Tommy has watched his campsite be blown up 3 times in the past month and he's done. He's done with wars, done with violence, and done with fighting. How odd. The great Tommyinnit not wanting to fight anymore. So Tommy sends Ghostbur back to L'manburg permanently and assures him that he'll be back eventually, but Tommy knows that he won't. Tommy smiles as he watches Ghostbur fly away. Tommy goes to live in the Nether with the lava that he loves and no one knows where he went, not even Dream. It's been 3 years and no one's heard anything from Tommy, his exile had just been lifted. Tommy left a note addressed to Ranboo though.

A Ghostinnit story. I am going to try my hardest to have some sort of updates out 😭 (Art by Uriifel on tumblr!)

MCYT Oneshots because Y E S ?

The zombies only kept coming. They'd lost a lot of people, but Tubbo refused to believe his best friend was gone. And he wasn't. At least, not physically. i wanted badass tommy so i made it. tw's and shit will be in the first chapter. 🎆= lowercase chapter 🎇= Uppercase chapter enjoy??

Four brothers, scattered across the map. A kingdom, awaiting its rulers. A prophecy, bringing all the pieces together. This is the story of how he found them. Or: This is a sleepy bois inc fanfiction where Phil, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy are brothers and the rightful rulers of a forgotten kingdom. -- "C'mon child, just behave for me will you? I don't think you'd like us getting caught," Wilbur said dragging Tommy behind him. "Please Wilbur, I am an utter delight to have around. I'm going to be on my best behavior!" Tommy practically shouted, earning an over-the-shoulder glare from the elder. "Starting now," he whispered, letting Wilbur pull him along the empty corridors.

"Tommy..? What happened to you?" The boy let out a small gasp, staring at the taller with wide eyes. Tommy just stared at him with blank eyes, not understanding the problem.

The Antarctic Empire was run by Phil and his three sons. One day, on the way to a friend's house, one of his sons goes missing. Devastated, they search for the lost child but inevitably give up consumed by sorrow. Tommy's life is quite difficult. He spends his days' training and going on missions with his brother Dream. Dream can be a bit... controlling forcing Tommy to kill, steal, and aid him in his chaos. Tommy loves his brother dearly but something feels off. His memory is foggy, to say the least. After four long years, Phil's sons Wilbur and Techno stumble upon Tommy who reminds them of their lost younger brother. Will they be able to help him? Will they discover who this peculiar boy really is? This story mentions violence, heavy angst, abuse, manipulation, and suicide. This story is based on characters and plots of the dream SMP, not real people. The cover is drawn by @Fallen_Alistar big thanks to them Enjoy!

After learning Ranboo was canonically half enderman I felt compelled to write some sort of backstory to this idea, and this is just that. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣. (This is not at all a theory book but rather a backstory I completely made up for entertainment purposes) Cover is by charliepaigeb on twitter, I really loved this artwork! *Completed 21/12/21

an sbi + friends fantasy au ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

-NOT A SHIP BOOK- (𝗖𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 by @neikkea an artist from Twitter) Got the idea from a wonderful TikTok artist and another amazing Twitter artist! Credit: @em0ki on TikTok and @WolfyTheWitch on Twitter who also goes by, The Channel Without a Name on YT!! Go check them out :) //~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~// Tubbo and Tommy move into their new house and Tommy hear a noise. "Tubbo what are you doing in there?" Tommy said bewildered by the sound of a guitar in the next room. "In where?" Tubbo said from behind Tommy. Tommy jumped and squealed slightly. "JESUS CHRIST!" He shouted as he almost dropped the box he was holding. "Sorry!" "Sorry!" He said in-between his quiet giggle fit. "Did you just squeal?" He giggled even more at the blonde's reaction. "OF COURSE NOT!!" He shouted putting down the box and grabbing ahold onto Tubbo's shoulder. Tommy stopped shouting to contemplate the previous events. "If you're there, then what made that noise?" "What are you talking about?" He smiled at the other. Their chatter became distant. 'If not him then what did make that noise?' A blurred figure sat next to a guitar in the next room. "I wonder..." -𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗖. 𝗡𝗢 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙; 𝗰𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝘀, 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗕𝗘 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀... 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗕𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗬-