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“Finally awake, Will?” Phil said, sounding nearly absentminded.
“It’s not even late.”
He flipped a paper over in his hand and picked up the quill from the ink bottle next to him. “You should be getting up at sunrise, mate.”
“Well, I’m not an avian. You guys don’t know how to wake up later than five.”
“That shouldn’t have anything to do with it. Look at Tommy, he’s not an avian and he wakes up just fine.”
Tommy slightly slouched in his seat as he tapped his fingers on the table, scoffing.
“Whatever,” Wilbur said, looking down at the plate of food that was in front of him. He took note of the fact that there was way too much food there for him to eat by himself. “Birdman
shall not speak upon the struggles of the normal human, for he is not one.”“You know, you’re not even fully human, Will,” Tommy chimed in. “So you don’t have the say in it either.”
“You are, though.”
Tommy rolled his eyes and rested his elbow against the table, balancing his chin in his palm.
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In which Tommy doesn't know how to tell his family about... something.
Ft. quite a bit of brotherly fluff (and angst shhhh)
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I’ve got one foot in the grave so why stop now? by batsbatsbatsbats
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF
14 Dec 2021
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Tommy knows jack shit about why Wilbur’s hair started to turn white when he was alive. He was too afraid and too cowardly to ask about it.
So when Tommy starts playing hopscotch in Wilbur’s footsteps he can’t be too surprised at the outcome.
As Tommy stood overlooking the lava in the Nether with his white bangs hanging in front of his face he was only tired.
After all, they truly are brothers aren’t they?
Or:
Tommy spirals and attempts to follow in Wilbur’s final footstep, his last grand act that he performed when he was previously alive.
He should have known that Wilbur would never let that happen.
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Something is brewing. A great storm that could shatter life as its known. More and more often, androids are breaking free of their original programming. More and more often, androids are turning against their owners in increasingly violent ways.
And the only ones that can stop it are Wilbur Soot—the youngest lieutenant in police history and now a drunk, washed out detective—and an android of the 1NN1T model named Tommy, an advanced prototype created to solve crimes and catch rogue androids. But first they actually have to get along.
Or,
Two idiots, a robot and a depressed detective, walk into a bar. One comes out experiencing emotions he shouldn't be able to, and the other comes out with a reason to live.
Spoilers for Detroit: Become Human, but knowledge of the game isn't necessary to enjoy.
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06 Jan 2024
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I'll read this eventually.... I promise! I js dont got the energy..
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School hasn't even been going on for that long, and that’s what makes Tommy angry. He, Ranboo, and Tubbo are normal fucking kids and these idiots who are teasing them everyday after school are making Tommy want to commit tax fraud.
“I’ll just use the medkit under my sink,” Tommy shoves away Ranboo’s hands. “I can climb into my room instead of the front door so Tech and Wil don’t see. Or Phil.” Tommy tacks on.
It’s a bit of stretch, but Tommy’s only got such a good deal of cards. He’ll count his blessings and take what he can get.
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Or; Tommy's so screwed. He's completely, utterly, screwed.
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- Part 6 of softkai works
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“Fucking—let—me—go!” he snarls, wrapping both hands around the length of the rope, painfully aware of the laughter ringing through the trees; the sounds of feet crashing through bracken; and Tommy—he doesn’t understand why the rope isn’t burning, why the frayed strands aren’t catching—it’s just a length of rope used for hunting, its not important enough to be enchanted, no one would waste coin enchanting rope to make it fireproof when it’s only use is to be part of a snare and nothing more.
The voices are getting louder and Tommy is running out of time.
There’s a trail of smoke where something just barely catches alight and Tommy doesn’t bother with a cry of victory—not when he’s not free, not when he’s still suspended up in the air, dangling by his foot, trying to burn through his shoe so that he can gain favour towards escape or free his knife—“Oh my god Techno, your snare caught a child!”
Or: Tommy is running from his past, and finds family along the way.
Series
- Part 2 of Love
- Part 2 of All My MCYT/RPF Works
- Part 1 of Abundance of Love