#tommyinnit hc

[constellation-sapphic]

"I get lesbians!!" I, Tommyinnit, say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk offstage in shame. Then, a German voice speaks up.

"No, he's right," the voice says. I look for the owner of the voice.

There in the 5th row stands: Docm77

[unnamed-atlas]

I would ask why he said this but honest to God I stopped asking why schlatt says anything several years ago

[starlumi]

yall still fw the dsmp ?

[nomsfaultau]

dsmp vs hermitcraft exile

Exile Tommy: time to throw all of my belongings in a pit. But it’s okay my friend asked me to and it gets worse when I don’t comply

Exile Jevin: ooo time to make a double xp farm so I can get good enchantments

[urfavcrime]

fanart of pogtopia era ctommy with braces and him having it off nov 16 going forward is so funny to me. like where and what is ctommy orthodontist doing. funnier option is that tommys orthodontist lives in manberg and despite being banished for dental appointments tommy gets a free pass. cschlatt just being i can excuse banishing a child from their homeland that they died for but i draw the line at not allowing them access to dental care and honestly word!

[galaghiel]

[mrtipsy]

So, i was watching skizzlemans newest hermitcraft and i noticed a message in the chat and uh,

Are you good mumbo?

My british friends take on this under the cut

(British friend is the markiplier)

[icara-mack]

My final (planned) entry for the @sixteenth-day-event </3 and it’s time for: snow and snow and snow

!! the syndicate my beloved + bonus ghostbur and the gremlin child <3 ranboo’s dying it’s fine (he did not know what he was up against)

if you spot a crow with little cat ears? No you don’t I’m invisible.

if this event runs again, you can count on my participation as usual ♥️ thank you for what you do for the community! You’re a wonderful mod

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3

[sethdomain]

plant if they grew

[transgenderpark]

i hate this stupid fucking meme take it away from me

[sygni]

welcome home theseus?

[nitemurr]

My C!Tommy design through the dsmp‼️ this poor traumatised teen is so fun to draw being miserable

[cosmicmenacee]

That one goofy ass gen alpha cousin at the family reunion

(Yes, Starborne! Wels & Tommy are cousins!)

(Also ik Tommy’s gen z he’s just much younger than wels in this au lol)

[malt-rants-and-stuff]

when tommy thinks back on it hard enough, he can't reallt get a proper picture of the people of l'manburg in his mind. he remembers looking up at a lot of them, at least at first.

he looked up to the blurred figures his brother and niki, who he thought were prime examples of what a grown up should be. except, that isn't right, because he wasn't much younger than niki back then, her loose sweaters hanging low near her bruised knees. and he couldn't say wil was such a good fucking example, because look where they all ended up. look where he ended up.

jack and tubbo were firmer in his imagination. his friends at the start, though one much longer than the other. he feels the tides of a tired kind of nostalgia, one that he's pushed back and dove into a million times before. he remembers feeling so tall around them, not just in a literal sense. his lanky arms could reach to tuck perfectly into the crook of tubbo's elbow as he dragged them off into doomed adventures. his steadily stretching legs stuck out in front of jack's feet, then carried him far when the chase began.

still, in his memory he sees the versions of them without scars and scratches, tubbo smiling without any mirth attached. he feel the foggy sensation of jack's arm around his shoulder, still happy enough to be close to him. he remembers their youth in a way he hadn't been able to appreciate back then.

even eret and fundy, though they'd go on to burn bridges and turn blind eyes, had fond places in his memories. he remembers carrying himself with his head held high and shoulders back, in the way eret told him "showed confidence." he still knew how to spot a fox in the slightest of corners, the familiarity of a mischievous snicker murmuring in the back of his mind. he could never erase the bad that came after, nor the wars and their consequences. but he'd still have the little things from back then to remember every now and again.

sometimes he'll see the flicker of a campfire and just wonder what it was he was feeling back then, his old emotions muddled by the complicated present. he wonders if his old self would miss them in the same way he does now. if he'd mourn them in the same way he doesn't always need to.

he's getting there now, one step at a time. one memory gone past. one day lived through.

[nomsfaultau]

piglin Techno got irrationally irritated every time Tommy ate one of his golden apples postexile week, since it registered as stealing gold to his instincts. Well it was, since Tommy kept robbing his chests, but Techno held back the instinct to obliterate him since they’re supposedly partners now.

The first time Techno realized his feelings towards Tommy had shifted was when he caught himself handing Tommy golden apples whenever he thought the boy was hungry. Which was always, since humans were so tiny and Tommy especially was bone thin after exile. Well, Techno shrugged, deliberately ignoring the implications. Not like he wanted a weak partner. He’s just trying to beef Tommy up. That’s all. Yuuuup.

[poraphia]

“PDA: Public Displays of Affection”

pairing • secret relationship!wilbur x reader 1448 words • 9.1.23 containing • secret relationship, sorry boys production, immense affection my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“We’re about to film a new Sorry video. Want to give me a good luck kiss first?”

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There’s one thing about Tom Simons that everybody knows the moment you click on one of his videos.

Some viewers may find him annoying at first,

And frankly, it’s not like he’s wrong.

After Wilbur and I started dating we came to an agreement to keep our relationship a secret. There were a multitude of reasons for this. For one, we wanted to enjoy the relationship for ourselves and because of Wilbur’s music and streaming career, it would have been impossible to relish in such when there are hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. This leads to our next reason. Most of Wilbur’s friends are streamers, vloggers, gamers, you name it. That being said, most of the time we find cameras on us already. So, in order to keep up with our special secret, we tell our friends that we’re not dating so that it’s a much easier job keeping it on the down low.

So what happens when a younger boy who considers himself Wilbur’s brother constantly sees a woman constantly with Wilbur? Well, you’ll see for yourself.

I’m known to be Wilbur’s co-filmer and editor in his fanbase, meaning that even if we weren’t dating, I had to be constantly around him to help out with video planning and creating a digital diary as he was on tour. This week his friends were all coming to Brighton to shoot Chapter 2 for their Sorry! improv group.

It was the morning of, and I was met by the familiar, warming embrace of his arms slithering around my body. I scoot back a little bit, feeling his heartbeat steadily beat against my back. “Hey, are you awake?” He groggled out in a raspy morning face. I hummed in response, taking one of his hands to kiss the center of his palm. He pulled me closer to his chest as the fabric beneath us crinkled.

“I’m so sleepy…” I mumbled. With his hand, Wilbur smoothed my cheek, caressing my skin. I melted in his touch.

“I know, but we have to get up soon, darling,” He whispered. Gently, with his arm still wrapped around me, he sat us up in the bed. The morning sun peaked through the slightly open blinds, decorating our skin with streaks of light. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as the drowsiness slowly drained from me. His arms kept firmly around my torso, holding me as close as he could. Once we felt ready to get out of bed, we walked into the kitchen as I prepared a quick breakfast for the both of us.

“Do you want strawberry parfait for breakfast, my love?” I asked, looking inside the fridge.

“Yes, please.” He smiled. I nodded before grabbing the container of syrupy strawberries and Greek yogurt. Wilbur went inside the pantry to find the box of graham crackers. After he finished crushing them, he noticed me standing on my tippy toes to reach for the two glasses on the highest shelf. With a cheeky smirk, he walked behind me and lifted me up by the waist, earning a slight eep of surprise. Nonetheless, I was able to reach the glasses before he placed me back down with my feet touching the cold tile floor. I turned around, awarding him with a quick peck on the chin, before continuing on making our breakfast.

Sometimes, it was painful keeping this a secret, but I think it’s what makes moments like these more special.

Once we finished our breakfast and got dressed, we met up with the rest of the guys at a park in Brighton. Today’s film idea was to run a hotdog van of some kind, but instead, call them burgers. Honestly, don’t ask me, it was the guys’ idea. Most of the guys carpooled to the location, whereas Wilbur and I decided to take our own car. After some time walking to the park, we were both ambushed by Tommy and Charlie, who were already flopping around in hotdog costumes.

“WILBUR! (Y/N)! MY FRIENDS!” Tommy exclaimed, hugging the two of us. Wilbur pulled Tommy to the side, almost putting him in a headlock as they shared their own brotherly love. I hugged Charlie before stepping back to examine his outfit.

“You look… Meaty. You been working out?” I joked. He grinned before flexing one of his arms.

“Ah, so you’ve noticed my meaty and tender gains I see! I’ve been working on these babies just for this exact moment.” He said pridefully. Charlie flexed one of his muscles before kissing his bicep. I rolled my eyes before we both trailed back to the rest of the group. I greeted the rest of the team and even hugged Kristen to catch up with her since we last saw each other. Tommy and Wilbur then ran up to the group promptly as Russ explained exactly how the food truck was going to work. After some careful instructions, the film crew, which involved me, were told who was to record what. Per usual, I was directed to film Wilbur’s shenanigans.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Russ asked, looking up from his clipboard. Everyone exclaimed their noises of agreement. I looked over to Will, who I noticed was patting down his pockets for something.

“Will, you okay?” Phil asked as he adjusted the scarf around his neck.

“Yeah, I just— I think I left my wallet. Uhh (y/n) can you come with me? It’s probably in the car.” He said, looking over to me.

“Oh— Yeah, sure.” I handed my camera to Russ in the meantime before walking with Wilbur to the car. I kept my hands in my pockets in the meantime to resist the urge to walk with fingers intertwined. It was far too dangerous now.

Once we made it to the car, I reached into my pocket to unlock it, but in return Wilbur just stood there, smiling at me. I tilted my head, a bit confused.

“Weren’t you going to go look for your wallet?” I asked. Instead, Will leaned on the car, smiling down at me with his chef’s hat a bit lopsided and his arms crossed.

“I actually did have my wallet. I just wanted to have a good luck kiss before we started filming.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes before grabbing him by the shirt collar so that he was now at my height.

“You know you can be annoying sometimes.” I scoffed, but a wide smile was plastered all over my face.

“I know. I just miss you.”

I placed a quick peck on his lips, but before I could pull away, Wilbur held me gently by the neck to keep me in place. Slowly, I felt my body melting by the touch of his soft lips as butterflies danced on my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving me closer to him. Tiny droplets soon started to drizzle down on us, but we weren’t leaving each other's lips anytime soon. That was until someone caught us.

“Wilbur? (y/n)? Guys it’s starting to rain and— OH MY GOD!”

We both immediately pushed each other away, only to meet with the shocked face of Tommy standing paralyzed in his hot dog outfit.

“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE DATING! I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT—”

“I— Uh— Tommy—!” I was rendered speechless as the poor boy rapidly glanced at the both of us. Wilbur ended up breaking the standstill as he walked up to Tommy, placing two hands firmly at his shoulders.

“Yes, me and (y/n) are dating.” He said firmly. “You’re not going to tell anyone, my boiled hotdog boy, alright?” All Tommy could do was nod in response, his mouth still open ajar. Wilbur patted him on the back before heading in the direction of the food truck. I jogged over to Tommy, shaking his shoulder a bit to snap him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at me, a hand running through his hair. I shrugged, a half-apologetic smile on my face before we both walked back to the park.

“To be fair, the reason I was so shocked was because last month I tried to set you two up on a date.” Tommy mentioned nonchalantly, playing with his fingers as he walked.

I chuckled a little bit. “That’s kind of funny—” until the realization hit. “WAIT HUH?”

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a / n ~ thought this was cute so I jotted it down like a couple mins before waking up lolol. Reblogs and likes are super appreciated mwahh