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zeta-in-de-walls · 2 years

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TommyInnit Times article

Hey, so Tommy apparently did an Interview for the Times. I’m copy and pasting the whole Times article for those who can’t access it. It’s a nice read. Enjoy!

If you’ve never heard of Tom Simons — aka TommyInnit — your children most definitely have. The 18-year-old gamer from Nottingham is one of the world’s most successful online streamers, with 40 million followers across all social platforms hanging on his every (loud) word and anarchic in-joke. You know, the kind of shouty Minecraft-related banter that tweens and teens find hilarious but leaves their parents baffled.

There’s no doubt he’s a master of his craft, with Guinness world records for most viewers of a Minecraft livestream on Twitch, the gamers’ platform, and most followed Minecraft channel. His net worth is estimated to be $10 million. His live show in July at the Brighton Dome sold out within 24 hours and he had a book published this week. Not many gamers make that crossover, or have their first interview in The Times come to that.

Simons must be one of the richest self-made 18-year-olds in the country and has a running joke with his subscribers that he’s a billionaire. (It’s presumably a joke, but he won’t be drawn.) “It’s cool I’m set up for life, but it doesn’t feel relevant to who I am. I don’t spend very much,” he says. “It hasn’t changed how pissed off I was when they upped the cost of the bus fare by 10p to £1.30.” He seems to mean it. This summer he visited fellow YouTube millionaires in their mansions and on private jets in LA, but he’s content living in the two-bedroom flat in Brighton he bought from his landlord, and his mum still orders him a Tesco shop occasionally.

He’s definitely got one over on the kids at his secondary school in Nottingham who made fun of him after they discovered Channelnutpig, the first gaming channel he set up on YouTube aged 11. He was mortified and took it down immediately. “You want to fit in and make friends, and in year 7 you’re beginning to understand that girls exist,” he says. “So it wasn’t that cool shouting, ‘Hello everyone, it’s me, Tom!’ on my channel every week and have people play that back in front of you.”

Two years later he migrated to Twitch, again streaming Minecraft videos and filming banter with his online friends, and at 14 began the TommyInnit YouTube channel that now has 11.8 million subscribers. This time he kept it secret. “Every time we’d be in a science lesson and they’d show an educational video my eyes would be glued to the ‘recommended’ on YouTube in case I popped up and people found out. I kept that secret for so long. I had 100,000 subscribers when people started finding out. “When I got to 100,000 there was this weird new respect everyone had for me. I’d walk through the hallway and they would still glare at me, but no one would shove me. It was like I had a force field around me. It was so strange. I remember a week before someone getting me in a headlock and shoving me around. I thought, ‘Wow, I’ve levelled up!’ ”

Was he bullied at school? He pauses. “Just normal arseholes, not anything more than anyone else. I was quite quiet. I just teetered on the edge of being funny enough that people wouldn’t beat me up. If someone was shoving me around I’d just make jokes and they’d leave me alone. But also funny enough that no one thought I was cool. At all. Which is the exact place I’m in now really.”

Simons is more quiet, thoughtful and endearing in person than he is on his channels or in the book, a collection of silly quotes and zany ramblings. He’s a self-confessed nerd (“My dad and I are massive nerds”) and says that his audience are mostly “the people I would hang out with at school, who were awkward like me”. He adds, “I’m quite anxious in real life, but I’ve always been very social on the internet. If you message someone and they ignore you, who cares? It’s not real life.”

He believes that most of his fans are aged between 14 and 20, but he knows that a lot of younger kids tune in for the Minecraft banter (or possibly the swearing). A year ago he started a YouTube channel under his own name to make real-life videos that now has 5.6 million followers. It’s free to subscribe — his earnings come from the advertising. He recently spent a month in New York vlogging his daily antics, such as I’m literally Spider-Man, in which he dressed up as the superhero, and Making 100 Friends in 1 Day.

Why does he think he’s so successful when there are others creating content along the same lines? He’s perceptive in his answer. “I think it’s the loud funniness — me having fun with my friends. But there’s also this element of warmness. It’s welcoming and safe,” he says. “It’s never toxic or preying on other people. Nothing is at the expense of anyone else. It’s better for the world not to say the easy, rude joke or the put-downs. There’s so much of that on YouTube.”

He says that his parents have always been supportive. His dad, Iain, was in the gaming industry, owning an arcade in Nottingham before setting up the GameCity festival. He now works with his son.

Simons’s mum, Sarah, is an actor-turned-English teacher for adults with disabilities who set up the further education group, UKFEchat on Twitter. “She was on Twitter long before I was,” he says. “Now she has a cool internet personality advising people how to keep safe online.”

She was less cool, he admits, when his GCSEs were approaching in 2020. “She sat me down and said, ‘Right, you have 100,000 subscribers and that’s really good, but you need to take school seriously. I know you’re not revising and your grades are dropping.’ She was right — I was getting grade 3s in science. Then that week we went into a global pandemic and I didn’t do a minute of revision as the exams were cancelled.” He ended up with a very respectable collection of GCSEs, including a 9 (the top grade) in English language. “It was the perfect amount of ‘mum points’ I needed to spend the [lockdowns] in my bedroom making videos.”

He then went to college to study for a BTEC in film and TV. By now he was vlogging and would spend time out filming. “Near the start of the second year I remember saying to my tutor, ‘I’m sorry, I can’t make it in very much.’ He said, ‘Listen, I shouldn’t say this, but we’re teaching you the thing you’re already doing so if I were you I would drop out.’ So I did. I started college with a million [subscribers] and ended it with ten million.”

When his schoolfriends were studying for their A-levels this summer, Simons already had his own flat in Brighton, renting then buying it. However, he says: “A lot of people want to live a lavish life and I just don’t. Mum still orders me a Tesco shop occasionally and will say, ‘I knew you needed groceries.’ I’ll say, ‘How on earth did you know that from Nottingham?’ ”

He says that his parents were no pushovers when he was younger and his dad refused to let him play Grand Theft Auto 5, even though his friends were allowed. “He said: ‘It’s got strippers in; you murder in that game. You’re 12, you can’t look at that, I’m sorry.’ They were really on top of it because they understood [gaming] and they communicated with me about it. When it turned into a career, they said, ‘OK, it’s important. We get it.’ But they’d still make sure I didn’t stay in my room all day. I’d still have to walk the dogs and [we’d] have dinner as a family.”

Simons doesn’t know how his career will unfold. He’s also getting used to being recognised. “Walking through Brighton I can hear my name being whispered all around me. It was a big adjustment. I became a bit scared of people after being inside for a year [during the pandemic]. I forgot how big the world was beyond my screen, but I’m loving it now.”

TommyInnit Says . . . The Quote Book by Tom Simons, curated and edited by Wilbur Soot, is published by Quercus, £14.99

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strangleetomz · 4 months

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helping the pain

lee!revivedbur, ler!tommy

summary: wilbur has always experienced back pain, but ever since his revival it’s gotten worse. tommy decides to try and help with that.. but of course, it derailed— not exactly in a bad way.

word count: 1,278

this was supposed to be a tickletober fic, i’d never finisbed it until now. and of course, we have to end the year off with some crimeboys tickles. :]

this is officially my LAST fic of 2023! enjoy🤍

During L’manberg times, Wilbur was known for overworking himself.

He did it very often, too often. It was concerning, and many people worried for him. But he didn’t care; it was important work that NEEDED done! He couldn’t just take breaks.

Well, now, all of that came back to bite him in the ass.. Or, more like in the back. Because he always kept such terrible posture with how much he was in the chair, and all he had in limbo was concrete floor and walls?

He came back to life with a shit load of back / shoulder pain and problems.

And there was one person who fell victim to his complaining over it.

Tommyinnit.

Wilbur had a tendency to complain about his back or shoulders hurting when he was around Tommy. He’d attempt to stretch—never ended very well. It just hurt. He did often crack his back, while it did help for about five seconds, the pain would come back not long after.

He was currently with Tommy, which his shoulders were absolutely killing him, by the way. He made an attempt to stretch his arms out to help, before Tommy spoke up.

“You do realize that won’t help, right? Same with cracking your back, you do it too much. You’ll just worsen it.” Tommy spoke flatly as he looked up at Wilbur, setting down a flower he previously held to push his white streak of hair out of his face. Seeing Tommy do this made Wilbur do the same with his own.

“I haven’t got any other options, do I?” Wilbur rolled his eyes. “It’s not my fault.”

“Well.. It is, though. We did tell you, you should have stopped overworking yourself. Or to at least fix your posture; God, that was awful. And it still is! You do not learn, do you?” Tommy was lecturing Wilbur now, which only made the brunette place a finger to Tommy’s lips.

“Shut up, child. I don’t need a lecture from you.” Wilbur glared at Tommy, who just shoved his hand away.

“Okay, well, constantly cracking your back or doing.. whatever that was, isn’t gonna help it. Do you want me to help, or something?” Tommy placed a hand on Wilbur’s back, as if he were comforting him.

“Nothing will help it, I’m sure this has to be permanent by now.” Wilbur’s tone remained monotone, he sounded annoyed in a way. Stressed?

“Uhh..” Tommy thought for a moment. “Would a massage help..? It would at least relax you a little bit.” He offered, but even he sounded unsure.

The suggestion made Wilbur pause; he hadn’t been given a massage in… Well, he didn’t even know how long.

“Maybe? I don’t know..” Wilbur ran his hands down his face, a deep sigh escaping past his lips. This seemed to be bothering him more than Tommy thought.

“Alright- uhm.. Let me just..” Tommy moved from his current position, and sat on his knees behind Wilbur. He gently placed his hands on Wilbur’s shoulders; Wilbur tensed up almost immediately.

“Fuckin’ hell, man,” Tommy muttered under his breath, it was really all he had to say.

“Don’t judge me.” Wilbur rolled his eyes, tensing again as Tommy began massaging the area around his shoulders. Isn’t this supposed to make him do the opposite?

“I’m judging you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hey, I’m trying to help you, don’t be a dick!” Tommy poked Wilbur in the dead center of his spine, grinning as the man arched forward with a soft squeak. He went back to massaging Wilbur’s shoulders, being as gentle but firm as he could.

After a few minutes, Wilbur finally relaxed a little. This made Tommy smile. He moved his hands a little closer to Wilbur’s neck, his thumbs firmly rubbing the spot in small circles.

Wilbur immediately tensed again, reaching his hands back to grab onto Tommy’s and stop him. Tommy smirked knowingly.

“Really? You can’t even handle a little massage?” He teased, freeing his hands from Wilbur’s hold with ease.

“Shut up, you fucking bitch!” Wilbur smacked Tommy’s hand.

Tommy placed his hands back near the crook of his neck, smirking when Wilbur flinched.

“Tommy, don’t even think abOUT IT!” Wilbur’s voice cracked when Tommy very, very lightly dragged a single finger down the back of his neck. A shiver went down his spine, he was quick to grab onto Tommy’s hand again. This didn’t stop the teen, absolutely not.

“I’m thinking about it. Wanna be a dick again?” Tommy placed his hands back on Wilbur’s shoulders.

“No! No.. Just- Continue, please?” Wilbur sighed, relaxing his shoulders.

“Hmm. Apologize first.” This sentence made Wilbur immediately turn himself around to face Tommy.

“Apologize!?” Wilbur sputtered. “No, I didn’t even do anything! What have I got to apologize for?”

“You told me to shut up, you called me a bitch, and you hit me! Apologize!” Tommy complained as he crossed his arms. Wilbur rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you deserved that. I’m not apologizing.” The look on Wilbur’s face became smug, as Tommy’s fell into a blank stare.

“Hm. Alright then.” Tommy hummed, and didn’t say a word as he latched his hands onto the sides of Wilbur’s ribs, digging his fingers on the spaces between the bones.

He couldn’t help but smile as Wilbur went from being smug and cocky, to panicked and shrieking of laughter.

“You going to apologize?” Tommy moved his hands up, vibrating his fingers under Wilbur’s arms as the man fell to the ground helplessly.

“NOHOHO!” Wilbur pressed his arms against his sides in an attempt to evade Tommy’s stupid, horrible, evil tickling.

“No? Okay.” Tommy easily turned Wilbur over and pinned him down, making him stuck laying on his stomach. Tommy’s hands found their way to the backs of Wilbur’s ribs, and he dug his fingers onto the spot. Wilbur screamed, immediately reaching behind himself to stop Tommy, but finding it to be quite difficult.

Tommy really couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Wilbur like this, a helpless mess of giggles and shrieks. It was adorable.

“How about now? You gonna give up?” The teen kept his teasing tone. It pissed Wilbur off how easily flustered his little brother could make him.

“NOHOHO!” Wilbur was now screaming in laughter, barely being able to muster up any words aside from “FUHUHUCK!” and “NOHOHO!”

“Apologize!” Tommy nagged, clawing his hands up and down Wilbur’s ribs. He even shot one hand up to vibrate on the man’s underarm..

That’s what did it for Wilbur.

“OkaHAHAHAY! I’M SORRY! PLEHEHEASE!” Wilbur pleaded, and Tommy immediately stopped and moved back a little. Wilbur melted against the ground, greedily taking in big gulps of air as he tried to compose himself.

Tommy placed a comforting hand on Wilbur’s shoulder, frowning a little at the way the man tensed.

“I’m done, Wil. I promise,” Tommy’s tone flipped around entirely, switching from teasy and a little pestering, to sweet and reassuring. This relaxed Wilbur.. He hadn’t felt relaxed in a long time.

And Tommy is the one who helped him.

Tommy.

Wilbur took a deep breath and looked up at Tommy. He was quiet as he spoke, “thank you.”

Tommy blinked, then smiled fondly. “You’re welcome.” He looked down at Wilbur.

“..Do you want to get off the grOUND-“ Tommy yelped through his words as he was suddenly pulled down to the ground by Wilbur. Tommy rolled his eyes as Wilbur wrapped his arms around the blonde’s torso, cuddling him close. This wasn’t like Wilbur, at all. But Tommy wasn’t gonna complain about it.

“..You know we can’t just lie here on the ground, right?” “Yes we can.”

“…Alright then.”

A/N: Honestly I cannot believe 2023 is about to be over. Time flies.. a little too much. I just wanted to say that I am incredibly grateful for all of the support I have received this year, and for the friends I’ve made and the friends who have stayed with me throughout everything. I love y’all, thanks so much. Happy New Year 🫶❤️

#strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #mcyt tickle #ler!tommy #ler!tommyinnit #lee!wilbur #lee!wilbursoot #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle fic #sfw interaction only #sfw tickle fic #strictly sfw #sfw only #sfw blog

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bittersw33t-lotus · 1 year

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Gatoooo

Tommyinnit x Reader

CW: None just fluff and swearing b/c it’s Tommy

A/N: this is just a quick little blurb I made, also I’m Kinda basing the cat off my cat :)

Edited? No

The first time Tommy came over to your house was when he first met your fur baby.

You an Tommy were just relaxing on your bed watching tv (Hamilton-). As you watched the film a realization came to Tommy’s mind, “Hey, I just realized, I still haven’t met your cat.” He says looking at you as you look around your room and to the cat post where your she would usually be. “Huh… She’s not here so she must be outside right now.” You said, as on que, a blob of white pounced on you bed startling Tommy. “Oh there you are bee!” You say as Bee made her way to you until her eyes landed on Tommy. She seemed to freeze in time as her Irises shrunk into a thin line and her body seemed on guard like coming face to face with a threat. Bee’s icy blue eyes glared into Tommy’s soul as the reminded as stiff as a statue.

A long pause of silence stretched between the three of you.

“whats he doin?” Tommy spoke, feeling uneasy with the feline staring at him. He remained frozen with the same tensity as Bee.

You pet Bee to try and calm her but remained put her body remained tense in place as she continued to stare at Tommy without blinking. “Bee, stop.” You spoke calmly. Tommy then darted his eyes at you still waiting for an answer.

“Sorry, it’s just, Bee doesn’t like anyone else in the room, especially on the bed.” You said as you try and pick up Bee but her nails dug into your bed sheets making it seem like the fabric was glued to her paws as you lifted her up.

Tommy bursted out laughing at the sight which seemed to snap Bee out of it as the feline scrambled out of your arms, retracting her claws and releasing the sheets before jumping off the bed and residing at your bedroom door. “What the fuck is wrong with him!” Tommy cackled loudly as bee confined to stare at him from below. “‘Her.’ And I told you, bee isn’t a fan of strangers in the room.” You corrected before tuning back to Bee who resided in the corner like a wallflower. “Bee it’s okay, this is Tommy.” You tried to comforted the cat as you lay your hand on Tommy’s forearm until Bee hissed at Tommy. “I don’t think she likes me near you.” Tommy spoke. Deciding to test the waters he wrapped his arms around your waist bringing you closer to him, the action caused bee to start growling as her tail swished with aggression confirming Tommy’s suspicions. He chuckles as he brings you onto his lap with your back pressed against his chest. “Yeah bitch, your bitch is my bitch now.” He snickers as Bee just continued to stare Tommy down.

“Tommy please” you sighed as bee spent the rest of the afternoon sulking on the floor in the corner just glaring at Tommy.

But there was no need to worry, as you and Tommy got ready for bed you laid down with you back against Tommy’s chest, your tv playing a show you and Tommy just starting getting into. You could tell Tommy was growing sleepy as his hand he had on top of yours his grip began to loosen and his breathing evening out peacefully. You could feel sleep overcome you as well as your eyelids grew heavy until you felt a weight up against your tummy and soft fur on your arm. You looked down to see a ball of white beside you. You smiled and began to pet Bee as she began to purr which seemed to bring Tommy aware to his surroundings waking up a bit still hazy. “Can I per her?” He asked in a low sleepy tone. You hummed a yes scratching underneath bees chin. “Just be slow when you do.” You whispered as Tommy cautiously brought his hand over to bee who’s eyes were squinted shut as sleep began to take over her. Until her eyes shot open the moment she felt on other hand on her fur. Tommy’s hand froze as bee pulled her head back to examine his hand and sniff it before suddenly she began to press and snuggle against his hand. “Wow she likes you now.” You giggled as Bee’s purring increased. Tommy chuckled and continued to pet Bee snuggling into you more.

It was a peaceful silence as you turned off the tv letting the vibrations and buzzing sounds of Bee’s purrs lull Tommy and you to sleep bee snuggled on your hands with Tommy’s on top of her body.

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #tommy x reader #tommyinnit x reader

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tobylovesspence · 1 year

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Rule No. 4: No Marvel Stans

Warnings: Petnames like baby, sweetheart, dear, and kissing (not a lot) fem!reader, sick simpbur, the usual cursing

~The one where Wilbur’s girlfriend likes Marvel and finds Tommy funny.~

Wilbur had gotten sick and the perfect stream to do when he was sick was a ‘You Laugh You Lose’. And even more perfect his girlfriend had dropped by so of course his perfect idea came to mind. “Baby pleaseee~ Please stream with me! It’ll only take like an hour or two of your time!” His voice was whiny but gravelly due to his fever. You smiled and shook your head, “No hun that’s your time.” He whined, “Please, babyyyy. You’ll have fun!” You laughed softly. “I don’t doubt I will.” And so his whiny self won, you gave in to his begging.

So you sat in the chair. As he greeted his chat. “Hey chat! So today,” He was cut off by his own sniffle. “I’m sick, if it wasn’t obvious, and my sweetheart,” He motioned down to you seated in his chair as he sat beside you. “will be doing a ‘You Laugh You Lose’ for me.” He gets cut off by a video of Tommy, the infamous ‘That’s What I Like’ video and you burst out laughing. “That was not funny Y/n, do not laugh at them, you’re trying not to laugh.” He said with a joking pout. “Sorry sorry, I’m bad at not laughing.” You try to straighten your face as Wilbur talks to chat for a moment. “OBJECTS I’VE SHOVED UP MY ARSE!” Blares in your ears and you turn away. “Trying not to laugh dear?” You shook your head, “No, it hurt my ears.” And he laughed at you for a second. “Oh Wilbur lost a life! Goodbye Will!” He frantically shook his head. “No, this is you not laughing not me!” You sat back up, staring into the camera. “Should we kick him out chat? Chat says yes!”

Wilbur whined, “Chat is mean to me Y/n, don’t encourage them.” You just looked at him, trying to keep your face straight. That one anime video he hated flashes across the screen and he quickly shut it. “No! Fuck you guys! No!” You bit your bottom lip as he glared at you, “Uh-huh, yeah, laugh...do it.” You held your breath. You turned back to the monitor, waiting for the next video while Wilbur continued to stare at you, leaning in. “Wilbur, I swear if you yell in my ear.” He just giggled and laid his head on your shoulder.

Just then a stupid Marvel video came on and you laughed. Wilbur tilted his head up to yell at chat without realizing before he did and turned around to you. “Did you just fucking laugh at a Marvel meme?! Are you a fucking Marvel stan?!” He then turned to see who sent it. “I’m banning them.” He continued to chant it over your giggles and protests. “Oh my god, it was sent in by FUCKING TOMMY?!” He turned his head slowly, staring at you. “You just laughed at a Marvel stan video...sent in by Tommyinnit.” It made you giggle even more when he dropped his jaw.

Then Charlie’s corn skit came on and your giggling increased. “Y/n, you’re out. You laughed at unfunny videos, you’re done for, goodbye chat-” He began to bid farewell to chat when you jumped forward, pulling his arm away from his keyboard. “They say one more life, yes they said, one more life, baby pleasee!” He looked back at you as you pleaded, “Please?” He leaned in, “A kiss for a life.” You chuckled at his feverish state but obliged, kissing his cheek. “No, my lips!” You shook your head, “I’m not getting sick.” He whined and “That’s What I Like’ blasted in your ear followed by a dono from Tommy, “ISTG ONE MORE FUCKING TIME U PEOPLE SEND THAT VIDEO!” the dono yelled in your ear as you continued to laugh. “Alright, I’m done, goodbye chat!” And Wilbur shut off the stream giving you a kiss. “You aren’t allowed on my streams anymore, Rule #4. No Marvel Stans.”

#wilbur x reader #wilbursoot #wilbur soot #wilbur x y/n #wilburylyl #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you

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gayritory · 1 year

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GN! Having fun in the rain with CCs (very cute)

Tws: Being naked (unsexual), mention of drowning, mention of being sick, cussing, pet names. one mention of "y/n"

I'm a new writer please give feedback and requests:))

Karl Jacobs

-Tbh out of everyone i think Karl would be the funnest person to be in the rain with.

"KARL ITS RAINING HARD TODAYY!!!"

*you both squeal like fan girls*

-for some reason you guys decided to go outside FULLY NAKED.

"LOOK AT ME IM NAKED IN THE RAIN NEXT TO KARL JA-"

"rain dance?"

-yep you guys danced in the rain...- NAKED...

- surprisingly it wasn't awkward at all.

-it was very fun.

"TAKE ME TO YOUR BEST FREINDS HOUSE-"

"MARMALADE WERE MAKING OUT"

"OHHH yea-"

-that guy ruins your singing by bringing you into his chest and kissing you.

"i love yo-"

"DONT TAKE ME TOUNGE TIE-"

"Y/N YOU RUINED THE MOMMENT" your lover said while giggling.

-you obviously ignored him

"-I LOVED YOU THEN I LOVED YOU NOWWWWWW"

-the whole time you said that you were pointing at his chest while looking up at him lovingly and him looking down at you in awe

-he adores you so fucking much <3

"one two three four..."

"don't take me tounge tied...."

"I'll stay up all nightTTT"

-lets just say you guys spent your time in the rain having a naked concert

Georgenotfound

"George i know that look- if you drag me out there i will drown you!"

"comeeee onnnn babe... i promise I'll take care of you if you get sickkk...."

"if i get sick that means you get sic-"

*puppy dog eyes"

-his puppy dog eyes always win.

"GEORGE IF YOU RUN IN THE RAIN YOU MUST TAKE YOUR SHOES OF- AYE NO you'll ruin them!"

-george being george, he obviously didn't listen to your motherly protests..

"George, you ruined your shoes......hop on my back"

-you should have never said that..

"HURRY UP HORSEY!"

"I hate you..."

"you love meeeeeeee" he replied back teasingly as he sloppily kissed your cheek.

QUACKITY

-this bitch never fails to entertain you.

-and annoy you..

"COME ON QUACKITY"

"I'm here I'm here"

-man wobbles out with Antarctica suit gear.

"it's raining-not snowing!"

"let's see who gets drenched first then!"

"QUACKITY- GO BACK INSIDE AND CHANGE"

-he comes out 20 minutes later.

"what the fuck"

"WHAT IF I DROWN HUH?"

-man walks out with scuba gear and swimming flippers.

-at this point you gave up. You just want to have a cute-cliche moment.

"fine fine! don't give me that look..."

-he comes back 5 minutes later with a fake, angry pout on his face.

"FINALLY! LETS GO KISS IN THE RAIN-"

"and possibly drown at the same tim-"

-you shut that boy up with a kiss but he still manages to ruin the romantic moment.

*HACK HAWK COUGH HACK*

"QUACKITY- what the fuc-"

"WATER GOT IN MY MOUTH AND I ALMOST DIE-"

"-QUACKITY I WILL DEAD ASS DROWN YOU IN THE GUTTERS!"

-that shut him up real quick.

Tommyinnit

-this boy obviously had to record a TikTok.

"Why can't we just spend time together without you recordin-"

"HELLO TIKTOK IM IN THE RAIN WITH MY GIRL FREIND"

*points camera towards you*

*you give evil glare*

-he then stops recording, only to hold his phone up on a tree and start recording again.

"TIKTOK- WE ARE HAVING A ROMANTIC MOMENT"

-he then rapidly takes both of your hands and starts awkwardly swaying your guy's hands back and forth.

-after awhile of awkwardly swinging hands, Tommy randomly decided to roughly spin you around...

-Causing you to fall down.

"TOMMY!!"

"WAIT- HAHCK.. WAIT.. NO, ARE YOU OKAYYDHSHS?"

"Die"

-tommy slowly helped you get up, while both of you laughed.

-he then decided to spin you around and catch you in his arms causing you to look up at him in awe.

-you both didn't say the "L" word yet but moments like this prove that your love for him is aliv-

"NOW SPIN ME!"

- AYE- DONT INTERRUPT M-

*he throws him self on you- causing you both to stumble a bit*

"Tommy..."

"wot." He looks up at you with his arms wrapped around your neck and his head on your chest.

"i love you tom.."

"i love you too" he mumbles out as he gives you a peck on the nose.

-whatever love birds

Wilbur soot

-out of everyone Wilbur is definitely the most romantic

-SHOWERS IN THE RAIN!

"imagine the rain stops-"

"WILL! don't say that-"

"then everyone will see our butt-"

"WILL!"

-even though you both saw each other naked before, you both decided to wear swimsuits.

-for paranoia reasons yall decided to go to your guy's backyard..

"will- heh, you look like a street rat... HAHAHA"

"and you look like a mop, m' love."

-he could be insulting you and still make you feel flustered.

"aww is my little baby flustered?"

"n-NO!"

-BRO WASHING EACH OTHERS HAIR WOULD BE SO CUTE!

-like you already love touching each others hair- but washing it...

"your hair is so soft, m' love"

"WILL! ARE YOU SMELLING MY HAIR?"

"I LIKE THIS SHAMPOOOO"

-manz would forget about everything and just focus on the feeling of your hair around his fingers.

-even though you love him touching your hair, you wanted to touch his..

"Will! Are you doneeee? my feet hurt... n i wanna touch your hair :("

-You mumbled the last part but he still some how heard you.

"awe babyyyyy-"

*you give him a pouty glare which tells him not to tease you..*

"okay okayyy, i have an idea."

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"WILL IM NOT SITTING ON THE WET GRASS!"

"of course not! You can sit on my lap"

-thats how your legs are wrapped around his torso, head in his shoulder, playing with his hair as he plays with yours.

-you both stayed in the rain for awhile which led to Wilbur falling on his back causing you to lay on his stomach while you smile up at him lovingly.

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modelbus · 1 year

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Tommyinnit Date HC's

Just some headcannons about dates between you and Tommy :D I've missed doing headcannons and writing for Tommy so here's some unprompted date Hc's!

CC!Tommy x Gn!Reader

Lego Dates!! He loves going to the Lego store with you, but refuses to let you touch his precious build. The two of you often end up just talking while each building your own set.

Of course, there is the occasional missing piece argument...

"Hey! That's my piece!" You exclaim, and Tommy drops the red square into his pile of Legos.

"You took it from me first!"

"What? I literally didn't!"

"You literally did! I can't find another one in this entire fucking pile, so you took mine!"

You lean forward, snatching up a second red square from his pile and holding it in front of his face.

"Please tell me what this is."

"...oh."

Let's be honest, Tommy and cute Pinterest dates don't mesh well. Pottery making? Clay dicks and a weird cup-bowl-plate-"what the fuck is that"-thing. Cooking? Somehow everything is undercooked or overcooked. Axe-throwing? Actually, you wouldn't let him near an axe out of fear for everyone's lives.

That doesn't mean you don't occasionally try around the holidays. It just means it manages to go horribly wrong in the funniest ways.

"So how do I ice skate again?" Tommy asks, holding his arms out.

With his legs bent and wobbly, the closest thing you can describe him ice-skating to is a newborn deer. A really pathetic newborn deer.

"I can't believe you told me you knew how to ice skate." You laugh, skating a bit away from him then circling back.

"Fuck you! Help me!"

"Push off with one foot angled, like I am. Glide, Toms."

"Glide. Got it. Gl- AHH!"

"TOMMY!"

Movie nights are the best, though. You two have movie nights a lot, so there's a set schedule of whose turn it is to pick. He picks a ton of Marvel movies, along with some funny ones.

And there are always snacks, more than just popcorn. Twin snake gummy worms, M&M's, whatever you like.

+ CUDDLING!!!

Tommy also makes quick comments or jokes that seem to always be perfect.

Fancy dinners aren’t really his thing, he’d much rather joke around in a McDonalds or something.

that being said, if you want a fancy dinner, he will 100% take you to a fancy dinner. Just with a little complaining.

Oh! And trips!

Tommy likes to take small trips places, and you’d definitely go with him. Wether it’s a trip to a different country or just a different city, it’s always fun with him.

…as long as something doesn’t go terribly wrong, that is.

“I’m never flying again.” You swear, glaring at Tommy.

“It’s not my fault they lost your bag!”

“I told you this was a shit airline, but no-“

“We can just stop and buy clothes. I need batteries anyways.” He shrugs, looking down at the camera in his hands.

“I am not wearing goddamn Hawaiian shirts.”

An hour later, you walk out of a store with a bag full of Hawaiian shirts and a laughing Tommy.

Most of your time is spent with him and friends though, or the both of you just sat in his flat.

You surprised him with a comedy show once, and now you both love comedy shows (especially crowd work ones!)

#tommy innit #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommy mcyt #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit x you #dsmp tommy #tommyinnit mcyt #dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine

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m0on-shro0m · 6 months

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Saw something over X/Twitter and it was a clip from Tommyinnit’s video how he and Mumbo build battles Jack and Grian? How Jack made a pit in his and Grian’s cottage, then only explained the pit as “The pit :D” like some cryptic until just breaking “Its a pit :|”. Then they said “Secret Life ep1 in a nutshell”

(The person who posted is @thetomato_soup or display name as Vera🚦[Go check them out they are pretty cool I think])

Well this got me thinking

What would Jack’s and BigB’s dynamic be like? (This is gonna be about their characters and not the ccs soooo-)

I mean, c!Jack was never takin serious (like somebody I know *cough cough* Jimmy *cough cough* /j) other than by c!Nikki, and he was mischievous as well villainous because his hatred for c!Tommy.

Now this isn’t all about c!Jack’s evilness because this also goes out for any other Jacks because they are just mischievous and again not taken super duper serious.

BigB on the other hand is kind and sweet and a funny silly guy! He isn’t taken serious either or at least he doesn’t try to be serious— that was until Limited Life as far as I’m aware, he begins his journey of being just observant and watching.

Onto Secret Life, BigB by the moment he creates “the hole”, he is absolutely cryptic gaslight gatekeep girlboss!

So with these two, my brain had processed their duo to be

Jack: “I am the Mastermind and he’s my accomplice”

BigB: “You’re still alive because I made a promise”

LIKE BECAUSE OF THE FACT BIGB WAS IN EVOSMP AND DEFINITELY HAS BECOME MORE WATCHER LIKE THROUGH THE LIFE SERIES AND ITS JUST LIKE DIEJIEJEIE

Bro just imagine after Jack is being picked on and all and then fucking BigB from going all sweet and sunshine- just immediately gives death glares and pulling his watcher card on whoever was messing with Jack.

I CANT HELP BUT JUST IMAGINE THEM AS THE EVIL VILLAIN (who is actually cringefail) AND THE HENCHMEN (who is secretly mischievous)

Welp those are just my thoughts! Good day-night people!

#bigbst4tz2 #bigbstatz #bigb #jack manifold #dsmp jack manifold #osmp jack #life series #secret life #trafficsmp #trafficblr #I CALL THEM THE PIT PALS! OR DIGGING BUDDIES! OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT!#can’t you tell how mentally ill I am about duos?#I LOVE MAKING DUOS #GIVE ME CHARACTERS AND I WILL LITERALLY CREATE ANYTHING BETWEEN THE TWO #EVEN IF THEY NEVER MET #ILL EASILY CREATE SOMETHING FOR THEM

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maarriiii · 1 year

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Simp (Part 2) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: Oh wow, thank you so much for all the love for the first chapter!!! It means a lot. Also, i have another fic called Happy (Sad) New Year if you’re interested in seeing. And another thing is that I might update this series weekly.

Summary: You might have a crush on Tommy’s cute tall friend with the glasses.

Pairing(s): CC!Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader, CC!Wilbur Soot x actor!reader.

Warning(s): None.

italics: streams

my masterlist :))

After your Twitter interaction with TommyInnit, The same thing happened again, funnily enough, was with a friend of Tommy’s and fellow streamer. You recognized him from the first vlog you’ve watched of Tommy’s, the cute tall one with the glasses. Wilbur Soot was his name or at least that was what people called him. Again, your fans tagged you in various posts, moments caught from his stream. In one of those clips, he jokingly banged his fist on his desk.

“That was suppose to be me, chat! I like them first! It’s not fair. Tommy keeps rubbing it on my face.”

There was another one where he talked about when he first liked you.

“I found this soundtrack, right, chat. And it was from this movie. I searched it up, watched it and just immediately it became one of my favourite films. They played one of the characters in it and I found out they wrote a song from the soundtrack that coincidentally is my favourite.”

The thing that got you though was when he complimented your singing and writing in the song that you wrote. You remembered being scared shitless for that particular role for two reasons. One, you never sang in front of that many people before and it made you nervous. Two, although you loved writing songs—you have a journal filled with unfinished songs—you didn’t think you had the ability to write one that was vital to your character’s arc.

“They have a very good voice in my opinion, no, a great voice actually. And that specific song was quite relatable for me—I’m pouring my heart out here, chat, and here you are calling me a simp. Fine, go ahead, call me a simp. I don’t care. Maybe I am a simp. What about it, chat?”

You thought it was really sweet how he thinks of you and you couldn’t help the slight fluttering in your heart and the butterflies in your stomach when his fans tell him that he has a crush. Also his cute smile didn’t help at all with the sensation growing inside you. Honestly, you could just watch a video of him smiling over and over again.

For days, you keep thinking about him which was frustrating and exciting in some way. You felt like a teenager again, crushing on a boy that smiled at you in passing. You haven’t told anyone about it, knowing that everyone was going to tease you if they knew and would try to convince you to reach out to him. You wanted to, badly even, but life in the spotlight has its ups and downs. You don’t want the paparazzi to be crowding and violating this man’s private life just for the sole reason of trying to find out who you might be dating next.

You were scrolling down YouTube again, filling the time as you sat down in the hair and makeup trailer, when you came across a band. From experience, artists you found on YouTube most of the time was your cup of tea so you clicked on the video titled ‘Taunt’ by Lovejoy. The already enjoyable song got more enjoyable when you saw the familiar face that had been invading your mind. You eyes grew wide, your head no longer bopping, and finally that feeling in your heart returned.

“Don’t smile too much. I’m doing your powder.” One of the makeup artist spoke, moving a brush across your cheeks.

“Oh shit, sorry Sloane.” Yet, you smiled again as the video plays out.

Sloane smirked, looking at your phone screen. “Know one of ‘em? Is that why you’re smiling all of the sudden?”

“I know that tone.” You glared at the older woman beside you. “And yes, I do know one of them if you must know.”

“Which one?”

“The one with the glasses and the hat. The tall one.”

Sloane leaned closer. “He’s cute.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I can see why you’re into him.”

“I did not say that I like him.”

“You didn’t have to.” Sloane pointed the brush she was holding at your face. “Your smile already did.”

When you realized Wilbur Soot have a band, the obvious choice was to go on a rabbit hole of listening to their entire discography. It took a few listens but their songs grew on you and eventually made their way into your various playlists—some grew annoyed listening to you repeating their songs. Now that you found a perfect opportunity to try and talk to Wilbur, the only thing that’s left was the execution. You didn’t want to make it too obvious that you’re trying to reach this guy. You could only imagine the article they would write about and you didn’t need to be ask about “a mystery guy” when doing press junkets later on.

“What are you scared of? You’re just posting about this band that you like. You’ve done it a million times.” You said, trying to calm yourself.

With one last inhale and exhale, you began typing. Your heart beating vigorously with each letter that you pressed. It was incredibly ridiculous how nervous you were. You kind of wished someone was there to give you some emotional support but alas you were alone in your trailer.

“Okay, that’s good enough, I think. Not too long, not too short. All that’s left to do is post it.”

Your thumb hovered over the button, still contemplating whether or not this was the right choice. Maybe you should’ve chosen the lowkey route. Just slide into his DM’s like many of your friends did. What if he doesn’t see it? What if he doesn’t interact with it the way his friend Tommy did? What if he turns out to be an absolute dick? The possibilities were endless.

When the waiting and the doing absolutely nothing began eating you out, you decided it’s now or never.

“Fuck it.” You closed your eyes, pressed the button and the deed was done.

#simp #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x you #wilbur mcyt #mcyt x reader #cc!wilbur

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2-sleepy-for-this · 4 months

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Cause for Celebration

hey guys, here’s the new years fic I impulsively decided to write last minute. Sorry to say it’s not beta read or checked but it’s just a lil oneshot I wanted to get out before midnight.

tw ~ loud noise, Tommyinnit at night

word count ~ 930

Philza followed his daily routine just like he always did after sun down, he walked through the inner workings of the house, it’s walls and vent were familiar to him so much so that he didn’t even need a light when walking. He had rather good night vision as a borrower as well which he was glad for.

He made his way through the tunnel that would take him to the inside of the snack cabinet, admiring the way the light flittered through the cracks of the floorboards overhead. He liked the little things, pun intended, and tried to take things slow despite borrowers quick paced nature.

Not that he needed to be paranoid anymore, the humans of the house, the three beans that had been brothers without other family, knew about him.

No need to hide from the supposed danger, his sons. Despite them not being his by blood, his paternal instincts went wild when he first moved here, and he wasn’t even sure why until he was caught by Techno and found out they were orphans. That didn’t sit right with him.

So of course he had immediately adopted them all, regardless of the size difference and from that point on he was their father, their tiny father that loved them very much.

He was shaken out of his thoughts by loud footsteps running down the hallway he was under. It must be Tommy, that teenager still didn’t understand the concept of quiet, even with a tiny father.

Phil was curious to see what Tommy was so excited about though if his footsteps gave any indication to his mood. So he shifted his course to the nearest wall exit he had, though he still took his time getting there.

At least, he would have if not for the sudden pounding in the wall near his living room exit, accompanied by sounds of a gremlin child screeching for him, the familiar sound of:

“Phiiiilllll!”

He huffed to himself at his youngest’s attempt to get him out of the walls. Well, it worked, but Phil didn’t mind if his sons needed something.

“What do you want, gremlin child?”

He crossed his arms, walking out of the wall with a glare, no real heat behind it.

“It’s new years! You gotta celebrate with us, dadza!”

Now this was new… what was that? Sure, Phil knew human beans had holidays for a lot of things, a lot more than borrowers had, but new years? What was the point of celebrating a new year when it was just the passage of time?

Tommy seemed excited about it though, and Wilbur and Techno were there sitting on the couch too… he couldn’t say no to spending time with his sons.

“Alright.. so what exactly do we do?”

“Watch the ball drop, it’s on the television.”

Wilbur pointed to the TV, a machine he rather enjoy watching during family movie nights, it was on a channel show a brightly colored gigantic ball on a building and a countdown timer underneath it. Phil had to admit, the colors were very mesmerizing.

“And once the clock reaches zero we celebrate and drink.”

Techno chimed in with a smirk, Wilbur butted in at Philza’s apprehensive expression.

“Grape juice. We drink sparkling grape juice.”

He clarified with a chuckle, Phil sighed in relief, he couldn’t have his sons drinking alcohol at their ages, he knew that humans needed to be twenty one years old for some reason and he trusted human law when it came to his boys.

Philza agreed to staying and together the family watched the television and laughed, telling stories as time ticked on. It was times like this that made Philza truly happy in his lifetime. If he heard a year ago that this would be his life, sitting with humans who deemed him their dad in a home that felt safe, he’d scoff and say it was crazy…

He liked this crazy life.

Even as Tommy managed to drain his energy before midnight, passing out on the couch while Wilbur and Techno had a ‘civil’ argument with Phil sitting on Techno’s palm, he felt happy. This was the kind of life he thought wasn’t possible for a borrower like him yet he was living proof it was.

Finally his sons, minus Tommy, started counting down from 10

He was held close by Techno, the surface of his palm rough and textured nicely.

Phil was given to Wilbur and he was hugged against his chest, he clung to the fabric of his sons favorite yellow sweater, feeling comfort.

He looked at Tommy, his youngest son asleep, looking so peaceful as he slept. Phil smiled softly at his secure feeling.

1…

“Happy New Year!”

Three of the four shouted, Phil could care less about how his ears rang at the noise, he could only feel love as he watched his family, Tommy jumped up awake from the jump scare and shouted.

Once they calmed down from the height of the night they were all quick to settle down, the television was off and the lights were dim as the brothers relaxed on the couch, too tired to go to their respective bedrooms. Phil didn’t care though, because while they were all on the couch together it meant he didn’t have to go back to his room in the walls either.

He didn’t have anything to worry about as he laid down on a pillow in Techno’s lap between Wilbur and Tommy. Maybe new years wasn’t so bad.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ happy new years! Hope y’all enjoyed and my posting schedule will hopefully get better so dw if you gave me a oneshot prompt!

tag list:

@da3dm @i-am-beckyu @lunar-but-little @phoenix-on-the-run

#giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t #mcyt g/t #giant!techno #giant!tommy #giant!wilbur #tiny!phil #<3 #new years g/t #Love borrowers being confused about human holidays

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theredflagsjustlooklikeflags · 2 years

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Discipline (Yandere! C! Dream X Reader)

TW: toxic relationships, delusional mindset and yanderes

Dream was irritated. It was a long day. He had to deal with the problem child, Tommyinnit and his patience was becoming thinner by the minuete.

At least, he’d be back to his beloved soon. As Dream was making his way through the woods, he fantized what his return to the cottage would be like.

The masked man would slowly knock on the door twice. Then, (Reader) would swing it open, sporting a glowing smile. Dream’s face would immediately light up when he sees their contagious grin.

After, (Reader )would wrap their arms around his neck while he gently grabs onto their hips. He would take off his mask and then the two would then close the space between them.

He was knocked out of his delusions when he spotted (Reader) standing at the door with their desperately grasping the bottom of their shirt. Their gaze was fixed to the ground.

The man shook his head. What the hell where they doing out out of the cottage? He told them they weren’t allowed to step foot outside unless he was there. (Reader) was far to fragile.

He approached them in a hurry. His boots echoing on the ground. (Reader)’s head shot up.

Anger was present in their eyes. Why are they angry. He should be the one that’s angry. Dream should be enraged. How dare they disobey him, after everything he’s done for them.

His eyes narrowed as he towered over them.

“Dream.” (Reader) spoke as they stalked up to him with an intense glared present on their face. “Wh-“

“Get back inside.” He whispered in a tone so calm that it was eerie.

“No.” They stood their ground. He then leaned down and whispered

“(Reader), I’ll only say it once. Get your ass back in the cottage or their will be consequences.” He scolded them like one would a child.

“Fuck you.”

Dream’s lips formed a little smirk at their words. This was gonna be good. He thought he needed a break after dealing with To my, but maybe he truly craved was this.

“What did you say?” He said this while slowly advancing towards them.

(Reader)’s rage quickly morphed into fear as they backed up back inside the house.

Once he was in the house, Dream tore off his mask. He then, locked the door.

People needed discipline to stay discipline. Whether that be someone like Tommy or someone like (Reader). Dream needed to teach them. He needed to teach the world that no one talks back to him.

No one.

@haannaa1 @aspengracek-twitchtv

#yandere dsmp #yandere dreamwastaken #yandere dreamsmp #yandere dream smp #dsmp angst #dsmp x you #dsmp #dsmp fic #dsmp x reader #c!dream x you #c!dream x reader #c!dream #dream #yandere dream #yandere!dream

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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MCYT with a reader who would literally get into a fist fight for them?? Literally, if someone even looks at them wrong reader will throw hands. It's literally that meme (Random person) "GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH" (MCYT) "it don't bite" "YES IT FUCKIN DO-" I'm sorry I'm feeling silly 😔

OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE THIS PROMPT AND THE REFERENCE TO THIS MEME LMFAOOO OH MY LORD BSHWJRHEJJAJW ; very vine oriented so I apologize. you threw me into a loop referencing that

MCYT ; "anytime, anywhere, I'd beat a bitches ass for you"

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, slimecicle, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, talk of blood/injuries, physical fighting, vine cringe because I got very carried away and you can tell

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he was one of those kids in high school that made light offensive jokes but would never fight anyone over anything, he's not a violent person at all other than in his jokes

but God forbid some random person look at you two weird in public, you're on their ass

you're more offended that they were judging Tommy at all, you couldn't care that they were judging you

"sorry, do you have a problem?" You squint your eyes at the person, "me and my boyfriend are just trying to shop and you keep following us around and staring, like, can I help you?"

just a teenage Karen

yall do take it outside when the motherfucker follows you out and begins to record you

you beat this fuckers ass to a PULP

Tommy's just holding the few bags of stuff you'd purchased staring down, jaw on the fucking floor like "Oh my God wtf do I do"

he had the vlog camera on so he kinda got it all on video before he pulled you away from the person

yall sprinted the hell away bc the security guards were running towards yall 😭😭

#neveridentified

#the person admitted guilt anyways and said they were planning to hurt you so no point in trying to track yall down for self defense

#i barely know the law shush

TUBBO

he physically has to hold you back from fighting people

"y/n, it's fine. they just want a reaction"

"let me beat them up!"

the other person's like "yo wtf is wrong with you????"

"sorry, my partner acts like a hostile animal when people piss them off, sorry"

he appreciates you defending him though, he does like using you as a weapon because he thinks it's funny

I mean at least you guys don't have to worry about getting kidnapped or anything because you'll be there to kick the motherfuckers ass

"GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH"

"Oh they don't bite, it's okay 🥰"

"YES THEY FUCKIN DO HELP"

RANBOO

they just kind of accepted that you were like this

"I do not endorse violence unless you are y/n. I can't make them un-violent. I have tried, they're a vicious guard dog now"

hurricane Katrina? more like hurricane tortilla when you enter the building

yk the free style dance teacher vine? that'll be ranboo out in public and someone will stare at them all weird and you'll glare back

"walk away, walk away" you mumble, watching the person hurrily walk away as they see you like glaring daggers into their skull

your dynamic is the one vine that's like "Oh can I have a sip of your water?" and "It's not water or vodka, it's vinegar" "bitch what"

then you'll go make angsty edge lord posts to the one bojack horseman audio "I'm not a violent dog" and insert a clip of you beating the shit out of someone in high school

FREDDIE BADLINU

you post the "look at all those chickens" vine on your Twitter everytime you see a hate comment made for one of you

you love instigating fights w people online it's the funniest fucking thing

if you don't know how to reply to some dumbass edgelord response you'll just spam the guacamole vine until they shut up

"wait, why does y/n have so many soaps?"

"MIND YOUR FUCKIN BUISNESS DAVID"

Freddie's response to your violence is usually the saxophone seal vine. he genuinely laughs everytime he sees you fighting w someone online

sometimes you'll stream it while you wait for a response and while you're fighting online trolls who've been brainwashed by Twitter

"You're gay?!?!?!?11??11"

insert the "ms keisha dead" vine and the battle is over idk what to say

fight fire with fire I guess

NIKI NIHACHU

she hates yet loves that you'd fight ppl for her

oh, someone treated her wrong? you'll be trending on Twitter for fighting the person

#y/u/n will literally be at number 1 for a week

people edit the fight too

she appreciates it though, even though she doesn't exactly like to promote violence, she'll accept it from you

"Oh, don't worry about them, they're just a little... nervous around people sometimes"

"nervous? girl that mf is SNARLING at me"

you'll see a post that's like "me when someone tries to start shit w my s/o" and reply with the "hahaha I do that" vine

when I tell you she CACKLES reading online fights with people 😭🙏

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

"get the F off my yard!" proceeds to have to drag you away from situations where someone's actin a little funny in a /neg way

he genuinely thinks you fighting people for him is funny

he'll tell the stories on stream and to his friends like "dude they fucked this guy up, I honestly feel bad for laughing"

honestly most the time it's people victimizing themselves

like that one meme where the lady very obviously and fakely falls over that bench on LIVE TELEVISION.

he's your biggest supporter

he's the old guy from that one vine of the kid singing "Oh wait a minute mister postman" and he does the whole ass high note

"here's y/n fighting someone for idk what because they're talking to the police 😋"

you're a problem at this point

QUACKITY

you've physically fought so many wild racists for him it's crazy

he'll gladly cheer you on

"AHHHH COME GET YO DOG BRO HELP"

"Oh it don't bite"

you proceed to bite the bitch

online fights are usually responded w the purple teletubby twerking meme

"L don't be a weak ass racist pussy next time"

you fight Logan Paul for some reason??? Twitter drama mostly

don't worry quackitys there to watch

17-3 don't worry... ehehehrhahahha

when he tells you that you need to stop instigating fights you send him the "They ask you how you are but you just have to say that you're fine when you're not really fine" meme BAHDNHAHA

FOOLISH GAMERS

"YOU KNOW WHAT DUDE? IM OUTTA HERE" vine in a nutshell with you two. I can't explain this but it makes sense I swear

"whatd you do to your eyebrows?" meme except its "Whyd you fight that person!?" "I don't really know!"

Twitter fights are like "and they were roommates!" "ohmygodtheywereroomates" I swear to fucking god

you love instigating shit with Twitter trolls

when you stand up for him/reply to edgelord haters for him he replies with the "country boy I love youuuuuuu" vine

"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKIN MONEY!" vine with the law and order intro is literallt how physical fights go

let's just say some stalker edgelords tracked you guys down at the streamer awards...

HE AND PUNZ GENUINLEY CHEER YOU ON

here you go trending on Twitter again

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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zero-to-zero-to-zero-again · 6 months

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A Pair Of Oddities (1)

Words: 2,608

TW's: Angst, Fear, Mentions of Bile, Needles/Syringes, Dehumanization, Referring to a Person as an "It", Mentions of Selling/Buying People, Mentions of Suffocation, Mild Violence

Characters: C!Tommyinnit

Summary: A pixie finds himself in a strange new world full of people who aren't quite...real

Aka: I putted pixies and robots into a blender :)

I accidentally posted the unrevised version so surprise reupload with some really tiny changes (no pun intended)

“How do we even know this thing is safe?”

“We don’t. That’s why we’re putting this in first.”

Blinding light flooded through the glass and Tommy blinked hard to clear the purple spots from his sight. Warped faces stared down at him from beyond rounded walls. If it were the first time he was on display, he might’ve bothered to tell them off. He’d learned the hard way that within the confines of that jar, he’d only hurt his own ears trying something like that. All he could do was glower up at them with the fury of a thousand suns and throw silent promises of bloodshed whenever he was given the opportunity.

The pixie had begun developing a list. It was the only thing that kept him sane most nights he spent there. Once he got a little bigger and a little meaner, he’d pay everyone who wronged him a visit to return the favor tenfold. Of course, the list had grown impossible to keep track of as the days crawled on. Even if he could’ve somehow written it down, he would’ve been just as likely to run out of ink as he was space on the page.

“How do we get it back after?”

“We don’t. We just watch through its eyes.”

Tommy had been pretty lost through the whole conversation but that part was what really threw him for a loop. What exactly were they planning? The lid was hastily unscrewed overtop him and tossed onto the table. He went limp as a doll when he felt rough fingers seize his waist. The tiny bite marks littering the offending digits served as a testament to his every attempt at rebellion.

Tommy’s stomach lurched as he was lifted up far too close to the man’s face for comfort.

“Per oculos creaturae.”

By the time the realization of the warlock’s intentions dawned on Tommy, it was already too late. The man’s irises lit up a sickly yellow. His magic was cold, unyielding no matter how hard Tommy’s biological defenses pushed against it. A yellow haze blurred the edges of his vision.

“There. Now I can see everything it does,” the magician announced. When the pale light faded from the man’s eyes, so did the fog around Tommy’s. A surveillance spell. Of course. They'd already pinned his wings and locked him away in a jar. Why not strip him of the only part of himself that was still his own?

“What if it closes its eyes?”

The warlock paused to glare at his companion.

“Yes, I’m sure that it’ll just keep its eyes shut the whole time it’s in another dimension because who would possibly want to look around in a place like that?”

Alright, alright. I was just asking,” the warlock’s elven companion insisted.

“Just light the candles,” the other snapped.

Another dimension? This was bad. Really bad. Tommy had been all over the lands, though most of his travels took place against his own volition. But this? This was a whole new animal. A world that could’ve been made completely out of lava, for all anyone knew. He’d be so far from the place he grew up in. So…far…

The flurry of panic in Tommy’s mind dissolved all at once like candy floss in water.

He’d be so far from this place.

A whole other world where nobody from the old one could reach him. Hell, if it was just a world of fire, it would still be a step up from the fantastical wasteland he’d grown up in. The pieces of a terrible plan were slowly falling into place.

Tommy was haphazardly dropped onto the table as the rest of the preparations were made around him. They had no reason to keep such a close eye on him. He was just a dumb pixie that they’d snuffed the spirit from. What could he possibly get up to? He scanned the desktop for anything useful. Since the place was a mess, it wasn’t difficult to find a myriad of different objects. Enchanted items, spell tomes, potions, gryphon claws, phoenix feathers, and-

Tommy fought a smirk.

An unattended glass of milk. The cure-all for nearly every spell, enchantment, and curse alike. He wasn’t the type to count his hippogriff eggs before they hatched but this…well, it would take more skill to mess it up than succeed. He glanced over his shoulder. The men scrambled about the study, neither one paying an inkling of attention to him.

With a final breath to steel his nerves, he scrambled up to his feet. He staggered, immediately tripping his own feet to land right back where he started. Walking was apparently a task easier said than done with the clothespin weighing down his wings. Alright. Scooching it was.

His eyes were fixated on the pair of busybodies still rummaging about the drawer, slowly sliding backwards. He nearly flinched when he bumped against something solid. It wobbled as he nudged it and he could only cringe and pray it wouldn’t spill.

He rose to shaky feet, barely using the glass to support his weight. He dared to turn around only for a split second to hoist himself up over the cup’s rim. The glass trembled beneath him. He only needed a little. A desperate hand reached for the drink a tantalizing distance away, the other hand braced against the cup to keep him steady. He dipped his fingers into the lukewarm liquid, hastily smearing it across his tongue. It was a drop but it was enough. More than enough.

His very veins flushed, cleansed of the unwelcome spell that had previously permeated through them.

He fought a sigh of relief as he scrambled to return to his previous position on the table just as the men returned.

“Ready?” the magician asked.

“Ready,” the elf replied.

Ready,

The elf kissed his fingertips, pressing them to each of the wicks of the candles in the enchanted circle. Warm flames gradually flickered to life. Tears of black wax spilled down onto the finished wood below. The warlock picked up a knife and slashed a clean line across his palm, shallow and long. Crimson liquid dribbled onto the lead rune.

Beams of violet light had already sprung to life before the warlocks had even begun his enchantment. His eyes were screwed shut as the slew of nonsense spilled from his lips straight into the circle of symbols. A jittery current rippled through the desk beneath Tommy.

One by one, the red flames blinked violet. The thrum of magic in the air was so heavy that Tommy could feel it in his chest. The objects littering the desk shook as the power grew focused and concentrated, draining into the waiting runes.

The light was blinding. A swirling vortex of purple and pink flashed like strobes, forming a hole in the center of the table. A hole with no perceivable bottom. Tommy had never been more tempted to throw himself straight into something. But he had to wait. Just a little longer.

“Holy Fates! It’s working!” the elf exclaimed.

The warlock's hands weakly dropped onto the table. He panted like he’d just run a mile.

“Unclip it and drop it in,” the exhausted man instructed.

A hand reached for Tommy.

“Wait!”

The elf’s fingers fell just short of the pix. The warlock’s face grew tense, eyelids fluttering in strain.

“The spell’s not working,” he said, paling in realization. His attention snapped to Tommy. That was all the motivation the pixie needed.

He heaved his body backwards, launching himself into the swirling void of color. A hand lashed out towards him. The massive fist closed around the air mere inches away from him. He laughed hysterically as he shot up double middle fingers at the two men gawking down at him.

“Later, dickheads!” he shouted. And, in all honesty, he didn’t care what he found or didn’t find on the other side of that portal because just seeing the looks on their faces made the entire risk worthwhile.

The world unraveled around him, sealing him away in the mass of colors. The constant strobes made it hard to keep his eyes open. The haphazard motion of his body being jostled about was nearly enough to give him whiplash. There was no end to the tangle of colors. The same, repeating pattern of hues went on for what very well could’ve been miles. Tommy was never much of a gymnast but the amount of backflips he did in that moment would’ve put any acrobat to shame.

All at once, it went still.

Well, all except Tommy.

His stomach dropped into his feet as he plummeted through the air. He flailed about wildly in a desperate attempt to steady himself. It was all futile as he was stuck in a constant state of tumbling. He probably screamed. In all honesty, he couldn’t hear a thing over the roar of the wind in his ears.

The first thing he registered was the wetness. The thing that finally broke his fall was wet. And freezing. And suffocating. Between the iron clothespin threatening to drag himself further into the depths and the residual vertigo from the fall, he didn’t stand a chance of finding the surface. By sheer luck, his feet hit something solid. He didn’t hesitate to use it as a launchpad. As soon as his face breached the water, he swallowed down a much needed gulp of air.

He threw himself onto the solid rim he found surrounding him, arms gelatin beneath him. He hacked so hard he could’ve sworn he’d sprained a lung-if that was even possible. All the water he’d stolen returned to its source and then some. Residual bile burned at the back of his throat. Between the erratic rise and fall of his chest, Tommy managed a single phrase.

“Holy shit.”

He slouched against the porcelain edge. The world around him was…bizarre. A normal enough blue sky with normal enough clouds and green grass below but that was about where the similarities between their worlds ended.

A deep red building was incongruous with the green lawn and white flora.He couldn’t even tell what material the thing was made of. Fashioned into sharp, rectangular shapes, the wall was adorned with panels that were almost a bizarre imitation of wood.

He sure would’ve loved to get a closer look. He glowered at the clothespin holding his wings captive, reaching at it with desperate fingers to no avail. He huffed. Maybe he could convince some local to take it off for him but finding someone would probably involve actually getting to the ground-a task easier said than done given that whatever dish of water he’d landed in was cradled in a pillar just tall enough to make a drop from that height lethal.

Great.

He was officially stranded.

Tommy’s ears twitched at the sound of a door opening. When he looked up, he found the glass door on the side of the building was all wrong. It didn’t pull in or push out. It slid. The pixie’s mouth fell open in utter shock. The person who stepped outside was wrong, too. Though they looked like your average common elf-sans the pointed ears-they didn’t move right.

Swathed in a ridiculous monochrome outfit, the woman made a b-line for him with feet that walked in a perfectly straight line. Her arms swung ever so slightly with every step, flawless face adorned with a smile that looked like it had been plastered right on there when she was born and hadn’t been removed since. The eerie grin left ehr full set of polished white teeth on full display.

Tommy froze.

He should’ve run. Definitely should’ve.

But he couldn’t.

Even if he wasn’t stuck suspended high up in the air, he was petrified by the unsettling woman before him. She stopped a few feet short of Tommy and bent down at the waist. Even the angle of her posture was too perfect. Was this thing even a person? It sure did look like one but Tommy could’ve sworn her chest wasn’t even moving.

Like she wasn’t breathing.

He was looking at her chest for scientific purposes, of course.

“Source of motion in custom name ‘birdbath’ identified,” she announced. Tommy’s eyes darted about the yard in search of who she was talking to only to find it entirely vacant beyond the two of them. “Scanning.”

Tommy went rigid as brown eyes lit up an icy blue. She looked him up and down. The gesture was probably the most familiar thing he had yet to experience in that place. It was like they were sizing him up to buy him.

“Scan complete. Organic lifeform not found in database. Blood sample required for further analysis.”

Did she say blood?

His stomach twisted in knots as she held up her hand. A narrow, metal needle emerged from the tip of her index finger, glinting menacingly in the sunlight.

Tommy ducked just in time to evade the needle that cut through the air above him. No way the people around here had weapons built into their skin! How unfair was that?

He dragged himself up further onto the very ledge of the porcelain dish. Though his body was made even heavier by the addition of extra water, he managed to hoist himself up onto the back of her hand. He shuddered at the feeling of skin too smooth and unmalleable to belong to something living.

She didn’t even have veins. What exactly was this thing?

He didn’t have much time to stand around and wonder. She reached for him with her opposite hand. He raced straight up her arm, hardly finding enough traction to run. His saving grace was her sleeve. He twisted the sleek fabric in his fists with every intention of gracefully descending until the woman bucked like a montaur.

In an instant, he was on the ground. He couldn’t even remember the fall. Every fleeting thought of clarity in his muddled mind scrambled at him to run so that was what he did. The dirt beneath his feet shook with the woman’s every step as she started after him.

Unfortunately for her, evasion was quite possibly the only skill he’d retained throughout his whole life. Granted, it had failed him in the past, but that made him stronger. Smarter. He narrowly escaped her swiping hands. Her fingers grazed the clothespin restraining his wings as he dove through the hole in the picket fence.

Tommy half expected her to barrel through the wooden fence but she didn’t. He peered through the slit between pickets only to watch her stop dead in her tracks, turn around, and simply walk right back into her home.

He let out a sigh of relief.

“Organic lifeform not found in database. Blood sample required for further analysis.”

The voice hit him like a stone to the teeth. He forced himself to move, turning to find a man in the exact same uniform as the woman.

The creature…whatever it was-be it a mimic or duplication spell gone wrong-walked towards him with that bone chilling gait. Tommy was catching on to the way of this world very quickly. He would just have to keep moving. Running, hiding, sleeping with one eye open if he ever got to sleep at all. And maybe in that sense, it all felt nostalgic.

A grim reminder that no matter what world he escaped to, he was condemned to the very same fate spent fleeing and scavenging. A pest across every universe. And if he ever got a moment’s peace, it could only mean that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

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