#sbi drabble

[chartreuseorigami-fandoms]

“How much will your loyalty cost?”

Techno froze at the question and turned around to face Wilbur. He had hoped it was a joke, but Wil’s face was stone cold serious.

“I don’t want your money,” he said evenly.

“What then? Power? Connections? You know my capabilities. Say it and it’s yours.”

Wilbur didn’t even seem upset. This wasn’t the Wilbur who joked around and lived for dramatic entrances and soft strums on the guitar. This was Wilbur at one end of a negotiation he was intent on winning. It was detached, clinical.

It felt like a slap in the face.

“You really don’t know why I’m here, do you?” It came out soft and vulnerable. It was how Techno felt, at least.

Wilbur didn’t reply, just kept that same, intense gaze, as if waiting for Techno to tell him a price.

Technoblade shook his head and allowed the hurt to seep into his voice when he asked, “do you really think I would sell you guys out for some money? That I’d turn so easily—that I’d turn at all?” Then, quieter, “do you really think so little of me?”

#sbi drabble #sbi #sleepy bois inc #twinsduo #technoblade #Wilbur soot #sbi fic

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Dark SBI AU where Techno's parents are in immense debt. They got tied up in some nasty business and now own money to several supervillains in town. Money they don't have.

What they do have is a 12yo son with a superpower.

Techno can be rented for a pretty decent price. Villains pay per hour. His powers - Blood God - can torture a man to insanity with a single touch. Kill them too if needed. Or bend them to Techno's will.

He hates using them. But his parents need him to. He has no choice. 

Techno doesn't know why The Crowfather has use of him, but the first time the most notorious villain ever pays for Techno to be his sidekick for a day comes as a surprise.

Techno doesn't hate it. Not more than he does the others.

(when he uses his powers the pain burns through his veins and his head feels like it's splitting open and Techno swears he can see the Crowfather frown as he's on the very of fainting.

but that can't be true. the other villains never care if his powers hurt him, drain him)

Techno is hired by The Crowfather a lot more after that. He even meets the man's two sons, somehow. They're absolutely as deranged as their father. Sometimes, after they're done torturing some poor hero, they make Techno play Mario kart with them. It's weird.

The Crowfather's interest in him also means other villains take notice. Techno's worth skyrockets and he's still hating it but his parents are so happy and he tells himself maybe it'll be okay. It's going to be okay, as long as the debt gets taken care of.

The Crowfather isn't going to be very happy when that happens though. 

#dark sbi #thoughts #might write a drabble for this

[mavia-anon]

Pandora's Key

Tommy had been having a good day.

For once, in his fucking miserable life things had been going well.

He should have known it wouldn't last but never, not in his wildest dreams, could he have imagined it would go to shit this badly.

The fucking Blade bares down at him, all fucking six feet whatever of pure bloodlust and barely contained rage with a shimmering sword at his throat. Red eyes glowing behind a skull mask stare into his soul and he's saying something, Tommy thinks. Asking him questions or hissing threats, Tommy doesn't know. He cant-- he can't hear him over the sound of his blood pounding in his ears.

The sword at his throat digs in a little deeper, a sharp burning pain that makes Tommy full body flinch and that only makes the pain worse and there's blood on his skin and those red eyes narrow, just slightly and--

Tommy doesn't know how long has passed, but when he finally comes to, he's still in his apartment. The Blade standing a healthy distance from him with his sword sheathed at his side.

Not that he needs it to be able to kill Tommy in a hundred painful ways, but it settles his nerves, if just a little.

His hands are tied behind him, is the next thing Tommy becomes aware of, a dull ache in his shoulders as the bindings wrap tight from his wrists to his elbows. He's completely fucking helpless, not that he would have been able to fight before but at least he could move, could run could--

"Well then," The Blade starts as he sees Tommy blinking blearily up at him. "Where were we?"

When Tommy doesn't answer, the Blade crosses his arms over his chest. He can't see the villains face, but he can imagine the withering glare he must be giving him.

"The blueprints." The Blade demands.

For a moment, Tommy is confused. He doesn't have any damn blueprints, he works customer service at a restaurant, he's not a damn architect or engineer or anything that could be considered important.

And then he realises.

Tommy doesn't like to think about his life during his time with Dream. And even if he wanted to, he can't even remember half of it.

He knows that Dream loved him, a long time ago. In his own way. They were not quite brothers but- had things been different, if Dream wasn't a hero, they might have been. He knows if he thinks about it too long, his head gets fuzzy and reality feels like a distant concept and--

And there's one memory that sticks with him, as vivid as the moment it happened. Dream, with a resigned look in his eyes and a knife in his hand. Dream, who pinned Tommy to the ground and brought the knife down on his back.

Dream, who spent weeks making sure the scars stayed. Healed in jagged lines and burned edges.

Tommy swallows thickly, desperately trying to keep the sick feeling in his stomach under control. He'd never been able to look at what Dream had done to him. At what hours of torture had left him with. He could barely stand to think about it most days, even when after hours of working left his skin tender and the pain became bone deep, he could never bare to behold what lay there.

It would break him all over again, he thinks. To know what Dream valued more than him. Someone he used to claim he would burn the world for.

But with wide, horrified eyes, Tommy suspects he finally has an answer for all his unasked questions.

There are no blueprints, no carefully kept and cleverly hidden sheets of paper Tommy can fork over and then continue on with his life.

There is only Tommy, and the mottled expanse of scars on his back. Blueprints-- a map of Pandora's Vault. The prison in which Dream is currently rotting in. Where he should have stayed, forever.

And Tommy is the key that will let the beast free.

#tommyinnit #technoblade #drabble #dark sbi #dreamwastaken #sbi fanfiction

[amyelevenn]

Christmas

PAIRING; c!SBI x gn!reader

SUMMARY; you stumble upon the minecraft household a few days before Christmas rather hurt.

WARNINGS; graphic description of blood and injury, light angst

A/N; one of my faves i've written <33 hope you enjoy as always

1.9k words - M.LIST

Running was never a fun task. Whether it was in a race or from a deadly pursuer, it was never something you seemed to enjoy. The ache of your legs, the burning of your lungs, the pounding of your heart… I mean, who could blame you?

But to you, running was especially invigorating when it was away from mobs. It always terrified you that they were out for your blood, and didn’t help when you had the occasional arrow whiz past your ear, 9/10 times nicking the skin. At this point, you were surprised you still had ears.

You had been running for what felt like days, but in reality would’ve only been hours. You didn’t allow yourself to stop, knowing that if you did, well, you be dead in a multitude of seconds. Considering you seemed to have journeyed right into mob-central, you couldn’t see a future where you did stop and made it out alive.

It also didn’t help that your ankle was gradually bleeding out from a creeper blast you gained less than an hour into your journey. With that same explosion, your pretty sure that your hearing got screwed up in one of your ears, which really fucking sucks. You also had a black eye, but that hadn’t swollen up yet, so you paid it no mind.

Many – way too many – mobs were on your tail, and it didn’t help that you were running right into a snowy forest. The trees seemed to cop most of the snowfall, but the foliage didn’t collect all of the white powder that piled up to your shins.

You ducked as another arrow flew over your head, aimed straight for your skull. You shuddered at the thought of it piercing through your bones, but kept up your unsteady pace. Weaving in and out of the trees proved much harder in the snow, but you were determined to not die in the middle of nowhere.

Almost as if right on que, light flooded your vision. Not just any light, but that of a torch; a beautiful sign of life. Human life. And you knew that human life could equal help.

Or death.

You felt your adrenaline peak, using what strength you had left to get to the light. It didn’t take long to be surrounded by trees lit by the small fires, but you didn’t stop there. They seemed to be lighting a path, one you didn’t hesitate to follow. Within mere paces, the sounds of your chasers dispersing met your ears, clearly not appealed at your sudden escape.

As the groans of displeasure quietened around you, you noticed yourself slowing down. You willed yourself forward, hyperaware of the fact that if you stopped here, you would more than likely die of hypothermia.

The snow was much thinner on the man-made path, which made it so much easier to run through. You were more than grateful for whomever carved the way, hopping that they would be showered in their greatest desires. It sounded a bit extreme, but your emotions were working overtime, so who cared for an extra bit of gratitude?

You became aware of the torches thinning out ahead of you, but soon realised that was because the forest ended here. Not long after, you were in the middle of a clearing, the moon now being your only source of light. That is, apart from the glowing windows of the house in the distance.

You were more than ecstatic at the face of civilisation. Mustering what little energy you had left, you trudged through the snow and to the cottage. The outside had a few lanterns at the base of the stairs leading to the patio, but the main source of illumination were from what appeared to be the kitchen window. You couldn’t see anyone behind them, but as you steadily approached, you could make out faint voices echoing around the house.

Your ankle was starting to ache, the adrenaline wearing off, agony deciding to take its place.

You had made it halfway from where the forest line had broken and where the building was placed, when you sensed that you weren’t alone any longer. And by sensed, you meant the fact that an arrow was sent flying mere millimetres past your arm. You had gotten lucky for now, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. It never did in your case.

Just make it to the house, you thought.

But alas, you never would. That is, at least, not on your own.

Turning back for just a second, you got a glimpse of who was attempting to take your head; two skeletons and a creeper.

With the throbbing of your foot (and your eye beginning to swell shut), you were now much slower than before. There wasn’t much you could do, but turn and fight. Although, that wasn’t the smartest option either, considering you didn’t have a shield and the only weapon you had on hand was an iron sword. It would have to do.

Taking a few quick deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm your pounding heartbeat, you turned to face the oncoming threats. The first arrow was easy enough to dodge, the second being the same. The third however, not so much. The tip managed to lodge itself in your thigh, and it went in deep. An involuntary yelp escaped your lips, loud enough to gain some attention.

With the arrow head still in your leg, you swung your sword at the closest skeleton, slightly proud of yourself as you watched it turn to dust at your feet. But your victory was short lived, the all too familiar hiss of a creeper way to close for comfort. Before you had time to register what was happening, you were being thrown away from your position, landing hard on your back.

Hard enough to knock the wind out of your lungs, leaving you spluttering and gasping. Hard enough to easily give you a concussion. Hard enough for something in your shoulder to crack, most likely a broken bone. Hard enough to somehow make you cough up blood, something you should be much more concerned about.

But you weren’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to be, the pain and agony being too fresh to be able to focus on anything else. A harsh wave of anguish washed over you from head to toe, sending unpleasant shivers over your whole body.

You couldn’t move, either. With the blood dripping from the arrow head in your thigh, your mangled ankle, swollen black eye, heaving chest, pounding headache, and what feels like a broken shoulder, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to get up and keep going.

At least this wouldn’t be the worst way to die. The snow falling from the sky blended in nicely with the stars, a wonderful blur of white. A quiet sigh escaped your lips, and you let yourself close your eyes.

What you didn’t hear was multiple pairs of feet shuffling to your side, carrying you into the warmth of the fire lit in the cabin you had come so close to making it too.

Calloused hands lay you down on a pillow next to the raging flame whilst another pair scanned you for any major injuries. To their surprise, they were greeted with many more than they had anticipated (and wanted). Six major injuries was what the counted, with heaps more smaller cuts and bruises. How you were still alive was a miracle to them.

The same calloused hands began to work away at the wounds, trying their best to keep the blood in and keep the pain out, which proved to be a very difficult task. In the end there were two people helping you out, the other two either to stubborn or plainly told to stay away.

After multiple strenuous hours of stitching, cleaning, mending and bandaging, they deemed you fit enough to be left by the comfort of the fire. Despite how shallow your breathing was, they were just happy that your chest was moving up and down at all. Whoever it was that had taken you in prayed that what they did was enough to keep you alive for now.

One stayed on the couch near you, the remaining three scurrying off to their rooms to retreat for the night.

Considering it was around midnight when you had been found, it wasn’t much of a surprise when day broke not long after the stranger sat with you had finally clasped an inkling of sleep. Although it was much to their dismay, they brushed it off to start the households usual daily routine, as if there wasn’t a broken soul curled in on themselves by the fire.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Meal after meal passed, yet you didn’t seem keen on waking any time soon. Your rescuers were worried for your health, despite the steady healing of your many war wounds. You seem to look a bit thinner than you originally had, but that could’ve been the mindless delusion.

Dusk of the third day, you stirred. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for the quartet to catch it in their peripheral vision. They had been in the middle of their feed, chatting about their day when your arm curled further around your body, almost as if you were trying to hug – comfort – yourself. They each sent each other a knowing look – that it was time to wake you up. Or at least try.

The same pair of scarred and calloused hands from earlier were the ones to shake your good shoulder gently, attempting to awaken you from your slumber. They rolled you over, so you were lying on your back.

A tired yawn emitted quietly from your lips, your eyes struggling to open. The first thing you felt was a weary euphoria, the type you would feel after waking up from a much needed midday nap. However short lived the warmth is, you bask in the intoxication as it slips through your fingers and moulds into agony.

Opening your eyes, you groan as your whole body floods with aches and pains. It takes a second to soak in your surroundings, and the four strangers awkwardly sitting by you. You don’t recognise one thing nearby and come rather quickly to the conclusion that this isn’t somewhere you had been before.

Maybe it was a dream, and you were really dead. Honestly, a win for everyone.

“Hey mate, how ya doin’?” the man in front of you pipes up, a kind smile wrinkling his older features. You notice that your hearing is completely gone in one ear and fuzzy in the other, but you can’t think of as to why that is. You don’t respond, unable to find your voice. “Oh-… er, do- do you speak English?” he asks, tilting his head inquisitively.

You make no move to reply, staring at him blankly. Everything stays still and quiet for a moment, when another, taller man moves his hands. He is gazing down at you from where he is standing by a couch, appearing to be… signing to you. He falters for a second, muttering to himself and correcting his movements. He stops, looking at you expectantly.

You had learnt basic sign language when you were younger, but you couldn’t remember where or who from. Lifting your hand instinctively to reply, you wince at the stabbing pain electrifying your shoulder.

“Tommy, grab the med kit,” you hear a new voice instruct, but focus more on the fatigue now bubbling in your stomach.

What a fun way to wake up.

#sbi fanfic #sleepy bois inc #technoblade #philza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #sbi x reader #reader insert #oneshot #drabble #fluff #gender neutral #ameswrites #near death experience

[thelittlebroccoli]

OMG SLEEPY BOIS INC IDEA JUST DROPPED

Okay, so we have Techno, Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy. And we have Supernatural.

In this, Tommy’s a spirit/demon/whatever. Phil’s a fallen Angel, and Techno and Wilbur are the ‘Sam and Dean’.

Wilbur and Techno found out about spirits demons all that jazz because their parents died in the midst of an Angel/Demon battle, where they met Phil. Wil and Techno make a vow for vengeance, yada yada yada. Phil’s their ‘guardian Angel’ but not actually, promising to watch over them, and a few years after Wil and Techno meet Phil he loses his Grace (Angel powers go bye bye).

They then have this doting father figure, ex Angel badass man with them on their ghost/demon hunting. Like I said earlier, the brothers don’t really like demons… cause one killed their parents… but they can’t seem to shake this one trickster demon that tailed them for over half a year.

Finally they trap the guy, and it’s (basically) a kid, he’s really 18 but in demon years quite a bit older. They are wary of this demon for quite some time before warming up to him. If you haven’t realized it already this demon is Tommy.

okay that’s what I have for now. Bye bye

#sbi #drabble #dream smp #philza #technoblade #wilbur soot #dsmp wilbur #tommyinnit #mcyt #dark sbi #kinda #supernatural… kinda #sbi au #dsmp

[rosiehunterwolf]

The evening air was cool, settling down into the earth with a soft sigh after a hot day. Vibrant oranges spilled across the sky like an ink bottle that a careless hand had knocked over, bleeding into deep, blushing shades of ruby. He closed his eyes, inhaling the day’s dying breath.

“Techno!” A loud shout shattered his sanctuary, and, with a last, flickering smile, he got to his feet and turned to face the boy racing- rather ungracefully- through the grass towards him, a large white dog bounding at his heels. The boy narrowly avoided tripping over a root, and when he arrived in front of Techno he was out of breath and his shock of blond hair was tousled by the wind. The dog standing next to him looked rather similar, panting with a stupid grin on his face, fur ruffled by the kid’s grubby hands no doubt. And to think he was supposed to be an attack dog. So much for the intimidation factor.

“Are you coming, dumbass? You’re gonna be late!”

“I’m comin’ Tommy, would it kill you to learn some patience?” He chuckled, shoving the blond’s head away from him. The boy spluttered indignantly. He tried to lick Techno’s hand but Techno caught it from a mile away, having seen Wilbur fall victim to the same trick one too many times, and yanked his hand away. “Nobody’s goin’ anywhere.”

“Well, they’re waiting! And you’re being slow! So come faster!”

Techno shot him a glare. “Don’t tell me what to do, child. My dog could rip your throat out at any second.”

“Apollo likes me better than you, bitch!” Tommy cackled, before turning heel and sprinting off towards the house. Apollo looked slightly conflicted as he glanced between them, but as Techno shook his head and began to follow, the dog bounded forward, baying eagerly.

His boots crunched in the dry grass as he reached the front door, running a quick hand down Carl’s nose before slipping inside, where Tommy was (loudly) recounting whatever exaggerated story he had come up with this time. Phil was his victim of choice, a slightly strained smile on his face as he distractedly listened to Tommy’s animated words while trying to frost the cake.

“It’s bad manners to be late to your own party, y’know.” Wilbur was leaning against the wall, smirking.

“Woah, woah, who said anythin’ about a party? I thought we agreed, small-gatherings-of-people-that-I-guess-I-think-are-okay only?”

Wilbur rolled his eyes, trying to fight back his grin. “Yeah, sure, whatever. It’s still rude.”

“Tommy,” Phil said firmly, interrupting the boy’s ramblings.

“Tommy, leave the poor old man alone before you give him a migraine. Come over here and help your dear brother instead.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, coming over to them. “What do you want-”

“Thanks.” Techno dumped his cloak off his shoulders, onto the boy’s head, and Tommy yelped, scrambling frantically as he tried to free himself from it. Wilbur and Techno both burst into laughter, and Tommy managed to stick an arm out from under the cloak to flip them off while his face was still buried in the fluffy collar.

There was a gentle knock at the door, but before anyone could get it, it was already swinging open and Tubbo was barging in, yanking a flustered Ranboo by the wrist behind him. Niki followed them, smiling sweetly as she closed the door behind the boys. She took one glance at Phil’s cake before raising up the basket she was holding. “Don’t worry, Phil, I brought cupcakes.”

The man groaned. “It’s not that bad.”

“Sorry, Phil,” Techno shrugged, taking a cupcake from Niki’s basket and thanking her with a nod. “But Niki makes way better cakes than you do.”

Phil grinned at him. “Last time I ever try to do anything nice for your birthday, then.”

“If you’re even around for the next one,” Techno muttered around a bite of cake as Niki tried to stop the man from lunging at him.

“Happy birthday, Techno!” Tubbo cried, every bit as loud as his blond-haired counterpart, shoving a small, shoddily wrapped box into his hands. “Just don’t open it now, okay?”

“Tubbo, you better not have brought nukes into my house, young man,” Phil scolded, and Tubbo stayed suspiciously silent and he scurried off to pull the cloak off of Tommy and, subsequently, mock him for it.

“I got you something too,” Ranboo murmured, handing Techno a pink carnation. “I know it’s not much, but… it feels right for you.”

“Thanks, kiddo.” Techno smiled at him, giving the flower a gentle sniff. “I love it.”

Techno sat down on the couch, scratching the top of Apollo’s head as he gazed around the room. At Tommy and Tubbo bickering, at Wilbur trying (and failing) to steal another cupcake from Niki without receiving a slap to the back of the hand, and at Phil putting little braids in Ranboo’s hair where they chatted by the fire.

Somehow, he had a feeling that all of them were going to be alright.

“Techno?”

He started, realizing he had zoned out for a second. Phil was looking at him.

“You alright, mate?”

“…Yeah.” Techno looked down at the flower for a minute, then back up at all the people he had somehow found himself loving looking back at him. “…Yeah. I think everything’s going to be just fine.”

Happy birthday, king.

#we all miss you. #rosie writes #drabble #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #sbi #niachu #ranboo #tubbo #my fic #happy birthday technoblade

[loving-the-oink-oink]

I’m thinking of an au based on the apprentice episodes from the teen titans 2003 series. Techno-centric of course.

SBI are a team of heroes that live and work together (not related but still a family). Wilbur, Philza, and Tommy have superpowers. But Technoblade. Is just a guy. No super strength, no fast healing. He’s got no powers. But the guy is so skilled he’s practically a one man army. (Technoblade is his hero name btw. No one on the team knows his real name and haven’t seen him without a mask for that matter.)

But one day this villain Dante shows up, and he always seems to be after Technoblade when SBI and Dante fight. Not necessarily trying to kill Techno per se, but just always singling him out. The rest of SBI are like background noise to the villain.

At the end of the day, they’re able to stop Dante’s plans but are never able to catch him. And Techno can’t stand that. He wants to stop Dante (and find out why Dante is so obsessed with him). And to say that Techno starts becoming obsessed with catching Dante would be accurate. He starts to hole up in his room even more to try and locate Dante and find out his next move. He starts staying up late at night even more. He hangs out with the team less. And in battles he starts breaking off from the team to chase after Dante.

But one day Dante shows up again. There’s a detonator set to go off, and Technoblade once again splits off from the team to track down Dante and get the trigger itself. His team can find a way to defuse the detonator if he can’t get Dante anyway. (They defuse it but a weapon shoots them with a laser, stunning them. They’re seem unharmed so they consider it a win)

Techno tracks him to his lair and they fight. It’s a full out brawl. Dante taunts Techno, making him mad, making him fight harder. Eventually, Techno gets the trigger from Dante, only for it to short-circuit in his hands. That’s when Dante reveals that there was never a detonator, it was just a distraction to get Techno separated from the team. Bc all the clues and cryptic messages the Dante has laid out were all just a way to test Techno bc Dante wants an apprentice. And he wants Techno as his apprentice. And Techno will work for Dante bc he’s injected his friends, his family, with microscopic probes that will kill them with a touch of a button. If Techno so much as disobeys the simplest command, Dante will kill them.

Well, after SBI is finished, they try to contact Technoblade to say they defused the detonator. But he’s not answering. His comm and the tracking device on his suit have been deactivated. They can’t find him.

A few days later tho SBI gets an alert of a break in of a research lab. They go and they find the perpetrator fleeing, and they immediately recognize him. Shock fills all three of them. Sure, his pink hair is platinum blond now and his suit is all black with plated armor instead of the signature red, but they immediately know who it is.

“Technoblade?”

“The name’s Cyberknife.”

#I have more if anyone wants to hear about it #i would really love to write this but i worry that I won’t finish it. I might just write some drabbles of things I thought of #but yeah i got a lot of thought out #mostly based off a tt fic that was just so amazing I thought it could fit in an dsmp au #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #dream smp #technoblade

[erebusxiv]

wilbur hates people

erm... here's a little crimeboys drabble i wrote a few months ago

wilbur is not a people person. really, he just hates people. he can't name a single person he enjoys being around. he used to sit on beaches and strum his guitar but that attracted too many people. now he plays alone in his apartment, but he loves it. no one bothers him.

now wilbur, a people hater through and through, meets this annoying kid who will not leave him alone. meets is strong, more like this kid is everywhere wilbur goes. turns out he's the neighbors kid and wilbur might just move away. this dumb kid will not stop bothering him, and it's getting on his nerves.

"come on please! i just want to hear you play! you're really good at it!"

wilbur is going to throw out his guitar. he did not sign up for this "go away kid, i'm busy"

"i know you're lying you never leave your house"

"what are you? some kind of creepy stalker?"

"no dickhead, i can tell because i can hear your guitar all the time."

"if you can hear from next door then why are you asking me to play for you?"

"cause i want to hear it live! it'd be so much cooler"

and so wilbur gives in, it wasn't his plan but this kid is so annoying if he does it this once maybe the kid will leave him alone.

he doesn't stop. he plays him one song and sends him home. the next day there's a knock on his door and wilbur chooses to ignore it until he hears a slightly muffled "i know you're in their dickhead" wilbur sighs and opens the door a crack.

"what do you want?"

"can you play for me again?"

"yea like i'm gonna a child into my apartment and not be called a creep by your parents."

"fuck you, i'm not a child. but my dad's not home, and he wouldn't care anyways."

"no, now fuck off" this goes on until wilbur decides he needs to talk to the kid's dad to get him to shut up.

wilbur meets the man, he's a nice gentleman who laughs and says as long as wilbur doesn't mind the kid bothering him he doesn't care. the kid's dad says his son loves wilbur's playing, he even admits to enjoying the faint tunes through the thin walls. wilbur fakes a smile and lies through his teeth, tells the kind man that he's not at all bothered by the kids incessant bothering. they go back to wilbur's and the kid grins.

"i told you so"

"shut up or i'm sending you home"

this goes on for months, it's endless torture for wilbur, who hates everyone to ever exist.

wilbur decides to teach the kid guitar, because this will stop him. (it doesn't, it won't)

one day, the kid stops showing up. perfect, wilbur doesn't care at all. he doesn't care when he doesn't show up the next day, or the next, or the day after that.

wilbur has absolutely no care about the kid who entered his life quickly and left just as fast. that's until he receives a letter. he opens up to a messily scribbled out message on a piece of copy paper.

"thanks for teaching me guitar, dickhead. from tommy"

that's all it says. no return address, nothing other than eight words in ugly handwriting and wilbur's address on the envelope.

wilbur, who hates everyone, can name one person he enjoyed being around.

#writing #wilbur #tommy #crimeboys #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #how do i tag shit #wilbur plays guitar #annoying kid tommy #phil is there #he's implied #sbi #erebusxiv #check me out on ao3 :D #maybe dont #drabble #fluff #angst? #if you can call it that #very little effort #idk what else to tag #idk what im doing #enjoy #or dont #whatever idc #shrug emoji #tori erebusxiv writes

[lakedoeswriting]

Dia 3

Olá voltando com mais uma parte do desafio! Hoje com um pouco de soft emeralduo porque eu adoro escrever eles! Aliás isso é inspirado mais nos personagens do que os ccs em si. Espero que gostem! (ps sem titulo dessa vez sorry)

Prompt: Gold

Piglins, são instintivamente atraídos por ouro. Desde sempre, ouro estava por toda parte pelo nether, e piglins tinham ouro em tudo que faziam: desde suas armas até seus brincos. Com a luz da lava por todo lado, o amarelo do ouro refletia o laranja quente do líquido quente de uma maneira única.

E para o pequeno piglin chamado technoblade, aquele brilho era a coisa mais linda que havia presenciado na vida. Tambem para pequena criatura, tudo aquilo que tinha aquele amarelo dourado brilhante deveria ser um tesouro - deve ser protegido e valorizado.

Assim, quando techno viu pela primeira vez o humano saindo da grande porta roxa e preta, imediatamente queria velo de perto. Mesmo a uma distância, ele percebeu que o humano era alto e com cabelo dourado - o que ele considerava o ideal de ser. Queria observar de perto, mas o humano sumiu mais rápido do que ele conseguiu alcançá-lo.

Mas o pequeno piglin estava determinado a não perdê-lo de novo.

Juntou seu pequeno brinco, seu único pertence e esperou do lado da grande porta. Sua curiosidade era grande, porem não o suficiente para ir ao outro mundo de onde vinha o humano.

E ele esperou, esperou por mais tempo que havia esperado em toda sua pequena vida.

Porém, valeu a pena.

O som estranho da porta indicou a chegada humana. Dessa vez, ele estava inteiramente brilhando. Com uma armadura inteira de ouro, o sorriso confiante e o cabelo loiro, o humano mal notou quando a pequena criatura o segurou com uma força um pouco grande para uma criança.

Apenas olhou para baixo, percebendo o piglin segurando como se sua vida dependesse disso, mas com a tentativa do que parecia um sorriso, de sua própria maneira monstruosa e inocente. Um riso baixo surgiu no humano, que não se importou que naquela viagem ao nether teria uma companhia inesperada.

Obrigada por ler! Espero que tenha gostado e qualquer feedback e comentário ajuda muito!

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[chartreuseorigami-fandoms]

On every person’s eighteenth birthday they are given a choice: to remember or to forget.

Techno doesn’t want to forget.

Techno doesn’t want to forget, but he knows what Wilbur is going to choose. Techno doesn’t want to forget, but he also doesn’t want to remember a world that Wilbur doesn’t.

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“You’re going to forget, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. Technoblade froze, not knowing what to say, though it appeared his silence was answer enough.

“You’re worse than Wilbur,” Tommy whispered.

Technoblade turned around, forcing himself to face his brother who stood, arms crossed, in the doorway. He was a coward, he knew, for hoping that this conversation wasn’t going to happen. It was, though, and he needed to say something, he needed to make his brother understand. “Tommy—“

“No!” Tommy interrupted, sharp and rough. He could now see the tears falling down his face. “Don’t you dare deny it. Because at least—at least Wilbur doesn’t pretend like he might stay, at least he doesn’t make me think that I might be enough.” The words came out through a choked sob and Techno felt all the air leave his lungs. He opened his mouth to speak, to say something in response and wipe that awful look of devastation from his baby brother’s face, but Tommy cut him off. “And don’t say that I am because if I was then you wouldn’t be leaving. If I was then you wouldn’t be giving me up for someone who doesn’t even want you.”

And the thing was, Techno didn’t even flinch. He should have; the words should have felt like slaps to the face and they did in a sense—but who was he to flinch when the pain was already omnipresent? Because even if Tommy’s words rang true, he already knew. He knew that Wilbur didn’t want him, he knew that he was clinging onto a past that was already gone, and yet he couldn’t let go. It was pathetic. It wasn’t like he was ignorant to this fact or unwilling to see it, it was just that it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how much Wilbur wanted to leave him behind because he would still, in all of his naivety, follow a step behind.

#sbi #Drabble #technoblade #twinsduo #Wilbur soot #tommyinnit #bedrockbros #neapolitan trio #technoblade angst #angst #writing #sbi fic #sbi drabble

[caged-crows]

beep boop tag time

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[mavia-anon]

Blood of Our Blood

There's a man... No. A boy cowering in front of Technoblade. It's not an unusual sight, at 6'8" of pure muscle, Techno is used to people being scared of him at first glance.

And that's not even including Technos newfound title of Warlord.

Truly, had not meant to gain such a bloodthirsty reputation, but he had looked at the world and its injustices, had seen what it did to good people while the bad prospered, and he knew he had the power to do something about it.

Techno glances at Phil, but his right hand man looks just as confused as Technoblade feels. The kid in front of him hasn't said anything, he'd just been left here by a soldier saying he had a message for them.

He certainly didn't look like any of Technos' errand boys, his clothes look fancy and unfit for life at the front lines, and under them he seems much too thin. His curly brown hair looks knotted and greasy and he seems terrified.

"Can I, uh, can I help you kid?" Techno asks.

The kid flinches at the sound of his voice but answers nevertheless. "Yes, sir. I'm a messenger from Manburg, sir."

Ah. That makes sense. The siege on Manburg is imminent, Techno had tried peace talks with it's ruler, but Schlatt -- just as Techno remembered him -- is a hard man to get in contact with, and a harder man to even talk to.

Not that it matters now. Even the small part of Technos army currently camped outside it's walls easily outnumbers any Manburg military force.

"I don't suppose you're bringing their surrender?" Techno asks dryly.

"N- no, sir. The President has asked that you reconsider your assault." The kid swallows heavy and looks up to meet Technos eyes for the first time. He's trying to put on a brave face, but the fear is clear in his eyes. "And he-- he sent me as a tribute of good will."

Techno scowls. "You?" He hisses, noticing that the kid turns pale white at the word.

"What Technoblade means to say," Phil interrupts, shooting Techno a scathing look. "Is that we're just confused as to why Schlatt would send a person as tribute."

"My name is Wilbur Soot." The kid introduces, and something about his name itches at the back of Technos head.

"I'm the last surviving member of the royal family."

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Techno knows there's an intruder in his tent before he even opens his eyes. Even without his piglin instincts, it's a sense he's developed after years on the battle fronts, and as he opens his eyes and glances around the dark of his room, his gaze meets Phil to find him equally awake and aware.

They come to a silent understanding. Someone is sneaking around, either an assassin or a spy, Techno doesn't care, he's just going to make them pay.

A shadow moves in the corner of the room, and Technos hand finds the dagger under his pillow as he shoots forward.

There's a startled cry but with little to no resistance Techno has the intruder pinned to the floor with his dagger at their throat.

His eyes adjust to the dark of night, and beneath him Techno sees a childish face staring back at him, long curled hair pulled back in a half pony tail and blue eyes that burn with no trace of fear, only pure anger.

The kid snarls at him, and Techno catches the faintest flash of tiny, runt-like tusks bearing at him.

Light flickers to life somewhere over his shoulder, and Techno feels Phil stalk closer with a lit candle in hand. In the flickering light, Techno can't help but notice how the kids hair shines a glittering gold.

The voices stir to life in the back of Technos skull.

"And who might you be mate?" Phil asks.

"Not of your fucking business!" The kid hisses, bearing his tusks again. "What the fuck did you do to Wilbur?"

Techno startles. That... Not what he expected.

"What," Techno drawls. "Don't tell me Schlatt sent some amateur to take the kid back after he gave him up as tribute."

"I don't fucking work for that bastard!" The kid snaps. "He's a bitch and a wrongun!'

"So why are you here then mate?" Phil asks, peering closer at the kid still pinned under Technos dagger.

"I'm here to save Wilbur from you!"

Techno can't help but scoff. "Very good job you're doing so far." He laughs, missing how Tommy seems utterly destroyed by that, slumping against the floor in defeat and what might be the start of tears pricking at his eyes.

Phil, however, sees the glimmer of unshed tears and croons lowly in his throat.

Techno shoots a glare at his friend. He knows that sound, he was making it at Wilbur earlier trying to get the kid to calm down. Techno will not be allowing his friend to adopt another kid so soon after he adopted the first.

"Phil." He warns lowly.

The Elytrian just rolls his eyes. "Oh come on mate, if he's Wilburs friend maybe that will help him settle in easier!"

Techno looks down at the kid, finally noticing just how... Young and tired he looks.

Gold the voices hiss. Gold. Ours. Blood. Blood of our blood. Ours. Blood for the blood god. Blood of our blood.

Defeated, Techno sighs and pulls away from the kid. "They're your responsibility." He huffs and goes right back to bed.

He has a siege in the morning.

#sbi fanfic #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #tommyinnit #dadnoblade #not that he knows it yet #mcyt fanfiction #drabble

[scwirrel]

“I want to write but the words remain stubbornly in my head. Released only in frantic bursts of self indulgent nothing and arduous yearnings for a level of connection I cannot provide. I am stunted, malformed from the disparity of my practices, perpetually giving in to the route of least resistance, the route that I know, the route that provides me with a vile sense of self satisfaction. I want my fucking faeries and my little minecraft men. I want a new obsession, new stories to run over, new pathways to pace, legs trembling heart pounding hand waving raving giggling seeming to all the world like a woman half mad. I want the feeling back.”

hi me last year. um. wtf. this was the opening paragraph to a mermaid sbi AU.

#sbi #sbi fanfic #drabble #insane posting in the middle of the day #minecraft men #i kinda miss when i would just open up a document and go completely hog wild

[mathanlin]

no big thread today, just a few little drabbles :)

Cryptid AU where kid Tommy’s accidentally been adopted by the monsters around (and in) his house. 

Just the idea of having a nightmare, then intentionally unplugging the nightlight & going to the monster under his bed for comfort :)

Going for a nice midnight walk for fresh air & being trailed by the things that live in the woods. Shutting the curtains so the monster in his basement can help with chores.

Bonus if it’s a foster AU, but Tommy’s happy because he has a family everywhere he goes!

Vague idea of a Bodyguard/Shifter AU with toddler/kitten Tommy and his absolutely terrifying team of bodyguards.

Just a fully armored group of trained professionals, one with a cross-chested baby carrier that doubles as a bullet-proof box (with a tiny kitten inside!).

Bonus points if Tommy knows *exactly* how scary & competent his guards are.

Doesn’t ask, “Can I swim?” — just throws himself into the nearest body of water and giggles when three uniformed & armored bodyguards dive in to rescue him.

Little Bounty Hunting/Royalty AU where rebel!SBI spend hours dismantling the king’s castle.

And another few hours trying to *find* the king.

But the kid — barely five years old, wriggling in Techno’s tight hold — just pouts that they’re ‘done with the hiding game.’

“We’re here to kill you.”

Tommy doesn’t even blink, trying to pull himself free with tiny, chubby fingers, whining, “You can kill me next time you find me.”

“That’s— that’s called hide-and-seek.”

“Well, I can’t hide if you kill me *now.*”

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #sbi au #threadfic #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza

[rapid-looser]

Heyy, can you do c!SBI being Reader’s new neighbors in a modern AU? Platonic please :] (and more specifically, if you want: Techno, Wil, and Reader are in their early twenties, Tommy is around 15-17, and Phil is… old LMAO, prolly late 30s or 40s)

If you don’t want to do it is fine btw !!!

★C!sbi being readers new neighbour★

a/n: hi anon! This took me some time, but i was able to get it done, i did headcanons and small drabbles of all 4 and this is entirely platonic! And sorry wilburs drabble is a bit shorter than he rest, i don't watch him much

pronouns: you/yours

requested: yes/no

TW: Cussing and swords?

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C!Philza:

•He first first met you when you were struggling to bring in a fair amount of groceries

•He was the one who introduced himself and his sons to you

•He invited you over once he realised that they're your new neighbour

•He also told Tommy to not be rude

•He also accidentally knocks things over with his wings

•His wings seemed a bit..weird at first not to mention how huge they were

•But you eventually got use to them once you went over to they're house constantly

•However your clothes may have a few small feathers in them, which are a dark grey considering his age

•He also lectures Tommy for cussing a lot, which you can hear all the time

•And you also hear a bunch of random noises from him at random times

•Usually his random bird noises

•But you may also need to help the old man finding his stuff since he's kinda blind

•Also helping him find his bucket hat finds someone (Tommy) likes to hide it. A lot

You stared at the amount of groceries you had, maybe you shouldn't have bought so many but you got distracted while shopping. But what caught your attention was the moving truck that was outside the house next door to you. The house has been vacant for a while since the old owners found a better place, but the house was fairly nice. You started grabbing your groceries to bring them inside when a man approached you, he looked a to be in late thirties to mid forties. "Hey uh do you need help bring your groceries inside? I don't mind help" He said as he stood beside you. "Uh yes please, also are you moving in to that house?" You replied as you put down the groceries and pointed to the house next to yours. "Yes i am actually, with my three sons, also my names Philza" He replied as he brought the remaining groceries near your front door. "Well nice to meet you Philza, I'm [name], and thanks for helping me!" You stated

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C!Wilbur:

•He was the one who told phil you were struggling with groceries in the first place

•The most odd thing was that he collected guitars. A lot of them

•Like, guitars from the early 1920's type of guitars from different places around the world

•He accompanied Tommy when Phil told him to go just incase Tommy chocked out

•He showed you his guitar collection when you came over

•He kept asking you where things were in the city since his family didn't know anyone else

•Since the first night, you can hear him and Tommy fighting about the most random stuff

•He'll introduce you to his 'twin', techno

•Since he's only been in the neighbourhood for a week when he introduces you to techno, he may ask you to come with him when he's going somewhere so he doesn't get lost

•He will also scold Tommy for being rude to you at first

•"Oi Tommy knock it off you gremlin" is what you probably hear when you go over there for the first time

•He's probably the most polite excluding Phil when you first meet

•However when you come over (since Phil insisted first up), he'll be the one to strike up conversation with you until the awkwardness is gone

"Hey [name] before you go do you wanna check out my guitar collection before you go? A fair amount of it is vintage" He said as he cut Infront of Tommy who was talking to you a second ago. "Uh yeah sure but what about Tommy?" You replied confusingly. "Hey Tommy i think phil was asking you to tidy up your room, so why don't you listen to him and do it?" Wilbur said as he faced Tommy. "Fine." Tommy replied in spite and not long after Tommy left, Wilbur took you to his room where his guitar showcase was, everything was sorted into decades, from the early twenties to the current time.

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C!Technoblade:

•He didn't speak to you first up until Wilbur introduced you to him

•He has this..interesting vibrant pink coloured hair which was slightly faded at the roots

•He appeared to have these pointy tusks that came from his bottom jaw

•He collects a bunch of old blades of all sorts

•He's the most chill out of all 4 of them, once he trusts you enough he'll show all of them to you and when you first come over he may or may not show you a few swords that are more modern

•While the rest of the sbi sleeps downstairs, to sleeps upstairs because it's less noisy, so expect to see him from your windows just reading a book

•When you first come over, he'll start talking about mythology from all around the world and ask if you know anything about mythology

•If you do, he'll strike up conversation about that certain mythology you know about

•He'll feel more comfortable around you since your around his age, so expect a lot of "It's stuff only adults understand, into it [name?]" When Tommy tries to ask about something

•If you don't know about mythology he'll teach you about the basics of it

•He won't scold Tommy but he'll tell him to stop being rude since they're new to the neighbourhood and you've been her longer than they have been

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•And he's also a bit awkward at first until he's use to you

Technoblade recently invited you to his room so he could show his blades to you, although he got a bit carried away when talking about the origins of a certain blade that came from a famous Greek soldier. "Books say the sword he owned was connected to the Greek god, Ares-" He rambled before the got distracted by another sword "Oh and this one has originally came from a Romen empire while they were at war, The sword was owned by they're ruler" He continued. Eventually you asked how he knew so much about these swords "Well, Phil had them before he gave them to me, and also, Tommy wasn't rude to you when he first invited you over was he?" He spoke up. "Well he was a bit rude but he wasn't too bad" You replied as you recall the interaction you had with the youngest a bit over a week ago.

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C!tommyinnit:

•He first caught your attention when he was yelling at Wilbur about how he should get the biggest room since he's the better sibling out of the 3

•He then later was forced- or in his words at least, to invite you over

•Which he avoided until Wilbur went with him

•He was a bit blunt, snarky and slightly rude which got him a slap on the head from Wilbur

•And later got him a lecture from Philza which you could hear most the night

•But once you came over and he got comfortable with you, he was a lot more polite and vocal

•Even if he did comment on how 'old' you were

•But over all he was a polite kid (which he hated being called since he was a man according to himself)

You heard a knock on your front door, and as you opened it, you saw 2 people, someone around your age and someone younger who looked to be around 16. "Uh yeah hi, We wanted to know if you wanted to come over one night" The younger one said, Who you were assuming is Tommy, the youngest one Philza told you about. "And who may you two be?" You asked curiously just incase you got them confused for someone else. "Tom. And this bitch is Wilbur" He said quite bluntly as he received a side eye from Wilbur then a slap on the head from him. "Tommy don't be so rude." Wilbur replied as he smacked his younger brother on the head. "Well uh- sure i love to!" You chirped, ignoring Tommy who was cussing at Wilbur.

#dsmp x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur x reader #philza x reader #sbi x reader #sbi au #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #dsmp fic

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Dark SBI drabble I did for a friend who asked for Fae!SBI and Werewolf!Technoblade

[Phil hadn't expected anybody to move into their territory.

Where most fae lived on the edge parts of the forest so they could skirt along the outsides of human society, he had made a conscious choice in isolation. Enthralling humans was... it was an urge. An urge that was hard to shake even for one as ancient as him. Wilbur missed it, Tommy was too young to know what he was lacking. Phil had made the decision to keep them safe.

With the rising age of technology, humans got so much more effective at exchanging information. Fae were no longer stories whispered about around the campfire or lauded as a tall tale by the town fool. Humans knew of them, knew what to be wary of.

Humans knew how to kill them if need be.

So Phil had taken his own and he had moved deeper into the forest where they'd be safe from harm.

Then the stranger arrived and built a cabin. Phil did not get it at first. What would a human like them be doing all the way out there, the middle of nowhere? Phil watched the man clear out trees in a large area and start building the foundations of a cabin. They slept in a tent until the house was habitable. They hung up windchimes and made a farm outside.

Phil understood when he saw a large, brown wolf leave the house one night. Its fur was long, shining in the moonlight with an auburn color that reminded Phil of the man's hair (the parts not dyed a pastel pink at least).

A werewolf.

Phil had grown complacent. He had forgotten to consider what other forces were at work in this world.

The man was an unnatural creature, blood of the moon running in his veins. He must have moved for a similar reason as Phil then. To get away from those that would hunt him, or kill him for his very existence.

He was just like them.

Phil went to him on a spring afternoon, three weeks after the man moved into the area. He reached for his belt immediately when seeing Phil, fingers already touching the hilt of a knife. He was anxious, he was prepared.

He was all alone, he was perfect.

(Claiming humans was still a fae's nature. The only thing Phil had done in moving away was postpone the inevitable. And this man was still a human, no matter the curse)

He introduced himself as a neighbour. The man introduced himself as a traveler. No names were exchanged. It was clear by the tilt of his eyebrows he was skeptical of Phil's claim that he lived nearby.

"I didn't see any houses on my way over."

"It's just me and my two boys," Phil said. "Our place is... quite tucked away."

The man nodded, but he didn't quite relax.

"Here." Phil pulled out the gift he had prepared. A teacup of delicate porcelain. The handle was veneered in gold, as was the rim. The stranger’s eyes darted to it, but he didn't move to take it.

"What's this?"

"A gift. Isn't that what people do when a new neighbour moves in?"

“I don’t know,” the man said lightly. “I don’t really do the whole 'interacting with people' thing.”

Phil laughed. “Yeah, me neither. This is just an old thing I had, thought it would be better than nothing.” Lying was as much a fae’s nature as stealing humans. Today, Phil would do both.

“Take it,” Phil insisted. And the man foolishly did. “I’m sorry I don’t have any tea to give with it.”

The man nodded. “I have coffee.”

“That’ll work.” He smiled sharply.

Anything would work as long as he would drink from it. The human’s fate would be sealed on the first sip, the acceptance of a gift wrought in promises. Though merely taking it had marked him forever.

The man did not know it yet, but he was already theirs.]

#Technoblade #sbi #dark sbi #shara writes