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his smile is polite and his face is blank aside from it. a perfect, diplomatic greeting from a perfect prince.
"welcome to the antarctic empire," he greets, as the palace servants swarm to collect the various items and luggage brought by the arriving guests. he allows his eyes to drift to the man who emerged in royal attire; specifically, a crown, and bowed respectfully.
their eyes linger for a moment too long on his form, before returning the gesture.
"might i guide you inside, prince george?"
the prince spouted something respectful and agreeing, following tommy as he guided him through the entrance halls of the empire's lavish castle.
smile a bit longer, tommy. just a bit longer.
or, author is sick and tired of reading hanahaki royalty aus that just shit on tommy relentlessly, so instead of dying, tommy does himself a snap and lashes out- as he deserves to. even better when some of their royal guests cheer him on.
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- Part 18 of oneshot hell
- Part 1 of “bird on a wire”
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corrosion by scrambled_sun
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP
23 Apr 2022
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Death took Tommy away. Revival didn’t bring all of him back.
Tommy just wants to be okay, but that seems impossible when the entire server is out to get him and death calls his name more often than life does. Sometimes, he's so far from okay that he wonders if trying is worth it.
People show him that trying is worth it though, one flower at a time.Series
- Part 1 of healing arcs pog
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All the Lonely Nights In Your Life by Orphic_Moss
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
13 Nov 2022
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Tommy hates looking at the polaroid photos he has in his room. It's not because they're of a bad time in his life, quite the opposite. They are probably the best times of when he was younger. Smiling and giggling in every picture. And he does admit he smiles at the pictures, but that brief relief of joy is quickly overshadowed by bitterness and anger. He misses those times, and he knows he'll never get them again. It makes him want to tear apart his room bit by bit at the seemingly endless burning rage he feels.
But every time he reaches to those photos and holds them in his hands all he can do is tear up, angry that he can't bring himself to rip them to shreds, yet feeling so mournful because it's the only proof he has that his family once cared for him so unconditionally and without hesitation. Something he wont be able to get again.
He just wants to stop feeling so angry and sad and hurt all the time.(Title from american pleasure club - All the lonely nights in your life)
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- Part 1 of Butterfly's Repose
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Series for keeping track of any fics I write in my Arena Tommy fic universe.
They're in upload order, not story order, but I make it pretty clear where they fall on the time-line :³
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They quickly get on, after buying a ticket, and drop onto the seats in the back. They drop the backpacks next to the window, so no one can get it without waking them up.
As the bus drives out of L’Manburg, on the way to the Essempi, they are washed with relief before passing out.Or
Tommy and Tubbo have shitty families, so they decide to run away together.-
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The Seventy-Seventh Game by Lightpuffle for Celestia_Riddle
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP
21 Feb 2022
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“I’ve seen what you do. What you allow. Some of it— it’s cruel.” Tommy hesitates at the last word, dragging out the vowels in a tone that betrays both confusion and stress. So the bird’s finally noticed its cage, has it?
Sparing a second to thought, Wilbur cocks his head pleasantly, grin ever present as he moves toward the bed and curls his voice with a sweet lilt, an indulgent lilt. He ignores the dried blood burned with age against the hardwood planks and easily steps over the newer splattering, careful to avoid dirtying his freshly cleaned shoes. Each step clacks against the floorboards, announcing his presence until he reaches his Tommy. “Is this about Ranboo?” His lips bitter with the name and it’s all he can do to prevent himself from spitting it out. Control. He’s in control. “Dove, you don’t need to worry about him. He’s gone now.” Tommy’s face twists. “What now? What’s bothering you?”
Or: Game Master Wilbur Soot and his 100 player challenge.
Plus a little brother, of course.Series
- Part 2 of Prompted writings
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