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py-dreamer · 1 year

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SBI & RodentHybrid!Reader

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GN!Reader, (this is my first time doing something like this-)

Rats, mice and most rodents alike are under-appreciated in my opinion and I had some SBI brainrot I could not stop.

How did they find you?

Philza had just adopted his 3 chaos sons and was not expecting to have anymore children.

Tommy was 3, Wilbur and Techno were both 10

however, one day he heard tiny squeaks during a trek in the forest.

he thought it was just a regular mouse but it was too loud to be one so he followed the source and peered in the bushes and in it was lil' ol' you

you couldn't have been more than a year old by the looks of it and you were absolutely tiny! you could fit in the palm of his hand

you were also freezing cold and there were no adults around so... guess Phil's gonna adopt another child then!

Your rat features:

I put down rodent hybrid cause' I couldn't make up my mind if you were going to be a mouse or a rat (there's a difference!) so neither can your family!

You have the cartoonishly big mouse ears (think Mickey Mouse) and also a long thin and scaly tail

You also have delicate whiskers and a itty bitty nose that has a surprisingly good sense of smell

There are small patches around your body hear and there

TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS!

Also, smol. Extremely small. You are by far the shortest in the family. Mice are really small so I think you'd grow to 1ft 6 at most

Rats have strong teeth so you also have a set of really strong buck teeth

Since Techno once talked with a piglin, and Phil's chat are literally crows, you can talk to other rodents

"I'm not like other people! I'm 1ft 6, I have the best sense of smell, I can talk to animals and I have a tail cause I'm a foocking rat baby"

Life with the SBI

it was rather difficult to adjust to the new family member because of the drastic height differences but nothing they couldn't handle

All the seats, tables ect have a little ladder carved in or have a step-ladder attached so you could climb up

Stairs and doors. They were going to be a problem. So Dadza made like a little elevator out of string, small planks of wood and pulleys so you can get up and down the floors. Each door in the house also had a small doggy door on it so you could easily enter...though one time a stray cat had gotten in and chased you around the house so the main door and the door to the backyard had to have little locks installed on the little doors too.

Once you got a bit older, Dadza realized it would've been a very tiring life for you to have to climb up every seat and every table and every shelf you want to use so he made a little hole in the wall under a table and built tiny furniture perfect size for you and helped you decorate your room

Any soft fabric in the house was a perfect napping spot for you. your family would often find you nesting in hoodies, cushions, jackets, cloaks, blankets ect. (Although once Wilbur almost sat on you when you got a little too comfortable and fell asleep on the couch)

I'd like to think whenever you were mad at one of your brothers, you'd steal their stuff (that you can carry ie Tommy's disc, Wilbur's beanie, Techno's gold) and hide it in your room or a small crevice that only you can fit in and they'd be to big to fit in and reach their stuff.

You would also take advantage of your size and hide in places impossible for your family to hide in but not for you! You were always the hide and seek champion and could evesdrop on your brothers from inside the walls or inside a chest.

Midnight snacks. Just all the snacks. Rats can fit through any space they can get their heads into and some can chew through metal so there was nothing stopping your hungry tummy. Phil was even considering enchanting the pantry to prevent you from theiving all the snacks (you'd share with your brothers though, Phil was just miffed you ate all the snacks before dinner and could get ill)

When you guys were going out and you couldn't keep up, you'd just ride in one of their bags. You were extremely light and it was hard to keep up with their long legs so this was a perfect solution (you 100% fell asleep in a bag once and the family almost flipped the house upside down looking for you)

Your relationship with Dadza

We already mentioned him earlier but he loves you very much

Phil was a lot more nervous to take care of you cause he'd never raised a child this small before

He was very hesitant to let your brothers hold you when you were a baby because you were just so small and fragile-

When you were little and went out with him, you always had to be on him or holding his hand. Sitting on his hat, his shoulder, riding in his bag, him carrying you, he didn't mind but you couldn't be let out of sight especially in large crowds or tall grass.

He always had at least one of his crows keep an eye on you when you went outside to play just in case anything goes wrong

He still worries about you a lot but knows that at least you can defend yourself now.

Your relationship with Wilbur

he was your big brother and you both love each other a lot

it took some time getting used to you but the moment he saw such a tiny baby, he just went 'SMOL CHILD I WILL PROTECT YOU'

in the early days, when Philza couldn't take care of you, he'd hand you to Wilbur who'd spend time with you and Tommy. Be it going to town, making a new song, going to meet Sally, he was mostly glad to bring his little siblings along

While he cared for you a lot, he still played tricks on you sometimes like when he told you that birds eat mice and you just became terrified of Phil and his crows for a good week XD

He was much more relaxed when it came to your safety (not that he'd let you go into the woods alone, like just be less protective than dadza) though he would just be wary when you guys are with a lot of people so he'd prefer it if you were riding on his beanie. He'd get weird stares but as long as you're safe, he didn't care

when composing songs and you're with him, he'd sing the lyrics and you'd sometimes squeak them back in your high-pitched voice and he would either laugh or die from cuteness...or both

rats also generally have better hearing than humans so when he was composing a song, he'd ask for your opinion to see if it was good or not

Your relationship with Techno

when you were first welcomed into the family, he didn't know what to do-

don't get me wrong he got the same 'PROTECT DA CHILD' feeling as Wilbur and even the voices told him to 'PROTEC SMOL THING' when he got them later on

it's just that you were so small that he was afraid he'd hurt you he was never as gentle as his twin or his dad and Wilbur seemed to like you so he figured he'd him take care of you like Tommy

though one day, you were out in the garden. Techno was training, Phil was in the house, Wilbur and Tommy were with friends. A stray zombie found its way to your home and it started to attack you.

you were too small to get away quick enough and tripped but just as the zombie was about to hurt you any more, Techno shot an arrow through that f*cker's head he then realized you were too weak to defend yourself so decided to train you to be stronger

Wilbur was unsure about letting you wield a sword but Techno insisted it was for the best. Eventually, Tommy bugged him enough to train him too.

it took a while but after enough time and hard work, you were able to wield a few light weight weapons and were able to hold your own at pvp by quickly darting and dodging around your opponent.

when you weren't training, Techno read you and Tommy greek mythology. Tommy would sit in his lap and you would rest on his head (if he felt like it, he'd let you two braid his hair)

like the rest of the SBI, he gave you a piece of golden jewelry, for you it was a small earing

Your relationship with Tommy

I'll be honest: Tommy didn't really like you at first

He was glad to not be the youngest but he didn't realize that he'd get less attention due to you being a baby

they still loved him of course, but Tommy couldn't help but feel jealous when Dadza helped you make your own room or when Wilbur took you on their trips to town or when you'd always be carried by Wil or dad or when Techno started training you before him ect

he'd always try to ignore you or glare angrily and naturally, you reciprocated the behaviour and thus you two always had a sort of rivalry

he'd call you names, yank your ears, tail or whiskers and in turn, you'd call him names, steal his stuff and sometimes bit him if he pulled too hard

But then, one day:

You were 10 and sitting by yourself on the swings in the park. Barely anyone else was there and you were doing your own thing. It was one of the rare opportunities when you could be alone. I mean, you did love your family and all but it was nice to have some alone time too. You were minding your own business when suddenly:

"Hey are you a doll?"

A little kid had just picked you up by your waist and you were frankly very startled. You started wiggling, trying to get out of the kid's grasp but it was too tight.

"You're a very weird doll"

The kid held you tighter and you squealed out for help.

"I'm not a doll! Let me go!!"

The child gasps "A talking doll! Mama, mama! Look, a talking doll! Can I keep it please?" they called their mother over

A woman strides over and looked down while you were trying to get out of there. She gasps in horror and shrieks

"A RAT! A RAT! THROW IT AWAY AT ONCE BILLY! IT HAS THE PLAGUE! GET IT AWAY!!"

She then snatched you out of her child's sticky hands and threw you at full force into the mud.

"GET BACK YOU VERMIN! GET AWAY! RETURN TO THE MURKY SWAMP WHERE YOU CAME FROM!" She screeched while you were trying to process what just happened and collect yourself.

All of a sudden, you heard a very angry yet familiar voice from the bushes

"OI! NO ONE GETS TO PUSH MY SIBLINGS INTO THE MUD BUT ME!!"

He then pounced and shoved the prick and her brat into the mud.

"AHHHH YOU INSOLENT BRAT! HOW DARE YOU!"

Without warning, she grabbed Tommy and tried to trip him over him but before she could, you sneaked up behind her and bit down hard on one of her legs. Tommy then grabbed you and booked it out of there with the screeches of the witch behind you.

Once you two made it back home, you started to clean yourself up when Tommy handed a towel to you. He said nothing and looked away but the gesture was all it needed. The both of you were silent but a mutual care about each other started to grow that day.

it took a while but you two soon became thick as thieves

he even introduced you to Tubbo later on!

You and Tubbo relate to each other on the fact that you were both often underestimated and your shorter heights compared to everyone else.

Life in the smp

you decided to follow Wilbur and Tommy when the left home and promised to write to your dad and older brother

by now, you were as tall as you could be and could defend yourself reasonably well

you, Tommy and Tubbo absolutely cause chaos together. I mean the rat, the racoon and the goat? Who makes better thieves than that?

You definetely participated in the disc wars, stealing Tommy's discs back from Dream whenever you could

During the L'Manberg era, you decided to join your brothers' country and became good friends with the rest of the L'Manberg members. You had a little uniform and everything, you helped to plant flowers and decorate around the country since it was a bit hard to place down blocks.

L'Manberg really felt like a second home and a second family for you even with the constant battles, you still had each other and that was enough.

Then you and everyone else lost your first lives during Eret's betrayal and Tommy had to give up his discs (you wanted to steal them back but Tommy told you that it was ok and they'd find another way) but hey, at least you guys were independent now...right?

Then the elections happened. You were sure your brothers would win until the votes were revealed. They were banned from the country and you desperately scurried after them, trying not to get trampled in the angry mob

You helped them set up Pogtopia and that's when Wilbur decided to give you a job.

With all things considered, you were arguably one of the best spies on the server: You were tiny and hard to spot, you can hide in places no one would think to look, you were fast, agile and hard to catch, you have a far more superior sense of hearing and smelling and can therefore sense if anyone's coming much easier, and you can communicate with rodents; one of the most common and unsuspecting animals.

Therefore, Wilbur gave you and Tubbo the job of spying on Schlatt and Manberg. Tubbo would pretend to be on their side and you would eavesdrop from the shadows.

You should've been more wary of Wil's behaviour, he looked like he was loosing it but still wanting to help your brother, you accepted the job and spied on Manberg, giving Pogtopia info when you could.

Techno came to help and you thought that it would be alright from now on...then the red festival happened. Tubbo gave his speech while you watched from behind the curtains. Then he was boxed up and you could only watch in horror as Techno walked to the stage to execute your best friend.

You thought it couldn't get any worse when someone grabbed you from behind and took you to the stage. JSchlatt held you by the neck and learned that you were the spy sneaking info all along. And before you knew it, he squeezed your throat and you died from suffocation on stage.

Wilbur couldn't look you in the eyes after that and you were told that Techno shot a firework at Schlatt cause 'it wasn't part of the deal'

After the final battle, you couldn't be happier. You were celebrating with all your friends and looking for Wilbur before the ground shook and everything exploded.

You lost half your tail and parts of your left ear that day. But that loss couldn't compare to the loss of your brother, dead in your father's arms

You tried your best to return to normal and just when you started to recover, Tommy was exiled. You followed him to Logstedshire and tried to stand up for him against Dream but he was too strong.

Tommy convinced you to leave him and that he'd be ok and you naively believed him.

When Techno took him in, you followed him and couldn't be happier; your family was back together!...well most of them.

Then doomsday happened. Techno didn't tell you his plans and you were in shock as to why he would blow up L'Manberg now.

He then told you about the execution. That while you were with Tommy in exile, he was going to be executed by the butcher army. That news shook you to the core but you couldn't think straight with your second home being blown to smitherines again.

Afterwards, you decided to take a break from society and ran away to live by yourself in a small home you built in the woods for some time to recover.

Tommy would visit sometimes and told you about the hotel he was building with Sam Nook, Tubbo visited when he could, he even brought Ranboo with him once and told you about their son Michael. Philza visited once, he told you that Techno was doing alright but just hasn't found the time to visit. You didn't answer when he knocked on the door.

(Sorry if the end sounds rushed, its because it is. I just didn't know what to do about the rest of the extensive lore but let me know if you'd like more of these x reader stuff, only platonic though. Anyways, until next time my lovely marshiemellows!)

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amyelevenn · 2 years

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Christmas

PAIRING; c!SBI x gn!reader

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

WARNINGS; graphic description of blood and injury, light angst

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or death.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just make it to the house, you thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a fun way to wake up.

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

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itsjustnobody0 · 2 years

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Chapter 5.

Hi guys!! Nobody here! Hope your all good and welcome to part 5 of my fan fiction. It’s about to get interesting!!! If I haven’t hit you guys with enough drama yet this is going to knock you off your feet completely! If you haven’t seen the drama in the last chapters here is the links to go catch up on it:

Chapter 1- https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/itsjustnobody0/693832797859856384?source=share

Chapter 2- https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/itsjustnobody0/693832797859856384?source=share

Chapter 3- https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/itsjustnobody0/693835729264082944?source=share

Chapter 4- https://at.tumblr.com/itsjustnobody0/chapter-4-hi-guys-and-welcome-back-i-hope-your/lbq8794dbbp8

So hopefully your all caught up! I haven’t posted in a while and I’m not feeling the best mentally but I had most of this chapter done anyway. I only write a few lines today the rest has been written for forever so I kinda forgot what direction it’s going in. Enjoy guysss!!

TW for chapter 5-

Alcohol

Dilated Pupils

Blood

Passing out

Beatings

Basements

Sharp knife

Kicking

Stabbing

All of these are briefly mentioned some not even the word, I just put them on in case. They probably won’t even trigger people who get triggered by them but just in case. Enjoy!!

Ranboo set his laptop down and logged in. I grabbed the memory stick out of my pocket, I had grabbed it after I saw Jack. I took a deep breath and plugged it in. All the videos and pictures loaded onto the screen. We clicked on the first one and saw me in a park. I was on the red and black swing, laughing while my dad pushed me. It was kinda cute, it was definitely not how I remembered my dad. We clicked the arrow and saw me with a rucksack with books in holding someone’s hand. You couldn’t see who it was. Then we clicked the arrow and found a video. We turned the sound to midway and pressed play.

The camera pointed at my dad, he wore a stained, white, tank top and his hair was messy, pupils dilated. He held a belt in his hand and he looked angry. I could here my mother laughing behind the camera, it was shacking slightly as she did. The camera then turned to what looked like a 7 year old me on the floor crying.

“GET UP YOU LITTLE BITCH.” My father shouted. I cried some more as I pulled myself up off the ground. I was shaky and unstable and I was bleeding all along my back. My dad whipped me again and again around my back making it bleed and go red. I wasn’t wearing a shirt just underwear.

I stared in shock at the computer screen, I had forgotten about them filming that. They normally only filmed the bad beatings but that was one of the first ones so I guess they wanted it for future reference. I didn’t dare look either side of me at the two boys sitting next to me. I pulled my hand towards the computer and clicked the arrow again, it was another video. I clicked play.

It was in the same room again, a basement type thing. That was where I was locked most of my life. I was a bit older this time, around ten, a year before I ended up on the streets. My father was holding a sharp knife in his right hand.

“Now, now, you little bitch. What should I draw today?” He rhetorically asked me. Of course, the condition I was in I wasn’t fit to answer anyway. My mother was once again, cackling behind the camera like the witch she was.

“I don’t feel very arty today so maybe some basic patterns. Some long lasting scars.” He pondered what he was going to do. He brought the knife to my bruised, agitated skin. He stabbed it quiet far into my back, then he dragged it in a wonky line down it. My screams pierced the air, they were super loud. My dad joined in with my mothers laughing. I soon passed out from blood loss and pain. The video ended with my father kicking my in the head, hard.

I felt both of the boys staring at me. I looked at each of them a bit nervous about what they were thinking at me. They looked sorry for me but also shocked. They probably weren’t expecting to see what they just saw but then again neither did I.

“You know what, how about that movie?” I asked them. They both quickly nodded. I took my memory stick out and placed it back into my pocket. We got on Netflix and we put on the basketball diaries and relaxed watching the movie.

(yes I know that isn’t on Netflix anymore but it’s my favourite movie so deal with it)

Eventually the movie finished and my eyes were getting heavy. I looked at the other two boys and they looked wide awake.

“What time is it?” I asked

“Almost ten o’clock.” Tubbo told me

“Oh it’s not even that late.” I mumbled

“Are you tired?” Ranboo asked me

“No not at all.” I said in the strongest voice I could master. I heard them chuckle at me.

“Heyyy. Don’t laugh at me.” I said grumpily

“Go to sleep.” Tubbo laughed.

“Well if you insist.” I nodded.

Soon after I fell asleep leaning against someone.

That night I had nightmares. Bad ones. They were all of the place. And of my parents. Memories of them beating me. Scarfing me for life, both mentally and physically. They were horrible and vivid nightmares as if I was really back there.

I was sitting in a ball on the floor, screaming loudly. I was crying, my salty tears streaming down my bruised face. I knew what was coming next, my father hovered over me holding the sharp knife, the one he used to torture me. He yanked me up by the neck, holding my off the ground slightly. I kicked and thrashed my feat in hope that he would drop me. He threw me against the wall hard, I landed on the floor with a loud thud. I couldn’t move very well, all I could do was scream and cry.

“STAND UP!” He screamed at me. I knew better then to ever disobey him so I did what he asked. I used the wall to pull myself up and face him. He looked at my with disgust. I looked down at his feet, afraid to look at him.

“LOK AT ME! NOW!” He shouted. I quickly moved my head to look at his face, it was contorted in anger. I wasn’t sure what I had actually done but my father liked to punish me for a lot of things.

He walked towards me and I tried not to whimper away. He raised his fist and punished me hard in the head. My lip busted open and I could feel the blood dribbling down my chin and neck. I looked at him again because if I didn’t it would get worse. He raised the life at me and pushed me against the wall. He held me there and put the knife up to my head. He dragged it down, making a jagged scar over my eye. It hurt so much and I tried to get away, not caring what he would do to me. Me trying to do that was a mistake, when he got to my eye he pushed the knife in. I could feel the cool blade inside my eyeball. It was so horrible and it hurt so much. At first all I could see was red out of my one eye, and then black. I was screaming and crying so much that I didn’t notice that until he dropped me. I closed my eyes and hoped this wasn’t real, I hope that not of this had happened, but it had. I opened my eyes and looked around, I couldn’t see anything, this made me cry even more, my own father had made me go blind. That was the day I knew I had to escape, that was the day I realised that anywhere was better then there.

I woke up in the middle of the night sweating and tears streaming down my face. I quickly wiped them away, I hated crying so much. I sat up and turned the lights on. I saw that I was in my own room somebody must have taken me back there. I didn’t dare go back to sleep that night.

I went to the window I had climbed out two days ago and looked out of it. I opened it and looked up. The drain I had recently climbed down was also available to climb up. I swung myself onto the windowsill and grabbed the drain. I pulled my weight over to the drain and climbed up, it was surprisingly easy to climb up. I got onto the roof, it was a red slate kinda roof, not very slippy, but also not easy to keep your balance. I slowly stood up and walked further up the roof. It was sloped a bit but not enough to make it impossible to walk on. I’m sat down and watched the sun rise, it was very beautiful. I sighed thinking about everything that had happened in the last week, it was hard to process. I missed the streets and I wanted to get back to them but I didn’t want to leave here that bad. I had made two friends, even though they probably thought I was annoying. The food here was nice enough, and I had a place to sleep. The rules were a bit shit but I could bend them enough. It wasn’t if they would kick me out, it would put me back to the start and after all the effort they had put themselves through to get me here it wasn’t worth just kicking me out again.

Soon after I heard noise from inside the house, meaning people were finally up. I climbed down from the roof and back into my room. It was starting to get messy, I made a mental note that I had to tidy it later. I put my coat and beanie on over the joggers and T-shirt I was wearing. I walked downstairs and saw Niki cooking something.

“What you making?” I asked loudly

“Pancakes.” She smiled at me. I gave her a half smile back.

“Can I have one please?” I asked politely

“Of course you can Y/n!” She answered

“Thank you.” I smiled properly this time.

I decided to watch her mix everything, it looked very confusing but also fun. She was humming something as she worked, the thing she was humming sounded familiar, like I’d heard it somewhere. Before I knew it I was singing along. I didn’t know the name of the song but I’d heard it when I was younger, it was comforting to hear something familiar. We laughed and sing together and just had a good time, I was enjoying myself and before I knew it my pancake was done.

I could only have one as I hadn’t been eating much for the last few years and I didn’t want to be sick but I enjoyed it so much. Niki’s baking was so good and she was a talented baker.

“Can you teach me how to do that?” I asked gesturing at the ingredients.

“Sure! Come here I’ll show you!”

#sleepy bois inc #sbi x reader #sleepy bois inc x reader #x reader #adoption au #sbi #philza #sleepy bois x reader #sbi adopt reader #reader insert #ranboo #niki nihachu #tubbo #tommyinnit #philza minecraft #wilbursoot #dream smp #technoblade

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Sour patch kids

C!benchtrio x gn!reader

Takes place during Pogtopia arc

“They’re the Sourpatch kids”

That’s yours guys’s nickname

You, Tommy, Ranboo, and Tubbo. You four where known as the sour patch kids around the SMP, where ever you four walked, chaos followed.

During Pogtopia you four where closer than ever, well- more like three. Ranboo never liked the idea of choosing sides, he chose people over everything so getting him to stick with you guys in the Ravine was troubling, but that wouldn’t stop the frequent visits that would last hours! Hell even some days!

It was a gloomy day, the clouds gloomed blocking the sun and instead shown rain, this was also one of the days The Beloved Ranboo stayed in the Ravine causing chaos with the other three children- well more like Tommy and Y/n who would cause chaos, sometimes Tubbo would join.

Luckily no one was needed in Shlatts office, that ment pure preparation. And by that I mean, Potato farming, Weapon creation, and Armour creation.

“Smell ya later losers!” Tubbo shouted at the chasing three “Who the fuck says that anymore?!” Y/n retorted with a confused glare, They where the most chill of the group, the kinda ‘I just go with the flow but know where to have my input’ kinda person, but even though they where pretty chill it didn’t stop the pure chaos the held.

Currently the four of them + Techno where sent out to collect “Blazerods, Netherite, and enderpearls.” Ranboo called out reading the list Niki and Wilbur wrote down.

Technoblade had eventually left the four to fend for themselves as their troublesome cause one-to-many headaches, so he left them like any other good ‘big brother’ would.

“Let’s get the Blazerods first, Techno said he’d handle the Netherite.” Tubbo called gathering collective nods to his statement, and with that the four headed to the Fortress to achieve their first item.

“WAAH THAT WAS TOO CLOSE” Tommy screamed to the fire that was just inches away from burning him, Y/n ran in ad they sliced down hitting the blaze perfectly to achieve 2 blaze rods, “That’s 17” the Monotonly mumbled throwing the rods to Ranboo who held them collectively.

Tubbo was quick to double back slicing one Blaze upward and moving on to another which was readying a fireball towards him, luckily Y/n was there to save him, shoving their Enchanted Netherite sword into the blaze, cutting off the attack that was about to commence. “21.” Y/n Smiled

Now collecting pearls wasn’t much easier

Especially when you have a Enderman with you.

Luckily you four ran into Technoblade who was just moving onto another area, Tommy explained to him on how they need to abandon Ranboo to slay endermen. Techno was ok with taking the Hybrid with him aslong was no trouble followed. And with that it was just you with Tommy and Tubbo.

A small one block indent was made into the ground, with a hovering roof, of course a gap to attract enderman, this was perfect cause you could attract and kill! Perfect- well that’s how it WAS supposed to be, until you got into a little predicament

“This was smart Tommy!” Tubbo complimented Tommy’s plan to kill the endermen “I know.” He simply replied with a smug smirk “I don’t know if I should let you be a Narcissistic bitch or make you shut up..” Y/n dead panned “HEY DONT CALL BE THAT BITCH!” Tommy yelled earning a annoyed eye roll.

“I’m gonna go attract more endermen” You called crawling out of the trench.

Wandering around trying to find the Purple eyed monsters, you more or less met eyes with a boar, well- a Hoglin.. In to which it hated people who didn’t wear the signature gold armour, and to your distaste no gold was found on your figure, a loud roar was heard from the beast catching the attention of the to boys who where fighting over the stupidest shit.

“Fuuuuck mee..” you mumbled before the Hoglin came charging at you with an astonishing speed catching your dodge and smashing you up against a tree. That didn’t block your agitated sound as you felt a rough a sharp pain enter your abdomen and a Metallic taste filled your mouth, now when I mentioned the two boys they recognized the loud roar the erupted the beast

So now wandering through the forest- more like running they found your- hurt- fragile state as for some reason the boat left you to die “Y/n!” Tommy and Tubbo shouted picking you up to hold you up, your arms instinctively wrapped around their shoulders as you greeted your friends.

“OMG Y/N ARE YOU OK WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU HURT!?” Niki screamed when she saw you limping with your S/c arms wrapped around your best friends shoulders.

“Yeah.- just took a little hit- nothing much..” you laughed as you tried to ignore the constant stabbing pain that you felt everytime you spoke up. You where put down on a seat with Wilbur coming to you, handing Niki medical bag, she was quick to check your wounds as the other three kids surrounded you with worry repelling off of them.

“…guys don’t worry. It’s just a scratch.”

“BITCH YOU GOT STABBED”

“I was worried, Y/n!”

“Watching you get back with a wound worries me Y/n..”

“They really are the Sour Patch kids.”

Sorry it’s actually so shitty and messy, I haven’t wrote anything in along time lmao..

#dsmp fanfic #dsmp x reader #dsmp ranboo #ranboo #tommyinnit #sbi #tubbo my beloved #reader insert

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victoria1676 · 2 years

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Hi! I'm new to Tumblr and I absolutely FRIGGIN LOVE your dream smp x Genshin Impact reader Insert crossover!!

I was just wondering... Imagine what happens if the reader introduces redstone to the acolytes?? Like, the reader makes (Mumbo Jumbo) complicated redstone machines and the acolytes are trying to figure out how it works??

Hello and welcome to tumble!! XD ALSO THANK YOU BUT This crossover is a SAGAU or a Self Aware Genshin Impact Au story that is crossover with The Dream SMP reader who is from the SBI family XD

Reader would definitely make alot complicated redstone machine types or build in the SAGAU Soft Au that I am still working on but is more focused on my SAGAU Imposter Au/Villain au XD however I will also upload the soft Au it's just I'm currently busy with school TwT

Anyways a little bit spoiler about reader is that she used to work or be in the hermitcraft server before permanentally staying in the Dream SMP server so she does have a thing or two with redstone ^^

Sam also helps her as well on redstone ideas since she isn't in the hermitcraft server anymore TwT

As for Acolytes I can say she doesn't trust any of them to use her build in the soft Au except Rubedo or maybe Aether but so far I can say is that Rubedo is mostly her redstone buddy when she is working in traps and other stuff in genshin XD

Why she doesn't let any of them touch it?

Let's just say some of them accidentally broke it without her or Rubedo knowing and both are not happy once they learn who the culprit is.

So reader will probably ban almost all the acolytes in touching her Redstone stuff until she finds them okay with her builds 😂😂😂

#genshin impact self aware #genshin self aware #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin sagau #self aware au #genshin self aware au #genshin impact x dream smp crossover #sagau dsmp reader #rubedo #sagau x dream smp #sagau x sbi #sagau x dsmp #genshin au #genshin cult au #genshin x dsmp reader #genshin impact x dsmp #genshin impact x minecraft crossover

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unminecraftsyourfic · 2 years

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The Chocolate Scale, A Citrus Scale For Dark Characterization

If you've been in fandom spaces for any significant amount of time, then you probably have heard about the citrus scale in passing. Or more accurately, you probably know about the infamous lemons. When we talk about "old fandom" one of the first things people tend to think about are lemons. However, lemons were actually one piece of a four part scale used to indicate how nsfw a fic got. Most people only know about lemons (and a select few might be familiar with limes), but as mentioned it was part of a four point scale. This scale consisted of orange, lime, lemon, and finally grapefruit.

Tagging was nowhere near as effective in the days of ye old fandom, so the citrus scale as a quick and easy way of communicating to readers the nature of your fic. It also served a dual purpose of protecting the author in a time when adult content was being pushed out of fandom spaces (and arguably it still is). The citrus scale was really useful though, because it set the expectations of the readers ahead of time.

Recently we've seen the emergence of dark characterization. In the MCYT spaces for example we've seen the emergence of Dark SBI. Fics like these are fun to play with as they allow authors to explore heavier themes and unique settings. But much like with early day nsfw, you never quite know what you're getting into when you click on a fic with dark characterization. There's a scale of just how "dark" things get, and it isn't always easily communicated when you first glance at the tags. So we here at UYF created sometime to help us when we discus fics and we'd like to share it with all of you, The Chocolate Scale!

White Chocolate

White chocolate is the lightest end of the spectrum to a degree it almost doesn't count as dark characterization. Maybe it's just one or two unhealthy character traits that make you quirk an eyebrow, but otherwise you wouldn't ask too many questions. Fics that have "dark (insert character) except not really" usually fall somewhere between this and milk chocolate. White chocolate fics make for a really good starting point though, as they begin to establish some of the consistent running themes found in dark characterization without throwing you in the deep end.

Milk Chocolate

Arguably the most common form of dark characterization, milk chocolate in some senses could be considered the standard. The character might act in way that are questionable but ultimately they're still able to forge healthy relationships with other characters by the end of the fic. You can find a lot of good examples under the vampire or fae tags since often the moral of these characters don't line up with typical human morals. One of the most common traits you'll see in a milk chocolate fic is possessiveness. Occasionally you'll see some works start to veer towards the heavier end of things, such as fics where one character is turned into a vampire without consent a la forced adoption, but overall the content doesn't raise too many ethical questions long term.

Dark Chocolate

This is where you start getting the actual dark characterization. Dark chocolate is characterized by the fact that more often than not this relationship isn't going to be healthy. Possessiveness and control issues go hand in hand with dark chocolate. Most of these fics will have an underlying sense of psychological manipulation and endings might be bittersweet depending on whether the nondark character is able to escape the dark characters or not. That being said, there's still room for a happy ending even if the characters still end up together. Sometimes the dark characters learn how to tone it down and slip into the milk chocolate range. Sometimes (even if it's not quite healthy), the nondark character learns to love the dark character regardless. These fics aren't meant to be healthy though, they're meant to be fantasy.

Bakers Chocolate

You ever try bakers chocolate before? It is easily one of the most disgusting things I've ever tried in my life. It's made worse by the fact it's supposed to be chocolate. It is bitter and uncomfortable where it's supposed to be sweet and that's what make it all the worse. It feels like a betrayal. Bakers chocolate characterizations follow a similar theme. While dark chocolate might try to make itself subtle, bakers chocolate is upfront with the fact that the relationships found between characters are probably abuse. It's written with the intention of being an assault to the senses, and more often than not the bakers chocolate characters are cast as villains. The nondark character either gets away from them or there is no happy ending.

Characterization vs. Plot

Keep in mind that the chocolate scale is for dark characterization, not over all plot points. A perfect example of this is Oh, These Blood Stained Hands of Mine by deathcapshrew. The first chapter is a nightmare. Your first assumption is that Dream is going to be a milk chocolate character if not an outright dark chocolate character. But he's not. The tags might express darker themes, but in terms of characterization, we can see how much the situation is one that he's not especially happy with. Sometimes it can be hard to tell where one stops and the other begins, but when using the chocolate scale it's important to understand the difference between the fic as a whole and it's tags vs the characterization of specific individuals.

#uyf mod tubbo #chocolate scale #dark characterization #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fic writing

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theeyoungalabastor · 1 year

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DSMP MASTERLIST!

Tommyinnit

None as of currently, check back later!

Tubbo

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Ranboo

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Purpled

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Fundy

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Wilbur/ghostbur(rev)

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Niki

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Eret

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Foolish

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Aimsey

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Dream (XD)

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George

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Sapnap

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Badboyhalo

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Skeppy

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Karl Jacobs

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Quackity

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Slimcicle

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Ponk

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Awesamdude

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Puffy

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Technoblade

Technoblade And His Apprentice: The shattered Totem- Kill, or be Killed (Part 1)

>Hybrid Technoblade x Bear Hybrid Reader (Platonic)

>Warnings: Blood, Death, descriptive but mild gore, fluff, explosions, murder, freezing, manipulation,

>Status: Platonic, angst, fluff, (Technoblade see's (Y/n) as a close friend)

>Pronouns used: They/Them

>Word count: 7,306 (7k)

>Page Count: 21.4

Technoblade And His Apprentice: The Shattered Totem- Kill, or be Killed (Part 2) (Fin)

>Hybrid Technoblade x Bear Hybrid Reader (Platonic)

>Warnings: Blood, Death, descriptive but mild gore, fluff, explosions, murder, freezing, manipulation, Character death

>Status: Platonic, angst, fluff, (Technoblade see's (Y/n) as a close friend)

>Pronouns used: They/Them

>Word count: 7,306 (7k)

>Page Count: 21.4

Summary: Having been included with the aid of destroying L'Manberg with Technoblade both the Piglin man and dear reader soon become the main target for a certain quartet. Nailing wanted posters to the wooden poles around New L'Manberg the ensemble set off with the intent of having the duo pay for their crimes. Public Execution.

Technoblade fanart

Philza

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Jackmanifold

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Fanfictions:

The Weeping Willow Waltz

''loneliness is a language you have yet to learn dear child, but it is sadly one that I speak quite fluently.'' The fuchsia haired male quoted softly, stern intimidating act crumbling under the teens firm gaze that had been picking endlessly at the titanium walls he had built around his heart. "And I hope one day, you will never experience the pain of anguish as I have felt."

Disclaimer: I do not own the Dream Smp at all. This story is for entertainment only and I will try and make it as respectful as humanly possible. This does not follow the DSMP timeline but lore will be hinted here and there! sbi, hybrids, fantasy, adventure, action ) this story was encouraged by the story Passerine by Thcscus. (Please check it out its so good!) (COVER ART IS MINE PLEASE REQUEST PERMISION IF USE IS WANTED)

OC insert

WARNINGS: adventure, angst, battle, death, dsmp, entertainment, fanficion, fantasy, humor,

Chapters: Authors Note Before We Begin, Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

SEE THIS PAGE FOR MORE INFORMATION ON HOW TO REQUEST AND GUIDELINES, IT IS VERY APPRECIATED AND HELPS THE CREATOR TO GET THINGS DONE MORE FLUENTLY!

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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Is it too much to ask to find some fantasy feeling SBI fics that just happen to have a reader insert. You know the ones. Where everything's all homey and there's not a single romantic relationship. Just chaos and a family of weirdos

#sardonic rambles

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bonesandthebees · 2 years

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5 and 6 for stars. And then 50.

(yes, this is totally a free invite to ramble. Have fun with it.)

-🌲

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

honestly for all the worldbuilding stuff I've done with stars you'd think my answer to this would be something like "I wish people would ask me about the economic state of the galaxy-" no. I wish people would ask me about the outfits more. I have a whole ass pinterest board of fits for stars bc fashion is one of my favorite things and I LOVE coming up with outfits to imagine all the stars characters in

anyway the question i'll answer is "do you have any pictures of the stuff people wear in stars" and i'll answer it with two pics

this is what Puffy wears. you see how there's a slight iridescent element to the fabric?? that's why I describe the guard uniforms as shimmering. Puffy wears this, and all the other guards wear the same thing except with pants instead of a skirt.

the coat wilbur wears on zephys iv is basically this but it's actually a full button up type thing. very pretty shade of blue with nice embroidery

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

oh i've definitely answered asks like this for stars before. I'd say there's not much I haven't had a chance to talk about in stars that I haven't already talked about here on tumblr? If I had to think of something it would be that the reason Themis gets away with being super closed off is because everyone is terrified of them thanks to their usage of their Voice. when you have a planet full of people who can literally control others just by speaking to them?? you don't fuck with them. Themis is respected and feared and they just keep themselves out of conflict

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

ok I'll answer #1 bc I think it's fun: What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

to introduce someone to my fics, if they were looking for something not insanely long I would recommend under the brine I think? it's got a full plot with a very cool mystery at the heart of it, I'm very proud of the atmosphere I achieved, but it's not so long that it seems daunting to start. I think it captures the way I write wilbur extremely well, and also crimeboys as a whole. the dynamics between sbi in general in that fic are super interesting, so I think that one is a good starting point for new readers (if they like horror). now if it's my long fics obviously I'm gonna say clinic. I just know that the length of that one can be intimidating for a lot of people lol

thank you for the questions spruce!!!

ask game!

#ask #spruce anon #ask game

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desastre-gay · 1 year

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Welcome !

I'm desastre_gay but you can call me Atlas, a writer (very part time) who likes found family :]

Not writing for sbi

masterlist is here!

All my socials are under the user desastre_gay (and links are on my carrd), including my ao3, so you can check that out as I'll most likely post fics there first!

I'm welcome to suggestions and possibly requests.

I only ask that you respect my boundaries:

Anything sexual is a no go.

Nothing romantic between characters I establish to act as family.

Reader/ OC inserts aren't really my thing but if I'm very inspired or there's an interesting OC I may give it a go, just ask !

I'm not looking for constructive criticism about my writing skills so unless it's a spelling mistake please don't point anything out.

Don't make anything platonic weird.

#masterpost #blog intro #fanfiction writer #found family #boundaries #our flag means fanfic #ofmd

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enneamage · 6 months

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idk if you take asks on like old things but i was thinking about the sfw fic thing and wanted to throw my two cents in. i will try my best to stay coherent throughout this but it is quite literally the middle of the night

disclaimer/content warning: i don’t really go into any detail but i do talk about poppy fanfiction in a broad sense

(further disclaimer: i read (past tense) a lot of poppy fic and lurked on poppytwt (i never interacted beyond following people and i also have thoughts™️ on it but that’s for another time) so most of my thoughts on like the sfw fanfic is intrenched in poppy fic as well. also i really struggle with getting my thoughts down as words so this is kind of i was thinking about this for a while then wrote it down so any random threads is because of that)

i think poppy fics (to an extent) can be seen as an interesting kind of distillation of the fandoms portrayal of sbi. like i just can’t help but think there’s a connection in poppy fics having tommy be like subby and normal fics portrayal of him being basically the same just without the overt wording or sexual content. like it was really weird reading a normal fic and just thinking yeah this is basically a poppy fic like this is barely a step removed from full shipping. i think that’s what drew me away from crimeboys so much. i never liked it really as a ship and 95% of the normal platonic fics read shippy. like it was always very they are each others most important person ever and they (usually specifically wilbur) are insanely possessive over the other. and it’s like that’s just ship that’s just a normal ship trope and it doesn’t become platonic just because you say it is. idk i have like so many more thoughts on this like topic in general but i think that’s the most coherent i’m getting with them for now.

>Poppy lurker

>Not a Tombur enjoyer

Must have been an upstream battle on Poppy and main, honestly.

I think that Tommy being on the recieving end of a lot of attention was important in either form, one is just a lot more crude and direct about it. I gave my power rant in my first post about all this but a smaller version of it also exists in less intense fic, where he's been put at the center of attention and emotion from all of the 'family' members in some form, depending on what their appeal/image is to the writer. There's something to be said for the blurry line between viewer/reader and protag when it came to the way people treated c!Tommy as well, he was head self-insert for a reason.

On the romantic note, I tried my hand at a few of the bigger name fics out there when I was poking around, but after a while I figured I saw what I needed to see and didn't need to finish them off to know what happened here. (I made it to about chapter 5 in Clinic, but by two dates and a covert coffee shop AU I knew what OP had done and didn't need to see too much more.) With those being treated as a gold standard, it makes sense how things snowballed.

Tombur was the law of the land more than most people will have the nerve to admit. Their relationship took front and center for a lot of people, as you said, and that level of single-mindedness does come off some type of way after a while. Again there's the self-awareness problem, and I don't want to be a complete nut and accuse everyone across the board, but it's hard for people to be honest with themselves under the moral rules of the fandom so I've come to lean on the suspicious side since people had so many reasons to blur the lines.

#the sfw fic situation tag #poppy warn #cw: sexualization of a minor #I'm going to assume you mean you had a thing for the bench boys and were looking at standard thirst tweets among other things

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onlyehpos · 2 years

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Hello, I write short stories!

This is only a side hobby of mine, so there may be mistakes and quality may not be consistent, but I try my very best! I may not be writing for the next few weeks as of school and other events, but I will be posting past works in the meanwhile.

If you're wondering what kind of stuff I write,

I dabble in dsmp aus, namely short reader inserts

Writing prompts, which I may post, knowing I will most likely not enact on writing these prompts, but a request is a request, if you get what I'm saying,,,

Random aus involving cs/ccs who are a part of the dsmp, e.g. an au in which SBI tours countries with the highest Twitch viewing statistics, making friends along the way

School projects (I am currently working on an alternate ending to Macbeth)

Other short stories

Poetry

Please be warned!!

I can write fluff and wholesome plots, but specialise in angst, descriptive gore, character death, malicious otherworldly beings, insanity, suicide, and other dark themes. I will be putting umbrella TWs at the beginning of pieces, but will not go into specifics as of spoilers, so please be careful!

About me and other stuff:

Writing will be of much better quality than the above, this is just an introduction and I'm a perfectionist lmao

I will not disclose my age, ethnicity, appearance, etc, but I will tell you that I am Australian, a minor, and am on the ace, aro, and genderfluid spectrums :)

I will not write sexual themes, it makes me uncomfortable and so I will not be touching it.

Feel free to ask or tell me anything! Be that story requests, stuff about me, or just telling me about your day, please interact!! Even if you think its a stupid question or your request will not be acknowledged, there's no harm in asking!

All pronouns, but if you're indecisive, they/them please :)

I will most likely also post any nice sunset pics I take, bc why not?

I am such a mellow person, and I wish I wasn't cuz it makes me a huge pushover, but it means you can say absolutely anything to me and I won't get grrrrr or upset or anything like that, so feel free to vent, my dms are always open :)

Uploads will not be consistent. As stated earlier, this is a hobby of mine, and I thought I would share my creations. School, work, and life in general may put pieces on hold indefinitely, sometimes those pieces are never picked back up.

If you need help with assignments and schoolwork, ASK ME!!!! I've never gotten below 90% in an assessment and love to help, so please ask when in need!

I might add into this later, there were about three other points I had in mind but I forgot them lol

#fanfiction #tw death #fanfics #dsmp #dsmp au #writing #my writing #idk anymore #nyooom

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amyelevenn · 2 years

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muddy days

PAIRING; c!SBI x gn!reader

SUMMARY; request - platonic Technoblade, where he's trying to maybe give gardening lessons to everyone but someone (maybe Tommy/Wilbur/idk) start a mud fight? Just something fluffy and entertaining, I just enjoy reading about Techno trying to gives lessons of any kind 😁 Phil needs to go do some things, leaving Techno in charge of his siblings - one thing leads to another and a mud fight breaks out (ages: Techno & Wilbur - twins - 16, you - 9 (also called Clymene), Tommy - 7 (Also called Theseus))

WARNINGS; none

A/N; ahhhh adorable request !!! had fun writing this as I barely write fluff :))

1.3k words - M.LIST

The past week had been rain, rain, and you guessed it – more rain. Mother nature took no break, deciding it best to have it pour non-stop for 6 straight days. Some hours were heavier than others, yet it never varied past a light shower.

The weather was so bad that if it were human you would have no choice but to assume they were miserable.

Miserable. The perfect way Tommy and his siblings would describe this forecast. You were all sick and tired of being locked up inside, to the point where Wilbur got so antsy that he pulled his two younger siblings out with him to play in the rain. Yeah, it did result in a scolding from his father, but all three knew the short time outside was worth more than their money.

After yet another night of seemingly endless rain, dawn broke when the down pour finally eased. It drizzled for a little while longer, but came to a proper end by the time the sun was comfortably above the horizon.

Phil really wanted to take the chance to get out and do what he needed for supplies so his family could suffice, so that is exactly what he did. He was gone before his three youngest were awake, making a quick conversation with Techno to double check the hybrid remembered all of the household rules.

Techno was ecstatic that he would get to boss around his annoying siblings for the day, finally able to get the stuff he wanted done around the house. He knew that their home would look better than it ever had by the time Phil was back. (Because really, all he wanted was to make his dad proud.)

As the Minecraft kin awoke, Techno immediately informed them on what would be happening today – hastily promising it would be fun when he was met with three separates groans of distaste. You ate breakfast as per usual, then the hybrid sent you all off to do certain chores.

“Waaiitt,” Wilbur objected, “can’t we get dressed first? Surely you won’t deprive us of that.”

Techno shot him a glare, which his twin only shrugged off. “Fine,” he huffed, “but don’t wear anything good, we are going to do some gardening later.”

You and Tommy wailed in disapproval whilst Wilbur shook his head, clearly not happy with Phil’s decision.

the break for lunch came and passed sooner than any of you would’ve liked, and it wasn’t long after everyone had finished that Techno was dragging you all out the back door to start gardening. Once all eight gum boots had been slotted onto their respected feet, you raced Tommy down the stairs and to the shed. You were having a good day so far, so you let Tommy win. The smile on his face was much better than winning would’ve gotten you anyway.

As the mud squelches under foot, a brilliant idea forms in your head, and when you look up at Tommy, based on the glint in his eyes, you can tell he has the exact same idea.

The twins interrupt your ‘telepathic’ conversation with Tommy, scurrying into the shed to grab any necessary tools. The duo came back out, guiding you over to the veggie patch.

“Alright Theseus, Clymene, you two will plant whilst Wilby and I will weed,” Techno directed, ignoring the pointed scowl coming from his twin at the childish nickname.

“What are we planting Tech?” you ask.

“Uh- just some carrots and potatoes, nothing that exciting,” Wilbur interjects.

You and Tommy hum in approval, making quick work of grabbing the necessary seeds and running over to a separate veggie garden to be alone. As you hastily throw down your tools, Tommy looks up with the most wicked grin you had ever seen.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he smirks.

“That depends sir,” you giggle, attempting to hide your ever-growing smile. “Were you thinking about how fun mud can be to play with?”

“Yeah!”

“Good me too!”

The pair of you laugh, oblivious to the twins’ gaze on you. They could tell the two of you were up to no good, but were weirdly willing to let it all play out.

“Ok Toms I’ll move to the other side of the veggie patch so that way you can throw mud at me, but I will ‘accidentally’ duck so it hits Wilby in the face,” you snicker.

“Why do I have to throw?” Tommy whines.

“Why can’t you?”

“Techno likes you better so he won’t get mad if you do it.”

You think for a moment. “Good point. You move to the other side and I’ll throw okay?”

He nods, salutes, then crawls so he is opposite of you, his back turned to his brothers. You wait until Tommy is the only one with his eyes on you, then ready yourself.

“Get down,” you whisper, failing to contain your massive smile.

“MUD FIGHT!!” you screech, gathering the biggest clump of mud that you could muster and piffing it at Wilbur’s head. Unfortunately your aim isn’t exactly perfectly accurate – so instead of hitting the twin you aimed for, you may have hit the other.

For a hot minute, everything froze. You thought for sure this was how you were going to die – Technoblade killing you for something you misdirected. Wilbur’s pupils were blown wide – as were Tommy’s – at what had happened, both clearly unsure of what Techno’s reaction would be.

“Tech?” you gulp, fear running rampant through your veins. “I- I didn’t mean to hit you I was aiming for Wilby I promise-”

Your sentence got cut short because a big, gooey chunk of mud landed straight in between your eyes.

“Bullseye,” Techno smirks, already prepping himself to make Tommy his next target. Wilbur seemed to have a similar idea, glancing at his twin before launching his attack.

Wilbur’s mud pie hit Tommy in the back of the head, causing him to turn around and then be struck on the nose by Techno’s.

Multitudes of laughter echoed around the garden at the youngest’s double whammy, joy spreading like a contagious disease. You and the gang felt better than you had in over a week.

Yet when you noticed how clean Wilby was looking, you didn’t bother to resist the urge to push him over and into the mud. Running as fast as you could, you grinned as his own smile faltered, quickly realising what he was in for.

You cackled as he scrambled to his feet, screaming oh so loud. “Noooooo Clymene I’m your favourite! You wouldn’t dare!”

“Yes I would!” you cheered, chasing him in circles around the veggie patches.

You could hear Tommy shrieking in glee as he did the same thing to Techno, antagonizing the elders with you.

Adrenaline flourished throughout all four siblings as the chase continued for a while, the two younger beginning to tire out. The twins knew it to be only fair for them to slow down, meeting eyes for only a second as if in mutually agreement to let the youngin’s best them.

Hope sparks in both yours and Tommy’s chests as your pursuit was coming to an end. For you, all you had to do was stick your leg out for Wilbur to trip on, falling and landing face first into the ground – now coated head to toe in mud.

Tommy, on the other hand, had a bit more trouble bringing down the piglin. So, after lending him a hand up, you and Wilby decided to help him out.

With his twin holding his hands behind his back, Techno was stuck, rendered useless. Tommy and you had a field day smushing mud onto his face, smearing it on his neck and arms.

Despite how grimy and gross the twins felt about being saturated in dirt, both knew the pure happiness that shone from Clymene and Theseus was well worth everything that had happened.

And although he claims it was a waste of time, to this day it remains one of Technoblade’s fondest childhood memories.

#sbi x reader #sbi au #sleepy bois inc #technoblade #philza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #dsmp #x reader #reader insert #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #ameswrites #minecraft

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itsjustnobody0 · 2 years

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SBI x Reader Chapter 1

Hi and welcome! I’m Nobody. This is going to be a series of chapters, it’ll probably be quite long ngl as it’s a slow burn. It’s a SBI x reader! The first chapter is really short but it gets better and longer. I hope you enjoy! I’ll try post a new chapter every day!!

TW for chapter 1-

Nothing

Ok!! Enjoy!!

Well my story has certainly been an interesting one. Interesting enough for me to be here telling you this today. My name is Y/n L/n and I am 23 years old. My story started when I was just 13. It was 10 years ago, honestly I wish I could just forget all about it. My life is something I would think everybody woukd want to forget if they’re in my position. Sometimes I wonder why I am as unlucky as I am why nothing fortunate ever happened to me. Where is some good things

did happen to me but I never realised them at the time. Maybe if I could go back in time I would, Maybe have a change of her decisions I’ve made, or try to prevent certain events from happening to me. But I can’t go back in time and I can’t change the past no matter how much I wish I could. So I know you know about me here’s my story…

#sbi #sleepy bois inc #x reader #reader insert #slow burn #adoption au #chapter 1 #sleepy bois x reader #sbi x reader #sbi adopt reader

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ramzawrites · 3 years

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Idea: Chaotic Creeper Hybrid!Reader holding something, that can conduct electricity, up while a thunderstorm is happening. They’re just screaming "strike me down Zeus!" while panicked SBI is trying to stop them. Tommy probably cheering reader on?

Strike me down, Zeus! - Creeper!Hybrid!Reader and SBI

Pairings: none

Characters included: Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur, Tommy

Warnings: cursing

Series: a request :D

Summary: When Y/N ran out to get intentionally hit by lightning, of course their family runs after them to make sure they don’t die! Well, Tommy was excited to see if Y/N could indeed be charged up like a proper creeper seeing how they were a Creeper Hybrid, but that was just Tommy being Tommy. Philza, Wilbur and Techno though were very much intent on saving Y/N from their own stupidity.

Words count: 1365

Authors Note: Thanks for the request! It was fun writing something more lighthearted and shorter :D Would love some feedback on this one!

„Come on! Do it you coward!” Y/N frantically yelled out as they climbed up another hill, still holding firmly onto the trident.

The rain was making it a bit harder for their feet to find solid ground to climb but somehow, they managed to get on top of the hill. Their clothes wet and caked in mud, but they made it on top of the highest place around at least. Ignoring the worried and scared yells from their adopted family.

Well, everyone but one was worried. The youngest of the group was cheering them on. Throwing his fists in the air as he peeled his eyes for what might happen.

Philza opened his wings and jumped up into the air. Trying to get closer to Y/N but still making sure to stay away from them as they swayed around his trident.

“Give that back to me, kid!”

But Y/N just turned around, looked him in the eyes and begun jumping in the air, holding the weapon high above their head.

Another lightning struck down somewhere but nowhere near Y/N which seemed to infuriate the Creeper Hybrid even more “Fuck!”

As Phil landed close by them, but not too close to avoid being accidentally struck by lightning as well should it indeed happen, he stretched his hand out “Give me my trident back, Y/N! You will fucking die!”

Y/N just turned around and let out a sharp hiss, their eyes lighting up similar how Creepers do right before they blow up, but Y/N stopped themself. They could emit something like a blast but it hurt them as well, so they often just used the flashing as a threat.

After all they have blown themself up in the past just to prove a point, so it wasn’t an entirely empty threat.

Now the group consisting of Technoblade, Wilbur and Tommy arrived as well. Having to climb up since none of them could fly like Philza.

Technoblade tiredly rubbed his face as he stared at Y/N who was still swinging the trident into the air, jumping to reach further up.

“Y/N do you really wanna die like that? It would be a pretty cringe death not gonna lie.”

He loved his sibling but, man, sometimes they were a handful.

Before Y/N could even defend themself Tommy chimed in “No! Do it, Y/N! You can kind of blow up like a creeper so why shouldn’t you be able to charge yourself like one!”

Of course, Tommy would encourage them even more. The two were hunkering down an hour ago and the rest of the family just assumed they were scheming, which in a way was true but the others didn’t expect them to discuss what would happen if Y/N, the resident Creeper Hybrid, got struck by lightning.

Wilbur was biting on his lower lip. Trying to hide an amused smile and instead put on a worried expression. As much as he revelled in chaos like the others, this was a bit too dangerous “Come on. Just get back home. I’m freezing. Aren’t you freezing?”

With an almost incredulous look on their face, Y/N’s gaze pierced through Wilbur cool and relaxed façade. This really spiked his worry now. They weren’t just doing this for fun or to cause chaos, no, they were deadest on doing this.

“For real! Let’s get home!” he tried to reinforce his statement but Y/N’s head turned back around into the air.

Staring at the black clouds as the rain continued to fall. Their clothes wet. Didn’t even bother putting on a jacket. Just standing their in their simple clothing with their arms far above their head.

Philza took a step closer. Y/N was compared to the others further up on the hill but also surrounded by a drop all around them. So, realistically they could properly do something, but it was dangerous with them swinging around a weapon that also worked as a conductor during the storm.

“Y/N! This isn’t funny! You will seriously get hurt!” Philza urged them again.

Suddenly the world lit up again, closely followed by a loud crash. Lightning struck again but sadly, or luckily, nowhere near Y/N.

Y/N let out a frustrated yell “Come on! Strike me down Zeus! Do it you coward!”

Tommy groaned as well, directing his eyes towards the clouds as well “Seriously! Do it you pussy!”

This earned him a soft slap against the back of his head by Techno who just shook his head like only a disappointed older brother could. Naturally, Tommy responded with sticking his tongue out just like only a younger brother could.

While those two were dealing with each other, both Philza and Wilbur saw their chance. Lightning just struck that meant they had a small window to get to Y/N.

The two ran.

Wilbur slipped for a second on the wet grass but caught himself before he lost balance, following his father who was running towards his, frankly idiotic, kid with a determined expression. Brows pulled deeply down.

Y/N only noticed how Wilbur and Philza were running towards them when it was already too late. Both had their hands outstretched and crashed into them. Pulling them down into the mud, wrestling the trident out of their hand.

“That’s unfair!”

“We are saving your life, idiot!” Wilbur grumbled as he gave Philza his trident back, “Now, home.”

Wilbur didn’t often act as a proper older brother, only occasionally bringing out the “older brother voice”, but Y/N still tried to get back up. Trying to lunge for the trident. Steal it back. Fortunately, Wilbur caught them and just threw them on his shoulder which left them only able to drum and punch him in his back.

He immediately made sure to slowly jog the hill back down. Ignoring the writhing and yelling Y/N who just wanted to satisfy their curiosity! How dare he! How dare he care about their wellbeing and make sure they would be fine!

“What? You went down so easily, Y/N!” Tommy yelled out surprised as he watched Wilbur pass him and Techno, earning himself another soft slap to the back of his head. It didn’t hurt but did bring the message across.

All the while Philza was sighing, clutching the trident, slowly following his children down. Sometimes he wondered what he did to live through this kind of chaos while only on one life left.

“I’m gonna blow you up, Wil!” Y/N hissed as they continued to try to get out of his grip.

This time Techno softly bopped them on the head “Don’t even try it. Stop having a temper tantrum you are too old for this. It’s embarrassing. Besides, we are just making sure you are alright. I’m sure we can find other more safer ways to test out if you can become a charged creeper, well, charged Creeper Hybrid.”

This seemed to calm them down a little bit. A spark of hope burning in their eyes only for them to pout and look away “I mean, I guess.”

“But not today! You gave me an Ender damned heart attack, Y/N! Never do that again.” Philza spoke up, still making sure to keep the trident out of Y/N’s reach.

Y/N had to concede. There was no way they could get out of Wilbur’s grip like this, especially while they were surrounded by their family. Instead, they made peace with the fact that they wouldn’t get to test their theory today.

Still pouting once they were back inside their home, now in clean clothes and sitting close to the warm fire as Philza and Techno prepared some hot drinks for the family. Wilbur grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around himself while also enveloping Y/N. All of them being frozen from the storm outside.

Even still, they all got colds afterwards and Y/N felt a tiny bit guilty, though this got thrown out the window as soon as Techno announced he would start on helping researching ways to test Y/N’s hypothesis.

Wanting to do it correctly and as safely as possible.

It didn’t surprise neither Techno nor Y/N when Tommy asked to help as well, even if only to use the knowledge to plan up more schemes with them.

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt reader insert #mcyt x Y/N #dsmp reader insert #dsmp x Y/N #dream smp x Y/N #dream smp reader insert #sbi reader insert #sbi x reader #sbi x Y/N #ramza writes #anon request

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