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When i look at the hexagonal black marks on the white background, i breathe.
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Tommy Innit decides to try to get a job at the hero building.
The only problem is that he's a vigilante.Because of course he is.
Because everyone writes TommyInnit Vigilante AU's, and I am not immune to this.
This fic has a discord! Hope to see you there.All characters in this fic are based on the characters from the Dream SMP, not the content creators
(Especially Wilbur. Screw Wilbur. My character now)Series
- Part 1 of Two Truths and a Lie
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“What do you want from inside of it?” Tommy asks the man trying to rob him, flipping his wallet open and thumbing through the cards inside. “You want my Student ID card? You want my coupon for a free smoothie at the gas station a couple of streets down? You want this card some guy gave me advertising his rapper career?”
“That’s- that’s all you have?” The man seems shocked, but Tommy doesn’t know why he would be. There’s nothing about him that really screams ‘wealthy and important’.
“I’m a broke college student- of course that’s all I have.”
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Nervousn8 writes a superhero au where Tommy is a Normal Guy just trying to make it through college while avoiding all his problems and sleeping. He's not having a very good time, especially not when these fucking rich people keep trying to give him pity money.
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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. -
Just One Mistake (is all it will take) by Bluestrasa
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF
16 May 2024
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Whisper blinked, dumbfounded. “Nix what—”
“Tommy! Tommy, can you hear me?” She scooped up the body and Whisper finally got a decent look at him.
He was young, too young to be passed out alone in a rainy alley. His blonde hair was darkened by water and streaks that must have been blood if his batter face was anything to go by. His skin was pale and his body trembled slightly, even in unconsciousness.
Whisper moved side by side with his partner, pulling out first aid supplies and searching for major injuries. “You know this kid?” he asked.
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What do you get when one of the city's most famous vigilantes is actually a sixteen-year-old with the opposite of flashy powers and severe trust issues? A tragedy in the making, that's what.
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- Part 1 of Scars From Tomorrow
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Feathers in the Snow by Huntertraiya
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP
08 Sep 2023
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He turned back to the man who seemed so at ease amidst the sea of crows, whose warm smile had yet to dim, and whose eyes were intensely focused on Tommy.
“Who the fuck are you?” Tommy asked, his voice slicing through the silence. The man cocked his head to the side, mirroring the crow which had been watching Tommy moments ago.
“Oh, how inconsiderate of me. You can call me Phil,” he announced, his voice smooth and warm. Tommy didn’t trust it. Something about Phil unsettled him. “And you?”
With an almost nonchalant air, Phil reached into what appeared to be a worn leather pouch, pulling out a cup filled with hot, steaming liquid. After placing the cup on the table, Phil repeated the action, producing two plates stacked with sandwiches. He slid one to Tommy, who was watching the casual display of magic with wide eyes.
“I... um, Tommy,” he managed to utter.
Phil’s smile widened, but a predatory glint in his eyes turned his friendly grin into something sharper, more cunning. “Tommy...” He practically purred the name, a note of possessiveness creeping into his tone.
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Or: Tommy, upon death, gets resurrected on another world in the Antarctic Empire, and Phil yoinks himself a free son.
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15 Jul 2023