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lennjamin-o7 · 6 months
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Death Shall Come on Swift Wings to Him Who Disturbs the Peace of the King
Chapter 4
Technoblade was just a normal student-wait, scratch that. Technoblade was a fantastic student. But being a fantastic student doesn't protect you from the end of the world. Somehow, the Dead God has returned. And he has returned angry. He is committed to the death of the entire human race. Until he stops. And he demands the entire world bring him one person. One person, and then the reign of terror ends. But by the wing, why does that one person have to be Technoblade? or; Philza is an awakened God that wants revenge, until he realizes his murdered bestie was reincarnated. Now he just wants his best friend back. Technoblade wants to not be murdered by an all powerful god with attachment issues.
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it is the absolute pinnacle of comedy to me that one of the most popular fanfictions on the internet is a fanfiction about Minecraft characters named after and based on a song about being a christian
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starflake-burning · 2 years
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My newest sbi fic! 
Summary: Tommy is out to avenge his brother, who was eaten by a dragon. Unfortunately for him, the same dragon that took his brother just might take him as well.
Or
Dragon Phil kidnaps Wilbur and Tommy and makes them part of his hoard. Techno also gets attached to the two new nestlings.
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dealtersorcerer · 9 months
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I finally got around to finishing chapter 14 of Survivor’s Playground let’s go!!!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32742913/chapters/121444282
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aspelbees · 1 year
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If you like angst, zombies, and Sleepy Bois Inc:
You should read my fic because it's finally finished
No Second Chances - A zombie apocalypse SBI fic
I'm coloring a sketch I did for it sometime soon ish ❤️
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Thought I would share some WIPs that I never finished or did anything with.
1. This one is a star wars au (ik that the Jedi code warns against possession/obsession and not relationships as a whole but I needed plot armor).
"Tommy don't you remember? We're brothers!" Wilbur exclaims desperately.
"Jedi don't have brothers. " Tommy replies.
"We aren't Jedi! At least I'm not, and your better than all of them. We both are. Your to good for them! Just take my hand and everything can be like it was before. It can be better! Don't you want that, Tommy? Doesn't that sound nice?" The Jedi freezes. Something in his old master's words strikes him to his core.
"It does....."
"Then come with me."
"But you kill people!" He shouts.
"So do you!" He screams.
The blonde flinches and Wilbur forces himself to relax with a deep, shaky breath, "Just- listen, please. " he says with tears in his eyes.
"You belong by my side. I'm the last person in the galaxy that still trusts you! That still cares about you! I love you, Tommy. I can't lose you again. " The jedi ponder his words intently. Tears of frustration gather in his sad, blue eyes. The boy angrily wipes his tears on his dirty sleeve, smearing some dirt on his cheek. Wilbur wants to wipe away the dirt and tears with his thumb, like he used to. But the blue shine of Tommy's tears from his lightsaber keep the Sith away.
"Okay, " Tommy says, retracting his saber and standing straight to make eye contact with the other, "Okay, Wilbur. I'll go with you. "
Wilbur smiles.
2. This one is a dragon au type deal. I can't really explain it.
Wilbur had always been the more sickly of the two so, when they were given the option to fight in the pit for a chance at freedom, Technoblade was the one to step forward. Wilbur protested adamantly but the pinkette ignored him. Wilbur was thin and malnourished. Well, they both were malnourished but Wilbur came down with a cough or fever every other moon and his limp would get him killed in the pit.
Technoblade fought in the pit for 4 and half years before he earned enough money to buy himself and his twin's freedom. Techno had worried that the Lord wouldn't except his earnings and keep them enslaved, as many Lords often did with dragon born slaves, but he begrudgingly accepted the payment and let the Twins walk out of the estate hand in hand.
"I spent years fightin' for my brother and I's freedom. If I fight in the war now I could be captured. If I become a prisoner of war I will be sold off to a wealthy Lord and forced to live as a slave again and I can't do that. I can't take that risk because if I am gone then my brother will have no one to care for him and he will die. I fought to hard to get to were I am. I can't throw it all away now." Techno's words are cold and calculated and Tommy releases a low frustrated squack at his indifference and ruffles his feathers. He understands Techno's devotion but he is annoyed by his ignorance.
"But you aren't free. Not really. You and Wilbur are forced to live under the city. Your underpaid and overworked and forbidden to involve yourselves in politics. You can't leave the city without written permission and the punishment for carrying weapons or defending yourselves is death. You are not free but, if you come with me and join the rebellion, then maybe some day, you can be." Tommy says.
3. I wrote this after watching Wilbur's last dsmp stream.
"I- I never used to be this angry... What happened to me Tubbo? To us? "
Tubbo pauses, thinking to himself, before slowly leaning back against the bench and turing to his friend.
He smiles solemnly and says, "To much, "
"Heh- yeah, " Tommy replies softly, "Do you think we'll ever be free? " he asks.
"What do you mean? "
"Like, I don't think we've ever been free to just- be kids, ya know? "
The brunette stares at him intently.
"We were soldiers, then we were leaders, " he sighs, " prisoners, refugees, brothers, workers, and a million other stupid things. For once, just once, I want to be Tommy. "
"I never thought about it like that... It sounds nice. Just Tubbo. "
Tommy turns to his friend. The face that he meets is one that he hasn't seen in a long- long, time.
It's still Tubbo, but younger, softer. His horns barley peak out from the hair on his head. His burn scars are non-exsistent and the bags under his good eye are gone. He looks happy.
The vision fades away, but Tommy's smile doesn't.
Tubbo's face contorts in confusion, "What are you thinking about, boss man? " he inquires.
"A better time. A time long gone," he replies.
The brunette hums in reply, "Do you remember when you set my house on fire? " he says with a laugh.
"Oh, uh- yeah. Sorry 'bout turnin' it into a panic shelter, by the way. "
"It's no problem, man. Not like I was using it anyway. "
Tommy nods, "Cool."
Tubbo looks back to the horizon, deep in thought, before he speaks, "I can't believe Wilbur really left. It feels like he's still here. "
A sigh, "Yeah, " the blonde says, "I wish he actually was. "
Tears threaten to fall as he remembers Wilbur's final goodbye. He understands, truly, he does. But it isn't fair.
4. This was for a walking dead au (It has two parts).
A) Technoblade knew that losing Tommy would destroy Wilbur, and he knew that it would destroy him as well. The moment that Tommy took his last breath would be the moment that all the color drained from their lives. It would no longer be worth it.
B) Wilbur knew that he cared about Phil. He was one of his only friends. He knew that, if he should pass, he would miss him dearly. Wilbur did not however, expect to feel so utterly hopeless. The greif was gut wrenching. All he wanted to do was hold Tommy and Techno close as he cried. Somewhere during the last 4 years the brunette had learned to care for Phil almost as much as he cared for his brothers. Phil's death made Wilbur scared. Scared for his family. Techno was more that capable of taking care of himself, but Tommy was barely 15. He was skinny and absolutely rubbish with a gun. Wilbur wanted to steal the boy away and hide him from all the dangers of the world. Lock him up and keep him all to himself. But he couldn't. Tommy was to bright to be locked in the dark and he was not made to be hidden away from the world. The isolation would kill his brother almost as effectively as a bullet.
I have A LOT more of these so lemme know if you wanna see em. Probably gonna post them anyway though.
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hey y’all... i’ve been writing fics and if you want to check out the one i’ve been working on that’d be cool... it’s SBI centric, canon compliant for the most part, and so far it’s just family fluff-- 
it does feature dream smp ensemble, y’know like special guest stars
** i don’t usually promote myself like this so if the tagging is wrong (on this post) feel free to let me know so i can like take off the tag so people don’t get angry for mistagging :))
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sbi-fic-recs · 2 years
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i saw seven birds by pog_wizard
Official Summary:
"I saw all of existence at once. Thunder booms through the open air, shaking everything from the ground up. Streaks of lightning web out from a single, undefinable point, casting silver linings to the dark clouds swirling ominously above. Strong wind pushes golden stalks of field grass closer and closer to the soil as a cacophony builds, demanding every bit of noise be heard, all the way out to the cosmos. A rumbling grows louder, as if the steady beating of hooves had chosen to accompany the flashy show in the sky instead of its usual companion, riding just beneath the gale that threatens to topple anything in its way. Hard, fast rain cuts streaks of its own through the greenery, striking the ground with the fury of a fox ready for prey. I saw a dark storm, a living hunger eating it from within."
Ranboo wakes up to an unfamiliar house, a weird blend of a family, and few memories to their name. Because of course they do.
Status: Complete
Word Count: 18k, 9 Chapters
Submitted by a lovely anon! thank you for the rec :D
A Note From Anon: its from ranboos pov but its almost entirely about him befriending sbi.
Remember to read the tags!
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enter-the-blade · 1 year
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New fic!
Shuffle of the Deck
Chapter 1
// 2.5k words
// Techno & SBI-centric
// Superhero AU
Summary:
Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy are all top-level heroes employed by Legend Corp. When they need help catching a mysterious vigilante that goes by the moniker "Blood God", a promising young university student named Technoblade catches their eye. What could go wrong?
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dipdoodlesamu · 2 years
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HEYYYY SO, REMEMBER THAT FIC I SAID I WAS WRITING
YOU DONT? ME NEITHER
here it is
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38438494
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raindrops-on-concrete · 11 months
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an sbi fic with changing POVs where every POV is written in a different style: Wilbur's POV is written as a play with stage directions as if it were performed on a stage, Phil's POV is a manga, Techno's POV is written in verse à la Homerian epic, and Tommy's POV is either in form of a Marvel comic or prose fiction like your typical adventure story
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poraphia · 3 months
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Maybe the soap opera drama has a tight grip on my braincells BUT
imagine siren with a love interest who keeps. Getting. Into. Bad. Relationships.
not BAD bad relationships, just— people that are kind of pricks. One guy accidentally leaves the door open and their cats escape (and he doesn’t give a single fuck, just keeps watching tv and when the reader comes home from work he’s like “oh yeah ur cats escaped a few hours ago”), another never shows up on dates, one is just an arrogant prick, the other is boring as hell and has nothing in common with the reader——
Just
that must STING for siren. Like—— he’s right there????? He’d never think that he would be ENTITLED to a relationship with the reader, NEVER— but why can’t he be your type??
10/10 angst for him id say
he can’t even convince himself that he would be BETTER for the reader because he’s a villain
idk
"i found your cat, not him."
➵ PAIRING! clinic!siren!wilbur x civilian!taken!reader
➵ CREATING! 12.17.23 | 3631 words
➵ CONTAINING! jealous wilbur, reader has a cat, reader has a bf, jester talking some sense into siren, heartbroken wilbur
➵ SAYING! this took some days to work on but look! it’s finally done! i had a lot of ups and downs and probably switched up the plot a couple times but here it is :D thank uuu @listenheresweaty for suggesting this honestly i was thinking about writing this the moment u suggested it and now i have free time so yippie. hope yall enjoy :D
My masterlist :)
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(y/n) had a reputation to have a terrible taste in partners. Whether it be a girlfriend that refused to take them on a date and made (y/n) plan all of the dates out, or the boyfriend they had now, who “accidentally” left the door open, letting their cat escape. Wilbur watched from the window as the desperate (y/n) approached any passerby, showing a picture of their feline, just to have any sort of direction as to where it might be.
Wilbur wasn’t a hero of any sorts. The clothes on his back were purchased with money robbed from the bank down the street, and the laptop he was using to do his work on was stolen from some tech store in the mall. And don’t even get him started on his body count that could fill a graveyard. His powers were venom dripping from his tongue, and he was nothing but a snake.
So what made Wil get up from his seat to tap the shoulder of a helpless (y/n)?
Maybe because this person was an interest of Wil’s for quite some time now. From seeing them inside the coffee shop from time to time, to even catching the glimpse of the back of their head as they boarded the bus— It was like this person was meant to be in Wil’s life. Though he just never had the excuse to go up to them. So instead, for weeks now, he has been admiring this person from afar, seeking for some type of opportunity to spark up a conversation.
“Hey.. Are you alright?” He asked. (y/n) turned around, a little out of breath from quickly speaking to anyone who approached them.
“Y-Yeah— no! No..” She sighed, breathlessly. They slumped against a nearby wall, almost defeated. “I— I lost my cat. She’s this sweet white ragdoll with a pink collar and big black eyes. My boyfriend left the door open and she just snuck right out! He said the cat’s been gone for a while now and he didn’t even bother helping.” They trailed off. “I know she’s here somewhere.. I don’t know..” They buried their face into their hands, frustrated with themself.
Wilbur looked at them with a tilted head and puffed up cheeks. Despite this being a stranger, he couldn’t help but feel a panging guilt in his chest. “Hey,” He placed a hand on their shoulder. “I think I might be able to find her.”
“..You think so?” They responded in a meek voice.
“I’m sure..” He replied in a gentle tone. “I usually work like really late in the city. Maybe I could find her on my way home? Just give me some form of communication and a picture and I’m sure I can find her.” He smiled reassuringly. (y/n)’s head perked up, and suddenly their face was beaming with hope. It was a look Wilbur wished he could screenshot with his eyes and keep it in his mind gallery.
“Thank you! You don’t know how much this means to me.” They gleamed. “Hold on— Let me give you my phone number. What was your name again?”
Something about this question made Wil freeze up a little. This complete stranger, telling him that he’s a good person, is also asking for his name? I mean, it’s not like its the first time someone asked his name. But being asked in such a kind and polite way, it almost took him back to when he first met Phil.
He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts.
“Wilbur,” He finally said. “Call me Wil.”
After exchanging contact information they parted their separate ways. Wil decided to pack up his stuff and head back home. He took the train to his neighborhood and spent the whole ride staring at this picture of (y/n) with their cat he learned was named “Anvil.”
The picture was a selfie taken by (y/n) with Anvil pressing her fluffy face against her owner’s soft skin. It was a cute sentiment captured by their phone camera, and Wilbur knew it was a treasured picture of theirs. He took the time to admire the cat’s features. It had a mess of white fur, and would definitely stick out like a sore thumb in the midnight dark. The train came to a halt as it had arrived to Wil’s destination. It didn’t take but a fifteen minute to arrive home.
Wilbur inserted the keys into the doorknob before pushing the door open. He kicked the door behind him closed as he placed his coat and shoes by the shoe cabinet and dresser.
“Hey, Wil,” Phil called from the kitchen.
“Hey, dad.” He shouted back. Wil threw his bag onto the couch before sliding against the sleek wooden floor to the entrance of the kitchen. Phil’s wings were loosely hanging behind him as the man stir fried some ingredients into a wok. “What’s for dinner?” Wil asked.
“Oh, just some fried rice.” Phil shrugged. “Whatcha do today? Hang out at the cafe?”
“Ah, yeah, pretty much.” Wil said, leaning against the fridge. “I, uh, met someone today.”
“Oh?” Phil said, raising an eyebrow. “Someone, you say?”
“What— Hey! It’s not like that..” Wil rolled his eyes while crossing his arms. However that wasn’t enough to convince Phil.
“Well if you say so.” Phil smirked. “So, what happened?”
Wil turned around and grabbed a glass from the cabinet before pouring himself a glass of ice cold water. He took a sip before speaking. “Well, there was this person and— I’m not quite sure what it was about them but.. They had lost their cat, and I felt really bad, so I offered to help them. They sounded so kind and stuff, but like— Apparently their cat ran away because their stupid boyfriend decided to leave the door open?! And he didn’t ever bother to help—!” Wil took a deep breath before bringing the glass back to his lips.
“—Oi, what are you bitching about?” As if on queue, Tommy emerged from the stairs. His hair was a ruffled his mess and he stumbled a little as he walked as if he had just woken up.
“Oh, Wil is just upset about someone he just met losing their cat—” Phil tried to explain, but Wil was quick to butt in.
“They didn’t lose their cat! It was their damn boyfriend!” He corrected. “Like, for hours he even knew the cat escaped and he just let it happen?!”
“Uh oh, looks like big Wil over here is catching feelings!” Tommy snickered as he wrapped an arm around Wil’s neck.
“Ugh, stop—” Wil pushed him away, but Tommy was persistent with his teasing.
“Little Wilbur has a crushy wushy and will find that cat and propose to them OoOoOo!” Tommy chirped.
“—Dad! Tommy’s being a bitch!” Wil cried as he struggled to escape Tommy’s grasp. After enough pushing, Wil was able to shove Tommy away before forcing Tommy into a headlock.
“Hey! Agh— Get off me you big bastard!” Tommy exclaimed. But Wilbur stood firm as he restricted Tom’s limbs by embracing him tightly.
“Both of you stop playing in the kitchen! Now, go get Techno because the food is ready.” Phil ordered, sternly.
Reluctantly, Wil released his grip from Tommy. Tom rubbed his arms and gave a big side-eye look to Wil.
“Bitch.” Tom muttered.
“Tommy! Go!” Phil ordered again, leaving Wilbur a snickering mess as Tom did his walk of shame toward the steps.
After dinner with the Soots (and some convincing to the family that Wilbur was not in love with this stranger he had just met), Wil dressed in his disguise and entered the night as Siren, a profound villain known in L’manburg city. His first task at hand was to find Anvil in Eastside.
He sauntered through the night with his hands in his pockets and his eyes lurking the streets. The night was cold and quiet with only the hum of the streetlights occupying his ears. But his only goal was to listen to the sweet meow of a cat lost and frigid. Every alleyway he came across he made sure to go through it thoroughly, making sure that the cat wasn’t stuck in a garbage can or in a cardboard box.
“Fuck, where is this cat..?” Siren muttered under his breath. He began whistling, making any noise imaginable to summon the feline. To no avail, no cats came running his way. Instead, a rather confused Jester jumped down from a building and right in front of Siren.
“What.. Are you doing?” Jester asked. Though he was wearing his mask, Siren could already tell he was furrowing his eyebrows.
Siren scoffed before continuing to walk. “I’m looking for a cat.” He replied. “But I can’t find her anywhere. I’m supposed to get her before the morning so I can return it to its owner.”
Jester followed behind him, his hands behind his back. “And this is important because..?”
“I-It’s important to me!” Siren retaliated, but if anything, it made him seen more desperate.
Jester sighed before shaking his head. “Don’t tell me you’re doing this just to impress someone.”
“I-I don’t know man.” Siren finally admitted, though he continued looking left and right in an attempt to find (y/n)’s cat.
“Siren, you know we can’t be doing this— y’know, trying to date and all of that. We’re villains. What do we do if they find out, and the whole syndicate is reported? Plus, you know how we are. We’re ‘evil.’” Jester made sure to put the last word into air quotes. “At least to society we are. We have to face the truth—”
Though Jester’s words were going one ear and out the other, some of them still stuck in Siren’s head. Sure, this wasn’t the first time Siren wanted to form a close bond with someone outside of the syndicate— I mean look at Tommy. He adjusted comfortably. But I guess this time it was different. This was a complete stranger that he met as a civilian, and now he was out as Siren looking for their cat! The more Siren thought about, the more he felt foolish.
Suddenly, a loud meow could be heard from an alleyway just to the left of Siren. Jester ceased his talking and looked at Siren, who was staring at Jester right back.
“Is that the—”
“Shhh..” Siren brought his finger to his lips to quiet down Jester. Slowly, Siren approached the alleyway with Jester steadily following behind him. Lo and behold was Anvil, perched on top of a cardboard box that sat right on top of a garbage can.
“How’re you going to get it?” Jester whispered.
“Just watch.” Siren cleared his throat. He picked up a spare cardboard box that was lying around and held it up near ground level for the cat to easily jump into. “Anvil, come and sit in this box.”
A moment of silence passes between the three of them as the cat laid comfortably in her seat, not planning to move anytime soon.
“Uh, was that supposed to do something?” Jester asked sarcastically. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
“What the.. Anvil, come here now!” I demanded once again. As if taunting me, the cat simply licked her paws in response. Jester couldn’t help but to burst out laughing.
“Are you telling me your powers don’t work on cats?!” Jester gasped between laughs. “That’s fucking hilarious! Hopefully the Heroes won't find out about this one!”
“Shut up, dude!” Siren fussed at him. It took a bit for Jester to settle down his laughter with hands up out of protest.
“Sorry, sorry.. I just think it’s way too fucking funny.”
“Help me get this fucking cat, dude!” Siren exclaimed, clearly annoyed now. Siren turned around, now facing the cat again. He decided to kneel down to ground level with the box now on the floor.
Siren whistled to grab the feline’s attention. “C’mere, Anvil! Come here, buddy!” But the cat simply ignored the masked man.
“Hm, do you have a picture of the owner?” Jester asked.
“Oh, uh, yeah—” Siren took out his phone and tapped on a few things before pulling up the picture of (y/n) and Anvil. Siren looked at it one last time before showing the screen to Jester. He studied the face carefully, even grabbing the phone himself for him to examine.
Then with a simple head shake, Jester transformed his face into (y/n). It was an uncomfortable sight seeing their head on Jester’s body, but it definitely sparked the interest of Anvil.
“Come here, Anvil, come here!” Jester exclaimed as knelt down. Even his voice was near identical to (y/n). Obediently, the cat hopped off of the garbage can and into the arms of Jester, purring gingerly as she snuggled into his chest. I gave Jester an amused look as he smirked smugly.
“So, am I getting paid for this?” Jester asked as he carefully placed the feline into the box.
“To be fair, you volunteered to help. I didn’t ask.” Siren replied.
“Touche.”
Siren and Jester walked together until they were able to change into civilian clothes to avoid any conflict. It was important for Jester to maintain the face of (y/n) to keep the cat as calm as possible. Despite Siren knowing that it was just his friend and business associate under that form, he couldn’t help but stare at the face of (y/n). How their hair flowed as they walked and how their eyes glowed even under the moonlight. It felt too enchanting to even be real.
“Hey, you good bro?” Jester’s voice was the only thing to throw Siren out of his delusions.
“Yeah— yeah I’m fine.” Siren muttered, looking away. Jester rolled his eyes before sighing.
“Dude, what did I just say about getting attached to anyone?” Jester lectured once again.
“I— I know.” Siren replied defeatedly. “I know..”
“It’s dangerous for you, and whoever this—” Jester pointed as his own face. “—person you’re so infatuated with. It would be dangerous for not only you, but for them too. Imagine how much trouble they would be in knowing that they’re in relations with a supervillain.”
“I know, Jester!” Siren cried. The both of them stopped in their tracks. Even the cat laid still in it’s box. The midnight crickets filled the empty air between the two villains. “I get it— it’s too dangerous for me. It’s too dangerous for them. I’m evil. I’m going to put them in danger— I just— ugh!” Siren tilted his head back in frustration.
As he bit the inside of his cheek to hold back any bitter words he had the urge to say, Jester stood there and stared at him. It hurt even more seeing the person of interest saying these words to him. Jester quickly transformed back into his regular mask and placed a hand on Siren’s shoulder.
“Look man, I’m sorry..” Jester apologized. “I’m just worried about you, alright? Don’t want anything happening to you, especially what went down this past year.” Siren tilted his head back to look at him, and though his eyes were shielded, he could tell they were full of sincerity and reassurance.
“Yeah..” Siren voiced. “I guess I’m just tired. I don’t know. Let’s hurry home soon.”
“Alright.” Jester agreed.
The two were able to change out of their villain disguises in an abandoned warehouse without anyone noticing them. They then made their separate ways, leaving Wilbur and the cat in careful silence on walk home. Once Wil made it to the front door, he was careful in making up the steps to his room where he would keep the cat. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone’s sleep considering that Phil and Techno were at a meeting and Tom could be quite the heavy sleeper.
Wil shut his bedroom door behind him and placed the cardboard box next to his closet. Though the cat was sound asleep now, he made sure to tuck in the feline with any spare blankets he had lying around before changing into his sleepwear and laying down in bed.
Wil pulled out his phone and texted (y/n).
Wilbur Hey, able to meet me at the cafe sometime tomorrow morning? I have you cat :)
Surprisingly, they responded.
(y/n) OMG really?! Thank you so much! I’ll see you tomorrow x
‘x’? Don’t those usually mean kisses? They probably just meant it in a friendly way. Or maybe they’re showing an interest in Wilbur? Nah, that can’t be possible. But what if? What if they’re interested in Wilbur?
Regardless of what (y/n) intended when they signed off with that little letter, Wilbur only slept a mere two hours.
The next day, Wil was ecstatic despite his lack of sleep. It was as if in a blink of eye he was in bed, but then the next moment he was scarfing down his breakfast and bolting out the door with Anvil’s box in his arms.
After all this time, he finally was able to do some sort of action to get (y/n)’s attention. To finally place himself in their field of view, and maybe, just maybe, they would have some sort of interest toward him. The thought made Wilbur’s heart flutter, making him feel like his body lifted which each step he took.
Wil had finally made it to the cafe, and right on time for that matter too. The building was just up-ahead. Wilbur took a deep breath, his chest pounding from adrenaline, anxiousness, and maybe a bit of excitement sprinkled in there as well. He looked down at the cat, who was previously buried in a sheet. She was now looking up at the man with big beady eyes staring right back at him. The charm to her collar clinked as it waved side to side.
“Okay, Anvil, I’m gonna return you to your owner now, alright? I-I’m sure she’s missing you.” Though he was just simply talking to a cat, this was (y/n)’s cat. And he was returning (y/n)’s cat! He was! Not some other kind stranger, not her family, not even her dirtbag boyfriend. It was Wilbur who would be returning this cat. Without him, Anvil wouldn’t be safe and sound in someone capable to protect a feline from the treacherous night.
With a proud smile, Wil approached the cafe with confidence radiating off his strides.
This was it, he thought.
This was it.
But was it?
He looked in the window to locate (y/n), but instead he found a sight more displeasing. the sight made his heart drop and his knees weak, but it took all his strength and awareness that he was holding a cat to keep himself steady. (y/n) was huddled up next to what seemed to be their incompetent boyfriend. Their head leaned against his shoulder, but the boyfriend did not return the affection. Instead he sat with his hands both placed on his phone, seemingly playing some idle shooting game to occupy his absent mind.
It took (y/n) noticing that Wil was at the window for Wilbur to break out of his mind. Their face beamed at the sight of their cat, and immediately they got up and rushed out of the door to greet him and her feline.
“Anvil, sweetheart!” They exclaimed. The cat immediately perked her head to face her owner before jumping out of the box and into (y/n)’s arms. Wil smiled contently at the sight, however his brain felt all kinds of fuzzy. As if he wasn’t really there.
“Thank you so much! You don’t know how much this means to me. Thank you, Wil, seriously!” Something about (y/n) saying his name made him wince. It felt like a hug before a stab in the chest. Regardless, he pushed through.
“Yeah, of course. I told you I would get her as soon as possible.” Wilbur said.
“You’re an actual lifesaver! I’m sorry if she put you through any trouble. Can I buy you a coffee or?” (y/n) offered. Though the offer was tempting, he didn’t feel comfortable spending another second seeing him and them together. Especially at such a close proximity.
“I-I’m fine,” Wil quickly muttered. “I have to go somewhere in a bit. I’ll catch you later, yeah?”
“Of course! Thank you again, truly.” (y/n) smiled. He simply nodded before turning and walking away.
Though Wil could argue that the man (y/n) calls their boyfriend is a prick, it’s not like he would be any better. Just like Jester said. That man could sit on his ass all day, not care for their cat, not care for them, and yet, he would still be the better option between him and Wilbur.
Wilbur is evil.
Wilbur is a villain.
Wilbur has killed countless living people compared to that prick killing digital npcs for fun.
Though, the argument stapled in Wil’s mind.
Wil found (y/n)’s cat. Not him.
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a / n ~ poor lil baby siren he just wants love :(( mayb ill do a part 2? i loved this concept ngl. notes of all kind are super duper appreciated :)) thank u for supporting my writing!
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lennjamin-o7 · 2 months
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Noon a Purple Glow
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Tech?” The doorknob jiggled, the lock keeping the door closed. Technoblade’s heart jumped into his throat as he watched the bronze knob fail to twist. “Tech, are you okay?”
“I’m-” Technoblade started to say and yes, he could hear it now. Under the scratchiness, his voice sounded so young. Like a little kid. His voice wavered. “I-”
The doorknob stopped moving and everything was quiet. Technoblade held his breath, heartbeat loud in his ears as he stood stock still in the middle of the bathroom. Seconds ticked by, before Kristin spoke again.
“You looked in the mirror,” It wasn’t a question. Technoblade whimpered, quickly covering his mouth to stifle the sound. He could hear a deep sigh on the other side of the door. “Oh, Technoblade. Unlock the door, sweetheart.”
Or; Technoblade is so endearing to the fae that when they decide to punish the human Kingdom, they decide to keep him as a little treat. A new son, all for their own. Dark SBI. Techno-centric.
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starflake-burning · 2 years
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Hi! My name is Starry and I write fanfiction and draw fanart. Right now I primarily write and draw for MCYT fandoms. 
Here is the link to my ao3 profile.  
My one and only update schedule is very simple: if a chapter is written I will post it as soon as possible. I will almost never update twice in the same day on the same work unless it is a special occasion. I may stock up pre-written chapters occasionally for plot and pacing reasons. All of my fics are unbeta’d unless otherwise stated. Most chapters will be posted with very little editing. 
I am okay with any works or art inspired by my fics. I am okay with podfics and translations.
I always appreciate questions about my fics! Please send me asks! 
Here’s a list of some of my fics that you might want to read! 
Double Life:
Entanglement
Last Life:
Last Life(guard)
Hermitcraft:
Doc Monster is a Savage
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dealtersorcerer · 1 year
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I realized I haven’t posted anything about Survivor’s Playground in a hot minute (since chapter 6 holy shit) so here’s chapter 7!! Up to chapter 13 is posted so if you wanted an apocalypse sbi/benchtrio/sweater duo fic to read here you go :)
Start it from the beginning!
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angelsandarsenic · 4 months
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Hmm I think fanfiction needs more of Wilbur who is deranged, not all there (but still extremely smart), not fit to stand trial crazy
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