the graveyard of my feelings
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Living as a Ghost by Impala_Cherry_Trickster
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
07 Oct 2022
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When Phil gets the call that his youngest son has been found two years after he went missing, he can hardly believe it.
Tommy just wants things to go back to how they were before.
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Eons ago, the Blood God and Death found their two missing pieces, and the quartet was made whole. Meant to last an eternity, it was abruptly shattered when the youngest member was brutally murdered before he had a chance to rise as a higher being.
Tommy just wants to finish highschool, move out of his shitty foster parents house, and get a lot of women. All of the women. His plans are suddenly placed on an abrupt hold when he’s kidnapped and taken to a dark organization called the Syndicate - and suddenly things are falling apart faster than he thought they possibly could as the three leaders of the Syndicate place him under their loving protection, one of his best friends is revealed to be working for potential terrorists, his religious beliefs are horribly shaken, and everyone seems to be convinced that he’s the reincarnation of some ancient martyr. The final piece of some holy quartet Wilbur cheerfully calls ‘Sleepy Bois Incorporated.’
Philza laughs at the name. Technoblade rolls his eyes.
Tommy is just trying to grit his teeth and survive this entire ordeal.
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The crowd was loud, the roaring drowning out any other sounds around. They were all cheering for a boy with a helmet.
A boy with a helmet that was basking in it all. His arms stretched out wide, jumping up and down to rile the crowd up more.
He quickly put his visor up, revealing sharp blue eyes but nothing else. Those eyes were scanning the crowd before him, slightly squinted into a smile.
He stomped his foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped his other foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped in a rhythm, the crowd stomping in the same. A loud drumming to a beat that was like no others.
A beat that was his.
A beat that was for the boy called Cherry Bomb.
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Tommy is a motorbike racer known the world as Cherry Bomb. He quickly gained popularity along with skill. All he wanted was something to be his, and he got it. Lets just hope his family won't take it away from him.
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Tommy remembers a time where he idolized the heroes on the screens. He remembers a time where his breath would fog up the glass on Christmas morning as he stared at a window with toys. Heroes monetized. Tommy hadn't thought much about it when he was little, when he had stars in his eyes with the hope that he'd crawl his way out of the slums.
It would've been better if Tommy had never existed in the first place.
Freefall was dead.
He should stop falling back on those habits.
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"Hello, welcome to Niki's. How can I help you?" Tommy greeted with a faux cheeriness that he knew was a remnant to Freefall. It wasn't like Nightstalker with his standoffish extreme tendencies. However, it would ensure that the public would never realize that Freefall was alive.
Freefall was dead.
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or, the past always catches up to you.
Series
- Part 1 of Z's works
- Part 1 of Dead To Me
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The Children's Rebellion by Aria_Cinabun
Fandoms: Origins SMP, Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF
14 Jan 2022
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His name was Tommy Innes, and he was born to touch the stars.
Of course, touching the stars was going to have to wait, because he'd lost that dream the moment his parents had died when he was ten years old—the moment he had watched that starship explosion and felt a bit of his heart die with them. He'd lost that dream when he was transported to prison and then to a place called Pogtopia.
He'd lost that dream when he watched hundreds of children starve on the streets of Pogtopia. When he and two friends become the lone survivors of the Red Planet's Genocide. When they were rescued, and he was captured again.
But maybe—maybe one day, he would regain that dream. Maybe he would hunt down the mass murderer that had executed his friends and gain his revenge—but that day was not now, and now he sat in a prison and stared at the faraway stars.
Perhaps there would be people that he could call family again. People he would see again—people whom he had lost years ago. One day.
Because he was an Avian, born to be forever alone amongst broken stars.
And Avians did not fall unless they wanted to.
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a science fiction fic about rebellion
Series
- Part 1 of Children of the Stars
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the only advantage that a killer has (is they think they have the right). by sunsetsomewhere for passworth
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
02 Nov 2022
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“You’re gonna let me go,” he says slowly, trying to keep his voice from shaking. He keeps the knife pointed at them. “I’m gonna leave the apartment, and then I’m calling the Heroes. If you try to stop me–”
“Oh, Phil,” The brunet, Wil, whines. “He’s trembling.”
“It’s cause you’ve got his brother’s blood on your neck, mate,” Phil muses. Wil hastily swipes at it with his sleeve. The blond turns to him. “It’s alright, little one. We won’t hurt you.”
He takes a step back closer to the kitchen door. He’s already halfway across the room. Just a few more steps. He keeps his voice as steady as possible. “I’m gonna call the Heroes now. Don’t– don’t try anything.”
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In which Tommy gets passed from the piranhas to the sharks.
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All The Scrapes On Our Knees by Anonymous
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP
26 Jan 2022
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“I am a fully grown ass man.” Tommy retorted.
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“You’re a minor??”
“A fully grown ass man.” He insisted.
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“It’s a bit selfish, Tommy. But I suppose I can get Sapnap to take you for a small trip around the sector's outskirts?” Dream compromised.
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That time when Tommy Innit realizes that maybe there's more to life than what Dream told him and accidentally winds up tangled into the Hero and Villain world even more than he already was. (And he gets a new family out of it)
(Title is named after the song Woodland by The Paper Kites) -
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There's an apocalypse going on Above. One birthed from atomic bombs that have bathed the world in smoke for a dozen years, and surely will for a dozen more.
He's safe, in an underground bunker, protected by his brother. He's been safe for fifteen years.
First he finds the phone.
Then he finds the lies.
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you could buy my silence (if you've got none to lose) by Drhair76
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
20 Jun 2021
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As much as Tommy is impressed with Wilbur, he knows distinctly that the feeling isn't mutual. Tommy doesn't have anything to offer, he wears a total of three shirts and calls it a style, he trips over his shoelaces when he takes his dogs out, he still has to complete homework sheets after school. He isn't someone that Wilbur can have long conversation with about composting or whatever the fuck Wilbur is into after a three am internet deep dive.
A soulmate is supposed to be your other half- someone who meets you toe for toe, picks up where you leave off, highlights your strengths and eases your weaknesses. A soulmate isn't Tommyinnit, a kid who scrounged around on Hypixal and got bullied in secondary school.
or, Tommy finds out his platonic soulmate is Wilbur Soot and decides to keep it quiet out of fear he isn't good enough.
Series
- Part 4 of the light pours onto me
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My Wingless Prince by FractalFiction for ShampooTastesBad
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
06 Jun 2022
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Wilbur groaned and let his head crash into the soft pillows below, “But I don’t know what it is! I just- I keep feeling like- like there’s something off. Look at my nest!”
Phil glanced around. Yep. It was a bit bigger than before.
“I keep expanding it! Phil, please, I can’t get sick. Not right now.”
Phil and Techno laughed, causing Wilbur to look at them with confusion, “What?”
“Oh, mate. It’s very clear what’s happening.” Phil said with a grin.
Wilbur tilted his head in question.
Phil’s grin turned into a smirk, “You… have fledgling fever.”
Wilbur’s eyes widened and he scrambled up, getting stuck in the blankets and nearly falling over while Techno cackled.
“No!” He squawked, “I don’t have fledgling fever!”
Phil continued to smirk, “Oh yeah? Hm, let’s count up all the signs: you’ve been feeling like something is missing, even when your entire family is in your nest, you’ve expanded your nest for some odd reason…”
Or, Wilbur gets fledgling fever and Tommy just so happens to be the child his instincts attach themselves to. Oh, and he's human.
If any CCs state they are uncomfortable with this kind of fic, I will take it down!Series
- Part 20 of Fractal’s One Shots