#technoblade is such a gremlin man in it

[l1m30]

@sircantus All I think about is Chosen by the Stars... so, TAKE THIS! 🫵

[somebodyminecrafyidk]

[What Could Have Been]

After the unfortunate reveal of what kind of person Wilbursoot was, I was unsure whether or not to post this, but I've decided to. Here is my outline for the beginning of a fanfic I was writing...

Note: Everything under the cut was written before Wilbur was exposed for being an abuser, as well as some of the tags

A Modern-Vampire!AU involving SBI and a few other people.

Techno is an aspiring writer that recently moved into a very... low quality aparment. He's taken note of the number of bats that fly around the neighborhood and has developed a habit many people in his apartment complex have; feeding fruit to the bats that hang out around his place.

The place is pretty chill. Techno works at this nice Café. (Whether it's Niki's or not is up to you.) He's developed a small rivalry with this random kid who pesters him for food all the time. Techno usually shares his lunch with the kid. (Techno admits the kid is pretty cute with his squid themed. backpack and hoodie)

Anyway, Techno is doing well, he's adjusting to the neighborhood, his boss is pretty nice, and he even has the free time to write his second novel now.

Time passes and Techno has fully adjusted to the place, getting comfortable until... Tommy shows up! Tommy is a fledgling vampire who recently was given the freedom of going out. (As long as one of the other coven members are with him.)

One day while out, Tommy gets distracted and wanders off, loseing his caretaker of the night. This leads to Tommy getting lost and ariving at an old apartment complex. The place has bat boxes and Tommy prepares to spend the day in one to hide from the sun.

While trying to hide from the sun in his bat form, Tommy finds this weird guy with shitty pink hair who's been trying to lure him inside with grapes. (Techno sees a small pup without it's mother desperately hiding in his very old and falling apart bat box.)

Eventually Techno gets the pup inside, wrapping him up in a soft baby blanket and putting him in a shoe box with a warming pad.

Tommy is scared and confused by the actions of this random human... but he quite likes the warm box he's been put in... it's not his fault if he fell asleep!

Across the city is a frantic Wilbur trying to find his missing brother who disappeared after he looked away for a second! Okay, maybe he was staring at that pretty human running the nearby record store but Tommy had been right there beside him!

Wilbur and the rest of the coven desperately searches for Tommy before being forced to take refuge from the sun indoors.

I'm unsure of what happens next but Tommy eventually makes his way back and is promptly grounded and forced to stay indoors. The only problem is that... Tommy has imprinted on Techno during his time with him and begins sneaking out to hang out with Techno. (Techno is relieved that the little bat he helped was doing well!)

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Actually I'm making my own post because I'm so passionate about this. Both Phil and Technoblade are very different but very distinct flavors of chaotic. And their friendship works so well because they can both be the other's voice of reason OR hype man going along with the chaos, depending on the bit.

Yes, Phil is way more often faulty characterized as the 'calm, reasonable dad guy' when he's anything but. Overall, I'd agree that Techno is generally more 'reasonable' in his actions because he's a logic thinker and a strategist at heart, he's good at risk assessment. But he's definitely still impulsive. And while Phil does things for the sheer lolz of it, Techno also does things without worrying about consequences a lot and then weasels his way out of those consequences. Techno definitely does not have a reason for everything he does - unless you count "I'm doing it because I can" as a reason.

Phil is not the reasonable one. Neither is Techno. They're both chaotic as fuck in vastly different ways. Portraying either of them as the Reasonable One and the other as nothing but a Chaos Gremlin at all times is a disservice to how well they can both fall into either role - or better yet, when neither is being reasonable at all and they just amplify each other's chaos!

[elfecassepied]

hellooooo!!!

yap to me about your Dsmp x Epic AU!! I'd love to hear about it!! :DDDDDD

Yeeeesss *vibrating*

Me with this au right now:

Ok so. I'm a big fan of the Odyssey and Epic the musical, the story of the AU isn't a 100% copy of these sources materials mostly characters like and lore like. For what I've seen now the narrative course is the same than the musical until the Vengeance Saga (the Vengeance Saga rocks but I want to do something a little different and maybe closer than the original Odyssey. I'm not sure yet but I just love the Phaeacians so much I will do something including them). I don't really care about the Troy war (I mean in the au, I love classicals Iliad included) so I didn't bother matching dsmp's characters for Iliad's characters, like Diomedes, Aganemnon, Helen and all.

Dream is the reigning king of Ithaca(™) who is dragged, literally, in the L'Manberg war away from his family. George is his wife (we don't believe in gender in this house) and I chosed Tubbo to be Telemachus (inspired by one of the dynamic I sometimes see in fanfiction were Tubbo and Dream are brothers coded).

George gets a little more, proactive role I would say, in defending his house from the suitors. Suitors started to come since 11 years or something like that. He can't really fight all these men who are youngs, well equipped and full of energy when himself runs a kingdom low on resources and men where the current military force is young and unexperienced (missing the prev generation to teach them). So he uses more sneaky ways, and it's not so rare than some suitors suddenly change their mind and leave or were never been seen again after getting a little to bold. Callahan is George's confidant and "right hand man" and yes he helps him hide the bodies. George also has an ongoing deal with the god HD (Hera's role).

Tubbo doesn't know what's going on but George said him to always tell me if one of the men was rude to him (the ones who threatened his son always disappeared first). But he tries to help is own way which mostly translate by being a little shit and sometimes got into fights with the assholes, like the small feral gremlin he is.

On the other side of the sea, Dream just lost around ten of his men including his little-brother/almost-son figure Ranboo to the hands of an angered cyclop, Ponk. And follows it by having a fight with his protector god and perceived friend Technoblade, resulting in the god leaving him alone to face the new challenges on his way: especially the wrath of the god Sam, who was Ponk's boyfriend oops. He will encounter threats and allies equally, including: the god Philza and his crows minions, the shape-shifting enchanter Quackity on his island of Las Nevadas, visiting the underworld to have a chat with the prophet Karl Jacob, slaying some sirens and feeding the sea monster Nikki with some of his own men.

At first I wanted to make a parallel between the human trio Dream, George and Sapnap (Eurylochus), and a god trio XD (Zeus), HD (Hera) and PVP (as Apollo or Ares I wasn't sure). However I changed my mind, made Punz Dream's best friend and right hand man and yeeted PVP to make Sapnap himself a god because I wanted to have an unnecessary Karlnapity storyline in the background. Take it, it's free.

Also I separated Wilbur in two characters: L'Manberg Wilbur/Ghostbur named William who was the crown prince of L'Manberg and died in the war before the beginning of my story and Pogtopia Wilbur/Revived Wilbur who I call Wilbur and who is an exiled titan, ancient friend of Philza and Technoblade, playing the role of Calypso. Tommy was William's little brother and a literal toddler Dream killed by throwing him from L'Manberg's walls.

I have an ongoing theme with how mask/hiding face is linked to inhumanity and how gods or godly beings Dream will meet on his way will somehow hide a part or their full face ; and how he himself started to wear his iconic mask as he chose the path of monstrosity ; and at the same time George assassinated suitors in silence, wearing a veil and pretending to grief his husband ; while Technoblade even if he said he was done™ with humans will be befriended by Tubbo until he stops wearing his mask around him because he's growing closer to humanity. So yeah shits like that.

I will end this little vent with a non-fixed list of the gods I talked about and their domains:

XD (Zeus), king of the gods, god of order, power, lighting, possibilities and civilization

HD (Hera), queen of the gods, god of night, sleep, oaths and destiny

Sam (Poseidon), god of sea, strength, earthquakes, energy and creativity

Technoblade (Athena), god of blood, battles, vitality and strategies

Philza (Aeolus), god of winds, tempests, travelers, sailors and change

Sapnap (Apollo), god of the Sun, fire, protection and loyalty

Wilbur (Calypso), titan of music, song, chaos and free-spirit (for now *wink*Fundy*wink*) (ex titan of fire and war)

[tobysbliss]

tickletober day 16- unusual spot

#augtickletober2023

ler!wilbur, lee!technoblade (DSMP CHARACTERS)

twinsduotwinsduotwinsduotwinsduotwinsduotwinsduotwinsduo TWINS DUO!!!!!!!

LEE TECHNO!!!!!!! /POS

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Technoblade wandered the caves of Pogtopia mindlessly. He was alone, and didn’t really know where anybody else was at.

Techno then heard footsteps from behind him. He turned around; nobody was there. He raised an eyebrow, but turned back to continue walking. He heard footsteps again, closer. Closer, closer, and closer.

He turned around. Nobody. He grew slightly concerned at this, turning and walking again. The footsteps returned. What the fuck is it?

Techno didn’t turn around this time, and then suddenly somebody poked him, right in the dead center of his back.

He jumped in surprise, and turned around to see Wilbur looking him in the eyes with a small smirk. One of mischief and playfulness.

“Wilbur.” Techno looked at Wilbur, his tone cold.

“Technoblade!” Wilbur chimed with a smile, much in contrast to Techno.

“Do you need something? Or is Tommy starting to rub off on you.” Wilbur didn’t quite understand what Techno meant, but then the realization hit that he was calling Wilbur annoying.

“What- No! Okay, whatever, give me your hand,” Wilbur reached to grab Techno’s wrist, but Techno pulled away and stepped back.

“What? Why do you want my h-“ “Just give me it!” Wilbur cut him off and grabbed his hand. He held it so that the palm was facing up. Techno looked very confused. Wilbur just smiled. That innocent, yet evil smile he had whenever he was up to something.

“What are yohohou- What!? Wilbuhur!” Techno brought his hand back, his other hand covering his mouth in an attempt to muffle his giggles. Wilbur had started to gently scribble his fingers over Techno’s palm.

“So he wasn’t lying! Oh, this is great!” Wilbur exclaimed, grabbing Techno’s hand and continuing to tickle his palm. He held on tighter, and had somehow managed to make it impossible for Techno to bring his hand away.

There was only one other person who knew Techno had ticklish hands. Tommy. The bastard, gremlin child had found out by complete accident. Techno was petting a cat, and it rubbed its face against the palm of his hand while Tommy was nearby. He noticed, and immediately questioned him.

“Tohommy told yohou!? I’m going to kihihill hihim! Stohop!” Techno smacked Wilbur’s wrist, but he cared enough to make sure it didn’t actually hurt.

“Stop? Why would I stop? This is adorable! You’ve got ticklish hands, man! Wait, I wonder if…” Wilbur trailed off as he held Techno’s hand closer to his face, and promptly blew a raspberry on the palm of his hand. Techno starting giggling a little louder. He wasn’t a very ticklish person, but he had a few spots. His hands seemed to be one.

“Stohohohop!” Techno pulled for his hand, he felt weak. Almost like he couldn’t escape this torture Wilbur had decided to give him for no apparent reason aside from, ‘he just felt like it.’

“Aww, has the big, strong, and scary Technoblade been defeated by a few tickles on his hand~? How cute!” Wilbur teased, finally letting go of Techno’s hand.

“I’m going to kill you. And Tommy.” Techno threatened, holding on to his own hand. “Tommy first, for telling you about this.”

Wilbur only giggled, then yelped as Techno suddenly grabbed him by his shirt.

“If you so much as speak a word to this to anybody, I will wreck you so badly you won’t be able to think straight for hours.” Techno looked Wilbur dead in the eyes, he seemed serious. Wilbur put up his hands in ‘surrender,’ a nervous smile on his face as Techno let him go. He promised to stay quiet about it, and with that Techno left.

Later Wilbur had found out that when Techno left, he had immediately gone to find (and wreck) Tommy.

[royallygray]

fic recs pls (part 1)

I am in need of long (don’t actually know what qualifies as long, 10k+ words?), complete (or not) dsmp (mainly sbi) or Life Series fanfic recommendations. I have read so many and I am trying to find more to soothe the brain itch.

Here are several that I have read, if you’re looking for fic recs yourself :)

Dream SMP (SBI)

tommyinnit’s clinic for supervillains by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti) — [26/26 chapters, 189k words] aka “clinic”. A superhero au from Tommy’s pov where he’s just chillin with his healing powers and then he heals a villain and then gets sucked into it. He also gets attached to this Wilbur guy that visits the coffee shop he works at.

the world forgetting by the world forgot by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti) — [21/21, 165k words] A superhero au from Tommy’s pov where he is the hero Dream’s sidekick and has terrible amnesia, forgetting the entirety of what happened the year before. The Syndicate, a band of villains, is looking for something that was stolen from them.

Hush Now (You Were Lost But Now You’re Found) by CorpseArt — [Incomplete, 56/?, 301k] A superhero AU where Tommy was Dream's sidekick and made it his entire person, and then Dream kicks him out of the Hero Corp. Tommy needs to figure out what the fuck is going on, bc there's no way Dream would just do that, even if he did protect the villain Siren. Their one rule is to not kill. Also he meets this funky man named Wilbur at a coffee shop and they become besties. (Pogtopia my absolute beloved.)

say you’re open by remrose — [9/9, 43k] A magic AU from Wilbur’s pov where he finds this kid unconscious on the floor if his shop after attending his mother’s funeral, obviously bearing the marks of intense chaos magic. He takes care of the kid. He also gets sold a mysterious object. The twinsduo here makes my heart sing. Also Phil is kind of like “you are mildly breaking the law” and Neapolitan trio just shrug.

Technoblade’s Entirely Average Babysitting Gig by opheliabloo — [3/3, 34k] A Techno pov fic where he is in college and needs money. A really shady family is offering like 20k for babysitting for 3 hours or something absurd like that, and him being a money-hungry college student, he ventures to this house in the middle of nowhere to take care of gremlin children that try to kill him.

His Curse of Binding by bari_astralis (orphan_account) — [30/30, 144k words] A foster au from Tommy’s pov where he is reincarnated into different Greek hero stories and he needs to figure out who this time’s story is before his sixteenth birthday. Featuring: Complicated SBI bonding, (minor) Clementine being a girlboss, bench trio being absolutely precious, allium duo making fun of each other but alsok being so damn precious, Linda Smith and Miss Allingham bashing (you’ll understand when you read it, I hate their guts), and generally trying to find your peace in life.

Breathing’s Just a Rhythm by MollyPollyKinz — [53/53, 186k] A time travel canon-divergent fic where Tommy, Schlatt, Dream, Tubbo, and The Voices travel from Exile era back to Pogtopia-Manburg era, and they've gotta fix the shitty world and avoid Dream at all fucking costs. Relationship building happens, and the Voices are the best character to ever exist in all literature.

the from ice to water series by Drhair76, plantform — [12 works, 157k words] The main fic is icing those hurts, but my personal favorite is hailing on you. An ice skating au fic centered around found family and belonging in a place without harm. In the main fic, Tommy gets healed, but in hailing on you, Wilbur gets healed and it's so sweet <3

holding onto nothing by remrose -- [20/20, 71k] A mainly Techno pov fic, twinsduo centric. adhd and autistic techno, and his mom is a bitch. He goes to the Crafts for help and it's terribly sweet but also pretty angsty. At times this fic has literally been my lifeblood, like my support system in keeping me alive. I love it so much.

My Faithless Hoax by phantom_star739 -- [24/24, 105k] A supernatural? (fae, vampire, siren) crimeboys centric fic with mild political aspects. I don't really know how to describe it, but it's amazing.

Fic recs part 2!

[tumblingghosts]

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[lennjamin-o7]

To Be Truly Free

Chapter 4

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“You know, this is a perfectly good bed,” Sir Wil grinned as he lounged on the embroidered comforter, staring down at a stunned Technoblade. “But I’ve gotta admit, you were sleeping so soundly that you almost made a decent argument for the floor. Well, except for right at the end there. Bad dream?”

Technoblade gawked as he registered the man in front of him, then he was on his feet. Only swaying slightly as the room seemed to spin. He blinked rapidly as the blood rushed to his head, but lowered his gaze in respect.

“Ap-apologies, Sir Wil, I was not expecting-”

“Shh-shhh it's okay. You’re not in trouble,” Sir Wil assured. He sat up, hands raised in a placating motion. Technoblade was slightly annoyed that Sir Wil was treating him like a startled animal, but resisted rolling his eyes. “Honestly, I was just coming to see if you were settling in. But you were so cute, all curled up that I just had to stay a while.”

Technoblade felt his cheeks warm. Cute? Heh?

“It’s-I’m fine, Sir Wil. You don’t need to-”

“Oh, you don’t have to be so formal, Technoblade. Call me Wil,” Was this guy going to keep interrupting him? Technoblade frowned.

“Forgive me, Sir Wil, but I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to be so familiar,” Technoblade insisted, shifting from foot to foot. He winced as his head spun from the motion, briefly there were two Sir Wils before him.

“I insist,” Sir Wil said, fluidly standing from the bed. Technoblade stiffened as the man came closer. “I didn’t come here as Sir Wil, advisor to the King. I came here as Wil, Tommy’s brother, someone looking for a pleasant chat with an interesting person. We didn’t get to talk much at all before. You know how Kings are. They demand all of your attention. And today has been so turbulent, I’m sure it could come as quite a shock for you.”

“It’s-” Technoblade trailed off, not sure what he was going to say. Honestly, a shock was an understatement. It had been a very confusing day. He wasn’t even sure why he was here in this room. Had the High Priest said? He didn’t remember if he did. Sir Wil might know, but Technoblade wasn’t sure if it would be rude to ask. And High Priest Jericho’s warning was still fresh in his mind. Was this some kind of trap? More so than usual conversations were traps?

Technoblade was pulled from his thoughts when Sir Wil clapped his hands together.

“I know! What if we leave this tiny room and go see Tommy?” Sir Wil grinned as he tilted his head to the side, a strange glint in his eye. “I wouldn’t call him a relaxing presence, but it would be so much fun! I just know he would love to see you again. He’s done nothing but talk about you and your trip through the city. And our rooms are close to this wing of the palace, I made sure of that. We can head over there now. I know Tommy has been sneaking into the kitchen to pilfer snacks for you, the little gremlin. It will be wonderful. What do you say?”

“I-Sir Wil, I can’t,” Technoblade shook his head.

“Oh, it's perfectly alright,” Sir Wil’s words were like honey. Technoblade shivered as they seemed to melt into the crevices of his thoughts, making them soft like dough. His shoulders relaxed as he stared Sir Wil in the face, brown eyes the only thing he could focus on. The only thing he wanted to focus on. Of course everything was perfectly alright! Sir Wil said so. The man grinned at him and stepped closer, tugging Technoblade’s wrist towards the door. His fingers just briefly brushed the hidden iron under Technoblade’s sleeve. “You will be much happier in our room. With us. We’ll keep you safe. You won’t have to worry about the priests or the Church. I promise.”

Safe. Honestly, Technoblade couldn’t imagine not having to worry about the Church. Though he always craved a small taste of freedom, he wasn’t sure he could truly imagine it. The lingering threat of punishment had hung over his head for as long as he could remember, the sword of Damocles always a breath from falling. The idea that he could just leave it behind was a balm on his soul. A long forgotten wish.

The words were more than tempting. Technoblade smiled slightly, taking a step to follow Sir Wil. Sir Wil beamed, cooing as Technoblade followed. Honestly, to be free of the Church always sounded impossible. Especially with-

“-You are not to leave this room without express permission from one of the Church. Do not try to sneak away. Do not talk back. There are no more warnings, no more second chances. Do only what you are told.” The High Priest had said.

Technoblade jerked and ripped his hand out of Sir Wil’s grasp, gasping as he took a step back. Sir Wil startled, eyes wide.

“I can’t-I can’t leave this room,” Technoblade gasped, heart racing. He shook his head and stepped away as Sir Wil’s hand came up toward him. Gods, what was he thinking? “I’m-I’m sorry, Sir Wil. I can’t leave.”

“Technoblade, I promise that-”

“No,” Technoblade shook his head frantically, stumbling back. He found himself gripping the bracelet tightly, the iron still hidden under his sleeve. “I can’t.”

Sir Wil frowned, looking slightly put out. The man hummed, and Technoblade shuddered. Great, now he had pissed him off. He had been too rude, too loud. He had even told him No . Not that he had a choice. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. And the damnation of the High Priest could be so much worse. This was going to be the end of him. This whole conversation had been a trap from the start. Why would anyone important want to talk to Technoblade? Technoblade pressed his wrist against his chest and looked at the ground. It was a fight to keep his neutral facade, but he didn’t want to appear pathetic when Sir Wil inevitably got mad. He would keep some of his pride in the face of his end. There were few things in his life he could control, but this would be one of them.

“Okay,” Technoblade’s eyes shot back up to Sir Wil. The man was smiling once again. “We can stay in here for now. If you do something for me.”

“...what would you have me do for you, Sir Wil,” Technoblade asked slowly. Sir Wil snorted.

“I want you to call me Wil. Just Wil. Really, it isn’t that hard,” Sir Wil chuckled. “I understand that you probably have to call me Sir around others, but when it's just you and me? I would prefer to just be Wil. I’ve never cared much for titles. Well, that’s a lie, actually. I am honestly quite fond of some titles. But not from you. Just call me Wil.”

Technoblade hesitated again, scrutinizing Sir Wil’s expression. He wasn’t accustomed with such…familiarity. Not with someone so clearly important. Important people enjoyed the subservience of those under their heel, not acquaintanceship. Not with Technoblade. Yet he… seemed genuine.

“Plus, it would be soooo awkward if you called Tommy his name, and then I’m stuck as ‘Sir Wil’. Do you know how much the gremlin would tease me with that? I would be hearing about it for years. Decades even. You gotta help a mans out here, Technoblade.”

“Alright. I supposed I can do that…Wil,” Technoblade narrowed his eyes to gauge Wil’s reaction, but Wil clapped his hands in glee.

“Excellent,” Wil said, stepping closer to Technoblade once more. Technoblade tensed as Wil approached, but the brunette didn’t act as if he noticed. Wil tugged on his sleeve, leading him toward the bed.

“Here, let's sit down and talk. Tommy can suffer on his own for a little while. I want to know more about you , Technoblade,” Wil gently pushed Technoblade to sit on the bed, hands pressed on Technoblade’s shoulders. Or at least, he started to do so. 

“Why do you smell like horses?” Wil scrunched his nose in distaste, hands still on Technoblade’s shoulders.

“Because I was working with horses?” Technoblade raised a brow. A brief wave of dizziness hit him. He closed his eyes briefly, before looking back at a concerned Wil’s face.

“Are you alright?”

“Yep,” Technoblade tried to pull away, but Wil was not having that. “I’m perfect.”

“I mean, I agree, but-” His nose scrunched up again. “Honestly, did you just rub up against a horse all day. It’s just so… strong . How can you stand the smell?”

Technoblade thought back to the hour or so he had spent just laying ontop of Rocket, making small yet complex braids in her mane.

“You get used to it,” He shrugged. Wil huffed.

“Nope. No, we are not doing this. You are going to go take a shower.”

“Heh?”

Wil ignored him and rushed over to the nearest wardrobe, throwing it open with a flourish. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

 “I know they have an aesthetic going on, but the ‘all white clothing thing’ is a little much.” Wil yanked out clothes seemingly at random. Not that it mattered, they were probably all the same.  “Especially if you are going to be working with horses. Or, you know, blood, since you are supposed to slaughter vampires or whatever. Seriously, did they think anything through?”

Technoblade snorted, covering his mouth to cover the smile. But Wil turned to grin at him.

“It may have crossed my mind before, as well,” Technoblade said with as much neutrality as he could muster. He wasn’t sure how well he did, though, as Wil’s grin grew.

“I’m sure. I would guess that it’s the Blessed that are the most inconvenienced by it. And the launderers. Honestly, I bet if I looked at the ledgers, the amount of money spent on bleach alone would be ridiculous,” Wil tossed the clothes at Technoblade, who caught them reflexively. Before he could think of an appropriate response, he was being pushed toward a door he hadn’t noticed.

It was a bathroom, ornately decorated. The room itself was larger than the communal showers that Technoblade was used to, plush towels sat folded on mahogany shelves. Marble tile contrasted with dark wine red rugs. A golden basin sat under a polished faucet, drawing attention away from a massive clawfoot tub. Technoblade could just glimpse a shower head behind a frosted pane of glass. 

“Sorry it’s so small. They were very insistent about Hallowlance getting the biggest room,” Wil frowned. The brunette tsked and crossed his arms, before nudging Technoblade with his elbow. “Everything you need should be in here. Don’t drown.”

“Heh?” Technoblade turned to watch Wil as he ambled out the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a soft thunk. Technoblade blinked a couple of times, before turning back to the bathroom. He sighed and pulled off his boots, tossing them by the door before he undressed. 

The shower was more complicated than the ones back in the Cloister, but Technoblade wasn’t surprised by this. Everything today had been more complicated. Technoblade wouldn’t be surprised if he learned a more complicated way to breathe by tomorrow. Or blink. Maybe the High Priest would require him to blink scripture in morse code from now on. When he first turned on the shower, he jumped back in surprise at how hot it was. He fiddled with the knobs until he found a setting that didn’t boil him alive. Something much more manageable. He scrubbed quickly, trying to get all of the dirt and sweat off his skin. When he marveled over some of the sweet-scented soap, he paused.

What was he doing?

Why was he just…hanging out with a King’s Advisor? An advisor that the High Priest obviously hated! This was just-what? This was the height of stupidity. There is no way the Church would approve of this. Technoblade didn’t have any power to make Wil stop talking to him, but he could be as prickly as necessary to make the man lose interest. It shouldn’t be hard. Most people didn’t really like Technoblade. At least, he assumed so. Most everyone avoided him, Steve being the only exception. But this guy wasn’t. And that was…nice. But it would get him killed. He just-no. He couldn’t. He had to find a way to shake off the Advisor.

He reached out and slapped one of the knobs, turning the water icy cold. He sucked air through his clenched teeth as his muscles seized from the sudden temperature change. He had to get a hold of himself. He couldn’t let a sudden change in scenery, a sudden change in the predictable trajectory of his life deceive him. The base facts were the same. He was still in the same position he had always been in, and he needed to tread carefully . It didn’t matter how nice Wil- Sir Wil was. He couldn’t let his guard down. 

He quickly ran his fingers through his slightly damp hair, not bothering with braiding it. He used one of the least decorative towels to strain as much water out of it as possible before getting dressed. He only had to hold on to the sink for a couple moments to prevent the world from spinning out from under him. Steeling himself, he walked barefoot out of the bathroom, hoping that Sir Wil had decided to leave while he lingered in the shower.

That hope was dashed almost immediately.

“That was much faster than I was expecting,” Wil looked completely comfortable on the bed, shoes discorded haphazardly on the floor. He hopped off the bed and skipped over to Technoblade, grabbing at his arm. “Come on. The bed is incredibly comfortable. You can floor sleep some other time.”

“Sir Wil, -”

“Ah-ah! Nope, wrong. It’s Wil, not Sir Wil. You already agreed.”

“But-”

“Nope,” Wil sat a hand on Technoblade’s shoulder and steered him toward the bed. “No buts-shit, now I’m sounding like Dad. But I can’t have you calling me Sir. Nope. Nipping that in the butt now.”

“Bud.”

“What?”

“Nipping it in the bud. That’s the phrase. Not butt,” Technoblade said as he sat on the bed, spine straight as an arrow and intensely uncomfortable no matter how soft the bed was. 

“No, I don’t think so.”

“It’s based on botany. Trimming the buds of flowers, in order to properly prune. It allows for better growth for a plant in the long run, even if you have to cut a piece of it away in the first place,” Technoblade scooted to the side as Wil sat, barely escaping the arm that reached out over his shoulder. Wil pouted. 

“Well, I like butt better-”

“Shocking,” Technoblade deadpanned.

Wil giggled, hand covering his mouth. His laugh was infectious, and Technoblade found himself relaxing before chastising himself. Prickly personality. Unlikability. He has to get rid of him.

Wil finally collected himself, dramatically wiping a tear from his eye.

“You’re fun,” Wil smiled, before flopping backwards on the bed, head resting on the pillows. He patted the bed beside him, motioning for Technoblade to lie down. Technoblade merely frowned.

“Come and lay down, Technoblade,” Wil’s voice echoed. Technoblade met his eye and relaxed. It would be fine. With all the grace he could muster, Technoblade flopped on his back beside Wil. His long hair splayed across the pillows.

“So, do you like horses?” Wil asked, tilting his head. Technoblade’s brow furrowed.

“Yes?”

“Wow, you sound so sure,” Wil snarked. Technoblade gave him a look.

“I like horses,” He said instead.

“Really? Did you know that their legs are actually fingers?”

“Heh?”

“It’s true! Their legs are basically just overgrown fingers. If you look at the bone structure, horse legs are quite similar to human arms – they extend from the body, can move in the same directions, and have elbow, wrist, metacarpal bones, and phalanges. The wrist in horses is called the knee, but when you look below the knee, horse legs are really similar to the middle finger. It looks as if a huge middle finger is extended all the way down to the hooves,” Wil continued, wildly gesticulating with his hands.

“Okay…” Technoblade trailed off confused, making a note to ask Steve about this but also wondering if Wil was completely well.

“Yeah, when I learned that, I couldn’t decide if horses were trustworthy or not,” Wil continued. “Because, how do you know if they are flipping you off or not? They have four middle fingers, so that means they could be flipping you off constantly and you would never know! What if there is a horsey equivalent of giving the bird and I would never know? I don’t think I could deal with the disrespect, Technoblade.”

“Do you often spend your time trying to decide if animals are disrespectful or not?” Technoblade was trying very hard not to laugh. He was going to be unfriendly, not appealing to talk to. He was not going to laugh.

“Of course not. Well, unless we are discussing anteaters. But they are so obviously untrustworthy and disgusting little creatures, no one would argue with me there,” Wil said assuredly.

“Of course not. Completely obvious.”

“Yay! Validation. I rub it on my skin,” Wil mimed rubbing his face, Technoblade’s lip twitched. “So, you are around horses a lot, right? Do you know if there is an equine equivalent to giving someone the bird?”

“I think a horse would just bite you if they didn’t like you Si-, I mean Wil,” Technoblade said. “Or maybe trample you.”

“Oh My Gods, you're right. Trampling! That must be it,” Wil facepalmed. “Literally hitting people with all four middle fingers at once. It's so obvious.”

Technoblade couldn’t help it, he laughed. Maybe only slightly hysterically. But Wil smiled warmly as Technoblade composed himself. 

“So, enough about me. Time to ask about you,” Wil said. “Let’s see. What’s your favorite color? Mine’s teal.”

“Hmmm,” Technoblade thought, before shrugging. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean ‘you don’t know’? That’s like the easiest question ever,” Wil whined. Technoblade forgot all about being prickly.

“No one’s ever really asked me that before,” Technoblade pushed some of his hair out of his face, completely missing Wil’s frown. “And I haven’t really ever thought about it.”

“Well, think about it now. I want to knooowww,” Wil continued to whine. Technoblade rolled his eyes, and thought about it.

“Definitely not white,” Technoblade said earnestly. “And I don’t really like brown either. I still like red, even though…”

Technoblade trailed off, not finishing that thought. Crimson robes filling his mind with a shudder.

“Blue is a nice color,” Technoblade looked up at the ceiling as he thought, the only thing visible was the red cloth strung across the four posts. “The really dark blue you get when it’s almost dawn. Or the really light blue of a clear day.”

He couldn’t think of anything bad that was blue.

“Awww, teal is basically blue! We are like twins,” Wil grinned.

“I’m pretty sure that isn’t how twins work,” Technoblade’s lips quirked into a very small smile. 

“Semantics,” Wil brushed off. “Okay, so how tall are you? Because you are almost as tall as me, which is really impressive by the way-”

Wil asked question after question, Technoblade answering as well as he could. Most of the questions about his likes or dislikes took a long time for him to answer, which seemed to frustrate Wil. Occasionally, something Technoblade said would make Wil frown and Technoblade would see the embers of a rage that made him slightly nervous. A slight tinge of insanity mixed with fury. Yet on and on the questions went, as the hours ticked by, Technoblade relaxed more and more. The warning of the High Priest was not forgotten, but something inside craved the attention that Wil was giving him. And it was a losing battle to tamp out that unknown need. So he did nothing to dissuade Wil’s questions.

“Okay, but what about your favorite food?”

“Potatoes,” Technoblade said instantly, spurring Wil to start laughing.

“Okay, but what kind-”

“If it is a potato, I want it,” Technoblade said instantly, then amended. “But I won’t say no to carrots.”

“That’s not very specific, Technoblade,” Wil admonished.

“Well, I don’t get a lot of control over what I eat, Wil,” Technoblade shot back. Wil frowned and Technoblade hesitated a moment before venturing to ask. “What’s your favorite food?”

“Sand,” Wil said offhandedly, sitting up slightly and glancing around the room.

“Heh?”

“Sand, duh. I like the way it crunches in my teeth,” Wil said distractedly, before looking at Technoblade. “Did you eat dinner? I don’t see any plates or a tray left in here. Did they already take them?”

Technoblade paused and thought for a moment. He hadn’t eaten, no. He shrugged in response.

“I’m not sure how long I was asleep. I might have missed dinner. No big,” Technoblade brushed off, but suddenly Wil looked livid.

“Except all of the Blessed are supposed to have food brought to their room. That was the rule the High Priest insisted on to limit contact. If you haven’t eaten, it means they never brought it,” Wil hopped off the bed, striding purposefully toward the door.

“Wait, Wil, what are you doing?” Technoblade was quick to follow, dread settling in his stomach.

“I’m going to find whoever is responsible and shred them,” Wil nearly growled. Technoblade shivered at the sound, fear traveling up his spine. But he rushed forward and grabbed Wil’s wrist before the brunette made it to the door.

“It’s fine. It’s just one meal, it’s not worth it. They probably just thought I had already ate at the Cloister-”

“It is not fine, Technoblade,” Wil was furious. Technoblade felt himself panicking. “And I am going to make sure they realize just how not fine their treatment of you is.”

There are no more warnings, no more second chances.

He had to stop him. 

Technoblade dropped to his knees.

“I beg you, Sir Wil, please don’t do this,” Technoblade’s voice shook almost as much as his hands as he kneeled. He kept his eyes firmly on the floor, hair falling into his face. “I truly appreciate your concern, I do! You’re being extremely kind. But it would be me facing the consequences of this.”

Technoblade swallowed, Wil had stopped moving and was saying nothing.

“And I really don’t want to face those consequences,” Technoblade continued, iron bracelet feeling heavier than usual. “Please, just-please just leave it. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Sir Wil was silent, the only sound was Technoblade’s frantically beating heart. Technoblade wasn’t sure if the way the room was spinning was because of his fear, or a symptom of his fever getting worse. He supposed it didn’t matter in the end, if Sir Wil didn’t decide to drop it. 

“It’s Wil,” Sir Wil’s voice sounded tight, Technoblade did not look up as the man took a deep breath. “You already agreed on just Wil.”

Technoblade stayed silent, still looking at the floor. Sir Wil groaned, before Technoblade noticed the steps getting closer.

“I’m sorry, Technoblade,” Wil bent down, gently putting a hand on Technoblade’s shoulder. Technoblade flinched. “I should have considered your position. But I won’t let this happen again, okay?”

Technoblade nodded, unable to find his voice.

“I guess I kind of ruined our conversation, huh?” Wil said mournfully. “I’m sorry for that, too.”

A hand touched his hair, pushing it out of his face. Technoblade hesitated before looking up at Wil. The man was leaning in front of him, a sad smile on his face.

“It’s getting late. I think you should go to bed for the night,” The words rang in his ears, and Technoblade nodded, slowly standing up. He should sleep. A cool hand on his shoulder steered him toward the bed. Technoblade reached out to pull back the blankets, but Wil’s hand was there first, yanking the blankets back and helping Technoblade into the bed. “Sleep, Technoblade. Tomorrow is going to be a chaotic day, I’m sure.”

Technoblade nodded slightly, eyes already closed. He felt his consciousness slowly pulled away thread by thread. He just barely noticed as Wil positioned his arms above the blankets. A hand on his arm paused, running a finger along Technoblade’s sleeve before gently pulling the white fabric away. Technoblade’s weary mind noted a finger running over the iron bracelet.

“What’s this-”

But Technoblade was already asleep.

—

Technoblade has had many unpleasant wake up calls. Gongs were the usual, but he had been literally dragged out of his bed a few times. Other times, he had been slapped awake, screamed at, or had water dumped on top of him. Truly, unless he woke up on his own, waking up was always unpleasant.

However, this was new.

“Technoblade!” A voice screeched, and then Technoblade found the air knocked out of him. He sat up with a start, gasping for air. When he looked down, a blond teenager was sprawled across his stomach, blue eyes looking up at him with a mischievous grin.

“Who let this loud blond child in here?” Technoblade gasped. Tommy sputtered, grin twisting to a look of rage.

“Fuck you! I am not a child,” The child screeched. Technoblade winced at the volume. 

“Right, right. Of course. Big man. Sorry, I must still have sleep in my eyes,” Technoblade rubbed at said eyes. He could feel his heartbeat in his head, and heat poured from his skin in waves. Great, fever was still going strong.

“Thank you,” Tommy said. “Bitch.”

“What are you doing in here, Tommy?” Technoblade asked suddenly, blinking himself awake. “I’m pretty sure you aren’t allowed in here.”

Wil, maybe. He was an advisor. But he didn’t see the Church letting this foul-mouthed child in.

“I go where I want, Blade. No guard is going to stop me,” Technoblade begged to differ, but he supposed the kid was in here now. Technoblade looked around the room when he noticed.

“Did you climb in through the window?” The solitary window was open, curtains blowing in the early morning breeze. Dawn was here again.

“Fuck you. Some of us can’t be all sneaky like Wil,” Tommy hissed. “Windows are perfectly good means of getting into rooms. Even better than doors.”

“How did you even get up here? This is the second floor,” Technoblade questioned.

“I climbed. Duh,” Tommy rolled his eyes.

“Are you part raccoon or something?” Technoblade deadpanned, causing an irritated Tommy to sputter and curse. But Technoblade’s attention was drawn to the loud sound of metal sliding against metal. He looked around the fuming kid to see a small window open on the iron door, a tray pushed through. Huh, that must be what Wil was talking about.

With all the care he usually took with children, Technoblade shoved a screeching Tommy into the floor and got out of the bed. The kid was…surprisingly sturdy. He ignored the threats on his life as he ran his fingers through his hair. Honestly, he should have braided it before he went to sleep. It was filled with tangles. He bent over by the door, and picked up what must be his breakfast. 

A familiar porridge sat in a bowl, a small chunk of slightly burned bread sat beside it. He sat the tray on a desk and turned to say something to the invading child. He jumped when he realized the kid was right next to him, not having heard Tommy move. The kid’s face was scrunched up in disgust.

“That looks gross,” Tommy looked appalled. Technoblade shrugged, dipping the bread into the porridge and stuffing it into his mouth. Tommy gaped at him.

“It tastes about how you would think it tastes,” Technoblade said after he swallowed. 

“I think it’s gotta taste like shit,” Tommy said, glaring at the tray.

“Really? You have much experience with that?” Technoblade smirked. The teen glared at him. 

“Fuck you, Blade. For that, I shouldn’t give you what I brought. But because I am obviously the bigger person here, I will look past your stupid words and shit and give it to you anyways,” Tommy puffed up his chest.

Technoblade quirked an eyebrow.

“And what exactly did you bring me?” He took another bite of the bread, not even flinching at the taste but inwardly amused at the look of disgust on the other’s face.

“Stop eating that shit!” Tommy reached for the bread, but Technoblade had anticipated the grab and held it away from the kid.

“A guy’s gotta eat.”

“Then eat this instead, you pink-haired bastard,” Tommy shouted, pulling a bag from his shoulder. Curious, Technoblade bit into the bread to free both of his hands and took the bag from the teenager. Opening the flap, his eyes widened as he looked inside.

The bag was filled with fruit, nuts, and berries haphazardly thrown inside. Technoblade hesitantly pushed the food around to see fine white bread wrapped in cloth napkins, tiny glass containers of butter and jam. Technoblade pulled out a fancy glass bottle with a corked lid, the inside containing a dark red juice. He didn’t really know what to do with this, and watched as the liquid sloshed on the inside of the bottle.

“Wil mentioned that you didn’t eat dinner yesterday, so I snuck down to the kitchen and stole you some food. And it's a good thing I did if that shit was what they were going to give you. You can go ahead and thank me, I already know that I am the best at taking care of you. Wil mentioned that he accidentally gave you a panic attack and I certainly haven’t given you a panic attack. That means I am the better brother, duh!” Tommy seemed very proud of himself. Technoblade shifted the bag into one hand so he could take the bread from his mouth.

“I-Tommy, you didn’t have to do this. What if you get in trouble?” Technoblade sat the bag on the desk, next to the porridge.

“Like they would ever catch me. If they did, I would simply say ‘No thanks, bitch. I am actually too pog for that to have been me’ and then they will believe me and let me go. I’m just that great,” The kid was beaming, but Technoblade felt conflicted about the unbelievable excuse.

“Right,” Technoblade drawled, moving to take another bite of the bread. This time, he was too distracted to stop Tommy from snatching it. “Hey-!”

Tommy wound up and tossed it straight out the window. Technoblade sighed.

“That was really unnecessary,” Technoblade moved toward the porridge but once more Tommy got to it first. “Bruh!”

Techno watched as the kid grinned and started to throw the bowl as well.

“Do not!” He quickly grabbed the kid’s wrist, the kid spitting like an angry cat. “Don’t you think people might be a bit suspicious if they see a random shattered bowl outside the window of my room? Put it back!”

“Bitch. Pissboy. Fucker. Let go!” Tommy said. Technoblade wrenched the porridge out of the kid’s hand, somehow not spilling it. Well, it was unpleasantly thick, so maybe that wasn’t surprising. “I could have prevented you from taking that. I was just holding back so I didn’t hurt you.”

“Right. Of course,” Technoblade sat the bowl back down. With a groan, he ran his fingers through his hair, pulling some of the tangles free. “Listen, Tommy, it’s not that I don’t appreciate you bringing all of this, but this is too big of a risk for you to take. You could get yourself hurt, or worse.”

“I’ll be fine, Blade. There is nothing to worry about! I’ve had plenty of practice. I steal the King’s breakfast all the time back home-”

Technoblade froze.

“...King’s breakfast?” He asked, his voice pitched higher than before.

“Yeah, I figured you deserved something great, so when I saw them putting together King Dante’s-”

“Tommy. Tommy, please tell me you are joking. Tell me you are not being serious,” Technoblade leaned against the desk.

“Uhhhhh-” The kids suddenly looked sheepish.

“You didn’t,” Technoblade glanced at the bag. Something so inconspicuous, but with such dire consequences. 

“It’s fine. No one saw me! And it’s not like someone is around to tell!”

A sudden clanging filled the air as the locks on the iron door were loudly unlatched. 

Technoblade didn’t think, merely grabbed the kid and the bag of food and threw them into the wardrobe, shutting the door with a snap. Tommy cracked open the door and called out a brief complaint before Technoblade shushed him, stepping quickly away from the wardrobe to meet the door. 

It opened with a creak, announcing the arrival of Priest Jereth.

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[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Be dead if you do, be dead if you don't

by Xylakyo952

Tommy stared blankly up at the billboards across the road, all flashing the same breaking news story.

"A young hero trainee known as Red Inferno has tragically died today, the brave young man had a surprise run-in with the syndicate on his very first solo mission today. He fought valiantly and was able to save many civilian lives but ultimately he was killed before more heroes could arrive on the scene…"

The groceries Tommy had been carrying dropped to the floor, spilling out across the pavement as Tommy continued to stare up in shock.

Because how could they say Red Inferno died when he was standing right there,

 alive

Words: 1251, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo

Relationships: Clay | Dream & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Dark Sleepy Bois Inc, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Clay | Dream is Not a Villain (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream is Bad at Feelings (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Gremlin TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit's Name is Tommy Danger Careful Kraken Innit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Break (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit is So Done (Video Blogging RPF), Hero Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Hero TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Former Hero TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Vigilante TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and Technoblade are Siblings, Villain Wilbur Soot, Villain Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Sleepy Bois Inc

[lady-rafael]

Tommy woke up his body aching seriously if Tommy was a car his cheack engine lights would be flashing for fucks sake Tommy is hungry tired and has half a mind to let a doppelganger take him not before letting then in but tommy is a big man a big man he can do this he thinks before getting up

Tommy cracks his back and finishes his stale bread

As Tommy went to his office and sat down while wearing a fucking tie why who knows why not Tommy

The first guy came in obvious doppelganger his I.D says technoblade which come on dude he also has bubblegum pink hair nut looking at how jacked he looks Tommy's pretty sure he's tryna be Steve

“Come on dude are you even fucking trying I mean look at that weird ugly pink hair Steve would never”

“Maybe I like it pink” it?! He yea Tommy gonna assume it's a he because Steve was a he said that in a gruff tone

“Yea sorry to tell you big man your preferences don't matter when your trying to impersonate people gonna have to call the D.D.D now “

Tommy said but as he was about to click the emergency button he got interrupted by the bad Steve duplicate

“Children these days no respect to talk these days”

Look Tommy should probably not talk to him butttt Tommy was bored and there were no people this early for quite a while

“First of all I ain't no child secondly your a doppelganger my job is to spot you and call the D.D.D”

The pink haired man snorted

“Sure,runt I wanted to ask you don't look old enough to have a job yet are the humans that desperate also your hundred percent a child”

Tommy scoffed “I'm a big man and not a runt or a child and I'm practically old enough for this job it's just that the people say my talent and how much a big man I am and gave me this job early”

He snorted once more

“Sure, kid, whatever you wanna belive but i'll be back you're too interesting to leave alone Philza was right” after saying that the man went away leaving Tommy in shock first time he didn't call D.D.D on one of them and wasn't philza the phil copycat

The rest of the day Tommy worked absentmindedly, mind only on technoblade and Tommy was constantly berated about it like fuck off yall

But since Tommy was the only line of protection against the doppelgangers Tommy had to focus but seriously the fuck are the guards for Tommy is luke 70% sure there guns don't have bullets and there knifes are dull

Well one more “person” to go before Tommy has to clean Tommy thought with a groan

The person in front of him was a brunette with brown eyes and he smirked at Tommy, Tommy returned it with a scowl

Tommy checked his papers Wilbur, Wilbur Soot this copycat was trying to copy William Ash

Tommy stared at him with a blank stare checking for more odittys this fucking “guy” was freakishly tall the fuck so Tommy had to tell him

“dude, the fuck your papers are wrong yea but why the fuck are you such a bean pole”

His eyes widen and he looked shocked before with a smirk he said “shut up gremlin have you considered I'm not tall and your short because your baby man”

Tommy's blood was boiling how many insults did he slip into that

“shut the fuck up im not a “baby man” I'm a fucking big man the biggest”

He roller his eyes “ please” he said with a scoff “Come on kid what are you 12 and you only argued against your age dose that mean your a short gremlin” he said with a smug smile that made tommy want to knock his teeth out

“Shut the fuck up im not short I'm quite tall for your information and I'm not a damm gremlin and your tall beacuse your a failure doppleganger William ain't that tall go fuck yourself”

He simply laughed at tommy before saying

“You really cute, sunsprout any chance you'll let me in”

Tommy gave him a deadpan face before saying

“Get the fuck out before I call the D.D.D”

Then wilbur made a face akin to a wet cat before laughing and leaving if tommy felt a bit lonely after he left no one needs to no

As tommy left the office he stood still and held his breath nothing snapped his neck so he's safe but there's not way in hell he is cleaning this building or going hungry fuck jshit he's a piece of shit

Tommy walked to the cafeteria ignoring the looks he got Tommy put food on his plate more then usual one served the themself but why the fuck is it everyone but Tommy got to self indulged as tommy was about to walk out a guy came in front of him

“James,you know your not allowed here fuck off and put the food back and go clean the building”

Tommy flipped him off and said “go to hell first of all names Tommy don't wear it out and I know I'm beautiful and blonde but do I fucking look like Cindarella”

The guy was to stunned to stop him so tommy walced out flipping everyone the bird no way in ever loving hell he is cleaning hire a fucking janitor or pay Tommy enough to live

Tommy walked to one of the guest rooms yes a FUCKING GUEST ROOM incase extra survivors came in need of shelter Tommy had to live in a pecie of shit smaller then a attic room and there were guest rooms

Tommy sat down in a amazingly comfy bed put in the T.V and watched mouna the best film and Tommy ate and it was delicious

Tommy lazed around eating and watching movies for a good plenty hours till some fuckers who's name tommy couldn't be bother to reme ber came to bother him

“Who the fuck said you can do this you son of a bitch go. And.fucking work” the guy said he growled the last part out

“Oh my fucking god shut the fuck up il do my job as a doorman period rest of the shit NO and I want to be treated better so fuck right of, julia” tommy said knowing full well the guys name was anything but Julia

The guy looked redder than a tomato with anger he looks furious he fumbled for a good minute before practically screeching at Tommy

“I'll be back with Jschalt you spoiled brat”

“Ya sure be back with jshit or whatever now fuck off” tommy said standing up for him self was a heavenly experience

The guy didn't come back so tommy just enjoyed and fell asleep after a few hours

[potatohaver]

Introductions

Hello, this is an OC blog belonging to the STS system, this blog is based around the Udachi Blade character! Asks, interactions, fanart, whatever, is all welcome as long as its sfw! Please ask if you'd like anything tagged for triggers and such. Due to this character being a second gen (Techno's son) it is understandable if you do not want to interact and if so please do not ask me to change or delete my blog just DNI, though if you run a roleplay blog and do wish to interact I please ask you follow the relationships my character has already formed (ex: Techno being Udachi's father). Thanks.

!! Subjected to be updated as time goes on !!

Hard no's: NSFW.

Soft no's: Flirthing (Udachi is not interested, so if you try it you'll be greeted confused potato child (unless it's been talked about previously))

Udachi is a trans man who uses He / E pronouns, he was adopted by Technoblade and is a Piglin-Leviathan hybrid. Other things to note are he's over 18, bisexual, gremlin, canonical THEIF and stole Philza's nesting habits.

General Tags: ♡ #ooc - Out of character stuff

♡ #Chat Why - Asks and such

♡ #MIndless Mumbling - overall talk/post tag

♡ #I heard you have potatoes - in character reblogs, cool art, stuff like that.

♡ #Tooth Pain - overall angst tag

♡ #Foggy Memories - backstory tag

♡ #Trinkets - Udachi has stolen at least one thing from everyone he knows and puts it in his room. These are his trinkets and your free to ask what he has taken from a certain person.

♡ #tw [trigger] - Trigger Warnings

Character Tags:

◇ #Father I crave violence - Technoblade

◇ #The one with the murder - Philza Tag

◇ #Tree Cutter - @underscore-squared

◇ #Ruby Eyes - @spider-innit

◇ #Small Ender? - @endermae

I'll add more as I need them, but I'm ready to get this show on the road lmao. Enjoy!

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Here’s how the SBI family dynamic can still win

(Art is by @lost-soul-reaper )

[vpofcookies]

Draw your favorite character in your favorite outfit, but I got very carried away

w/out text and close ups below

Tumblr people get a hint about my appearance, as a treat. 

And no, I didn’t forget Phil’s wings, I just didn’t want to figure out how they’d work with that pose. uhhh magic. he hid them.

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Hello! So I saw your blogs and I loved them sm! I was wonder if you could do a fic about the SBI (cough cough Philza cough cough) reacting to reader getting a love note? Luv u

Heho~ Thanks for your request ^^ Luv u too and keep staying awesome.

A little Note for you Pt.1

(SBI x FamilyMember!Reader)

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!Warning!

Sibling banter, Grammatical Errors (please just oversee them, if there are there)

Character mentioned

Philza, Technobalde, Wilbur, Tubbo, Tommy

Summary

You get your very first Love letter <3

Word Count

1210

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Part 2

Masterlist

It's Sunday morning.

Phil made some scrambled eggs for a delicious Breakfast. You and all of your siblings sat at the dining table waiting for him. Wilbur, your older brother, sat in front of you. He always kicked your feet and when he does it always ends up in a kicking fight. Of course, it's a friendly fight and the both of you laugh when Phil calls up to stop it. Your only little brother, Tommy, who still is taller than you, sat beside you, and like every weekend, Tubbo is also here. He always sits on the head of the table across from Philza. Technoblade sat in front of Tommy, minding his own business and sipping on a cup of coffee.

As Phil was done cooking he placed the pan into the sink and came back with a bowl of scrambled eggs. The table now was covered in various delicious foods. Just as Phil sat down on his seat, the bell rang. It can only be the mailman.

Sure he wanted to read the news but was too lazy to sit up again. So he did what every parent would do. Ask their children

"Can someone please get the mail inside?"

Good son Wilbur stood up with no complaints and headed to the door. But something's of today. He took longer than usual.

"oh my," Wilbur said with a smile on his face "what do we have here?" He returns to the dining table and everyone looks at him "a love letter for our little Y/n"

Wilbur showed everyone the envelope. It was covered in hearts in many different colors. You didn't know who it could be but you're not eager to let your siblings know about it.

Tommy and Tubbo began to Pog at you and in the next second Wilbur were about to open the letter.

"NO!" You scream at the top of your lungs. Now Technoblades' attention was also drawn. You jump out of your seat and sprint offer to Wilbur. You tried to snatch the letter but man's too tall and just holds the paper above his head.

"Will, Give it back, please"

"Hmm... How about no, Tommy help me out, King"

And as told Tommy stood up and got the letter from Wilbur. He ran around the table then into another room.

"look at how cute it is" Tommy yelled. You only heard a paper ripping sound before you could reach your little gremlin brother. He must have opened the letter. "Tommy stop it!" you yelled.

You almost reached him but Tommy just runs back to the table. Tubbo looked at it all with a smile while Philza wanted to stop the banter and Techno tried to mind his own business again.

You followed Tommy back to the dining area and saw him looking at the written letter. Wilbur also looked at it over his brother's shoulder.

"Look at how neat the handwriting is. I wonder what they say"

Just as Wilbur wanted to read the letter out loud, Techno steps in and takes the paper away. "That's enough" He claims. You knew why Technoblade was your favorite Brother. He gave the letter back to you without standing up. You gladly took it and hugged him slightly "Thank you Tech. You're the best" You smiled at him and sat down back in your seat. Wilbur and Tommy also sat down on Philza's command.

They finished breakfast sooner or later. Tubbo and Tommy immediately headed back to his room while techno and Will helped to clean up the table. You also wanted to help but Phil dismissed me from duty and let you go back to your room as well.

You threw yourself onto the bed and pulled out the letter from the secret lover. It sure was neat handwriting.

You began to read it.

Dear Y/n,

I can't hold back my feeling anymore. I have to get it out but I'm too shy to tell you it myself and I doubt you would even like me so I'm writing you this letter.

Every day when I see you in school you make my day a whole lot brighter. I've seen myself enjoying going to school only because I get the chance to see you smile with your friends. It makes me sad when I don't see you smile or when you're feeling down. I want to make you happy again. You deserve the best Y/n. It makes me sad to know I'll never be part of your life only because my stupid self is too nervous around you. I have a huge crush on you but I don't want you to find out who I am. I'm not good enough for you and your brothers would probably try to threaten me. I'm scared of Technoblade.

I hope one day I'll gather up all my braveness and tell you it myself.

I'll tell you "Hey you know the one strange letter you got, this overly embarrassing one, yeah that was me. So I mean can we be friends"

Y/n you're gorgeous, smart, funny, beautiful, breathtaking, talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, and so on. Never let anyone tell you differently <3

Yours truly

Secret Person

The letter made you almost tear up. Never had you heard someone say such things, besides your family of course. But hearing, or reading, if from someone else is very different.

Just as you were finished reading it, a knock echoed through your room. You called them in and your father appeared in the doorway. He had a big smile on his face. "Aaaand?" he asked you. You weren't sure what es was speaking off "Speak up dad. I don't get you"

"do you know who this "secret Lover" is?"

you rolled your eyes "No of course not. that's why it is a "secret" Lover"

"cant believe your getting love letters" He winked and sighed the next moment Closing the door on you but you could still hear him talking to himself "My Kid is growing up so much" another sight "Soon they'll leave the house and life with their Lover"

You laugh about Phil's behavior and took another glance at the letter. Sure you wanted to find out who they are but you don't have any clue about who it could be. There are two things you know for sure. They are in your class. Second, Your brothers will try to find the letter and tease you with it. So better hide it somewhere good.

You looked around your room and found a book titled "The Aesthetics of Fire-Hydrant Design: Volume IX"

You don't know why you had that book and only that book of the series. But you were sure none of your brothers would pick it up to read it. You decided to put the letter in it and put it back to its original spot. Your eyes still linger on the book on the shelf. Your first-ever Love letter. It made you feel loved and a little warm on the inside. Maybe one day you'll find this secret Lover.

Part 2

Now whenever you look at this book, you'll always remember, once in your lifetime you had a secret admirer.

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Masterlist

PS: I also take requests. Running low on ideas right now.

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Stay hydrated and keep being awesome <3

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FINALLY! Behold, My OSMP designs!

Prince Ranboo, Tubbee, Chickeninnit, Spicy Jack Manifold, Phantombur

Crowfather, Axo-Nikki, Sneegsmall, Charlie Slimecicle (with Extra Slime!), Fragrance Man

Techno Minus the Blade, Starsmajor, Fundy but More Furry

Techno’s design is subject to change once he chooses his actual origin, and I didn’t include Quackity because he hasn’t logged in yet. I can’t WAIT for more origins stuff, I always loved it and was so sad when it went away… AND NOW IT IS BACK!!!

Also some head cannons, as a treat:

One of Ranboo’s horns is broken almost completely off. He insists it was from an epic struggle against mutinous endermen, but actually, he just broke it during a particularly violent temper tantrum.

Tubbo has an actual stinger, but that’s not how he “stings” others. He actually just has special gloves with normal poison potions loaded in them. If he were to ACTUALLY sting someone, the poison would be MUCH more potent, but would cost Tubbo his life.

I reject O!Tommy being O!Phil’s biological son, he’s just a delusioned kid who happens to be a species similar to his adoptive father and said adoptive father doesn’t have the heart to tell him that he won’t grow into his “flight feathers” any time soon…

Jack Manifold sells food and drinks at the Pub and yes, he does cook everything himself without a furnace, because what kind of blaze would cook something with someone ELSE’S fire??? Disgraceful!

Wilbur is not dead, but he insists that he is, because he’s a ridiculous dramatic creature of the night. He makes up stuff about his “past life” and most of the others just roll their eyes and respond with the usual “Ok Wilbur.”

Philza Minecraft works tirelessly as a vigilante fighter against evil, as well as a single father of *checks notes* literally all of the OSMP gang. Also instead of any 911/emergency number to call the OSMP folk just scream “CROWFATHER!” and he miraculously appears.

Nikki! She rules every body of water, and can speak to fish! Most fish are terrified of her because a. She’s huge compared to them and b. She IS mainly carnivorous, and they are the main source of meat for her to eat.

Sneeg is a horrible little gremlin. That’s it. That’s not even a head cannon that’s literally cannon. Also he’s a moth, fucking fight me.

Charlie Slimecicle is acidic. If you spend more than 3 seconds touching his slime you WILL burn.

It is unclear if Fragrance Man exists. Some of the OSMP folk insist he does, others insist he doesn’t. Every once in a while he (apparently) appears in the middle of the night to randomly fight (and/or vandalize the house of) the Crowfather.

Technoblade came to the SMP’s land just to farm potatoes to then be thrust into the clique of weird ass hybrid creatures. Spending time with them, however, has made him question himself… because surely the things he can do don’t make him human…? (Insert foreshadowing to his origin awakening here)

Scottsmajor WILL ask you what your star sign is, and once you respond, he WILL go on and on for hours and hours about what it means.

Fundy has a compulsion to steal everything in sight. He doesn’t mean it maliciously, it’s just an innate instinct in him to see, grab, and run away with anything he thinks is pretty.

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HELLOOOO!!!!!!

Can I have some Lee!Tommy pls? :D

If not, it's alright! :D OH AND I HAVE AN OC GIVEAWAY!

buh-bye! :D

Oh my! Hello! 😂

I’ve never written Lee! Tommy but I’ll give it a go! Thanks for the ask!

Warning: Tommy swears like a dirty crime boy

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“TOM YOU LITTLE GREMLIN!” The angry voice shouted close behind Tommy as he bolted through the house. “GIVE ME BACK MY BEANIE!!”

Tommy only laughed and held the red-knit hat tighter to his head. As you could probably assume Tommy had stolen Wilbur’s favorite beanie, and thus an epic chase broke out.

“CAN’T CATCH ME WIL—!” The blonde taunted, sprinting into the kitchen. However the hardwood floors granted the boy no friction to his socked feet and he was suddenly face-down on the ground.

A low chuckle above him made his face pale and he quickly rolled onto his back, only for Wilbur to perch atop the teen’s thighs.

“You gonna give me back my beanie, Tommy?”

“No fuhucking way.”

“I’m giving you a choice here. We can do this the easy way,” Wilbur began popping his knuckles and flexing his fingers “—or the hard way.”

Tommy, who was still pulling on the beanie to keep it firmly over his blonde curly hair, was now tingling with anticipation. He knew there was no way he was getting out of this, regardless if he gave his brother back his hat.

“F-Fuck yohou.” He giggled.

The brunette shrugged. “Your funeral.”

Wilbur’s hands shot down to the boy below him but instead of immediately feeling tickly fingers on his sides, he felt the beanie pull down over his eyes. Then followed the torturous clawing at his belly.

“NAhaha! Fuhuhuck, Wihihihil!! I cahahahan’t seeheehee!!” Tommy squealed, his hands moving down to grip at the hands squeezing at his torso.

“L.” The taller man said simply, drilling his thumbs into the boy’s lower ribs and earning a shriek followed by wild laughter.

“WIHIHIHIL!! Lehehemme see!! Tahahahake ihit ohohohoff!!”

“No no, you wanted to wear my beanie!” Wilbur teased. “I’m letting you wear it!”

“Nahahahat lihihihike thihis!! I dihihidn’t wahant to— FUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!” The blonde teenager absolutely screamed as his evil Ler of a brother began kneading into his hips mercilessly.

“You gonna give me back my beanie now?”

“YEHEHES YEHEHES I WILL!! WIHIHIHILBY PLEHEHEASE I CAHAHAN’T!!” Tommy cackled desperately. Wilbur stopped immediately upon hearing his brother’s cry, pulling the beanie off his head to admire his handiwork.

Tommy’s face was flushed bright cherry red, his smile splitting his face that had little traces of tear tracks running down it. Smiling fondly at the still giggling boy, Wilbur scooped him up in his arms and carried him to the couch. The two brothers sat and cuddled, Wilbur humming a song softly while Tommy slept soundly.

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Philza and Technoblade came back to the house an hour or so later, having to suppress coos at the two boys snoozing on the sofa. Wilbur had taken off his glasses at some point and rested his cheek on Tommy’s head, which was covered with the brunette’s favorite red beanie.

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I hope this was acceptable! 😅😁