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emiweee · 2 months
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SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING!! I’m back with a peace offering of em duo art :3!
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closet-thing · 2 years
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My contributions to the @voicesfortheblade charity raffle! Congratulations to @cryptid_brainrot, part 2 of your prompt will be posted tomorrow! (sbi winged au)
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elementic-symphony · 11 months
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SBI art that I’m actually proud of
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Technoblade is nine years old when he is placed in his newest foster home.
Kristin and Phil both have wings. Their sons Wilbur and Tommy were born with them too. They're avians, and Techno's a human.
It doesn't matter, because Techno doesn't plan to stick around for long.
When he's ten, his biological parents finally have their parental rights revoked. Techno isn't exactly surprised after all the crap they pulled. It's been a long time coming.
He is surprised when Phil and Kristin offer to become a permanent home rather than a temporary solution.
Techno accepts because frankly they're the best fosters he's had. They don't hit him, or starve him, or punish him for being a burden. Which is more than he can say for previous homes. And more than he can guarantee for any future ones.
He gets along really well with Wilbur and Tommy. He feels like Phil and Kristin actually care. He likes them. Why wouldn't he stay?
Techno is ten when he realizes he has found people who love him, and who he can love in return. 
Having platonic soulmates is common. Humans having avian soulmates is a little rarer.
Techno has four of them.
Techno is twelve when he figures that one out and it's also the first time he cries in front of his family, which is a little cringe but whatever.
When Techno is fourteen, Phil and Kristin sit him down and ask him if he wants to be adopted. Techno says yes before they can even finish the sentence. A couple months of paperwork and then they're leaving city hall with a brand new certificate in their hands.
The day after that, Technoblade wakes up with a light fever and a dull ache in his shoulder blades. He ignores it, pretending it isn't there. Maybe he's just a little sick. Or he slept on his back wrong? He knows he can't tell his family. 
(Because despite everything, Techno was taught to believe parents would discard you as soon as you become a burden. And the hand that held you could become a fist once you were inconvenient. Techno can handle this on his own) 
Except it doesn't go away. For days it hurts and it hurts and he becomes so sick he wants to cry with it. He's in so much pain he can barely see straight.
Something bulges beneath the skin.
Techno's screams finally alert his family to what's happening.
Kristin stays oddly calm because she knows what's happening. Phil was a human when they met too.
A human who became the soulmate of an avian.
She thought they had more time. Wings aren't supposed to grow in until you're eighteen. They hadn't had the chance to warn Techno yet.
But Phil had one avian soulmate and Techno has four and perhaps that sped up the process.
There will be time for guilt later, she knows. When her son isn't wailing in pure agony from the feathers bursting through his skin.
Technoblade is fourteen when he grows his wings.
Because he was so young and because they didn't get a chance to develop, he will never fly with them. They'll always be a little small and a little bent.
But they're a sign of his family's love for him, so Techno is proud of them all the same.
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justvincentorvinny · 10 months
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Going for a flight (SBI x male reader)
You're part raven, having wings bigger than Philza
You decide that today seem like an amazing day to fly so that's what you do. In style of course. You walk to a high cliff and you open your majestic wings. You are very proud of them and take care of them every single chance you have. You step off the cliff and off soaring you went! The feeling of the wind hitting the feathers felt amazing as you flew.
But as you were flying, you didn't notice a blonde and he didn't notice you either as you both crashed into each other. Both of you started to fall a few feet before you were able to stop yourself. As for the blonde, it took him a second to also stop falling.
You both landed on the ground safely. "I'm sorry for crashing into you." You said as you were shaking your head and wings. "It's alright mate, I also wasn't paying attention." He said and introduced himself as Philza Minecraft. There was an awkward silence before you decide to head off. "Sorry again Mr. Minecraft, hope to see you around." You were about to leave but a yell startled you and 3 other people came out.
The tallest having pink hair and a crown, the middle one having curly hair and a guitar strap on his torso and a red beanie, and the loud blonde with a white shirt and a sack with something in it. They crowded around Philza asking if he was ok and you took that as your cue to leave. As you left, you heard someone calling out to you but decided to ignore it. You head back to your house to see if your wings suffered after the crash. Luckily, you just lost a few feathers but also got them dirty. You decided to preen them a bit but eventually went to your friend Eret for help.
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deyna-d · 11 months
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birbs
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nomsfaultau · 6 months
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Partake of the Father’s flesh that you might become one // For SBI Whumptober prompt Betrayal & Mindcontrol. Fic is here.
“Philza’s last I love you was mangled in Wilbur’s jaws.”
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depressedlandry · 6 months
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Elytrian wing design rant
I'm writing an SBI fic, with hybrids, of course, and I've been brainrotting on my design for Elytrian hybrids, so I really want to share what I have for them so far. So, on Origins SMP(one I have the barest of minimum knowledge of, so bear with me here), Philza is an Elytrian. And he's got Crow wings, meaning he has bird wings. And I'm pretty sure the actual Origins mod portrays Elytrians as a feathered origin. But, 'Elytra' aren't actually bird wings, theyre the protective shell on beetle wings, I decided to make Elytrian wings a mix of both. Basically, Elytrian wings have some kind of insect's wings(Moth, butterfly, beetle, damselfly, etc.) underneath the feathers of a bird(Crow, cardinal, blue jays, whatever, you get the gist.) And I was really excited about this, so... I drew some wings. Now, not all of these are actual wings of characters from my fic, I just wanted to have fun.
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Lemme know what you think, if it's trash or not. I'm kind of a beginner artist ;-;
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sbi-au-ideas · 2 years
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Tommy can speak to animals.
Normally, someone with this power would become a vet, or work in a pet shelter- but Tommy saw potential in his power- and after months of grinding and saving, he finally burrowed away enough money to do what he’s always wanted to.
He makes a coffee shop- for people and animals.
Now, Tommy knows that stray cats and raccoons don’t seem like wealthy company, but if he communicates with them appropriately, he can turn his 4-legged friends into petty thieves.
Because one thing that all of nature can agree on, is that shiny = good.
So while people are coming into his shop for coffee, idle talks, and a little free entertainment from his company; the crows are bringing him jewelry and stray coins, the raccoons are retrieving broken technology from the garbage, and the stray cats and dogs are bringing in customers.
Tommy, in return for the animals hard work, gets them “gifts.” As much of a gift that you can give creatures that don’t care for money or things that are particularly more tasty than the last thing they ate.
So, the crows are fed to the brim with seeds and dishes overflowing with bread crumbs, and while they eat they rest on his shoulder and nip at his ears while he works. He talks to them while customers are low, and they show off what amazing customers they are by chirping and crowing right back. No one else can understand them, but Tommy does, and he cackles loudly along with the murder of crows resting on his countertop.
When the raccoons wander into his shop, grumpy and untrusting as always, he directs them to a dish of fresh water to clean off in and listens to their chitter chatters, nodding solemnly as they review their memories with him. They’ll leave his shop cleaner and more well-fed than when they entered, and return the next day with gifts from the garbage to acquire another dip in fresh water and a warm biscuit.
The stray cats and dogs are interesting characters with varying needs. They might just be looking for a temporary shelter, or maybe they want saucer of water and ground beef. Sometimes their requests are more time consuming than others, like the dogs that wander up to his counter and whine for a bath to get rid of any flees and ticks. There was even a cat who demanded he stop his work and scratch behind her ears immediately. When he tried to resist, she gave him some pretty aggressive scratches. Well, some customers are nicer than others.
He feels good about his work. He especially feels good when he looks at the statistics of animals on the streets, which have gone down dramatically from his cafe keeping them clean and fed, raising the number of strays that get adopted or taken in by shelters.
Everything is going well!
Until a murder of crows fly up to his door at the end of a long shift, carrying one of the most powerful objects in the world:
The Power Orb.
The Power Orb is a powerful ability enhancer- once they figure out how to utilize it, anyway- that the Heroes and Villains have been fighting over for months, desperate to gain an upper hand over the other in their ongoing war of morals and superpowers.
And Tommy has it in his hands. The ones that are covered in flour, age-old coffee burns, and faint red claw marks.
It’s smaller than he was expecting it to be… and was there always this giant crack in the side?
Phil clutches the Power Orb in his arms as he runs through the chaos. Neither side knows he has it yet, so the fighting continues, abilities clashing in magic, fire, water, lightning, and illusions. His side is bleeding thickly, and his right wing burns as his healing ability fights to keep up with the damage he’s sustained.
There’s a crack in the Orb. No one knows what or who caused it, but the fighting only crescendoed when the Orbs power leaked into the air, uncontrolled. Even now, as Phil hugs the blue, translucent ball to his chest, he can feel his legs shake as it hums throughout his person.
He whistles sharply when he makes it far enough away from the fighting, some dingy alleyway on Southside. Quickly, his crows descend around him, cawing and crowing in a cacophony of sound.
He hands them the damaged Power Orb, rattling off orders about finding a safe place to keep it, and his voice cracks painfully as his entire body shakes with adrenaline.
The murder flies off just as quickly as they arrived, and Phil collapses to the ground, his hand reaching up to cover his mouth as bile crawls up his throat. He hits the emergency button on his wrist, before rolling over to rest his back on the dirty alley wall, gasping in air greedily.
Fuck. He can only hope those damn birds even know the definition of a “safe place.”
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ambrosethedarling · 2 years
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Been thinking about a certain villain recently
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dsmpstimboards · 3 months
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SLEEPY BOYS, INC. | C!SBI
o' woe, sons of the angel o' death
🐦 | 👑 | 💿 🐋 | 💤 | 🐋 💿 | 👑 | 🐦
requested by anon
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natelia-aldelliz · 1 year
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OH MY GOD is that a background ???
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closet-thing · 2 years
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Part 2 of the prompts for the @voicesfortheblade charity! All donations went to the sarcoma foundation. (sbi winged au) Philza coming up tomorrow, his wings are killing my hands.
(Part 1)
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elementic-symphony · 11 months
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My four fav bois. Fly high Techno.
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erissdoesart · 1 year
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Cryptid Philza! Small "What if"- what if Philza from my fic Father of the Cryptids was a cryptid?
Spooky dad, that's what!
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justvincentorvinny · 9 months
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Going for a flight 2 (SBI x male reader)
A few days after the awkward crash with Mr. Minecraft, you realized that you lost your golden brooch. That must be why they were trying to get your attention. You had to go back and find it or Eret would be mad at you since they did gift it to you. She really didn't have to but he insisted. As you flew back to the area you noticed some feathers that you lost. Now that you see it, you thought Mr. Minecraft collected his feathers.
You look around for a speck of the gold but you couldn't find anything. They didn't steal it, did they? No, you're thinking they would just leave it somewhere so you could get it back. You heard a bush move and drew your ax and moved toward the sound. You were surprised to see the curly hair boy and the young blonde. They looked a tad nervous, maybe because you had an enchanted netherite ax facing them.
"HEY! We mean no harm!" The blonde boy put his hands in the air to show he had nothing. "Actually, Phil found a gold brooch and he assumed that it's yours, was he right?" Your eyes went wide and you nodded. The curly hair boy walked up to you and handed you the golden brooch.
You quickly took it and was about to head off before the loud blonde stopped you. "WAIT! Can I see your wings? They look bigger than Phil's and look really badass!" "Sure, just don't touch them." You spread your wings to the max and they looked astonished. "WOW! THEY ARE BIGGER THAN PHIL'S! SEE WILBUR, I KNEW IT!" The blonde yelled at the boy now known as Wilbur.
"They are. Also how rude of us, we haven't introduced ourselves yet. I'm Wilbur and the idiot here is my brother Tommy." "I'm Y/n! Say, are you the president of L'manburg?" Wilbur nodded and looked at the sun starting to set. " It's almost night, Tommy we should get going. Y/n, would you like to come with us, Phil was very curious about your wings." You chuckled "Of course he is, and I would love to come back with you guys! I just don't feel like making the fly back home."
"Perfect! Let's get going." You tucked your wings back as the three of you start to head back to Phil's house as Tommy kept asking questions.
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