Tommyinnit

Tommy and Dream are trapped in a time loop.What do they do? Mess with everyone else, of course. русский translation by kuwwizz here!

Something is brewing. A great storm that could shatter life as its known. More and more often, androids are breaking free of their original programming. More and more often, androids are turning against their owners in increasingly violent ways. And the only ones that can stop it are Wilbur Soot—the youngest lieutenant in police history and now a drunk, washed out detective—and an android of the 1NN1T model named Tommy, an advanced prototype created to solve crimes and catch rogue androids. But first they actually have to get along. Or, Two idiots, a robot and a depressed detective, walk into a bar. One comes out experiencing emotions he shouldn't be able to, and the other comes out with a reason to live. Spoilers for Detroit: Become Human, but knowledge of the game isn't necessary to enjoy.

Author's Note: FUCK WILBUR SOOT, this story was written pre-allegations and the author bears no sympathy or affection for content creators attached to their respect characters.-Summary: "In one moment, Tommy is being beaten against an obsidian wall." In the next, he's waking up in his childhood bedroom. There's magic on his tongue, he's in his childhood home, and his family is still dysfunctional but they are at least together. He can prevent their destruction if he can just get past his own grown fears of them. He can do this by himself, it's what is best for them all. He can keep them from breaking apart, keep Wilbur and Tubbo from all the pain they've experienced. Tommy can do this for them, even if he's a little bit cracked now. If they get suspicious, well, what was that play Wilbur mentioned once? Hamlet? Tommy can just do what that guy did. (Tommy time travels into the past and begins to disguise his traumatic responses as the same kind of Chat Madness his older brother Techno is known for. But madness begets madness, and how far can Tommy go with a lie that begins to bleed at the edges?)

Tommy had suffered on and off throughout his life from hanahaki, which sort of happens to someone who trusts too much and always gets their hopes crushed. He just wants someone to actually care about him, but he knows he's not going to get that, especially not with Dream and not with how the disease has been getting worse. Dying and defeated, Tommy's only solace comes in the form of weird eldritch singing emanating from the forest outside his window. He knows that whatever it is will likely be a cannibalistic cryptid from his worst nightmares, but somehow he can't find it in himself to care. Any death will be better than suffocating alone. Or Tommy is on a quest to get killed by unknown monsters instead of the ones he does know. This is somehow more difficult than it should be.

There’s something wrong with Tommy. Dream will help him figure out what. Or: Dream starts testing the revive book on Tommy in exile. Apparently Apollo has cursed me.

Tommy likes making chaos.Tubbo likes planning chaos.Ranboo secretly loves chaos.They are the perfect team. Tubbo has a big plan to cause lots of trouble for the hero's of L'manburg.Why? Because why not?

(MASS EDIT FINISHED! NEW CHAPTER AVAILABLE! PLEASE BE AWARE SOME COMMENTS MAY NO LONGER MATCH THE CONTENT DUE TO SAID EDIT.) "You call that a fucking bird?!" Tommy nearly shrieked at the sight of the...creature...in Techno's arms.That's no bird, that's not a fucking bird if Tommy's ever seen one. His wrists and ankles taped up to prevent him from swiping at his rescuers, the creature glared weakly at Tommy with icy blue eyes. Glazed in pain and confusion and fear.That's NOT a fucking bird! When strange things start to happen at the ranger station, people going missing or suddenly appearing, the crew realise that there are things in the desert....terrible things.

"Phil, we can't just adopt random teenagers." "I mean technically we can." "Let me rephrase that, we morally can't adopt random teenagers." "You know you wanna adopt him too." Phil had that look on his face, the one that just screamed 'you know I'm right' and it was sadly true. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mafia AU where Techno and Phil are Mafia bosses and basically adopt Ranboo.Ranboo is oblivious to everything weird going on around them, slowly being dragged into The Syndicate without even knowing it.

It is a sword, the glow of its enchantments muted beneath the blood that coats its surface. Quackity can only see a fraction of the blade, the part closest to the hilt, because the rest of it— the rest of it is— His stomach twists itself into a sickening knot, all the air escaping his lungs in a punched exhale. The sword is embedded in the person's chest. The sword is embedded in— Quackity inhales sharply and all he can smell is blood, blood. Wilbur's blood. - Quackity leaves Las Nevadas, expecting to have a fantastic time ridding his territory of Paradise’s desolate ruins. What he isn’t expecting is to find Wilbur, bleeding out on the dirty ground. Turns out they both have a lot of healing to do.

It takes Techno giving Tommy a severe concussion while trying to teach him how to sword fight for them to bond. It actually seems pretty on-brand.

Wilbur Soot has fallen off the deep end taking his two brothers and Dream with him. Will the citizens of Manberg be able to save them? Or are they broken beyond repair? CANCELLED

All the stories warn against going into the woods, warn about creatures hiding there. They say there are lilting voices singing from the shadows, promising glittering daydreams with sharp teeth. They say the creatures there will take you far away to never be seen again. There was a boy, the village whisperers, safely in the circle of light, glancing over their shoulders at the trees beyond it. There was a boy who strayed too far. They say you can still hear his laughter as it’s carried on a breeze, bright and wild, like youth frozen in amber, like ghosts falling delicate from the branches. (Strange things happen to boys who linger too long beyond the veil. Magic infects like a disease, like rot, eating away everything human that lingers, until his eyes are an unbroken summer sky blue and there are flowers in his hair and he sings with a voice that haunts the shadows.) (Here is our story: A boy goes home.)

In exile, Tommy begins to hear voices. Voices that sound like Tubbo, Ranboo, and Purpled. Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled have no idea how they messed up time travel bad enough to end up in past-Tommy’s head, but they’re going to do everything in their power to save him.

Lol retired work

Tommy gets himself in some trouble, wrong place wrong time, or the wrong house to break into and rob while the mafia was already ahead of him...

Prince Tommy of the Dream SMP was bored. So he joined the revolution against his own country. No biggie, right? His father, Dream, is less than pleased. Wilbur is just confused as to why Tommy is the only one Dream seems to not want to kill.

It was a highschool AU....Then it was a fake smp....then they defied the laws of physics and the fake smp lore became real... I am absolutely 100% orphaning this because WHAT THE FUCK UPDATE WHY CANT I ORPHAN????

In which a young girl wakes up in a forest with no memories.---------------I regret to inform that the MC in this story will be female, and will be using she/her pronouns.no, this is not a one-shot book, this is going to be a story I do not own you, or any of the MCYT featured in this story, I only own the story. **DISCONTINUED AS OF 2023.**

Quackity had always drawn the short stick in life until he was picked up by Schlatt off the streets to become something greater. Little did he know he'd become the center of attention of a piglin, one of the most terrifying specimens in Schlatt Industry's Main and most hazardous facility. While trying to still salvage his own life with practiced survivability, he finds he might actually have a chance at something far greater than what he ever thought he was worth, if only he can gamble properly. aka a mostly Quackity-centric with other POVs here and there in an Experimentation Facility/Foundation AU where the Sleepers have some insane powers and are exploited for the 'good of all' through experiments and greedy pockets. ===>Note:<=== When I started writing this story years ago, Wilbur was featured as a scared 11 year old kid, nothing like his dsmp or cc, throughout every chapter. Upon the allegations and admittance to Wilbur becoming an abuser, I took a long break between chapter 36 and 37 in order to revamp the way I wanted this story to continued. In Chapter 38 he is effectively written out of the story and will remain that way until the end of the story where things will wrap up.

'There, in the basket, laid two things. A note, which Techno hardly registered, and… a baby. Not just any baby either… A baby that looked like him. Pink hair, grey eyes, pig nose and ears… only thing it didn’t have was the protruding lower tusks, but he imagined they’d grow in. Phil said that he didn’t have any tusks when he first found him either. Why in all of the Nether was there a baby hybrid piglin here??? Why did someone bring it to him????' -- Technoblade acquires a daughter.

Wilbur's revolution- the cultivation of hundreds of years of brainwashing by the King of the DSMP- has failed. Wilbur, Tommy, and Fundy now face the consequences of their insubordination: the Slaughtering, a game of death that takes place once a year in the House- a facility residing in the grand capital city of L'manberg. The contestants consist of criminals and citizens believed of treason, and they are dangerous. Tommy and his family are not the only victims now forced to fight for their survival, though. Sapnap and the rest of his Demon military squad have finally been arrested. For nine years, they fought in the Badlands War, and two years ago, they lost it. Sapnap's determination to win his peoples' freedom still burns bright, though. If it weren't for two certain strangers, he would burn the House to the ground and assassinate the King himself. They need to escape. They need to win the revolution. They need to be free. or In which Tommy and Fundy are brought to a place of great danger and wariness.