#SBI fanfiction

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dsmp fanfiction is just something else, isn't it? no other fandom does it like dsmp ff writers

[hivemindscape]

It's @sundial-at-night's (@tiny-cacti-magnet's) birthday today- September 24th

Sun is gone, but her soul lives on in the stories she created with such deep love. Lets appreciate them, dear fandom

Happy borth, Sunshine I miss you

New Deceit's an Old Design and subsequent pieces in the series were of great importance to Sun. She processed her scarring experiences and emotions through them. The adoration for the two brothers, and recognition from the fandom, helped her through unbelievably complicated times.

I would be beyond grateful if you gave any other of Sun's works a read. And if you have in the past, and showed support- thank you. Thank you for being with her on this journey. I know from her own words all of us made those last 3 years happier, easier.

Her chosen name was Rayna. She was a wonderful, strong, absolutely awe-inspiring person.

Keep her in your heart, if you can. And never ever forget about the impact your lives have on others'.

If you want to make a birthday gift of your own, or anything to commemorate her memory unrelated to today, please tag me, I'll cry tears of joy

[mavia-anon]

Pandora's Key

Tommy had been having a good day.

For once, in his fucking miserable life things had been going well.

He should have known it wouldn't last but never, not in his wildest dreams, could he have imagined it would go to shit this badly.

The fucking Blade bares down at him, all fucking six feet whatever of pure bloodlust and barely contained rage with a shimmering sword at his throat. Red eyes glowing behind a skull mask stare into his soul and he's saying something, Tommy thinks. Asking him questions or hissing threats, Tommy doesn't know. He cant-- he can't hear him over the sound of his blood pounding in his ears.

The sword at his throat digs in a little deeper, a sharp burning pain that makes Tommy full body flinch and that only makes the pain worse and there's blood on his skin and those red eyes narrow, just slightly and--

Tommy doesn't know how long has passed, but when he finally comes to, he's still in his apartment. The Blade standing a healthy distance from him with his sword sheathed at his side.

Not that he needs it to be able to kill Tommy in a hundred painful ways, but it settles his nerves, if just a little.

His hands are tied behind him, is the next thing Tommy becomes aware of, a dull ache in his shoulders as the bindings wrap tight from his wrists to his elbows. He's completely fucking helpless, not that he would have been able to fight before but at least he could move, could run could--

"Well then," The Blade starts as he sees Tommy blinking blearily up at him. "Where were we?"

When Tommy doesn't answer, the Blade crosses his arms over his chest. He can't see the villains face, but he can imagine the withering glare he must be giving him.

"The blueprints." The Blade demands.

For a moment, Tommy is confused. He doesn't have any damn blueprints, he works customer service at a restaurant, he's not a damn architect or engineer or anything that could be considered important.

And then he realises.

Tommy doesn't like to think about his life during his time with Dream. And even if he wanted to, he can't even remember half of it.

He knows that Dream loved him, a long time ago. In his own way. They were not quite brothers but- had things been different, if Dream wasn't a hero, they might have been. He knows if he thinks about it too long, his head gets fuzzy and reality feels like a distant concept and--

And there's one memory that sticks with him, as vivid as the moment it happened. Dream, with a resigned look in his eyes and a knife in his hand. Dream, who pinned Tommy to the ground and brought the knife down on his back.

Dream, who spent weeks making sure the scars stayed. Healed in jagged lines and burned edges.

Tommy swallows thickly, desperately trying to keep the sick feeling in his stomach under control. He'd never been able to look at what Dream had done to him. At what hours of torture had left him with. He could barely stand to think about it most days, even when after hours of working left his skin tender and the pain became bone deep, he could never bare to behold what lay there.

It would break him all over again, he thinks. To know what Dream valued more than him. Someone he used to claim he would burn the world for.

But with wide, horrified eyes, Tommy suspects he finally has an answer for all his unasked questions.

There are no blueprints, no carefully kept and cleverly hidden sheets of paper Tommy can fork over and then continue on with his life.

There is only Tommy, and the mottled expanse of scars on his back. Blueprints-- a map of Pandora's Vault. The prison in which Dream is currently rotting in. Where he should have stayed, forever.

And Tommy is the key that will let the beast free.

[lennjamin-o7]

Burden the Hand

The fabric on top of the cage was pulled off with a flourish. Technoblade flinched and closed his eyes at the sudden light. Gasps and murmurs and laughter grated on his heart as he struggled to clear his sight and mind. “-we were able to procure an avian hybrid for your royal highnesses,” The auctioneer said finally. Technoblade squinted, trying to see through the blurriness of the brightness. “Pulled directly from the traded territory of the Retired Tundra, only began presenting as a hybrid one month ago! This hybrid's instincts are well within the timeframe to make a perfectly docile pet.” Technoblade is an Avian hybrid. They are considered divine inside the Antarctic Empire. He did not live in the Antarctic Empire. He lived in Hypixel, where the Hybrid Market was alive and well. Technoblade is taken to be sold at the International Council, a meeting between many of the biggest kingdoms in the world. He meets the Emperor of the Antarctic Empire.

Make sure to read the tags.

[aureliagone]

I’m writing an SBI humans are space orcs AU where Tommy is nabbed. I’m trash.

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

New CK chapter :DD it’s longer this time but :] some fun stuff happens

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Covered Kindling is a sequel to Broken Rhythms, and is a Tommy-centric fic with 20k words so far and 3/8 chapters. It follows Tommy as he adapts to life and deals with his trauma after his kidnapping.

Summary:

Phil had a guitar; Tommy had noticed it on his second week in the house. It didn’t look like anything special, just kind of a guitar, but Phil never touched it. After a while of eyeing the thing, it started to make sense. It was older and definitely something that could snap like a twig if someone beat against it for more than a second. A delicate object he obviously kept away so no one would touch, and it simply rested in a stand in the corner of Phil and Kristin’s bedroom. Really, it was like he was asking for it to get stolen.

Or

A Broken Rhythms sequel where, after finally escaping a fourteen year kidnapping, Tommy is home. Learning to be happy is harder than he expected.

Taglist! Reblogs are super appreciated :]

@cupsmp @aliveburs @embers-archive @marvelously-queer @jeanbean16 @ghostlycrisis @phantoids @snaxle

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SBI Whumptober day 7

Old Injuries//Marked by death//"I feel like I lost a part of myself" -Emduo -Angst -2k words -Comfort/Happy ending To Love You is to Forgive You(To Hold You)

[starflake-burning]

My fic for the @mcytblraufest is posted! the art for this fic was done by @vpofcookies and this fic was beta'd by @smol5824 !

Thank you so much to this amazing team for making this project so much better!

Be sure to check out the other members of this team and all of the other works in the collection!

[deyna-d]

Today I Was Adopted By a Villain

Tommy is pleased that after his death he got into a novel he read once. In the end, he is a background character at most, and the whole drama of the plot certainly does not concern him.

But one day Philza Craft, the main antagonist of the story, comes and declares him his son.

[snekkyfics]

Snekker's Snippets #1

I swear I still write, just don't finish anything. But what's a tumblr blog if I can't post little bits of upcoming work?

(also Tumblr is throwing a fit with me about formatting so you get asterisks for now)

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He asks Wilbur.

Well- sort of.

They’re sitting on the couch together- also sort of. Tommy’s become painfully aware of how much space he’s given by the Crafts. Wilbur keeps a decent-sized gap between them no matter what, Techno won’t do so much as sit on the bed with Tommy when they’re reading, and Phil has to be asked before he’ll even sit next to him.

It’s very… different.

Which automatically makes it annoying, because it’s different and strange and Tommy has already decided that’s bad.

But anyway,

They’re sitting on the couch together and watching a movie.

Still sort of. Wilbur’s engrossed in his phone and Tommy’s deep in thought under the guise of appreciating being let out of his room for once in his life.

(He made that joke when Wilbur propositioned the living room. Wilbur didn’t… he didn’t react much.)

Tommy’s thinking. Deep in thought. Profound thought. Much more profound than the fancy vase covered with probably expensive drawings on the mantle next to the TV.

And the question just sort of comes out.

“Wilbur?”

“Hmm?”

“I…” Tommy scrambled for a way to approach this. He may not be able to hold out asking any longer but he’s certainly going to be careful.

He catches Wilbur turning his phone off out of the corner of his eye, and he races to just spit it out before the tables turn on him.

“If you had to live in a motel, would you be fine with it?”

It’s absolutely not the best metaphor for the situation, but it does keep Wilbur from getting any more alert to the situation, and fuck it, Tommy was on short notice.

“I don’t know.” is Wilbur’s casual, unsatisfying answer. “Never been in a motel.”

He shrugs, and goes back to watching the movie.

Then he goes back to his phone when it buzzes and Tommy realizes that what his whole answer.

He tries again.

“...how about a hotel then?”

Wilbur shrugs again, “I’ve stayed in a few in my lifetime.”

Tommy waits eagerly. Tapping his fingers against the worn fabric of the couch.

Wilbur goes back to texting.

“And?” Tommy prompts further.

“And?”

“If you had to live in one, would you be fine with it?” Tommy repeats.

Wilbur sort of half-laughs.

“Why would I be living in a hotel?” he grins, eyes still not off the phone.

Tommy finds himself starting to mentally squirm.

“You just... are.” he says.

Wilbur starts scrolling through something.

“Now why would I go live in a hotel when I can stick around here for a hundred a month?” he absently asks in that light, teasing tone he likes to use with Tommy.

“Well, including chores. But it’s still better rates than what Techno’s getting.” he adds.

“This all about beating Techno?” Tommy asks, starting to grin along.

“Always, dear child. Always.” Wilbur responds.

“’m not a child.”

“Of course, dear child, of course.”

Tommy resists the urge to smack Wilbur with any one of the many conveniently-placed throw pillows on the couch with them, and instead goes back for the answer he needs to know.

“But would you be fine with it?” he asks again.

“Fine with what?”

“The hotel.”

“What hotel?”

The urge to throw something at that bespectacled face grows ever stronger.

“You’re a real fucking piece of work to try to hold a fucking conversation with, you know?” Tommy finally groused.

“Well it might be easier to have a conversation with you if I knew what we were talking about.” Wilbur responded, finally looking back up from his phone. “Not really tracking… this.”

Tommy felt himself bristle.

“Can’t you just answer the fucking question?” he snapped, “Would you be fine if you had to live in a hotel, or not?”

Wilbur sighed, an dramatic thing made overly so as he let his head fall back onto the backrest of the couch in exasperation.

“Very well, child,” he groans, “I guess it would depend.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Tommy exclaims, although he feels like screaming.

“Means what it means.” Wilbur shrugged. “Why am I there? For how long do I live there? Is there a functional swimming pool?”

“Like that’s so important.”

“Extremely.” Wilbur says in mock sincerity, looking over at Tommy.

“What’s this all about, anyway?”

Tommy scowls, sinking down more into the couch. “Nothing.”

He thinks Wilbur watches him for a hot second, but when Tommy steals another glance over Wilbur is, once again, busy on his damned phone.

So Tommy and his still aching mind turn back to the movie and his ruminations. Neither comforted or unsettled or really any different from before.

Wilbur is fucking bad at this.

And Tommy is really fucking piss poor at metaphors. He’ll blame his piss-poor life.

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Expert from the up-and-coming second chapter of Bummerland!

[edgarallanpoestan]

@voicesfortheblade work number two is POSTED!!!! sbi game night fluff lets goooo

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Some Fic Recs

I've been reading a lot of fanfiction lately and also organizing my Ao3 bookmarks into collections, so I thought I might as well share some recommendations on here.

Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation:

if you ever feel alone, don’t - a fun texting fic about the juniors trying to get WangXian together

save a sword, ride a socialist - very unhinged modern au fake dating WangXian, but also very fun and mostly lighthearted

on the unfortunate termination of your betrothal - approx. 15 years post-canon Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui that somehow end up in some sort of situationship after Lan Sizhui's fiancée calls off the wedding; it's very tender and just a lot of emotions

Gremlin Twitter Boyfriend - a lovely multivoice cast podfic, modern au fake dating WangXian, just very funny and lighthearted

Dream SMP/SBI:

How to Smile with Bloody Teeth - bedrock bros fluff where Tommy is the blood god and Techno is his last devout believer; it also has two sequels, one about Phil and on about Wilbur; a lot of very fun dramatic irony in the entire series

It's Not Arson, It's Team-building - tntduo modern au where they're both counselors at a summer camp and Wilbur is very melancholy because it's his last summer as a counselor

six fly amongst bloody stars - Aria Cinabun's lesser known space au, I believe, where Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, Purpled, Drista and Lani are a crew of space vigilantes that accept a job to kidnap senator Nihachu in order to save a planet which makes them the number one most wanted criminals in the galaxy

take this compass, follow it home - a sbi foster fic that deals with neurodivergency and self-worth issues; it's not sad but defintely heavy at times

[Podfic] CLASSIFIEDS. - a multivoice podfic, SCP au sbi told through incident reports and files on supernatural beings that are being held at the SCP foundation

Stray Kids RPF:

the book of us: electricity - Seungjin highschool au, they meet by chance on twitter during Seungmin's second to last year of highschool; just a very real down-to-earth story about teenagers, not knowing what the future holds and about not living the teenage dream; it also has a very eloquent writing style imo

pathos prairie - Minsung modern au, slice-of-life, in which Han has OCD and struggles with internalized homophobia, very down-to-earth, has a reoccurring them of the number 3 which ties in with the OCD plot, has its tender moments but also gets quite heavy

Merlin:

The Student Prince - modern university au with magic Merthur, where Merlin is the most powerful wizard of his generation and supposed to protect Arthur, but Arthur is also his roommate and really fucking annoying (I linked the podfic bc it's very lovely, but you can obviously also read it)

FayJay's Merlin fics are generally very good, if you want to check them out after the Student Prince

feel free to also check out my collections for more recs or shoot me a message, I have lots of more fics to rec that I haven't bookmarked yet (bc alas I'm super bad at bookmarking, I usually forget):

1 Fics that rewired my brain | Archive of Our Own - some of my favourite fics of all time that I consider to be masterpieces in their own right

2 Rain's Favourite Fics | Archive of Our Own - all my bookmarks sorted into subcollections by ship or fandom

4 Rain's Podfic Collection | Archive of Our Own - most of the podfics I've listened to, but unfiltered, so doesn't necessarily mean that I enjoyed them

[diplomia]

i updated my uquiz (if ur looking 4 fic recs take the quiz 4 some)

[mavia-anon]

SBI Whumptober Day 6 - coughing up blood // choking // "just breathe."

This particular prompt is getting a spotlight here because I like it. If you wanna check out everything else I've written for SBI Whumptober so far you can find it on my ao3 here. This is also longer than what I'd usually post on Tumblr so sorry about that

CW: dark SBI, possessive behaviour, vampire Tommy got turned against his will, (but that's not shown, just mentioned)

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There's a hunger like never before gnawing at Tommy's bones.

He's no stranger to going hungry, he spent most of his childhood being half starved and weak because of it. But even that doesn't compare to the hunger and the pain he feels now.

"Just rest," a gentle voice soothes, a cold hand carding through his hair. "You can eat soon."

Tommy whines pathetically, under the hunger pangs that make his stomach twist, there's an ache in his heart at the sound of the voice. Wilbur's voice, a slightly more coherent part of him, recognises.

He's supposed to trust Wilbur, right? They're friends – brothers almost. He remembers joking about that once, he thinks. It feels like it was a lifetime ago.

But as awareness slowly creeps back into his mind, Tommy remembers more. He had trusted not just Wilbur, but his whole family – Techno and Phil, where are they?

Tommy whines again, some new and unfamiliar part of his mind crying about the loss of… something. The ache in his heart worsens.

His family. Tommy trusted them – had trusted them. He trusted them with so much. With his fears and his vulnerabilities, with his physical wellbeing, with his fucking heart.

Fuck, he even trusted them with Henry. The stupid ratty cow plush that was his only memory of his biological family. And what did he get in return? Backstabbed – no, neckstabbed by Phil the moment he could admit he loved them.

"Wil," Tommy whines. "Wil what did you do t' me?"

"Don't worry about it, moonlight," Wilbur dismisses quickly. "You love us, right?"

Tommy whines again, confused and uncertain. Because he does. He loves them so much it hurts him sometimes but… but love shouldn't hurt like this, should it?

"You fuckin' turned me," Tommy whispers brokenly, the start of tears pooling in his eyes. "I told you I'd never want this."

The hand in his hair tightens painfully, and Tommy whines once more, moving his head to try and shake Wilbur off.

"Sorry, moonlight," the hand retracts completely and Tommy has to bite back a whimper. "Just… don't say things like that, alright?"

Tommy doesn't offer a response, he hardly feels smart enough to argue with Wilbur on a good day, but now, with his head stuffed full of cotton and the hunger overtaking his every thought, it feels almost impossible.

"I'm hungry," Tommy says after a long moment. "Do you think Phil'll make me pancakes again?"

"I don't think so, moonlight," Wilbur says gently.

Tommy frowns. "What's up with you callin' me that?" He mumbles. "Though' I was your sunshine, or whatever."

"You were – you still are," Wilburs hand returns to his hair, sharp nails scratching at his scalp softly. "But you're like us now. Still yourself of course, just. Changed. Moonlight is only a darker reflection of the sun, after all, and now you're ours. I thought it was fitting."

Tommy hums a non answer. Wilbur has always been poetic about shit like that, but Tommy feels too distant to really understand the words properly. It's nice to hear him talk though, his voice has always been calming.

Tommy breathes deep, content to listen as Wilbur continues rambling on. He can't sleep, as much as he wants to, the hunger is constant. But he’s fine, for now, he's certainly lived through worse.

Like being bitten and turned by a vampire.

The thought comes unbidden and Tommy frowns to himself, but the sound of a door opening steals his attention quickly enough that he doesn't have to think too deeply yet.

He feels the presence of two people enter the nest, an unfamiliar bond between them that feels like family. And with them, the sweetest smell reaches Tommys nose.

He sits up instantly, his hunger growing with a vengeance at the smell. Phil and Techno stand in the doorway, wide smiles on their faces and a fondness in their eyes Tommy has never seen before.

“Hey mate,” Phil greets him with a soft voice and Tommy makes an odd noise in return, something eerily close to a bird call. “Wow, you're deep in your instincts, huh? Makes this next part easier I guess.”

Both Wilbur and Techno chuckle at that and Tommy whines lowly. The sweet smell is only getting stronger, and Tommy is just so hungry. Whatever his sire is hiding, Tommy needs to have it – to sink his teeth into it and–

“Come here, Toms, I’ve got your food right here.”

Tommy doesnt waste a moment, scrambling out of Wilburs arms and off the bed, rushing headfirst into Phil, an unpracticed rumbling purr spilling from his lips.

That's… that's weird, right? Tommy blinks, awareness seeping back in for a moment. He shouldn't– something is wrong.

“Shh,” Phil hushes. “It’s okay, I'm here, just focus on me. You want to eat, don't you?”

A haze he hadn't noticed before falls over Tommys mind. It feels safe, warm. Phil purrs at him and somehow he knows it means his sire is content. Tommy lets himself sink into the haze.

“Good,” Phil praises. “Techno, if you would?”

Tommy blinks, and suddenly something is at his lips and the sweet smell becomes overwhelming.

He bites down on the thing in front of him instinctively, and distantly he hears Techno hiss in pain off to the side. Tommy hardly cares though, there's something thick and rich on his tongue, almost as sweet as the smell still in the air but almost tainted somehow.

Tommy feels himself being moved and gently the finger – Technos finger, he realises – is pried from his mouth. Before he can even whine in complaint, there's something else pushed in front of him. It's the source of the sweet smell, Tommys stomach cramps and he bites down without another thought.

The taste on his tongue is heavenly, as thick and rich as before, but it's not spoiled this time. It tastes fresh and it feels hot as it spills down his throat and warms his stomach. Tommy drinks and drinks and drinks until he is full, his hunger finally sated.

He pulls back, the haze over his mind is gone and he blinks the blurriness from his eyes–

To find a body cradled in his lap.

Tommy screams and scrambles backwards, staring wide eyed at the pale and bloodied person in front of him.

They're not moving, not breathing– they're– 

Tommy brings a hand up to his lips. They're wet and sticky to the touch and as Tommy looks at his fingertips, he sees a deep red blood staining them.

Oh god.

His stomach lurches, his breath quickens.

Oh fucking god. There’s no way– he wouldn't have–

Tommy gags, rolling onto his side as he focuses on the sick feeling. There's still blood in his mouth and Tommy's breath hitches with the force of his sudden sobs.

He's choking. He can't breathe, he can't remember how to anymore.

His guts twist.

Oh god.

“Hey, it's alright, I'm right here, look at me.”

That's Techno. That's Technoblade talking to him in his deep rumbling voice. Warm hands grab him, but it's okay. It's okay, it's just Technoblade, right? Technoblade would never hurt him, he promised. 

“Just breathe,” Techno soothes. “You're gonna be okay, I promise.”

Tommy settles at that. Techno… Techno would never break a promise.

He promised to protect Tommy, and he had. He promised to love Tommy, and despite everything he does.

They all promised not to turn him.

But… but if Techno promises everything will be okay.

Tommy retches again. There's still blood in his mouth, staining every inch of him. He's scared, he's so, so tired.

The haze creeps over his mind, and Tommy willingly sinks into it.

His coven will keep him safe. They love him, afterall. Even if they hurt him.

[lennjamin-o7]

Death Shall Come on Swift Wings to Him Who Disturbs the Peace of the King

Chapter 4

Technoblade was just a normal student-wait, scratch that. Technoblade was a fantastic student. But being a fantastic student doesn't protect you from the end of the world. Somehow, the Dead God has returned. And he has returned angry. He is committed to the death of the entire human race. Until he stops. And he demands the entire world bring him one person. One person, and then the reign of terror ends. But by the wing, why does that one person have to be Technoblade? or; Philza is an awakened God that wants revenge, until he realizes his murdered bestie was reincarnated. Now he just wants his best friend back. Technoblade wants to not be murdered by an all powerful god with attachment issues.

[aureliagone]

Potential SBI fanfic titles/prompts from Will Wood lyrics

You’ve got a friend in me, let’s go make more enemies (from Willard!)

I get dressed up in shadows one leg at a time, we’re so alike (from I / Me / Myself)

The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to (from 2Econd 2Ight 2Eer)

I’m just a psycho babe, come and go out my mind (from 2Econd 2Ight 2Eer)

And I’m getting better one forever at a time (from 2Econd 2Ight 2Eer)

Home is where the heart is/you ain’t homeless, but you’re heartless (from Suburbia Overture)

lmk if y’all want a part two! I enjoy doing this lol