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kittycatcomander · 10 months

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AU where SBI are villains, and Kristin is the villain wrangler making sure all the kids who get counseling in her office get a chance to meet who ever they want, even if they’re wanted dead by the hero commission.

Cue meet-cute(?) between Kristin and Phil, where she spends weeks tracking down the infamous “ Crowfather, killer of heroes and hater of the system” because some little kid wanted see him, and she stands tall and totally not terrified (/s) on a rooftop waiting for him.

And Phil is faced with this woman who spent hours and hours researching his routines not to arrest him but to let a little kid meet him, and he just falls for her.

So they exchange numbers, and everytime from there on out when Kristin has a kid who wants to meet The Blade or Orpheus or Nemesis she just casually shoots THE TOP VILLAIN a message, internally screaming, while Phil is kicking his feet on the air like a stereotypical teenager everytime his phone dings with a personalized ringtone.

Hero!Dream: I have finally confronted you, doer of evil! Today, our fight will be legend-

Crowfather!Phil: wait pause mate- OMG ITS HER 🥰🥰

Hero!Dream: wait wha-

Technoblade: I’ll take it from here

And so begins her getting really casual about the fact she personally texts the top villain.

I’m imagining some side stuff where she meets Tommy, a sidekick in desperate need of help (which she’s happy to provide), and a few others who’s relationship evolves with her over time.

Kirstin when first meeting the Blade: hooooooly smokes this guy is Dangerous, but if the kid wants to meet him… I’ll be prepared

Techno: uhhhhhh (struggling to interact with the receptionist, holds kids and swings them around gently like planes, lets them win fake fights)

Kristin: ok wait he’s like seven shaking puppies built like a brick house

She and Phil talk more and more as the arrangement continues, about everything and eventually life, and things shift from there. The first time that a villain tries hurting one of the kids also shifts their relationship…. especially since Kristin handles it as efficiently as she does.

There’s more, but in this AU I imagine Kristin to have a super dangerous power of her own (unregistered because teehee) that motivated her to work with troubled youth in need of help and kids working with a limited lifespan. I want her to be OP but just friendly and downplaying her ability since she was never in a situation to use it to the full extant.

Also there’d obviously be a CrimeBoys plot and adoption of Tommy into the family (bye bye Dream) which leads to her getting invited over to like. Family dinners and stuff, where the interactions are all completely cute and normal but undercut by her perspective reminding her of crimes they’ve all committed. Like-

“Phil, who had the most beautiful eyes but hands stained with the blood of approximately 3,791 people, passed her the salad with a bright smile. His son(?) continued the story of how he met a new friend. Kristin wasn’t sure if the story was in or out of masks, and she was scared to ask at this point.”

I especially want her to and Phil to reflect the two main approaches to changing the world, where you could either completely destroy the system in place (villains, anarchy) and forcefully restart, or you could tackle an issue at its lowest (if the world is full of corrupt people, change the people from a young age)

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pancakebluess · 5 months

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no one’s ever burnt you - never grow up

- SBI hero / AU

- WIP

Unlike what his family seems to think, Tommy’s not stupid . He can see the way they ignore the news, he can hear how the windows slid open at night- the shadows that passes by the blondes own before they leave. How they wince and hiss at covered wounds when they come home, how they ignore his questions as if they were poison.

He’s not stupid.

He knows he lives with three criminals, three criminals who appear on the news every other week, claiming a persons life as of it was nothing . He’s not stupid, he sees how Puppeteer has the same curly hair as his brother, how Bloodhound snarls just like his own- and how Nightwing holds the same hair that is a perfect match to his.

Tommy knows he lives with villains; but, he doesn’t think his family realizes how he winces at his own wounds, how his window is left a little open every night so he can slid through, how on some days, he’s so tried that he can’t even get out of bed from hours and hours of training. While he knows that his family is the feared syndicate, he doesn’t think they realize that he’s the new upcoming hero - Apollo - and that they laugh with one of the people they fight every week.

They don’t notice how they live with an underaged hero.

☀︎︎

Tommy pours cheerios into his bowl, frowning once realizing there’s no milk. “Dad forgot to go shopping’, I guess.” Huffing, he grabs a spoon and sits down, eating dry cereal, as he watches amusedly as Wilbur stumbles down the stairs. He snickers, the brunette shoots him the middle finger, which, rude.

“Nice bruise,” Tommy speaks through a blob of messed up cheerios, pointing out the black eye that his brother sports. “Fall down another staircase?” He’s being sarcastic, and Wilbur seems to recognize that as he burrows through the cabinets. “Something like that.”

Tommy, offhandedly, feels some level of guilt at the bruise - knowing the only reason he has a bruise is because Apollo had used Puppeteers face as a springboard last night in a last ditch effort to get away. Oops. He swallows down a chunk of cereal. “Stay away from staircases,” the blonde mumbles out, flicking a dry cheerio at the brunette. “Gremlin.” Is hissed out, as he gets another middle finger in response, and a comment half mumbled about rabies.

☀︎︎

Tommy realized he lived with three villains when he was thirteen, digging through his brothers closets in hopes of a new sweater - instead finding the masks of the most feared villains amongst the city. In all grown out honesty, he couldn’t bring himself to be scared, more so numb at the information. Because in the end, it made sense, the whispered conversations when he left the table- the nights where he wasn’t invited out with the rest of them; it made sense.

Despite that, he used to be bitter at the fact, bitter that he was left out, abandoned every planned out movie night - instead of watching some flashy new musical per Wilbur’s request, he watched as his family destroyed, or nearly get killed on live television.

He used to be bitter when he was thirteen, cold at the fact he was left out; now, he was fifth-teen and a had secret of his own, an unwilling hero.

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mathanlin · 9 months

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Hero AU where Tommy can take any hit — at the cost of feeling pain later.

It’s worth it. Tommy’s powers land him right in SBI’s team, surrounded by his favorite heroes. They *adore* him, and Tommy soaks it up without a moment’s hesitation.

Even when they hurt Tommy themselves.

It’s not on purpose, of course.

To them, it’s just training. They think he’s invulnerable, after all — and hell, Tommy flat-out tells them not to pull their punches.

And… they don’t.

They’re not famous heroes for no reason — and Tommy should be elated they want him on their team so badly, spending every spare moment with him.

Little chats. Games. Gifts. Non-stop affection—

—and non-stop training.

“If it doesn’t hurt, why do you keep flinching?”

Tommy narrowly avoids Wilbur’s swing, stumbling back. “What?”

“You always look scared.” Wilbur frowns. “Why? It’s not like anything can hurt you, quit wasting your time by dodging.”

*Quit wasting /my/ time,* Tommy hears.

So he listens.

But he still tries to bargain.

“Do you have to hit so hard?” he says, trembling as he pushes himself off the mat.

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” Techno says, raising an eyebrow. “Come on, get up. The worse I can do is knock you over.”

And Tommy doesn’t say a word.

Because, no.

SBI can do far worse than hurt him. They could *leave* him — because what use is an ability like Tommy’s, if he can’t take the pain?

So he stays quiet, burying himself out of sight whenever the pain hits.

Until one time, he can’t.

It’s a chaotic battle, but Tommy’s not scared. Sure, he’s taken a hundred little hits already, and he’ll pay for them later. But he’ll be fine.

Until some amateur villain wrenches him into a grapple—

—and jams a gun into his gut.

“Let me go or I’ll shoot him.”

Tommy struggles frantically, heart stuttering as the villain’s grip stays tight.

He’s never been shot.

He doesn’t know if it’ll kill him.

“Wil— Siren,” he chokes out into his comm. “Angel? Blade? Please, I need help, please—”

“Hold on,” Wilbur says, and Tommy’s heart leaps at the concern in his voice.

In a heartbeat, he’s there. The villain snarls, pressing the gun deeper into Tommy’s ribs as Wilbur skids to a stop.

He tilts his head. Tommy’s heart soars—

—and then Wilbur starts *laughing.*

“False alarm,” Wilbur calls into the comm, still grinning as he turns away. “He’s fine.”

“No,” Tommy cries, fighting (maybe for his fucking *life*). “No, no, don’t leave, please—”

The gun goes off.

The villain drops him. Tommy crumples, clutching his stomach despite not feeling a thing.

And he doesn’t get up.

Fear makes him weak.

Even as the battle rages around him, he can’t force himself to stand. Can’t even hear through the ringing in his ears, shaking as he braces for the pain to come.

But he should’ve been listening.

“For fuck’s sake, Tommy.”

It’s Wilbur that finds him, still huddled in the rubble. Tommy uncurls, forcing his tear-filled eyes to focus.

*God, this is going to hurt so bad.*

“Where the fuck were you?”

Tommy blinks the tears away, shivering. “What?”

Finally, his vision focuses.

And he immediately wishes it hadn’t.

Wilbur’s bleeding. His mask is half-shattered, revealing a black eye, narrowed in fury.

And standing behind him, the Angel & Blade aren’t much better. Cuts, bruises, covered in dust and rubble.

And Tommy’s unharmed.

Wilbur stalks forward, slamming a finger into Tommy’s chest — right above where the bullet landed.

“You’re our fucking *guard,* Tommy,” he yells, jaw tight. “We can’t take hits, that’s *your job.*”

“I didn’t— I’m sorry, I didn’t know—”

Wilbur throws up his hands. “We called you, Tommy. You didn’t listen.”

*I called you, too,* Tommy thinks dimly. *You just laughed.*

But he still whispers, “I’m sorry.”

“Get up,” Wilbur snaps, cradling his bleeding arm. “We’re going home. You can clean up this shit while we try not to *bleed out.*”

That shouldn’t be relieving. But it is. All Tommy needs is a quiet place to wait out the agony. He stands—

—and the pain hits him all at once.

(And SBI? They’re not out of earshot yet.

They may have never heard Tommy in pain, but that agonized scream is horribly familiar.

Even if it’s silent by the time they find him.)

“You asked me to stop, and I didn’t.”

It’s Techno that breaks first. Techno, with his inhuman, brutal strength. Techno, who’d forced Tommy to train the most, who’d never held back.

Who’s now crying at Tommy’s beside, head buried in the hands that’d never hesitated to attack him.

“Why, Tommy? Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispers, voice thick with tears. “Why did you let me hurt you?”

Tommy curls in on himself. The bullet wound doesn’t hurt anymore, but the fear does.

Because, desperate, he whispers, “I can do it again. It didn’t hurt that bad.”

*And you wouldn’t spend time with me if I didn’t fight,* he thinks. *Right?*

Because that’s who he’d taken the pain for — them. Shielding them with his body? Suffering under their own hands?

It was better than losing them.

“Bullshit,” Techno says, voice cracking as Tommy flinches. “Tommy, I saw you. I heard you *screaming,* I can’t—”

He’s… shaking. Hands balled into fists (making Tommy’s stomach flip), face turned away & refusing to look at him (which is somehow worse).

“I can’t do that again.”

“Techno—”

Techno stands. He’s shaking less now, determination written in every feature.

“You’re done, Tommy, I’m never letting you fight again.”

“But I fucking *can,*” Tommy says, throwing the blankets off and gesturing at himself. “Look at me, Techno. There’s no marks, there never was, you didn’t even have to fucking bandage me—”

Techno’s jaw tightens, reaching out to push Tommy back into bed—

And Tommy flinches.

Techno’s face crumples.

And so does Tommy’s heart.

Because even as his skin aches for Techno to just *hold* him, it also burns with every bruise that’d never formed, mind straining against its instinctual fear.

“No. I didn’t have to bandage you,” Techno says, voice wavering. “But I had to hold you. I had to listen to you crying, Tommy, you were begging us not to leave. ”

Tommy’s face burns with shame. “I— that wasn’t— I didn’t mean that.”

“But you did.”

Now Techno’s the one to curl in on himself. “I heard you. We all did. You sounded so *scared* when you called for help, I had to stop myself from running to you.”

Tommy shivers, stomach turning with the memory of the gun pressed to it.

And the sound of Wilbur’s laugh.

“But I didn’t,” Techno says, every word cracking. “I left you. I let you get hurt.”

“You didn’t know,” Tommy whispers. “I never told you.”

“But how many times did you *try?*” Techno shudders. “How many times did I ignore you?”

*I can’t even count,* Tommy realizes. How many times he’d pleaded to skip training, for them to go easier on him, to have one day without suffering under their hands.

For them to love him, without feeling like he needed to be useful first.

“No,” Techno says, standing. “No, I’m not doing it. You’re done, Tommy, forever. You’re off the team.”

Tommy’s heart stops. That’s it. That’s the fate he’d dreaded, the end he’d fought to avoid. All that pain, just to lose them, just to get their affection taken away—

Techno takes a shaky breath, then sits.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m leaving you.”

(And he doesn’t. None of them do.

There’s always someone at Tommy’s side — like *they’re* guarding *him.*

There’s no more non-stop training. Only the opposite, unending affection freely and softly given.

It doesn’t take Tommy long to unlearn his fear.)

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #sbi au #threadfic

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mcytrecursive · 3 months

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Nomination Overview - Superhero/Superpower AU

Oh you know we were gonna have superhero aus nominated, have you SEEN this fandom? Out of the 183 source materials nominated so far, we have 14 superhero AUs. Let's take a look at them.

Title: catbag Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43929327/chapters/110455053 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: supinetothestars Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Tubbo & TommyInnit, Niki | Nihachu & TommyInnit, Quackity & Wilbur Soot Characters: TommyInnit, Tubbo, Wilbur Soot, Philza, Technoblade, Dream, Quackity, Jack Manifold, Nihachu, GeorgeNotFound Length of the work: 60,459 words (incomplete fic) Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Family, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Fic Summary: Tommy's called Blindspot for a reason. He’s not invisible, as he’s reminded Dream time and time again - people can definitely see him. They just don’t notice. He blends into plain sight, totally diverting all attention like water off of a duck. Usually, anyway. Orpheus, however, stiffens a little as Tommy draws nearer. He starts glancing around, as if struck by sudden paranoia. Tommy draws up in front of him, staff clenched in one hand, and Orpheus starts turning as if to check behind him. “What’s that,” Orpheus mutters. “Who’s there-“ Tommy pulls his staff back and slams it into Orpheus’s stomach, hard. Orpheus stumbles. He wheezes, choking, and then looks up at Tommy and fixes him with a burning stare. “Who the fuck are you,” Orpheus says, eyes wild and oddly delighted. “Where were you hiding?” __ Suspected of betraying the Hero Guild, Apprentice hero Tommy (A.K.A. Blindspot) is put under Security Protocol Catbag: a locked-on noise cancelling mask equipped with truth gas. His mentor, Dream, calls it a necessary teaching tool. Meanwhile, SBI wants to know why their least favorite loudmouth little Hero has suddenly stopped talking.

Title: The Totem of Undying Job Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32651152/chapters/80995606 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: antimony_medusa Relationships: Nihachu & Technoblade & Phil Watson & Ranboo & Tubbo & Wilbur Soot, Nihachu & Wilbur Soot, Technoblade & Philza, Ranboo & Tubbo Characters: Ph1lza (Dream SMP), Technoblade (Dream SMP), Ranboo (Dream SMP), Quackity (Dream SMP), Clay | Dream (Dream SMP), Nihachu (Dream SMP), Tubbo Underscore (Dream SMP) Length of the work: 62,695 words Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Fic Summary: “Brilliant,” said Philza. “If everybody’s here, then.” He clicked a button on a small remote and a screen behind him slid out of the wall. “This is the target for the next job. Las Nevadas.” The screen behind him showed a brilliant neon-lit street backed with blocky non-descript buildings. “Gambling site, research site, and absolute fucking political powerhouse. Estimated take for this job is twelve point five million. Each.” “So we’re hitting the casino?” Tubbo said, mouth full of cookie. “Fuck, too hot.” “The casino isn’t where the money is,” Technoblade cut in. “The casino bankrolls the research arm, which is so valuable at this point that their security is probably better than the casino.” ��What we’re going after specifically is their latest development, a toy for the super-rich.” The display screens switched to show off a small gold figurine set with emeralds. “They market it as a ‘Totem of Undying’, and it’s the best medical assistance money can buy.” Or: Everybody in this heist gets superpowers and competence, including (unfortunately) our antagonists.

Title: Tangotek Evil Incorporated Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48665086/chapters/122758744 Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Author: onawhimsicot Relationships: TangoTek & Jimmy, TangoTek & Grian, Grian & Jimmy Characters: TangoTek, Jimmy Solidarity, Grian, EthosLab, BdoubleO100 Length of the work: 22,445 words Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Humour, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Fic Summary: As the supervillain Dr. Blaze, Tango has a penchant for oddly named "ificators" and stylistic flair. He spends his days trying to take over the city, shaming superheroes for their basic costume designs, and then sending said heroes home with better equipment that actually matches their aesthetic because clearly, if he wants a cool fight scene to happen, he's got to do everything around here himself. For some reason, not many people think he’s evil. On the bright side, the superhero Canary, does and has made it his personal mission to bring down Dr. Blaze! But when he suddenly goes missing, Canary's partner, Parrot, is convinced that Tango is at fault. Seeing as this is not true at all (kidnapping is so gauche), Tango is offended that someone is trying to steal his nemesis right from under his nose. If Tango wants to get his nemesis back, he'll have to work together with Parrot to find and rescue Canary from whatever danger he's got himself into this time. Because, after all, what's a supervillain without a nemesis?

Title: the arrangement Link: here Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: cornpapers Relationships: Grian & Scar Characters: Grian, GoodTimesWithScar Length of the work: not applicable Genre: Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Art Summary: Art of a meeting between Hotguy and the (seemingly antagonistic) Poultry Man, with a really intriguing dynamic.

Title: the misadventures of detective falsewell and grianlock Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29980416/ and here Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: sleepyrinas Relationships: Grian & False & Rendog Characters: Grian, False, Rendog Length of the work: 86,922 words Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Drama, Fluff, Family, Found Family, Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU, Superhero/Superpower AU, Urban Fantasy/Werewolf/Vampire AU, Mystery Type: Fic Summary: Detectives Falsewell and Grianlock are some of the best in the business, two siblings with a prowess for solving mysteries and any flavor of crime. Of course, not everything goes as simply as they hope. What disasters and troubles await these two detectives in the small town of Hermitville? Only one way to find out!

Title: Desert Duo Vigilante AU [DDVAU] Link: here Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: kitsuneisi & xmaruu11 Relationships: Scar/Grian [Romantic], Grian & Jimmy [Platonic], Cub & Scar [Platonic] Characters: Grian / CuteGuy & Scar / HotGuy Length of the work: Not applicable (comic) Genre: AU, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Art Summary: Hero HotGuy fights crime with Vigilante Cuteguy. There is a love dynamic going on [Grian loves Scar, Hotguy loves Cuteguy, but Scar only thinks of Grian as a friend & Cuteguy thinks Hotguy is annoying] They don't know each others super hero identities but fight crime together. Scar and Grian teach at a school together outside of their hero duties.

Title: the whole world tastes like home Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35483008 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: fensandmarshes Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Philza Characters: tommy, wilbur, philza, techno Length of the work: 5,286 words Genre: AU, Friendship, Found Family, Modern AU, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Fic Summary: Listen, it wasn’t Tommy’s intention to get hit by a car! Luckily, the kind gentleman in the waiting room of the ER was a match for his blood type and offered a transfusion while the (mildly incompetent) hospital staff were panicking. But now Tommy’s sprouted wings. He didn’t think blood transfusions did that! Meanwhile, Philza, the city’s most beloved superhero, has a rather sudden realization that he can transfer his powers by transferring DNA.

Title: Consequences of the Dead Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30643691/chapters/75602693 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: Lisbis Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Philza, Wilbur Soot & Quackity Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit, Technoblade, Philza, Quackity Length of the work: 66432 words Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Canon-Divergent, Fix-It, Found Family, Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Superhero/Superpower AU, Dimension Travel AU Type: Fic Summary: Wilbur rolls his eyes. “I’m just patching you up out of some misplaced sense of guilt or nostalgia or whatever; after this, you can try and arrest me again as much as you want-” “Nostalgia?” Tommy interrupts. He squints at the figure, all confusing tangents and cynical jokes, the bird still perched on his head. “What, do I know you or something?” Wilbur’s face darkens. He reaches out a hand, rubbing absently at a long slash going through his trench coat, a tear in the seams of it all. Tommy stills. “No,” the villain finally mutters with a brittle laugh. “No, you don’t.” … Or: Superhero AU in which Wilbur, upon waking up in an alternate universe, accidentally becomes a villain. Maybe not a very good one, though - he remains insanely, outrageously protective over the very heroes (and vigilante) hunting him down.

Title: Internet Stalking Is Actually Really Hard, You Guys Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51240862 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: MossWizard Relationships: Tubbo/Ranboo, Tubbo&Ranboo Characters: Tubbo, Ranboo Length of the work: 1,607 words Genre: AU, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Fic Summary: Tubbo investigates who Ranboo is and what they’re capable of after an unfortunate vision. A superhero au where Tubbo is blessed with the ability to see the worst outcomes of any situation and figure out how to avoid them and Ranboo is….suspicious. Based on the Worm (web serial) power system

Title: DSMP Comics vol. 1 Link: https://dsmpherozine.gumroad.com/l/bgcly Fandom: Dream SMP Author: DSMP Comics Zine Relationships: all of them Characters: all of them Length of the work: not applicable (mixed media zine) Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Modern AU, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Art, Comic, and Short Story Collection (zine) Summary: In a city brimming with heroes, vigilantes, and villains, a mysterious organization known only as E.G.G. has stepped out of the shadows. Their goal? Total chaos. In their quest to overrun the city, they've developed a device that shuffles people's powers— and nobody is safe…

Title: Tubbo Underscore, Vigilantism, and The Pursuit of Giving A Single Shit Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2252087 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: Anonymous Relationships: Tubbo & Tommy, Tubbo & Ranboo, Tubbo & Wilbur, Wilbur & Techno & Phil [There's quite a few in the series but these are the recurring ones] Characters: Tubbo, Tommy, Ranboo, Michael (the Piglin), Wilbur, Techno, Phil Length of the work: 110,511 words Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Crack Fic, Friendship, Found Family, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Fic series Summary: Crack fics about Tubbo and his vigilantism adventures! Catalog: 1. Tubbo defeats supermarket foes, annoys a powerful hero, and "gains" a child to father in the same night 2. Tubbo, while struggling with a cold, tries to find his friends with a notorious drug dealer by his side, a college party for help, and a powerful hero tracking him down. 3. Tubbo and his friends get trapped in SBI's home until a storm ends. They create "chaos" to pass the time. 4. Tubbo proposes to fool the cops one day more. Tommy tries to stop a musical apocalypse before it begins. Ranboo is stuck in the middle with a decision to make. Worlds collide.

Title: Orange Ball of Love Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39256482 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: 2point5 Relationships: John Booko/EthosLab Characters: Bdubs, EthosLab Length of the work: 5,478 words Genre: AU, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Fluff, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Fic Summary: Etho Slab liked it when things made sense. He was good at that, at making things make sense, at lining things up and figuring them out, looking at the facts and then going from there. He was a man of logic, a man of patterns, a man of lists and checkmarks. He knew what he was doing. He always knew what he was doing. When you're paid to kill people, you can't afford to be unprepared. Bryan “Bdubs” Centus did not make sense.

Title: lead yourself home Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48385600/chapters/122039320 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: patrichor Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade Characters: Technoblade, Wilbur Soot Length of the work: 1,006 words Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Fic Summary: There's a stab of pain as his hands push against the wound, and with great willpower Techno resists making a frankly embarrassing noise. "You're not allowed to die on me." Penalty snaps, sharp in the way he only gets when he's truly bothered. Techno tries for a smile, then feels silly as he remembers he's still masked. "I mean, I don't really think that's up to me, but I'll take it under advisement." . or, techno is pretty sure he's ruined things with his family. it takes a close call and a rescue by his estranged brother for him to realize that there's still hope things can change for the better

Title: Amoransia Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52729348 Fandom: Crossover Fandom Author: Phospheos Relationships: Gem/Pearl, Gem&Pearl, Grian/Scar, Joel/Lizzie, Mumbo/Grian, Mumbo/Grian/Scar Characters: Pearl, Gem, Tilly the Dog, Grian, Mumbo, Impulse, Scar, fWhip, Lizzie, Joel, Evil Xisuma, Cleo Length of the work: 9,990 (currently) Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Fic Summary: amoransia; n. the melodramatic thrill of unrequited love; the longing to pine for someone you can never have, wallowing in devotion to some impossible person who could give your life meaning by their very absence. Glimpse into the lives of two that hold an eternal bond through both company and absence, two that hold a safety to the other that it never needs to be said in the first place. There lies a love that time and time again will shine through as long as the universe allows them to hold it, as they get torn apart and reunited time and time again. It is messy and out-of-order, but that's them, and that means they're together. And wouldn't have it any other way.

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sunshine-on-marz · 1 year

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This is a silly little fic inspired by this idea on Twitter from the lovley @/simpingboisinc, they have AMAZING sbi related ideas/ aus and you’re legally obligated to go check them out after this, cuz they are so cool and talented and was kind enough to let me write this! I hope I do their amazing idea justice

Saving the world one lesson at a time

An AU in which Technoblade is a hero and English teacher and Tommy and y/n are his sidekicks and students

You were leaving class hand in hand with your best friend Tommy, practically skipping down the halls. You’d just left professor techno’s class, aka your favorite class of the day. “Tommy, how excited are you for practice tonight?” Tonight you and Tom are going to work, or going to help the Blade. The Blade, a well known super hero, and you two where his side kicks! While saving the city wasn’t technically a practice, you obviously couldn’t say ‘how excited are you to go fight crime?!’ so practice will have to suffice. “Just as excited as always!” The blonde responded.

Techno found it hilarious that the two of you didn’t put together that your pink haired monotone teacher was also your pink haired monotone mentor. “Hey you two” the hero said as you and Tommy stumbled out of base while attempting to correct all of the mistakes you’d both made in your haste to get on your uniforms. “Hi!” The two of you shouted in unison. Techno sighed and walked over to Tommy, removing one of his curls from his latex mask. “You’re a mess kid” he groaned as Tommy fell on his face while trying to fix his boot. Tommy laughed and hopped back up, “I know! But I’m the sexiest mess this world has ever seen!” He said “I’m right here!” You gasped, faking insult. “Kids, your both a 5 at best, now c’mon” the taller man joked and the both of you ran towards the bases gate.

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“Blade!” You yelled as one of the many criminals you’d been fighting pinned you against a wall. The eldest immediately was next to the crook and pushed him off of you. “Y/n are you alright!?” Tommy shouted to you while still fighting the hoard, “yep!” You responded before joining him in the fight. Techno did most of the heavy lifting, but he was beyond proud of the both of you. Your trio walked back to the base where you grabbed your things, you and Tommy changing back into normal cloths and letting your mentor clean your wounds. “Thank you Blade” you said as he finished wrapping your arm up from where it had been slammed against the sharp brick wall. “Anytime kid, now” he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants “you both have homework, go home”. You and Tommy starred at him. “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS KNOW WHEN WE HAVE HOMEWORK?!” Tommy yelled “YEA” you backed up the boy. “I just do. Now shoo” you and Tommy walked out while making faces that looked like you’d just bit a lemon at the man who you’d both deemed physic.

The next day you and Tommy rushed into Mr.Techno’s class, and excitedly told him about how cool the Blade had looked the night before, claiming that you’d watched him on the news. The professor just smiled and listened, you two were the best part of his day.

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Lol techno may or may not be based on Ash and y/n and Tommy may or may not be based on me and Lilly

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#dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #writing #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #techoblade #technoblade x reader #bedrock duo #dsmp au

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ryemackerel · 10 months

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in my funny headcanon au (it still doesnt have a name RIP…), i find it so sweet that the youngsters from benchtrio look up to tntduo as inspirational figures. of course since benchtrio are still teens, tntduo are already well into their adult years, like early/mid 30s.

tubbo, tommy, and ranboo are all naive ol folks. all of them being younger than 18, none of them know any better. and ofc being a bunch of dumb kids, usually they love making mistakes, LOTS of them. however, their past traumatic experiences put all of them in a position where they can’t properly enjoy their teenagehood, stripped of their innocence really.

ranboo struggling with recollecting his past and facing the heartwrenching possibility of being an escaped lab experiment, even though for years theyve always believed they had a true family back at his homeland. however, they struggle with knowing that they never did.

tubbo shielding himself off from his loved ones, avoiding intimacy and masking his emotions as much as possible, heavy memories stemming from his rough childhood living with schlatt.

tommy still recovering from the grief of losing his older brother, overwhelmed with the thought of his family splitting apart again, and recovering from his own death from years back.

although their lives have improved so much more now, their pasts still dwell in the background. as teens, these three always strive to seek others that can truly understand them, find some common ground and relatability with others that have dealt with issues just as difficult as theirs. i feel like that’s why benchtrio bonds so closely with tntduo and attaches to wilbur and quackity so much.

being old as they are now, wilbur and quackity have gone through so much. wilbur with post-revival, quackity with openness, both with rough pasts. in a way, i feel like all of them got along because of these shared experiences.

tommy has always stuck with wilbur since the day tommy was born, basically siblings of the same blood that you can never break apart. wilbur was the very person that raised tommy until they found phil. she helped tommy through his worst times as a kid, and after revival it was tommy that helped wilbur out of the mess he was in.

both tubbo and quackity dealt with how schlatt treated them. tubbo almost looks up to quackity as a father because of how much he understands him.

ranboo doesnt look up to a specific person in particular, but has always wanted a place to fit in. after meeting the sbi, tubbo, and quackity, thats where he started feeling like he truly belonged.

i have no specific name for this au, but i love to think about the connections all of the characters have with each other, and thats been the main subject of the au. like one huge hub of folks that have found ways to get along, almost slice of life-ish, where although everyone still has their own issues, theyre all trying their best to enjoy their lives and recover. healing au? revival? i really dont know if i can find names that arent already taken, might need some help BWHAGAH! thank you lots for reading! :)

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp au #benchtrio #tntduo #ryemackerel dsmp hcs #ryemackerel dsmp healing au

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latetothepartyandconfused · 11 months

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@sbibingo day 1: superhero au

[ID: traditional drawing, sbi/dsmp fanart. It shows wilbur, philza, techno and tommy from the front, all with neutral expression. Wilbur has black suit, belt and mask that covers the left part of his face and short yellow jacket. Phil has black suit with class on his fingers, green dress, black bird-like mask, head cover with green and white stripes and black/grey cape. Techno has pig mask, red eyes, tan skin and and long pink hair. He is wearing white suit wizh red shods and belt, golden stripes around the edges and fur/fluff around the neck. Tommy has white mask and suit with green triangle on the neck and red stripes on the shoulders and wide red stripe on his right arm. Their superpowers are written next to them. Wilbur has placebo power, Philza flying and healing, Techno enhanced speed, strength and sences and Tommy speed and fire End ID]

I really like kind of reverse hero-villain thing. So the idea with this is basaicaly that you have this world where everyone has superpowers, some stronger than others (the maximum level being 20- that level is extremly rare). Those powers can 'wake up' at any point of life but most comonly between the ages 0 and 25. Now if you have power above the level 12, you are legally obliged to join the hero force. They serve as sort of police/army. They have to live outside of the rest of society which helps to make them into a legends of sorts, they live in often terrible conditions and have to follow strict rules. They go on missions and for every successful mission, they get a reward but for a failed one they are punished. The villains on the other hand are not a unified group. Villain is basically anyone who is not hero but possesses enought power (doesn't have to be magical) to be a threat. They mostly work as individuals or form smaller groups (thought there are some exceptions from that). All of sbi have high level of power. Wilbur's power is placebo power which means you have the power other people believe you have. I believe the other powers don't need explaining Phil is Will's father and Techno and Tommy are niot related to them (age wise Techno is between Philza and Wilbur and Tommy is little bit youger than will) Phil got his powers around the age of 23 but didn't won't to join the heros so he hid them. Wilbur got his power around the age of 19. He told Philza he has the same powers as him as they are often hereditary so he would believe him easily. later he also got fire and low persuassion powers (all from the placebo power). He decided to join the heros but promised Phil to not speak of his powers. From that moment on, his contact with phil (or anyone else) was cut. Phil tried to contact him multiple times but unsuccessfully and after some time he decided that he needs to know what's going on and broke into the place Will was at (turning himself into a villain) Shortly before that, Will caussed failure of some mission and also broke some of the important rules of the heros and was beaten up and tortured as a punishment. When Phil found him he was dying, but he managed to heal him. After that they both became villains. Wilbur knew techno (a villain) from his time as a hero and they joined with him. Tommy is a young hero who is sent to capture the trio. They immediately take liking in him and are curently trying to convince him to join them.

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanart #dream smp fanart #my art #c!tommy #c!wilbur #c!techno #c!philza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #philza #technoblade

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goopyslimeybxstrd · 7 months

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“welcome to the circus!” sleepy boys inc. &co fanfic — chapter 1

hi! this is my first time writing a fanfic, posting an actual thing on tumblr and also the FIRST chapter of my circus au sbi&co fanfic!

this would normally be posted on ao3 but i’m currently waiting for my invitation.. but im very excited to share it with people and my friend recommended posting it on here since apparently fics do very well on here:)

BETA READ BY CLEETUSPAWS (THANK YOU SO MUCH!)

the rain hit the stone tiles of the street with loud pitter-patters, accompanied by the splash of a red pair of vans and black converse walking through a puddle. toby sighed when rain hit his head through the umbrella, looking up at the inconveniently placed hole. he turned to tommy with a frown, who was blissfully unaware and munching happily on his shitty sausage role from the sketchy bakery a few blocks away.

“tom, the umbrellas got a hole in it.. and my hairs getting wet.”

toby sighed, tapping tommy on the shoulder with a small slightly annoyed smile, pointing to the hole once tom had looked over.

tommy looked puzzled,

“what the fuck man? this umbrella was fine like— two days ago, when that guy gave it to me.. did you bite it or something tubs?”

he snickered, nudging the other boy with his elbow, a smirk plastered across his face, causing toby to fall backwards a tiny bit. he gasped, folding his arms.

“hey! don’t you be nudging me, also, i’m not a rat, i didn’t bite the umbrella. i don’t think it would be that tasty anyway..”

he grinned, nudging the blonde back with a laugh.

tom laughed out loud, finally moving the umbrella around so the hole was behind the both of them, the rain still cruising through but luckily far enough away that it wasn’t bothering the two. the hair of the two swayed in sync in the soft breath of the wind and the rain seemed louder on the top of the run-down umbrella now. or maybe they seemed quieter; it was hard to tell.

they had been quieter with eachother than normal recently, anyway. tommy had noticed it, assuming tubbo hadn’t so much. if toby noticed anything wrong he would obviously tell him, right? that’s how it’s been going since they were twelve years old— how its been going since they declared they were best friends in that shitty run down orphanage. shivers run down his spine at even the mention of that place. what a nightmare of a shithole, tom felt a pang of guilt for all the kids who were still stuck there, trapped in the foster system. he just hopes they wake up one day and take the chances of escaping.

tom snapped back into reality after a short moment, rolling his eyes at the fact he had a full train of thought about the life he so desperately wanted to leave behind in the dirt. maybe one day they’ll be able to help out some kids to escape that dump.

well, obviously not now.

scraping his lunch funds together was difficult enough for him.. let alone having to donate to the homeless shelter camp thing so he and toby can still ‘live’ somewhere.

“it’s practically paying rent, just masked as a nicer thing.” he explained to toby once, after they’d dropped whatever money they had left at the end of the month into the red bucket gripped by the owner of the land.

toby sighed, looking over to tom who had a wry look in his eyes, turning away quickly. he made an awkward facial expression before speaking:

“is it a mcdonald’s night.. or have we already spent too much money today?” he quizzed, glancing up to tommy and watching his hand as he brought it up to brush it through his hair, the blonde strands falling over his forehead again comfortably.

tommy thought for a moment, suddenly turning up to tubbo with a cheeky smile.

“you know what tubzo? why not man? we deserve it. we’ve been working all week and shit..” he gushed, gripping the umbrella tighter in his hand. toby seemed to catch up on the excitement, grinning back at him.

they walked faster now, turning onto a different street other than the one which would direct them home, chatting along until tommy stopped. turning to a telephone pole and looking at the brightly coloured poster stamped on it.

‘CASTING OPEN’ it read in a big pink font, a black shadow decorating it. under that violation to the eyes, there was extra text. holy shit.

there layed the logo of the ‘syndicate circus’, the swirly writing all too familiar and sported with the three colours for the three members. yellow for acrobur (‘what a stupid fucking name,’ tommy thought, who hates their child that much? he hates to admit acrobur was probably his favourite, though..), a bright green for crowman and a vibrant red for the blood god. jesus christ.

he poked tubbo on the shoulder, pointing to the poster and aggressively tapping on it.

“toby. are. you. seeing. this? castings for SYNDICATE? TUBZ. THIS WOULD BE INSANE.” he marvelled, grabbing the poor boy by his shoulders and shaking him slightly.

toby scoffed,

“tom you’re being a bit ambitious.. they wouldn’t let two teenagers - who barely have any talent at all - within fifty feet of the tent, let alone in it.”

tom rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, “you’re so boring, toby!” he ranted, sounding agitated,

”such a pussy. you know that right? you’re a puss.”

his tone changed to a teasing one, poking at the brunette with a cheeky grin.

tubbo blinked, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows, waiting for tommy to continue.

tom scoffed, hands moving around in strange gestures as he attempts to explain—-

“okay- look, toby, like.. you’re good at those fuckin trampolines and i’m like really funny!”

tom stared at tubbo while he thought, his mumbles snapping the other out of his train of thought,

“and like.. i’ve always loved syndicate circus and i just think it’d be REALLY cool..”

toby stared with a blank face, a smile creeping up slowly,

“well- you’re not that funny. but its just.. we might not have enough money to support that, tom.”

tommy massaged his temple, right. money. that’s a good point. oh well!

“who fuckin cares about money?? imagine how much we could make from joining THE syndicate circus!” he exclaimed.

toby lowered his head, thinking again before looking up to tommy about to speak—

“come on, man! pleaase?? please please? pretty please, toby..????” tom begged, trying his hardest to do some kind of puppy-eyes.. and failing.

tubbo sighed. ‘anything to make tommy be quiet,’ he thought, turning to check the date on the poster.

“fine,” he muttered, “but as soon as ANYTHING goes wrong, we’re out of there. got it?”

#sleepy bois fanfic #sleepy bois au #fanfic #tommyinnit #dsmp fanfic #tubbo #fic #fanfiction #sleepy bois inc #dsmp au #dsmp #mcyt #clingy duo #dream smp #au #circus #circusau #welcometothecircus

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ditzydreamsss · 8 months

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this one skephalo origins au i never started writing

i dont remember much and i kinda forgot about it.

benchtrio & skephalo centric

I might write drabbles of it later but maybe not, idk. I'm not really in the skephalo fandom anymore but at the same time-

TITLE: the skephalo origins au idk [chapters] SETTING: origins au IDEA:

Tommy is the youngest adopted son of Emperor Philza Minecraft of the Origins Kingdom. He sees a glimpse of Skeppy and Bad when he's sneaking into the kitchen for a midnight snack. Main conflict? Don't know yet. Anyways, Bad is the Brave Soul's reincarnation, kind of.

A long, long time ago, when there were no monsters and no different dimensions, it was peaceful. But one day, an eclipse happened midday. The Brave Soul stepped forward and grabbed the 14 stars from the void filled sky. They used one of the star's powers to wave off the void to seal it into a portal under a mountain. With the other 12 stars, the Soul released them into the sky and the stars grew until they shattered into a billion pieces. The Brave Soul took the last star and before anyone could thank them, they were never seen again.

Bad is the Brave Soul's reincarnation. When Philza went to the end to defeat the dragon, the ghost of the soul was following him. Phil took the egg to the overworld because he couldn't make himself destroy it. The egg disappeared from Phil because the spirit of the soul entered the egg and boom, there's Bad.

The reason why Bad named himself Bad is because no one would adopt or help him and at some point, people started to hunt him just because of his foreign devil look. People called him "bad" a lot, so Bad just thought that was his name.

Bad in this story is canonically half ender dragon, half starborne.

Bad and Skeppy met when Bad was running away, having to stolen food yet again. What could he do? He didn't know how to do anything else. Bad almost got caught by the angry shopkeeper but then a rock embedded in jewels (though worthless) hit the shopkeeper and distracted them enough for Bad to escape. Turns out it was Skeppy. Skeppy's been out in the wild too, but this time wanted to be captured because of his ability to produce jewels. When Bad's a bit far away from the town, Skeppy jumps down in front of Bad and scares the stars out of him. Bad explains how he's not wanted then they argue for a bit, Bad trying to push Skeppy away. At the end, they decide to stick together. Also they both have a really bad crush for each other but they're too busy worrying about themselves that they don't notice the other's feelings (typical skephalo).

Years ago, when Tommy's still very young, Phil tells the story of the Brave Soul. Then someone from SBI requests the story of how Phil defeated the dragon. And then Phil mentions the egg. After the story, hours after everyone fell asleep, Tommy wakes up. It's midnight and Tommyinnit have the horrible cravings of a cookie and a coca coly. When Tommy's going to the kitchens for a cookie, he sees a flash and a red tail outside the window. Then they're gone. Tommy ignores it and is afraid, even though he'll never admit it.

Years later, when Tommy's about.. 15-16 let's say. He's outside exploring and trying to find a base for himself and bee duo. A safe haven, a place where Tommy can practice flying (without the trainers scolding him for his wild ways, but he can't help it. His wings are meant for short, strong glides.), Tubbo can store is nukes and make them with no disturbance (besides Ranboo, but he's pretty much given up), and a place for Ranboo to be free without his mask with no judgement because of his genetics and their half-split face (even though clingy duo insists it looks "badass").

Tommy of course gets lost. But he denies it and doesn't admit it. He and Tubbo argue up to a point they decide to seperate, Ranboo having no choice but to follow Tubbo. Then the trio hears mobs far after they separated. Tubbo feels immediate regret. So bee duo rushes back to Tommy.

Meanwhile, Tommy's having a horrible time. There's zombies and skeletons and creepers and soon, there would be phantoms too. Tommy's cornered now, and the mobs approach him. He's about to die when a bunch of shiny shards attack the mobs and suddenly, Tommy's airborne and being carried away. They don't fly high, only high enough to avoid the mobs. Directly under the canopy, and sometimes in it.

+ The one who rescued Tommy is Bad. Skeppy's fighting the mobs. Bad trusts that Skeppy can hold them off long enough. And besides, Skeppy's skin is almost indestructible. He's tried before (reluctantly). Tommy is at first struggling but stops after a while after Bad tells him Tommy's not going to be hurt and that he's not going to hurt Tommy and stuff like that. Tommy still doesn't trust Bad much, and Tommy can't see very well in the darkness, but Tommy allows Bad to carry him.

+ Then the scene cuts back to beeduo. Ranboo: Is.. Is that tommy over there up in the sky? Tubbo: get him. Tubbo drags Ranboo while somehow avoiding all the mobs, focused on Tommy and getting his best friend back.

+ Bad brings Tommy into a small hole under a rock. It's surprisingly cozy. Tommy rushes to the other side of the hole as soon as Bad releases him. Tommy spitting out words and insults and Bad's trying to calm him and reason with him (at some point, they exchange names). Bad's losing until Skeppy just comes in and is like "Kid. We literally saved you. We can just throw you back out with the mobs or you can stay here until morning. I'd rather go on with the first option, but I have a feeling a certain someone will have problems with that.)

+ Tommy reluctantly quiets down on that. He mumbles and agreement and goes to the corner, drags the blankets Bad gave him at some point, and lays down. He surrounds himself with his wings and goes to sleep.

+ Meanwhile, Tubbo's still outside in the darkness. His horns glow a bit, giving light but also alerting mobs nearby. Ranboo somehow reasons with Tubbo with good enough reasons to stay up in a tree until morning. Bee duo sleeps.

Tubbo: im going to murder him for this. Ranboo: calm down, honey- (both thinking, but they're so in sync they might as tell be telepaths.) /p of course

I didn't look over this at all so... sorry if nothing makes sense :D

#skephalo #skeppy #badboyhalo #fanfiction ideas #happyduo #tommyinnit #ranboo #tubbo #origins au #bench trio #philza #i didnt look over this #whoopsie #ditzy story corner

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supinetothestars · 1 year

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catbag

on ao3 here

chapters 1/?, 10k words, rated T, relationships: platonic SBI + tommy & tubbo, major tags: superhero AU, hero tommyinnit, villain SBI, child abuse, mind manipulation, family SBI, eventual fluff

summary:

Tommy's called Blindspot for a reason. He’s not invisible, as he’s reminded Dream time and time again - people can definitely see him. They just don’t notice. He blends into plain sight, totally diverting all attention like water off of a duck.

Usually, anyway. Orpheus, however, stiffens a little as Tommy draws nearer. He starts glancing around, as if struck by sudden paranoia. Tommy draws up in front of him, staff clenched in one hand, and Orpheus starts turning as if to check behind him.

“What’s that,” Orpheus mutters. “Who’s there-“

Tommy pulls his staff back and slams it into Orpheus’s stomach, hard.

Orpheus stumbles. He wheezes, choking, and then looks up at Tommy and fixes him with a burning glare.

“Who the fuck are you,” Orpheus says, eyes wild and oddly delighted. “Where were you hiding?”

Suspected of betraying the Hero Guild, Apprentice hero Tommy (A.K.A. Blindspot) is put under Security Protocol Catbag: a locked-on noise cancelling mask equipped with truth gas. His mentor, Dream, calls it a necessary teaching tool.

Meanwhile, SBI wants to know why their least favorite loudmouth little Hero has suddenly stopped talking.

#dsmp fic #fic recs #superhero au #dream smp fanfiction #fanfiction #dsmp fic recs #superhero au fic recs #sbi fic #dsmp #sbi #tommyinnit fanfiction #tommyinnit fanfic #fanfic

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nomsfaultau · 3 months

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The Lambs Wolves Wear part 5

Dark SBI AU where Philza’s human children were replaced by monsters. Start of ficlet is here.

“Do you really love us?”

“No.” “Wilbur” ripped the answer out of Philza’s throat before he had time to lie. Philza swallowed roughly, throat burning with the traces of fae magic used against him. He’s fairly confident he could win in a fight between the two of them, but “Wilbur” was still at times the most dangerous out of all of them. Sly where “Technoblade” was straightforward, subtle where “Tommy” was obvious. Both the most suited to uphold the illusion of their perfect, normal, happy family, and the most determined to tear it to shreds. Only barely had Philza salvaged “Wilbur” revealing he knew the monsters had replaced his real children. And yet he was determined to destroy that lie, too.

Only, Philza didn’t understand why “Wilbur” didn’t do this in front of the others if he really wanted Philza to be ripped to shreds. No, apparently this was to be a private affair, “Wilbur” locking Philza’s bedroom door behind him. Philza couldn’t tell if the tears in his eyes were from hearing the truth, the burn of the iron knob against his spindly changeling claws, or simply an illusion designed to manipulate Philza.

But if he had the truth of how Philza felt about them, why would he bother?

“I’m not going to kill you,” “Wilbur” drawled, stalking towards where Philza sits very still at the foot of his bed. “I know that’s what you think, why you’ve been pretending to love us like this. You’re a smart guy, if nothing else.” The tears streaked through his borrowed face, clawing imperfections through the mask of the real, human Wilbur. “But you know the other two would obliterate me if I killed you. There. That’s all the logic a survivalist like you needs. So now you can stop pretending,” “Wilbur” hissed, voice rippling with fae magic.

“I don’t know how you could expect me to really love any of you.”

“I didn’t! I’m not stupid like the others, I knew going in your love was never going to be for the real me. For the kid I stole the face of, maybe, but in what world would you have ever cared about the monsters that took them from you?! You were always going to hate me when you found out!” Philza couldn’t imagine why the changeling would force his ears to think his voice cracked with betrayal. He looked up to the creature looming over him, watching the way he glared through heavy tears. Why was he still being manipulated if “Wilbur” was claiming he wanted an end to the illusion?

“Actually, it’s because love takes far more time than a few weeks. But I don’t have to love you to be kind,” Philza continued. “And what you boys need is kindness. You wouldn’t stay if there wasn’t some part of you that yearned for a soft life.” Not that the fact softened his heart to them. His manipulation of that yearning was the only thing that kept him alive and would save his real sons.

“That’s not a life I’m ever getting, though. I was never going to be a worthwhile replacement. Never. Your real son is gone, alright!? I’m never going to be perfect, wonderful Wilbur!” The features of his son washed away to reveal the truth of the changeling. Uncanny ivory skin drained of the colors and features “Wilbur” wore like a mask. The creature was almost skeletal, sharp and bony, and yet at the same time melted like candle wax. It felt wrong to watch a monster weep. “Look at me. This is the real me. No one wants this. Not me, not you, not her.”

And it was a little easier to take his claws in his own hands than it usually was, Philza careful not to brush against the faeling with his iron wedding band. He couldn’t say he wanted “Wilbur” because he never wanted any of this. But for the first time Philza realized that “Wilbur” never wanted to replace his child in the first place. “Who is ‘her’? Why would she tell you such awful things?”

“Wilbur’s” claws dug into him, the changeling’s head dropping in shame. “The Fae Queen. She tried so hard to make me Wilbur, and I just wasn’t good enough. Not for her, not for you. That’s why she stole him, she deserves better than me.”

“Wilbur” didn’t catch the spark flash in Philza’s eyes as he finally got a hint as to where one of his boys was. The taste of hope was nearly suffocating. “Trying to be someone you’re not is horrible. She never should have forced you to try.”

“I wanted to be Wilbur. I mean, who wouldn’t? He’s perfect,” he spat with a voice of venom and longing in equal measure. “I can’t blame her for hating a worthless copy like me.”

“I don’t think you’re worthless–”

“You hate me. You were my one chance and I ruined it.” The changeling choked on his own words. His legs trembled and gave out, collapsing to his knees before Philza, still clutching his hands like a lifeline. Philza said nothing as he nudged “Wilbur’s” head to rest in his lap, stroking the strange silver strands so unlike the texture of his child’s dark hair. Thin locks of it wrapped around his fingers, reaching to entangle him. “I’m sorry. I knew I was going to ruin your life and still I came into it anyway.”

The changeling wept in his lap, apologizing for ever being made. Quietly, Philza drew out information from him, how the Fae Queen raised “Wilbur” to replace his child and why and when and what she’s like. Anything to help him find and save his real child. Glamours danced about the room, the dark veiled figure of the Fae Queen, the way Wilbur struggled and screamed for him as he was replaced, the thick illusion “Wilbur” had put upon the rest of his household so they wouldn’t hear Wilbur’s pleas. The cold and lonely castle that the changeling was raised in, the cruel Fae Queen trying to shape him into the child that caught his eye only to discard him. Philza gently soothed him, telling him how soul destroying it could be to pretend something was real, especially when you wanted it to be. Swearing that “Wilbur” didn’t have to pretend to be his child in order to be loved. Assuring him it wasn’t his fault.

Seeing the true form of the changeling wasn’t terrifying compared to Philza realizing there was a shred of truth to his comforting lies.

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nefkyo · 1 year

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White Noise

I wrote this as a gift for @/chrustilins.art.corner on Instagram and their amazing Surgeon AU. They make insane art and are a really cool person all around. This is based on their aforementioned AU.

Characters: Dream/George, SBI family dynamic by which I mean they are actually family, a bunch of mcyts become doctors, unnamed background characters and a lot of em

Tags: medical terminology, hospital, gore, surgery (duh), implied trauma and loss, sensory overload, auditory overload?, hurt-comfort, if you know the au it'll hurt more, I promise nobody dies

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Words: 2,311 words, 12,593 characters (circa)

When Dream was still in medical school, he was assigned to review a thesis by one Mr. Rosarito M. Guerrero. It was 50 something pages of a guy reinstating what he already thought was obvious to everyone who ever walked through the automatic doors: hospitals are loud, and they get louder every year. It included little graphs the printer he was at the mercy of spat out in shades too dark, but they weren't an enigma to understand then, much less now that he basically lived on the cardiology floor. He could hear all of it, all of the time: children's shoes squeaking as they ran around unsupervised, blaring ambulance sirens that couldn't just stop after getting the patient out, doctors shouting orders to interns that won't understand them, people crying over nothing, or just the low humm of the ceiling lights while he gave up on waiting for his next patient.

The fourth one. The fourth time his pager alerted him for an emergency downstairs since he started his shift. A woman in her 40s this time. He sighs, drops the clipboard he was writing his inventory on in the hands of the first nurse in his way and takes the stairs. Fixated on the steps, he starts a little guessing game to steady his nerves: What's Killing You? "A woman in her 40s needs heart surgery" said the fist note on his mental coarkboard. If it were overdose, she'd already be dead. Anyone who overdoses after 30 wasn't rescued, but discovered, and discovered means done for. Heart attack? In her 40s? Either they've been actively torturing her at work or there's a family history. Or, and he really didn't want to deal with another, it could be a- Screaming breaks his thought pattern. Yep, he's reached the ground floor. No use in trying to think about anything once you have to walk past rows and rows of people holding their broken limbs like they have to get them amputated and patient's family trying to argue with staff like they know what they're doing. He gets bumped into twice, has to dodge a cart once, and was almost stopped by three separate people, shooting up from their seats to ask him when they can be recieved. Like every doctor works in the same department. Not finding anything polite to say to the third, a comfortable woman who was actively breaking the sound barrier, he replied "I don't work here" and took off. Sometimes he wishes it was true, but only for a moment.

"Car accident, isn't it?"

"Yeah, she hit the guardrail at a curve and her airbag didn't open." replies Sam, marching towards him. "The lawsuit will be glorious." Dream mumbles with the dry humor he can only use around a select few. His colleague, first on that list, hands him his plastic wrapped facial mask with an already muffled "If she makes it." They turn the corner to the entrance and find the woman on the ambulance stretcher. They spot Darryl's hand shoot up from the crowd of interns and nurses, gesturing them to come closer. "Dr. Wast." he introduces him quickly to the posse. He then walks back to exchange a few words to a blond man about the same age as the woman. His hands rest on the shoulders of two almost identical teenagers, one a brunette, the another with dyed pink hair. Between them stood, clearly lost, a boy that couldn't be older than a gradeschooler.

Dream stares at them for a second, then looks down at the woman. Even if half her face is being covered by an oxygen mask, she looks way younger than 40. It makes Dream shiver.

At the count of 3, she is lifted - Sam and Dream hold most of her weight, but nobody is actually going to point it out - and transfered to a proper hospital bed. "Major injuries?" he talks over the younger staff, settling for the one that looks the easiest to deal with. He stammers, holding the metal railing of the bed as it rolls through the hallways. "Uhm- broken nose, left femur is fractured in two places, but we've also-- Dr. Halo detected internal bleeding. Her sternum..." He starts but draws a blank, so he gestures, opening his palm to his chest and pressing hard on it. Dream resists the urge to roll his eyes at the unprofessionalism and just nods as he slows down to stand behind the bed. "Dr Halo, we'll have to get her to radiology--" tries another nurse, but Darryl dismisses her. "There's no time, her heart is already struggling. We'll have personnel from the unit join us and, if necessary, she'll be flipped on her side." Dream looks over at him. Thank god he's in charge of things. From behind, they hear a tiny British voice shout "Mum!", then die out.

Catching up with them in the hall, Dr Ponk opens the door to the operating room to carry in the patient, now identified as Mrs. Watson, while the staff gets ready in the prep room. Dream is the last one out, about to get his equipment sterilized when he hears a very unsubtle and squeaky pair of children's sneakers chasing after him. Dream turns around to meet with that tuft of blond hair over the biggest blue eyes he's ever seen. They stare up at him. "Is my mum in there?" asks the boy. "Yes, but you can't see her now. She's sick." Dream says, not knowing if he should lie. The boy looks past him for a second, then back up at him before running towards the door. Instinctively, Dream slams it behind him. Hard.

"What was that?" Sam says while fitting his gloves again. "One of her kids followed us somehow, the youngest. He's outside." Dream says firmly, subtly taking a moment to breathe in before stepping closer to the table. One of the interns, a young woman with already sterilized hands looks at the door at the information, but goes back to preparing the basin. Dr Ponk, already sterilizing the tools, is the only one who actually responds with alarm "What?! How did he get in here?!" "Not my problem." Dream shrugs, "If I heard him coming, so did his family. They'll come get him." "No, we have to at least tell him to leave." Ponk points out like it's obvious. "Why? We have to work fast, there's no time to think about some kid!" Sam defends. "Are any of you not sterilized yet?" Darryl asks the interns, all shaking their heads. "We're ready, Dr. Halo. Dr. Wast is the only one who hasn't..." the girl speaks, until her voice dies out once she realizes Dream absolutely does NOT want to open the door. That's when they hear a pair of small fists banging on the door. "Tell him to go back to his dad." Darryl orders, pointing at the door. "Me??" Dream snaps "I'm here to save this woman, not babysit!" "You're here to save a MOTHER, and her child is standing outside. Just be nice." Darryl says firmly. Dream refrains from groaning in his face.

The boy immediately goes quiet. The lights keep buzzing. A knot of muscles and saliva clogs Dream's throat. The boy is staring up at him with terror in every part of his body. The little body he, the adult, is probably pulling and pushing too hard. He sniffles softly and Dream wishes he could cry with him. Instead he lets him go slowly, putting his hands on his shoulders. He kneels, breathes in like he hadn't been breathing the whole time. "...Your mommy will be fine, she's just sleeping because she got hurt." He whispers. The boy nods. "When we get hurt or we get sick, our bodies need time to recover. You'll see her soon, just not now, ok?" "Ok." the boy says. That's when he hears a pair of British voices barge in with a nurse. "TOMMY!" the brunette boy says in unison with his twin. "Tommy, you can't run away like that!" The father says, catching his breath. He spares a glance at Dream. He just nods and steps back. Tommy is picked up by one of his brothers and hides in the crook of his neck, tired out. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to see mum." "We've already told you, Tommy. The doctors need to take care of her." "I know, Wilby." Tommy's voice murumrs, as 'Wilby' follows his dad's gesture to back through the door with the nurse. Once they're alone, the father steps forward, red in the face. "I am so incredibly sorry. He just slipped away while I was signing the forms and--" "It's ok. He's very brave." Dream stops him. "And your wife is in good hands." He adds as he slips through the door, hearing the man sigh with relief behind him. "Thank you." he manages.

He opens the door slowly to find the boy on his tip toes, trying to see through the drawn blinds of another window. Dream prays he doesn't manage to see anything. "Kid, you can't stay here." Dream starts, to which the boy immediately tries to run into the room again. Dream closes the door behind him to not let the cold air escape. Or let the others, who got to actually work, hear him struggle with a little kid. "Let me see my mum! I want my mum!" the boy protests, flailing his skinny arms. Dream reaches down, grabbing him and pulling him away and into the hallway. The kid is relentless and won't listen to anything he says. Dream has handled annoying children before. Hell, he even held a newborn once. But he's completely unable to talk to them like children, subconsciously expecting them to understand everything like a grownup would. "Just calm down, you can't see her now, alright!" Dream's voice rises inadvertently. The boy takes it as a challenge and kicks him in the leg, hoping he'll flinch and let go. It doesn't work. "Will you stop? Go back to your dad, he's looking for you!" "I want my mummy!" "Go. Away." "I WANT MY MUMMY!" All Dream can think about is the surgery. That woman on the table. He's not the only cardiologist, but they need him inside. T"She can't see you right now! She can't talk to you!" The ceiling lights buzz. The boy's shoes squeak. He starts screaming. Is he getting dizzy? This was supposed to be the only quiet place in the hospital. "I WANT TO SEE HER!" One of the boy's arms slips free and trashes around. His gloved hand tries to catch his wrist again but the fabric feels sticky and starts to itch if he thinks about it too much. He thinks about the woman. Her family. The internal bleeding, her sternum crashed against the steering wheel. The car crash. The car crash. The car crash. "I WANT TO SEE MY MUMMY!" The car crash. The car crash. The car crash. The car crash. "I WANT TO SEE HER! I WANT TO SEE HER! I W-" Her heart.

"OH MY GOD, CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP? IS THAT SO HARD FOR YOU? WHY CAN'T YOU SHUT UP?"

The rest of the night, Dream doesn't hear any of it. Literally. His brain simply doesn't process any words, instructions, questions. Fortunately for him he stepped into the operating room too late and most of the important incisions were done by Sam, though he still had to do a lot of dirty work. He washes his hands and the water tap doesn't make a sound. His colleagues talk to him but he doesn't listen. Mrs Watson is in stable condition by dinnertime, when he steps out on the roof and takes out his phone. He contemplates a smoke, but he chooses against it while the call rings.

"Hello?" George answers on the other end. It's the first pleasant thing he's heard in hours. "Hi." Dream musters. "Clay!" he chirps, and god, it's the first time all day that he hears a pleasant sound. A beautiful sound. "I'm just uh, cutting potatoes. What's up? ...Clay?" "I just finished my shift. I'll clock out in 5 minutes." Dream answers with delay "Ok, so... That's why you sound like a deflated balloon, or at least more than usual?" George scoffs, masking a note of concern. Dream sighs with a smile. "I just..." Dream strains. The woman. The car crash. Her son. Her family. Her heart. "I can't stand any more... Anything. There's too much noise, too much light..." George hums in response and the call goes silent. Dream feels his phone vibrate against his ear before he can ask if he hung up. "ft?" The message lighting up the screen says, and Dream believes himself the luckiest person in miles. He turns on the camera and so does George. His screen shows him the kitchen ceiling for a few seconds, then his boyfriend's head pops up in the corner, smiling and waving. He finds himself waving back to the screen, now grainy as George flips the camera and shows him the cutting board, the peeled potatoes he was slicing and white mackerel sizzling in a pan. Dream flips his own camera and shows George the view from the hospital roof. Once they close the call, Dream gets another message. "You're not gonna hear a single sound around the house, I'll be super quiet" "Really?" Dream replies thinking he'll take it as a joke, but no, George thinks about it, then replies "Give me a number, that's how many times I can make noise" "Or else what?" "idk, I sleep in Patches' bed" "10" Dream settles with, sure this bit won't last.

He walks to the reception to clock out and meets face to face with the Watsons again. They extend their gratitude, Dream doesn't process any of the words but nods politely, smiles at Tommy and then slips into the parking lot. The traffic is loud and bright. The radio is on, but he somehow can't reach over and turn it off. He feels he wants to scream again, but, taking deep breaths, he tries to cancel out the noise. He parks outside and tries to focus on what he can feel. The key is cold when he turns it in the lock. Before he's made it all the way through the entrance, Patches is greeting him, and her fur might just be extra soft. And then George, running up to him and enveloping him whole, that clears his mind all at once. His hug is warm, so warm he could melt right there. He lets go to watch him open his palms and whisper "Welcome home". Then he closes a finger back into his hand. Dream feels he could say a thousand things right there, but he couldn't stand the sound if his own voice, so he just smiles. George takes him by the hand and drags him soundlessly - in socks, he'll notice later - past the living room, lit with soft lamps instead of the actual light, two hot plates of fish and potatoes waiting on the table. Smells nice. He takes him to the bathroom, points at the sink, then back at him, squinting, which should mean "You better wash those hands", and then disappears into the hallway.

After that, he hears exactly 9 more things.

Nine, Patches purring against his chair leg, begging him to let her try the mackerel.

Eight, his and George's fork "battling" when Dream wants to let Patches try the mackerel.

Seven, the tap running again while they get ready for bed.

Six, the bedsheets.

Five, George stifling a laugh when Dream kisses him on the side of his Adam's apple, right where it tickles.

Four, the click of the bedside lamp.

Three, his own voice when he whispers "Thank you. I love you so much."

Two, when George flips around to huddle up next to him.

One, when he whispers "I love you too."

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theportalhopper · 2 months

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Since I redesigned my other 2 oc's for Rhaps vigilante sheriff au I decided to complete the trio and redesign Aqua. The only major change in personality is that he's more optimistic and kind than mischievous and a 'cool kid'. He still copies other people's powers and the eyes change color depending on who's powers he's copied. I changed it so instead of him being from the city where tcfsv take place, he's from another fic made by rhaps. He used to work as a security guard for Sam and I like to think most of his vigilante outfit has a memento from each sbi member because of how close they are to them. The eyepatch is from Techno, the bandana is from Tommy, the hat is from Phil, the mask is from Ranboo, and the trench coat is from Wilbur. He's still Jimmy's brother and got into the accident so his wings are only big enough to slow fall. If your wondering he's copying Techno's power in the left pic.

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dnf-fic-recs · 10 months

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Not a rec but I was wondering if maybe you can give me recs?? If that's okay:) I like long fics:) any warning is fine, if you don't rec fics to people that's absolutely fine:)<3 (first time here too and your page is amazing:) I love how you repost smaller accounts:) as someone who wants to start writting fics I appreciate it and I'm sure all the other writers do!)

Here you go! These are some of my favourite long fics!

A Prince A Knight & Their Squires by Icechild

Three squires should never be trusted anywhere alone. Let alone when there was a knights competition closing in and one of them had something to prove. And especially not when their leading knight is exhausted and sees far too much of himself and his friends in his squires. Even more when the other kingdoms arrive and with them threats to the crowned prince that Dream's sworn his very life to. Where their knight goes his squires follow. And Dream? He's trying his best. OR I suck at summaries but welcome to your new favorite Knight Dream Medieval DSMP AU. SBI + DTeam + Chaos + hurt/comfort = this. You have both my welcome and my apologies.

WHEN I TELL YOU TEARS WERE STREAMING DOWN MY FACE DURING THIS FIC (mod sparkle):

Super by Lottiara

Two of the city's superheroes fight villians and protect the city whilst keeping their true identities a secret. They cannot even know the names of each other, their faces disguised by their magical jewels. Dream is a flirty, cocky and impulsive hero with a sword and a smirk, never failing to cast witty and flirty remarks at his partner. GNotFound is clever and calculated, and can’t stand being near the flirty masked hero. Exams, friend groups, crushes, fights and prom should be their main stressors. But George and Clay barely have time to sleep, let alone focus on anything else. None of that stops George from crushing hard on his classmate, but Clay’s heart seems to be somewhere else. Perhaps with a certain masked hero he secretly spends nearly every day with. Neither can escape the responsibilities on their shoulders, and they can’t tell anyone their problems. The only person that could possibly understand what they are going through, is each other. But they don’t even know who that is. Which is Super inconvenient.

Like Magic by KangarooKen, Serotonin103, Xeniality

“Don’t you get it?” Dream said to him in an excited whisper, eyes alight with joyous realization. “You—you’re magical, George!” “What does that mean?” “It means you’re like me!” When George first met the tall, freckled child who called himself Dream, he thought the other boy was bonkers. Strange clothes, a foreign accent, a closely-guarded secret — what was George supposed to make of his new next-door neighbor? Despite the newcomer’s strangeness, the two boys quickly forge a friendship. George soon realizes that he and Dream have a lot more in common than he first thought.

Walls by 24notfound ~ mature

He had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise.

When George is finally able to visit Dream in Florida, they start to face a lot more complications than they'd anticipated.

ANOTHER FIC THAT BROUGHT ME TO TEARS THE ANGST OMG:

Read Between the Lines by hayloftown ~ mature

The unexpected of parenting meets the uncertainty of love. Dream has to learn how to balance building a relationship from the ground up and his kids as he faces a new school year, new coworkers, and new drama. Or, in which Dream is a parent who is a little too interested his kids’ Kindergarten teacher.

#dnf fic recs #dreamnotfound fic recs #getting together fics #angst fics #angst with a happy ending #fluff fics #hogwarts au #miraculous au #superhero fics #teacher au #kid fics #pining fics #asks #recommended by sparkle

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