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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.”
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The performance poetry AU in which Tommy joins a slam team and finds a home in the arts. -
i accidentally texted king explosion murder by tsundokushi
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
15 Jul 2022
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Izuku: Do you really think partnering with a copy of yourself will be good for the world?
Vulgar Stranger: I. Don’t. Do. Partners.
Izuku: Why thank you for sparing everyone the headache
Vulgar Stranger: Since when are you fucking sassy
Izuku: Wanna guess?
Vulgar Stranger: Fuck u
Izuku: :)OR
Izuku exchanged numbers with Ochako for a group project, but she mistyped hers and he ended up dealing with a very rude stranger he later gave the name, ‘Kacchan’.*UPDATE 15\07\2022* Post-Epilogue chapter added!
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miserably failing at faerie kidnapping after getting too attached to the kid you're trying to kidnap by abandonedacct2022
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)
04 Jul 2022
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[!!IN THE PROCESS OF WRITING TECHNO OUT OF RESPECT OF RECENT NEWS.]
Tommy's family is shit.
They see him as a form of entertainment, a fun little human boy they can coddle and display. They throw him away once they've gotten bored of him, neglecting him for the next 2 years. He's sick and tired of their awfulness.
So he runs.
He runs into the forbidden forest, where he meets a fae named Dream. A fae, who was originally hellbent on kidnapping him to become his eternal servant. Instantly, he gets way too attached to the kid; who in turn needs a way to escape the clutches of his abusive family."So whadaya say about becoming a fae with me?"
Thus making: a consentual kidnapping. That's not how faerie kidnapping is supposed to work.
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- Part 1 of dsmp ! urban fantasy au [DISCONTINUED]
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Tommy knew the rules of the Fae. Even without anyone to teach him, those lessons trickled down to the muddy streets he called his home.
He’d lived in this village for as long as he could remember, sleeping under porches and stealing to survive. His whole life he’d been running, from shopkeepers and soldiers and everyone else who saw a twelve year old boy and thought first of a target.
“Hey!”
Tommy bolted. A rotting apple was clutched close to his chest as he ran, legs pumping as he fled to the only place he knew he wouldn’t be followed.
The forest had a reputation for housing Fair Folk and other such beasts. Parents warned their children against entering the forest, but Tommy had none to do so. He wasn’t stupid— he knew the risks he faced in the forest— but he’d rather brave the potential threats there than the very real danger at his heels.
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Street-kid Tommy finds a family in another world.
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The instant the shopkeeper was out of sight, the kid's fingers were in the Nether wart basket, poking at the dry gnarls of fungus. Techno didn't miss the spite in the kid's eyes that said he was doing this precisely because he was told not to. He also didn't miss the way one of the grayish burgundy knobs disappeared under his palm.
There was a noise from under the counter, and the kid's hand flinched away. He flashed Techno a guilty grin, like he was just messing around and causing trouble for the fun of it. His hand slipped down towards his pocket.
Techno caught the kid's wrist before it could disappear inside.
Techno's just trying to sell his wares and move on from this town. Instead, he meets a scrappy kid who smells like death.