NOT MINE ITS ZEESKEIT ON ao3 Tommy was handed a small flyer in printed in black and white, with the words "POETRY NIGHT - OPEN MIC" splayed across the front in bubbled font. He fumbled with his binder as he took it, eyes wide as he said, "are you sure? I mean, I love poetry and all, but I don't think-I'm not sure-what if I can't write poetry?" Mr. Sam's dark eyes softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Tommy's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Everyone has to start somewhere; every poet, from me to Rudy Francisco, started off without knowing a clue about what we were doing. Tommy, it's not about if you can or cannot write poetry, it's about if you want to." or: The performance poetry AU in which Tommy joins a slam team and finds a home in the arts. NOT MINE ITS MY ZEESKEIT ON ao3

Tommy had lived and died as Theseus, Icarus, Orpheus and Sisyphus. But all he wanted to be was free. In which Tommy Soot, originally born in 1509, is cursed to be reborn, to never reach adulthood unless he figured out the Greek myth of his lifetime. He had one rule of not allowing himself to get attached to people but he would have never guessed that a foster family of the creator of Minecraft, an anime stan and a Soundcloud musician would break that rule. ~ SBI Foster AU but with Greek mythology.

Tommy's made it to the Olympics for figure skating- he's the youngest contestant on the ice and he's the favor for the gold. He's supposed to be living the dream. So why is he still so unhappy? And why do all these hockey players and snowboarders care so much about him? - NOT MY STORY. OG IS BY @Drhair76 ON AO3

Tommy stopped caring a long time ago. He stopped hoping for somehting better, because there was nothing better for him. So he lives, because he refuses to die, and for no other reason. He refuses to be the kid who lost to the foster system. So he fights, just simply to live. He stopped caring so long ago. So here he is. Relying on nothing and no one, and certainly not hope, but refusing to die. He knows it will never get better, but he doesn't have the energy to bother caring. He knows Dream is not better, but he tells Puffy he will be fine, because he will be. He has to be. MAIN TWs: Su!cide, Blood, SH, @buse, de@th, alcohol/drugs, anxiety, depression, and more Please read the trigger warnings before each chapter, but these ones will be spread throughout it, if you don't feel comfortable reading about these things, please don't! Make sure you are in a safe state before reading this. ⚠️Coverpage art is not mine!⚠️ please credit the creator if you know who they are! Thank you! ❗️unless clearly stated that they are romantic partners (eg. Sally and Wilbur), its platonic❗️ Discord server to talk about this fic: https://discord.gg/VTpwj6DqeF