shut the fuck up ctommyinnit is a shapeshifter and you cant change my mind
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Compass
Cold metal around my neck,
Bitter yet comforting all the same,
The tangy smell of copper and smoke,
Filling my brain.
The compass that always points to you,
My one dear friend.
Yet we’re separated across the blue,
Because of you,
It was the end.
Two compasses made to shine,
Two compasses lost to time,
One blown up,
One thrown away,
Perhaps it was always meant to be this way?
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Ok but what if just hear me out nrc staff x character tommyinnit yuu platonic like the yuu went through the same stuff as c tommyinnit
And are about the same age as Tommy so like 16 and HAD 3 lives but now has 1
And like their just as choatic as him but also has the same trauma
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Wilbur could’ve never, ever brought Tommy back to Utah with him. Because he recognized that he and Tommy had grown apart. His sweet Tommy, his baby brother, had grown up while Wilbur hadn’t been looking. He had been beaten, and bullied, was killed and was carved into someone new.
Someone who no longer had to relied on Wilbur for everything.
Someone who had been cursed by the people around him, and yet, still looked at the world with so much love and kindness and joy.
Wilbur had been his world once, but now, Tommy had people he loved on the SMP, and people who loved him back, as tumultuous as their history had been. Tommy was healing and he had begun healing without Wilbur.
Wilbur, who had spent 13 years alone with nothing but his thoughts and concrete walls and train whistles that were never meant for him. Wilbur, who had been broken by the people he loved and decided to destroy his world with them still in it. Wilbur, who was still sick and needed help and recognized he could not find that in the SMP. Wilbur, who loved Tommy, who gave his all for his joy, who chose to tear it down when his light was stripped away.
Wilbur, who tried to apologize to everyone he could, so they could have something left of him that was not riddled with craters and covered by ash. Who knew he could not make his everything happy, if he had asked him to come with.
Because Wilbur knew Tommy would say yes.
Because Tommy loved Wilbur, just as much as Wilbur loved Tommy.
And Wilbur not spend the rest of his life, watching that spark of joy slowly disappear from the arid desert heat and loneliness and having to support his ill brother alone. Wilbur could never do that to him. Not to his little Tommyinnit. Not to his Tommy, who had, once, not been quite as angry.
No.
This time, Wilbur’s solitude was a choice.
A choice made so he could finally, finally. Apologize to himself.
He could not heal in the SMP, but Tommy could.
So this was where they must part.
The next time they would see each other, perhaps Wilbur could finally be content.
So, Wilbur sailed away, on a simple wooden boat, in a thunderstorm at night, and went back home to Utah.
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"So, do you know what, if the roles were reversed as you said, yeah. Yeah, you probably wouldn't exile me because I would've actually listened to you and done what you said, and maybe had a couple ounces of respect. You messed this up for no one but yourself."
"People used to tell me it wasn't my place to speak and then I decided everywhere was my place to speak. And ever since then, my life has gone so much up"
...I'm actually keeping back my tears while writing this cause these episodes were like a punch in the guts. These two... my Gods ;-; their relationship is so wholesome I can't-
They are literally like the sun and the moon, they complete each other and if either one goes missing there is no more balance. I don't care if I fucked up both my hands drawing this, I HAD to draw this piece.
I'll go back watching the episodes now and crying on my bed. Pray for me.
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