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poraphia · 5 months

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Maybe the soap opera drama has a tight grip on my braincells BUT

imagine siren with a love interest who keeps. Getting. Into. Bad. Relationships.

not BAD bad relationships, just— people that are kind of pricks. One guy accidentally leaves the door open and their cats escape (and he doesn’t give a single fuck, just keeps watching tv and when the reader comes home from work he’s like “oh yeah ur cats escaped a few hours ago”), another never shows up on dates, one is just an arrogant prick, the other is boring as hell and has nothing in common with the reader——

Just

that must STING for siren. Like—— he’s right there????? He’d never think that he would be ENTITLED to a relationship with the reader, NEVER— but why can’t he be your type??

10/10 angst for him id say

he can’t even convince himself that he would be BETTER for the reader because he’s a villain

idk

"i found your cat, not him."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!siren!wilbur x civilian!taken!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.17.23 | 3631 words

➵ CONTAINING! jealous wilbur, reader has a cat, reader has a bf, jester talking some sense into siren, heartbroken wilbur

➵ SAYING! this took some days to work on but look! it’s finally done! i had a lot of ups and downs and probably switched up the plot a couple times but here it is :D thank uuu @listenheresweaty for suggesting this honestly i was thinking about writing this the moment u suggested it and now i have free time so yippie. hope yall enjoy :D

My masterlist :)

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(y/n) had a reputation to have a terrible taste in partners. Whether it be a girlfriend that refused to take them on a date and made (y/n) plan all of the dates out, or the boyfriend they had now, who “accidentally” left the door open, letting their cat escape. Wilbur watched from the window as the desperate (y/n) approached any passerby, showing a picture of their feline, just to have any sort of direction as to where it might be.

Wilbur wasn’t a hero of any sorts. The clothes on his back were purchased with money robbed from the bank down the street, and the laptop he was using to do his work on was stolen from some tech store in the mall. And don’t even get him started on his body count that could fill a graveyard. His powers were venom dripping from his tongue, and he was nothing but a snake.

So what made Wil get up from his seat to tap the shoulder of a helpless (y/n)?

Maybe because this person was an interest of Wil’s for quite some time now. From seeing them inside the coffee shop from time to time, to even catching the glimpse of the back of their head as they boarded the bus— It was like this person was meant to be in Wil’s life. Though he just never had the excuse to go up to them. So instead, for weeks now, he has been admiring this person from afar, seeking for some type of opportunity to spark up a conversation.

“Hey.. Are you alright?” He asked. (y/n) turned around, a little out of breath from quickly speaking to anyone who approached them.

“Y-Yeah— no! No..” She sighed, breathlessly. They slumped against a nearby wall, almost defeated. “I— I lost my cat. She’s this sweet white ragdoll with a pink collar and big black eyes. My boyfriend left the door open and she just snuck right out! He said the cat’s been gone for a while now and he didn’t even bother helping.” They trailed off. “I know she’s here somewhere.. I don’t know..” They buried their face into their hands, frustrated with themself.

Wilbur looked at them with a tilted head and puffed up cheeks. Despite this being a stranger, he couldn’t help but feel a panging guilt in his chest. “Hey,” He placed a hand on their shoulder. “I think I might be able to find her.”

“..You think so?” They responded in a meek voice.

“I’m sure..” He replied in a gentle tone. “I usually work like really late in the city. Maybe I could find her on my way home? Just give me some form of communication and a picture and I’m sure I can find her.” He smiled reassuringly. (y/n)’s head perked up, and suddenly their face was beaming with hope. It was a look Wilbur wished he could screenshot with his eyes and keep it in his mind gallery.

“Thank you! You don’t know how much this means to me.” They gleamed. “Hold on— Let me give you my phone number. What was your name again?”

Something about this question made Wil freeze up a little. This complete stranger, telling him that he’s a good person, is also asking for his name? I mean, it’s not like its the first time someone asked his name. But being asked in such a kind and polite way, it almost took him back to when he first met Phil.

He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Wilbur,” He finally said. “Call me Wil.”

After exchanging contact information they parted their separate ways. Wil decided to pack up his stuff and head back home. He took the train to his neighborhood and spent the whole ride staring at this picture of (y/n) with their cat he learned was named “Anvil.”

The picture was a selfie taken by (y/n) with Anvil pressing her fluffy face against her owner’s soft skin. It was a cute sentiment captured by their phone camera, and Wilbur knew it was a treasured picture of theirs. He took the time to admire the cat’s features. It had a mess of white fur, and would definitely stick out like a sore thumb in the midnight dark. The train came to a halt as it had arrived to Wil’s destination. It didn’t take but a fifteen minute to arrive home.

Wilbur inserted the keys into the doorknob before pushing the door open. He kicked the door behind him closed as he placed his coat and shoes by the shoe cabinet and dresser.

“Hey, Wil,” Phil called from the kitchen.

“Hey, dad.” He shouted back. Wil threw his bag onto the couch before sliding against the sleek wooden floor to the entrance of the kitchen. Phil’s wings were loosely hanging behind him as the man stir fried some ingredients into a wok. “What’s for dinner?” Wil asked.

“Oh, just some fried rice.” Phil shrugged. “Whatcha do today? Hang out at the cafe?”

“Ah, yeah, pretty much.” Wil said, leaning against the fridge. “I, uh, met someone today.”

“Oh?” Phil said, raising an eyebrow. “Someone, you say?”

“What— Hey! It’s not like that..” Wil rolled his eyes while crossing his arms. However that wasn’t enough to convince Phil.

“Well if you say so.” Phil smirked. “So, what happened?”

Wil turned around and grabbed a glass from the cabinet before pouring himself a glass of ice cold water. He took a sip before speaking. “Well, there was this person and— I’m not quite sure what it was about them but.. They had lost their cat, and I felt really bad, so I offered to help them. They sounded so kind and stuff, but like— Apparently their cat ran away because their stupid boyfriend decided to leave the door open?! And he didn’t ever bother to help—!” Wil took a deep breath before bringing the glass back to his lips.

“—Oi, what are you bitching about?” As if on queue, Tommy emerged from the stairs. His hair was a ruffled his mess and he stumbled a little as he walked as if he had just woken up.

“Oh, Wil is just upset about someone he just met losing their cat—” Phil tried to explain, but Wil was quick to butt in.

“They didn’t lose their cat! It was their damn boyfriend!” He corrected. “Like, for hours he even knew the cat escaped and he just let it happen?!”

“Uh oh, looks like big Wil over here is catching feelings!” Tommy snickered as he wrapped an arm around Wil’s neck.

“Ugh, stop—” Wil pushed him away, but Tommy was persistent with his teasing.

“Little Wilbur has a crushy wushy and will find that cat and propose to them OoOoOo!” Tommy chirped.

“—Dad! Tommy’s being a bitch!” Wil cried as he struggled to escape Tommy’s grasp. After enough pushing, Wil was able to shove Tommy away before forcing Tommy into a headlock.

“Hey! Agh— Get off me you big bastard!” Tommy exclaimed. But Wilbur stood firm as he restricted Tom’s limbs by embracing him tightly.

“Both of you stop playing in the kitchen! Now, go get Techno because the food is ready.” Phil ordered, sternly.

Reluctantly, Wil released his grip from Tommy. Tom rubbed his arms and gave a big side-eye look to Wil.

“Bitch.” Tom muttered.

“Tommy! Go!” Phil ordered again, leaving Wilbur a snickering mess as Tom did his walk of shame toward the steps.

After dinner with the Soots (and some convincing to the family that Wilbur was not in love with this stranger he had just met), Wil dressed in his disguise and entered the night as Siren, a profound villain known in L’manburg city. His first task at hand was to find Anvil in Eastside.

He sauntered through the night with his hands in his pockets and his eyes lurking the streets. The night was cold and quiet with only the hum of the streetlights occupying his ears. But his only goal was to listen to the sweet meow of a cat lost and frigid. Every alleyway he came across he made sure to go through it thoroughly, making sure that the cat wasn’t stuck in a garbage can or in a cardboard box.

“Fuck, where is this cat..?” Siren muttered under his breath. He began whistling, making any noise imaginable to summon the feline. To no avail, no cats came running his way. Instead, a rather confused Jester jumped down from a building and right in front of Siren.

“What.. Are you doing?” Jester asked. Though he was wearing his mask, Siren could already tell he was furrowing his eyebrows.

Siren scoffed before continuing to walk. “I’m looking for a cat.” He replied. “But I can’t find her anywhere. I’m supposed to get her before the morning so I can return it to its owner.”

Jester followed behind him, his hands behind his back. “And this is important because..?”

“I-It’s important to me!” Siren retaliated, but if anything, it made him seen more desperate.

Jester sighed before shaking his head. “Don’t tell me you’re doing this just to impress someone.”

“I-I don’t know man.” Siren finally admitted, though he continued looking left and right in an attempt to find (y/n)’s cat.

“Siren, you know we can’t be doing this— y’know, trying to date and all of that. We’re villains. What do we do if they find out, and the whole syndicate is reported? Plus, you know how we are. We’re ‘evil.’” Jester made sure to put the last word into air quotes. “At least to society we are. We have to face the truth—”

Though Jester’s words were going one ear and out the other, some of them still stuck in Siren’s head. Sure, this wasn’t the first time Siren wanted to form a close bond with someone outside of the syndicate— I mean look at Tommy. He adjusted comfortably. But I guess this time it was different. This was a complete stranger that he met as a civilian, and now he was out as Siren looking for their cat! The more Siren thought about, the more he felt foolish.

Suddenly, a loud meow could be heard from an alleyway just to the left of Siren. Jester ceased his talking and looked at Siren, who was staring at Jester right back.

“Is that the—”

“Shhh..” Siren brought his finger to his lips to quiet down Jester. Slowly, Siren approached the alleyway with Jester steadily following behind him. Lo and behold was Anvil, perched on top of a cardboard box that sat right on top of a garbage can.

“How’re you going to get it?” Jester whispered.

“Just watch.” Siren cleared his throat. He picked up a spare cardboard box that was lying around and held it up near ground level for the cat to easily jump into. “Anvil, come and sit in this box.”

A moment of silence passes between the three of them as the cat laid comfortably in her seat, not planning to move anytime soon.

“Uh, was that supposed to do something?” Jester asked sarcastically. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“What the.. Anvil, come here now!” I demanded once again. As if taunting me, the cat simply licked her paws in response. Jester couldn’t help but to burst out laughing.

“Are you telling me your powers don’t work on cats?!” Jester gasped between laughs. “That’s fucking hilarious! Hopefully the Heroes won't find out about this one!”

“Shut up, dude!” Siren fussed at him. It took a bit for Jester to settle down his laughter with hands up out of protest.

“Sorry, sorry.. I just think it’s way too fucking funny.”

“Help me get this fucking cat, dude!” Siren exclaimed, clearly annoyed now. Siren turned around, now facing the cat again. He decided to kneel down to ground level with the box now on the floor.

Siren whistled to grab the feline’s attention. “C’mere, Anvil! Come here, buddy!” But the cat simply ignored the masked man.

“Hm, do you have a picture of the owner?” Jester asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah—” Siren took out his phone and tapped on a few things before pulling up the picture of (y/n) and Anvil. Siren looked at it one last time before showing the screen to Jester. He studied the face carefully, even grabbing the phone himself for him to examine.

Then with a simple head shake, Jester transformed his face into (y/n). It was an uncomfortable sight seeing their head on Jester’s body, but it definitely sparked the interest of Anvil.

“Come here, Anvil, come here!” Jester exclaimed as knelt down. Even his voice was near identical to (y/n). Obediently, the cat hopped off of the garbage can and into the arms of Jester, purring gingerly as she snuggled into his chest. I gave Jester an amused look as he smirked smugly.

“So, am I getting paid for this?” Jester asked as he carefully placed the feline into the box.

“To be fair, you volunteered to help. I didn’t ask.” Siren replied.

“Touche.”

Siren and Jester walked together until they were able to change into civilian clothes to avoid any conflict. It was important for Jester to maintain the face of (y/n) to keep the cat as calm as possible. Despite Siren knowing that it was just his friend and business associate under that form, he couldn’t help but stare at the face of (y/n). How their hair flowed as they walked and how their eyes glowed even under the moonlight. It felt too enchanting to even be real.

“Hey, you good bro?” Jester’s voice was the only thing to throw Siren out of his delusions.

“Yeah— yeah I’m fine.” Siren muttered, looking away. Jester rolled his eyes before sighing.

“Dude, what did I just say about getting attached to anyone?” Jester lectured once again.

“I— I know.” Siren replied defeatedly. “I know..”

“It’s dangerous for you, and whoever this—” Jester pointed as his own face. “—person you’re so infatuated with. It would be dangerous for not only you, but for them too. Imagine how much trouble they would be in knowing that they’re in relations with a supervillain.”

“I know, Jester!” Siren cried. The both of them stopped in their tracks. Even the cat laid still in it’s box. The midnight crickets filled the empty air between the two villains. “I get it— it’s too dangerous for me. It’s too dangerous for them. I’m evil. I’m going to put them in danger— I just— ugh!” Siren tilted his head back in frustration.

As he bit the inside of his cheek to hold back any bitter words he had the urge to say, Jester stood there and stared at him. It hurt even more seeing the person of interest saying these words to him. Jester quickly transformed back into his regular mask and placed a hand on Siren’s shoulder.

“Look man, I’m sorry..” Jester apologized. “I’m just worried about you, alright? Don’t want anything happening to you, especially what went down this past year.” Siren tilted his head back to look at him, and though his eyes were shielded, he could tell they were full of sincerity and reassurance.

“Yeah..” Siren voiced. “I guess I’m just tired. I don’t know. Let’s hurry home soon.”

“Alright.” Jester agreed.

The two were able to change out of their villain disguises in an abandoned warehouse without anyone noticing them. They then made their separate ways, leaving Wilbur and the cat in careful silence on walk home. Once Wil made it to the front door, he was careful in making up the steps to his room where he would keep the cat. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone’s sleep considering that Phil and Techno were at a meeting and Tom could be quite the heavy sleeper.

Wil shut his bedroom door behind him and placed the cardboard box next to his closet. Though the cat was sound asleep now, he made sure to tuck in the feline with any spare blankets he had lying around before changing into his sleepwear and laying down in bed.

Wil pulled out his phone and texted (y/n).

Wilbur Hey, able to meet me at the cafe sometime tomorrow morning? I have you cat :)

Surprisingly, they responded.

(y/n) OMG really?! Thank you so much! I’ll see you tomorrow x

‘x’? Don’t those usually mean kisses? They probably just meant it in a friendly way. Or maybe they’re showing an interest in Wilbur? Nah, that can’t be possible. But what if? What if they’re interested in Wilbur?

Regardless of what (y/n) intended when they signed off with that little letter, Wilbur only slept a mere two hours.

The next day, Wil was ecstatic despite his lack of sleep. It was as if in a blink of eye he was in bed, but then the next moment he was scarfing down his breakfast and bolting out the door with Anvil’s box in his arms.

After all this time, he finally was able to do some sort of action to get (y/n)’s attention. To finally place himself in their field of view, and maybe, just maybe, they would have some sort of interest toward him. The thought made Wilbur’s heart flutter, making him feel like his body lifted which each step he took.

Wil had finally made it to the cafe, and right on time for that matter too. The building was just up-ahead. Wilbur took a deep breath, his chest pounding from adrenaline, anxiousness, and maybe a bit of excitement sprinkled in there as well. He looked down at the cat, who was previously buried in a sheet. She was now looking up at the man with big beady eyes staring right back at him. The charm to her collar clinked as it waved side to side.

“Okay, Anvil, I’m gonna return you to your owner now, alright? I-I’m sure she’s missing you.” Though he was just simply talking to a cat, this was (y/n)’s cat. And he was returning (y/n)’s cat! He was! Not some other kind stranger, not her family, not even her dirtbag boyfriend. It was Wilbur who would be returning this cat. Without him, Anvil wouldn’t be safe and sound in someone capable to protect a feline from the treacherous night.

With a proud smile, Wil approached the cafe with confidence radiating off his strides.

This was it, he thought.

This was it.

But was it?

He looked in the window to locate (y/n), but instead he found a sight more displeasing. the sight made his heart drop and his knees weak, but it took all his strength and awareness that he was holding a cat to keep himself steady. (y/n) was huddled up next to what seemed to be their incompetent boyfriend. Their head leaned against his shoulder, but the boyfriend did not return the affection. Instead he sat with his hands both placed on his phone, seemingly playing some idle shooting game to occupy his absent mind.

It took (y/n) noticing that Wil was at the window for Wilbur to break out of his mind. Their face beamed at the sight of their cat, and immediately they got up and rushed out of the door to greet him and her feline.

“Anvil, sweetheart!” They exclaimed. The cat immediately perked her head to face her owner before jumping out of the box and into (y/n)’s arms. Wil smiled contently at the sight, however his brain felt all kinds of fuzzy. As if he wasn’t really there.

“Thank you so much! You don’t know how much this means to me. Thank you, Wil, seriously!” Something about (y/n) saying his name made him wince. It felt like a hug before a stab in the chest. Regardless, he pushed through.

“Yeah, of course. I told you I would get her as soon as possible.” Wilbur said.

“You’re an actual lifesaver! I’m sorry if she put you through any trouble. Can I buy you a coffee or?” (y/n) offered. Though the offer was tempting, he didn’t feel comfortable spending another second seeing him and them together. Especially at such a close proximity.

“I-I’m fine,” Wil quickly muttered. “I have to go somewhere in a bit. I’ll catch you later, yeah?”

“Of course! Thank you again, truly.” (y/n) smiled. He simply nodded before turning and walking away.

Though Wil could argue that the man (y/n) calls their boyfriend is a prick, it’s not like he would be any better. Just like Jester said. That man could sit on his ass all day, not care for their cat, not care for them, and yet, he would still be the better option between him and Wilbur.

Wilbur is evil.

Wilbur is a villain.

Wilbur has killed countless living people compared to that prick killing digital npcs for fun.

Though, the argument stapled in Wil’s mind.

Wil found (y/n)’s cat. Not him.

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a / n ~ poor lil baby siren he just wants love :(( mayb ill do a part 2? i loved this concept ngl. notes of all kind are super duper appreciated :)) thank u for supporting my writing!

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leonsleftbicep · 1 month

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sleep token bakery au?

IV runs a bakery (for obvious reasons) Vessel, II, and III are all customers, the echos/esperas work there as well.

Vessel, II, and III all know each other. the Echos know the three as usuals. IV doesn’t know who they are really.

II was captivated by IV’s ivy tattoo on his forearm, Vessel was enamored by IV’s downturned eyes, and III.. well it was IV’s “bakery”.

obviously polyvessels ensues in some way. my brains saying II was the first to notice, but III was the first to get close.

as in

II started to hint a bit to IV about his attraction. but in a very “how the fuck do i tell this man he is gorgeous and i want to wake up next to him each morning” type of way.

II just simply said “i like your tattoos, how long have you had the ivy?” but then he connected the dots at that moment when he read IV’s name tag which said ‘IVy’.

also i think it would be funny and kinda cute if IV realized his attraction, when II walked into the bakery in a very wide V-neck long sleeve (his neck tattoo is ON DISPLAY!!) with the sleeves rolled up. II’s hair up, very much just got a hair cut and actually shaved and trimmed for once. i just think it’s silly.

III is the one that asked IV out first because they were completely enamored by this ‘Ivy’ guy their partners wont stop blabbering about, and the two of them weren’t doing shit so. III asked out IV on a date to some shitty bar with a band playing that night. the two of them got a bit tipsy and danced together. III ended up in IV’s apartment that night.

Vessel was the last to catch on, too nervous to actually ask so it just waited a couple months till IV handed them a scone and just smiled and asked “want to help me in the kitchen some time? we usually prepare the sour dough the night before so, if you want to it will just be me and you” with a smile.

the two of them actually got work done, IV was absolutely delighted with the facts he was getting out of Vess. first thing IV asked Vessel was if they where a musician of some kind, “only reason i ask is because you hum and tap your fingers to the music that plays around here.” which was the half truth. the other reason why IV asked, was because he noticed the callouses on Vessels finger tips.

with IV and Vessels mutual love for music, they hit it off pretty well.

after all three of them have now built a relationship with IV. IV just finally kinda connected the dots after watching how the three interact with each other. “are you guys a throuple?” is what iv asked when II grabbed their orders. “well we don’t put a name to it.. but i guess you could call it that?” is all II could say

ivy just blushed as he realized he had a chance to be with all of them. after talking to the Echos extensively while they all clean. the girls just decide to become IV’s wing man.

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protag ivy my love

enjoy this shit, you never know i might make this a full fledged thing.

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twistiraki · 9 months

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🎀Headcanons how Twisted Wonderland boys met you and what kind of family you'd have 🎀 Ignihyde and Diasomnia

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💀Idia Shroud

Idia and Y/n's paths crossed at an anime convention where they both shared a love for games and geek culture. Y/n donned a cosplay of one of Idia's favorite game characters, catching his eye instantly. Nervously, he mustered the courage to ask for a photo, and to his delight, Y/n gladly agreed with a bright smile. However, underneath his hoodie, Y/n noticed a faint glow, and her curiosity was piqued. Blushing and feeling anxious, Idia admitted that it was not a cosplay but his actual, blue flamy hair. Y/n found him even more exciting and beautiful, and without hesitation, she asked him on a date. Idia tried to deny it, but his heart had already been stolen by her charm. Unable to resist, he agreed.

Idia and Y/n are blessed with two wonderful children. Their daughter, Lyra, has inherited her father's shy and withdrawn nature, but with Y/n's gentle encouragement, she blossoms into a confident and creative young girl. Their son, Darius, is the spitting image of Idia, with the same blue flamy hair and sharp teeth. He shares his father's enthusiasm for gaming and engineering, and together with Y/n's support, he excels in both fields.

🐉Malleus Draconia:

Y/n worked as a knowledgeable guide at an old castle with intricate gargoyles. She, a knowledgeable guide, led tours and noticed Malleus returning again and again. He couldn't resist coming back for her tours, enchanted by both the castle's beauty and Y/n's expertise. On the third tour, she couldn't help but recognize his unique horns. Intrigued, she asked him what fascinated him so much about the tour, and Malleus couldn't resist sharing that he was captivated by the castle's most beautiful gargoyle – Y/n herself. As they exchanged stories and knowledge, their hearts connected like magic. To express his gratitude, Malleus invited Y/n to his palace, where she was not only in awe of the magnificent gargoyles but also utterly charmed by Malleus's princely demeanor. It was love at first sight, and their hearts were forever intertwined in a fairy-tale romance.

Malleus and Y/n are proud parents to four lovely daughters. Each girl possesses a unique blend of her parents' traits. The eldest, Aviv, takes after her father's calm and respectful demeanor, often displaying her magical talents with grace. The second daughter, Aurelia, shares her father's yearning for connection with others, and she has a caring and nurturing nature. The third daughter, Aspen, shows signs of Malleus' naive and childish side, bringing joy and laughter to the family. Lastly, the youngest daughter, Arun, is fiercely protective, just like her father, especially when it comes to her sisters.

🦇Lilia Vanrouge

Y/n's dreams came true as she performed on stage with her new metal band. Amidst the electrifying music and energy of the crowd, she noticed a guy in the audience with an infectious smile, singing along to her solo. Their eyes met, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. Feeling a connection like never before, Y/n impulsively took off her bracelet and playfully tossed it to him. With a wink, he caught it, stealing her heart in the process. After the show, Lilia approached Y/n backstage, returning the bracelet with a cheeky smile. However, he had a mischievous request – he wanted a date with the talented and enchanting rockstar Y/n. Flattered and blushing, Y/n happily agreed, and their love story became history.

Lilia and Y/n's family is a harmonious blend of both biological and adoptive children. Their biological son, Goldewin, is playful and friendly like his father, and he loves teasing his brother and friends. Silver, Lilia's adoptive son, has found a loving home and a caring mother figure in Y/n. Together, the family creates a warm and inviting atmosphere, filled with laughter and camaraderie.

💤Silver

Y/n's pet bunny escaped in the park, and she frantically searched for him. Panicking, she searched everywhere until a sweet and gentle boy with shimmering white hair appeared, holding her furry friend in his arms. Overwhelmed with gratitude, Y/n insisted on showing her thanks, but Silver simply smiled and declined any reward. Instead, he expressed that helping her was enough. Impressed by his kindness and adorable airheaded nature, Y/n insisted on repaying his kindness with a cup of tea at her home. As they sipped tea and shared stories, their hearts warmed, and Y/n discovered that Silver was not only a kind soul but also the missing piece to her heart's puzzle.

Silver and Y/n embrace the joys and challenges of raising triplets. Their daughters, Marin and Kathrine, have inherited their father's serious and reserved demeanor, but they also show glimpses of Y/n's thoughtful and caring nature. The youngest son, Kayden, takes after Silver's airheaded moments but has a strong sense of responsibility like his mother. The family shares a deep bond, and Silver is particularly cautious and protective of his children, ensuring their safety with unwavering dedication.

⚡Sebek Zigvolt

Y/n's path crossed with Sebek's in a hilarious mishap. He accidentally tackled her to the ground, assuming she was a threat to his dear Liege Malleus. Though Y/n was perfectly fine, Sebek's genuine concern touched her heart. Amused by his hot-blooded and prideful nature, she reassured him, but he couldn't believe it. From that day on, whenever Y/n had something to do in Briar Valley, she would catch glimpses of Sebek trying to help, with endearing and poor results. To try to make the damage less as possible, Y/n decided to invite him on a tour of the romantic spots in Briar Valley. Sebek was over the moon with excitement, and as they explored together, their hearts raced with laughter and love.

Sebek's household is full of energy and passion with his three children. His son, Kai, is a mirror image of his father, proudly displaying Sebek's traits and taking on the role of the family's protector. His elder daughter, Anaya, has inherited Sebek's loud and prideful nature, while his younger daughter, Poppy, balances it with Y/n's gentle and honest qualities. As a father, Sebek encourages his children to be true to themselves and embraces their individuality. The family's love and respect for each other create a lively and dynamic atmosphere in their home.

You can find the other parts here! Hearstlabyul Savanaclaw/Octavinelle Scarabia/Pomefiore Ignihyde/Diasomnia (You are here)

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lennjamin-o7 · 4 months

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Noon a Purple Glow

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Tech?” The doorknob jiggled, the lock keeping the door closed. Technoblade’s heart jumped into his throat as he watched the bronze knob fail to twist. “Tech, are you okay?”

“I’m-” Technoblade started to say and yes, he could hear it now. Under the scratchiness, his voice sounded so young. Like a little kid. His voice wavered. “I-”

The doorknob stopped moving and everything was quiet. Technoblade held his breath, heartbeat loud in his ears as he stood stock still in the middle of the bathroom. Seconds ticked by, before Kristin spoke again.

“You looked in the mirror,” It wasn’t a question. Technoblade whimpered, quickly covering his mouth to stifle the sound. He could hear a deep sigh on the other side of the door. “Oh, Technoblade. Unlock the door, sweetheart.”

Or; Technoblade is so endearing to the fae that when they decide to punish the human Kingdom, they decide to keep him as a little treat. A new son, all for their own. Dark SBI. Techno-centric.

#mcyt fanfiction #dark sbi fanfiction #dark sbi #dark sleepy bois inc #noon a purple glow #lenn writes

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angelsandarsenic · 6 months

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Hmm I think fanfiction needs more of Wilbur who is deranged, not all there (but still extremely smart), not fit to stand trial crazy

#Wilbur soot #Dream smp #fanfiction #origins smp #Smp earth #sbi #sleepy bois inc

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12-toads-in-a-trench-coat · 8 months

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whats up losers(affectionate) im writing sbi fics again

ough this one WILL hurt when i get to the angst part. ough im so sorry

#i still have to figure out which prompt for whumptober it goes in #teehee #fanfiction #sbi #sbi fanfic #sbi au #sleepy bois inc #bedrock bros #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #tommyinnit

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artemis-moon101 · 10 months

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A Message to all DSMP fic readers.

Since Ao3 is down, you may be thinking about how you can finish the fic you were reading, or find a new one! Well I have a solution

The Passerine Podcast

The Passerine podcast is a great channel, and while I personally don't know the person behind it, I greatly appreciate them! They function as an audiobook channel, with many fics that they've read. Their voice is very soothing aswell! So the channel is great if your looking to fall asleep too!

Most of the fics are SBI, starting with our beloved Passerine, the namesake, but including some of my favorites TommyInnit's Clinic for Supervillans a SBI Superhero AU, Under The Brine a short horror Crimeboys AU, and His Curse of Binding, a SBI fic they just finished, which is about greek myths, rebirth, and lots of hurt/comfort (good if hurt is your comfort), but there are many more, Such as Bones In the Ocean, Icing Those Hurts, De Terra and Ad Astra, Theres Always More, and a few more!

#fanfiction #Passerine podcast #sleepy boys inc #Dream smp #dsmp fanfic #fanfic audiobook #Tommyinnit #Ranboo #Tubbo #Wilbur soot #philza #technoblade #Beeduo #Crimeboys

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sipuliii · 5 months

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fuck it i'm promoting my fics

an origins smp hybrid/lab au where tommy is saved from a laboratory by the sbi, who quickly realize he has a massive case of stockholm syndrome and will need a lot of help to unlearn all the brainwashing and abuse he was put through. ongoing, currently at 14 chapters and 55k words

a royalty/fantasy au where prince fundy and his friends tommy and tubbo go on a roadtrip to save ranboo, who has been kidnapped by a shady prince and his even shadier bodyguard (skeppy and bad). ongoing, currently at 5 chapters and 28.3k words

a post-canon dsmp fic where wilbur meets fundy again a decade after he witnessed him taking his second canon life. my attempt of giving them an ending that's at least a bit more hopeful than canon. oneshot, 6.3k words

and something a bit more experimental: a las nevadas-era dsmp fic where wilbur comes to meet his son after his resurrection, with two versions of the same fic: fundy's pov and wilbur's pov

i also have a couple of multichapters that are both currently at 1 chapter and at an indefinite hiatus: a crimeboys mer au and a crimeboys pirate/royalty au both of which i'm planning to continue once i have the time and energy

#mcyt fanfiction #dsmp fanfiction #mcyt #dream smp #origins smp #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #fundy #tubbo #ranboo #philza #technoblade #sbi #sleepy bois inc #crimeboys #idk how fanfic is usually tagged in mcytblr so i'm just putting random tags here #my writing

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rotten-corpses-blog · 2 months

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Hahaha..... TW: Abuse, violence, and shitty behavior from a grown man

So I learned literally last night that Wilbur Soot (a Minecraft YouTuber with a massive audience who I've also made content about before) is an abuser.

TDLR: Wilbur's ex-girlfriend Shelby (or Shubble) went on steam and told everyone about how he was manipulative, dirty, and would physically abuse her by biting her to the point she has painful bruises. Wilbur made a shit post on Twitter basically admitting all of it, but refused to actually apologize or take accountability for his abusive actions. A bunch of other Minecraft YouTubers came forward in support (obviously)

If you feel the need to fact check this then go to r/Wilbursoot or really any DSMP subreddit.

Unfortunately this is what happens if you idolize a person on the Internet, it sucks when they turn to be an asshole. For, the Lovejoy fans... Please find another band, don't die on this hill. Music you like isn't a reason to support an abuser. There are tons of other bands that you probably will enjoy more.

I will be deleting all content related to this pos and officially fucking off from the DSMP for forever honestly.

Remember, support all victims. Shelby needs support and sending death threats and all that isn't supporting Shelby.

#wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur fanart #sleepy boys inc x reader #wilbur mcyt #qsmp wilbur

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anima-writer · 2 years

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Running in the rain

Summary: It was raining, everyone was protect inside of some house until Tommy said to Phil that you was outside...in the rain.

Pairing[s]: Sleepy Bois Inc × Toddler!Reader, platonic.

Warning[s]: None!

Word Count: 426

A/N: I had a dream and it was pretty cool so I dicide to write about it :)

In a humble house, five people lived there: Phil, Wilbur, Techno, Tommy and You

The rain kept falling, this kind of weather would have been perfectly pleasant on any given afternoon...if it weren't for the fact that there were children at home. The rain was already lasting more than 2 hours and was predicted to get worse, as the appearance of the sky was still full of gray clouds.

Unfortunately, the twins weren't home, they were in a small house in the backyard that Phil had made for the kids to play in. The twins had gone to decorate that place a little more so that you and Tommy could play without getting sick because of some dust, that little house was not used much by them so it was the least they could do for you two.

Even with the rain being heavy enough, the teenagers, Wilbur and Techno, didn't care as much as they were protected by both the house and the coats they were wearing, so it wasn't a problem for them to stay there.

Meanwhile, inside the house, a small six-year-old child was looking out of the porch window at his older brothers outside and, at the same time, admiring the rain falling so fast on the ground...this yard is likely to be full mud later. Phil, on the other hand, had closed all the windows and mopped the floor, as he hadn't realized there was an open window and because of that the rain had soaked the whole floor, and since he had a toddler at home he would have to clean so that no accident occurs.

After finishing, Phil hears Tommy calling in the distance. "PHIL?..." shouted Tommy on the porch. Phil decided to go where the little one was so there wouldn't be a screaming socialization. "Yeah, mate?" Pointing his finger out, Tommy continued:

"Why is [Name] outside in the rain?"—"WHAT-"

Looking out, there it was, an extremely small child walking across the yard and heading to the little house. Phil had frozen. But, before Phil had a heart attack, Techno had sensed your approach and caught you quickly before you got any more soaked and brought you in hastily.

Both Techno and Wilbur were very confused as to why you had come there, but that question was soon answered when you rested your head on Techno's shoulder.

"Aww, they came because of you Techno~" said Wilbur touching his heart and holding himself not to pinch his cheeks. Scowling, Techno complained—"Bruh, my new clothes."

#sleepy bois inc #sbi fanfic #sbi fanfiction #x reader #toddler!reader #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #platonic #idk hope you guys like bc I write it while I was falling asleep #sbi x reader

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go-learn-esperanto · 9 months

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You can say whatever about the oversaturation of super hero AUs in the SBI fic space but nothing beats a fic that acknowledges how dangerous and terrifying Wilbur's power is and how easily it is for it to go very wrong with Wilbur (moody idiot, the definition of emo ass, a human that makes mistakes) using it.

#gle original #mcyt #wilbur soot #fanfiction #sbi #sleepy bois inc

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leonsleftbicep · 16 days

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Bake Me Back To Eden

Chapter: I

Ao3 Version

Word Count: 1,375

tags: Bakery AU, Modern Setting AU, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Vessel/II/III are dating, IV doesn't know them… yet!, Trans II, Nonbinary Vessel, Genderfluid III, They/Them Pronouns for III, It/Its and They/Them Pronouns for Vessel, Vessel and III are very creature they deserve creature pronouns

Summary: IV runs a bakery called Ivy Sprigs Bakery & Records, The Echo's work along with him. II, III, and Vessel are customers that don't yet know IV. yet! -- this is being cross posted on here and Ao3. alt names that are more "human" are used at times for the vessels, but i try my hardest to keep up with the numerical names for parts that are not being spoken verbally. The echo's or the esparas have made up names as well for i do not know their actual names and don't really want to use their actual names.

the alt names i will be using for each vessel and espara is listed below. please keep in mind that these names are fake and not anyone's actual names.

Vessel: Verna II: lii III: Thea IV: Ivy Espera/Echo 1: Evaline Espera/Echo 2: Erie Espera/Echo 3: Elanor

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Ivy Sprig Bakery and Records. A newer place that opened up just a walk away from Vessel’s house. It was II’s idea to check out the bakery, after the couple of times he bought coffee there on his way to work. He thought it was time to show them this cute little hobbit hole of a bakery.

III was apprehensive about all of this, not knowing if they would like anything. Vessel was just nervous in general. Vess hates going out in public, everyone stares at them because of its height. II might be the only one not nervous, for the main reason that he knew there was a certain person he had a feeling that would change their minds.

The three of them walking through an alleyway while II led the way. “ii are you gonna kill us or something, this is shady.” III says unnerved by this as they hold Vessel's hand. “where almost there, you know i'm not a big fan of main roads for numerous reasons” II smiles as he walks, taking a turn that leads to the front of Ivy Sprigs. “Here we are” II exclaimed as the two taller beings look at this lovely little bakery, with a dark cottage core almost witchy vibe to it. “I call dibs on the records!” III calls out before they run into the cafe. Both II and Vessel giggle as they hold hands and walk into the bakery.

they find III already scouring the records for old albums from a band they enjoy. III does squeak and bounce around when they find a limited edition color variant of a record.

“I'll go get coffee, while you watch him” II speaks softly to Vessel as he gets up on his tippy toes just to kiss Vessel's cheek. Which makes the taller blush and hum in agreement.

II making his way to the cafe/bakery section of the shop, he knew III and Vess would be on their way soon after III found their records. II gets in line and soon feels the presence of his two tall lovers, which calms his paranoia.

III’s jaw drops to the floor all of a sudden. II just chuckles when he feels Vessel also fluster, just by the way they are clutching onto II’s shoulder. “I told you guys I would change your minds” II say with a grin as he also checks out the person they are collectively looking at.

The person in question is a lovely brunette with grays at his temples and widows peak, thin wire oval glasses low on his nose as he smiles and talks to customers. ‘Ivy’ was the name on his apron, which if they all thought right he was the owner. II had met the man a couple of times, though never really had a super meaningful conversation with him.

“How can i help you lads today?” IV asks as he looks between all three of them. Smiling when he sees II “oh it you Lii!” IV expels like he was surprised. “Its II, i just say Lii for simplicity” II nods, knowing a lot of people find his name odd.

Ivy types out something on his ordering tablet, “i'm guessing the usual black eye” ivy smiles. II hums in confirmation, “and anything those two would like?” IV asks as he gestures to III and Vessel. “They are your partners, right? you mentioned a Vessel or Verna? And some one you called Red?” Ivy asks as he pulls out cups and starts to write down II’s name on it.

“Black coffee, please” Vessel says with a slight shake to its voice before they just whisper to II what they want. “And a blueberry scone” II adds on, wanting to make sure vessel got all it wanted. “And what's your name sweetheart” IV ask’s vessel so he can write down the name on their cup. Vessel at first flusters at the pet name being used so smoothly. “Vess- no, put down Verna” Vessel says with a soft smile, which makes II squeeze its arm gently in congratulations.

III smiles when IV turns to ask what they want, “what do you recommend..” III looks at IV’s name tag “..Ivy?” they finish with a smirk. IV just smiles “i fear I- it might be too sweet for you” he tries to flirt back.

II kicks III in the ankle “OW!”. this sight makes IV laugh and snort, which amazes all of them. “goodness. okay, too answer your question Red” IV say with a big grin “my favorites the cafe miel, coffee wise. but tea wise, i usually go with a london fog” IV responds as he plays with his pen “your pick though”.

III leans against the counter as they think, “I'll try the cafe miel” they say “as long as it's, as sweet as you” III purrs. “oh jesus christ” Vessel whispers “this is the same thing they did to me when we first met” Vessel tells II.

IV just snorts and writes it down “what's your name?” he asks with a soft expression “unless you just want me to write down Red?”. III shakes their head “put down Thea, but you can call me III.. or whatever you want” III chuckles. “III you are horrible at being subtle” II groans and crosses his arms as Vessel rests its chin on his head.

IV gets pulled away from the cashregister by evaline so she can discuss something with him. III just watches that and then giggles and turns to II and Vessel “i'm not trying to be subtle, i'm trying to get closer” III admits.

II’s eyes widen “you just met him, Thea!” II yelps. “I feel like that's what you said to yourself when you met me, Lii” III counters, being a smart ass.

Vessel takes a deep breath “ok my loves, can we not get into a tift at the moment. Both of you need coffee, and some food” Vessel says as it takes their partners hands. Both III and II take a deep breath.

“I'm going to finish ordering, you take III to look at the records. Try and find me something please” II mutters as he pulls away so he can finish the order with Elanor as vessel and III walk off to cool down.

After coffee and some food II and III hold hands as they feel normal now. “Sorry that i was rude” III apologizes. “I accept your apology. But you aren't wrong, there was a reason that Vessel was the one to start dating you first before I did. And it was because I felt it was too soon” II explains, even if this might be odd to discuss in the middle of a bakery.

IV walks over after finishing up what he needed to with evaline. “Sorry I had to walk away, evidently someone wants an ambrosia salad style cake for their wedding.” IV laughs as he takes off his apron and pulls up his sleeves to expose his forearms. Which the three men gawk at, seeing the ivy tattoos wrap around his wrists and up.

“So can I get you three anything before you head out?” IV asks with a soft expression that makes his eyes look more blue then they were before.

“Some ivycakes” III blurts out as their face reddens. “I've never heard of that, we do have angel food cake though!” IV responds obviously.

II clears his throat and chimes in, “we are good, we are just about to go purchase those records Thea picked out and then head off home.” II excuses.

“Well, come back soon. it was great to finally meet your partners, they are very sweet” Ivy says as he makes eye contact with III. which II notices, and so does Vessel by the way it grabs II’s waist and squeezes gently.

After they pay for the records and walk out the bakery, Vessel finally speaks about its experience. “I like Ivy, he has pretty eyes. I wonder if he's single” Vessel smiles as all three of them walk together.

“The ivycakes thing was about his ass… i asked for a slice of his ass” III explains.

Both II and Vessel look over at III in surprise.

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