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Brain Dead in the Apocalypse by StaroftheStorm
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
30 Apr 2022
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“Shush, old man. Quiet.” He hissed out, “I’m going for a… walk. I’ll find you two later. Thanks, for- uh, taking care of me, I guess? But also you overstepped my boundaries, like by a thousand times. So I’d appreciate it if you fucked off.” He crossed his arms, letting his bat lean against his leg as he leveled them all with a glare.
“You liked it when I was carrying you—“ Techno, like the fucking bitch he was, decided to throw onto the table. His lips pulled up into a smug smile as Tommy recoiled backwards, feeling his cheeks flush.
“Y-you’ve got it wrong! I fucking hate you, and Phil! The only reason I've stuck around this long is to grace the two of you with my company! I take it all back, neither of you are my idols and I hate you fucking bitches and I never want to see your ugly faces again—“ Tommy rambled, his voice going a couple of pitches higher against his will. Fucking puberty.
“But you said I was your favorite?” Techno innocently asked, “You never acted like this whenever I hold you while you shiver away, clinging onto me like a little baby bird.”
Or Tommy is an infamous villain who attracts the attention of the Syndicate in the apocalypse.
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“M’ tired,” He says to Techno, letting himself fall face first into his bed, the blankets almost swallowing him whole. Techno chuckles softly from above him, his fingers brushing through his feathers gently, straightening them out.
Tommy can’t help the way he leans in closer to his touch, warmth prickling along his feathers wherever Techno touches. He doesn’t see the way Technos eyes swirl with a dark satisfaction, the way possessiveness curls his lips up as he preens his feathers, listening to Tommy’s soft coos.
“Yeah?” Techno asks, and Tommy nods his head, one of his eyes opening to stare at Techno.
Or vigilante Tommy owes the Syndicate a life debt, yet he somehow manages to worm his way into their hearts and become part of their family.
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Before you arrest me, can I please buy some chicken noodle soup? by lemonskittles
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
19 Mar 2022
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"I just want some fucking carrots," Tommy muttered, ducking to avoid a bullet to the head.
Within minutes, the robbers were unconscious on the floor with zip ties around their wrists. Tommy shook them down for money and used it to pay for all the groceries he'd need this week. Of course the storeowner wouldn't snitch--Tommy had just saved his sorry ass.
With that, the blond vigilante skipped home to Ranboo.
"You're eating first, bitchass." He gleefully declared to his slightly frightened roommate. And indeed, Ranboo did eat first.
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OR; in which Tommy and Ranboo are dirt poor vigilantes trying to provide for themselves and their bedridden best friend Tubbo. And when Ranboo loses his job, Tommy has to go for the next best thing:
An internship at the Hero HQ.
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Assumptions and Falsehoods by KaseyCat
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
01 Jul 2022
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New Intern/Cleaning service man Tommy is acting way too suspicious for SBI to think he wasn't the villain they'd been tracking down.
Meanwhile Up and coming vigilantes Bee and Boo (or Boobee as Tommy insisted on calling them) continued to fight and cause crime.
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Tommy knew the rules of the Fae. Even without anyone to teach him, those lessons trickled down to the muddy streets he called his home.
He’d lived in this village for as long as he could remember, sleeping under porches and stealing to survive. His whole life he’d been running, from shopkeepers and soldiers and everyone else who saw a twelve year old boy and thought first of a target.
“Hey!”
Tommy bolted. A rotting apple was clutched close to his chest as he ran, legs pumping as he fled to the only place he knew he wouldn’t be followed.
The forest had a reputation for housing Fair Folk and other such beasts. Parents warned their children against entering the forest, but Tommy had none to do so. He wasn’t stupid— he knew the risks he faced in the forest— but he’d rather brave the potential threats there than the very real danger at his heels.
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Street-kid Tommy finds a family in another world.