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fl1nt-and-st33l · 4 years

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Tubbo in a box

Lmao I'm changing Tubbos story for this au completely, so uwu. Also this is my first official Sleepybois inc. monster au fic so uh yeah enjoy babes. This fic specifically was greatly inspired by @157-bees and the wonderful anons there. I wanted to say again this au is new and changing all the time so sorry if it’s confusing.

Schlatt sat on his dirty broken-in couch with a bottle in his hand. He looked at the papers he had scattered across the table trying to find a place to start. Ok, first things first the company. He knew it would be hard in the beginning stages and he’s willing to power through but fuck it was stressful. Not to mention the ram horns on his head don't attract business partners and customers. Humans didn't like hybrids much, especially hybrid shapeshifters. He sighs then turns to his stack of loans and taxes he has to pay. He leans back into the weird-smelling couch he bought on craigslist and takes a drink of his beer. He winces at the taste of the cheap booze but still continues to drink finding some comfort from the can. He stares at the ceiling for a minute but then sits up and begins his paperwork.

A mother cries looking up at the altar. She begs to the same god she has been praying to for the past year. She begs the god to undo the same blessing she begged the god to grant a year ago. She hardly calls it a blessing anymore though. She used to call her gift from the gods her son, but now she calls it her curse. She blames the child for her misery. She believes the child's animal-like cries are what caused her husband to leave. She believes the child's cough is what caused the crops to shrivel. She knew since day one the child was going to ruin her life. Why else would it have the ears and tail of a cow? Only monsters have features that aren't human. Ever since she was a girl she heard the stories of savage monsters roaming the forest with features of an animal. She wants nothing more but the child to be gone. She doesn't care if she gets sick again; she just wants to be free from the monster's presents.

In the morning Schlatt woke up to stiff and aching joints. He sighs annoyed at the pain and inconvenience of his joint pain. He just HAD to fall asleep on the couch in an awkward position. He sighs again, getting up ignoring the pain. He dragged himself to his bathroom and tries to fix the bags under his eyes with some water to the face and a quick cold shower. He brushes his teeth in an attempt to get the taste of beer out of his mouth. After his normal morning routine plus his 15-minute hair routine, he uses his shapeshifting ability to hide his horns, going outside. As he walks to work he brainstorms about ideas for marketing and what the target audience is.

The mother runs as fast as her legs can carry her. She rejected her gift from the gods angering them. She runs to the woods failing to notice she was in the same place she first begged for her now cursed gift. This didn't make the god she prayed to happy.

After another long day at work and wanting nothing but to sit down with a beer, he finally gets to walk home. It's late and dark but he can't find himself to care much for his own safety. After all, if anyone wanted to mess with him they'd be met with horns headbutting them in the gut. As he walks he hears something across the street. Confused, he tries to listen and realizes it sounds like a hurt baby cow calling for its mom. While it's not uncommon for families on this side of the village to abandon sick cattle he can’t help but want to check it out. After all what if the cow had like two heads or something, that would be funny. He crosses the street and looks into a box where the sound is coming from to find a small baby in a paper-thin blanket crying. Yeah, that's not a cow. He looks closer at the baby and finds that their ears are much like a cow...huh so the kid is a hybrid too. Once the child notices Schlatt looking at him, he reaches out wanting to be picked up. Schlatt nervously looks around trying to see who the baby is reaching for. Once he realizes the baby wants HIM he nervously picks up the child not knowing what to do. The baby being comforted by the man calms down. Exhausted from crying all day the baby falls asleep in Schlatts arms. He feels a wave of responsibility and kindness run over him compelling him to take the child home with him. When he arrives home with the child in his arms he doesn't notice a letter that was slid under his door that said the loan company was forgiving 25% of his debt.

#Sleepy bois inc monster!au #jschlatt #BeeBoi!Tubbo #tubbo #dadschlatt #My writing

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sbi-au-ideas · 3 years

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Phil is a human who’s being hunted down by kings across the lands.

He hears of a forest that is infested with monsters that murder ruthlessly. The survivors are haunted with bloody nightmares. He learns about a town that got driven to madness, chased out.

So Phil grabs everything he has and marches straight forward. Because if no one goes into the forest, then no one will bother Phil. He can only hope the monsters don’t mind his presence too much.

It takes a while, but he finds the village. It is run down and dusty, and surprisingly, the forest hasn’t touched it.

Phil respects the forest, going out to a town for supplies instead of hunting. He carves a corvid from wood and leaves it on the forests edge. It’s gone by the morning.

Months go by without Phil slipping up. He doesn’t hunt or forage, and he leaves gifts on the edge.

Until one day a crow lands on his doorstep. It somehow convinces him to follow, leading him into the forest. Honeyed chirps keep his suspicions from rising past anything more than a quirked eyebrow.

Eventually he comes to a clearing, and meets the monsters.

They’re… children?

#philza centric #sbi fic idea #sleepy bois inc #sleepy boys inc #fae au #monster au #forest au

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elipsis-art · 3 years

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felt like making SBI monsters so we got some siren!wilbur, vampire!techno, selkie!tommy, and whatever the fuck bird creature phil is

#my art #sleepy boys inc #sleepy bois inc #sbi monster au #tw scopophobia

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tea-with-veth · 4 years

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Philza Minecraft is a Demon Hunting Dad AU

@lumberjack-halt was talking about this Dadza as a demon hunter AU, and it stole my entire heart, so I ended up a modern AU snippet inspired by it. I can’t wait to see what she ends up doing with the idea!

Philza knows that he doesn’t look particularly professional. Techno’s getting graham cracker crumbs everywhere, Wilbur looks like he’s on the verge of either a tantrum or a child-sized stroke, and Tommy-- Tommy is just loud. He’s not crying or anything, just babbling off a string of nonsense words at an ungodly volume. Philza doesn’t understand how he does it. His lungs should really be too small for that much noise.

But he does his best to at least look like he knows what he’s doing. It’s not working though, and he knows it, judging by the look the real estate agent is giving him. “Are you sure you’re ready to do this tonight, Mr…?”

“Philza is fine,” he says, switching Techno to the other hip. Tommy hums noisily in his ear from his place tied to Phil’s back between his enormous grey and white wings. “Yes, I’ll be quite alright. Though I’d appreciate it if perhaps you could...watch the boys?”

The retail agent gives him a look. Oh well, it was worth trying. Wilbur tugs on his father’s jacket and Philza leans down so he can whisper in his ear.

“I don’t like her,” Wilbur announces to him, not whispering, unfortunately. The lady-- dammit, what was her name?-- gives him another look, this one more scathing than the last. Phil winces internally. I fucking hate kids, he thinks, as he does at least twice a day. Not that it’s true, but still. Being a single father of three and keeping up his career is really more than should be expected of any man. Especially in his line of work.

“You couldn’t have gotten a babysitter?” the woman asks, and Philza sighs, pulling out another cracker for Techno and setting him down on the floor where he happily begins distributing more crumbs on the 100-year-old Persian rug.

Phil passes another cracker over his shoulder to Tommy, which should keep the kid quiet for at least thirty seconds. “Techno scared off the last one, and it’s like they’ve all got a grapevine or something. I’ve been blacklisted by every teenager within thirty miles.” The ones willing to come were asking for ridiculous sums of money for an evening watching children. Phil supposed he understood that hybrids weren’t very common, and his four-year-old son could be a little….bloodthirsty. But still. “They’re very self-sufficient.”

“That one is a baby,” she-- what was her name?-- says pointing at Tommy, who is trying to shove his graham cracker down the back of Philza’s jacket.

“Tommy stays with me. He’s my partner.” Phil wished she’d laugh at the joke, he could feel the woman judging him.

She just gives him a look though. “As long as the job gets done, I suppose.”

“Ghosts will be out of the house by morning. Guaranteed.” And a nice check would be in his bank account, enough for a proper Christmas this year. Tommy’s first Christmas in the house too and the first one Techno would remember, most likely. He should really be putting thought into presents. Would it be irresponsible to give Techno a weapon?

Real Estate Lady snaps him out of his reverie. “You have my number. Call me if there are any… complications? And try not to damage the house, practically everything here is antique.” She shoots Techno, who is crumbling his cracker in his hands for the fun or it, a dirty look. The kid looks up as if can sense it and snarls at her, revealing two tiny nubby tusks. She looks a little pale and Philza tries to hide a grin. He’s a very proud Dad.

“Absolutely,” Phil promises. “A minor haunting like this is very routine.”

One final look and the Real Estate Lady is gone. Thank goodness.

“Okay, mates,” Phil says. “You know the drill. Wilbur, you’re in charge of Techno. Which walkie-talkie do you want?”

“Yellow,” he always wants yellow, but he always wants to be asked too.

Some would say that leaving a seven-year-old and a four-year-old alone in a probably-haunted-house was a bad idea. It kind of was, but Philza couldn’t concentrate while trying to wrangle the two of them, and he wasn’t gonna leave them alone in the car. Besides, Techno is usually content by himself, and Wilbur is nothing if not independent. He drops the bag, containing an assorted mix of snacks, coloring books, crayons (in a box labeled do not let Techno eat), various matchbox cars, and an ancient iPod shuffle with a pair of headphones from Philza’s college days (Wilbur’s prized possession).

“Keep an eye on Wilbur,” Phil says, giving Techno’s pink fluff of hair an affectionate ruffle. His son offers a grunt of agreement. The kid isn’t much for talking, and honestly, with Wilbur’s million-miles-an-hour chatter, and Tommy’s sheer volume Philza occasionally longs for the peaceful days when it was just him and his first son. Not that he’d trade his boys for anything, but still, some quiet would be much appreciated.

He offers Tommy another cracker, trying to distract him from pulling at his poor feathers. He’s not entirely sure where the last cracker disappeared to, but that’s a mystery for later. He grabs the green walkie-talkie, and double-checks the batteries, just in case. “I’m going to the top floor first, apparently there were paranormal sightings in the attic. Wilbur, what are the rules?”

Phil may be a father who brings his kids on his hunts for supernatural creatures causing chaos in the mortal realm, but he likes to believe he does it responsibly. They have rules for a reason, and he watches with satisfaction as Wilbur counts them off on his fingers. “No stealing, no breaking, no touching things you don’t understand, don’t negotiate with demons or ghosts, be polite to anything you don’t understand, call you if I see something weird.”

“And?”

“And after I call you, go to the car.” That last bit was Wilbur’s least favorite rule. He always wanted to be part of the action, something brought about by his ridiculous lack of fear and insatiable curiosity. Someday, when he was older Phil thought he’d make a rather good partner if he could learn not to stick his nose where it might get bitten.

Philza double-checks, making sure Tommy’s securely tied to his back, his flashlight has batteries, his phone is charged, and the various accouterments of his profession are in order. “I’ll be in touch,” he says and begins to slowly climb the creepy ornate staircase up to the top floors.

Tommy babbles loudly behind him, and he tries to shush the noisy child. “Come on, mate, it’s well past your bedtime. Don’t you want to sleep?” Jokes on him, Tommy never wants to sleep. It’s like the kid drinks coffee instead of apple juice. They reach the first landing, and Philza gives the lightswitch an experimental flip. Nothing. The real estate agent told them that there were problems with the wiring, but Phil has enough experience to guess the real issue is something a little more... paranormal.

He reaches the second floor and reaches for the EMF reader. From the sound of the various strange noises and frightening sightings by previous occupants the agent explained in her email, this is probably some leftover resident of the house with an unresolved issue. If he’s lucky, he’ll be able to lay the shade to rest. If he’s unlucky, he’ll have to take more...forceful measures. If he’s very unlucky, something far more sinister.

Phil is usually unlucky. He’s also, illogically, an optimist.

The walkie talkie attached to his belt crackles, and Wilbur’s thin voice comes wailing through. “Dad, Techno’s chewing on my headphones, and he’s hoarding all the cars.”

“Fucking kids,” Philza mutters good-naturedly, before radioing back, “Wil, walkie-talkies are for emergencies only. Techno, leave your brother’s headphones alone, that’s just gross.”

Wilbur mumbles an apology, and he hears some noises of complaint from Techno, and he and baby are left in the quiet again.

Tommy’s gone silent. Phil would be thankful, but instead, he’s nervous. He wasn’t exactly joking about the baby being his partner. He’s learned the hard way that his youngest has something of a sixth sense-- Tommy doesn’t shut up unless there’s trouble or he’s sleeping. The EMF reader isn’t picking anything up, and the light of his flashlight burns steady, picking up old furniture covered by sheets and a dusty grandfather clock. Nothing out of the ordinary, but Phil feels cold and unsettled. He hesitates and begins moving up the second flight of stairs.

Something is wrong, and Phil can’t put his finger on it.

Tap tap tap.

The noise sounds like it’s coming from behind him. Phil spins around, his flashlight beam skittering wildly across the ground, but no, nothing is there.

He starts up the steps again, more slowly this time. They’re almost to the attic, but something is wrong. “What do you think, mate?” he whispers to Tommy, who just sighs contentedly. At least someone feels safe.

There’s a sudden burst of static and he reaches for the walkie-talkie, partly relieved for the distraction. He’s an old hat at this game, but his heart rate is uncomfortably fast right now.

“Dad?” Wilbur’s voice comes through, and the sound of it makes Phil’s chest freeze over.

Wilbur is scared.

Wilbur is not easy to scare.

Something is very very not okay.

“I’m right here,” he says, and he waits for the response. It’s probably not serious, he tells himself firmly. You’re jumpy. Techno probably broke something and he’s scared to tell me.

That’s not what Wilbur says, though. “Dad, there’s something in the room.”

Phil has already turned around, making his way cautiously down the stairs. “What kind of thing?”

The silence is too long. Phil moves faster. Four seconds, five, and finally Wilbur’s voice whispers, “It’s got a lot of teeth.”

Caution is abandoned in an instant, and Phil bolts down the stairs, his feet pounding on the creaking old wood. “Wil!” he shouts as he barrels into the old living room, and stops suddenly. He sees it all in one instant: Wilbur is standing very still in the center of the room, Techno’s hands in fists, clutching his brother’s coat. The crayons and cars are scattered around the room, goldfish crumbs creating yellow constellations on the carpet. The boys are watching him, eyes fixed in expressions of terror.

There is something behind them.

In the darkness of the room it’s hard to see much. Eyes like glowing brands. Claws as long as Philza’s forearm.

Lots of teeth.

Fuck.

It’s so close to the boys, and Phil is afraid of what the thing will do if he takes a step forward.

“Dad,” Wil says. Techno is trying to look fierce, but it’s not working. They’re both so brave, Phil thinks, but it’s not a good time to be proud.

“Get away from them,” he says. “This is a warning.”

The creature makes a twisted, gurgling sound. Laughter. “Funny,” it says, in a voice tinged with darkness. It sounds wrong like it’s not supposed to be able to speak. “Tasty.” One of those enormous claws snakes forward and brushes against Wilbur’s face. The boy flinches, his eyes fixed pleadingly on Phil.

One wrong move and that creature could tear his son to shreds before Phil could scream his name.

“Stop,” Techno snaps, baring his teeth at the figure. “Leave’m alone.”

The creature laughs again, the claws scraping against skin, and Phil sees a single spot of red bloom against Wilbur’s cheek.

His hands move before his mind, reading for the pocket pistol he keeps close.

He fires two shots into the creature's head.

Tommy starts to scream, and Techno, startled into movement, takes advantage of the creature’s distraction to pull his brother away. Phil advances, emptying the rest of the bullets into the monster. It shrieks and writhes, and then, finally, falls silent, a twisted collection of broken limbs and dripping teeth, staining the ancient rug.

Phil falls to his knees as his boys collapse into his arms. He clutches them tightly as he can. “Are you hurt?”

Wil pulls away, a small red line against his cheek. Phil digs through his bag and applies a bandaid. Techno curls up in his lap, trembling a bit, and he rumbles the boy’s hair. “You were both very brave,” he says, and they look proud.

“Next time can we go with you?” Wilbur says, hopefully. “Since we were very brave?”

Phil sighs, releasing the adrenaline pounding through his veins. “Next time I’m getting a babysitter. Come on, I’m taking you home, it’s way past your bedtime.” He stands, picking up Techno and bouncing him on his hip. He looks for Wilbur, who is creeping towards the carcass, eyes alight with curiosity. Fear doesn’t last very long with that kid.

“I’ll make hot chocolate,” he offers, and Wilbur scampers back, slipping his hand into Phil’s.

They walk back to the car. Eventually, Phil will have to call the real estate agent, return to clean up his mess and make sure that he didn’t miss anything and apologize for ruining that carpet. But tonight he’s going to make hot chocolate and popcorn and put on a movie, and let Wilbur and Techno stay up until they fall asleep in a pile on the couch.

After all, he may be a professional, but he’s a father first.

#sleepy boys inc #Philza #philza minecraft #wilbur soot #TW: blood (a little)#Tw: creepy monsters #Tw: blood #tw: shooting #tommy innit #tommyinnit #technoblade #Demon hunter AU #dadza #teahound writes

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itty-bitty-rainbow · 3 years

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Since @baka-monarch made a post about a sbi monster inc AU, I knew I had to draw it.

:Original post below:

#sbi #sleepy bois fanart #monster inc au #tommyinnt #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #doodles #it’s 2am #i need to go to bed

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napsfor-technoblade · 4 years

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New au but its literally just a monster au, very overused but I love it-

Bad's a demon with an entity attached to him

Skeppy's a cursed human fused with diamonds

Dream's a mix of two things; one's a zombie and the other is unknown

Sapnap's controls fire, no one really knows if he's a cursed human or he's a different species

George is predicted to be human, spoiler alert, he's not :) he's a glitch

Phil is, well, winged

Techno was cursed (pig ears and a pigtail) and has a shitton of stamina and strength, as does Dream

Wilbur is a ghost, though there isn't anything indicating how he died other than heavy eye bags and a runny nose

Fundy is a kitsune cause I'm basic

Eret can use mind control and his eyes glow white, no one knows what he is

MERMAN KARL FUCK YOU /lh

Tommy, Tubbo, and Niki are humans/presumed human

Tommy, Tubbo, and Niki walk far from the village they live in, Niki only came along to watch them because they get into a lot of trouble by themselves. They find an abandoned house on a hill, and since there was no one around, that meant no authorities were around, meaning they could explore the abandoned building.

Turns out it wasn't abandoned, and it housed a bunch of monsters :)

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vixxenfox · 4 years

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You know how in monster AUs, Tommy’s usually a demon/dreamon? Hear me out, Tommy is the oldest out of everyone in the SBI, but because of a Dreamon’s slow maturing cycle he still acts like a kid. So Tommy sees them as younger than him but he’s always thought of as the younger brother even though he’s like 100s-1000s of years old.

Basically, Tommy’s older than even Phil in the AU but everyone else grows up faster than Tommy.

#monster au #sbi #sleepy bois inc #philza minecraft #tommyinnit #Wilbur soot #Technoblade #mcyt #dreamon #demon #dreamon Tommy

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berryblu-arts · 3 years

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Ok so this AU is slowly becoming it's own thing and less of a by the book spectrum AU where dsmp characters fill in for my own character's roles. I'm glad but also the vibes im getting for it now are kinda as if it was bleach and kyoukai no kanata inspired????? Which is really weird lol

Also depending on what character group you focus the story feels different lol

#Bench trio is living a cottagecore urban fantasy AU with cryptids #Technoblade is on his main character magical girl arc; hunting monsters in exchange for money or such #(no i will not be making him wear any frilly magical girl stuff ahsgshsgsgsf)#Phil is living a slice of life found family AU #And wilbur is living a small town highschool AU #lmanburg is just a very melodramatic friend group lmao #so yea #sorry for the several text posts im supposed to be an art account :(((#cant draw rn cause i have school and taking out my drawing tablet is more inconvenient than just typing something up #so yea :/#dsmp #dsmp AU #spectrum AU #bench trio #sbi #sleepy bois inc #shut up sheo

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nomsfaultau · 1 year

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Another mini-arc of Fault is being released. Fault is an SCP SBI AU that deals with themes of dealing with the trauma and guilt of surviving, The SCP Foundation’s system of oppression, and naturally found family. The first arc is Tommy and Tubbo-centric, focusing on the sacrifices needed to survive, and then broadens to fully introduce the rest of the Sleepy Bois, alternative morality systems, and new terrible mental health strategies. While the story does get dark, it makes the moments of love shine all the brighter. Even if humanity hates them, these monsters have each other’s backs.

Mind the tags, and enjoy.

#wanted to do a fun art piece but my phone is to broken rip #writing a description was so weird. Cause the plot is so convoluted at this point I don't think a summary would be useful. At all.#like i could explain how the new chapter is abt Wilbur selling his blood to an eldritch monster in exchange for protection from his trigger #after he was left sole defender of the group as a combo of the cost of a blood god's rampage #+ Philza being completely stripped of his identity humanity and memories #and the bitterness of trying to retain familiarity with someone you love even though they're practically a stranger now #while tubbos arc is bubbling in the background as they start poorly coping with chronic pain/disability/resentment/relying on ppl they abho #and the growing hints of the magic systems lore and planting the seeds for later metafictional themes #this whole mini-arc is mostly foreshadowing for HUGE problems later on #mmmm i should stop rambling #fault au #sleepy bois inc #sbi #sbi au #sbi fic #dark sbi #sbi scp au #technoblade #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #philza #tubbo #clingy duo #scp au #scp fic #scp foundation #sbi fanfic #something to nom on

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mistymoorlight · 3 years

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Hi folks I’m preoccupied with my otome game au BUT I’ve just had a very fun au idea if any of y’all want to pick it up in my stead

Please consider: one of those racing aus, but it’s abt technoblade and he has a monster truck. I have nothing more to say that’s the au

#I don’t know jack shit abt monster trucks but like. if anyone DOES #feel free #dsmp #dream smp #dreamsmp #mcyt #sleepy boys inc #techno #technoblade #au idea

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 2 years

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I Feel Like A Monster

by MightBeASyren

"It all started with a necklace. Well, it actually all started with birth, but the necklace is what has caused Tommy’s most recent problem."

Hybrid SBI AU where found family finds family!!!!

Words: 3100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, No Romantic Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Platonic Life Partners Technoblade & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Platonic Cuddling, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Piglin Hybrid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Raccoon Hybrid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phantom Hybrid Wilbur Soot, Elytrian Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Hybrid Instincts, Light Kidnapping, just a little bit, Hurt/Comfort, TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Gets a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), they are family your honor, Good Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Good Parent Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Good Older Sibling Wilbur Soot, Kid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), he smol, Orphan TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), not anymore tho, Tommyinnit gets a family, Not Beta Read, author is too tired to get a beta, SHIPPERS DNI THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

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fl1nt-and-st33l · 4 years

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Different Families

I am so tired please take this lazy addition to my monster au. I need to stop writing when i'm sleep deprived

Jschlatt is once again woken up by the cries of the child in the next room. He sighs and drags himself out of his bed to take care of the child he’s named Tubbo. He’s only had Tubbo for a week, besides his conflicted feelings and sleep deprived-ness he loves the kid. He doesn’t understand why but ever since he first held Tubbo he’s been...happier. He hasn’t been able to say that for a long time. He picks up Tubbo and tries to get him to calm down for the 3rd time tonight. Geez, how do people do it? Maybe it was harder for him since he was 17, or maybe his parents made it look easy. Well, probably not the latter one considering his parents completely abandoned him 3 years ago. Assholes. He snaps out of his thoughts when he notices Tubbo gripping his sweater. Tubbo yawns and falls asleep leaning against Schlatts chest. Schlatt once again sighs holding small Tubbo closer to him. Maybe things aren't that bad. He holds onto Tubbo for a second longer before putting him back in his crib and going to bed himself. Yeah, it's going to be ok.

“TOMMY GET THAT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH” Philza puts down Technos wooden sword and runs over to a baby Tommy who’s trying to eat a rock. Techno snatches back his sword and hits Wilbur who hasn’t stopped singing the same 3 lines over and over again. It’s 3am and all Philza wants to do is sleep. After struggling to get the rock out of Tommy’s mouth he dragged 16-year-old Techno and Wilbur to their shared room. He tells them they can argue in the morning but now they have to sleep or they’ll be grounded for the next week. They trip over each other getting ready for bed. Phil goes back to the living room to find Tommy asleep in his playpen. He picks up Tommy and takes him to his crib. After laying Tommy down in his crib Phil is finally able to take a goddamn shower. He loves his kids more the anything but fuck sometimes they can be so exhausting. He takes a warm shower and lets himself relax till Tommy starts screaming because he’s not in the same place he fell asleep in. After another 10 minutes of soothing Tommy, the little gremlin finally goes back to sleep. Phil sighs and holds Tommy for just a minute longer before putting him in his crib again. Philza finally lays in bed and is able to sleep for four hours till he hears Techno and Wilbur yelling at each other over Tommys screams. He sighs, putting on a robe and dragging himself downstairs to find all of his kids covered in pancake flour. The boys continue yelling about the recipe and who's going to wake up Phil for their surprise breakfast.

Word count: 480

Date posted: 12/23/2020

#Sleepy bois inc monster!au #I should probs change the name huh?#Any ideas on a name change #dadschlatt #plantboi!tommy #winged!philza #sleepy bois inc #BeeBoi!Tubbo #Orca!Wilbur #Cursed!technoblade #mcyt #My writing

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