#cryptid benchtrio au

[local-littleguy]

the doodle dump part three electric boogaloo

wait shit that doesn't work

[legendaryblueoranges]

Concept art for Chasing Myths

Benchtrio trying to photograph cryptids, which I theme after various DSMP characters! So a DSMP AU

Either this art series, Hermit Games (comic), or Symbolosis (comic). I haven't finished the Hermit Games concept art yet- sorry...

[angelsandarsenic]

New Thing: Angel’s Brain Dump:

the writing /drawing/etc ideas I’m never gonna do are free and up for grabs (but if you use them please tag me I'd love to see!)

part 1: cryptid benchtrio au synopsis: Tommy takes a trip in the Appalachian mountains to visit his aunt and meets some new friends (and maybe goes missing)

A thick white mist hung over the mountains, rolling over the ground and rising into the air like the earth was steaming. The air smelled of fresh, damp pine and the strong flora around him were the most beautiful shades of greens, blues, reds and whatever that moss color over there was that he had ever seen. The whole thing looked straight out of a fantasy pinterest board,

"There isn't any fucking internet in this place," Tommy complained to no one. He glanced up at the trees towering above him, most of them dead and bare despite the luscious vegetation surrounding them on the ground. It was his imagination--it must be, that the trees seemed to actively stretch upward, like they were trying to cage him in. he glanced behind him, then spun in a circle when he realized he didn't recognize where he was. Uh oh... he was starting to think he didn't know how he would get back home. This is so not poggers.

A chill must have swept in, because in an instant, he was a lot colder than he was a few minutes ago. The condensation in the air seeped through his sweater, through his skin and all the way down to his bones, making goose flesh erupt over his arms and the back of his neck.

He took a step forward, not sure if it was the same forward as he was facing before, then another, then suddenly Tommy was falling. He shrieked and cursed loudly and quite fluently as he landed on the squishy, damp ground. Something sliced a thick line through his shin, making him grit his teeth and jerk his upper body forward to glare at the slick, jagged rock he had slipped on. A small trickle of blood ran out of cut and down the rock, soaking into a small patch of moss and staining it dark.

Some sort of tickle in the back of his mind pressed him to keep his voice down, as if the forest could hear and didn't approve. Tommy chose not to listen. No stupid forest could tell him what to do.

--other notes from my notebook--

--liminal spaces

--mushrooms tubbo heals his cut

--the moss glows/the forest takes his blood

--Tommy eventually starts to mutate like tubbo and ranboo

--"Holy fuck is that moth man?!" "No, that's just Phil"

--most of them are harmless but Wilbur is where it gets "oh no these things should not be released into society" (I didn't have anything in mind for him but I love love trypophobia wilbur from I Asked for a Monster You Gave Me a Fairytale)

--"There's a shark living in the lake." Tommy had to do a double take. "What?" "there's a shark living in the lake. Loch Ness monster or something of the sort. He's a real cheerful guy"

happy writing my friends!

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

whoops wrote some stuff for “c!benchtrio in a sleepy 80s town where every myth is real and no one is normal” au. yes the cabinet is polybius. of course it is.

TW: period typical ableism, references to period typical homophobia, mind control, referenced kidnapping.

tommy loved saturday.

one, it meant he was off school. school was a fucking hell system designed to tear out the individuality of kids and turn them into little worker drones- at least, that was what wil reckoned, and wil was probably the smartest person in town by account of haunting the shit out of everyone over the past few centuries, so tommy believed him. besides, he struggled to sit still for long enough to write, and tubbo couldn’t read the words, so they spent most of their time staring at each other in detention anyway.

but that wasn’t the main reason. the two of them skived off school half the time, though in their defence it’s kind of hard to go when you’ve got seven government conspiracies, three independent mad scientists, several different types of aliens, at least one fae court, and whatever the fuck sam was on your tail 24/7. honestly, being kidnapped by half of them was probably better than an english lesson where the teachers shouted at him for writing in the proper british way he was taught instead of suddenly switching to the dumb american shitty way. his organs might have been rearranged last time he'd gotten abducted by a flying saucer, but at least that meant he looked cool on x-rays.

no, the real reason saturday was great was that saturday was arcade day.

if tommy wasn’t religious, he'd call the local arcade his church, but that felt disrespectful to Her Lady Prime (though, considering the amount of gods he'd met in sleepy l'manberg he was convinced that there was probably enough gods in oregon every video arcade had one). still, he approached the day phil would drop off him and tubbo at the doors for a whole day with reverence, and as the man who was not his father (he actually wanted him) dropped them off, he handed them enough coins for an extra with a wink.

that was another reason tommy loved saturday. school didn’t really accept local cryptids, unfortunately, but with a mask, hat, and a long enough skirt, ranboo could blend in as a weirdo teenager instead of a local nightmare. besides, he liked the flashing lights.

ranboo was in first, as always, and rushed tommy and tubbo into a big, big hug the second they entered the doors. he knew when phil dropped them off, and had started waiting to ambush them.

“ugh, gross, man,” tommy said, not sounding annoyed at all. “we're twelve now. too old for little kid cuddles.”

“why?” ranboo’s voice had a vibration to it like an insect. it made tommy feel comforted.

“because you get beat up if you're weird, y’know!” tommy flushed. “i don’t wanna get beat up, fucker.”

tubbo raised an eyebrow. “tommy, have you met a normal person in this town?”

“well, no-“

“there. look, are we going to play some pac-man or not?”

“ugh, no!” tommy said, giggling as he pushed the other boys away. “pac-man is so uncool. now, frogger? that, man, is truly radical.”

ranboo blinked. “what’s a radical?”

“it’s just one of tommy's weird big kid terms, boo.” tubbo said, ribbing ranboo and grinning at the disgusted face tommy made. tommy didn’t have any issues with, y’know, those sort of people. people who got mad at boys kissing boys were stupid. the issue was that tubbo was far too young to be flirting with anyone. that stuff was gross. “he just wants to be cool, y’know. that’s why he’s got that stupid mullet.”

“mullets are so cool, fuck you,” tommy said, sticking out his tongue in a not at all childish way. “anyway, now are you two gonna go all K-I-S-S-I-N-G, or will you- oh my Prime, what the fuck is that?”

every machine in the building was empty of players. all except one, a blank looking cabinet, which had a line that looked a million billion miles long.

ranboo raised an eyebrow. “good game, i guess?”

“no game is that good. not even frogger.” tommy shook his head. “that’s like… remember when that fucking weird government dude had all those pills and shit? that made you all fuzzy and do what they say?”

tubbo gasped. “you can’t say that, tom! you know he has memory issues. stop being a dick.”

“fine! sorry.” tommy threw his hands up in frustration. “but anyway, you see that blank fucking stare on their face? well, most of there’s, purpled seems fine but he's got the whole being not human thing going. that’s the look ranboo had when that dream fucker gave him the pills. that’s mind control, innit?”

“don’t remind me of dream,” ranboo said, growling.

“oh, yeah. sorry man.”

“anyway… do you think that might be involved? if it’s to do with governments… i'd rather not get cut up by a lab, thank you. we need to stop it.”

“chill out, ranboo, being cut up isn’t even that bad if they give you proper painkillers and shit,” tommy said, ignoring the weird stares ranboo gave him because of that. “besides, y’know i'll never say no to uncovering some secret truth. it’s almost as fun as frogger. tubbo?” tommy paused, turning to his other best friend. “uh, tubbo?”

there was a far away, dreamy look in tubbo’s eyes. not those of brainwashing, but desire. “i want to take that thing apart,” tubbo said, sounding overjoyed. “i need it. i need that beauty so bad.”

well. it was better than the barrels of radioactive material he'd seen tubbo carry into the shed. tommy couldn’t deny that. “then, let’s go figure shit out, then.”

[dsmpsupersecretau]

Hello, this is an dream smp superhero au blog mainly focused on benchtrio. Here I shall be posting the pages and other assorted drawings of the au.

*as of april 3, 2023 i have officially decided that i will not actually be continuing the au, this blog will not be deleted but will be here for archival purposes, of anyone would like to create a fanfic based on the au whos prologue and first chapter are available, feel free, hell, send a link to my ask box i'll prolly read it.

If you wanna check out the rest of my art and all the garbage I reblog, my main blog is @azurine-cryptid where I post original and other fan content, as well as my instagram 'azurine_cryptid'

I use any pronouns including it/its

asks are closed (edit: august 13,2023, i forgot to turn em off whoops)

[aslitheryprinx]

Idea abt the villain paradise thing, when Phil activates his power (which is assumedly very rarely?) the target has a slight hallucination that everyone is looking at them, or if there’s no one around, the feeling that they are being watched, but when they turn, the felt direction of the gaze moves.

I originally was going to say that maybe phil has eyes on his wings that constantly flicker around, and when he does his thing they all lock onto one target. Ya know like that @ shitty cryptids peacock? I realized that phil prolly doesn’t have wings tho lol

Also the techno thing? ❤️❤️❤️ I love it so much, I kinda imagine that his eyes have constant sort of cloudiness to them, and that his head tilts to sounds that we cannot hear at random intervals. Creepy Oracle man my beloved

Ok, so we're pretending I didn't already answer this ask with no idea that this was even my au... In my defense, it was like 4am when I wrote the first outline. It's like it was wiped from my memory lol. I think I was mistaking the "villains paradise" as the name of an au instead of a pretty fitting description lol.

Anyways, I love this, the more creepy vibes the better.

I didn't really have a plan for whether or not Phil has wings. I really like the idea of the eyes on the wings though, it gives me biblically accurate angel vibes.

Phil doesn't normally have wings; however, whenever he activates his power, it's like shadows gather around him. Wings as dark as night appear behind him with glowing eyes that seem to bore into your soul peppering their surface. If someone reached out and touched the wings, they'd find they're not just an illusion, although they aren't completely solid. However, when Philza is using his power, anyone who gets that close would be dead.

As for Techno, a lot of people actually think he's blind. They're not completely wrong; there are moments when Techno's power is overwhelming him to the point that he can't actually see what's happening in the present, but usually it's just how his eyes look.

There is, however another person, a civilian actually, who is blind as a consequence of their powers, which are similar to Techno's. Most people don't know they actually have powers however, and it's a while before they encounter Techno.

Especially since they're a borrower like benchtrio rather than a human :)

[sixteenth-days]

i just got a couple new followers (yoo thank you!!) so this is as good a time as any to boost my ao3 fics because they're good, and if you like my writing you should go check them out maybe?

call this world home (complete at 42k words, with epilogue and bonus scenes fics): canon-divergence, in which dreamxd-who-is-the-world breaks dream out of solitary confinement and traps him at ranboo’s house instead, or: dream gets bullied, ranboo tentatively grows a backbone, techno has the time of his life, philza thinks this is all hilarious, and puffy realizes she still has hope.

bring on the monsters (ongoing at 15k words): benchtrio pjo au, in which tommyinnit, clear-sighted mortal and biggest man around, drags his two best friends on a highly unauthorized quest-slash-cross-country-road-trip to stop his brother from bombing olympus to the ground. also feat. exhausted cryptid camp director dream, immortal child of athena technoblade, and a lot of very stupid bickering.

dreamt you a kinder future (complete at 11k words): dreamteam time-travel sort-of fix-it, wherein pre-plot dream gets yanked forward to the day after doomsday, and finds out just how badly he could break things.

also a number of oneshots, including for 3rd life/last life, hermitcraft, and empires; this is just the chapter fics! but if you've liked anything i've posted here.... take a look?

[thedialup]

ok ok so. small town horror au.

benchtrio have to do a school project on the history of their town and tommy’s like, why dont we do it on urban legends!! and everyone else is like yeah sure why not dude and then they get hunted down by said cryptids and events get consumed by the supernatural one by one and they have to fight each other at some point (like im imagining tubbo’s firework scars to be made of like…honeycomb and eventually he just gets consumed by nature and shit) BUT ITS ALL RECORDED ON A CAMERA AND NOT AN IPHONE CAMERA BUT LIKE AN OLD CAMERA AND THERE’S VHS TAPES OF PEOPLE’S THOUGHTS LIKE AN AUDIO DIARY

OHHHHH THAT'S AWESOME!!! I'd read that on a heartbeat as the camera element reminds me of another horror esque fic that I absolutely loved. really like the concept that you have so far for tubbo's design.

[song-fox]

that's, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know. Modernised version of the raccooninnit arc, bedrock bros content, tommy is like fucking 14

YOU'RE A HORRIBLE THIEF, THESEUS by orpheusaki. Another modernised raccooninnit fic

and as he fell (you walked away) by Teahound. Muffinteers but make them bounty hunters and make dream a cryptid

Feast or Famine by amooniesong. Mcc but irl, also there's war crimes, dear LORD please read the tags

through hardships untold and dangers unnumbered by sunphroggy. The Labryinth but make it crimebros

things my heart used to know (things it yearns to remember) also by sunphroggy. Sbi and benchtrio anastasia au

Stay safe!

Can people send me some good dsmp fics a hurricane is about to hit house soon and I’d like a distraction 👉👈