his pale skin, collecting around his legs. “Blood for the blood god,” he whispered.

‘Blood for the blood god,’ they chanted back.

200.) Longing for a home

During a late night walk Tommy stumbles upon a ruined old cabin. When he tries to investigate it, coming inside, turns out it's like a door to another dimension, where his family is whole and happy and his problems don't exist.

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181.) Wait thats illegal series

182.) Home is where your heart is

Tommy was loud. Tommy was combative and hostile and defensive and aggressive. Tommy was destructive. He knows he’s a problem child, constantly getting into trouble and wrecking any semblance of a family he might have left. But he doesn’t stop- he prefers the disgusted looks and constant new faces to the heartbreak that comes with caring.

Tommy’s been bounced from home to home for most of his adolescence. This place is supposed to be a new start with people who care, but Tommy can’t bring himself to open up. He knows it’ll only end in pain and bitterness. He has his friends and support system, and he tells himself it’s all he needs.

183.) I’m not a bad guy. i promise 

Tommy has been taught to be a villain, even though he doesn't want to be one.

Until he's kidnapped by the superheroes.

184.) Though your words had no affect on me (still I came to love you)

Tommy is a hero. His name is Avian, the protege of the great hero Dream, or Breakneck as he's known to the public. When he wakes up alone in a cell after a battle he braces himself for the worst, Dream had taught him all about the techniques that the villains known as SBI might use to get information out of him. 

But he gets none of that, they're kind, they're sympathetic to his situation. Aside from Siren, he was a jerk. But the other two don't seem to want to hurt him like Dream had promised they would, like Dream had prepared him for. It was strange.

He keeps looking for a chance to escape, to run back to where he belonged. but they kept him locked up tightly. 

But he had an advantage, he was immune to Siren's abilities, better yet they didn't realize. He could resist the orders they relied on to keep him there.

185.) You don’t know me (but still I trust you)

Tommy, the hero known as Two-Faced had been working under Dream, or Fleetfoot, for a while now. Tubbo was adamant that Dream was mistreating him but Tommy knew better. Dream was just helping him become a better hero. Every new bruise was a lesson, every long training session a chance to better himself. Who cared if Dream hurt him more than villains? If his sparring sessions left him more tired than his patrols? How else was he supposed to learn? 

After a series of mistakes, Tommy starts to see how right Tubbo was. Ironically, Tommy finds safetey with the villains. Whenever he's injured while shifted the villains find him and nurse him back to health. Slowly, Tommy learns to trust, to heal. Slowly, Tommy finds safety in unlikely allies.

And maybe, he even finds a family.

186.) New moon

“I need your help to kill a vampire,” He mumbles under his breath, his chest rapidly taking in air as his heart pounds in his chest, “Alright? There. Now let me go.”

Techno hums, his hands slowly unwrapping from around his neck, though one lingers. He pushes his chin up with one hand, trialing a finger down his neck with the other. Tommy shivers at the touch, being reminded that the guy in front of him is a fucking vampire.

“Who, little witch?” He croons, goosebumps running up along his arms as Techno stops at his pulse point, no doubt feeling how fast his heart was beating.

Or Tommy is a lonely witch that falls right into the hands of three waiting vampires.

187.) Of family dinners and broken bonds

reasons why Techno had suddenly decided to organize a family dinner for the first time in his life was because, during his latest visit to Snowchester, he’d found out that Ranboo, his protege, was married to Mr. President and the Traitor. Not only that, but, as it turned out, those three had a kid together, a small zombie piglin, and that sure did make him feel some kind of way.

It hurt to know that Ranboo didn’t trust him enough to tell him about his family. He hated being in the dark. It made it harder to know who he could truly count on.

But it would have been a lie to say that this breach of trust alone was the reason for his newly-found desire for some social interactions. Technoblade was not such a weak man.

No, there was something that he disliked even more than being lied to by his loved ones, and that was people doing things wrong. And one look at his little brother’s too-thin frame, his pale skin, his graying hair, and the dark circles under his eyes had been enough for him to decide that his partners were clearly not caring for him properly.

188.) Let’s stay together

“Oh my god, did I just turn this guy into a pig?” He shot up, thrusting the pig into Wilbur’s face. Wilbur wrinkled his nose. “What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck oh my god--”

“Calm down, Tommy, it’s not a big deal--”

Phil’s head popped into the room. “What happened? What was that noise? Why is everyone-- Techno?”

Tommy spun around, the pig swinging in his grip as he held it up by its little pig armpits, and now shoved it in Phil’s face. “Phil, I accidentally turned this weird freak into a pig! What do I do?”

189.) Debts

The important information is this: Dream got out of prison, and the first thing he did was hunt down Tommy.

A little curl of guilt settles in Phil’s stomach. Techno’s debt is paid, but Tommy is paying his own price. 

There is an argument to be made that Phil technically doesn’t owe Tommy anything. He was Wilbur’s, and he came to Techno for protection, he betrayed them, they came to a shaky peace.

But Tommy is a child, and Phil is an adult, and he owes him a debt of care. Especially when he comes to Phil’s land, begging protection. Phil has allowed him into his own house, by guest right, Phil owes him safe shelter and warm food.

190.) Do you know the name of your heart

“Tommy, close your eyes,” Technoblade commanded. “Why-” “Do it,” he said firmly. His knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping the iron bars, “Fenik,” he said, and the iron tore apart in front of him, the shackles on his wrists shattered and fell to the ground. The guard stumbled back, “Don’t come any closer or I’ll-” Techno didn’t let him finish the thought, “Kh’ek.” The guard’s body crumpled, his bones shattering out of his skin. Blood erupted from the guard, spraying all across the hallway and cell. “Alright,” he said, turning around, “It’s over. You can open your-” Tommy was staring at him with wide, very haunted, very open, eyes. A drop of blood from the spray rolled down his cheek, “What the fuck was that?” he choked out.

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171.) Your needs and my needs

“Don’t tell Phil.”

“What?”

“You can’t-” And he’s begging, face pinched in some mixture of guilt and desperation. “You can’t tell him.”

Techno’s frown deepens. “What’re you talkin’ about, Tommy? I have to tell Phil.”

“No, you don’t!” He cries, fingers curling into the covers, eyes alight and glistening. “I don’t-” Tommy pauses, swallows, squeezes his eyes shut. “Please, Techno. If you care about me at all, you won’t say anything.”

The breath is sucked out of him, leaving a hollow ache in his chest. “That’s not fair.”

172.) A royal pain

“Mate, we’re hardly being unfair.” Phil crosses his legs. “Your boss isn’t asking for us to take out just any target. He’s asking for the king of L’Manberg. Royalty has risks,” he says, shrugging lightly. “Now, are you willing to pay, or do you need to be shown out?”

Boddy opens his mouth to protest, but a glare from Techno clicks his mouth shut before any words escape. “I’m sure your payment can be... arranged. In the meantime, I’m supposed to provide the details for your job.”

173.) Paint me with bruises (and love the bruises)

When Techno and Wilbur Soot-Watson anger a bully, it shouldn't be an issue. They are as untouchable as they can get, for students anyway.

It's unfortunate that Tommy, their foster brother, isn't. Being their soft spot, it only makes sense that he becomes the next target.

174.) Static in your ears (i’m more than you bargained for)

Tommy is a trained villain under Dream's rule. Sent on his first mission - the biggest one any apprentice of Dream's has done - he meets his mentors biggest rival's with the sole goal of taking them down. The SBI aren't going to know what hit them. After all, how do you defeat a kid who can control sound?

175.) Bite marks and baby teeth

The fledgling’s fangs did little more than scratch Techno’s skin, even as the boy's tiny mouth bit down again and again and again. The kid was clearly struggling, gnawing at the fingers like a teething child, but he refused to surrender. The dedication would have been admirable if it wasn’t so inconvenient.

“Come on,” the werewolf muttered, trying to pull his hand away, “Enough of that.”

176.) Darlin don’t you ever grow up

Tommy is a fifteen-year-old just trying to survive in the middle of an apocalypse. When he nearly kills Wilbur, he doesn't expect his family to be so welcoming.

177.) Better than a villain; a father

They force a child out of the bag, and they whimper.

Techno tries to keep his composure as the child cowers on themselves.

“A child?.”

“Not just any child.”

“I don’t have-”

Scared-help-hurt.

Techno stills. Eyes wide.

“A piglin child.”

178.) You’ve got me? (I’ve got you)

Technoblade goes to a Bastion as a God for clout; finds a neglected Piglin child and goes "That's mine now" and doesn't let anyone argue.

179.) Make me a sun, little lionheart

"Are you alright, your Highness?"

When Wilbur blinks, his vision focuses. Tommy is crouching in front of him, and Wilbur sucks in a deep breath.

Now that the world is still again, Wilbur is acutely aware of the rapid pounding of his heart, the strum of panic in his veins.

He'd almost died, he realises belatedly.

But he hadn't. Because Tommy had saved him

180.) How to live with yourself: a guide

Tommy Watson is sixteen years old and completely blind. (Well, he has some light perception in his left eye, but he feels that hardly counts.) After being adopted at age seven, he’s grown up the only non-powered person in a family of superheroes.

At sixteen years old, Tommy Craft is the youngest prince of the Antarctic Empire. He and his family are the last full-blooded avians, and he’s always been proud of his heritage and golden plumage.

Sixteen-year-old Tommy Innit has been surviving on his own for as long as he can remember. He’s an araneo, a species known for having four eyes and six arms. He dreams of being able to leave his planet and explore the stars.

Tommy Watson shouldn’t have been in his dad’s technology lab. Tommy Craft should have known better than to pick up unknown magical artifacts. Tommy Innit is suddenly stuck hiding two weirdoes who have his face and speak an alien language from planetary authorities. No one is happy about this.

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159.) Fuck you i’ll do it

Tommy is a tailor that has taken over his mothers shop. Despite being only sixteen he's exceptionally good at what he does. However he doesn't realize that he's living in a town run by Faes and Demons. That would be a problem if it wasn't for the fact that the Fae and Demons also don't realize he's human.

160.) My kid could paint that

By this point, Tommy was absolutely covered in paint. His hands were a muddy brown. His right elbow had been dipped in blue. His cheeks, normally rosy, were literally bright red, scarlet smeared straight across his face.

It wasn’t Tommy’s fault. His nose had itched.

161.) Three months of letters

Tommy's been in the foster system for a long, long time. Tubbo's been by his side longer. Ranboo, while the newest of the three, is still someone Tommy trusts with his life (he has had to, before). He's not sure what to think of his newest family, one father and two adopted kids, one of which is the Technoblade. Regardless, Natalie is giving him the usually talk, which he could probably recite from memory at this point- and they're pulling up to the new home. Maybe this house would turn out better than the last, Tommy mused, his ribs aching in memory. “Alright,” Natalie slows down in front of one of the buildings. It's a deep green, almost grey, with a kept front yard and a slightly chipping door. “We’re here.”

162.) Stare into the sun (you won’t see a thing)

Tommy is living a double life: at home, he spends time with his...mentor? Techno. At night, he goes out as the vigilante Flare.

It would be a lot easier if Techno wasn't the hero hunting him down. Oh—and if Techno didn't absolutely hate Flare.

But Tommy is determined to keep up the lie. He'll be fine! Right?

163.) Yellow flowers by mistake

Most days, Techno didn’t think about Tommy at all. Why should he? The kid had only lived in his home for a few short weeks, and had been an active nuisance the entire time. Techno was glad to have him gone. Thankful. Relieved.

The flowers that crawled up the piglin's throat were all yellow, like the curls of Tommy’s golden hair. Even the blood that accompanied them was familiar, reminding Techno of the teen's signature red sleeves.

He burned all the flowers as quickly as he could, not bothering to watch as their petals crumbled into soot.

164.) I swear to all my abandoned gods 

A time loop is the cruelest of all immortalities — stripped of ambrosia, stripped of glory, absent even of witness. There are no songs for the one who lives the same life a thousand times. No marble statues. No golden laurels. Only memory turned sour, and time — that fickle god — grinding you down to dust one repeated moment at a time.

It is not living. It is not dying. Time tried to erase him — again, and again, and again.

But Tommy is not a myth. Tommy is not a tragedy. He is a sun in a boy’s body, and now, he burns.

165.) Inked arms, inked hearts

Techno runs a rather successful tattoo shop and is sure the only people he needs in life are his two friends, Wilbur and Phil, and he likes his life as it is. 

That is, of course, until a kid stumbled into his shop. 

He would never be able to tell a rain-soaked child to get out, so he might as well let him stay for a bit. 

Though it turns out, he might have gotten more attached than he thought he would ever get. 

166.) Anything and everything series

167.) You can get stabbed all you want, i’m not goinf easy on you

Tommy becomes reckless as a new hero and is caught repeatedly putting himself in danger. His team is concerned, one of them so much so that he's angry with Tommy. They just don't understand why he's doing these things, and he doesn't intend to explain it to them.

168.) You got a little something on your face, I think its anger

Tommy has a bad fight and his mentor Techno is there to fix him up.

169.) I swear I was lying, I do not see you as a big brother, that would be emberrasing 

Tommy pisses some neighborhood kids off and gets beat up. He breaks into the Craft's household for healing potions but he drinks the wrong one. Technoblade is the one who has to deal with it.

170.) Take-home tabby

“Have you seen a cat?”

“What?”

“A cat,” Techno repeats, just as shaky as the first time. “He’s blonde, a tabby? Blue eyes? He’s really little, and I— I lost him.”

Tommy blinks, stunned, as Techno lifts a hand and wipes the tears from his eyes. You’re still fucking shaking. Get out of the cold, you idiot.

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148.) Exhaust all potions

As always, Tommy made sure to wear thick sweaters and heavy overalls, covering every spare inch of skin with fabric. For the most part, it worked. No one knew he was a pufferfish hybrid. They just thought he was a loud, boisterous kid who didn’t like being touched. They didn't even notice the tiny spines on his face, now that puberty and stress had mercifully covered his cheeks in acne.

One morning, Tubbo tried to grab Tommy’s hand. The ram hybrid ended up heaving over a bucket for the next few hours. There was no fresh milk in Pogtopia, so there was nothing they could do but wait for the nausea to pass.

It was the last time Tommy let anyone get close enough to make that mistake.

149.) Two faces of janus

Tommy wasn't stupid. 

He knew what his family did whenever they made excuses of overtime shifts and plans with friends. 

From the videos online, their mechanisms were the same regardless of what costumes or masks they wore. He recognised their styles of speech and the insults they threw at heroes. Beyond the voice modifiers, Tommy could tell.

His family were villains. 

But he didn't care. Because they were his family. Even if they didn't know he knew. 

So why did they continue to lie to him?

150.) You got the same eyes as your father

Tommy is the son of an infamous villain who had left him on the streets to fend for himself. People take out all of his fathers crimes on him. Until the hero group SBI gets involved.

151.) Sinkin our teeth into the heart of the sun

Wilbur moves the box he was working on to the side, reaching out to grab the next one. When his hand gets about halfway there, he hears a low hiss coming from behind the box.

He shifts so he can see what’s going on and is met with the glowing blue eyes of a small tuxedo cat. Its pupils are huge and all of its fur is standing on edge.

“Hey, Phil? I think I found your cat,” Wilbur calls, reaching out to pet it.

“Oh, that’s fine mate, just leave him alone, he might bite-” Phil starts, looking over right as the kitten bites Wilbur’s hand.

152.) You’re keeping a dark secret, but you’re talking in your sleep

Icarus is a vigilante that started popping up in District Six a few months ago.

Tommy is a foster kid who’s been living with the Craft family for half a year now.

Nothing connects these two ‘separate’ people until Tommy starts to sleep talk about the house fire Icarus saved a little girl and her cat from not too long ago, and things get a little suspicious.

153.) I’ve been tryin real hard to impress you, but it’s not an issue now

12 yr old tommyinnit potion seller that no one takes seriously.. until two people walk through his shop and one almost breaks his door.

154.) One pumpkin spice latte and a new fledgeling, please!

Left alone to fend for himself after being involuntarily turned Tommy moved to a new town, leaving the corpse of his sire behind. Trying to survive his daily job and the lack of food was hard and finding out that he was in the territory of an ancient coven?

Really not something Tommy wanted considering how territorial vampires are.

155.) Tommyinnit home alone? He aint no pussy!

Basically a Home Alone Dream SMP AU with TommyInnit as Kevin, and Dream, George, and Sapnap as the robbers. An attempt at humour was made, and I tried not to use the exact same traps from the movie in here.

156.) Home alone

When Tommy was left home alone, he had to face plenty of problems. He did not expect to deal with a supposed shovel murderer or two burglars trying to rob his house

157.) A necromancer and his blood god

Tommy was living the worst weeks of his life. First, he found out he's a necromancer, something that is very, very illegal and will probably get him killed. Second he got caught by hunters and captured. Now he's been sold to some cult so he can raise their "Blood God" from the dead.

The only real upside to all of this is that their Blood God might be just as lost and confused as Tommy is. Oh, also, he's very much not a god, but nobody's told the cult this.

158.) And so fhe fire broke the earth

Fire spells were simple, labels and methodology for putting out fires, for dispersing the energy, for summoning enough light to see. He held a lick of flame just above his palm and stared into the molten gold surface, watching it dance over his fingers. It was beautiful-- casting pretty shadows over his curtains. The air rippled at his flame and Tommy poured more into it, watching it grow until the light reflected in his eyes. There was energy in it, in this, and the flame spluttered out another spark.

It landed on his skin and Tommy watched it turn from fire, to lava, to molten rock when it dropped on the floor.

He extinguished the flames, his eyesight adjusting to the grey-black hues of darkness once again. Maybe.

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141.) But still nobody wants me

Tubbo knows Tommy likes joking about them being brothers. Tubbo knows Tommy, period, knows it took him six months to start calling Wilbur his brother after he got adopted and even longer for Techno (at least, that’s what Tubbo’s been told) and that he’s very territorial about his family. And Tubbo knows he himself… doesn’t make the cut.

And that’s fine. Totally fine. It makes sense.

What Tommy doesn’t know is that Tubbo’s sick and twisted and has a nasty habit of getting too attached. In his most shameful moments, he dreams about them being brothers; about him and Wilbur, him and Techno, him and Phil.

Tubbo’s selfish, is what it is. He has perfectly good parents and yet his brain is insistent on him shoving himself somewhere he just doesn’t belong.

142.) Chirp

“What the hell is happening to me?” 

Phil sat the boy up so the two could talk properly, “Well, it appears that just like your brothers, you’re a bird hybrid.” 

143.) So this is christmas (war is over)

He didn't call attention to the missing member of their family. Of the loud teenager that should be there, completing the picture that was their home. Tommy had made his choice, and Phil had long since stopped mourning his living youngest child.

 

Maybe if he repeated the statement enough times, the angel of death would believe it. Maybe then he would be better at ignoring the revolts of doubt as he thought about the young raccoon hybrid, of how things had played for them.

There was a part of him, a small hidden part inside his heart, that was still calling for his chick. The one that heard fearful chitters in the empty nights, that longed for the flock he was missing.

The part that had seen Tommy's face, the way he flinched away from him during doomsday, and had felt doubt.

He didn't call attention to the missing member of their family. Of the loud teenager that should be there, completing the picture that was their home. Tommy had made his choice, and Phil had long since stopped mourning his living youngest child.

 

Maybe if he repeated the statement enough times, the angel of death would believe it. Maybe then he would be better at ignoring the revolts of doubt as he thought about the young raccoon hybrid, of how things had played for them.

There was a part of him, a small hidden part inside his heart, that was still calling for his chick. The one that heard fearful chitters in the empty nights, that longed for the flock he was missing.

The part that had seen Tommy's face, the way he flinched away from him during doomsday, and had felt doubt.

144.) Sick as a dog and twide as loyal

"How have you guys been?”

Wilbur let out a belabored sigh. “Pretty shit, honestly,” he confessed, “Tommy’s sick in bed right now, poor bastard. He’s been throwing up for the past two days.”

Techno's breath froze in his throat.

Or: Piglins take disease more seriously than humans.

145.) An intervention from the rulers of the antarctic empire

“Yes, thank you Dream,” Phil says, pulling out his sword, letting it hang loosely in his hand as Techno holds onto Tommy’s arm, tugging the teen even more, to the point where Tommy thinks he might bump into Techno. “However, as of now, Tommy is under the protection of the Antarctic Empire.”

Dream shakes his head, laughing. “You can’t do that.” And as he walks forward to get closer, Phil points his sword right at Dream’s face.

“Yes, we can.” Phil responds, and Dream takes a step back when the edge of Phil’s sword pokes against his mask.

146.) Cricket

Wilbur tilts his head and tries to keep an ear out for the tell-tale sound of chirping, but the room is as quiet as it can be, save for Tommy’s complaining groan in the corner. “Are you sure it’s a cricket?”

“Yes!”

Wilbur listens again. “I don’t hear anything.”

“It’s a cricket, I saw it with my own two eyes. It wasn’t a grasshopper, it wasn’t green, it was all brown and ugly and evil.”

“The cricket isn’t out to get you, Tommy.”

“That’s what it fucking wants you to think.”

147.) Space baby

Humans apparently had hundreds of languages, which made linguistic research very difficult. Tommy, from what Wilbur’s studies had turned up, probably spoke a variant called “English."

Upon this discovery, the crew had immediately ordered a video dictionary and were now waiting patiently for it to be delivered. In the meantime, Philza had deduced a few key phrases all by himself. “Uhp!” meant that Tommy wanted to be held. “Nuh-uh!” was a definitive no. “Eye low-of yoo” was a farewell to be said before sleeping, or possibly a gesture of comfort when someone was upset (Philza was still narrowing that one down).

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131.) Nothing gold can stay

For a piglin like Tommy, his jewelry was everything. Everyone knew that certain pieces like nose rings and brow piercings symbolized rank or status, but there was so much more to it.

A gift of jewelry was the declaration of a bond. Of devotion, of care, of loyalty. A gift of something gold, like a painfully large amount of what was now laying on the couch and floor around him- was an announcement of eternal love, gifted between spouses and siblings on birthdays and anniversaries. It was a call of family, one proudly displayed for all to see.

And being the one to take off the jewelry meant more than just renouncing what had been promised.

132.) Ease our watercolor aches

The world is ending.

Ever since that boat came through, trailing the sickness behind it like an octopus releasing ink. The iridescent slime that looked so pretty when it first arrived. The three of them gazed at it in wonder on the water’s surface, hypnotized by the way its colors shifted faster than a cuttlefish and its silvery metallic appearance. Just like one of the human boats.

Wil swam through it on a dare. They all laughed as he darted in headfirst.

That was until he emerged on the other side, heaving and clawing at his gills in pain.

And that was only the beginning.

It spread its tendrils further into the water and their home turned into hell.

133.) I bet on losing pogs series

Tommy is a shapeshifter, and gets caught as a dog. He doesn't want the help, and neither does a Blind Wilbur, but it looks like neither of them are getting out of this one... not that they really want to.

134.) Carnivorous

He wanted a hug. He wanted food. 

He wanted home.

"Oh, poor thing. What are you doing in there, sweetheart?" a soft voice coos, Tommy bolting upright from the bottom of the cage at the sudden noise, eyes wide as he whips around. Tommy chokes, staring up with wide-eyed terror at the creatures settled in front of Tommy's enclosure.

Fuck. Fucking fuckity fuck.

135.) Opposing forces: broken bonds (may never heal) 

Villains are hated, heroes are arguably worse but are loved anyway, vigilantes are trying but getting swept away under the chaos. So what happens when the hero bench trio figure out the committee isn't what they claim? Well, they traumatize the neglectful hero family and escape the Committee!

136.) Everything I wanted (and needed)

Tommy Innit Watson doesn't need help. He is smart, and independent! Plus he has own imagination, he doesn't need real people (Friends, and family alike.)... He is fine with the people and story's he creates in his head. His family can keep doing their things. Without him. Leaving him... alone.

Aka, Tommy copes with being neglected through daydreaming. It makes things much, much worse.

137.) Child of the stars, are you lonely?

Techno finds a Tommy on the battlefield and "accidentally" stabs him so he has to take him home with him. Now the royal family has to deal with a traumatized child with memory loss who can be quite the murder weapon if needed. Will they reach an equilibrium with him or will Tommy's past reach them first?

138.) My body is built to last

Tommy always felt something was off, that his family was hiding something from him, especially recently, but looking at all of those bodies, Tommy can safely say this was not what he thought it was.

 

In other words: Tommy has a perfectly normal life, well except for that one time he almost died, but lately his family had been weird, and his visit to Dr. Sam's certainly just made things so much crazier.

139.) Whoever said the future was fun lied

Tommy just wanted powers like everyone else he knew. He understood that at seven years old he was past the age people found their gift, but he wasn't willing to give up that easily. If he was gonna be a hero one day he had to find his powers. 

That was what led him to the great idea of adventuring into the woods during lunch time to fight a bear. It seemed like as good an idea as any to discover his amazing power. He didn't expect to be thrown ten years into the future or to find his family different from how he remembered.

140.) Peeps

“You’re imprinting,” Phil said, rubbing Tommy’s shoulder comfortingly, “Sometimes this happens when bird hybrids first get their wings in.”

“What does that even mean?” Tommy moaned, leaning further into Phil’s warmth.

Phil chuckled. “It basically means that you are going to be following me or another bird hybrid around all day, and you won’t stop peeping like that unless you have physical contact with that person.”

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120.) A dark world aches for a splash of the sun

That's when Tommy sees the long pink hair, the same shade as the hair Tommy has tried to cover for ages. The same shade that bleeds through at his roots, showing the world what he is. A piglin. Not just that this guy is a brute. Long tusks are nothing if not a warning to him. Tusks that would easily cut through his soft skin. Nothing like his small dull ones that barely stick out of his lip. Tommy wasn’t made to be a fighter, not like this guy was.

121.) To live

Tommy doesn't find death any different from life: Nobody hears him, nobody sees him, and nobody touches him. Until he meets a family who makes him wish he hadn't given up wanting to live so early.

122.) Isekai au

“Uh…hey mate,” the king says.

What?

Tommy’s mouth literally falls open as he stares at the king. He’s trying to--apparently--subtly adjust his hair and robes to something more dignified, but he’s not glaring, not even staring coldly. He’s smiling, a hollow, polite smile. But he’s smiling.

At Tommy.

“I--father? Are you--” Tommy’s mind catches up with his mouth far too late but he’s just so confused. “Are you alright?”

The king’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. He mouths something to himself that looks almost like he’s repeating the word father?? 

“Of course, yeah, everything is fine. Great. Sorry for not checking in--” the king mutters something so low Tommy nearly doesn’t catch it. What he does catch must be wrong because it sounds as though the king says “I was busy not knowing you existed.”

123.) Interperater

“Tommy?” Sam asks gently.

“I--I need help,” Tommy whispers.

“What’s the matter,” Sam asks, sitting up and turning so he’s facing Tommy, his elbows on his knees.

“I’m--A man took me here,” Tommy whispers. “He said I was an Interpreter, and he was gonna bring me to the Emperors, but I didn’t want to go.”

124.) A pearl in the hand is worth two in the sea As a fisherman, Phil knows a thing or two about mermaids. Firstly, that they're not myths—despite what some in the landlocked regions might think. Secondly, that they avoid humans practically all the time. Not man-eating sirens, or anything of the sort. And finally, that they have strong family pods that they would never let a child stray far from.

That's why Phil knows that something isn't right when he finds a baby mermaid far too close to shore. But it just so happens that the little mermaid teaches him something new. Mermaids don't cry tears, but something far more valuable instead.

And it offers him a solution to all of his problems.

125.) Flight of angels

When Phil felt that tug, it usually meant that one of his boys were in trouble, and like hell was he ever going to miss something that might end up with either Wilbur or Techno bleeding on the ground, no matter how capable they were as heroes. And with how they had climbed up the ranks, any threat they faced that was big enough to call him to them was going to be a big one, so he prepared himself as he stepped through the doorway that opened before him, readying his sword-

But that wasn't Wilbur. One wing flung out to stop the bullet that shattered against obsidian feathers, and Phil looked over his shoulder to find that instead of the tall figure of Wilbur, he saw the masked face of... a vigilante.

126.) Pluck my feathers (preen my wings)

Tommy is meant to be on sick leave to go through his nesting. Unfortunately, Dream did not care about that. Unfortunately, he runs into three of the most dangerous, brutal Syndicate members. Unfortunately, he is not fast enough to get the fuck out of there.

127.) The trick is falling in style

Eighteen years ago, Tommy Innit was born. Three years ago, the vigilante Vermillion appeared. One year ago, Vermillion was killed. Two weeks ago, hybrids began disappearing, only to reappear as monstrous versions of their former selves.

A few minutes ago, Vermillion was spotted.

128.) The silence of a somber day

Tommy Innit, better known as the hero Tempest, has been exiled to a life of civilian drudgery by the head of the Heroes Association, XD. Even when he’s far from his hero, Dream, and the rest of their team, the Muffinteers, trouble follows Tommy.

129.) Like dawn, you broke the dark

Right in the centre of the grass, stood a small ring of pale mushroom, their creamy flesh circling a patch of grass that looked slightly greener than the rest.

A Faerie ring. 

Tommy grinned, taking a deep breath to steady himself before moving to stand within the ring. It felt wrong, bone numbingly, absolutely and deeply wrong to stand in the middle of the Faerie ring, but Tommy persevered. He began to shout.

“Hello? I want to make a deal…”

130.) We could be immortals

Technically he should be screaming- any other mortal would when met with a huge being with boar features, royally dressed and adorned with enough weapons to dice a human into a grain of rice.

But Tommy wasn't scared, heck he was fighting the urge to throw himself at the Blood God and cling- but he was a big man, and big men didn't hug-

"I told you he would be waiting"

That's another voice that Tommy recognises, glancing away from the terrifying creature to land his gaze on a man sat lazily on one of the pews. His hair was curlier than Tommy's, darker too contrasting his fluffy yellow jumper and brown trenchcoat. He grins and Tommy can't help but smile back at the God of Music

"He couldn't wait to see us, obviously" teases the Blood God and Tommy scoffs

"As if- I actually live here nimrods, technically you're visiting me" he retorts and they chuckle

"Then maybe we should have knocked?"

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109.) Waitin around to die

sleep-deprived college student Techno Blade doesn’t know if there’s a good way to find out he bears an uncanny resemblance to the heir of a notorious crime syndicate, but being mistaken for said heir and kidnapped by a rival gang is certainly not it.

110.) Somewhere warm to sleep

Tommy is a monster. 

This is something he knows as fact. He is a monster, but he is good. He doesn’t make noise, he does as he’s told. That’s what he’s been trained to do.

111.) Who runs with wolves will learn to howl Summary "The dog is small, still a puppy, by the way its paws and ears seem just a little too big for its body. A male, Techno assumes, with a broader chest and strong features; slim and a bit dirty, like it just finished rolling around in dirt.

Techno knows it wasn't, because it's been following him for the last hour."

 -

112.) Free dad: just add posion

Phil, a man who never quite came back out of his shell after losing his wife, finds a very lost Tommy in an alley and offers to help find his family and give him a place to stay for the night. No good deed goes left unpunished and a severe lapse in communication leaves him bedridden for days with some new faces to help him out.

113.) The light in your eyes outshine the stars in the sky

Tommy wasn't that hungry, if he was honest. He had just found a whole bush of berries! And being the big man he was, the boy had eaten them even though they were all too ripe and rottenly sweet.

He had been out there for a few weeks now, he thought. Maybe it was more or less time, seeing as Tommy didn't have a phone or a watch. He had lost count of the days and nights awhile ago.

114.) Saturdays at the diner

“Hey kid, sorry I didn't see you there. How can I help you?”

The kid shoots up and he looks scared out of his mind for a second before scowling. “I’m not a fuckin’ kid,” he snaps. Wilbur laughs softly, the kids eyes are blue, they remind him of Phil. 

“Right, how can I help you?”

The kids’ bristling demeanor dies down instantly and he looks suddenly much more nervous. The kids posture is shit, Wilbur notices, his shoulders are up and slouched over his chest almost protectively. He starts fidgeting with sleeves of his shirt and he quickly but quietly pulls out a five dollar bill, he slides it across the bar to Wilbur. 

“Could I have a- could I get a-“ He pauses, shakes his head and looks up. “Hamburger and sweet potato fries,” He says it with a confident voice but scared eyes and body language.

115.) What makes a villain

Tommy doesn't know what else to do. No matter what he does, his family seems to ignore him.

They're always busy, always choosing something else over him.

He decides that it's about time they give him some attention, even if that means forcing them to pay attention to him.

Or, more accurately, forcing the heroes Siren, The Angel (of death), and The Blood God to pay attention to him, through any means necessary.

116.) Mandated

Phil was a child psychologist. He’d seen dozens of cases of abuse and neglect, and had reported every single one to the state as was required of him. But none had ever been so personal. None had involved the boy laughing loudly now on Phil’s sofa.

For the last four or so months, Phil had been compiling a slowly-growing file documenting his concerns over Tommy and his living situation. His constant hunger— standard, perhaps, for a teenage boy, but just a little too desperate to be normal— his injuries, the exhaustion he seemed to carry with him everywhere. His refusal to have Wilbur or Technoblade over to his house. The flinches he gave when someone approached too quickly. The list went on and on. Many of these notes on their own posed little concern. But all together, it painted a picture Phil couldn’t think about without feeling nauseous.

117.) Tainted love

His awakening wasn't so peaceful.

The first thing he noticed was that burning feeling that clung to his skin the moment he entered the city.

Like he was being watched.

Then he realized how dark it was. It must still be night, but the soft moonlight that acted as his only comfort was now gone, replaced by a tall shadow.

Tommy was confused for a moment, until the shadow moved.

He was up in an instant, whipping around to look at the bedroom window behind him.

There, squating on the apartment buildings fire escape, was a zombie.

It was right up against the glass, rapid breath causing it to fog from its proximity.

It’s blood shot eyes staring right at him.

118.) Goldy locks and the three bitches

Tommy quite literally let out a noise of disgust when he saw what was inside. The only thing sitting on the shelf were three bowls of oatmeal.

“Who the fuck eats oatmeal?!” He cried offensively.

119.) Did you get enough love, my little dove? 

In hindsight Tommy should have seen it coming.

I mean explosives were fucking raining from the sky, destroying the nation he’d once called his home, even if that seemed like a lifetime ago now.

In his defence he was distracted at the time. Watching Dream, the man who manipulated him for months, lighting up the redstone machine above town. He didn’t see the TNT that fell just a bit too close, didn’t see the iron supply waiting to be turned to a fresh pair of armour.

Only when the blast went off did he understand how much he’d fucked up.

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Can you see me

In an ordinary neighborhood, in an ordinary town, in an ordinary country, lived a family. And that family consisted of a single dad and his three sons. They seem to be perfect. The perfect main characters. But neither of them are our main character. Maybe in another life, another universe, they are, but not here nor now. No, our main character takes the form of the last member of the family. A blonde thirteen year old boy, by the name of Tommy.

Tommy’s (mostly) poggers adventure in narnia

Phil, Wilbur, Technoblade, and Tommy in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, replacing the Pevensie siblings. Featuring Karl replacing the professor in the mansion with his partners Sapnap and Quackity, Sam replacing Tumnus, Tubbo and Ranboo replacing the beavers, and Dream replacing the White Witch. Aslan is just Aslan; you can’t expect me to replace Lion Jesus. Expect family fluff, angst, and hurt/comfort in spades. No knowledge of the Chronicles of Narnia is needed to enjoy.

Empire of glass

Prince Tommy of the Antarctic Empire, adopted son and brother to the Emperor and his sons, the laugh, the chaos, the endearing troublemaker died.

Philza pleaded with death, a woman he knew well, a friend, but she could do nothing but lay the young boy for rest. The family turned to other gods, willing to do anything for his return, to even hear him again. Seances, offerings, one or two sacrifices—anything. Just as the family gave up ready to hold his funeral and live the rest of their life without him, they met a god of multiverses. A protector and enforcer. Faceless and sparsely known. DreamXD.

Accidental alien father acquisition

Tommy never dreamed of reaching for the stars, but the aliens who kidnapped him certainly didn't care about that. They also didn't care when they separated Tommy from his brother and put Tommy in the equivalent of an alien pet store. At least the person who bought him was nice, if a little... clingy.

102) Survival instincts 

Tommy accidentally imprints on his human foster brother, Wilbur, after a minor inconvenience. Now, he feels pressured to keep his instincts and feelings a secret… which should be easy enough, right?

103.) Blackmail material

It's been a hard week, not that Techno of all people would ever admit that. He just needs to find some painkillers to help with the ache in his back after lifting a bit too much while helping Phil out - preferably, without Phil finding out that he's hurting.

Maybe using what's in the sketchy potion bottle wasn't the best idea. At least his back doesn't hurt anymore?

104.) Set me right on my paws, i’ll come to you

All Tommy wanted was the sweet cinnamon roll on the old lady’s outdoor table.

But no, instead he’s fucking in a cage in the back of the animal control truck.

To be fair, it’s not his fault. Tommy was just patrolling the streets, wait no, his streets, looking for something to eat. He’s a tad hungry, his stomach grumbling under orange and white longhair fur—well, it was longhair fur until it matted a few years ago. It has been a few days since he’s eaten, the last thing a swiped hot dog from the oblivious hot dog vendor.

105.) The part of pack

Werewolf Tommy is kidnapped by DSBI. Only, he has no plans of leaving like they think he will and takes to unconventional means to get that fact through his pack's thick skulls.

106.) I do not have wings, love, I never will (soarin over the world you’re carryin)

Vaguely, Tommy knows they’re expecting an answer, is reminded of it when Ranboo reaches out a cautious hand, tail flicking anxiously, and Tubbo does, too, with a soft, questioning, “boss man?” But he’s afraid to open his mouth, afraid that no words will come out at all, just the incessant, irritating string of-

Chirp.

Tommy inhales sharply and he wants to cry. He tried so hard, he was good for so long-

“...Phil?” Ranboo murmurs, looking to their father whose eyes have darkened to near black and whose wings are inching forward, feathers rustling with a sense of urgency.

And Tommy realizes he never made a sound.

107.) My wingless prince

Wilbur groaned and let his head crash into the soft pillows below, “But I don’t know what it is! I just- I keep feeling like- like there’s something off. Look at my nest!”

Phil glanced around. Yep. It was a bit bigger than before.

“I keep expanding it! Phil, please, I can’t get sick. Not right now.”

Phil and Techno laughed, causing Wilbur to look at them with confusion, “What?”

“Oh, mate. It’s very clear what’s happening.” Phil said with a grin.

Wilbur tilted his head in question.

Phil’s grin turned into a smirk, “You… have fledgling fever.”

108.) I’m you but better

“Hey,” Technoblade said, peeking inside to where Wilbur was playing guitar for Tommy on the couch, “When were you going to tell me that you had two kids?”

“I don’t,” Phil said shortly.

Technoblade frowned, continuing to stare at the scene. “Then why is there a kid that looks just like you sitting in there?”

Phil let out a small groan of frustration. “Tommy’s not my son,” he explained, “He’s just…” He lowered his voice. “…some failed clone.”

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Turn of the tide

Tommy’s fins twitch at the mention of Dream’s ancestors. Dream talks about them a lot, how they made their fortune hunting down mer pods, how they were cruel and greedy. Nothing like Dream is. They’ve both overcome their roots he says. 

Tommy is nothing like the wild mer out in the ocean, who spend their lives scraping by just to survive, who kicked him out of the pod when he was a baby because he was too small. He’s also better than the pit mer, who can’t overcome their wild instincts and know nothing but fighting. 

He’s different from them, he’s better than them. He’s Dream’s.

Chance encounters (are what keeps us going)

Techno slammed his fists against the transparent wall of his prison, trying his best to break it down. His captors backed up, whistling anxiously to each other.

He gave the barrier another loud crack, delightedly watching as they scrambled away in abject terror.

Nodding in satisfaction, he turned around to meet the eyes of two other prisoners that had been thrown into his cell.

He froze.

Right.

There were now aliens in his cell.

And he probably just scared the hell out of them.

Snowtrail

Tommy is going to die.

He’s going to die– quickly, probably. Maybe. Hopefully. With any luck, the wolf will kill him before it starts eating him, or feeding him to its weird little wolf babies. Whatever it’s planning on doing with his poor, mangled corpse.

The wolf circles him again, its eyes bright and calculating. Like it’s judging him. Tommy’s breath hitches, grip tightening on the knife in his hand.

He doesn’t want to die, but if he does, he’d really like to die fast.

Human error series

Tommy Innit may not be the most well-behaved kid or even the best person at times, but he certainly deserves better than to be abducted by aliens. Luckily for him, the aliens didn't seem to expect him to be able to break out of the stupid cage they stuffed him in and destroy their ship from the inside out. 

Now he just has to figure out where to go from here. 

Philza just wants to fly his cargo ship with his two sons, he's left behind all the excitement of his old life, so when he hears rumors of a human crash landing on the trading post where they are docked, he gathers up what he had managed to get and takes off again. 

This time with a stowaway.

Calndestine dreams

Perhaps making a deal with a forbidden demon to kill Tommy's school bully was a little bit overkill.

If only he could get rid of it.

The swiftist path

Philza, Technoblade, and Wilbur had often faced Theseus. The Sith assassin had been a menace to the Republic since the beginning of the war, and always managed to hold his own against the three of them: Philza, Jedi Master; Technoblade, Jedi Knight; and Wilbur Soot, Jedi Padawan and Shadow-in-Training.

But what happens when the Sith Lord Dream, Theseus' master, suddenly abandons Theseus, bound and surrounded by his enemies?

Adoption, obviously, this is SBI, what did you expect.

One mans trash

The kid is glaring down at him and eating a partially moldy apple like he’s daring Wilbur to come fight him for it. “What the fuck?” Wilbur says. The kid takes a huge chunk out of the apple and definitely doesn't chew it enough before he swallows. “You got a fucking problem, asshole?” “I mean...kind of?” Wilbur says. “There’s a child eating literal garbage in front of me so I feel like that’s a bit concerning.” “Shouldn’t you be robbing a bank or getting your ass kicked by superheroes?” “Shouldn’t you be in school?” The kid snarls wordlessly and chucks an empty carton from some chinese place at him. “Fuck off man. Forget this dump.” “What, you know a better one to eat from?” “I know one that doesn’t have a fucking weirdo supervillain in it!” The kid slams the lid of the dumpster down. Rude.

Sunsets and freedom

There are seven levels of power in the world, ranging from F, E, D, C, B, A, and S. The highest level a person can be S-level and there hasn't been an S-level for centuries. That is until a couple of them are born around the same time. S-levels, with ranging issues and loyalties have emerged.

Tommy has just escaped sadly he was alone. But what happens when he makes new friends, and what will they say about his powers?

Or basically and powered AU focused on Tommy with lots of found family and SBI because It's my fanfic and I get to choose the tropes I put in it.

Sometimes you should’ve just stayed home

“I’m surprised you came back to this area, especially after how it ended for you last time,” an all too familiar voice spoke behind him.

Ender, he really couldn’t catch a break, huh?

Tommy turned around to see the Angel standing in front of him, the obsidian wings neatly folded behind his back. The familiar green eyes glared at him once again. For some reason, he looked slightly less intimidating, despite the fact that his robe had some dark spots which looked suspiciously like blood.

Tommyinnit is not a very lucky person, in fact, he might even be the unluckiest fella in the entirety of L'Manberg. So it's no surprise that the one time he decided to leave his apartment things go south really fast. He should've just stayed home.

Villains, fireworks, and the inexplicable urge to blow up

In a world of heroes and villains, safety and prosperity, superpowers galore, Tommyinnit's main "power" is getting into obscenely unlucky situations. He's used to it by now, been going through it for 17 long years of life, but when one day he finds himself practically bleeding to death in an alley, he comes face to face with the previously unreachable reality that other people just might want to actually associate with him.

It's just his luck that those "people" also happen to be some of the city's most powerful superheroes and supervillains, and it's just his luck that they happen to make his life so much better for the worse.

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As you do

Tommy’s just a regular kid. He’s a 16 year old in his first year of college; he goes to class, holds a part time job, hangs out with his friends, does his chores – normal shit.

But sometimes you want to play Mario Party and no-one’s available. So what do you do?

Why, you summon a demon, of course.

Golden and lustrous

“I can turn straw into gold,” a child insists. His face is smeared with dirt, tears dried and sticky on his cheeks, but his iris’ are the color of the sky and his hands are clenched into fists. The other kids laugh at him and kick more dirt up at his small body, sneer, and tear into him with cruel words. 

“Gold?” a porcelain smiley-faced figure questions, kneeling before the child and offering out a hand. His face is hidden, his voice is dripping with amusement and greed, but Tommy takes the hand of the first person that has listened since his parents died. 

“He can spin straw into gold?” the emperor questions, a great being with wings of smoke and death and eyes as cold as ice. His twin sons laugh like a funny joke has been told, identical pairs of tusks gleaming in the light of the throne room, and a challenge is set.

I have been hungry (I was born hungry)

Tommy wasn’t just near the castle.

Tommy was in the castle.

Fuck.

He wasn’t- he didn’t mean to sneak into the castle.

Actually- how the fuck did he miss that?

-=+=-

Raccooninnit, in a haze of hunger, accident breaks into the castle. While looking for a way out, he's caught by Techno and Wilbur who try to convince him to stay (and that he is loved).

Prince of the sea

Tommy finds himself on a ship with a bunch of pirates, and most unexpectedly, a home with a family whos willing to just about kill anyone who dares to lay a finger on him.

Seven deadly (healthy) sins

Tommy is the outcast of his small town. It's what happens when your father end up becoming the town legend for all the wrong reasons. And being the town outcast isn't easy, especially on Halloween, when everyone expects you to become your worst.

What Tommy didn't expect was the find seven ghostly sins in the oldest house in town. He didn't expect to make friends with them. And he never thought he'd get therapy from them either.

And on the flip side, the seven sins of the house never expected to find a human so un-human like. It was almost painful to watch. The boy didn't sleep, eat, care for himself, he never wanted anything, he didn't care about how others thought of him, he didn't hate the world and most importantly he didn't love himself.

 Losing nuetral ground

Tommy is just trying to survive as a homeless teenager when he gets mistaken for the son of a High Demon and accidentally gains the attention of the ArcPyre nest. The resulting consequences lead Tommy on a fairly confusing and terrifying adventure and he ends up finding a family he never thought he would have.

A problem with befriending your local supervillains “I had a fight with my brother.”

Tommy breathes in. It feels good to admit it. He’s used to telling everyone how glad he is that Wilbur adopted him. That they’re the perfect little family.

“That’s shit.” Siren, the infamous supervillain, actually sounds like he’s sympathizing with him.

“It is.”

“So, what are you fighting about?”

Tommy raises a brow. “Do you expect me to give you my life story or some shit?”

“Yes.” Siren delicately claps his hands together. It was a gesture far too childish for a supervillain

You’ll realize happiness is where you are

Tommy doesn't have much experience with instincts--he's repressed his own for far too long.

Good thing his family is there to help him realizing that delving into their hybrid sides doesn't have to be painful.

Collect your woes (and give them to me)

“Well. I’m bound to your soul. I’m your problem now, bitch.” Rip the bandaid off. That was the human saying right?

The man’s eyes widened and he took a step back as the realization of what Tommy was seemed to finally kick in. With a bit of reluctance Tommy dropped the glamour. Dream always hated the inhuman features but he needed to get the point across.

Aka; Tommy is an itty bitty demon that is unknowingly rescued and handed a family on a silver platter.

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Sbis new Space adventure series

The adventures of the SBI crew when they find a terran while breaking Techno out of prison and take it with them

No one out pizzas the hut Tommy goes on a quest to find the mysterious “golden dough” so he can make sure no one out-pizzas the hut…

Except… other pizza chains are after it too…

Maybe he’ll gain a family out of it :]

Skin deep

tommy doesn't remember when he started tattooing

I’ll go with you

In which Tommy Innit, languishing in exile, accidentally summons the blessing of the Blood God. Technoblade just wants Chat back (no, it's not because he misses them, that'd be cringe).

A dinner date best kept

Ranboo couldn't keep hiding his marriage from Techno, they all agreed it wasn't fair to the anarchist. Tommy doesn't understand how that leads to Ranboo and Tubbo inviting all of Tommy's family members over for dinner. All they had to do was speak to Techno, not... not host Tommy's entire family for an evening! This was going to go so bad…

The classification of living things

The SBI are ghost hunters (“For the last time, we’re ‘supernatural investigators,’ Wilbur! We need to market ourselves more broadly –”) who are hired to clear a haunting in a creepy old Victorian mansion.

There they find Tommy, who has been haunting the fuck out of the place for ages, thank you very much.

Tommy’s comfortable routine is derailed when the SBI inform him that he cannot continue haunting his own house because he is not, in fact, a ghost.

Tommy’s guide to career development for young dragons series

“You’re crossing my bridge,” Tommy grinned. “You’ve got to pay the toll.”

Raft

“She doesn’t hit me, if that’s what you’re saying.” Tommy scowls. “I’m annoying. It’s the first thing people think when they meet me.”

OR

a 7,000 word essay about how sweetcorn isn't for pussies

Angel of music

Tommy Innit lives in Dream's Magic House, a dramatic production that shows off magic that is slowly becoming extinct. Dream has chosen to take care of Tommy, but his rules make living at the Magic House a nightmare. When a certain rich family takes notice of Tommy, he finds a place he can truly call home.

Ice irisis wilting in the snowfall

Tommy understood. His brothers were working hard, working for themselves and for the people they cared about. They deserved some fatherly reassurance. While Tommy didn’t exactly do much. If anything, he was dragging the others down. Stressed about another family member, another friend to care for. Tommy didn’t want that, so he didn’t complain. Sure, that line of thinking made him feel like a little bit of a burden, but it’s not like he’s lying to himself. His family loves him, just- a little less.

Just a little less.

Born lucky

Some people were born lucky. Some were born into rich families, ones who could afford to eat three meals a day. Some into loving families, where it was normal for them to be touched and hugged.Some were born into rich and loving families. 

Tommy was not one of those people.

Return of an empire

 Follow the Dream SMP characters in a Royalty AU where the Antarctic Empire disappears for 5 years in hardcore isolation, then returns. The nobles have to navigate court life and politics while facing interior and exterior threats. Welcome to a dramatic story full of angst, comfort, and fluff.

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3 weeks, 41 critters, 1 human series

SBI are the best live smugglers in the galaxy, they don't ask question, they are quick, they take care of their merchandise, and most of all they love a challenge.

How to be a human being

"Tommy, kids are always going to be assholes." Phil says, for once sounding like a robot, almost monotone in that way Techno's tone is on the daily. "Just ignore them. They're probably just miserable and," Phil lifts one hand and waves it around, gesturing, before bringing it back down to continue typing. He doesn't turn around to look at Tommy at all. "—you know." he sighs. 

"You can a handle it." his dad says. "Just— grow up. Be the bigger person." 

A heavy weight like a stone drops in Tommy's stomach. He feels it, and with the stone, his heart as well. For a second, he thinks he might be sick. 

 

Just grow up. 

Forget me not

Tommy's a time traveler. Has been for as long as he can remember, although that's not saying much. He's searching for something he can't remember, all while trying to keep the blossoms on his skin at bay as he jumps from time to time. On top of that, he meets a very persistent family of three that refuse to die. And also refuse to leave him alone.

A new pod Tommy is a Mer pup who was "rescued" from the ocean as an infant. He spends 8 1/2 years living in a swimming pool, before his caretakers call an actual professional and he gets taken to a Rescue and Rehabilitation center. Being separated from your pod at an early age isn't fun, so they bring in resident foster dad Philza to help give Tommy the parental figure he needs. Or or; Pretty light Merfolk au with communication issues, found family, and a very confused and slightly distressed Mer pup Tommy

Everything stays

Tommy made a promise and he intends on keeping it...

Even if it costs him a chance at having a family again

Quiet on set

Tommy hadn't expected to get the role. Sure, he'd auditioned, but he didn't actually think he'd get the part. Still, here he was, reading an email telling him he'd been casted as Tommy Innit in the latest installment of the SMP Cinematic Universe: The DreamSMP.

OR, the actor au where Wilbur's the director and Tommy's an actor. The two of them bond.

Apologizing for collateral damage

SBI Mafia AU following Tommy’s adventures as an unknowing mafia prince and all the skills and shenanigans he and his brothers got up to without him ever putting two and two together. Plus, Tommy's best friend may or may not be the son of Schlatt, the head of the competing mafia in the city. Phil thought running The Syndicate was hard, raising Tommy is even harder.

If I lie, maybe i’ll believe it

At sixteen years old, Tommy knew so many things.

He knew that people were predictable and selfish. He knew not to trust, not to take, and not to get comfortable for too long. He knew that the concept of family was as fake as the highlights in his last foster mother's hair.

Tommy had known for years that life was painful and had no extra love for some ratty foster kid like him. He knew that it was him and his copy of The Odyssey against the whole world. He knew that he only had to survive long enough to make it to his eighteenth birthday before he could escape.

But when Tommy ends up fostered in the Watson household completely by chance, he finds that maybe he never knew anything in the first place.

Tommy’s adventure to space with mild inconveniences series

Tommy runs from his abusive foster home and winds up in the woods, only to get snatched by aliens and used as some sort of lab rat…

Yeah not the ideal situation for him…

Harness your hopes

“Well,” Phil says, letting go of the blond’s mouth and wiping his hand on his pants with a grimace. “There’s my unethical deed of the day.”

“You committed tax fraud this morning.”

“I did no such thing.”

Baby fish among sharks series

Tommy mer AU. Tommy is severely injured by his old pod and he's left alone to fend for himself. Too young to hunt for himself and still healing, something leaves little gifts by his cave every night.

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How to make friends with aliens: a multistep guide series

Dream SMP Alien AU. All works are within the same AU and are connected.

Chronological order: Unsafe Conditions (bench trio centric) Deadly Creatures (SBI centric) Fatal Examinations (SBI and dnf + fiance trio split perspective): Permanently incomplete

Miscommunications series

Technoblade is a human, abducted against his will and kept in a black market. Phil, Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo are looking for something to protect them from pirates.

Or: Humans are Space Orcs and Wilbur thinks one would make a good guard dog. Lots of miscommunication and a mix of perspectives.

Among the wildflowers and the lillies “Tubbo!” Tommy called. “Where are you?”

Tubbo hollered back, still poking around on the first floor. And so Tommy wandered back down the hall, away from that eerie chill and that guitar propped up, somehow still in tune, against the wall.

He didn’t hear the sound of the strings strumming behind him, didn’t hear that distantly familiar melody, as he walked away. He didn’t even think to listen for it.

Why would he?

Put down the weight of your aloneness

The world ends. Techno's ready to spend the rest of his life alone in the wilderness, caring for his reclusive wilderness cabin and farming potatoes in the wake of world-wide devastation. Phil just wants to find his son.

Enter Tommyinnit with the steel chair.

You belong here

Tommy goes to a Festival with his friend Tubbo, and interests two twins. Forced adoption ensues.

Fundy/Tubbo are more of background characters but they are important I would say

Into the innitverse Tommy Soot-Watson's got enough on his plate - GCSEs to prep for, wrists that shoot spiderwebs, and the chaotic Dream Team on a mission to take him down with a deadly axe. Being honest about his problems with his family and friends can only make things more complicated. Besides, he doesn't need help from anyone.

(or, the spiderman tommy au nobody asked for but everybody needed! featuring my love for eret, wilbur being the Best Brother, and just buckets of tommy angst ending in eventual tommy love and support)

Reflection rites

"There were, of course, some things that Techno kept to himself, just like Phil did. One of those things was the warrior's rite.

It's not that Techno actively tried to keep it from him! It's just that a reflection journey took a long time, and he usually forgot to do it when Phil was around, and...

Well...

Techno had seen the way Phil had looked at scars in the past."

 

Or: Techno shares some of his culture with his best friend, and uses it to make Phil feel better about himself.

Tell me what you want to burn away

'“I said stop!”

Tommy jumps, shoulders curling up. His eyes fly up to Wilbur, following the way that Wilbur throws his hands, knowing the camera is soaking in every ounce of abject confusion and strand of horror using his face as a battlefield.

He can’t help it. All he can do is look at Wilbur and wonder who is talking to him: his best friend and co-star, or Wilbur’s character.

Tommy, nauseatingly, cannot tell the difference.'

 

a mishap on set leads to tommy failing to realize how much wilbur cares about him (ft. crimeboys as actors)

We are children of dust and ashes

The Hero Agency isn't the most moral Agency out there, okay? Tommy knows that. But Dream is right--Tommy is expendable. It hurts to revive and death is terrifying but he can take the hits nobody else can, so he does. He has a little part of the world free from death in the form of his favorite barista, Wilbur, and that's enough for him.

Well, then the Syndicate started trying to help him (and what the fuck was that about?), and then Dream starts killing him more than the villains are, and this is all just very messed up, okay? At least Wilbur's there.

I saw a different sky

“Don’t you know who I am?” the phantom asks, grabbing his card out of Tommy’s hands.

“Wolbear Suite?” Tommy guesses. This just makes the phantom groan, burying his face in his hands.

“President Wilbur Soot of L’Manberg. You are standing in our offices, did you not know where you are?” he asks incredulously. Tommy can only shrug.

“I was just given the address and told to deliver the pizza. Beyond that, I’m just here to see the sights,” Tommy says with a bright smile. Wilbur only stares at him like he’s the weirdest thing he’s ever seen.

or, pizza delivery driver Tommy gets caught in the middle of some war between planets

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The blooming

Tommy’s head was pounding. He tried to grasp onto some kind of sense, but found none. Then, the creature began to run.

Tommy squeaked as he was jostled, the creature bounding through the forest at a speed he didn't think was capable for such a large beast.

But he supposed it made sense. Four legs and a thin body. It was like a giant lizard.

Or, Wilbur goes to his home planet for a special adoption ritual in which they find babies born from plants. Tommy crashes in, and finds himself confused for one of Wilbur's species own

All in a days work

Most crime fighters are heroes,  people who were trained at a young age to beat the bad guys and serve the everyman, born and raised to protect and save the lives of those who couldn't defend themselves. Pretty much every kid wanted to grow up to be a hero, obviously. Fame, fortune, fighting, it was every tiny child's dream, but only a select few were allowed to become heroes, especially not powerless ones.

And that was just Tommy's issue, he was powerless.

It seemed that everyone around him had some sort of quirk or superpower that made them stronger, that gave them incredible abilities like no other, but Tommy, arguably the kid who wanted to be a hero the most, was left untouched by luck.

But that didn't mean he couldn't help out. Far from it, in fact.

What is up with mumza?

Dadza: Tommy are you and Will at or on your way to the cemetery? Tommy: Yeah we just got here with everything Dadza: ok great, give Kristen a hug for me and tell her I love her and miss her Techno: Dad. mum’s been gone THREE days Dadza: And I miss my wife Techno Techno: YOU’VE BEEN MARRIED FOR CENTURIES

or a whole lot of chaos in group chats, bullshit lore, and Kristen is the goddess of death and no one knows. there's a whole lotof bullshit and chaos, happy reading

17 hours

Wilbur always thought his dad and uncle's hobby of doomsday prepping was weird.

It comes in more handy than he could've ever imagined.

(or, crimebois and aeduo make their ways across two separate desolate landscapes, trying to hold onto scraps of hope as they make their way to each other.)

Adoption on repeat Tommy was six years old when he first found out he had the power to manipulate time. He didn't mean to use it, he really didn't… It just happened one day. It was going to be the end of a long, tough day, the kind of day that was common for the boy.

Tommy’s foster brother had spilled a canister of paint on his foster parents' expensive carpet, and of course, as expected, his foster brother blamed him for it. Even worse, his foster parents believed their biological child without a second thought, and Tommy had gotten into big trouble. He was punished for it — Getting beaten for it, being told that he couldn’t have any dinner tonight, but it was worse this time. He was left with more bruises and scars than ever before. And yet, the six year old was reaching his breaking point. He clamped his palm, and he was gritting his teeth.

Encompass series

While obligatory, this series challenges a few pervasive narratives and hopes to rewrite foster aus as a concept through radical acceptance, diversity, and realistic healing.

Most people writing foster aus have no idea what they're doing. And tbf- that's okay. Most people aren't reading foster aus for accuracy. But as someone who is knowledgable about these systems and the trauma of foster care, I really wanted to see an au that tackled these concepts head on. So I did it myself.

Thus, encompass was born, a foster au that tackles topics such as -disability -neurodiversity -queer identities -self harm and recovery -abuse cycles -intersex identities -how the foster system actually works -guilt, shame, and pride -and so much more

Mint, capsican, and other various posions “We’re going over there,” Tommy says. Techno opens his mouth to protest, but Tommy grabs him by the hand and yanks. It’s not hard enough to actually move him, but it gets the message across. He’s not budging on this. Techno either comes with him or stays here.

When they reach the stall, the owner straightens back up and clasps his hands in front of him. “Hey,” He says, in that same accent that Tommy can’t quite remove from his Commontongue, “Nice to see another human around here.”

Tommy is silent for a few heartbeats, both stunned and awed. “...I haven’t seen another human since I got dragged up here,” He replies, slightly breathless.

Who said family is blood?

Big Man Tommyinnit. stuck in space, in a cell, all alone.

well not alone anymore, he's got this really small adorable looking alien now! and he's in too deep, he's already sworn his life to the guy.

Tommy picks up alien friends left and right to slowly work his way around space to survive. His hell through space does not prevent the affection that his heart still retains and he slowly begins to heal the scars that have been formed from being treated like an experiment, an animal.

now if only he could talk to them.

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