#tomymninit

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Mentioned Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned L'Manberg Ensemble (Dream SMP), Fluff, Trans Wilbur Soot, Trans Male Wilbur Soot, Trans TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Trans Female TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), no beta we die like death, Implied/Referenced Past Suicide Attempt, Past Suicide Attempt, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary:

Wilbur sees Tommy on a balcony and becomes worried. Tommy is thinking.

They have a chat.

Or,

Transgender crimeboys my beloved :3

HEY GUYS CHECK IT OUT NEW FIC!!!!! go read it now its crimeboys fluff :D

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waow its them (school halloween art competition and I am trying not to make the crimeboys fanart too obv)

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my fic for the @mcytblraufest is out now featuring art by the wonderful @wadds-detour, go check it out >:DD

Wilbur has only ever known this little church, serving the Blood God. His whole life revolves around it, he's not allowed to leave, but he's fine with that.

at least he thinks so, until a strange blonde teen keeps showing up and annoying him.

or,

Blood God!Tommy, Priest! Wilbur and a whole lot of angst and religious trauma :D

word count: 5,139

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hai Crow, may you please draw me a silly cTommy? :3

The she! Pixel cameo cause fuck ypu

He is a possum... maybe... but I made it Aussie possum cause yeah :3

VOTE SBI!!!!

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little sketch page for @stil-yr-adam (in which you can tell which crimeboy I draw more and also who I drew from a fandom I know nothing abt)

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hellohellohello may i ask for a transfem cTommy please :3

ITS HER!!!!!!

She's playing in the water with shroud cause I said so :3

Local semi-artist rediscovers pencil on paper art, millions healed

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most c!tommy song ever btw, just to let you know

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cTommy

ITS CTOMMYM HDSUHHSDAWAHGSFSDGSGSGHDG

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https://open.spotify.com/track/6GEX4BBT1EHwIiO6qkYSUR

it's so them

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Crime boys :)

3) My thoughts on their design/aesthetic alone

10) Content about them l'd like to see more of

3) My thoughts on their design/aesthetic alone

they are so "got abandoned in the apocalypse when I was a kid and now idk what I'm doing" but also c!tommy at least is so hairclips and stickers coded its insane, c!wilbur, my man, the guy, is the biggest inspiration for my own fashion sense its hilarious, but like, the jumpers and collared shirts and fingerless gloves is a true vibe honestly

10) Content about them l'd like to see more of

honestly? soft, I want the hug after they find out they're *insert thing one character (usually wilbur) hates* and yet they can get over it because they care for each other, but I can settle for dying in each others arms as well

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For the made up fic title thing: As much as i fear (at least i have you)

hhhhh sorry I took so long to answer this, here's like 1110 words of some nitw inspired crimeboys thing :DD watch out for the mild creepyness/unsettling themes in it lol also wilbur hurts his leg so :D

“Y’know, Wil, I think we’re a bit lost.” Tommy traipses along the corpse of a fallen tree; Wilbur is honestly surprised he hasn’t fallen through a bit of rot yet. Well, there isn’t a hint of moisture in the air, and he doesn't think he’s seen any of the expected fauna, but still.

He doesn’t say anything, he only moves forward, there must be an end to the forest somewhere, they just need to keep looking.

“Can’t you admit that we’re just a little bit lost? I mean come on, we lost the path like an hour ago now,” Tommy pouts.

Wilbur shakes his head, he speeds up a little, he’s sure he can see a clearing ahead of them.

“Wilbur, we’re lost, I can just, Y’know, fucking climb up that tree over there,” his brother yells out behind him.

“We’re not fucking lost, look there’s a clearing over there!” Wilbur rushes toward the gap in the trees and Tommy stumbles off the tree to follow after him. Wilbur glances back when he hears grumbles and swears, but he seems fine.

“See, look, that looks like a house, right? Maybe we can ask them for directions?” Wilbur gestures to what is visible of something that at least <i>looks</i> like a wooden cabin.

“Like that isn’t the sketchiest fucking house ever, Wilbur,” Tommy complains, dragging his feet along with a groan.

“It’ll be fine, you’ve watched too many horror movies.” Wilbur had watched all those horror movies with Tommy but that was different, Tommy was a child.

“No, I haven’t! It’s just a fucking sketchy house! What if there isn’t even anyone in there? It’s probably fucking abandoned,” the teenager rolls his eyes.

If Tommy keeps complaining Wilbur might leave him at that house, maybe he’ll get some peace and quiet.

Who is he kidding, Tommy’s volume could rival a whole cacophony of extremely loud birds, it’d probably still reach him in death.

The house, bless its humble visual is ever so lightly leaning to the west, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, Wilbur’s mind supplies. The windows are completely blank and from the looks of it haven’t had a clean in a very long time, He tries to peer in, but he has a feeling whatever’s inside hasn’t felt the light of day in years.

The small, rot darkened door sits quietly in its frame, the little carved doorknob loosely attached and swaying a bit in the non-existent wind.

The air smells of rotting meat, as if some small rodent or bird had crawled into the house hoping for food and instead was met with a suffocating…

Nothing.

Despite this, Wilbur strides up to the glorified woodlice safe-haven, and he knocks. He tries not to flinch at the hollow sound that echoes back. There’s nothing there, its fine.

The lack of noise is unnerving but it’s not like a place can’t be quiet.

He pushes slightly on the least waterlogged part of the door, and it swings open easily. No protests – if he ignores Tommy’s groans – no truly horrifying happenings, so he walks forward.

The room isn’t all that interesting, small pull-out couch here, standing lamp with no lampshade there.

Et al, Wilbur creeps over dirtied floorboards and glances back at a worried-faced and heavily irritated Tommy who seems strongly against going into a strange abandon cottage, and he stumbles over a gap in the ground before glancing in through a doorway at what appears to be a kitchen.

“Wilbur…” His brother glances with mild trepidation at what Wilbur is maybe 80% sure is some weird new Mold.

“It’ll be fine, look, it’s an old house” he knocks on a wall “hasn’t fallen down yet and it won’t for the—ten minutes we’ll be in it” He shuffled around a particularly damp floorboard and into the kitchen.

“This is fucking stupid why did I agree to this fucking hell.” Tommy mutters and grumbles, shadowing Wilbur, glancing at random dust covered things left lying on a small dining table like the last person to have been in this building had up and left abruptly, not bothering to clean up after themselves.

The blond reaches for a suspicious looking bit of rolled up paper, blotches of a coffee-like liquid remaining from whatever adventures it may have gone on.

“Hey, are you sure you should touch that?” Wilbur spurts.

Tommy just glares with a pointed look at Wilbur and holds an end of the parchment with pinching fingers, letting it unfurl ever so slightly.

He waves a hand around at the frail little house to point out how stupid and hypocritical that sentence was.

“Okay, okay, I get it.” Wilbur holds his own hands up in defeat and rummages through a draw for clues on where the hell they are.

Tommy makes a noise of fear, fumbling with the paper and throwing it back onto the table, where it lays open at the perfect angle for Wilbur to see a scratchy drawing of a vaguely humanoid figure, long, gangly limbs and a pair of hollowed out eyes stare into his soul and Wilbur shivers, full-bodied and violent.

“I-“ Wilbur very eloquently says.

“Wil, I don’t care what you think we can get out of this place, I’m fucking going.” Tommy rushes out of the cabin, which creaks and howls after his heels.

Wilbur makes his way to Tommy who stands in the doorway, he’s walking and then, suddenly, and unprecedented, he’s not.

The brunette looks down where his foot fell, snapped wood keeps his leg trapped and he thinks he just felt something brush against his leg, which, <i>ew</i>.

Wilbur frantically pulls at his leg, not caring for his ruined and ripped pants, or the blood running down his thigh.

He pushes down on the rotted wood, wincing at the texture and he tugs his leg away again.

This time, his leg is released, he just needs to get his foot out and he and Tommy can leave, try and get out of the forest as quickly as possible, before they lose track of time and die, or whatever else happens.

He finally manages to drag himself, bleeding leg and all, to the door and to a standing position.

Tommy’s just looking at Wilbur a bit like someone who’s watched a clown fail to be a clown.

“Can we go now?” Tommy questions, already backing away from the building.

“Please,” Wilbur grimaces. “I’m done with this place; pick a direction and we’ll go with it.”

Tommy pauses to think for a moment before pointing the opposite direction of the setting sun. “That way.”

And so, they walk, watching for roots and stray spiderwebs.

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helloooo! do u think that you could draw ccrime? they mean everything to me ^^

Early lman ccrime cause they mean everything to me and I love them

This made me realise I can't draw guitars but we ball

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the thing I find rlly funny is that cctommy never worked in another job before he did youtube and streaming and all that

and we've ended up putting his dsmp character into so many jobs (specifically customer service) that he may as well be a fucking barbie

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hey gyus check this out

dogs are for when you care so much for someone else, no matter if they even like you or not, more often than not they don't care about you, even though you try so hard, they will never see you as their equal, you're just some dog who cares too much and you will always be weird for it, you caring so much (or at least appearing to) is your downfall, it's what will always cause you to fail, because they will never follow someone else as intently as you, you are loyal to a fault.

cats are for when build a facade of disregard, when you seem to care so little that they don't want to be around you, how could someone want to be around such an apathetic person, and when you do let yourself care, people get weirded out, they will only ever see you as uncaring and decide there is no point in caring for you if you never show your care for them back, you caring so little ( or at least appearing to) is your downfall, it's what will always cause you to fail because they will never care to see how underneath you really might care.

people see you as opposites, always tearing each other apart, whether you mean to or not, only causing the other harm because you're a dog and a cat, so separate and you would be in a constant loop of, why can't you see that I care so much for you, can you show a little care back??? and why can't you just care a little more, why do you always insist on not responding so emotively??? when the other replies why you always have to show your care, why must if be so loud and /there/??? and how can you care so much, don't you realise, you need to stop, that the world wont give a shit over how much you care???

when really, you are the same, the other can see how much you care, and you can see that sometimes their care is the opposite of different to you, that you both view the world the same, you have both been hurt in the same ways, you have both loved the same ways, you have both been loved in the same ways, you have both lost the same ways, you are two sides of the same coin.

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this too can be crimeboys ^-^

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The only blazed post I ever want to see

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ough its so...

pogtopia c!crime :(