#i wanted to assign sbi too

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Dark SBI Mafia AU because I reread yours, and I watch too much General Hospital.

Techno is a struggling college student. Not struggling with grades, oh no. He has perfect grades. All of the assigned work? Too easy. What he actually struggling with? Money.

His asshole parents wanted him to stay local for college, but he wasn't going to do that. He was destined for greatness. He was a shoe-in for an ivy league school. He did fencing as an extra curricular, he had perfect grades, he had written KILLER entrance essays. It was a done deal. He was leaving his podunk small town and going off to become the next great american author.

But all of his applications were rejected.

Techno was incredibly upset with himself, thinking he had somehow messed up. But, after doing a little "legal adjacent" searching, he finds out his parents used shady connections to get his college apps rejected.

Instead of getting mad and calling them on it, he quietly (and quickly) applies to a different school. Not ivy league, but still having a FANTASTIC writing program.

He gets in and he tells his parents he is going to a different college than the community college and they flip their lid. It's a huge argument and Techno stomps out of the house and goes to stay with his friend Skeppy.

He stays with Skeppy until he graduates, completely ignoring everytime his parents try to contact him. He's 18, they can't do shit to make him go home. Skeppy is a good friend, and applies to the same school that Techno did (and gets in). Techno never told his parents WHICH school he was accepted to, because he didn't want them to sabotage him. So, he and Skeppy get an apartment together the Fall that school starts.

Hence why Techno needs money. He didn’t get as much scholarship money as he needed because he applied late. He's a shoe in to get more grants next year, but this year is pretty slim.

So, he starts a little business of writing people's essays for them.

Doesn't matter the subject, level, or length, Techno will write your essay for you. He charges by the grade. Oh, you only have $70? I can't get you more than a C on that one, bud. Like, Techno is really only in college for the diploma. He already knows all this crap. It's honestly a little boring to him. But if he wants to get a doctorate, he has to play the game. And, if anything, all the writing is just more practice for Techno.

His teachers are none the wiser. It's not like it pings a plagerism scan. Techno is writing each one individually. How would they know?

Well, one teacher knows. Or, at least suspects. But he can't prove it.

Anyways, Techno is all about that money grind, which gets a little hard when Skeppy starts throwing parties in their apartment.

Skeppy is polite about it. He always tells Techno ahead of time that parties are happening. He makes sure everyone knows that Techno's room is a No-Go. And honestly, Techno ABSOLUTELY advertises his essay sells at these parties. At least, he does so before people get too drunk and loud, and then he quickly retreats to his room. He had splurged on soundproofing. It's much more quiet.

However, one night he stays out at the library late and when he fights his way through Skeppy's party to get to his room he sees someone sleeping in his bed.

Wait, not sleeping, passed out absolutely WASTED.

And the guy...looks almost exactly like Techno.

That's weird. Seems like the start to a bad horror film. But Techno is too tired to deal with this and tries to shake awake the jerk that's snoozing in his bed.

He doesn't get anywhere with that. The lanky bastard doesn't wake at all but GOSH does be sleep slap! Bruh. Techno doesn't have time for this. Techno finds the guys wallet and phone and pulls up the emergency contacts.

He calls the option labeled Dad. Screw this guy, hopefully he gets chewed out by his dad for underage drinking or something.

A person answers, sounding annoyed that Wilbur ditched family night.

"Uh, I have your son."

Silence, and then the guy on the other end starts the threats, asking for demands and Techno backpedals hard, telling him that Wilbur is just drunk passed out in his bed and someone needs to come grab him.

The voice on the other end is just like "Oh, oops. Okay, I'll come grab him."

Techno has to drag mostly unconscious drunk Wilbur through the party. The dude is fighting him with every step. Techno is getting a WORK OUT.

Techno finally makes it out of his apartment and sees a very shiny black car. A driver steps out and opens a back door. Techno was assuming that he was just going to drop Wilbur in there before a blonde man steps out.

The guy is kind of staring until Techno breaks the silence. The guy hurries forward to help. Wilbur mutters nonsense as Phil sets him in the back of the car.

Phil thanks Techno and Techno brushes it off as no big. Until Phil offers money and hey, Techno isn't going to say no to money. And the guy gives him, like, $2000 cash. Is that sketchy? Yes. Does Techno care? Nope.

They say their goodbyes and Techno walks back into the apartment, a little exhausted.

He doesn't notice Phil staring after him like a hawk, before climbing into the car.

Phil maneuvers Wilbur's head into his lap. He looks down at his son, his oldest son who was born a twin. Who's twin was stolen when they were only DAYS old, Phil preoccupied with helping his wife who had had a really traumatic birth.

A twin he had thought dead, the person who had stolen his son having spit that in his face when he had slit their throat.

Phil pulled out his phone and started making calls.

When Wilbur starts hanging around Techno, he assumes that the guy wants a discount on essays. Fat chance. He charges Skeppy double, he's not giving this guy any leeway.

Yet Wilbur hangs around, constantly asking prying questions. Wanting to know more about Techno. Pestering Techno in the library. Following Techno to the dang bathroom.

The guy is relentless, but Techno isn't...bothered, per se. The attention is nice. Skeppy had made a new friend named Bad and spent a ton of time with him. He kept encouraging Techno to make more friends, too.

Well, what could another friend hurt?

It's surely fiiiineee.

Have a good day.

I kept this ask hostage for so long, it's been collecting dust in my ask box for over a MONTH. But only because I wanted to come back and keep rereading it. This is SO GOOD, and my brain has brrr thoughts in many different dimensions. Especially about how Techno's 'adoptive' parents could factor into this...

[bonesandthebees]

OMG ASSIGN SBI+CO (whoever else u want like tubbo, Niki, jack) PERCY JACKSON GREEK GOD CABIN

oh god time to try and rehash my percy jackson knowledge when i read those books 10+ years ago

ok well. wilbur and tommy are both so obviously apollo kids so that's not even a hard one (although I could see tommy as an aphrodite kid too tbh). tubbo is a hephaestus kid, phil is a bit more complicated but I could see zeus for the sky factor or maybe... hermes??? idk he gives me hermes vibes. while I think a lot of people would say ares for techno I don't agree. I think techno would fit either as a zeus kid or an athena kid tbh. niki would be a nemesis kid like, that's obvious, but if we don't want to choose the obvious one for her then i could see her also as hades tbh. jack gives me hermes kid or as an unclaimed kid actually I think there's something interesting there

don't ask me for my reasoning again i read these books so long ago

[cherry-blossom-triplets]

I’m the anon who wanted to gobble this up and boy did you feed. You’re so right and you should say it, Niki was criminally underrated (I’ll admit I ignored her until techno worked with her more, and I’ve gone back to rectify that bc she’s badass). Also, the elemental aspect for those three is so perfect, and lends itself really well to their entire arcs. Even recognizing that Techno fights fast and loose (rather than like most others who stand their ground thanks to the new combat system, Technoblade used a sword and focused on getting behind people rather than proper axe combat), he also was someone who would get stubbornly stuck in his ways/set in stone (re: the whole bit between him and Tommy and the rebuilt L’Manberg, his steady and unwavering loyalty to Phil, keeping stubbornly to his principles of you get what you give, you could even argue the sword is an extension of that). Niki could go scorched earth with people who betrayed her, sometimes literally, it even fits with Jack and Niki’s little anti-Tommy arc, since Jack fostered and directed her fire until it almost burned her completely up. Wilbur was constantly shown to be drowning: his own mind, his responsibilities, etc. and then when he became Ghostbur, suddenly that water connection became a more literal burden, it did more than just drown, it could outright destroy him (in a way, just like it did when he was alive). Anyway, yes, very good, very good.

-✨ (doing this so if I send asks in the future you can tell it’s me if that’s okay 👉👈)

Sparkle Anon, I have been obsessing over this AU to the point where I have designed house plans for Aus for them all living together. I am not alright at all, no one let me on the sims or any other house design game.

Niki was one of the few streamers I knew going into the dsmp (fun fact, at first I thought Dream was a small streamer that Wilbur and Tommy had decided to help out by joining his server, you can imagine my surprise when I learnt otherwise).

I like assign elements to characters for fun, so I have thought about many dsmp characters as elements (Philza and Kristin are both Air, and Tommy is Fire, in case you're wondering). Especially when it comes to their relationships and how the characters interact with each other. I can literally go on and on about elemental symbolism about these characters. I could assign so much symbolism to these characters, don’t tempt me.

Honestly, the more I think about SBI+ the more fun it becomes. Especially where it concerns AUs. I have so many AU ideas I want to write, but I am trying not to make too many fics at one time (I am tempted to just start posting fanfic prompts to this account though but I don’t know how many people would actually be interested in it).

The angst potential. The fluff potential. The humor potential. Niki doesn't take away from the usual SBI dynamic, she only adds and I love it.

[nefkyo]

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

1/1

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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[steppingstonesuniverseguide]

One More Step Out of the Pit: Chapter 3/26

Summary: It had been Tommy and Tubbo for practically forever. They clawed their way out of hell together. They discovered their superpowers together. They started working for the Superhero Guild together before even coming of age. Tommy probably owed Tubbo his life ten times over. So, when the three supervillains he'd been assigned to bring in managed to take Tubbo hostage, well, there was really only one thing to do.

He knew, of course, he was signing himself up for torture and death by offering that trade, but that was okay.

It'd have to be okay.

AO3 Link (See AO3 for Warnings.)

(This story is finished and has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I'm posting it on Tumblr so it's somewhere else too (considering the day AO3 was down a bit ago). The author notes will all be kept as well. If you are following the blog and don't want to see these posts, block the tag #backlog.)

Author Note: There is some sword/knife violence in this one.

“Are these tomatoes?!” An excited scream was what woke Tommy up. It was not even two hours after he’d fallen asleep and part of him wanted to be pissed about being woken up when he was so exhausted. The other part of him smiled into his pillow.

“Cut them open,” Tommy called back.

He listened to the rustling coming from the kitchen area as Tubbo rushed to do as he said. “Seeds?” Tubbo asked after a moment, his voice quieter and closer now like what he was saying was a secret. It was a secret. Tommy peeled his face off of the pillow to look up at the boy in their bedroom doorway. “Where on Earth did you find these?”

“I stumbled on a hidden community garden on the way back from work last night,” Tommy explained.

He watched the war on Tubbo’s face as he bit his lip. His hands were covered in tomato juice from where he’d picked a few seeds out of the vegetable. He was cradling them between his palms now. “These are very illegal to have,” he said. Yet, despite his half-hearted protest, the seeds had already started to sprout in his hands. As Tommy watched, a baby stem curled up his finger, a pair of leaves opening and sitting at the tip of his thumb.

“You should find some dirt for them,” Tommy suggested softly.

“Right,” Tubbo agreed. “Dirt, water… and sun somehow in a place no one can see. Or maybe a grow light in the bathroom? I’ll figure something out.”

Tommy nodded, struggling to keep his eyes open. Tubbo seemed to notice. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. I was just excited.”

“I know Tubs,” Tommy yawned.

“You got back kinda late last night, huh?”

“Had a run in with the SBI,” he said.

“Are you hurt?” Tubbo asked, concerned.

Tommy shook his head. “They didn’t even manage to get a finger on me,” he assured proudly, but then deflated a bit. “But, uh, Dream wasn’t too happy that I didn’t arrest them. I got whatever they were trying to steal, but that wasn’t enough for him. So… no paycheck.”

Tubbo frowned. “What were you supposed to do?” he asked. “1v3 the SBI of all people?”

“Apparently.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair,” Tommy reminded.

“I hate that you fight them,” Tubbo said, quietly. “The Blade killed 4 level 6 heroes with a flashlight and a set of car keys two years ago and that’s with him being taken unaware and alone.”

He’d also held a sword to Tommy’s neck once. It had been just them alone in an alleyway. He’d lowered it a moment later and slipped away into darkness without a word. Tubbo didn’t know that though.

“Eh, Philza’s scarier and Whippoorwill’s more creatively bloodthirsty.”

“They shouldn’t send you after any of them.”

“They know I’m a big man!” He paused at the look on Tubbo’s face. “I’ll be fine,” he promised.

“I just worry…”

“Don’t,” Tommy said. “I’m wily. Like the coyote… wait, no. I’m the Road Runner! The Road Runner wins those things, right? Never gets caught, right?” He’d never really had an opportunity to watch cartoons. He’d just absorbed knowledge from other people talking about them. “That’s me! Meep meep motherfucker.”

Tubbo cracked a half smile. “Well,” he said. “No paycheck, but we do have veggies and veggies that will regrow if we’re careful to hide them. Well, the tomatoes are fruit, but still.”

“Not a fruit,” Tommy enlightened him.

“I… they are?”

“No,” Tommy said solemnly. “I reject that reality.”

Tubbo stared at him for a moment and then shook his head. “Go back to sleep Tommy. I’ve got to get ready for work anyway. I’ll make you something for breakfast and leave it in the fridge.”

“Mmm, thanks.”

“See you at work,” Tubbo said, closing the door behind him. He and Tubbo’s work schedules just barely overlapped. He worked 4am-2pm and Tommy worked Noon-10pm with one day off a week. They’d somehow managed to scam having the same days off this month thanks to Puffy, which was nice. Otherwise, they’d barely see each other except when they were both asleep.

…

Thinking of sleep...

Tommy woke to the sound of an alarm on his phone at 8am. He barely resisted the urge to throw it out the window. The only thing that stopped him was that it was expensive company property, and he did not need to have that added to his bills.

Groaning, he pulled himself out of bed and into the small bathroom to take a shower. He hadn’t gotten the opportunity to wash the gross off himself last night. He winced in sympathy for Tubbo as his bedmate.

A few minutes later, he was padding into the kitchen. He glanced in the fridge to see a Tupperware container labeled ‘Breakfast’ in Tubbo’s horrible handwriting. Popping open the lid revealed scrambled eggs with tomatoes mixed in, and after making some toast, Tommy sat down on the recliner to eat. (It’s fine. It was already stained to hell when the dragged it up here from the trash, so it wouldn’t matter if he spilled.) There was a sticky note on the arm that didn’t have a bite taken out of it. ‘Buy melk and bread today, pls.-Tub’ it read.

Tommy grabbed the discarded pen next to it and wrote ‘No.-Tom’ with a smile on his face. It looked like he was going to the store before his shift today. He glanced at the time on his phone. Ugh. He should probably get moving if he wanted to get to the shop and back before needing to leave for his shift.

Reluctantly, he put his dishes in the sink and went to the bedroom to change. He pulled Tubbo’s green hoodie over his t-shirt for warmth since it wasn’t like the boy was using it right now, and it was the warmest piece of civilian clothing they had. He counted out how much money he had in his wallet, winced, and dug his hand into their ‘saving’s account’ (and old pickle jar).

Figuring he had enough cash on him, he left the apartment. His and Tubbo’s apartment was on the 2nd floor of the building. It was the lowest priced housing they could find within walking distance of the Hero Guild’s HQ. They’d had the option of living at the much nicer apartments the Hero Guild provided, but they’d quickly learned those came with a cost much steeper than the one they paid for their dirty little two room apartment. They’d bolted as soon as they’d realized the apartments came pre-outfitted with cameras. They weren’t dumb.

They were lucky, really, that they were able to afford this place even with its lack of an elevator and staircase so rickety that Tommy was worried he’d need to use his powers to survive them one of these days.

It wasn’t that the Hero Guild didn’t pay well, it was that it didn’t pay people like Tubbo and Tommy well. Your salary wasn’t based on what you did or who you fought. It was calculated based on two things: years of experience and rank. He and Tubbo each had a bit more than one year of experience. Tubbo had rank 1. Tommy had rank 1.5 even though he’d regularly been doing rank 5, maybe even rank 6 work lately, but people under 18 weren’t allowed anything above rank 1.5.

Then, on top of that, they were both hit with what was referred to as the “teenager tax.” Minors weren’t really allowed to work for the Superhero Guild, at least not on their own. They needed an adult sponsor (which was actually kind of the opposite of a sponsor because part of Tommy and Tubbo’s paycheck was siphoned off to them in payment for being mentors.)

Still, it was better than how Tommy and Tubbo had been surviving on the streets ever since Tubbo was tossed out of his house. They were, at the end of the day, able to pool their resources to pay rent and eat every month no matter how much of a stretch it ended up being sometimes.

Plus, they wouldn’t be 16 forever. With Dream as his sponsor, three years of experience, and the work he’d already been doing for the Guild, he was positioned perfectly to climb the ranks quickly when he shucked the shackles of childhood. He’d be making the biiig money then. Tubbo would probably struggle a bit more since his power was not really a combative one, but Tommy was sure he’d also get promoted eventually.

Who knew, if Tommy managed to be good enough and to kept Dream’s favor, maybe Tubbo could even quit and get a gardener’s license or something. That would be nice. He’d definitely be happier then. Tubbo with a garden of his own. Now that’d be a sight to see.

The thought put a smile on his face as he entered the small grocery store a couple of minutes later. The woman manning the till gave him a suspicious look as he entered, probably because he was an obviously poor teenager with no parents to be seen. Tommy half wished he was allowed to flaunt his superhero identity so people would stop glowering at him like he was going to steal shit whenever he went anywhere. Of course, if he did that, then people like Whippoorwill with his desire to slowly peel Tommy’s flesh off his bones to make into soup (Yes, it did sound gross. Yes, Whippoorwill really had said that. And just because Tommy sprayed mace into his mouth one time! Dude was mental.) would be able to track him down at home. That would put Tubbo at risk.

As it was, he had to bear the lady’s unpleasant expression as he scanned the aisles.

“Can I help you?” she asked in a nasty voice after he stood there for a few seconds too long apparently.

Tommy rolled his eyes and pulled the wad of cash out of his pocket to show to her. “Buying bread.”

“Aisle 2,” she said, still sounding like a fucking asshole, but not quite like she was going to push the panic button behind the counter to summon a hero to arrest him.

Ignoring the eyes that remained on him, he wandered over to peer at the expiration dates on the bread. He was trying to decide which option was better: bread that was a bit more expensive but would last longer or bread that was cheaper and expired in a few days when he heard the sound of metal scrapping on metal.

Tommy’s head jerked up to see some guy with a giant sword at the front counter. Now, Tommy could immediately tell he didn’t quite know what he was doing with a sword, and it was much too big for his lack of muscles, but still, anyone could be dangerous with a giant sharp thing in their hands.

Ugh. Come on. He wasn’t on duty. He didn’t even have his costume for crying out loud.

“Man, do you really have to right now?” Tommy asked him as he rounded the corner, irritated. It probably… wasn’t the wisest thing to say, but it did get his attention away from the nasty lady by the register that he was holding at sword point. Tommy grimaced when he realized she was too far away from the panic button to hit it.

“You have a problem, kid?” the sword wielder asked.

“Yeah,” Tommy said, taking a nonchalant step closer. The guy let him, seeming not to register him as a threat in the slightest in the too tight green sweater with a daisy on it and ripped jeans. “Last night really fucking sucked for me. You couldn’t have done this, I don’t know, in 20 minutes?”

“Believe it or not I’m not on your schedule,” he said with a curled lip. The sword had dropped just a bit, too heavy for him especially when his attention was split. “Now shut up, kid.”

He took his eyes off of Tommy for a moment to return to his crimeing and Tommy jerked forward, grabbing his wrist and twisting. The sword clattered to the floor and the nasty checkout lady took her chance to dive for the panic button.

The man stared at him in shock for a moment as Tommy kicked away the sword, but he quickly recovered, fury on his face. He lunged forward suddenly taking Tommy unaware as he’d been focused on making sure the sword was far enough away. Unfortunately, that hadn’t been the only sharp thing on him. Tommy gasped even as he punched the guy in the face sending him sprawling.

A moment later, a superhero Tommy vaguely recognized, the Boomerang or something, crashed though the door and surveyed the scene. The nasty lady pointed at the man Tommy had just punched and who was getting to his feet with a bloodied knife. Boomerang was on him in a second.

Tommy slowly looked down at his bleeding side, feeling a bit dizzy.

“A-are you okay kid?” the woman at the register asked. She suddenly seemed to be trying to be a whole lot nicer to Tommy.

Tommy breathed slowly, strangely calm. Why, oh why, did he have to get stabbed off duty? He didn’t have the money to deal with this sort of crap. At least it didn’t seem too bad… Tommy thought. “Does the store have medical supplies, perchance?” he asked as Boomerang stopped beating the sword man’s face in and started to put him in handcuffs.

“Shouldn’t you… go to the hospital?” she asked.

“Nah, he’s as bad with a knife as he was with the sword,” Tommy said. “‘Tis just a flesh wound.” Probably. He hoped.

She looked at him for a long moment. “I…” she said and honestly the concern pinching at her brow was just annoying. Tommy almost liked her better when she was being a bitch. “Yeah, we should have some stuff. Let me… Let me go look for you.”

Tommy nodded at her. “Okay,” he said. “I’m gonna…” He slowly sunk down onto his knees. “I think I’m going to sit here for a minute ‘till the shock wears off.”

Author Note: He's fine. It's just a light stabbing. As long as he doesn't do anything strenuous or get shoved around at all, he should be a-okay.

[anotherduckinthedepths]

Here be the den of someone who's interests always find a way back to Minecraft, one way or another

Anyhow, hello, I'm Depths! (It might change later just warning you) I go by she/her pronouns and enjoy drawing + rambling about things I find interesting.

This blog is for those drawings and ramblings, specifically those tied to the QSMP, DSMP, Sbi, mcyt in general, and maybe some ranboo content if Im feeling like it, I'm generally open for interactions with others! (Granted I'm not the best at initiating interactions) I only ask that you both respect the DNI list below DNI: -NSFW Blogs - TERFs, Racists, Homophobes, just be nice to people please (I hope this is unnecessary but better safe than sorry) - Those who support death threats/doxxing towards ANY content creators ("but you don't like (Insert cc here)", doesn't matter, no death threat/doxxing for ANY of them, full stop, you can dislike people without threatening their lives or the lives of those around them) And please do not harass me or anyone else who might pop up here just on the stance that we happen to enjoy a game and a story that is unfortunately connected to some well-known but divisive people online. Important addition, do not feel afraid to interact if you happen to like the characters played by ccs I dont like/support ! I'm not gonna shoo you away, I see them as seperate entities, like a character in a movie and the actor that plays them who exists outside of that, to do otherwise would be hypocritical of me. I want to try and make this blog as welcoming as I can to fellow fans regardless of how I view things, I do not seek to change anyone's mind and make them agree with me, I just wanna provide silly content to whoever enjoys it. Important tags #Depth's Art or #Depth's AU Art - Drawings I have done on this blog, from sketches to fully-fleshed out art pieces (if I ever do that), the latter is used for drawings regarding AUs I have. #Depth rambles - Random silly thoughts. #Serious Depth mode - Mainly got this up in the event of more serious posts, likely focusing on issues/discourse in the fandom and/or just how it affects me. I dont imagine I'll use this often but I feel like I'll end up having to use it at least once to explain my view of things. If you'd rather avoid seeing discussion around this I would suggest blocking this tag. #Depth's OCs - The tag for my OCs, more than likely minecraft related. #Depth's Brainrot About Jubilant - A specific tag for a very specific character that's on the border between AU character and OC (if you don't feel comfortable seeing posts about them due to the character they're an AU version of (hint- 🟩 :) ) I completely understand and you're more than welcome to block this tag)

_______ I have had some AUs cooking up in my brain and may post about them on this blog, when this happens I will list them down here and provide the tag it's assigned if you want to see my posts for it. Unnamed Superhero Warlock AU (Features c!dream and XD as main antagonists for the most part) (Important Note - This AU is right now kinda in-between being an AU and an original work, it's definetely still in AU territory rn, but I'm thinking of trying to make it it's own thing) The superpowered world all knows and looks up to Pantheon, a long-lasting group of individuals granted with two powers instead of one, what the public mostly doesn't know is that this comes at the cost of becoming a servant to an entity beyond comprehension, and becoming nothing more than a puppet to serve it's desires to invade and control the material plane. Kristin is one of these members of the current Pantheon, tied to a entity of the afterlife, she's long been resigned to her destiny as Lady Death, she is doomed to hunt criminals (or just those who know too much) and those she's sent after are doomed to never escape, none she has been sent after even managing to escape one encounter with her. ... until a man soon to be named Sisyphus manages to get away. Tag - #Unnamed Superhero Warlock AU QSMP Pokemon Mystery Dungeon AU Exactly what it says on the tin, an AU where the players are humans turned into Pokemon and are now stranded in a large remote island in the Pokemon world. Littered with Mystery Dungeons and various other dangers that threaten both them and the pokemon they've been given to care for. Tag - #qsmp pmd au

[faebriel]

📙📙📙

tell me about them fics

HELLO LAMB i am flicking thru my folders and i am going to talk abouttttt............gomens au 😈

now u may remember me talking about gomens on here a WHILEEEE ago and i would like to shout out mye themagpiezenith bc they sent me quite a few cool asks about it as well........as far as a Fic goes i decided to narrow it down as such

phil is an angel and he is well he is kind of average at it because he doesn't really care. well frankly he has his own priorities and he quite likes heaven to leave him well alone thank you very much. techno is a fallen angel/demon/what have you bc once upon a time his bestie dream was like So I'm Thinking We Should Secede From Heaven and he was like oh my god that's exactly what i was thinking. well dream wants to Become god but that's his own issues. anyway he is also kind of average at it because causing unending misery to mankind is kind of cringe bro they do that enough to themselves. they are supposed to be enemies but they got bored about 1200 years ago and decided to be besties instead

until......techno gets Assigned to swap a human baby for the antichrist to kickstart the end of the world and he's like Oh God Okay. I Guess It's All Over Now and he and phil quietly decide that instead of guiding the child to be a little hellspawn and kick off armageddon they'll just.....send in their colleagues to equally influence the kid. and buy them some time

unfortunately the hospital got the swap wrong and tubbo actual antichrist underscore sparklez has a fairly normal adolescence kicking it with his besties and adoptive family what have you

this is all fine until about sixteen years later the whole end of the world thing is supposed to kick off and phil and techno are like SHIT WE LOST THE CHILD and dream is like TECHNO WHERE DID YOU PUT THE ANTICHRIST and also tubbo is starting to get these wack powers and ranboo is acting a little demonically possessed and tommy is well doing his best to keep up

does the world end? well maybe yes. maybe no. maybe a little. it will all depend

oh and wilbur is there too! he is the least competent witch ever ^^

this au is so so so fun to write actually and i think the SBI in it ends up fun. but that is just me hehe

ask game!

[antarctic-empires]

Luna, my lovely friend, I have a question for you for comp reasons. It’s evident that Phil acts more like dadza towards Wilbur, Tommy, Ranboo, Tubbo, etc. but do you think he does with Techno? Or also like brotherly? This is all cc! btw since we know Techno banned family in dsmp anyway. I just wanted to know your opinion since you know Phil more than I do. Hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself! :)

Hmm, I feel like neither, really. He definitely tries to give advice to him, but that’s more of a general Phil thing than anything else. Phil has described the streamer SBI dynamic with him as the dad and Techno as the older brother who’s away at college. (Older in relation to Tommy, can’t remember where he stands on the oldest brother Techno vs Wilbur tho lmao)

I wouldn’t really call them brotherly necessarily, but if you gotta assign a traditional familial relationship I’d say Dad, since that’s how Phil has described it. That’s on Phil’s end though, I don’t think Techno sees him as a fatherly figure at all LMAO.

Hope you’re doing well too, Arah!!! I’m at my grandma’s for a week or 2 to help her out after she got back from getting a replacement knee, so I’ve been very busy lol. Pretty much no internet here except when I go to the room I’m staying in in the evening or if I sit somewhere near my aunt’s house lmao. It makes updating a pain in the ass, I kind of just have to cram as many updates into my mornings and evenings as possible

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

The Heroes That We Thought We Were

by SketchTheDragon

“No real names on missions, remember?”

“Why? It’s no secret who we are.”

“Tradition, I guess. You wouldn’t want me calling you Tiny Tommy when fighting a supervillain, would you?”

Tommy made a face at that and Wilbur laughed. Their mission was over now. Their father would swoop in and fix the mess they had made. Icarus, the great Guardian of Snowchester, arresting a petty criminal because his sons were too incompetent to do so themselves. Wilbur kept his smile glued to his face, but his heart soured. He was running out of second chances. He was running out of opportunities to prove himself.

...

Or, Crimeboys are heroes-in-training, learning to defend the Antarctic Empire.

Words: 6353, Chapters: 6/12, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned Karl Jacobs - Character, mentioned Quackity - Character, Antarctic Empire Philza, Antarctic Empire Technoblade, Antarctic Empire Ensemble (SMPEarth), Grayson | Purpled (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned Cuptoast | Crumb (Video Blogging RPF) - Character

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza, Clay | Dream & GeorgeNotFound & Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza

Additional Tags: You read that right it's a mcd fic, sbi, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Superheroes, Supervillains, Superhero Wilbur Soot, Angst, no happy ending, I'm Sorry, not really - Freeform, I kind of enjoy seeing your reactions, I kind of had a beta reader and they cried, I submitted this as an English assignment, My teacher is mad at me now, just that it made her cry, I got a good grade tho, The assignment was 7 pages minimum to write in a week and a half, I wrote 44 pages, I could not have done this without ADHD, chapter titles are song lyrics, Fic Title is a song by Amanda Fagan, comment please, it makes me happy, Half-beta we die like... you'll see, Oh yeah this takes place in the Antarctic Empire, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Every hero has a greek hero name, wilbur is orpheus, Tommy is Theseus, (Obviously)

[cata-strophes]

im very sick atm and nothign is working out so have some more doodles and wips im not sure i shall ever continue but i still hold close to my heart (aka i cry daily i want to finish them but brain)

some info: >first four were doodles requested on ig >the one with techno and the birbs was going to be more than just that one and based on phil assigning birds to his friends' chats i might still try to finish it who knows >the one where phil is hugging wilbur very tightly and definitely not killing him was my first sketch for nov 16th drawing but it was too convoluted and it was already nov 15th and i rly wanted to sleep that night so i dropped it > idk i saw that mini fiction and it screamed bedrock bros and i also want to maybe finish it one day but i just started another Big Thing and i probably wont for a while >last one was a continuation of the winged sbi drawing that i started over a year ago

[helliontherapscallion]

Safe

Pairing: SBI family x reader (platonic, one shot), BASED OFF FROM CHARACTERS NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE

Warnings: child abuse/neglect, bullying, alcoholism, death of a parent, mentions of panic attacks, injury, mentions of a dog’s death, mentions of eating disorders, mentions of suicide attempts, depression

Word count: 7,730

(A/N): if you’re not feeling safe at home or are being abused, please contact the proper authorities. Here’s the abuse hotline: 1-800-799-7233, my DMs are always open if you want to talk 

You met Tommy and Tubbo when you were in third grade. You were a relatively quiet kid, the type to always keep to themselves and abstain from social activity. Mrs. Jansen, being the nice woman that she was, let the entire class choose their own seats.

“Welcome to your first day of third grade, class! I’m Mrs. Jansen and I look forward to getting to know all of you. As you can see, there are enough desks for all of you. You may sit with who you want.”

You shifted around uneasily and gripped your book in your hands as your classmates hurried to get the back seats. After every seat was taken, you walked to the only seat left in the front. You were between a girl and a boy. They introduced themselves as Dorothy and Samuel, and were relatively kind to you. 

As the class passed their second week, two boys that sat in the back row made themselves apparent very quickly. They were both rambunctious, always disrupting the class with their giggles and whispers. Mrs. Jansen had warned them multiple times that she was going to separate them, but it seemed that they didn’t think she’d do it. One day, she finally had enough.

“Tommy, Tubbo. I’ve given you plenty of warnings, I’m going to have to separate you. Dorothy, Samuel, can you please switch places with them?”

You could feel dread wash over you. Why was she putting you between them?! What did you do wrong to deserve this? You could swear that you’ve done all your chores, you even made your mom smile at you! She never did that. 

They pouted as they sat next to you, Tommy on your right and Tubbo on your left. You already missed Samuel and Dorothy. “Thank you. (Y/n), make sure they behave.”

You shrunk down into your seat as you felt Tommy’s glare burning holes into the side of your head. Tubbo, on the other hand, was watching the lesson with bored eyes and  his chin propped up in his hand. You tried to take notes, but you kept getting distracted by Tommy’s heated glare. You were going to fall behind, you couldn’t have that. Mama wouldn’t like that. 

After the final bell rang, you hurried out of the classroom to avoid Tommy’s wrath. You could hear him shouting for you to stop, but you never stopped until your hand was grabbed and yanked backwards in the empty playground. You fell back onto the pavement of the basketball court and whimpered at the sting in your palms. 

Tommy glared down at you, “you gonna cry? Serves you right. Never tell on Tubbo and I. Got it?”

You tearfully nodded and he grinned maliciously at you, “good. Tubbo, let’s go. Wil and Tech’s probably waiting for us.”

The brunet was staring at Tommy with a shocked expression, unmoving. Tommy rolled his eyes and huffed before he grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the crowd of families. Tubbo looked back at you with an apologetic expression and watched as you looked at your scratched up palms. 

You wiped at your tears as you stood up and started to walk home. Your neighbor’s dog behind the wired fence barked at you as you hurried past it. You never liked that dog; it was a drooling, angry, ugly furball. It scared you, but not as much as Mama did when she drank her adult juice. She was scary when she drank it. You tried hiding it from her once but she grounded you from eating dinner and snacks for half a month. You didn’t try to hide it again. 

You trudged up the creaky wooden stairs of your porch and tried to open the door only to find it locked. You tried to knock on the door but Mama didn’t answer so you just sat on the front porch waiting for her to open the door. She did so when the sun was setting, surprise and then anger shining through her hazy eyes. She yelled at you before she sent you to your room for the night without dinner.

The next day when you were sitting alone at a lunch table, someone plopped down in the seat next to you. You jumped and scooted away from them, looking up only to see Tubbo. He was smiling at you.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about Tommy, he gets mad easily.”

You eyed him warily and clutched your open book, “...it’s okay.”

He grinned and scooted closer to you, peering over your shoulder at the book. “What’re you reading?”

“‘Harry Potter’.”

“Oh I love that book! My favorite character’s Ron, who’s yours?”

Surprisingly, the conversation was pleasant before he was dragged away by a glaring Tommy. You might actually make a friend after all. Later that day after school, Tommy once again stopped you in the school yard. This time, he shoved you to the ground and started to shout at you. 

“You do not talk to him, freak! You’re gonna mess him up, he talks to me and me only. Do you unde-undastunend?”

You gulped and shakily spoke up, “yes, and it’s ‘understand’, not ‘undastunend’.”

His glare intensified before he reared back a fist. You yelped as you curled into a ball with your hands protecting your head. Before he could hit you, you heard the stomping of shoes against the concrete.

“TOMMY STOP.”

You could feel a hand on your back and a gentle voice asking if you were alright. You hesitated before you looked up to see an older boy with a mop of curly brown hair on his head and wire glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He reminded you of Harry Potter. Looking past him, you saw a tall pink haired boy glaring and lecturing Tommy, holding the struggling boy in place with a firm grip on his elbow. Tubbo was just behind him looking down and shifting on the balls of his feet.

“I am so sorry about Tommy, are you alright? He didn’t hit you did he?”

You shook your head and the boy heaved a sigh of relief, “that’s good. I’m Wilbur and that’s Technoblade, we’re Tommy and Tubbo’s brothers. What’s your name?”

“(Y/n).”

He smiled at you, “that’s a lovely name.”

“Wilbur, let’s go. This one,” Technoblade shook Tommy’s arm, “needs to talk to Dad.”

You watched as Tommy’s movements stopped and he looked up with wide eyes. “No, please don’t tell Dad. Please-” 

Wilbur stood and helped you up before grabbing Tubbo’s hand and lead him away, “you aren’t weaseling your way out of this.”

You watched the brothers leave, feeling guilt wash over you. You didn’t want to get him in trouble, punishments were the absolute worst. Even though he shoved you and almost punched you, he didn’t deserve any punishment. With guilt weighing down on your shoulders, you walked home. At least Mama was in a good mood, she made you some mac n cheese for dinner. 

The next day, Tommy trudged up to your desk and put a tupperware dish on your desk before sitting down in his seat and ignored you. Tubbo sat in his seat next to you and smiled at you.

“Open it,” he jumped in his seat slightly as he watched your expression change to shock. In the container laid five chocolate chip cookies. You had only had cookies once in your life and that was during a class birthday celebration a year ago. “They’re our Dad’s secret recipe, I helped make them! Um, Tommy wanted to apologize to you.”

You glanced at Tommy. He was glancing at you over his shoulder and blushed a bright red when he saw you looking at him. Tubbo cleared his throat and gestured at Tommy. The blond crossed his arms and looked off to the side. “Sorry,” he mumbled halfheartedly. 

After that, they started to sit next to you during lunch. Tommy was a bit cold towards you, but you found yourself beginning to relax around Tubbo’s friendly aura. Soon enough, you started to supply him with more than a few words per sentence. Tommy eventually got bored of eating in silence and would join your conversation. You three became thick as thieves that year, you even met their Dad. He was very different from Mama; he never yelled at you, he was always giving you snacks, and he even smiled at you often. 

That house became like a second home to you. Eventually, you ended up spending more time at the Minecraft residence than you spent at home with your mom. Over the years, she got worse with her drinking. She was always passed out on the couch and when she wasn’t, she was swaying on her feet in the kitchen staring at a portrait with dazed, wistful eyes. You can remember when you first realized that she had a problem and always being unhappy and drunk was, in fact, not normal for a parent. 

It was a warm spring day in seventh grade. Luckily, you had your health class with Tommy and Tubbo. You were currently learning about alcohol dependency and the effects it had on the body. The teacher listed all the symptoms your mom had; the uncontrollable urge to drink, the aggression, the shakiness and dizziness, everything. When you came to the realization that your mother might have a problem, the teacher started to explain the disorders and diseases that could come from heavy drinking, most of them having the potential to be fatal if the drinking persisted. You felt like you were drenched in icy water as your body seized up in fear for your mother. You stared unseeingly at your notebook at the symptoms of alcoholism and associated disorders. You didn’t want your mom to die. You had to do something before it was too late for her.

“(Y/n)?” You jumped and looked at the person who called your name. Tommy and Tubbo were giving you worried stares. “Are you okay?”

You shakily started to put your supplies away into your backpack. The class had been dismissed and you didn’t even realize it. “Y-yeah. It’s just- I’m worried.”

“Yeah, I’m worried too,” Tommy laughed as you followed the two out of the classroom and to the courtyard. “That essay’s gonna be awful.”

“Oh god we have an essay?”

“Yeah, Mr. Smithers assigned it to us before the bell rang, are you sure you’re okay? You’re usually on top of this stuff.” Tubbo threw a worried glance towards you.

“Yeah, just a bit distracted today. I uh, have to go home. Like right now, my mom wants me home right after school today.”

You sprinted off towards your house. When you reached your neighborhood and ran past the wired fence. The bulldog that lived there was now old and gray. You found out that his name was Buster and he was actually a total sweetheart if you slept next to him on the other side of the fence on more than one occasion. Buster watched from inside his doghouse as you sprinted into the house. Luckily for you, the door was unlocked and your mother was passed out on the couch surrounded by glass bottles. You locked the door behind you as you rushed over to her intensely watching for any sign of movement. She looked dead, her skin was pale, her hair matted, and her mouth gaping open showing off her yellow stained teeth. She wasn’t moving, were you too late?

Just as you started to panic, she snorted and started to breathe. You slumped in relief as you stepped over the beer bottles into the kitchen. The table was sparkly clean with a pristine picture frame resting in the middle, a stark contrast of the beer bottles that littered the floor and the piles of dirty dishes in the sink. It was of a man standing stiffly in a military uniform saluting at the camera with a stern expression. He was an exact copy of you. Well, you were an exact copy of him; that man was your late father.

“Hey Dad, how was your day? Mine was awful, I learned about alcoholism and cirrhosis today and- and I’m worried about Mom. She’s been drinking a lot lately.”

You stared at your dad’s face behind the glass as if expecting a response. You wanted some reassurance from the man. You wanted him to tell you everything was going to be okay and that he’d handle it so you could be a normal kid. Like usual, his steely expression didn’t budge one bit. 

You sighed to yourself sadly and trudged to the refrigerator opening the door. The beer bottles stared back at you tauntingly. Your fingers twitched on the fridge door as you contemplated the consequences of throwing away the offending glass bottles. You remembered in second grade when you hid your mother’s alcohol she punished you by withholding food from you. She’d probably do worse this time, but the consequences were worth it if you were going to save your mother’s life. 

It took you ten minutes of tossing alcohol into the garbage can until the fridge was left barren of the drink. Without the green bottles, the fridge was completely empty with the exception of milk and a few probably rotten eggs. You struggled to take the trash out to the curb and started to work on homework in your room. 

At seven at night, you could hear her roll off the couch and stumble into the kitchen. A series of frantic rustling and banging sounded downstairs before you could hear pounding footsteps storm up the stairs. Your door flung open to reveal your red-faced, livid mother. 

“What the fuck did you do?”

“M-mom I hid them because we learned about alcoholism and cirrhosis and-” You cut yourself off when she walked over to you with her arms extended towards your trembling frame. You tried to scoot as far away from her as possible, but she grabbed your shoulders with clammy but firm hands, shaking you roughly.

“Are you saying I have a problem?! You spoiled fucking brat, you’re the problem! Everything was amazing before you came and fucked up my life. You took him away from me. YOU FUCKING KILLED MY HUSBAND.”

You could feel tears start to drip down your cheeks as you remembered that day in first grade when you begged your dad to get you some McDonalds for dinner. When he relented, you cheered and your mom laughed at your excitement. She was so full of life back then; her hair was shiny and bouncy, her skin was unmarked and flawless, her eyes were lively and bright. Her laughter was perhaps your favorite memory of her. Then everything went to shit when your dad never came home and your mom got a phone call saying that your dad was killed in a car wreck on impact. You could remember your mother’s heart wrenching sobs as she collapsed to the floor and pulled you tight against her body. As if she was trying to protect what was left of her husband.

You were snapped back to reality when your mom shoved you back onto your bed. The happy, beautiful woman that you saw was replaced by the shell of a broken woman. Her silky hair turned dull, her smile turned into a grotesque scowl, her loving eyes turned cold. She truly was a husk of her former self. 

“Stop crying, you’re not the one who’s life was ruined. I want you out of my house in ten minutes. You’re gonna not step foot anywhere near here for two weeks. If I even see you on my property before those two weeks are up, you’re fucking dead.”

You frantically nodded and watched as she stumbled out of her room. You packed what you would need in your spare backpack and ran out of the house past your mother sobbing and babbling incoherently to your dad. You flinched when you could hear a bang and the sound of glass shattering when she threw a bottle at your retreating figure. 

You ran until you couldn’t run anymore. Your legs brought you to the park where you spent most of your childhood. Everywhere you looked, you could see glimpses of your mom and dad pushing you on the swing, Tommy and Tubbo running from you playing tag, Mr. Minecraft putting a bandaid on your scraped knee. Tears streaked down your cheeks as you pushed yourself up and went to your safe place. It was a little nook deep in the vegetation where nobody could see you. You originally found this place when you were playing hide and seek with Tommy and Tubbo. They never knew where you hid.

Tears moistened the soil underneath you as you pulled out a blanket you had hid in a plastic grocery bag and spread it out on the floor. You curled up on it and cried freely into your hands. You didn’t sleep much that night. 

That was the first time she had kicked you out for that long. You barely ate in those two weeks, wolfing down any food you could get your hands on at lunch. Lunch for you was the small scraps of food that Tommy and Tubbo shared with you. Mom never packed you lunches or gave you money to buy things anymore. To make matters worse, they had told their dad that they thought you had some form of eating disorder. 

About a week into your exile, you finally visited the Minecraft residence after avoiding them for a week. You remembered how the blond man pulled you aside into the kitchen. He gently sat you down and pushed a plate full of chicken and vegetables in front of you. You looked at him confused as he gestured towards the plate.

“Eat that, I heard you haven’t been eating much lately.” When you made no move to eat, he smiled at you. “Go ahead, it’s okay if you don’t eat it all. Just eat some of it.”

That was all you needed to hear, you began to eat quickly like a starving wolf. It’s been a while since you had more than half an apple to eat, let alone an actual homemade meal. When you were done, you looked up to see the older man looking at you worriedly. 

“...Are you not getting enough food at home?”

You scrambled to find a lie, “my- my mom is away a lot on business trips. We don’t really eat much.”

His worried expression grew tenfold as he moved to kneel in front of you and put his hands on your shoulders. “You need to eat three meals a day, especially now that you’re growing. You’re always welcome here when your mom’s away, our door’s always open. Is she away now?”

“Yeah, she won’t be home until next week.” You felt bad for lying to the man that put bandaids on your scraped knees and took you to the father daughter dance in fifth grade when he heard that your dad was dead. He was always so kind to you, which you never quite understood. Despite feeling bad for lying to him, you felt incredibly relieved that you didn’t have to be alone anymore. 

From then on out whenever she kicked you out, you went to the Minecraft residence. They welcomed you with open arms and treated you like you were a part of the family. You and Techno bonded over your love for reading and mythology, Wilbur made sure you took care of yourself, and Philza (he told you to just call him Phil at that point) treated you like his own child. You didn’t think that it was possible for you, Tommy, and Tubbo to be any closer than you already were, but you three became inseparable. You told them everything one night when you couldn’t sleep. You told them how you felt like you were the cause of your mother’s decline and your dad’s death, how she would usually punish you, her ‘hobby’. They were about to tell Philza, but you begged them not to. After a while of pleading and assuring them that she’d never hit you, they hesitantly agreed and made you promise to call them whenever you felt unsafe in your home. 

You kept to that promise, calling them whenever she would get too drunk to know what she was doing. They would calm you down from panic attacks late at night and invite you to their house in the daytime. They felt like your actual brothers and you started to refer to them as such. You three gave each other a shoulder to lean on and gave each other comfort when needed. One night when you were in your freshman year, however, your mother caught you sneaking out to see them after she sent you to your room. That was when she started to hit you.

Just as you were about to sneak out the front door, your mother started to scream at you incoherently. When you flinched away from when she got up in your face, she became even more enraged. 

“WHERE WERE YOU GOING? I BET YOU’RE WHORING YOURSELF OUT, AREN’T YOU LITTLE SLUT?”

Without thinking, you yelled back at her, “I would never! Why-” You were cut off by a harsh slap to the cheek sending you to the ground. She quieted down and stared at you and her hand, a glint of shock shining through her dazed eyes. Without a word, she turned around and left to go talk to your dad. You sat there listening to her rant about how she failed as a mother, how she wanted to do better but she didn’t know how, how she wished that he was there with her. You scrambled up and ran to your room. You looked at yourself in the mirror, there was a bright red mark on your cheek in the shape of a hand. There was a small cut where her wedding ring connected with your cheek. A single drop of blood dripped down your cheek and curved down the dip of your chin before dripping onto your shirt. Without doing anything else, you plopped down onto your bed and sobbed into your pillow, crying yourself to sleep.

When you woke up in the morning, you realized that you slept through half of the school day so it was useless to go to school now. You reached up to run a hand down your face only to hiss and pull your hand away. You once again looked at yourself in the mirror.

You looked terrible. Your eyes were bloodshot and swollen like you were crying in your sleep. Hair was sticking up in all directions and matted slightly. The slap mark was gone, but the cut had bruising around the edges with dried blood crusted on your cheek and on your pillow. It was a small cut, but it bled a surprising amount overnight. You couldn’t see Tommy or Tubbo like this, they’d flip out. Luckily for you it was a Friday and you had the weekend to heal. 

Your mother gradually started to hit you more and more. It started off as a once-a-week thing whenever she was really angry, but then it divulged into something that would happen daily over the smallest things. You became her punching bag for her to release some steam. Makeup became your best friend at that point; you used what little savings you saved over the years for dollar store makeup.

Soon after it became a struggle to hide the cuts and bruises from Tommy and Tubbo, so you gradually started to avoid them. Your face, once synonymous with the Minecraft residence and Tommy and Tubbo, became a rarity. They tried their hardest to contact you, but you always dodged their calls. After a few months of you dodging Tommy and Tubbo, you finally told them that you didn’t want to be friends with them anymore. 

It broke your heart to say it, but it had to be done. They were getting too close to the truth and you couldn’t have that; the government would take you away from your mom and she’d end up dead. You were the only one keeping her alive at this point, she lost all motivation to eat. The only thing she did nowadays was hit you, drink, and hug your dad’s photo to her chest. 

The beatings got to the point where you could barely walk without feeling pain. School became something that you’d rarely attend. Tommy and Tubbo stopped trying to talk to and call you. Buster, your previous confidant, had long since died so you were truly alone in the world. The neighbor’s yard looked barren without the dog house and the graying dog. The only person you had left was your mom. 

When you had accidentally burnt dinner late at night, she completely snapped. She grabbed your arm and held it on top of the burner. Pain hit you immediately as you screamed and cried apologies to her. When you instinctively hit her with your other hand, she dug her nails into your arm and pushed your arm closer onto the burner. Nerve endings screamed at you to get away from the pain. The pain was becoming too much, so you looked on the countertop next to you for something to defend yourself with. A metal fork was lying close to your other hand. 

You grabbed it and, with a distraught apology to your mother, drove the prongs deep into her arm. She screamed in pain and let your arm go. You ripped yourself out of her grasp and started to run for the front door. A force collided with the back of your shoulder making pain explode in the area. You didn’t know what happened at first, but after hearing the shattering of glass, you realized that she threw a beer bottle at you. You could feel the sting of alcohol and glass mingling with your open wounds on your shoulder. The sting was almost as bad as your arm, but you didn’t stop running especially when you glanced behind you to see her running at you with a knife raised and the fork protruding from her arm.

You flung open the door and sprinted out without bothering to close the door behind you. As your bare feet hit the sidewalk, you could hear your mother stop at the end of the stairs and shout at you to come back. You never stopped.

You didn’t stop until your feet took you to the Minecraft residence’s front door. Nobody was on the street as it was about eleven at night. You hesitated to knock on their door, you ignored the family for the past six months, and you weren’t sure if they even wanted you there. After five minutes of thinking, you just sighed as you walked back down the wooden stairs and walked back towards the sidewalk.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” You froze up at Tommy’s sleep riddled voice. You stayed frozen as you heard him stomp over to you. He placed a firm hand on your injured shoulder and forced you to turn around. His angry expression faded into a concerned one when he heard you start to sob and flinch away from him. 

“Wha- shit are you bleeding?” You nodded slightly and he gently turned you back around to see a patch of darkened cloth on your shirt. You could feel him shaking as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the house. He plopped you at the dining room table and told you to wait there. With that, he sprinted up the stairs and brought back a serious Philza holding a first aid kit. 

When he saw you bruised and battered, you could hear him take in a sharp intake of breath and saw unbridled anger flash across his face. You flinched away from him when he approached you. 

“Hey,” he said in a gentle voice, “I won’t hurt you. Can you show me where you’re hurt?” 

You eyed him warily like a scared wild animal and reluctantly moved your burned arm away from your chest and showed it to him. This was the first time you saw your forearm; it was an ugly red that expanded up the majority of the underside of your forearm with skin burned off at the edges. Yellow, fluid-filled blisters were starting to form. 

You could hear Tommy’s horrified gasp as he turned to run out of the room. You kept your gaze downwards as Philza warned you that he was about to put disinfectant on your wound. He apologized to you when you whimpered in pain at the sting of the alcohol on your exposed nerves. After he was finished wrapping your arm, he asked you to show him where else you’re injured. You turned around so he could see the growing patch of blood staining your now ripped shirt. You could feel him gently move your shirt to the side and heard him wince. 

“Shit, there’s glass in here. I’m going to have to get some tweezers to get it out. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” You were then alone in the kitchen for a moment before he came back with a worried Wilbur and Techno in tow. The brunet pulled up a chair next to you and asked if it was alright to hold your hand. After you hesitantly nodded, he grabbed your hand and started to run his thumb over your knuckles. Techno held a light close to your shoulder as Philza started to tweeze out the green tinted glass from your shoulder. 

Every time you would suck in air through your teeth and muffle your yelps with your other hand, Wilbur would whisper reassurances to you and hold your hand tighter. After the glass was out, the wound was disinfected, and wrapped in gauze, Philza told the boys to leave the room. He grabbed both of your hands and gave you the best reassuring smile that he could.

“Tell me what happened.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you felt tears well up in your eyes, “I tried Phil, I really did. She never got better no matter what I did.”

“What do you mean, are you talking about your mom?” You could hear the angry undertone of his voice. You tensed up and nodded.

“She… she needs help. She was never the same after Dad died, she started drinking. It started off with only one beer a day, but after seventh grade she was going through an entire case in a day. She’d punish me if I said or did anything about it. No dinner for a week was a popular one until she started to ban me from the house for weeks on end. She never went on business trips, Phil. She got a knife today. I-I thought she was actually gonna kill me this time, I was so scared.”

Without another word, he pulled you into a tight hug, letting you sob freely into his shoulder. “It was my fault, I couldn’t help her! She- she needed me and I couldn’t help her.” You said between sobs. He hugged you tighter and started to rub your back, making sure to avoid your shoulder. “None of this is your fault, you can’t help someone if they don’t want help. Sometimes you can’t fix someone who’s too far gone.”

“Am I too far gone?”

“No, you aren’t. We’ll help you through this, we won’t let anybody hurt you ever again. You’re gonna go on to live a good life.” You passed out in his arms after a while of crying. 

When you woke up, you were in Tommy and Tubbo’s room. The two boys jumped to your side and pulled you into a tight group hug. After you tried to apologize to them for how you treated them in the past six months, they shushed you and just sat there in silence hugging you. 

Later that day you found out that your mother was found by your neighbor on the front porch with her wrists slit and empty beer bottles surrounding her. She was breathing, but just barely. Currently she was in an unstable condition in the hospital. You had a full breakdown when you found out that she almost killed herself because of you. You had run out of the house and to your safe place in the park. You hadn’t been there in a few years, so you hoped that it was still there. 

Sure enough, it was still there albeit a bit overgrown. The blanket in the plastic bag was in the same place where you left it. You had no idea how long you were sitting there crying and having a panic attack, but when you came to your senses it was dark outside. You could hear crickets chirping and the rustling of leaves in the entrance of your hideout.

A brunet head poked itself in and smiled when he saw you. Tubbo fully came into the nook and gestured for someone to follow. Tommy’s blond hair made itself apparent before he joined you two inside.

“Nice little place you have here. It’s… homey.” Tubbo rubbed his hands together and blew warm air on them. You threw one side of the blanket at him and pulled your knees up to your chest. “Thanks, I used to sleep here sometimes… How’d you find me?”

“We could hear you,” Tommy pulled out his phone and typed something on it before pocketing it and sitting next to you. He covered himself with the blanket as Tubbo followed suit. You sat in silence before Tommy broke it. 

“How long has she been hittin you?”

“Tommy!” Tubbo scolded him.

“She started about six months ago.”

“Six months ago… that was when you cancelled plans! I knew something was wrong Tubbo.”

Tubbo said nothing as he looked at you with a helpless expression. Just as he was about to open his mouth, you interrupted him. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. Everything’s my fault. I’m the reason my mom’s in the hospital right now fighting for her life. I wasn’t there for her.” You would’ve started crying if it weren’t for the fact that you just felt so drained and numb.

“The fuck do you mean? She was about to kill you! You told us that she was about to stab you, what else were you supposed to do, just let her kill you?!” Tommy exclaimed.

You shrugged, “maybe. If she did she’d be happy, I was just a burden to her. I- I just wanted her to be happy and I would never be able to do that as long as I’m alive. If she killed me she wouldn’t be in the hospital right now.”

“What the fuck (y/n),” Tubbo shouted, startling you. He never shouts, let alone swears. “How could you even say that? I don’t know what I’d do without you, everything would be so boring and nothing would be the same without you. Fuck her happiness, she’s a wretched woman if the only way she can be happy is when you’re dead. Fuck her.”

You and Tommy stared at the seething boy in shock. He never shouted when he was angry, he only did that once when he found out that Tommy was being bullied. Whenever he sweared, that’s when you knew his emotions were hitting him at full force. Tommy quickly recovered from his shock to join him, “yeah fuck her, man! She can go suck a dick.” He was interrupted by his phone buzzing.

“Dad’s here, c’mon he’s worried sick about you.” After they helped you out of your safe place, they both wrapped an arm around your shoulders and walked you to the parking lot. You could see the headlights of the lone car in the lot turn off before the door swung open and a figure rushed towards you. You pushed yourself behind Tommy and Tubbo and hid behind them fearfully. They both turned around and put a hand on your shoulders. “It’s okay, it’s our dad.”

You peeked over their shoulders and saw a mop of disheveled, long blond hair. Philza looked like he was just told that there was an antidote for a fatal poison he just ingested, despite the flash of hurt that showed on his face. His blue eyes were accentuated by the redness of his sclera and you can see the relief painted in them. A gentle smile was on his face as he moved his arms up. Without another word, you launched yourself at him and pulled him into the tightest hug you could manage with your shoulder.

“Are your accusations true, Mx. (L/n)?” 

Your gaze flickered over to your mother sitting on the other side of the courtroom. She looked at you with no expression on her face. Her wrists were wrapped tightly in a white bandage that was a stark contrast to the bright orange prison uniform and the silver of the handcuffs. She wasn’t the woman you knew when your dad was alive. The life was sucked out of her the second she picked up that phone call.

You looked back at the lawyer, “yes sir.”

“I have no further questions, your honor.”

“You may return to your seat, Mx. (L/N).”

You stood up and walked as confidently as you could past the dull eyes of your mother and back to your seat between Tommy and Tubbo. You held their hands tightly as the trial moved onwards. Buster’s owner even stepped up to the witness stand to give his testimony. Apparently he knew about the abuse from your late night conversations with Buster. He had contacted CPS and the police multiple times but the case was always dropped for some reason that you couldn’t bring yourself to ponder. A few of your previous teachers even showed up to give their testimonies. Their words, though true and slightly sweet, rubbed you the wrong way. If they ‘knew something was happening at home with you’, then why didn’t they do anything when it was happening? You tried to focus on the rest of the trial. 

Your mother’s only witness was herself, and she did a piss poor job at it. She was basically digging her own grave with every word that came out of her mouth. The entire time, she was staring at you with her infamous dull eyes. 

“Do you have any further points you would like to add, Mrs. (L/n)?”

“Yes, I have always loved my child. They were my husband’s pride and joy, the splitting image of him. Their rightful place is safe with their real parent at our home.”

You could feel Tommy attempt to stand up, but you pulled him back down; now was not the time for him to start yelling in anger. Tubbo squeezed your hand in reassurance and glanced at you. You were staring at the woman you called your mother with pain and hate filled eyes. You wished her words were sincere, but you knew fully well that they weren’t. The words that left her mouth would’ve been one hundred percent true  and genuine when your dad was still alive, but he’s buried six feet under in a military cemetary now and he has been for years. You would’ve given anything, even your own life, for those words to be true a month ago, but you knew better now. Mothers don’t treat their kids like this, they’re supposed to give their children their unconditional love and take care of them. As far as you were concerned, she was no longer your mother. She forfeited that title the second she turned to the bottle. Philza is and will always be more of a parental figure than she’ll ever be. 

After the jury left to discuss, the court was in a recess. You slipped out of the room and speed walked to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You could see heavy eye bags under your dull eyes. The dullness of your eyes, to your horror, reminded you of your mother, so you splashed your face with water. That fixed it, your eyes were slightly brighter. You could still see the faint outline of the scar on your cheek from when she first hit you. Small scars littered your face from the more recent wounds she gave you before you ran.

A knock sounded at the door, “(y/n), the recess is almost over.” It was Techno.

You patted your face dry and went to leave the bathroom. The pink haired boy that you now saw as your older brother was waiting patiently for you on the other side. He put a gentle hand on your shoulder and led you back to the courtroom. There, the rest of the Minec- no, your family was waiting for you. Just as you reached them, the judge announced that the jurors would be arriving back. The entire courtroom stood as they walked in.

“Have you reached a verdict?” The judge asked.

“We have.”

“Mrs. (L/n) and Mr. Langsburg, would you stand and face the jury? You may read the verdict.”

“We the jury of the state court find the defendant guilty under the charges of child abuse and child neglect.”

Tommy clapped a hand on your shoulder as Tubbo squeezed your hand. They both smiled widely at you. You, however, didn’t acknowledge them. You were only staring at the empty eyes of your mother as she was looking at the jury. Her reaction was akin to her breaking a pencil, like it didn’t matter to her. Like all the years abuse that she put you through didn’t matter was as trivial as breaking a pencil. 

“So say you all?”

“Yes, your honor.” 

“I hereby sentence Mrs. (L/n) to twelve years in the state penitentiary with no opportunity of parole. Mr. Philza Minecraft shall be bestowed the custody of Mx. (Y/n) (l/n) as they do not have any next of kin. Court is adjourned.” With that, she banged the gavel and the courtroom exploded in the bustling of people. You never took your eyes off from your mo- no, the monster with the dull eyes as she picked at something in her nails boredly. Just as she looked up to meet your gaze, Tommy pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground slightly. You were passed around the family in the courtroom for their individual hugs. Philza’s was comforting, Tubbo’s was congratulatory, Wilbur’s was warm, and Techno’s was slightly awkward, yet soft. 

At home, you spent most of your time in the spare room Philza had given you. He had offered to help you decorate it, but you had no idea where to start. You were never allowed to have decorations in your old room. You kept the room simplistic and your possessions light. 

You often stared at your dad’s portrait on your nightstand wondering what your life could’ve been like if you never asked him for McDonalds that day. Your family probably would’ve been stationed in who knows where and moved around often, as is customary in most military families. You probably would’ve never met Tommy and Tubbo in third grade. You probably would’ve never met your now older brothers and new father. You didn’t want to imagine a life without them. 

After a few days of you being locked up in your room, Tommy and Tubbo came into your room with mischievous grins. You knew them like the back of your hand, so you knew the second you saw their faces that they were about to do something. You sat up and looked at them suspiciously. 

“What are you doing?”

“We’re not doing anything, (y/n). Right Tubbo?”

“Right Tommy.” Tubbo nodded curtly. They still had grins on their faces. They walked over to your bed before they picked you up and walked you out of the room. You didn’t have the energy to fight them, so you laid limp in their arms. They eventually took you down to the living room and plopped you down onto the couch between them. Techno tossed them a blanket when they then used to wrap you tightly into a blanket burrito. The home screen of Disney Plus was pulled up on the TV and the curtains were drawn. Philza and Wilbur exited the kitchen with glasses of water and two big bowls of popcorn.

They smiled widely when they saw you squashed between your brothers, putting a bowl of popcorn in your lap and three glasses of water nearby. The two next to you dug into the popcorn as the rest of the family made themselves comfortable on the couch. 

“What are we doing?”

“Movie night! We’re gonna binge the Marvel movies, your favorite!” Tubbo grinned at you, practically bouncing in his seat.

“Just double checking, the order is Captain America, Captain Marvel, Iron Mans One and Two, Incredible Hulk, Avengers, Thor-”

You cut Wilbur off with a mumbled “first Thor, then the first Avengers movie.”

“Glad I asked then! The timeline would’ve been thrown off.” 

As the movies progressed, you started to finally feel like you belonged as a part of the family. Laughter came easier to you, mingling effortlessly with the family’s laughter. Every time you laughed at a scene, they would give you a smile and laugh alongside you. Eventually after about halfway through Captain America: The Winter Soldier, everyone had fallen asleep on the couch. Soft snores and the quiet sounds of the occasional fight scene filled the room as your eyelids started to close involuntarily. You looked around the room at the rest of your family. They all looked peaceful in their slumber. Tommy and Tubbo’s protective hold of their arms around your shoulders made you feel safe. It was in that moment that you realized that they would never let anyone hurt you ever again. You were a part of an actual, loving family. With that, you let yourself fall asleep into a peaceful slumber surrounded by the people that loved you the most. 

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[anarchy-and-piglins]

I think that this could theoretically work for any of the SBI meeting in Something Better AU but I'm back to thinking about encountering each other in adversarial circumstances but it's funny (I know it could easily be angsty but it would feel better here if angst were simply a gateway into More Comedy)

but like one of them is in some kind of position where they may reasonably have a hitman hired to go after them

then either there's another SBI member who is literally a hitman who is actually just trying to do his job but the target keeps evading him a little too well and it's very frustrating (could be that the other two come upon this and go "nononono wait no hold on calm down" OR the hitman one finally catches up and is about to stab when yknow eye contact etc etc and then they have another, Entirely Different and Perhaps Even More Awkward problem to deal with)

OR

two or all of the rest of them are like "heck we're trying to catch up to our Bestie:tm: over here but he's like weirdly good at evading us and we haven't gotten close enough to make eye contact yet :("

could be funny if the one going "aw heck the hitmen really do be after me today" is Technoblade

would be funnier for the second option specifically if he were part of the chasing group, so the other(s) could make a comment about "I mean I could understand this if it were YOU we were chasing because you've always been afraid of anything resembling social interaction, but?"

if it's the first one where it's like legit target and hitman situation, then it could also be funnier if neither one of them is Techno. Techno is an English professor who lives alone with 12 dogs. he's meeting one of the other SBI as like, a student in one of his classes. They don't actually get the memories back for like a few weeks because Techno avoids eye contact and keeps doing "no classroom, just online assignment" days, and when they do finally make eye contact it's in a moment where the other one is like, handing in a paper or something, and they just sorta stand there staring until one of the other students coughs and Techno is faced with "do I finish teaching for today *Before* doing the tearful reunion and we just sit here Knowing the whole time or do I go 'for personal reasons we're uhh doing the assignment online today. again. uh. family emergency. everybody out.' right away and let the students start Rumors....."

then they find the other two who're like "oh yeah we made eye contact in the middle of a life or death chase scene and then had to fake both of our deaths to get out of an intense spy drama haha how are you guys?"

I started this with "hitman chase scene haha" and ended it with "English Professor Techno Being Awkward" can you tell I have ADHD anyways

All of this is golden especially English professor Techno, him having Tommy in his class but them not realizing they’re soulmates is hilarious.

But I’m so hyperfixated on the hitman thing because I think that would work with Emerald duo so SO well. Like??? Techno as a hitman and Phil as some kind of rich high-society guy that somebody wants to get rid of for his money or whatever. Could do a Princess Mononoke type scene where Techno has Phil pinned and has a knife to his throat and then their eyes meet and they both just freeze.

And then Phil starts laughing like a maniac

[wrenqueenisboss]

DSMP x faerie hybrid!reader (they/them)

Characters: Dream, George, Karl, Technoblade, Philza Warnings: none, just fluff (tell me if I’m wrong) pronouns: they/them (if used/mentioned) notes: for Karl’s, I’m headcanoning that faeries and faerie hybrids have long lifespans

Dream:

When Dream first saw your beautiful wings, he was literally speechless

“They’re gorgeous,” he couldn’t help but whisper

He then blushed bright red at your smile

“I mean- you’re... you’re beautiful too. so are your wings. but I don’t want you to think that you’re not pretty as well. and-” he turns and even brighter red when he realizes. “I’m rambling aren’t I?”

George:

From the very beginning, George always felt a mystical and magical vibe from you

although, he didn’t realize it was because you were a faerie hybrid until later

it happened really randomly

at dinner: “I think faeries are really pretty, Y/n. What about you?”

You giggled. “Yeah, I do. but I’m pretty biased.”

when you finally told him he was just like   :o

Karl:

Karl met you on one of his time-traveling adventures

he promised to return, but he forgot

one day, he sees a vaguely familiar face

“Karl?” you whisper shakily, not believing who you’re seeing

he then remembers. he also remembers the time difference between when he met you and the present/his home time

You explain that you’re a faerie hybrid and that gives you a much longer lifespan

this man is so in awe of you

Technoblade:

Techno had been assigned to protect you, but he didn’t know why

you seemed like a normal human, except for those shiny sparkles you seemed to always have on your cheeks

something felt to magically whimsical about you

one day, you were attacked

of course, you both made it out alive, but Tech made you explain to him why people were trying to hunt you down

you explain that it’s because you are one of the last surviving faerie hybrids and that people are willing to pay a lot of money to get your wings

he and the voices vow to protect you

Philza:

Philza actually discovered you wandering your forest as a pixie (baby faerie in this headcanon)

you explained to him that you were alone

his dadza instincts kicked in and he adopted you

The rest of the sbi loved you so much and treated you as if your were one of their own

and, you were

all around, despited being a completely different species/hybrid than the rest of your found family, you know that they love you unconditionally

[crystalcow]

𝑂ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒//𝑆𝐵𝐼

Masterlist

SBI x reader !p headcannons

Pronouns: she/her

Warnings: none just family fluff

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗼𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝗼𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞...

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Being hella spoiled by Phil

➵ He feels bad that your trapped in a house with all men

Forcing Wilbur and Techno to play dress up and watch your “fashion shows”

Making a toddler Tommy to wear your smaller dresses

➵ he’ll throw a massive fit, but it’ll be funny either ways

Getting to play the “I’m the only girl!” Card whenever you want

Phil assigning you to babysit Tommy whenever he’s going out

Helping techno make things in the kitchen that turns into a mess in the end

“Where the hell are my clips?” Seeing techno attempting to style his hair

➵ braiding technos hair for him or putting it in different styles when it gets too long

Writing songs with Wilbur and then listening to them with Tommy

When you get an s/o the whole family threatens them to hell

➵ they cry most of the time.. I mean blood god and angle of death

If they break your heart you bet that the next laundry load will be pretty red..

Tommy will probably come into your room just wanting attention then forcing you to watch a movie

Techno would prefer just being in your presence, not talking but time to time he’ll read to you

Wilbur would like to spend time with you by doing things together, rather if that’s trying to throw darts at a map or listening to music

Phil would take you out on different tasks or bringing you little gifts that interest you.

➵ you like rocks? Your getting a whole amethyst

If you turn out to be a late bloomer when your younger, Expect your brothers to help out and make sure to get you walking or talking

➵ they’ll regret the talking part..

They’ll (attempt) love you as for you are their sister/daughter

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First headcannon I’ve written? Request or anything, or if you wanna be added to a tag list!

[cupcraft]

MCYT/DSMP Fic Recs part I (?)

Alright here's some of my mcyt/origins/dsmp fic recs. If you need content warnings you can ask or read the tags.

All are on AO3. If any fanfic creator wants to be removed from this post I will. It's not in any particular order or reason. Just a few I like. I'll give a brief summary of each and if it made me cry.

Here we go.

1. Vibrations by Celestialwarden: c!Tommy escapes exile fic, adopts a kid. Makes new friends. Very long. I definitely cried a lot. There are OCs in this fic, but they are well written and I enjoyed them.

2. You look lonely (i can fix that) by mairangelic: c!Clingy duo fic, post c!Ranboo's death. Lots of talking. Lots of much needed talking. Very sad, but also very good. Good if you're missing c!Clingy duo.

3. Conditions of Existence by Misterghostfrog: SBI adoption Fic. Tommy is a goose hybrid. It's very terribly cute. sldfjsljfs.

4. Starchild series by Dragonire: Tommy is captured by aliens. He makes friends with another alien that is captured. He protects them, they save him. SBI Aliens with Tommy as a human au. Make sure you read the tags.

5. Behind the Steam There's a Canvas of Scars by Live: Techno and Tommy are platonic soulmates. There's a lot of misunderstandings. Soulmates share scars verse. It's very much sad and fluffy and ouch and great. Pretty sure this is a DSMP canon divergence fic.

6. Ludus by Dragonire (that's two for two from this author): Tubbo is assigned as Prince Theseus's guard, but he has yet to actually see Theseus. He winds up hanging out with a guy at the castle named Tommy. Very misunderstandings fic, SBI as family, very very good, I definitely absolutely cried. Read the tags there are some dark moments.

7. A flower field, lilac petals, an infestation of the mind by plantform: Tubbo, Tommy, and Ranboo pluck a flower that lets them read minds what will they do. Dream SMP canon divergence.

That's all I'll add for now. Send me an ask for tropes or other fics I like I guess. Hopefully y'all liked this! And give these writers some love, kudos, and comments on these fics if you like them too!

[c4pricornc4ts]

“Does this help?” And “do you ever stop talking?” With SBI possibly? For the prompt things?If you want no pressure! -🐝

Mellohi and Mooblooms 

Warnings for non-descriptive violence, blood

It had been a pretty good day for Tommy, he passed his Spanish test, ate lunch with Tubbo and Jack and managed to not get any detentions. He even got Phil to let him spend the night with Tubbo on a school night! So tell him why he’s ending the day getting grabbed by one of the kids that’s always a bit snarky with the teachers and pulled into the bathroom?

There’s two of them, neither are taller than Tommy. Perhaps the height advantage is why he had the confidence to joke around. “Gentlemen, please. No need to get aggressive now is there?” He laughs. 

The other boys aren’t laughing. They look annoyed, the same way Wilbur looked when he broke into his office. The real kind of annoyed. “Do you ever stop talking?” One of the boys pushes him against a stall door roughly and he struggles not to fall as the door swings. 

“W-what did I do? Why are you-” The blonde is cut off by an arm pushing him against the actual wall while their friend punches Tommy. 

He holds his nose and hisses in pain. He doesn’t say anything however, clearly the two highschoolers don’t like it when he talks. 

“You’re such a bother Tom, every damn class you never just shut up.” He’s punched again, this time in the stomach. He cries out but focuses on staying on his feet. He meets the eyes of the one holding him against the wall, gripping both his shoulders. He recognizes him from history class. 

He always was a bit loud in history class, perhaps he deserved to get knocked around a bit. 

He’s pushed against the tiled wall once again, his head knocking against it as his hands were too busy holding his stomach to prevent it. 

“You know, there’s a reason Techno pretends he isn’t related to you. You’re always just embarrassing yourself.” He’s thrown around a bit more, he considers fighting back for a moment but instead he just focuses on how bad it hurt to breathe and how he’s gonna explain this all to Tubbo who was probably sitting on the sidewalk by the bus ramp waiting for him.

“Just,” He’s given a firm shake. “Stop,” Another shake, he’s gonna have such a bad headache after this. “Talking.” He’s let go by the boy from class and he drops to his knees. Breathing heavily and watching the two boys leave trying to process all that just happened. 

He keeps sitting, long after the boys have both up and left. He doesn’t have the energy to get a paper towel for his bloody nose, so he just breathes heavily and watches the blood run down his hand. 

He’s interrupted from his thoughts by his phone ringing. He wipes his bloody hands off on his pants and answers quickly when he sees it’s Tubbo. 

“Tommy? Where are you? Did your science teacher make you stay back again?” Tubbo sounded so casual, Tommy wishes he was in science. 

“I-I’m on the bathroom floor.” 

“Huh? Like the bathroom in the science wing?” He can tell Tubbo’s already starting to head back inside judging by the way the sounds of the busses get quieter. 

“Yeah.” He sighs and shifts to holding the phone up to his ear with his shoulder. Holding his arm up was hurting his ribs. He stares at the bathroom door tiredly, waiting for it to open and for Tubbo to help him stop the bleeding. 

“Tommy? What’s happened? Oh my God, you’re bleeding. Oh God um-” He watches as his friend rushes to get a paper towel, wetting one of them to get the dried blood off Tommy supposes. 

He refuses to look at the brunette even as Tubbo cleans his nose off. “It’s nothing, I went too far with one of my jokes, made some boys mad. I’ll be okay.” 

“They just punched you? Geez.” Tommy was really grateful Tubbo wasn’t so upfront like he was. If Tommy found Tubbo like this, he’d go make those boys pay. 

“It’s fine, really. Just hurts. I’d really just like to go home now.” As soon as Tubbo goes to throw away the paper towels, Tommy gets up and pockets his phone. Trying to hide how much it hurt to stand. Hoping Tubbo would just forget this all ever happened. 

“Yeah, we can go home. You sure you’re alright? They really hurt your nose, you should report them y’know.” 

“I just want to go home for now, please.” He’s usually a lot more energetic but hearing what those boys had to say about him, really hurt him. 

They walk to Tubbo’s house which is thankfully only 2 blocks away from the school. Only stopping twice when Tommy’s stomach was hurting too badly.

Tubbo takes the house key out of his pocket and lets them both in, Tommy immediately climbs the stairs to Tubbo’s room while the other goes to say hello to his family. 

Tubbo’s family was always very nice to Tommy, they loved hearing his over-exaggerated school stories. So he did feel a bit bad for completely ignoring them today.

He didn’t want to annoy anyone else. 

He immediately lays on top of Tubbo’s bed, looking at all the posters on the walls. Tubbo hadn’t lived here long but you wouldn’t be able to tell by how decorated it is. The posters were mostly from video games, with a few fanarts of the DreamSMP group hanging next to the photos of their first meetup on a board. 

Tubbo comes in and sits down. “Do you want to talk about it? You seem more bothered than you would be if they just punched you once.” 

Tommy shifts on his side so he could look at Tubbo from where he sat on his desk chair. “T-they said Techno is embarrassed by me. That I should stop talking.” He can feel himself start to get choked up, but he doesn’t plan on crying at his friend’s house. Maybe later in his own room but certainly not right now. 

“Toms, you know Techno isn’t really embarrassed by you. He just pretends to not know you as a joke. Remember all the times he tells you how proud he is?” 

Though it was rare, sometimes Techno would look over Tommy’s shoulder while he was holding a school assignment he did well on and murmur a monotone, “Good job.” Or when they were sparring, and Tommy would manage to win a round, Techno would sound so proud of him and brag about him at dinner to Philza and Wilbur. 

But he still didn’t talk to Tommy at school, and though he pretended to be okay with Techno pretending to ignore him, he always felt hurt by it deep down. Hearing the boys say that Techno wasn’t just jokingly annoyed made Tommy feel like his anxieties were confirmed. 

“Yeah, it’s just- I dunno Tubbo. It just hurt more than the punches. I guess.” 

He wipes his eyes and then buries his face in the pillow as Tubbo gets up and opens his closet, shuffling through it before coming back. 

He feels something plush land by his arm and he looks up slowly to see Tubbo had tossed a yellow moobloom stuffed animal by his arm. 

“Does this help? My sister made it for me but I know you wanted the moobloom to win so I thought maybe it’d make you feel better. I-it’s kinda stupid.” 

Tommy hugs the yellow cow, burying his face in one of the dandelions. “No, it’s not stupid. I appreciate it.” He laughs a little when Tubbo starts playing Mellohi. 

“Well, I didn’t have an as eventful day as you Tommy, but let me tell you what Purpled did in art. It was crazy!” 

They laugh and talk for a bit before Tubbo streams.The whole time they were pretending like Tommy wasn’t with him. Both of them trying not to laugh as chat freaks out insisting Tommy had been in the frame. (Which he had been once, to go get a snack before sitting back on the bed.) Tommy forgets why he was so upset in the first place when Techno jumps in the call to join the debate of whether Tommy was in Tubbo’s house or not.