Tommy is a vigilante known as BigInnit, the powerless hero. What happens when people find out about his powers, and he has to get a job for the heroes. Will the heroes find him out or will the villains take him to their side first. Warning: This story does have swearing and some gore. I hope you enjoy the story and if you see any spelling or grammar errors let me know! Also, if you have any suggestions for this story I will try and incorporate it in here! I did make the cover, sorry it is not the best! Rankings: #2 dsmp 6/20/22 #1 vigilanteau 6/23/22 -6/28/22 #2 sbi 6/28/22 #1 tommyinnit 7/3/22 #1 technoblade 7/3/22 #1 philza 7/3/22 - 7/4/22, 7/10/22

The world has changed. XD is no longer in power. The leader of the Syndicate, the Angel of Death, has taken that mantle. Most of the heroes had been banished. The Syndicate has taken the place of heroes, and not everyone is happy about that. Tommy isn't happy about that. But as long as Dream is a hero, Tommy will follow. He will have to put everything in his past behind him when he's told to team up with Wilbur to take on El Rapid Faction under the banner of Las Nevadas. --- Book two in the Lull of a Wistful Eternity series Sequel to 'The Silence of a Somber Day' and 'The Quiet of a Melancholic Moon' Cannot be read as a stand-alone

⚠️Art Is not mine! I found the Art on Google⚠️ ___________________________________________ Tommy has a Secret, nobody is suppose to find his Secret out... Until one day, somebody found his Secret out... After the Secret is out... Nothing is like before... ___________________________________________ I'm not very good in English, so I apologise for bad Grammar. This is an Au/At.

The crowd was loud, the roaring drowning out any other sounds around. They were all cheering for a boy with a helmet. A boy with a helmet that was basking in it all. His arms stretched out wide, jumping up and down to rile the crowd up more. He quickly put his visor up, revealing sharp blue eyes but nothing else. Those eyes were scanning the crowd before him, slightly squinted into a smile. He stomped his foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped his other foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped in a rhythm, the crowd stomping in the same. A loud drumming to a beat that was like no others. A beat that was his. A beat that was for the boy called Cherry Bomb. -or- Tommy is a motorbike racer known the world as Cherry Bomb. He quickly gained popularity along with skill. All he wanted was something to be his, and he got it. Lets just hope his family won't take it away from him. !!!!!!!!NOTICE!!!!!!!! THIS IS NOT MY STORY EVERYTHING GOES TO Blueium ON AO3 ALL CREIDS GO TO THEM.