alone /əˈləʊn/ Learn to pronounce adjective adjective: alone having no one else present. "He was alone that evening" After his brothers left Tommy was left to find comfort. And strangely a football flying towards his face was all it took.

Tommy, a young boy on the streets, believes he has seen every form of pain and cruelty there is, but he was oh so wrong.. This is a Dark Sbi Vampire Fic! This is my first time writing anything like this so critiques are always welcome. I'll also accept suggestions thrown my way. Enjoy! Disclaimer: there will be absolutely NO ROMANCE in this ,don't even ask.All love shared is platonic or family based.

this fanfic is not mine it belongs to @Aria_Cinbun on Ao3 His name was Tommy Innes, and he was born to touch the stars. Of course, touching the stars was going to have to wait, because he'd lost that dream the moment his parents had died when he was ten years old-the moment he had watched that starship explosion and felt a bit of his heart die with them. He'd lost that dream when he was transported to prison and then to a place called Pogtopia. He'd lost that dream when he watched hundreds of children starve on the streets of Pogtopia. When he and two friends become the lone survivors of the Red Planet's Genocide. When they were rescued, and he was captured again. But maybe-maybe one day, he would regain that dream. Maybe he would hunt down the mass murderer that had executed his friends and gain his revenge-but that day was not now, and now he sat in a prison and stared at the faraway stars. Perhaps there would be people that he could call family again. People he would see again-people whom he had lost years ago. One day. Because he was an Avian, born to be forever alone amongst broken stars. And Avians did not fall unless they wanted to. or a science fiction fic about rebellion

YO: Cover art is from thunderbottle on tumbler Quackity was just trying to steal some resources for himself. Not save this random stranger's life after almost killing him. He especially wasn't trying to get himself stuck with surviving with the guy either. What's his name again, Wilbur? Yea, boring name and boring personality, Quackity honestly wishes he could be free of the man's company. That is, if it doesn't turn out to be what he needs. Or, a c!tntduo zombie apocalypse au where Wilbur and Quackity learn how to get along while picking up some new friends on the way. But what if Wilbur and Quackity feel like they wanna be more than friends? Well, first they should get away from that hoard of zombies and stop getting their asses saved by random kids. Contains violence and strong language, and light use of weapons and guns (I'll get a better summary further into the story- possibly) Started on the 23rd of June 2022

"You remind me of an Aphrodite." "Oh?" Wilbur asks throwing seeds to the birds, "Is it because of my wonderful looks?" He strikes a pose and Tommy casts him a disgusted look, the raven perching on his head matching his expression. "No. It's because I find you insufferable." "Listen here you absolute child-" Or A Vigilante fic but with far more mythology references, the SBI family dynamic, platonically married Bee duo, modern day gods, eventual apocalypse, and, most importantly, angst with a happy ending. EVERYTHING IN HERE IS STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!! ⚠️BELONGS TO Sleep_Deprived_Astronaut ON AO3⚠️

"I uh," Tommy starts, not knowing how to break this to the hero lightly. He hates to be the bearer of bad news. "I think your powers are broken? It's not a bad thing of course, but like, I swear you tried to mind control me and it like, totally failed. Which is fine, honestly, don't feel insecure. Everyone's power stop working sometimes... I think." Sheesh, this is very awkward. Why is no one else talking? Why is Philza looking at him like he grew three heads? Why is the Blade staring at him so intensely? Why is Willow still frozen? "Did I, did I hit a nerve? Yikes," Tommy hisses, "Well um," He steps back, bracing his legs and bending his knees, "This was like super fun, but I'm - I'mma head out." or, in which Tommy manages to annoy the hell out of Phil, Techno and Wilbur by being both impossible to catch and irritatingly endearing. or or, a crack fic where Tommy is a vigilante and Phil, Techno and Wilbur are the heroes hunting him down.

"Hey, welcome to McPuffy's, can I please take your order?" The McPuffy's worker asked. "Finally." Tommy couldn't help but mutter before continuing with his typical order, "Can I get a McNugget happy meal with a coke?" "Is that it?" Before Tommy could say yes, a quiet, and blatantly forced, cough came from the back of his car. Oh, right, he probably should have asked the two supervillains in the back of his car if they wanted anything. It was just polite manners. When he turns around to face them, he's met with the cruel reminder of the gun being pointed at his head. Somehow, during the thrill of the chase, he almost forgot The Blade was holding him at gunpoint. Tommy only scowled in response before asking, "Do either of you want anything from McPuffys?" A huge smile spreads across Chorus' face, "A quarter pounder would be great, please." -or, after a string of coincidental events, Tommy finds himself working as a getaway driver for the deadliest villains in the city under the cover of a taxi driver, along the way manages to find a family, collect a series of enemies and find two friends whose chaotic energy can only be challenged by his own- this is not mine its babblingbugzo on ao3 and i will not hesitate to take it down if they ask me to!!

Tommy never meant to become a vigilante, he saved one women's life and loved the feeling. The feeling of being able to help. Ever since he was a kid he had dreamed of making a difference in the world. Now he could. But being an illegal vigilante meant a few things. One, he was quite illegal. Two, he was broke. Okay so maybe that didn't have anything to do with being a vigilante, but it was true. He lived off a few bucks at a time. He worked minimum wage at an old coffee shop that no one went to. That was, until he didn't. Until he landed an interview at the hero's tower. The most amazing place in the world in his eyes. The only problem? He's illegal. Going into a tower full of hero's. Who hated vigilantes. Tommyinnit vigilante, sbi hero fic. Ive wanted to write one for a while now so here we go. I'll add more to the description as I get further into the story including TW and a better idea of what's happing in the story ig. Potential trigger warnings: Violence, underaged stuff, injuries, more to be added.

Phil watched his assistant turn and walk around the corner, in the corner of Phil's eye he swore he saw a bruise hidden mostly by the gloves Tommy started wearing after accidentally walking into eret who ended up spilling coffee on Tommy who had seemed more concerned about the shirt then the burns he was getting. Phil didn't have a clue on what could be going on, all he knew was his assistant was getting hurt and he had no idea how to fix it. Phil just hoped Tommy will tell him what was wrong soon, he hated seeing his flock members hurt, especially the fledgling. OR Tommy is getting Tommy abused by a green blob and his employers are concerned, not to mention his employers are the three top hero's in the city who have taken one look at this traumatic train-wreck of a child and went 'we want that *yoink* pleasure doing business with ya' and walks off. This was originally made by here_is_a_slippery_snek on Ao3 and i will take it down if they ask me to!

Tommy couldn't help but agree, leaning into the touch as Wilbur wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a snug chest. The creaking of the door sounded, notifying them of the entrance of Mr. Monotone as he sat and placed a palm atop Tommy's matted curls. He couldn't find it in himself to shrug it away, overwhelmed by the feelings of love that washed through him as Wilbur began to hum. The tune was soft, sweet, and made him oblivious to who exactly sat next to him. The man who had caused the same pain he now healed. "I can't wait for tomorrow," Wilbur whispered, the semblance of a spell dancing in his words. "When you'll finally be mine." ------------------------ or, Tommyinnit is a magic thief who was kicked out of his home after he accidentally stole his sibling's powers. Wilbur, a powerful witch, takes one look at said rain-soaked child and decides "yup. that's the one that id like to forcefully adopt." (reposted from my Ao3: @Wellthatsprettyironic) art is not mine (credit to @catt_disc)