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Tommy is a lab experiment, his existent as ---------- is presented as dead in government files yet he was alive and living in a dollhouse aka. their apartment surviving off of their shifts at Nikis and vigilantism.
What he doesn't know is that that one person knows who tommy really is and is working his way out the shadows to show everyone.Some classic Bench Trio + Sbi mixing up with vigilantism yk the reg.
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the little children raise their open filthy palms by thanotaphobia (blue000jay)
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF
02 Jan 2021
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Phil doesn’t go into the cities anymore. Once had been enough, and he doesn’t have a death wish.
He chooses only to watch them in the distance, or pass by them from time to time as he walks. The buildings loom in the distance, their once-shining rooftops now overgrown and dull with no one to take care of them. If you get close enough, you smell the stench of rot and death. It’s a smell you can never get out of your nose, discovered one night after the initial wave where Phil tried desperately to scrub out his nose, sticking cloth and then even fingers as far up as he could to try and wash the smell out of his sinuses. It didn’t work, and the smell has stayed with him since. He tries to look past it, look past the cities, and continue walking forward. That’s what he attributes his survival to, really. The ability to look past everything, stare the dead in the eyes, and still walk on after he’s shot them in the head. They were people once, but thinking about it too much makes his hands start to shake so Phil looks past it and walks on.
(SBI zombie apocalypse AU. sort of phil-centric, but not entirely!)
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- Part 1 of battery city
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Bookmarked by EmilyNoot
28 Jul 2022
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Very fucking wholesome love how the whole thing is put together and the storyline is immaculate!
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Tommy was handed a small flyer in printed in black and white, with the words “POETRY NIGHT - OPEN MIC” splayed across the front in bubbled font. He fumbled with his binder as he took it, eyes wide as he said, “are you sure? I mean, I love poetry and all, but I don’t think-I’m not sure—what if I can’t write poetry?”
Mr. Sam’s dark eyes softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Everyone has to start somewhere; every poet, from me to Rudy Francisco, started off without knowing a clue about what we were doing. Tommy, it’s not about if you can or cannot write poetry, it’s about if you want to.”
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The performance poetry AU in which Tommy joins a slam team and finds a home in the arts.- Language:
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Bookmarked by EmilyNoot
16 Jul 2022
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Omg i could write a whole paragraph on this but for my sake i dont think im gonna but let me go off real quick, First off wilbur is a ficking asshat and so is techno and phil and i could not agree more with toomy with ignoring the fuck outta them like who decides to leave their 12 yr old brother for like 7-8 years only calling ever other month i mean ofc you're gonna lose that relationship, also did i mention wilburs an asshole i mean drop the family completely i mean have dream as your brother from now on bitch hes so much better, and the fucking poem they performed dude was so breathtaken and this is a fucking fanfic dude and the last note in his book 'there will be no flowers at my funeral' bitch dramatic much? also creds for his no.2 family for fucking saving him cause shit i might have just cried like when i read 'tommyinnit's unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death' and man that wasn't so pretty lmfao. Anyways id give a honest to god 9/10
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"And you must be Tubbo!" he said happily, like this was going to be good, like he wasn't just sat down and told about the twelve and a half other homes.
Tubbo looked this man up and down, expression unmoving. His hair was blonde and shoulder length, tied back into a small ponytail. Stubble covered his chin and he had baby blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with enthusiasm.
Tubbo decided that he wasn't going to give this man six months; he was going to give this man six weeks.
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coming from the foster system isn't easy, and tubbo score knows that. he's been through twelve (and a half) different homes, and is on his way to his fourteenth.
when single-father philza watson takes him in to live with him, his adopted kids technoblade and tommy, and biological son wilbur, tubbo expects to be gone within six weeks. but before he can run away, there are some things that need to be taken care of.
can tubbo learn to call these new people family, fit in at his new school, and maybe—just maybe—win the biggest prank war smp secondary has ever seen? the ferals are on their tails.
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or, a foster fic that focuses on tubbo as a main character, because i never see those, ever.
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Bookmarked by EmilyNoot
16 Jul 2022
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dude i dont think i've ever read a fanfic from tubbo's perspective but holy shit is this fucking good bro its like tommy au's for like foster homes but instead its tubbo which i find really cool and the whole bonding situation between the crafts family and tubbo is so fucking sweet and yea the rough patches but whats a foster au without some angst and then brother bonding? exactly. Its not even finished and its one of my favorites already, i mean it has been since like a few months ago but still- a rough 8/10
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Prince Theseus, a child of blonde and blue, a child of isolation and a crave for touch. He's the youngest in the Royal Family, and somehow the most forgotten. The most neglected. The most alone.
Tucked away in his tower, the young prince watches the world move on without him, watches his family welcome two new princes into their arms, and yet reject him when he cries desperately from nightmares or shivers from a painful wound.
"Wilby?" The child had murmured, all curious and hesitant at once. He was tucked in his older brother's lap, watching as his other sibling sparred with their father. "We'll always be together, right? Forever and ever?"
Wilbur smiled. "Of course, Tommy. Forever and ever."
The Hanahaki rising in young Theseus' throat says otherwise.
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- Part 48 of DSMP
- Part 2 of Grey November
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- 56,184
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Bookmarked by EmilyNoot
06 Jul 2022
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So sad and so unfair istg oml, the whole idea of this fic is really inspiring also considering its a fictional disease and the whole aspect makes me go brr. Deff a 8/10 and the whole thing is so sad and so fucking ughhh the ending made my blood fucking boil like that fact the they let it happen and left him alone and then were like 'oh we have the cure lets just barge back into his life like we did nothing wrong' ughhhh blood boiling dude
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TommyInnit's Services for Villains, Vigilantes, and Various Other Vagabonds by I_Have_An_Alibi, ScorpioNoesIt
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP (Fandom)
21 Aug 2024
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Everybody knew about the tiny apartment on the East End of L'manberg, hiding in a far corner of the lower districts.
A place everyone was welcome, regardless of their given title.
Where villains could come for medical treatment.
Where mafia goons and bosses could rest without the need to look over their shoulders.
Where vigilantes and heroes could have a nice chat over tea.
Where treatment (and treats) were given out freely.Where societal tags (and their due expectations) were shot and murdered at the front door.
And if you ignored this rule, you too were shot and murdered at the front door.
By whom was a gamble.Everybody knew about the tiny apartment on the East End of L'manberg.
Everybody also knew that if you touched any of the occupants, well...
You'd have the entirety of super-powered society (underground and otherwise) gunning for your head.Tommy Innit, the owner of said apartment, lived quite the interesting life.
Seriously, he just wanted to bake cookies, what just happened?OR
5 times Tommy dropped everything to help everyone else, and 1 time they dropped everything to help him.- Language:
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Bookmarked by EmilyNoot
16 Jul 2022
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Longest fic ever, but holy sh!t is it good man. easily placing 3rd on my top five (artists) Said it takes about 6 months to finish a chpt so watch out for that! I'll give an 7/10 when the author post more i'll rethink the number but i only give it that because i don't get the power references (thats ig my fault but still-) and the writing in my sense is rushed and its like moving to fast but it still is super good !