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Okay but I honestly just want a fic where Tommy is a gremlin child who Wilbur found in a dustbin and whose favorite toy is uncle nasty.
Wilbur is always trying to throw the doll away, but either Tommy finds out and Wilbur doesn't want to make Tommy cry, OR Uncle nasty makes his way back no matter what Wilbur does.
Sometimes, Wilbur wonders if he had entered the wrong world when he came back to life.
The world as he knew it, was bright. Even in Pogtopia's cold walls, there was warmth, small but bright, full of life that seemed to never go out.
The world that he came into, with grey hair, and a patched up scar, and memories of a train station that had haunted him for years, is much colder.
There's little to no light. Wilbur sometimes wonders how the flowers survived.
He wonders how he will survive, when Tommy's glow no longer lives within him.
Maybe Tommy will shine brighter with time. Maybe, he can be the one to make him smile! Wilbur wants to take out his old guitar and sing. Maybe that will cheer Tommy up.
He wants to hug him (but Tommy doesn't like hugs). To make his old shirt anew, to dye that white streak away, because Tommy's not like him. Tommy's bright and playful, and full of light.
Not a little broken boy held together by bandages and scars.
Crime Boys Superhero AU, where Tommyinnit was a former child hero, mostly seen as a sidekick to Wilbur, now dead.
Wilbur had been killed by anti-hero Phil after rescuing people from a fire (at least, that's what they want you to think)
A lot of people want Tommy back on field, but without knowing his whereabouts, Tommy stays out of sight, and soon out of mind.
That is, until a new villain turns up. He's dressed like how Wilbur was, and there's a stab wound over his heart.
Most people think of him as simply making fun of the former #1 hero's death.
Tommy knows better.
Dtiys in instagram for @/lysarttt
it was my first dtiys and it was a lot of fan to draw it :D
at the crown of eternal sunlight
this man doesnt have a drivers liscense let alone a flying one
please don’t leave me again
I cant be the only one that thinks that 'Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage' is a increadably Ctommy coded song. LIKE- LIKE HEAR ME OUT HERE-
"My brother always sings me songs with his beak he tries to sooth me, He makes me feel like i belong' LIKEEEE????????? CRIMEBOYS????????????????? IS THAT YOU????? "So carry me through these walls, brother of mine. Show me the world outside." ARE YOU SEEING MY VISION????
"I’m an only child, will, but I’ve had brothers. I’ve had sisters, and parents"
Quote from a mcyt fanfic I can't remember the name of at this time
Update! Found the fic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/41832726/chapters/104962968 <- here
for the sketch requests maybe Tommy and Wilbur sharing headphones listening to music?
This was SO CUTE!! Ty!
JUST TWO BROS AT DISNEYLAND!!!!
art insta for sexy people (you😉)
NEW SUPERHERO AU FIC!!!
For as long as he can remember, Tommy had been in and out of foster care. He bounced between places before he found a permanent home with his brother Dream. However, as he got to know Wilbur, Techno, and Phil, he found himself yearning to be close to them instead.
Meanwhile, in the city, the rivalry between the Dream Team and SBI seemed to be coming to a close as a mysterious person joined the villains' side, upsetting their delicate balance. The newcomer possessed powers so strong, it was unlike anything anyone had seen before. Things started to heat up when SBI uncovered a conspiracy by the government that had the potential to destroy all metahumans, and the Dream Team's plan to steal it for themselves.
Somewhere in the middle of all this, the powerless teenager Tommy got dragged into the mess, and he learned the truth about family, morality, and himself.
this is a tommy/sbi centric fic, if you like the summary check it out (and maybe some of my other works too). pretty proud of this one so give it a try
only the first chapter is out but i have two more written. i have so much planned for this au, i hope you guys enjoy :D
Do not follow me, (not anymore)
I would love you as if you were my own, My own to love, and my own to mourn, I would card my fingers through the tidal curls, And sweep past all the dirt crumbs you had, Because you rolled in damp swamp grass.
I would protect you, from anyone else who dare harm you, Even if you are a fighter and I, a writer, You seem to need me so I will guide you so, Little soldier, you should've stayed a child for a little while longer, It was not your time to see piercing spears and impaling blades on a blood strewn battlefield, Young minds are not meant to don old armor, But why, oh why in my naivete did I lead you here?
Please don't follow me, not anymore, I have no trust in myself to hold your guiding torch, I might burn you with a single blind swing, Just as I had all that long ago when I singed my own wings, I have a lot to say, but too little courage to tell; Apologies are on the tip of my tongue, but they can't seem to spill.
Little child I love like my own, If you were to forgive the one who raised you, Would they not hurt you anymore?
I will give you every reason I could think of, so you would let go, I'm afraid if you stay by my side for longer than you need to, I'd harm you just like all those years ago, I never lay a hand against you, but I broke that porcelain pedestal, And the shards of porcelain left bleeding cuts I could not mend.
I'm sorry, my dear, I wish you the best.