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Not to be basic but I am currently writing a GhostInnit fic.

This is because MY GOSH, King of The Nether will take-no exaggeration- YEARS to make considering how long it is and how much I’m heccing procrastinating on it.

Anyways, it wasn’t originally meant to be GhostInnit, instead meaning to be about the song ‘forget me nots’ from an animatic I saw but things change I guess. I hope you guys like it, I’ll try to get it out soon and somehow turn this mess into fluff cause I know ya need it.

#Tommy #tommyinnit #mcyt #dreamSMP

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I read your soul brothers fic and i love it! The dynamic between tommy and techno is so good and im exited for more if you choose to continue! One critisism i have would be that maybe tommy lost his vision at an early age instead of never seeing at all. Mostly because if someone born blind gains vision they cant really understand what they are seeing.

Ah I see, Thanks for telling me. I only made Tommy blind after a few drafts is that may be why. I also was attempting to be more descriptive, I suppose I should’ve discribed things in ways other than sight. Thank you so much :D!

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I’m a girl-boy-person-thingy of my word >:D

Wish granted

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It was around 9 or 10, a dark blanket covered the sky, only the small stars illuminating it.

It was an enjoyable sight, one that Wilbur took the time to look at often.

He had just traded in his classy work suit for a more comfortable sweater, despite being home long ago.

The tall brunette decided to stand from his usual sitting place, a small bench next to a fine looking tree.

Putting his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans, he started walking. Not quite knowing where he was going, simply taking in the scenery of the dark oak trees and fancy restaurants that he’d visited often.

As he stepped into a new type of material, not dirt but sand. He realized he’d wondered to the sea.

It was calming, to let the salty air fill his nose. The knowledge that no one else was near him.

Or so he thought, A large silhouette emerged from the ocean.

He assumed it was just someone going out for a late swim, a bit odd but who was he to judge?

Putting his hands around his muted orange sweater, he looked around him.

It had been a long time since he could be this calm, his brothers always being the more noisy type.

He walked towards the sea, he might get his jeans and sandals wet, but he felt free.

And freedom is worth a whole lot more than some 50% off jeans or some 2 dollar sandals.

He got a good look at the silhouette. Noticing it’s strange figure, he walked to help it. It looked so hurt.

But when he got to it, he realized this was no human, but a salmon.

A rather gorgeous one actually. It’s silvery grey skin, moist from the water, it’s underbelly having a more gold color than the rest of it. And it’s lips seemed kissable....

Slowly he put the salmon back into the water, He knew he’d just given up his love but it was for their life.

~~~~~

He came back the next day. He told himself it was just to enjoy the waves against his skin, but it was a lie.

He knew he’d missed the beautiful salmon.

This time he wore something more fitting, a navy-blue swimsuit and orange-y goggles.

Walking towards the water, he took a deep dive. Small fish were seen under him but he didn’t follow them like he usually did, he wanted to see a specific fish.

He’d given up hope after about half an hour, deciding to go back to the shore.

Low and behold, she was there. The same brown specks adorned her skin, she was laying there comfortably, somehow not worried about her situation.

Wilbur picked her up again, she gave him a look, not one of distaste but of gratefulness, had she known he’d come to save her?

He gave her a small kiss on the back as he let her go.

~~~~~~

She had, he decided, when he came back the next day, to find the salmon there yet again, this time he decided to ask the salmon something.

“Are you really a salmon?” He whispered. Surprised to have it say something back.

“Yes, but I’m no regular salmon. I grant wishes to those who save me, so now you have three wishes.” The salmon replied, a smirk growing on her face.

“I wish that we’ll be together, for the rest of yours or my life.” He said, giving her a loving smile.

��Wish granted.” And those words, were perhaps the truest ones spoken. For they had lived their lives together, and would forever be willing to do it again, even after their mortal time on earth came to an end.

@racooninnit-brainrot

Tell me the angst ideas or I’m writing a graphic romance fanfic on salbur

Ooo, that sounds cool! Do it bitcH.

#bestiality #bestiality tw #tw bestiality

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Love

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It was a late evening in Thneedville. Late enough to be dark by then.

Dream had recently moved to it to escape the non-stop violence of the DreamSMP.

He walked around the town, bought a few bottles of air and a loaf of bread.

He slowly took a bite out of it and noticed someone walking near him.

He had a dark cloak on, clearly attempting not to be seen.

“Umm..Hello?” Dream asked, wanting to know what the purpose of this strange man being here was.

He turned around and stared, like a deer caught in headlights.

“I-I’m... You’ve probably heard of me as the man who ruined this place.” He said, sounding ashamed. He lifted the hood of his cloak above his head.

“Oh- The onceler?” Dream asked, his heart skipping a beat. The man looked... regal.. He had a large mustache and soft skin and....

Dream had never meat such a handsome man.

“That’s me.” The man’s raspy voice was almost scary in a way.

“Well..” Dream stepped towards him, offering him a hand. “Would you like to stay with me?”

The onceler was clearly taken aback by this but composed himself quickly.

“That would be nice.” He said, a small smile getting onto his face as it came closer to Dream’s.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Years later, They still lived together. More than friends, lovers.

“Hey, Oncler...” Dream said to him, caressing his soft mustache.

“I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He whispered into the oncler’s ear before getting on his knee.

“Will you marry me?” He asked.

“Yes.”

IM NOT GONNA TELL YOU CAUSE YOU FALLED ME A FUCKER YA BIG BULLY

NOOOOOO,

TELL ME YOU FUCKER

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You asked for it....

IM NOT GONNA TELL YOU CAUSE YOU FALLED ME A FUCKER YA BIG BULLY

NOOOOOO,

TELL ME YOU FUCKER

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High school

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Tommy was an outgoing student. Always was, but back then that made it appealing to be his friend. Now, it makes people uncomfortable, the prospect of him bringing so much attention to them.

Even so, he managed to find a friend group, settled nicely in the mythology club.

He had recently taken an interest in one particular god.

The god of Blood, known by the name of “Λεπίδα“ which today means, “Blade.”

He is the god of war and blood.

Tommy’s been studying a lot about him, there aren’t many books on him, though.

The few books on him seem to disagree completely, some say he fought Aries for his right in the pantheon, others say he was assassinated by Hermès as a favor from Aries. But a lot say that he went out of fashion right when Aries was brought back into it.

This has established a sort of rivalry in between the gods and-and-

“Okay Tommy, I know you’re interested in gods but you need to focus on doing the thing in front of you.” Said Sam, he’s been an older brother figure since... for a while now...

“Okay, Sam....Di’head...” Tommy whispered that last part, making sure Sam was out of the room before doing so.

He pulled out a book instead of actually doing his homework.

The only actually informative book he had on The Blade.

“Sun tzu- Blade of War.” It was written in a frantic scribble and had ink splotches on it as if it was written in a hurry when someone just woke up but it was still very good to read. In fact, the style of the book made it even better as Sun Tzu would usually be very collected with his speech, for some reason not on this book. That made it special to Tommy.

Plus, this book is the only one of its kind, and Tommy is very proud to own it.

What he wasn’t proud of, was getting it stolen.

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“The only Sun tzu book that the world hasn’t seen, I bet we’d get loads of money on it.” One of the bulky kids chuckled, flipping through the page of the book he’d stolen.

He walked through the school, it was dark but he could see perfectly. There was an odd sensation to it, he was sure it would’ve been cold but it’s hellish hot and his heart beats are pounding loudly, yet his heart is beating normally.

It’s not bad, just new.

He broke out into a run, sweat was dripping from his face. He didn’t know why but he was filled with a sudden rage. The want for his book back.

The need for his book back

“Hey, I don’t want to fight you but you should really give me my book back.” His voice sounded different. Maybe it was puberty? It was deeper, more even, less accented. Strange.

“Not a chance, Buddy.” Said one, he was hooded and had the book, throwing it to his pal in crime and running towards Tommy.

He threw a punch. Suddenly, Tommy lost his want for a peaceful resolution to this tale.

He wanted blood.

Tommy moved, different directions, switching between all the ways each second.

He got the opposing students disoriented before throwing one against the wall.

They didn’t move, paralyzed by fear. The most movement made by someone who wasn’t Tommy was a shiver.

He moved forward grabbing the book but then someone started running.

Coward.

He chased after him. Tackling him against the hard floor.

His hand pierced through the student’s chest. A bloodcurdling cry was heard by everyone in the school.

Everyone but Tommy. He was too focused. Focused on grabbing something from inside the student.

A pretty, beating, and bloody heart was in his hand.

Without a single bite, he swallowed the thing whole.

And then, he walked away. The sound of the scream replaying in his head and damn... Damn if it wasn’t the most satisfying thing he’d ever heard.

He went to sleep, the sound of screeches pounding in his head, never really reaching him.

Well, not for a few hours. It woke him up at around 3-ish. Those damn screams pounding in his head. Telling him to get up, to run. His bed which seemed so comfortable suddenly felt like sleeping on nails. Each and every one piercing his skin.

He quickly got out of bed, running out of the apartment. He didn’t know why. He wanted to stay but... he didn’t. He kept running. Running. Running. It was a familiar path but.... It’s been a while since he took it.

It was the path that led to a cemetery. The one where his brother, Wilbur Soot, lay. A resting corpse of someone who was once vibrant and full of life.

He wouldn’t come back, but something told him he would. If he just dug. And so he did, nails getting covered in dirt. Hands getting sore.... But he kept digging.

It was a challenge to break open the coffin but it was nothing compared to digging 6 feet of dirt.

Inside the coffin was a skeleton, the meaty bits gone.

He wouldn’t come back. Tommy knew that. So why did he hug the skeleton and beg for him to do so?

Suddenly, the skeleton, the coffin, and the sore feeling in Tommy’s hands vanished. Another voice joined him.

And old familiar friend.

Wilbur Soot.

“Hey Tommy, it’s me. I’m back!” It said, warm, cheerful voice.

But he wasn’t. Tommy knew that.

So he ran. That’s all he ever did. But you can’t run from your own self.

The voice of the student quieted down, like a puppet being thrown away. Now it was the voice of his brother taunting him.

Strained and hopeless, it clearly didn’t want to say the things it did.

The false reassurances that would never, ever be true.

By the time he reached his dorm room, everything was worse. Home is where the heart is but he couldn’t hear a single beat from his heart.

He called out for Sam.

Sam was no where to be found.

He looked for something. Anything that would remind him that this wasn’t Wilbur. Anything that would stop him from falling prey to this cruel, cruel joke.

He found a beanie and a sweater, he rushed to put it on.

The voice calmed down, more pleasant. He knew it wasn’t Wilbur but it was nice to hear a voice that sounded so much like him sing again.

He slowly checked the bed to make sure it wouldn’t hurt him, And laid down. He wanted to think about what just happened but, before he knew it, he was passed out.

That was his mistake.

He was greeted with a piglike man. One who wore a farmer’s outfit but a king’s crown.

A rake in one hand and a sword in the other.

He walked up to the young boy. Tommy’s light blue eyes connecting with his soulless black ones.

It was The Blade.

“Hello, Tommy.” His voice somehow cut through the agonizing screams. This wasn’t just Wilbur’s and the student’s. It was thousands of souls, begging to finally be put out.

“I-“ he was interrupted.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed how I’ve decided to ‘replace’ your heart beat with something a bit more.. classy.” He said, as if pained wailing was somehow the best noise out there.

“Well, I understand you dislike the change. Do what I say and I might change it back.” He said, a menacing aura coming from him.

“I want you to burn every single book about the god know as Aries.” He said.

“I want you to kill the tyrant known as Dream.” That was an almost impossible task.

“And for my last request for you, errand boy....” His eyes lowered.

“Bring me the head of Sam Innit.” He smirked. Sharp teeth showing.

“No- I- Isn’t there something else I could do?! I mean I know you had a rivalry with Squi-“ He was interrupted yet again.

“It was barely a rivalry, I won and that was the end of the story. Besides, he faded away just like me. Burning every book about him would hardly be a challenge.” The pig-ish man said, rolling his eyes.

Suddenly, the young boy woke up. The screaming was louder still, and he had a lighter in his hands.....

He supposed he was lucky that mythology club was having a meeting today. It would be a lot easier to get his hands on the books about Aries that way.

Killing Sam and Dream would be much harder tasks.

Would he ever accomplish them?

~~~~~~~

Years later. The screaming stopped.

He’d gotten used to it. The Blade still was able to torture him, but not enough to get him to hurt Sam...

He thought he just got bored of it....

He was wrong, so, so wrong.....

Today, instead of visiting the grave of Wilbur Soot, He’d visit the grave of Sam Innit.

One of the worst parts about being a puppet on a string is that not only do you have no free will, you don’t have a memory.

Tommy killed his brother, and he would never know about it.

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Thank you for reading ^-^!

I hope you enjoyed *v*.

Let me know if any creators are uncomfortable with the contents of the fic and I will take it down :b

If you have any triggers that you want tagged in this fanfic, please talk to me :).

Criticism is welcome as always,

Ta-ta :D!

#gore #gore tw #tw gore #murder #murder tw #tw murder #possession #possession tw #tw possession #screaming #screaming tw #tw screaming #torture tw #tw torture #torture #sorry the ending was a bit rushed #I was getting tired #and didn’t quite know how to end it #I still hope it satisfied you #I might rewrite it #cause I don’t like it that much #tommy #tommyinnit #techno #technoblade #Wilbur #Wilbur soot #awesamdude #Sam #dreamwastaken

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Ta-da :D!

I died a while ago cause Files killed me. I got a new persona in. They’re like an enderman tree hybrid thingy. Do you want a picture? I have a ton of pictures for them.

YES

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Techno is wanted

/roleplay

 there was a part on tubbo’s stream where ghostbur stares at the technoblade “wanted” sign and removes the bit that says “dead” and just

:’(

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I’ve figured it out! Aureum Bellator is the name those who worship Tommy for his battle prowess call him. Theseus is for those who worship him for his devotion

#mcyt #tommy #tommyinnit #Piglin!tommy #king of the nether

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Sounds great to me ^v^!

Lost

Chapter one

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Tommy was pretty young, he hadn’t really known too much about the world, couldn’t learn more if he wanted to. And by god, he wanted to.

Hybrids don’t exactly have the freedom to just walk around outside or get books on how things work so most of Tommy’s days were spent inside, dying of boredom and unfulfilled curiosity.

A soul like Tommy’s couldn’t take that.

So one day, he sneaked out! He’d see what the world was like and then he’d come back, quick and easy.

He sneaked out into the unknown in the middle of the night, backpack having the few valuables he owned.

He walked into the forest, it was probably the first time in his life it was actually convenient to live on the very outskirts of town. He walked up a path, seeing a hill with a bench, he’d have to go there someday to watch the sunset, one of the few things he was told about the outside was that the sky was beautiful when the sun was setting.

Then something caught the corner of his eye. It was off to the side but it was glowy making it much easier to see.

Parts of it were made of crying obsidian and yet it was still lit up. Portals made of crying obsidian couldn’t be like up, everyone knew that!

Well everyone except for Tommy who had no clue about this and walked straight into the portal without a care in the world.

That was his first mistake.

His second was not bringing a map so he was completely clueless just how far away from home he was.

He kept walking, not knowing the dangerousness of his current situation.

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Several steps later, Tommy had arrived at what was called a bastion. Not that he’d know that, even with his Piglin genes, he was pretty much clueless with the nether. Or with anything other than combat, that was one of the things he learned from his mother, how to outsmart his foes.

He looked at the bastion in awe. Almost in too much Awe to notice the angry piglin about to burst open the door to break Tommy and all of his hopes and Dreams.

Luckily, he did notice. (And didn’t suddenly just lose all of his hybrid instincts.)

He pulled out his only weapon, a small wooden hoe that he used to farm.

The piglin looked down on him with disgust. Clearly seeing Tommy was a gold-less disgrace. Not even someone worth keeping alive.

~~~~~

He grunted, he wanted to taunt the pathetic little runt of the litter but he decided it’d be better to just put it out of it’s misery.

The hybrid was quicker than he thought, dodging out of the way quickly.

He grunted again, out of annoyance. Chasing after the little freak.

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Tommy thought quickly and pulled out an old fishing rod, it was definitely going to break after this trick but it’d be worth it if he came out it alive.

He carefully but quickly made aimed the fishing rod in a way, it’d wrap around the piglin’s neck and after seeing that the Piglin was held back by this, he ran.

He didn’t look back, he just ran.

He got to the portal and went inside without second thought, getting into it and realizing.

“Oh shi....” he whispered, realizing he was far away from any civilization, instead being in a dessert of some kind, that didn’t make sense at all considering he lived in an icy bio.

It took a few minutes of swapping through the portal from the nether to the over-world to realize, he’s not going to be able to get back to his old town, is he?

He decided to search for help but there was no one around in the dessert so maybe he’d have better luck in the nether?

He was a bit loopy from continuously swapping realms so it took him a second to realize the bastion he went to was the same of the piglin whom he just fought.

But this time, the piglin wore a kind smirk instead of an annoyed sneer.

“Welcome.” He said, pulling Tommy indoors.

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This is it for chapter one of the Piglin!Tommy au. This is an au originally made by the amazing cap’n! ( @prince-ranboo ) who I am helping with it.

If any of the creator’s are uncomfortable with this, we will 100% take this down. And as always, criticism is welcome, thank you for reading.

Ta-ta ^v^

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Lost

Chapter one

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Tommy was pretty young, he hadn’t really known too much about the world, couldn’t learn more if he wanted to. And by god, he wanted to.

Hybrids don’t exactly have the freedom to just walk around outside or get books on how things work so most of Tommy’s days were spent inside, dying of boredom and unfulfilled curiosity.

A soul like Tommy’s couldn’t take that.

So one day, he sneaked out! He’d see what the world was like and then he’d come back, quick and easy.

He sneaked out into the unknown in the middle of the night, backpack having the few valuables he owned.

He walked into the forest, it was probably the first time in his life it was actually convenient to live on the very outskirts of town. He walked up a path, seeing a hill with a bench, he’d have to go there someday to watch the sunset, one of the few things he was told about the outside was that the sky was beautiful when the sun was setting.

Then something caught the corner of his eye. It was off to the side but it was glowy making it much easier to see.

Parts of it were made of crying obsidian and yet it was still lit up. Portals made of crying obsidian couldn’t be like up, everyone knew that!

Well everyone except for Tommy who had no clue about this and walked straight into the portal without a care in the world.

That was his first mistake.

His second was not bringing a map so he was completely clueless just how far away from home he was.

He kept walking, not knowing the dangerousness of his current situation.

~~~~~~~~

Several steps later, Tommy had arrived at what was called a bastion. Not that he’d know that, even with his Piglin genes, he was pretty much clueless with the nether. Or with anything other than combat, that was one of the things he learned from his mother, how to outsmart his foes.

He looked at the bastion in awe. Almost in too much Awe to notice the angry piglin about to burst open the door to break Tommy and all of his hopes and Dreams.

Luckily, he did notice. (And didn’t suddenly just lose all of his hybrid instincts.)

He pulled out his only weapon, a small wooden hoe that he used to farm.

The piglin looked down on him with disgust. Clearly seeing Tommy was a gold-less disgrace. Not even someone worth keeping alive.

~~~~~

He grunted, he wanted to taunt the pathetic little runt of the litter but he decided it’d be better to just put it out of it’s misery.

The hybrid was quicker than he thought, dodging out of the way quickly.

He grunted again, out of annoyance. Chasing after the little freak.

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Tommy thought quickly and pulled out an old fishing rod, it was definitely going to break after this trick but it’d be worth it if he came out of this alive.

He carefully but quickly aimed the fishing rod in a way, it’d wrap around the piglin’s neck and after seeing that the Piglin was held back by this, he ran.

He didn’t look back, he just ran.

He got to the portal and went inside without second thought, getting into it and realizing.

“Oh shi....” he whispered, realizing he was far away from any civilization, instead being in a dessert of some kind, that didn’t make sense at all considering he lived in an icy bio.

It took a few minutes of swapping through the portal from the nether to the over-world to realize, he’s not going to be able to get back to his old town, is he?

He decided to search for help but there was no one around in the dessert so maybe he’d have better luck in the nether?

He was a bit loopy from continuously swapping realms so it took him a second to realize the bastion he went to was the same of the piglin whom he just fought.

But this time, the piglin wore a kind smirk instead of an annoyed sneer.

“Welcome.” He said, pulling Tommy indoors.

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This is it for chapter one of the Piglin!Tommy au. This is an au originally made by the amazing cap’n! ( @prince-ranboo ) who I am helping with it.

If any of the creator’s are uncomfortable with this, we will 100% take this down. And as always, criticism is welcome, thank you for reading.

Ta-ta ^v^

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AHWWWWWWWW NOOOOO

ahaha so these dudes got exiled or somethin :)

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Technoblade- You’re cheating! You’re using a glitch to gain more lives, I can’t believe that my favorite youtuber would be so low. Blocked!

Guys! Here’s the official list of lives everyone has !! Wilbur posted it on Reddit!

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Ahhwwww, Big brother Q

There is something that makes me so soft about Quackity learning about Tommy giving up his discs for independence and realizing exactly why he cares about them so much

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AGENDER gang!

still dont think anyone’ll see this but i id as agender now

#I mean #technically I’m fluid #but AGENDER is what I’m currently feeling #it’s hard to identify as something at midnight

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I-...... MMMMMMM- NOOOOO

Are we not gonna talk about this though?

WTF WAS THAT??

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Tommy is sick of your crap,

But he’ll put up with it because it’s your crap and you’re his brother and MMMMMMM

lads on tour lads on tour