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mertan-fake · 6 months

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Led through the mist by the milk light of moon

All that was lost is revealed

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eight8w · 2 years

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Yeyeyeyeaayuhhh

#dsmp #dsmp fanart #dream smp #dream smp tommy #dsmp tommy #tommyinnit #tommyinnt fanart #mcyt #mcyt fanart #mcyt tommyinnit #c!tommy #art #my art #digital art #artists on tumblr

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sunspriite · 2 years

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DAY 10 : CTOMMY

outfit concept by @picckl from like ,, ages ago ?? never got around to doing something ab it til now tho !!!

#im obsessed with ctommy #and ill never recover #tommyinnit #tommyinnit dsmp #tommyinnt fanart #mcyt tommyinnit #ctommy #c!tommy fanart #c!tommy #mcyt #mcyt fanart #inktober #inktober 22 #inktober 2022 #art #digital art #ecto draws

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idknanmolaalt · 1 year

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My comfort streamers on comfort pic :D

#allium duo #tommyinnit #ranboo #dsmp spoilers #dsmp ranboo #dsmp tommy #ranboo mcyt #mcytblr #mcytumblr #mcyt tommyinnit #art #tommyupdates #tommyinnit fanart #ranboo fanart #ranboolive #mcyt ranboo #tommyinnit mcyt #tom simons #artists on tumblr

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lliwless · 10 months

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Posting this one on its own because I'm still insanely proud of it a year later :)

#tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #mcyt tommyinnit #tommyinnit mcyt #mcyt #mcyt fanart #i'd love to redraw this #i remember it fucking up my wrist for weeks though LMAO #lliwless art

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justinvis · 17 days

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HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY TOMMY! Goodbye to your teen years, it was a wild ride! o7

#dream smp #mcytblr #fanart #my fanart #mcyt fandom #mcyt art #mcyt fanart #dsmp #mcyt tommyinnit #tommyinit fanart #tommyinnit #birthday fanart #birthday #tommyinnit mcyt #happy birthday #happy birfday

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scitty · 8 months

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im bearing your sins

when can I bear mine?

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nimbus-ofthe-sparrow · 11 months

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Chommyinnit

#tommyinnit #mcyt #mcyt tommyinnit #idfk how to tag this #fanart #tommyinnit fanart #mcytblr #yeahyeayyeayheya i made a sideblog dw about it

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round-boys13 · 10 months

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Imagine getting springtrapped in the face and having to live with some kid who makes a living off of murder. couldn't be me.

#genloss #generation loss #genloss spoilers #generation loss spoilers #generation loss ranboo #genloss ranboo #gl!ranboo #ranboo #ranboolive #arginnit #tommyinnit arg #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #mcyt tommyinnit #ranboo fanart #ranboo art

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franticfrogs64 · 6 months

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thinking bout the exile arc recently and oof

#dsmp #dsmp fanart #dream smp #dsmp exile arc #exile arc #tommyinit mcyt #mcyt tommyinnit #tommyinit fanart #tommyinnit #tommyinnt fanart #tommyinnit dsmp #tommyinnit mcyt

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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—business man

SUMMARY | tip number one to survive new york: If you see a blonde british boy running up and offering you pond water, run.

PAIRING | tommyinnit x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | none

WORD COUNT | 1.5k+

AUTHORS NOTES | i've gotten back into the swing of things haven't i

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New York was many things. Dirty. Expensive looking while managing to be cheap in quality. Crowded. A tourist trap. But most of all, it was captivating.

Try as you may, the beauty of the heavily graffitied alleyways and skateparks was not lost on you. Each act of vandalism, each scuff left behind from a sneaker as someone lost their footing on a halfpipe, told a story. Perhaps it wasn't the content of these stories that held your interest in an iron clad grip, but rather the fact that they weren't yours. And you had always had a knack for poking your curiosity where it didnt belong.

Perhaps that's why you didn't do the sensible thing that afternoon and turn to walk away as a yelling British teenager approached you with a bottle of water.

All you had really wanted was to take a quick walk down to your favorite corner store to stock up on the basics for your tiny apartment that cost an arm and leg to live in. Maybe pick up a cookie or something from the bakery near it on the way back.

You figured it wouldn't take long, considering you knew a short cut. Straight through a little plaza located right next to a far more popular park. It was no diamond in the rough so to speak. There were probably dozens like that one sprinkled all around the city, but it offered some relief for your aching feet. If you cut through there and past a little path hidden among some bushes in the corner of it, you'd shave roughly ten minutes off your walk. It was either you took that or you would have to start investing in better shoe support.

"Hey! Hello there!"

Sounds of surrounding foot traffic blended from person to person. No one conversation stuck long enough for you to make out what was being said, but it was fun to try and imagine. Occasionally an odd quote in passing would elicit a harsh laugh from you before it was disguised as a poor cough.

"Hulloooo. Over here!"

Was someone trying to talk to you?

Your brows furrowed, picking up the sound of someone's voice for the second time that past minute, seemingly directed right at you. Your neck swiveled around a quick ninety degrees, hoping to all hell this wasn't some weird catcalling ploy. But all thoughts of anything like that vanished as soon as you found the grinning source of your confusion.

He had the wildest blond hair you had ever seen. It curled into ringlets in some places and clung to other parts of his head messily. Like he had slept wrong on a long car trip across the country.

His hoodie, as red as a crayon straight out of the box, was marked with small print you couldn't make out. It was only until he had begun to get closer—two more people in tow—did you realize you had been stood staring at his hoodie for longer than intended.

"Excuuuuse me!" There was no mistake now that you were the target of this person's interest. That was clear enough in the way he sprinted over, shoes slapping noisily across concrete, just to reach your side.

It wasn't uncommon to be flagged down with strangers holding stuff on the bustling streets of the big apple. Some were nicer than others, simply offering a look at their product before moving on when they got no response. Others took to sneakier and more forceful methods. They were one of the many reasons you had taken to donning a resting bitch face.

"Why hello there! Don't you look parched?" His smile was too wide, too genuine, to be true. Eyes crinkling at the edges with a hint of humor you had the feeling you wouldn't, or rather couldn't, understand even if you tried.

Instincts told you to wave him off and keep going on your merry way ignoring the pain in your feet. But you took one more look at him with his loud accent and crooked smile and decided not to.

"Not really." Your shoulders moved in an up and down motion, shrugging off whatever sales pitch he had set up. "Was about to hop on over to the store. Gonna get a drink there anyways." A lie. But like I said before, you had a habit of becoming to invested in situations like these. And maybe you wanted to see how he responded to your bluff. Just a little.

"Well fair pedestrian—" Wow he really was loud. Energetic too from the looks of it. "—what if I told you I could offer something far better than any bland soda you Americans drink? Hmm?"

"Oh really?" You flicked your gaze to the plastic bottle crinkling in his hand, noting the way it seemed to swirl around with bits of silt and salt in it. "Just looks like pond water to me."

"Ah! A smart customer. Got a melon on their head aye?" He turned to look at his companions now. More specifically at the one holding a camera, a detail you hadn't noticed until now. Not that it bothered you. People always had cameras out nowadays. especially in a city as famous as this.

"So it's just pond water. I'm assuming from that fountain over there?"

"Right on! Big Drink, the water of the future."

Okay maybe you were having a bit too much fun humoring this kid.

"Alright mister businessman." He puffed his chest out at your title, and while you couldn't tell if it was for the presence of a camera or simply because it filled him with a sense of pride, it brought a smile to your face nonetheless. "Say I do decide to take a shot in the dark at your new product. What's in it for me? And more importantly, will my wallet be hurting after our exchange of goods and or services." You winced at that last bit, making a clicking sound with your tounge. "Maybe I can rephrase that better next time."

But the lanky figure next to you didn't seem to mind, letting out a laugh that could only be described as boisterous before straightening back up.

"Well, you'd be the first to invest in this promising product, only at the cost of one hundred dollas! But for you I'll add on a discount of ninety nine percent." His accent thickened a considerable amount on the last bit, presumably with excitement.

"Very generous of you mister businessman."

"Thats mister businessman Tommy to you."

Alright. So you were now standing here, fishing for your wallet in front of three strangers, one of which you were now on a first name basis with. Now that could either be the set up for a very bad stand-up comedy joke, or something to be concerned about. But for some reason, it was the most fun you had had in ages.

"I'll be expecting my share of the cut in the mail when you rag tag lot make it big. Make it out to one (Y/n) the fabulous. I prefer hard cold cash, preferably delivered in an envelope" Your laugh was full of childlike enjoyment as you handed Tommy a crumpled five-dollar bill in exchange for the water bottle. Only after he paused to scribble something on the lable—a detail that you missed.

However, what you didn't miss was the way his smile faltered a little, clearly not expecting the surplus of money even if so miniscule. But you got the feeling he wasn't upset. Just surprised someone would do that in the first place. And honestly, so were you—although not regretful. Still. Bye bye cookie you had been looking forward to. Hello pond water that smelled faintly of piss.

"Consider the other four dollars money for the postage when I get my share of the cut."

Tommy shoved the bill in his pocket. He looked at you with a different flash of something in his baby blues now. A more friendly look—if that was even possible. He was probably the most friendly person you had met, especially on the streets.

"Trust me, you'll get it if it's the last thing I ever do." He gave a goofy salute in your honor, causing one of the camera men from behind to giggle before quieting quickly.

"Good luck with the rest of your sales Tommy." You offered a small wave as you walked off, clutching your newly acquired prize loosely.

Common sense told you to throw it in the first trashcan you passed. Getting rid of whatever plague the liquid might be containing.

But the longer you walked, thinking about that bright smile and genuine joy you had just encountered, your grip only tightened on the plastic.

It wasn't until you were three blocks away from the plaza did you see the number hastily scrawled on the edge of the handmade label. Right next to big bold words, reading Big Drink!!!!!™️

You were quick to utilize it. Probably too quick to be honest.

text sent at 6:21 pm do you give your number out to all your coustomers? must be bad for buisness

text received at 6:21 pm only the fuinny ones

text received at 6:22 pm fuck

text received at 6:22 pm *funny

Yeah. The water bottle was worth it.