#tommyinnit drabble

[ariskeyboardhammering]

listen i respected tommy before but now holy fuck

i used to watch the dream smp and its amazing to see how far he's come and how mature he is

[exile-arc]

ON EXILE AND LOSING YOURSELF.

Sources: ship of theseus, britannica / @.thunderbottle / rat a tat, fall out boy / silhouettes, shadows and reflections, mission vista / i don't know, ghost quartet / window of awareness, holly warburton / exile vilify, the national / @.waddei / rat a tat, fall out boy / event horizon, wiktor jackowski / tommyinnit tvtropes page

[artisticdissillusion]

I like to believe that in spite of their work ethic, all of Philza's kids are a bit spoiled, and they show it in various ways. It's rare, if not impossible, to catch Technoblade not wearing an assortment of jewelry. Isn't it expensive? Very much so, but why would that matter? Why would he care about the price? Wilbur always getting other people's attention for no other reason than, why would they want to focus on anything else when I'm right here? What could be more important than I? Tommy, who always manages to get what he wants through his own effort, who is always working hard, will ask someone if they know who he is if they try to abuse their authority in his presence. Because what right do they have to tell him what to do when he is the youngest son of the Philza Minecraft? If he so pleased, he could have their lives in his hands in a matter of seconds.

[ieatedyourcrayons]

HIIIII POOKIE I FREAKING LIVE YOUR BLOG :D

I do have a request that would be fluffy and interesting i think, maybe some headcannons about a “MCYT with a s/o who has cold urticaria”? It’s basically a rare allergy to the cold with hives and rash and everything. Like Cold weather, showers, Cold anything on the skin basically.

I'm mostly interested in Sapnap, Tommy and Schlatt, if you could do small headcannons for the Three I'd live to! But you can also choose only one of them, it's up to you!

HELLO POOKIE!! THANK YOU AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST! I GOT YOU!! I will try my best to write these as accurate as possible, this is the first time i’ve heard of that so if anything is not accurate or seems wrong i am sorry!! i’ve also been WAITING for a sap request. i botched my sapnap fic and wanted a redemption😛

Various!myct x Gn!reader

Ft: Schlatt, sapnap, tommyinnit

Schlatt

-Schlatt would definitely do a ton of research after you told him about your allergy. He would want to make sure he knows EVERYTHING.

-he would stress if the AC in the house was too cold. Scared that you would break out. I don’t think it works like that though.

-He would make sure to let you shower first so you can get warm water. He also takes unnecessarily long showers and doesn’t want to make you wait on him.

-He has a jacket for you in his car incase there’s ever a drop in temperature when you guys are out and about.

-He also keeps burn and rash creams in his house and car for you.

Sapnap

-Same as schlatt, he takes the time to do research and educate himself and his roommate dream. He wants you to be comfortable and understood.

-He trust that you know your limits and boundaries. he’ll be cautious at times when his anxiety is high but then he remembers that you know yourself best and you’ve had this allergy for a while so you know how to handle yourself.

-He lets you have free rein of his hoodies and sweatpants, he thinks you look great in them as well.

-He would make stupid jokes like “Babe watch out! don’t die!” when you walk by the freezer section in the grocery store.

-He went out and bought medicine and lotions that help the rash and pain.

TommyInnit

-Like the other two..He did research. you have to do research to understand complex things like that yk? Him and his mom sat down and did some research and listened to you explain it.

-He definitely sat down with you and asked ALLLL the questions he had, very specific ones.

-He jokes with you anytime the temperature slightly drops, tommy has the worst timing with jokes sometimes and they’ll occasionally land wrong. You guys make up fine though.

-Definitely has a stash of blankets in his closet and carries around those hot hands things. you know the things that you shake and they produce heat? yeah those.

-He likes putting the rash lotion on you whenever you do breakout , he’s very gentle with it and enjoys doing it because it makes you feel better.

[nightmare7612]

@magical-wren mentioned Jimmy Solidarity and Tommyinnit in the same sentence once and the cogs in my brain went a little wild so here you go! Evo!Tommy.

Is This A Bunker or A Shallow Grave?

Tommy dies in the prison and wakes up somewhere else

Jimmy wakes up from a nightmare and really wishes he was still dreaming

……………………………………….……………………………………….…………………………………

[crxwnedalex]

Discduo Cottagecore Arc

"DREAM! Why is my chest lacking in cobblestone?" Tommy shouts, his voice easily reaching the ears of the green cladded hoodie wearer on the wall, building.

"I uhh, threw it in lava cus I do not want to live in an ugly house."

"You taste-less fucker you- I will murderize you!"

...

"After I'm done mining more cobble"

"Mhm." Dream hums back distractedly, only for a stone pickaxe to come hurdling past his head.

"Dude, WHAT THE HELL." But Tommy was already gone, cackling loudly as he ran towards the makeshift mine.

"DREAM, I KINDA NEED MY PICKAXE BACK!" The Gremlin Demon's boisterous voice could be heard from inside the mine.

[foxglovewritesstuff]

the new priority // bedrock bros drabble

Summary:

Phil turned his eyes towards Tommy. “It’s pretty unlike Techno here to run away from a fight,” he explained.

“I did not run away!” the piglin man- Techno, protested. “I just had… new priorities.”

or

Tommy is in danger and scared, and he's rescued by a stranger who brings him safety in that moment and for the rest of his life.

Words: 1k

Warnings: None

The fire was warm. Tommy could feel the heat from the torch next to his head as he pressed himself against the stone wall. The guards were coming from him. All he wanted was walls around him for a night, but when he thought that, he didn’t mean the walls of the castle dungeon.

Voices echoed down the hallway. Really, if they were quieter, maybe they would’ve had an easier time catching him. Their tendency to be heard didn’t make Tommy feel any less terrified. This is who he was, and he hated it. A bird jumping at the slightest noise, ready to take off. Quick and small, always fearful of not being quick enough.

Tommy bolted. He was good at that. Running. He slipped through the doors out the side of the castle and into fresh air. The forest. It was less than a hundred metres away, he could make it. The noises of the guards chasing him grew louder, and he sprinted into the forest.

There, he could lose them. There, he could lose the hurt that chased him like the guards. There, he could lose himself.

Twigs scratched at his legs as he ran. Were they behind him? How close? He just had to run. Run, run, run, and maybe he would be far enough. He couldn’t be caught. He couldn’t.

His lungs were burning, were the footsteps he heard his own or the guards’? his legs were starting to tire, he wanted to lie down and be taken, he wanted to run far far away- he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and then it was too late. A strong arm grabbed him and yanked him behind a thick tree. Tommy almost screamed, but a hand covered his mouth. No no no no-

“Shut up kid, you’re gonna get us caught,” a gruff voice muttered. Tommy stopped struggling.

The guards grew louder, and Tommy heard them nearby. So close. He was so close to getting caught. Was he already caught?

“Where did he go?” a harsh voice said.

“Listen, kid,” the man holding Tommy breathed, “I can get us out of here, but you’re gonna have to trust me.”

Tommy nodded.

The man let go of him and stood up silently, which was impressive for his massive frame. Tommy got a good look at him for the first time, and his jaw dropped. A piglin hybrid?! This was the coolest. Well, it would be even cooler if there weren’t guards mere metres away. Long pink hair in a braid, scarlet irises, a thick red cloak. Why was he wearing a cloak that thick in this weather?

The piglin man picked up a stone and threw it impossibly far with enough force to make Tommy flinch. The guards fell for it.

“I can’t believe that worked,” the man shook his head.

“Um, who are you?” Tommy asked. “And are you a piglin hybrid? Your hair is so cool and- whoaaa…” he trailed off as he saw the axe on the man’s back.

“Okay, where are your parents?” the man asked, and Tommy scowled.

“I don’t have parents, bitch, hell if I know.”

The man opened his mouth slightly, then closed it. He nodded. “Do you need somewhere safe to stay?” he asked.

“I- yeah. Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Come with me.”

Tommy followed the piglin man for several minutes until they came to a horse tied to a tree.

“Uh, this is Steve. Steve this is…”

“Tommy,” the boy supplied.

“Tommy.” The man nodded. “Hop on.”

Tommy stared at the tall horse in front of him before lifting his leg as high as possible and shoving it into a stirrup. Wordlessly, the man grabbed him and lifted him fully on, before climbing on. He took the reins, sitting behind Tommy.

As soon as Steve started moving, Tommy let out a gasp. “Holy shit! He’s so fast! Even with both of us on!”

He felt the man nod. “Yup. I bred him to basically just be the best horse ever.”

It wasn’t exactly comfortable, Tommy was sitting forwards on the saddle, bouncing with every stride, but he could feel the warmth of the piglin man behind him, and despite speeding over the ground with a stranger, he felt almost safe.

After a long while, the horse began to slow. Snow fell gently around them, and the ground was covered in a healthy layer of it.

“Whoa! The snow! This is so cool.”

“C’mon, we need to get you to Phil. He knows how to deal with children.”

“Hey, I am not a child!” Tommy told him indignantly. He felt better, as if he had left his fears behind as Steve carried him away from them. He realized he probably should’ve been scared of the piglin man in front of him, with the massive axe strapped to his back.

The man started walking, and Tommy hurried to catch up. “Who’s Phil?”

“You’ll see.”

The man walked right up to a house- two houses attached? Tommy couldn’t tell- and opened the door.

“Hey, mate!” someone called from inside. The man waited as footsteps drew nearer.

Tommy’s jaw dropped for the second time that day. The man that appeared in the doorway had blond hair, a green and white striped bucket hat, and crow wings.

“Oh! You brought someone back!” Tommy frowned. This guy didn’t sound angry, surprisingly. “Well? Come inside!”

Tommy followed the piglin man in, and relaxed as a blast of warm air hit him. They entered a room with a fireplace and a few armchairs scattered around.

“Who’s the guest?” Phil asked, once they were seated.

Tommy looked at the piglin man. He glanced at Tommy and said, “This is Tommy. I found him getting chased down by guards at the castle. He doesn’t have… well anyone, really,” he finished, looking at Tommy again.

“No blood… you didn’t fight the guards?” Phil raised an eyebrow.

“No, we took Steve back.”

Phil turned his eyes towards Tommy. “It’s pretty unlike Techno here to run away from a fight,” he explained.

“I did not run away!” the piglin man- Techno, protested. “I just had… new priorities.”

“Thanks for saving me, big man, and bringing me here. I can leave if you’d like-”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous, you have potential, and Techno needs a new friend anyways.”

“I- really? You’ll help me?”

Techno nodded. “He asks a lot of questions, be prepared,” he told Phil.

Phil smiled. “Rest up, Tommy. Want me to show you our potions tomorrow?”

“Yes! I wanna see that axe, Techno- can I call you that?”

“Go rest, kid,” he said, but voice was fond.

Tommy grinned and pulled his chair closer to the flames in the fireplace. He was safe. He felt warm, his heart was warm. The fire was warm.

[sweetie-peaches]

Imagine Tommy is a god of mischief or youth or chaos. And before Tubbo ends up on the qsmp, he met him and befriended him, ultimately tommy tricks him into signing a contract that made him his patron

The only way they can communicate now however is through his dreams or Tommy appearing as an astral figure by him

after the chaos of today, Tubbo passes out once everyone’s on the boat, the deaths and running and fighting getting to him. He doesn’t even make it to the sleeping quarters, passed out on the deck. Rain patters onto him, washing away the blood still staining his clothes

He opens his eyes to a small comfortable apartment, Tommy standing there, if tubbo didn’t think any better and knew this wasn’t Tommys pocket dimension. He would think he almost looked human

[mavia-anon]

Pandora's Key

Tommy had been having a good day.

For once, in his fucking miserable life things had been going well.

He should have known it wouldn't last but never, not in his wildest dreams, could he have imagined it would go to shit this badly.

The fucking Blade bares down at him, all fucking six feet whatever of pure bloodlust and barely contained rage with a shimmering sword at his throat. Red eyes glowing behind a skull mask stare into his soul and he's saying something, Tommy thinks. Asking him questions or hissing threats, Tommy doesn't know. He cant-- he can't hear him over the sound of his blood pounding in his ears.

The sword at his throat digs in a little deeper, a sharp burning pain that makes Tommy full body flinch and that only makes the pain worse and there's blood on his skin and those red eyes narrow, just slightly and--

Tommy doesn't know how long has passed, but when he finally comes to, he's still in his apartment. The Blade standing a healthy distance from him with his sword sheathed at his side.

Not that he needs it to be able to kill Tommy in a hundred painful ways, but it settles his nerves, if just a little.

His hands are tied behind him, is the next thing Tommy becomes aware of, a dull ache in his shoulders as the bindings wrap tight from his wrists to his elbows. He's completely fucking helpless, not that he would have been able to fight before but at least he could move, could run could--

"Well then," The Blade starts as he sees Tommy blinking blearily up at him. "Where were we?"

When Tommy doesn't answer, the Blade crosses his arms over his chest. He can't see the villains face, but he can imagine the withering glare he must be giving him.

"The blueprints." The Blade demands.

For a moment, Tommy is confused. He doesn't have any damn blueprints, he works customer service at a restaurant, he's not a damn architect or engineer or anything that could be considered important.

And then he realises.

Tommy doesn't like to think about his life during his time with Dream. And even if he wanted to, he can't even remember half of it.

He knows that Dream loved him, a long time ago. In his own way. They were not quite brothers but- had things been different, if Dream wasn't a hero, they might have been. He knows if he thinks about it too long, his head gets fuzzy and reality feels like a distant concept and--

And there's one memory that sticks with him, as vivid as the moment it happened. Dream, with a resigned look in his eyes and a knife in his hand. Dream, who pinned Tommy to the ground and brought the knife down on his back.

Dream, who spent weeks making sure the scars stayed. Healed in jagged lines and burned edges.

Tommy swallows thickly, desperately trying to keep the sick feeling in his stomach under control. He'd never been able to look at what Dream had done to him. At what hours of torture had left him with. He could barely stand to think about it most days, even when after hours of working left his skin tender and the pain became bone deep, he could never bare to behold what lay there.

It would break him all over again, he thinks. To know what Dream valued more than him. Someone he used to claim he would burn the world for.

But with wide, horrified eyes, Tommy suspects he finally has an answer for all his unasked questions.

There are no blueprints, no carefully kept and cleverly hidden sheets of paper Tommy can fork over and then continue on with his life.

There is only Tommy, and the mottled expanse of scars on his back. Blueprints-- a map of Pandora's Vault. The prison in which Dream is currently rotting in. Where he should have stayed, forever.

And Tommy is the key that will let the beast free.

[alliumdykes]

cClingy hurt/comfort drabble

Tubbo led Tommy to one of the bathrooms, the one with the most space. The girl didn’t like taking a shower, when she tried she would be found sobbing and banging on the door to be let out. So instead she usually used the lake.

Tubbo let her in, allowing her to get undressed as he turned on the shower, putting his hand under while it was warming up before himself got undressed. When they both entered the shower he could see Tommy shaking, Tubbo held his hand out to allow her to hold.

He slowly started to wash her hair, doing his best to separate the curls and not damage them, repeating the same pattern he would do with Michaels hair. Tears started to build up in Tommy's eyes.

Tubbo finished helping her with her hair as quickly as he could before turning off the shower and throwing a towel at her, giving him a skwark in return.

[ax-y10]

masterlist

wilbur;

fics/drabbles- "happy valentines day!" "don't tell dad, please?" from the daylight (running from thedaylight) i know (we weren't perfect) step aside your habits (wreck your head) the zones of regulation fresh starts hangover cycle wilbur. blue my little zombie knock promise

headcanons- love through jumbled words fluffy musician!bur moodboard + headcanons

"dad!"

series- the summoning im not like her

part of an event- 100 follower event small break soundcheck pure love and disney sweaters are we (on the same page yet?) if you need me (i'll be in my coffin) up and over the ledge fluffy pt. 2 shut up sore loser "i'm just tired" 200 follower event mopey and majestic irritating interests timing is key

ted;

fics/drabbles- photographs

headcanons- "dad!"

series- none yet

part of an event- "imagine being young" warm and flustered

tommyinnit;

fics/drabbles- none yet

headcanons- black out love

series- none yet

part of an event- oblivious oh, tommy

others;

fics/drabbles- he loves me, he loves me not

headcanons- goofiness

series- bitter beginnings and sweet endings

part of an event- none yet

events;

100 follower event (finished) 200 follower event (finished)

[caverncanary]

rereading tommyinnits clinic for suppervillains and im chewing wood!!!! tommys belief that no human deserves to die especially not alone no matter what theyve done and extending it to siren aaaa

[artisticdissillusion]

Prince!Tommy who is beloved by his empire and is incredibly spoiled because of it. On the rare occasion an assassin is sent by some enemy kingdom and they manage to capture the youngest prince, the entire kingdom is in uproar, doing whatever they can to aid the royal family to bring the youngest prince back. Offering their homes and their food to tired soldier, keeping an eye out for a particularly bright blonde boy, some even partaking in the mission. Meanwhile, Tommy is talking his captors ear off, making sure to mention how he won't be able to make it out alive after this, even if he surrendered now, only offering quicker and much more painless death if he hands him back over to his family.

Wilbur and Techno doing whatever they can to find their brother, Techno leading the army through terrains in order to reach the hideout and Wilbur using every mage and map at his disposal to pinpoint Tommy's location easier.

Phil, on the other hand, is not worried. He knows he will get his son back, and he also knows he will have the head of the assailant. But he cannot afford to lose his mind, he has a kingdom to run. But let it be known, that once Tommy is back, safe and sound, and the assassin's head is hung outside the castle gates as a message for all other potential assassins, he will temporarily hand over authority to his oldest sons so he can properly smother his youngest.

[grimaussiewitch]

Ayyy @voidwizardwholikestheshadows here's your two drabbles for the @mcyt-drabble-exchange hope you like the gifts!

[menelron]

Just updated this fic so i'm gonna blatantly promote it.

Basically, this is a bunch of drabbles based on the concept of Tommyinnit having the powers of Sans from Undertale (to a degree). It's mainly set in the undertale multiverse and it's really just shenanigans (and occasionally a bit of angst as a treat (though i don't think i've really written any angst chapters yet oop-).).

[kira-anon-uwu]

“I don’t think that’s dumb at all,”, Wilbur said, not looking at him, “I think you did what you felt you had to, and you got the fuck out when things stopped going your way.”

“I feel like a fucking coward,”, Tommy sighed.

“Cowardice would have been staying to fix someone else’s mistake, what you did was look out for yourself and figure out shit was going south before everyone else.”

“But if I stayed, if I’d fucking told them-”

“Then you would have gotten caught up in that shit as well, and we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Tommy’s mouth was drawn in a thin line, his hands going into fists to hide how bad they were shaking. “I feel like I should have, sometimes. I don’t feel like I should be here; I don’t deserve it.”

He looked out over the edge of the building, at the city that he wished he was millions of miles away from. At the blood on his hands that would never really leave him no matter how many times he washed them.

Wilbur eventually moved to stand next to him, shoulder against his as he set his gaze across the same skyline. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad to have you here, and I’m proud of you for what you’ve accomplished.”

“You shouldn’t be,”, he shook his head, “You really fucking shouldn’t be.”