#sleepyboys inc

[bugg-jam]

I need agere fanfics!!

If you are in the littlespace comunity and have any good fics for any of the fandoms below please please please gimme!! Reading other charachters (esp, comfort characters) being small helps me be small so much! Thanks<3

Sanders Sides, Good Omens, The Magnus Archives, Welcome To Nightvale, The Owl House, Ducktales, Percy Jackson, Musicals, Sleepy bois inc.

Or any others that have good writing! I'm also trying to work with my bf on helping him understand how to help me, so if there are any that are especially good CG wise, send 'em here!

[juliberrylive]

The Pink Man by daniartonline & juliberry

or, a bedrock bros gray man au

fic link

[felidaefighter]

A collection of Technoblades I found in my old sketchbook, including bits from a Tommy stream and my first attempt at drawing Philza !

[boarishcurse]

Children Of Strange Magic

A Sleepybois Family Fic unrelated to the DreamSMP, also known as “the boarish curse AU”

(For the sake of clarity, Techno and Wilbur are referred to as such even before they change their names.)

PREQUEL

      “There was no need for such an act of violence!” The High Cleric spat, waver of fear in his voice overpowered by condemnation. The figure that stood before him simply stared with ice-cold eyes and shrugged. “It was in the way, and I needed the resources.” The High Cleric looked at his surroundings, the once-thriving village decimated, townsfolk fleeing and falling to the monsters of the night with their guardian no longer there to protect them. The High Cleric knew that within all the surrounding lands, he alone possessed enough magic to face off against this figure of destruction, knowing now that the large black wings were not those of an angel but rather the heralding of murder the way crows circled doomed bodies. He also knew it was futile to fight, that no one here he could save. But he would not let this injustice go unrepented.

      Summoning every last ounce of magic within his body, draining his lifeforce of it to be sure it was enough, the High Cleric spoke in an ancient, forgotten language, the remnants of which only could be seen now etched into the blades of powerful swords and armor. His words drew purple in the air, swirling around him. It was all he had. “Your boarish nature shall have its price upon you! A curse upon thee! Your children will bear your sins for all the world to see, and your lineage shall never know peace from the actions you have shown here today!” The words stopped swirling around the High Cleric and surrounded the figure, sinking into his skin and burrowing deep into his blood. And with that, the High Cleric had no more magic within him. “Right, that’s enough out of you,” The figure said, seeming no more than irritated despite all the cleric had done. A blade came down, and then all that was left of the village was blood staining the earth.

PART ONE

[Under the cut]

      “Boarish nature, fucking--” Philza muttered to himself under his breath as he anxiously went about his morning routine, far more distressed than one would expect for the activity he was attempting-- which was the simple act of making two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. In all honesty, he had forgotten about the curse. The High Cleric that had cursed him-- that he’d killed-- had been dead for so many generations, and society and technology had progressed and advanced so far, that even after remembering about it he didn’t think the magic would still be viable. Apparently, magic didn’t work like that. At first, Philza hadn’t been sure, but even now that he was, he didn’t know how to bring it up. He didn’t know how to tell them. But he was going to have to eventually. Which worried him, because--

      “Daaaaaaaaaddd!” A distressed voice called from the bathroom, as if on cue, and Philza sighed, setting down the half a sandwich he’d managed to make in all his time worrying. “Coming, I’m coming!” He shouted back, but apparently not fast enough because he was called again at an ear-splitting volume this time. “DAAAAAAAD!” Philza burst through the bathroom door, half-breathless, half-exasperated. “What? What is it? What’s wrong?” 

      Wilbur was staring into the mirror, anxiously poking at his teeth with his finger, mainly his lower incisors. “They’re bigger than yesterday,” He pouted. And sharper, Phil noted, but he certainly wasn’t going to say as much. He stared at Wilbur in bewilderment. “That’s it? That’s what the big ruckus was about?” Wilbur looked insistently towards Phil. “There’s something wrong with them, Dad, I can feel it.” Phil sighed. “It’s just-- it’s just your adult teeth still growing in, we’ve talked about this,” he lied. Phil looked towards Technoblade, the twin distinguishable only by his haircut and the look of pure exhaustion on his face. “What about you, Techno, you alright?”

      “I was until I had my eardrums shattered,” Techno complained. Phil looked carefully at his mouth when he spoke, noting that Techno, too, had longer and sharper lower incisors than he ought to. Wilbur instantly turned on his brother. “Are not! They’re big on you too!” Techno looked at Phil, who just put his hands up helplessly. Techno sighed in frustration. “Wilbur, please. It’s too early for this. I could be growing a tail and I wouldn’t care right now.” Wilbur’s eyes went wide and Phil sighed-- having lost track of how many times he’d done that already this morning-- knowing where this was going now. “Techno, leave, I have to check something.” Techno just shot him a look. “You leave, I’m trying to get ready for school!”

      Phil straightened up and got himself steadied, pushing aside his and their worries about strange teeth. “Right. Unless it’s an actual emergency, don’t call for me unless you don’t want sandwiches today and only want bread. For god’s sake I haven’t even gotten a full one made.” Techno and Wilbur stopped their bickering to look smugly at Phil. “How long does it take to make a sandwich?” They both asked in unison, and Phil rolled his eyes and shut the door.

---

      “When I was very young,” Phil starts, before Technoblade immediately interrupts. “Like our age?” Wilbur needles him in the side with his elbow. “Don’t be stupid, Phil was never our age.” Phil chuckles softly, and looks at Wil. “That’s true,” He says simply, for lack of a better explanation. He continues again. “When I was very young, I did something very cruel.” He pauses for a moment. “What’d you do?” Wilbur is the one who interrupts this time. “It doesn’t matter anymore. But what does matter is that I was cursed for my ‘boarish behavior’.” Wilbur’s eyes widen, while Technoblade nods sagely. “Boarish behavior. I get it.” Wilbur hisses under his breath “I knew it!” in reference to his teeth.

      Phil nodded, the boys smart enough to make the connection on their own. They could be rowdy and chaotic, but they were both clever, and they took in the information quite well. They sat waiting with curious and concerned eyes, waiting patiently now for Phil to continue talking. “The good news is, I talked with a cleric about it. I had to search for a while to find one who knew what he was talking about, but when I did, he was quite helpful. He thinks there’s a way to slow it fairly indefinitely, but that part’s up to you boys mostly. I know it’s late, so we can talk specifics tomorrow-- nothing is going to happen overnight. I promise.”

      He’s so proud of his boys. They take the news so well, nodding and being rational, even though Wil is a little pouty. “It’s not fair that you were mean so we got cursed.” Phil nods in agreement and sighs. “That’s true, but unfortunately that’s how they did stuff back then. Curses worked through bloodlines. It was so long ago I didn’t think the magic was still there,” He admitted, hoping desperately his boys will forgive him. “We forgive you,” Techno says, almost immediately, after sharing a glance with Wilbur. “People change-- it’s not your fault that the loser who cursed you didn’t know that.” Phil flushes a little. Well, it’s a little more complicated than that-- but he’ll take what he can get. They didn’t know the specifics, anyway.

      “So the good news is that there’s a way to slow it or halt it for potentially forever, but there is other news,” Phil says, and the boys stiffen and brace themselves. He waits until they’re fully braced. “Right. So. Firstly, you’re going to have to pick a new name for yourselves.” He is met with confusion. Understandable. “I have to show you something.” He takes his kimono off, revealing the undergarment that he wears during the day. “This,” He says, pointing to it, “Is a garment made of silk and magic. It functions similar to an enderchest.” He unfastens the front, shuffling out of it the way he always does-- and the room is covered nearly wall to wall by his dark wingspan.

      Phil smirks to himself at the looks on Techno and Wilbur’s faces. They’re speechless, in awe, to think this could be their dad. “You’re an angel,” Wilbur gasps, and Phil smiles again. “Not quite.” He won’t be elaborating any time soon. “I’m trusting you boys with this information,” Phil says sternly, and they both nod with wide eyes and the pure feelings of wonder that few but children experience. “But I am not fully human. And,” He sighs, wings unfolding and resting comfortably against his back, “Unfortunately, neither are you two anymore.”

      “This means,” He says sharply, holding up a finger to silence the open mouth that meant Wilbur was preparing to interrupt again, “That we’re going to have to move to an area that’s friendlier with non-humans. So tonight, we’re going to learn a bit about the culture-- starting with True Names.” Well, his boys were nothing if not eager to learn about different cultures, he’d admit that. They were able to focus on their intense curiosity, leaning forward as Phil crouched back down to explain.

      “Right. So non-humans-- called whatever their species name is, or ‘hybrids’ if they’re part human part something else-- are often a little more connected with magic than most. They try not to teach magic in human-centric schools, because it can be very dangerous, and different types of magic are specific to different non-human beliefs. You following?” Wilbur has a question on his lips, but he holds it, and instead they both nod eagerly. 

      “Most magic, though, derives from the concept of a True Name. That’s always the name that’s given by a loved one, usually your parent. There are a few exceptions, but this is by and large the case. See, knowing a True Name means you can cast stronger magic on that person, like a blessing-- but also like a curse.” He pauses. Lets the information sink in. They had a long day at school already, and this is a lot-- but they soak up the information with glee, and Phil is eternally grateful. This could have gone so much worse. He’s sure it will be at some point, but for now, he can explain as much as he needs to keep them safe.

      “So non-humans never tell others their True Names. Especially other non-humans. Unless they’re someone you love with your whole heart, and you’re certain they feel the same. That’s why you need new names-- if we’re going to a place that’s friendlier with non-humans, you’re going to need a name that isn’t your True Name. So it’s basically just going by a nickname. You can think on it though, yeah?”

      To Phil’s surprise, neither of them do. “I’m going to be Technoblade,” Technoblade says instantly, “Because I saw it once and it sounds cool.” Phil nods, a little confused but remembering that his boys are only eight after all. “You can always change it later,” He says, more as an affirmation to himself than anyone else. Maybe it’ll grow on him. “I can just be Wilbur,” Wil says, “Like Wilboar. Because it’s almost my name, but it’s not really-- and I’ll still be me even if I’m not human.” He says it almost confidently, but there’s a pleading look in his eyes. It’s a question. Phil gently puts his hand on Wilbur’s shoulder and ruffles his hair. “Aw, don’t worry mate,” He says sympathetically, “Magic can’t change who you are inside unless you want it to, unless you let it. You’ll be fine. You’ll still be my son.” He looks to Technoblade. “You too. Nothing you do will change that. I promise. The both of you.” 

      Now he can accept questions, and the two can sense it, clearly bursting with them and ready to learn. He’ll answer a few as best as he can before the two have to sleep. “Are you gonna have to change your name?” Technoblade asks, and it’s a surprisingly clever question. “Nope. Unfortunately, I was around before last names existed. This is the only name I’ve ever had.” He wonders if any of that affected the curse. Did it even matter, now that it was in motion and the caster long dead? Hmm. “How old are you?!?” Wilbur asks, bewildered at that answer. Phil cackles. “I’ll never tell,” He says teasingly. 

      Sensing that was about it for the night, Phil gets up and the boys follow suit-- he’s ready to cart them to bed if necessary, but they seem more than ready to sleep-- or at least whisper between themselves conspiring and wondering. In the hallway, the two pause. Technoblade and Wilbur do the twin thing, and look at eachother, before gently (for siblings at least) poking and prodding the other in an effort to not be the one to ask, before they come to a conclusion. “What about Hazel?” Wilbur asks, and Phil’s heart hurts a little bit. They have a good point. 

      “Hazel is coming with us,” Phil starts, and finds it a bit amusing when both of them relax a little. Did they think they were just going to leave him behind? “He’s your sibling after all. And he’ll likely be affected by the same curse, just not ‘til he’s about your age. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, and I imagine you two will be a lot more grown-up by then.” They both nod in relief, before silently bickering again and Technoblade speaks this time. “So do we get tomorrow off?” He asks, and Phil cackles so loud he wakes Hazel up on accident. “Yes, fine--” The boys high-five-- “But don’t expect to spend the whole day lounging around. We’ll have stuff to do.” 

      “That’s fine!” They shout, racing into their room, and Phil would tell them off for potentially waking Hazel if he hadn’t just done so a few seconds ago. “Go to bed!” He calls sternly but lovingly instead, and goes in to check on Hazel. He hushes the child, cooing and not bothering at this point to hide his wings. Hazel will grow up knowing. Wilbur and Technoblade will always have that shared moment of discovery. Each its own blessing and curse. The new world was so strange. So many different ways to navigate it, and none at all like how it used to be. That was okay, though. Change was a part of everything. Change was a part of the seasons, a part of cultures and species, a part of curses and blessings, and something his boys would do as they grew up. He looked at his sleeping son, and thought about his other two sons as well, even if chances were slim they were sleeping just yet. The world was so worth living in.

[oramn]

uh oh, guess what

new chapter baby

lets go

[xec0re]

C!Benchtrio & C!Sleepybois Inc drawing collab

(More information below)

How will this work?

People who are willing to participate can either comment below this post or dm me on tumblr and Instagram. I'll add the chosen artists to a group chat on either Discord or Instagram (not really necessary partake in the collab but definitely the easiest option). In the group chat, we will discuss ideas for the collab until we find something everybody agrees on. Whoever takes which character will be decided amongst the group, but feel free to dm me your wishes :)

Why should I join?

The first and most important reason should be that one can enjoy this collab. However, this could also be a possibility to support other artists, which personally is a very important point for me. Maybe you can even find some new art mutuals for future projects like collabs or art trades.

"What if my art isn't good enough..."

Everyone is very welcome to join no matter what their art style looks like or what skill level they are at.

C!Benchtrio Collab 0/2

(4 artists in total)

C!Sbi Collab 0/2

(6 artists in total)

For any further questions, dm me or leave a comment!

Disclaimer I do not support Cc!Wilbur, but I am okay with art of his character or fan interpretations of his characters

[kira-anon-uwu]

i made a cover for my interactive discord fic [ a different interactive fic from the instagram one mentioned in this post ]

copypasting the summary from the discord:

Villain AU where Tommy's power is Murphy's Law

~-~-~

Tommy has a superpower. Great, cool even. It would be, anyways, if it actually helped him somehow.

Definition of Murphy's Law: an observation anything that can go wrong, will

Tommy plugged his phone in the night before? No he didn't, it's dead. He's running late for work and just barely caught the bus? Boom. Some heroes are fighting a villain and the road is wrecked.

The only good thing it that it only inconveniences him, and the largest possible amount of people around him. Meaning he's at least able to have friends, to some extent; even better that his best friend Tubbo is a genius and always plans for everything, so at most he's not allowed over when he's working on anything.

Life is mostly normal for him at this point, eighteen years is a long enough time to get used to what would be living hell for anyone else.

But now what happens when he's at the largest bank in the city and the criminal group known as SleepyBois Inc decide to rob it?

~-~-~

prompt was given by @toasty-warm

without boarder under the cut

I made it with the idea that it's a discord server icon in mind and was lazy with the edges so ehhh

man i am so good at marketing my fics. no i will not shade this shading is of The Devil

[bedrockduo]

csbisysdomus — a term & flag for how c sleepybois inc being your family is integral to your system identity and memories

[freefloatingtemporally]

about me

feelin like maybe making a little intro into my blog for once!

i mostly rb general stuff here :)

my main blog for the dragon prince is @self-spaghettification !

aka my special interest of 10 months </3

quick content warning for my blog: i sometimes post depression/suicidal ideation based content! there also may be nsfw content, i don't really filter/categorize that!

other than that this blog is pretty much just media i like/wanna watch, things i find interesting, issues i care about, relate, or thirst lol

other stuff is below the cut

Hello there! ✧

This is me :]

i love:

❤︎the dragon prince

❤︎the magnus archives

❤︎arcane

❤︎goth subculture

❤︎psychedelic rock

❤︎vampires

currently consuming:

✰stardew valley (year 3 summer now…)

✰terraria once I get my pc restored

✰arcane (waiting for act 3 AHH)

✰mistborn by Brandon Sanderson

✰hollow knight ( I HAVE finished the main game now, just not col 3 or any of pantheon)

inactively consuming:

✰the magnus protocol

✰omori

✰Lego monkie kid (on s3 I think? I stopped bc I’m no longer friends with the person who was the main reason I watched it lol)

✰death note (I need to finish it tbh)

✰chainsaw man

✰revolutionary girl utena

✰adventure time

✰the bell jar (?)

✰vox machina (at my friend’s behest)

✰what we do in the shadows

things i plan to consume:

➢the case study of vanitas manga

➢dunmeshi

➢interview with a vampire (⬇️)

➢vampire diaries (⬇️)

➢hannibal (i blame miharin)

➢american psycho

➢everything on my letterboxd

➢tales of arcadia

➢amphibia (bc my sister)

➢the powerpuff girls rewatch <3

➢loki season 2

➢why women kill

➢discworld

➢live action atla

other things i enjoyed/consumed in the past!

❀our flag means death s1 & s2 <3

❀ You

❀hazbin hotel (ish)

❀scott pilgrim og movie

❀the magnus archives

❀the adventure zone

❀the penumbra podcast

❀nimona

❀atsv

❀raya

❀the owl house

❀fionna and cake

❀atla and tlok

❀good omens

❀my little pony (it's been a very long time though)

❀gravity falls

❀dsmp / sleepybois inc (why did like 50% of them end up being pedos/abusers 😭) (I’m also somehow not surprised )

❀sanders sides (when the season 2 finale comes out I’ll drop everything for it RAHH)

❀arcane (when s2 drops I’ll drop everything for it)

❀she-ra reboot

❀castlevania: nocturne

❀celeste

❀hades

❀glitchtale (&aus, of which i contributed to)

❀undertale (&aus)

things i like to do

♪be chronically online (jk but not really HAH)

♪analyzing media

♪journaling

♪drawing

♪writing

♪coding (sort of doing it freelance for money right now lol)

♪thrifting/fashion/altering codes

♪knitting

♪making playlists

♪making music

♪playing indie video games

♪walks and bike rides

♪doing silly things for the hell of it

[morrigan-cotk95]

First fic for Twinsduo Week!!!

[pixelfun20]

Our hearts go out to the Sleepyboys Inc and DSMP fandoms in their time of need, you are in our thoughts as you recover from Tommy's video today </3

[timephase]

remembering that period in my life where i enjoyed dream smp and sleepybois inc. Didn't care for Dream but I enjoyed the fandom. I liked the story, now I don't keep up with anything from there so Idk what happened. Stopped after Techno passed. Kinda miss that time. I wasn't too involved with fandoms and dramas or whatsoever, just casual enjoyer

[falling-through-the-sea]

Also. Side note, I dont get the found family obsession that peiple stick to so much DSMP fanfics lmao like I just find it boring. I try not to, but really when I see a quackbur fic and then there's sleepybois inc centered tag, i just know it wont be it. Just. Idk. Can simeine explain it?

[felidaefighter]

I can’t reblog the SBI anniversary post I think OP has me blocked ;~;

But. I can’t believe it’s been three years. Sleepybois Inc. I... remember. I was adjacent to being there because my best friend watched Philza and my partner watched Wilbur. (I wound up watching Technoblade...)

Man.

[boarishcurse]

Hello and welcome!

This blog is [currently still a work in progress but is] centered around 2020-style Sleepybois Inc! Pre-SBI-on-the-DreamSMP style!

Which means:

Philza is the dad

Technoblade and Wilbur are twins

(Technoblade is, as decreed by Wilbur of course, the oldest sibling)

Tommy is the youngest son

CaptainSparklez is Tubbo’s dad

We also have early season pre-lore Manhunt-style Dreamteam! Though I probably won’t post those bits til later.

More or less, this fic is written out of order, and I encourage you to send asks if you’d like to know more!

Thanks for reading!

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Here I Am Hiding in Plain Sight

by Morrigan (COTK95)

When the hero Iphicles finds himself in a terrifying situation, he struggles to figure out where he belongs.

Everything he's ever known will be put to the test.

Will it be enough to keep him and the people he cares about safe or will he be too late in the end?

 Or, Superhero bodyswap fic with plenty of twists.

Words: 935, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), SBI || Sleepybois Inc., Dream SMP, QSMP | Quackity SMP

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Kristin Rosales Watson, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Tallulah (QSMP), Chayanne (QSMP)

Relationships: Kristin Rosales Watson/Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Tallulah (QSMP), Chayanne (QSMP) & Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & Kristin Rosales Watson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Wilbur Soot-centric, Technoblade-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Hero Wilbur Soot, Villain Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Villain Kristin Rosales Watson, Human Experimentation, Morally Abmbiguous, Hurt/Comfort, Dehumanization, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Bodyswap