#villain benchtrio

[angelsandarsenic]

I am once again asking for Villain!Benchtrio fics (especially in these spectacular genloss times) because they could make such good evil characters. and I mean evil villains, none of the heroic intentions stuff

FANFIC RECS PL E A SE

[hello-goodbye123433]

I'm bored and procrastinating, so let me try to convince you to read my DSMP/HermitCraft fanfic:

Complex political systems, an evil hero committee, non-SBI found family, secrets, reunions, there's only like three actually innocent characters, meddling gods, and a healthy dose of irony at every corner. That's not including all the trauma that got everyone to where they are!

Did I mention main character bench trio?

"If I'm going to be hated anyway, why not have fun while doing it?"

Oppositional Forces / Broken Bonds (May Never Heal) - Chapter 1 - Hello_goodbye123433 - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

[jinx-blackout-84]

The Shady Kid From the Alleyway

Chapter 2

Interlude: The Ace and the Man With the Silver Tongue

My TNTduo stuff really kicks off here.

Much shorter chapter

TWS: cursing, yelling, alcohol consumption

Wilbur was not a happy man.

His father had sent him to do trade deals with Las Nevadas.

The country was loud and bright, home to the richest con-man on the server.

The receptionist looked at Wilbur with a look of disdain the he didn't think she even tried to conceal. She clicked a pen, "who are you and why are you here?" She paused, "Actually, I don't care. Go home kid."

Wilbur made and held unblinking eye contact with the receptionist, "I am Wilbur Soot, heir to the Myncraft Tech Corporation, son of Phillip Watson, and, as you may know, your sole provider of all of the technology in this building." The words dripped with malice.

He blinked, "And I am here to speak with Quackity Nevadas."

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Quackity noted that his office window was very large.

This was not new information, but very difficult to not take note of. It spanned from floor to ceiling, showing him a view of /his/ empire, one he had built from the ground up and killed to protect.

The buildings glittered.

Blood dripped off of his hand onto the tiles of his office floor.

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The receptionist Wilbur was speaking with hesitated, picking her words carefully, "Mr. Nevadas is on break."

Wilbur grit his teeth.

"Where?" He hissed.

The elevator dinged.

Wilbur watched as a man left the elevator. His coal-black hair covered by a navy beanie was the first sign that this was the man Wilbur was looking for.

The second sign was the way that the man immediately turned around and stepped back into the elevator, jamming the buttons frantically.

Wilbur strode over, putting his hand over the elvator doors so he could walk into it.

Quackity sighed.

Wilbur smirked at the shorter. "That scared of me, Mr. Nevadas?"

"That scared of this shitty conversation. I can already feel myself losing flirting skills by talking to you," Quackity bit back.

"Well, I don't really care, Quackity," Wilbur replied.

"That's Mr. Nevadas to you, Wilbur."

"Oh, I see. I would never disrespect you, sir" Wilbur snarked.

"Good," Quackity said.

The elevator dinged.

The doors openened to the 81st floor of Nevadas Tower.

"So," Quackity said, "Do I have to talk with you in my office or can we get this over with while we have a drink?"

Wilbur pondered, "Probably an office matter."

Quackity ignored him. "Great, we're going to the bar."

"If you take me to that fucking casino-"

"In the new Navadas Casino."

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The lights were bright enough that Wilbur would not be shocked have a migrane later, but perhaps that was Quackity too, insufferable bitch.

"So," Quackity said, stirring his drink, something with vodka in it, Wilbur didn't recognize the name, "what did you need to talk to be about so badly, Wilbur?"

Wilbur glared. "I need information about Dream."

Quackity put a finger to his cheekbone, sipping his drink. "Okay, what do you need to know?"

"His real identity." Wilbur said.

"And why do you need to know that?" Quackity asked.

"He poses a threat to my company."

"And what are you willing to give me?" Quackity asked, making eye contact with Wilbur.

"The ability to have my company's products sold to your residents," Wilbur said.

"Huh. You don't need the sales to Las Nevadas?" Quackity smirked.

"Oh no, we do, but I think you need us more." Wilbur said.

"Oh, so eager to walk in dad's shoes now Will. What happened to that kid who wanted to stay with me after you ran away?" Quackity tapped his finger on the side of his glas,. "Plus, dad's shoes won't ever fit. Maybe Techno could take over, but you? Emotionally unstable, unreliable, and lazy." Quackity smiled.

People's heads were beginning to turn, eyes locked on their country's leader. Quackity stood up, walking over to a poker table."Play me?" He asked Wilbur.

Wilbur nodded, curtly.

"By the way, how'd that latest product release go?"

"Oh you mean the one you tried to sabotage?" Wilbur smirked, venom dripping from his tone, "great actually"

"I wonder what happens when daddy can't clean up your messes anymore, Wilbur," Quackity spit.

Quackity dealt the cards.

"And you'll never know," Wilbur said.

"I mean, it wouldn't be inconvenient for me to have one less market rival" Quackity said, blurring the line between sarcasm and truth.

"When dear old dad is dead, will you be able to pick up your own messes? Can you run a country? You can't run your own life, Wilbur. You're some stupid fucking kid who got lucky enough to adopted by some rich prick because he was bored."

"I am an owner of the company thay provides you all of the technology that keeps this city of yours functioning, Quackity," Wilbur spit.

"Mr. Nevadas," Quackity corrected.

He then raised his eyebrows "No, Will, you aren't. Your father is, and when he dies, It's your job to keep the company running, along with the entire country that depends upon it for their economy," he said.

"What will you do when it's you job," Quackity tilted his head, "to be your father? All I see is a melodramatic drama kid with no real future without his rich dad."

Wilbur flinched.

"Ooooh, I strike a nerve?"

Quackity watched an easy smile slip across Wilbur's face.

"Well," Wilbur dragged the tip of his finger ove the edge of his glass, "I see a sniveling man in a suit bought with new money, in a casino built with lies. I see a man that is so scared of losing his precious city full of scammers and con-men that he's willing to lose the most important connection he has to the largest company in L'manburg."

Quackity smirked, "Okay, well, orphan boy, do remember back when you used to ring my doorbell and stand on my porch, begging for somewhere to stay because you couldn't defend yourself against your foster parents? You owe me, darling," he drawled.

"No, darling, I really don't, I can protect myself well enough now. "

"What about Tommy? You protect him?" Quackity said, freezing when he saw a blankness dawn across Wilbur's face.

Wilbur saw red.

He pinned Quackity to the side of the poker table, game forgotten.

Wilbur bent down and whispered, "Quackity Nevadas, I could blow up this entire country. I could stop selling to Las Nevadas. I don't need you, Quackity. Not anymore. There was someone who did at some pont, right? What was his name? Greyson? What happened? He trusted you and then you betrayed him. You drive away everyone who loves you, Quackity Nevadas"

Quackity moved to push Wilbur.

Wilbur caged him with his arms.

"stay, darling," Wilbur said, letting his voice slip for a moment, "you will tell me who Dream is, or I will cut off your access to my company's products."

Wilbur let the shorter man go, and Quackity straightened before he downed his entire drink, "and if I don't know?"

"Then you will find out within the next week."

"Look man," Quackity said, leveling with the taller man, "i'm not even shitting you right now, I can't get that kind of intel in a week while running a country. Especially not without some motivation."

"Then you have two weeks," Wilbur said, "Or I'll blow up your cute little casino. That motivation enough?"

"Oh," Wilbur put cash on the bar beside the poker tableI want reports monthly, "I'll come down every other day to check on your progress."

The taller pulled on his trechcoat before walking out the door, leaving Quackity to watch.

-----------11:09December 3

Ace seemed quieter than usual, Techno noticed.

"Hey Ace, you good?" Mercury asked over the comms.

Ace was silent for a moment "I mean, not really. Job's pretty stressful right now to be honest."

Wilbur jumped over an alleyway. "Boss pushing you around again?"

"Not quite. Trying to manage alot right now. Pretty high tension situation"

Wilbur sighed behind his mask.He continued to run across the roof, "Yeah I know how that feels, man."

"It's pretty tough," Ace said, "They want me to do something really difficult right now," Ace paused, "and I could get in pretty serious trouble if I can't"

The moonlight caught Wilbur's Mercury mask as he nodded, not that Ace could see it. He had always had a soft spot for Ace, finding his jabs and jokes funny and laughing at his endless dick jokes. "Well, you could always come crash at my place and I could get you a job," Wilbur offered.

Ace was silent, replying after a pause, "I know, and thank you, Mercury, but I prefer to keep work and play seperate. Plus, I like my current job, if not my associates."

Wilbur nodded.

"Hey, Ace," Techno said "You're our best hacker."

"Okay, thank you?" Ace said, a lilt of a question in his voice.

"Do you think you could figure out Dream's civillian identity?" Techno asked.

"Okay, I'm gonna be honest, Blood God," Ace said, with a sigh, "I have no idea. I could get killed while looking into it, and It's risky. I can try, but no promises."

Techno figured that made sense. "Okay, that makes sense," he said.

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4:08 AM

The lights blurred as Quackity tried to breathe, back pressed against the cold tile wall.His chest had constricted and he couldn't seem to get air to his lungs.

He was going to die.

He had to figure out Dream's identity.

Dream would kill anyone who dug too deep.

Quackity was going to die.

Wilbur was going to kill him if he didn't find out who Dream was.

Quackity was not going to see twenty-three. He had two weeks.

He was going to die.His chest was tight and his panic was crushing down on his ribcage. The lack of air slowly gathered into dark spots in his vision as the flourescent lights of his office bathroom ran in streaks down his vision.

Quackity was so tired. Greyson had trusted him. He had failed Greyson. Now he was going to fail Mercury. He was going to fail himself. He was going to get himself killed along with his entire country.

Quackity slumped back against the tile, his head hitting the wall with a hollow thud.

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Quackity's fingers flew over the keyboard as he combed over private records from the Dream Team HQ. He had been in front on the computer for hours, his blue light glasses hopefully effective enough to save his vision. Villain fights, wounds suffered, all things mostly available to the public, and most heavily redacted, black bars covering important information to the point that some documents only had 20 visible words on them.

He reverse searched for any info pertaining to Dream, grinning when he came across something that seemed useful.

He knocked a monster can from the desk as he fist-pumped.

It was a number.

An IP adresss.

Quackity knew the IP adress for Dream's work phone.

His fingers danced on the keys as he poked around the coded protections on Dream's phone, searching for a loose thread or backdoor he knew had to be there.

Nothing.

This was gonna be difficult.

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"Did you talk to Quackity?" Philza asked.

"Yup, he was a bitch like always," Wilbur said.

"You're just saying that because you're in love with him," Techno said.

"I am not. He is the scum of the earth. I talk about him so much because I hate him," Wilbur defended.

"Bruhhhhh...."

"It's okay mate we'll accept you even if you love Quackity," Phil teased.

"I DO NOT!" Wilbur insisted.

"Okay, mate," Phil agreed.

"I'm gonna visit him every two days to check his progress," Wilbur said.

"But you don't have a crush, no way," Techno accused.

"Shut the fuck up I hate him so much," Wilbur said.

"Okay," Techno said placatingly.

Wilbur glared, walking out of the lobby of Mycraft Enterprise.

"Hey, dad, when do we get a new Tech manager?" He called behind him.

"Oh, Monday. I think you'll like the new guy," Phil said, smiling.

[x-pair-o-dice-x]

It's fine to take a while to do your fics, they're still AMAZING regardless!

thank you thank you,, mx. anon,,,,,,

[goshadie]

Second part!!!!

Help a child please---

THE END. What happened next? You can find out here!!!

Tysm for reading!!!!

COMIC FOR THE THIRD CHAPTER OF MY WORK ON AO3 YOOOОООО

On ao3 I posted the third chapter, and here's a moment from there!

Chayanne's meet with Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo!!!!

Someone's got flashbacks oh fuck-

Let's sign a petition to stop making Chayanne feel anxious.

More to come later!

By the way, you can read the third chapter here!!!

Any critique would be welcome!

[that-sweet-jester]

The BenchTrio pt.1

I've been inspired yet again, background below, enjoy my ramblings

excuse my english, it's been some time since i wrote anything in it

-TOMMY-

Full Name: Tommy Innit (not yet Craft) but in the stage of becoming so. Voluntarliy. But not really. As always, the Syndicate trio looked at this child and said mine now. Tommy had to comply.

Alias: Just as with Siren, I didn't really wanna go with the most popular choice and come up with something myself, but after some searching I settled on Theseus anyway. LOOK. Tommy always wanted to be a hero, the good guy who can really change stuff and help the others. That's why he settled on the name of one of the greek's most popular heroes. He was the BIG GUY, THE BESTEST OF THE BEST, THE ONLY MAN EVER. However, the real reason was, that because of his powers, he was mostly confined to the healing quarters, he couldn't really prove himself on the field. The name was supposed to lift his spirit, pretend that if he could get a chance he could live up to it. THINGS CHANGED, when one day he was exceptionally let on a mission and stumbled upon a hurt Syndicate member (cough cliché cough) Perses(Techno). In the myth, Asclepius was the god of medicine, he was such a good healer, he started bringing people back to life. Now, the gods didn't like that, mostly because people were supposed to die and to not change their nature, but we'll ignore that and implement my story. The Commission wanted the villains gone and suddenly some guy is helping and healing them?? Nope. That's why they wanted the guy who was the cause gone. Just like in the myth Aeslepius was killed for his actions, so The Commission declared Tommy their enemy after they found out it's him. THEY KILLED HIS HERO STATUS. But he was reborn into a vigilante Asclepius, just like Asclepius in the myth was ressurected and became a god. Of course it was the Syndicate that came up with the name. 💥💥💥💥

Powers: I also thought about different powers, but after I came up with the stuff above, it all just fell into place.

So in my incomplete lore, when Tommy somehow meets Siren for the first time, when he's still a hero, they start fighting. Normally Wilbur would just start using his voice, BUT Tommy is quicker and more agile and manages to touch Wilbur.

One of his powers is emotion manipulation, he touches someone, he can alter what they feel. So when he puts his hand on Wil, he's able to do just that. (warning - my half-assed attempt at writing a fanfiction snippet)

Wilbur suddenly falls on his knees, hands shooting up to clutch his face which morphs into a horror filled expression. Trembling, unable to use his own powers, he looks up to Tommy.

"W-what did you do?!"

Tommy, shocked himself, stands still hovering over Siren. Looking at the image of the powerful villain crumbling before him, he slowly comes to his senses and starts to grab his compromised opponent. Yet, as he's about to do just that, in the last effort of self perseverance Siren lashes out at him, knocking him over, then while still trembling, runs away. When Tommy's able to pick himself up from the sudden attack, the villain is gone.

When he's part of the BenchTrio and an unofficial Syndicate member, he helps Wilbur and Techno with their emotions, that come with their powers. Wil, with his emotional stability, because let's be real, if you could command people to do whatever you want you could go a lil crazy with the power, and Techno, with his bloodlust state and sensory overload that the voices cause.

I think healing powers are kinda self explanatory. Touch, wound go brr and disappears. The bigger the damage the more energy it takes.

Additional info: His suit is not as proffesional as the others, because he has not yet been fully involved with The Syndicate. Therefore it's mostly scraps from his old costume and homemade parts. The others have proffesional gear made by The Syndicate.

-TUBBO-

Full Name: Tubbo Underscore

Alias: Atom, due his powers, no real story here. He was deemed by The Commission as too dangerous, his power too unstable and cast away to "retirement". He didn't want to fully join The Syndicate, but decided to work with them and became a vigilante. He was named Hephaestus.

"As a smithing god, Hephaestus made all the weapons of the gods in Olympus. He served as the blacksmith of the gods, and was worshipped in the manufacturing and industrial centres of Greece, particularly Athens."

Tubbo created weapons for The Syndicate.

Powers: He's able to create nuclear brusts that deal grave damage, but he tries to use this power as rarely as possible as not to destroy too much, opting to small blasts from his hands. However, he must be careful because his power is also linked to his emotions and if angered, distraught or scared he can lash out and burst with energy creating big explosion around him. That was the reason why The Commission feared him and wanted to get rid of him. They also didn't provide any useful ways of dealing with said powers, that's why he was unable to fully control them. HERE COMES TOMMAE with his powers, dudes helping bros.

Enhanced intelligence - my boy's a teenager and can build complex weapons - here's why.

FUN FACT: -that i came up with after coloring the drawing. Tubbo's costume is black and yellow, that's why Tommy calls him Beeboy.

Also, his suit was partily supposed to resemble those yellow hazmat suits (at least the hood).

-RANBOO-

Full Name: Ranboo Beloved

Alias: Due to his powers he was named Spectre. The Commission never fully trusted him, because of his memory problems and thought he might spill their beans. He convinced Tubbo to leave The Commission after him. He was named Lethe. "The shades of the dead were required to drink the waters of the Lethe in order to forget their earthly life. [..] Virgil writes that it is only when the dead have had their memories erased by the Lethe that they may be reincarnated." Ranboo was tasked with convincing and recruiting new members of The Syndicate. In a way he was the threshold between their old and new life.

Powers: Standard teleportation. Enhanced reflexes came form the idea that when Endermen are angered they become really fast :p. Also, the mask he's wearing works as a noctovisor. Where did that idea come from? Endermen canonically see the world in inverted colors which kinda looks like as if you used nightvision. Also he should probably see where he is teleporting.

BENCHTRIO LORE: The name BenchTrio, in this case, was made up as a joke, that all three of them were often benched while still working in The Commission. Tommy, because of healing powers, Tubbo because of his instability and Ranboo because of his memory problems.

If you've made it through the whole text ily <3

damn i love using greek mythology as a reference for this stuff it makes my brain go brrr.

As always I'm listing some of the fics that inspired me the most:

The Oath of Hippocrates by Melatonin_High

tommyinnit’s clinic for supervillains by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)

Welcome Home Theseus by SoulfirePhoenix

Give them the love they deserve!!

Now I'm onto finishing a little strip of comic for this universe >:333

Also enjoy my bff's reaction to me writing all that shit to her at 4 am:

[m4ycrowave]

Love you art, did you ever go anywhere with that sbi heroes au with Tommy becoming a villain to get their attention?

Firstly I completely forgot that asks were a thing for a while so I'm going to answer this now I am SO SORRY I'M SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG thank you so much for being interested in my silly ideas

TO answer your question of.. I don't know how long ago you sent this I'm sorry, nah, I mean I had an idea that I'll put bellow but for the most part it was always just meant to be a one time thing, since in my opinion superhero AUs were used and done a lot to the point where I didn't feel my personal au added anything original enough to really turn it into something more

Also I just didn't feel like it 😭

BUT I did let my mind wander and came up w some plot ideas back then so here you go:

Phil, for some reason I never thought of, started working for the hero committee, mainly for money to support his family because while it was very dangerous it payed well, and then Techno & Wilbur when they get older noticed how overworked Phil is and how he keeps putting himself in danger and so to help out their dad they start helping him out.

Tommy always admired the hero Phil presents himself as, but he never really knew that it was his dad, nor that ANY of his family were heroes.

SBI neglected tommy (without meaning to but they still did) because they were quickly climbing up the ranks as best heroes and the committee likes money or whatevs so they kept getting more cases each more complicated than the last cuz the government was like "instead of risking our lives let's let them handle it"

Tommy is eventually told his family's secret (on his 15th birthday) and this makes him hopeful that something Will change,,, yeah no, they still have to leave but this time Tommy just takes it even worse because before he thought they either didn't like him or were actually busy, but now it's worse because it turns out his family are the TOP THREE HEROES (though if I were working on it nowadays I'd change this so they're a bit lower rank yet still on the top heroes ranks, but not top top)

they can literally get out of work if they want they're the most beloved heroes and surely they earn enough so that means they're just having so much fun being heroes that hanging out with tommy isn't worth it (this isn't really true, but Tommy's a bit of unreliable narrator in this)

Then the plan somehow forms of Tommy doing villainous acts to encounter SBI, it works the first few times because all he does is like, tag along with them as they're busy (mainly Wilbur), and SBI think he's a vigilante who's just a big fan and they entertain him.

Eventually they stop paying attention to him because they start getting scolded by the committee to stop wasting time (Phil is mainly the one who gets scolded and pulls back, he's polite in doing so but a bit cold when tommy(vigilante mode) keeps pushing, Techno didn't care for this mysterious fanboy in the first place, Wilbur is having fun but still lightly rejects Tommy's (vigilante mode) attempts at hanging out after a while)

They also stop paying attention to him when they realize that his 'villanous acts' aren't anything that crazy that some of the top heroes need to monitor him, if anything it's just like, breaking windows of abandoned places and graffiti on walls about how SBI suck and how the hero committee is trash

After SBI stop spending time w him even as a vigilante Tommy grows desperate, getting more and more reckless with his acts, and meanwhile in his real life he's avoiding his family as much as he can because the shame and disgust he feels at the fact that his family just keep on putting on a kind face when he knows they want nothing to do with him makes him want to punch a whole in a wall

Turbo & Ranboo are there (BENCHTRIO.. 😭)

With Ranboo being concerned but deciding not to get involved because it's not like Tommy's "actually putting anyone in danger" and with Tubbo just backing Tommy up in whatever crazy shit he decides to do, but also calling Tommy a dumbass when he gets himself hurt or when he actually does start endangering people

Things start to escalate as Tommy gets more and more desperate to spend time w SBI, who by that point are warming up to him (his vigilante (?) Villain (?) Self), but they keep getting told by their superiors not to engage and Tommy's just constantly chasing any sort of what he perceives as affection from his family, which is the annoyance that starts to show up on their faces when he's there but it doesn't matter because they don't /leave/, they still dismiss him, but with the mask, he can be himself without being scared that he'll scare them away, because if they get far enough away form him he can just keep causing problems and have them scold him and have a reason for them to spend time with him and notice him

So basically it's Tommy's decent into becoming genuinely self destructive and dangerous out of just wanting to be noticed and loved by his family, his heroes. And the more SBI push him away without noticing what they're doing, the worse he's getting.

And that's just the ideas I had for Tommy himself! But yeah, sorry it was so much text ;(

This is the au the person's talking about btw:

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

CHARACTER BLURBS FOR MY DSMP SUPERPOWER AU

As promised to @aimlovesmusic :D 💗

Requested characters were Eternal Duo(Eret and Foolish), Quackity, and Ranboo!

Eret👑

Hero!

Hero Name: Monarch

Unofficial spokesperson for the Hero HQ, bc she's beloved by the masses and can stay calm & collected in the spotlight. In other words, he's the best cannon fodder for them 'cause she's got both high popularity ranking and PR skills.

Power is physical control(? idk what to call it), anyone who sees their glowing white eyes has to move in any way she commands. For example, he could tell someone to drop the gun, and that person would have to drop it. She can't control minds though, so everyone is fully conscious during the control & he can't tell people to think a certain way. + the control stops when Eret can't see you anymore/covers their eyes, with sunglasses, etc.

Hero HQ set his image up to be some sort of lethargic royal, never moving more than they need to- but Eret can run in heels & throw things with scary precision actually. She carries knives around just in case, and later they acquire mini grenades! :D

Likes maracons(INHALES them whenever they're stressed)

Foolish🦈

Also a hero!

Tentatively labeled the Golden Shark

He can call up storms and/or rain/thunder/lightning separately- indoors or outdoors, it doesn't matter.

Also, given enough material, he can build things in seconds! He essentially draws out a blueprint in his mind and moves his hands accordingly, and the materials just assemble themselves. This is usually v exhausting though, it's total knockdown for him if the build is big enough.

Adopted by former hero Puffy(Hero Name: Captain Puffy) as a teen

Is friends with fellow hero Tina Kitten(Hero Name: Carrot Cat... Probably. I'm still working on it)! Tina's powers(basically Cat™️) overlap with other, more popular heroes though, so Foolish got way more support from the Hero System than her. Foolish feels bad about this and tries to help her get more recognition, but there really isn't much he can do.

Hero System favors popular heroes and gives them waaaaaay too many patrols, so he's always exhausted now that he's in the top 10

Meat lover

Eternal Duo👑❤️🦈

Often paired on patrols together

Dating <3

One of the most popular RPF ships on in-universe ao3

They've got a Golden Deities brand, since Foolish's hero persona is Playful but Powerful God of Storms & Eret's the Languid, Relaxed Royalty, and both their costumes have golden bits on them.

Foolish gets shanked on patrol and Eret goes INSANE with their throwing knives

Poor villain Redrum didn't know what hit him lol

After the Golden Shark is announced to be in recovery, the videos of Monarch chasing down Redrum in heels becomes a sort of internet meme

Even more so bc Eret was the only hero who ever came close to actually catching Redrum

Eret expertly wielding knives in public leads to a rebranding, since the powerful-lazy-monarch persona was more or less shattered. Foolish wholeheartedly supports & enthusiastically endorses this change👍

Quackity🎰

Mafia kingpin

Code Name: Rey Club

There's an explanation about the Las Nevadas codename system in the "Lilly's dsmp superpower au" tag. ...Somewhere. I don't have the link rn. I'll add it later😅👍

[Edit: here! Also I realized I changed some minor details since I posted that. Las Nevadas is not a family business!]

Took over LN when he was younger. Vibes are <The Court Jester> by thquib. I love that song.

Paranoid about his position as a result

SKILLED bartender

Since he hides his face as Rey Club, he secretly works in the LN casino palace's bar as Quackity the bartender. He hears a lot of gossip that way, and it's sorta relaxing too.

Sometimes he orders hits on Karens

Fave cocktail is Clover Club, but he pretends to like Casinos better when he's Rey Club

Ranboo🖤💜🤍

Triple Powered, which is super rare

All of benchtrio has 2+ powers so they all pretend to be single-powered(choosing their weaker powers to show) so that their vigilante identities stay hidden

Ranboo can teleport, compress(Silk Touch?), and BITE. They can bite through near anything. Chomp chomp

Works at the local library under Technoblade

And therefore first of the Bench Trio vigilante team to discover wildly popular vigilante duo Emerald Duo's civilian identities

Likes figs- wait why do I keep talking about favorite foods. Eh whatever. He also likes cake & other sweet baked goods.

Vigilante name is Endgame apparently. I'm ngl I completely forgot what I named them & had to check my notes OTL

(Tubbo and Ranboo's vigilante names went through a lot of changes so I lost track of them skajskdaskjdka)

Doesn't talk as Endgame bc they're afraid they'll stutter and sound awkward + doesn't trust himself to not give away his speech mannerisms. Tommy and Tubbo don't care but Ranboo is Anxious™️

This impacts Endgame's popularity as a vigilante a bit

Aaaaaand that's all four!!!! 🥳💕

It's been a hot minute since I worked on DSMP Superpower AU, so it's really nice returning to it :3 Hopefully I can work on it more after my exams😊😅

[not-so-wasted]

Unfinished animation im working on!

Benchtrio centric hero/villain/vigilante au in which Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo are infamous vigilantes who protect their sectors when no hero will, unfortunately thats against the law

*eye roll*

So the hero league sends 3 of their best heros to take these "wrong doers" down. Benchtrio fight relentlessly, but they're no match against Sirens beckoning calls, much less the giant beating wings of The Angel, or the calculated attacks from The Blade. So they fall, and are taken away, unconscious and bloodied from the battle. When they wake up, they find themselves in a safe with a missing member. Where was Tommy? They could only hope everything was okay, but their flowing imagination didnt help to keep their worry at bay. They could have killed him! Days pass with no signs of them being able to escape until they hear a banging at the wall. This is it. Cornerd here with no energy, they would die at the hands of the heros. Turns out its just Tommy lol

[that-one-whore]

Back on this account so soon cause I realized I can't find one of my favourite fics I never got to finish. Please please help guys I need to at least know it existed😭

Spoilers obvi

It was a TommyInnit centric fic set in a Spiderman au, and the only ways I can think to describe it is one of the most beautiful fics I've ever read. There was family angst from the secret identity, SBI+Kristin as a family, benchtrio were strong then reluctantly Tubbo ended up being Tom's guy in the chair (against Tom's wishes). Dr*am ended up revealing to be the villain, dteam was a business trio that had ties to Phil and that's how they got to Tommy. D ends up like kidnapping Tom and putting him in a lab, doing experiments and brainwashing and manipulation, then they bring in puffy to manipulate him more making him think she's his mom? Just remembered the company Phil (and I think Kristin) work for is the same one as the lab, but the lab is wayy underground and secret. Kristin is I think a high level employee and is the key to them trying to find Tom, maybe sapnap is helping? I haven't read it in probably over 6months but I've been thinking about it lately and cannot find it

Idk how to tag this so I'm throwing whatever

[angelsandarsenic]

you said you weren’t going to hit all the plot points you wanted in Go Tell the Bees, so what were the rest? If you can tell us without giving spoilers ofc

Ooh good question I’m glad you asked! I don’t think I’m going to finish that or certainly not any time soon so I’ll give you everything

—sbi family game night

—Reference to spiderma where slime is a scientisct/chemist doing stuff with spiders and Tubbo is like--hey, so this seems like a bad idea, lest not OR same thing but tommy gets bit and becomes tubbos sidekick

—the hero commission learns the Golden Apple is in L’manberg and send the retired Puffy and junior hero Fundy to come find the totem and Blue

—Tubbo gets enderpearls

—Tommy becomes Tubbo’s sidekick before he finds out abt the rest of the family being villains, Ranboo becomes their official healer

—benchtrio catches on to The Syndicate trying to bring Blue to L’manberg from Germany and finds out Ranboo’s family is big mafia working with the syndicate

—poor Tubbo just being traumatized

—some particular ways I wanted to beat up Tubbo

—Ranbob goes (has been) rogue and tries to get the Apple, blue and the totem for himself, plus with the presence of official heroes Tubbo and the Syndicate start working together

—Phil with a scythePhilwith a scythe PHILWITH A SCYTHE

—Schlatt dies (L)

—Just read the last excerpt

also I have some of these written out! So excerpts (in order) under the cut :) (directly from my drafts btw)

————       On the roof across from Golden Stinger, standing staring at the skyline, was a woman in a long red pirate coat with flowing rainbow hair.

        Holy fucking shit is that The Captain?! He must be seeing things. He must be. The Captain is retired.

        The hero looks away and then suddenly she's gone, just like that. So I was seeing things after all. Disappointment blooms in his chest. The Captain was always one of his favorite heroes when he was younger. The world got a lot more dangerous when she retired.

        Tubbo remembers when Totem died. The Captain turned in her hero's licence and hung up her hat the very same day. Villains across the world got a hell of a lot more ballsy, and Tubbo had some of the worst few weeks of his life. Absolutely no one took the news of Totem's death well. The rumor mill especially went absolutely wild. Some people had made adamant claims that he had been involved in illegal activity. Every story of his death was different and more exaggerated than the last. Some people speculated that The Captain killed him herself--after all, how was an immortal supposed to die? The years old rumors about them being mother and son sprang up again and only added fuel to the fire.

        As it was, however, the hero commission of Essempi kept their lips firmly shut, nothing was ever confirmed. 

———-

        “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my city?”

        ”I'm Vulpes, I’m a junior hero with the hero commission, studying under The Captain; I’m here to help."

        Tubbo stopped and stared, mouth hanging open beneath his mask. Then he got angry.

        Oh no. No, no, no, the hero commission doesn’t just get to ignore his city and suddenly send in heroes now that shit is going down. They especially don’t get to send in junior heroes, as if 1. Tubbo can’t handle things himself like he’s been doing for almost two years, and 2. An apprentice can do this better than him. As if his villains aren’t powerful enough to warrant an actual goddamn hero. He saw the captain the other night--he knows he did now--but apparently she can’t even be bothered to show up!

        ”Look kid, I don’t need your help. Tell whoever sent you here to—and I quote—screw off.”

        Vulpes frowned. ”Sir, you’re dealing with the Syndicate here, a vigilante can’t take them on on their own.”

        Tubbo sucked in a harsh breath to cool the fire that erupted in his chest and it took everything in him not to snap at this kid. It wasn’t his fault, even if he was being a condescending little shit. Is that what they were calling him?! A vigilante?! And how fucking dare these uppity punks come out here and try to tell him who he’s dealing with, like he hasn’t been the only defense against them all this time?! The Syndicate has been here for years, and this is proof that the hero commission hasn’t given a damn the whole time, because L’manberg was already a crime riddled minor city. 

        Tubbo couldn’t help but laugh, but it wasn’t pleasant. The Piper snorted along with him. Just as he opened his mouth to reluctantly not scream at the kid, The Piper spoke first, with more venom than Tubbo would have used. “Believe me, he’s well aware, and he’s far more capable of ‘dealing with us’ than you ever would be, you snot nosed, kiss ass, audacious little worm.” Tubbo choked on surprise. Siren kept going. “I would turn you into a smear on the pavement," he sneered. As he paced toward the junior hero, the guy scrambled back, eyes going wide. He doesn't even have ear protection! "so like this brat said, scamper back home and tell your bosses that you don’t get to just show up here and try to hero our city.”

        Golden Stinger could only watch in shock as the apprentice turned with a blank look and disappeared off over the rooftops. Finally, “was that a compliment Piper?” He snarked, slowly breaking into a grin. 

“Fuck off.” ———— They waited in tense silence for a moment, crowded around the computer. One beat, two beats, th-

        "...(smth)" Dammit, he didn't know what they were saying! He knew there was a chance this would happen, which was why he was recording, but this really just made it a hassle. All of the sudden, there was flurry of motion beside him and when he looked over, Ranboo had a pencil and was scribbling rapidly. Is he...there's no way he understands them, right? That must be enderian then, how lucky. He tapped him on the shoulder, but the blonde just shushed him. "(smth smth)" Ranboo's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes went slightly wide. He hesitated. What are they saying?! What's happening?! He hurried to pull up google translate, but that probably wouldn't be good enough. Besides, what if they were talking about suspicious black market stuff and google translate thought it was something else because normal people don't talk about that? "Be patient, ⌰⟟⏁⏁⌰⟒ ⏁⍀⏃⎐⟒⌰⟒⍀."

        Then Ranboo stopped completely. "...⋔⍜⋔?"

(Niki is one of Ranboo's friends, runs the Th⟒'⟒nd branch of the syndicate) (they're speaking ender) 

—————

     "Alright creeper...where are you?"

        All was quiet. Tubbo was honestly impressed that the villain was able to stay so silent. Or at least he would be, if it didn't scare the shit out of him. Nothing was more unnerving than the constant sense of danger, the screaming of his fight or flight response and the knowledge of knowing someone was watching him, without knowing where the hell they were.

        "Where you least expect me!"

        Suddenly, something grabbed him, the thing's momentum slamming him into unforgiving metal. His cry was a half choked gasp as all the air got knocked out of his lungs by what had definitely at least fractured his ribs. Then, before he could recover, he was soaring up, up, up, rapidly getting way too high above the city for his liking.

        As soon as he was able to breathe again, he wasn't. The massive talons curled around his torso and midsection began to constrict. He let out a strangled scream as the pressure turned fractured into definite breaks...the Angel may not have been taking his sweet time, but he clearly relished crushing Golden Stinger's ribcage. The crunching of his precious tech at his back was almost more painful than the physical crushing of the hero himself and his fear ramped up tenfold realizing that he didn't have his wings anymore. His scream petered out due to the thinning oxygen. With any luck, he thought dully, he had managed to break the villain's oxygen mask so he couldn't be up here very long either. 

        Tubbo's ears popped sharply, making him whine in pain. His brain was torn completely between I need to get out of and back to the ground! and Holy fuck that's really high please don't let go please don't let go I'm gonna die!

In conclusion: Tubbo was completely helpless. Checkmate.

        The Angel of Death dropped him and Tubbo could feel something pop. He was falling faster than he could process, the stabbing feeling in his ears piercing all the way through his head.

————

       He was never meant to get caught in the cross fire. J Schlatt, the mayor of the city, Tubbo’s dad was never meant to get caught in the crossfire. “Dad? Dad- dad no, wake up please. Dad wake up. What are you doing? What are you doing?! Wake up!”

        “I’m here- I’m- I’m here, just- h-hang on. I don’t feel to good.”

        “Ok. Ok that’s fine. You’re gonna- “ You’re gonna be fine. He’s not gonna be fine. Oh god. Oh god, he had to do this now. He had to do this now before- before- “Dad?" Tubbo voice broke before he could even begin the rest of the sentence. "You know I love you right? You’ve been an amazing dad and I love you more than anything else in the world, dad- “ he was sobbing. He couldn’t help it. His brain wasn't fully processing that this was happening but at the same time he knew, more clearly than he had known anything before, his dad was dying and Tubbo couldn't save him. 

        The man's breathing was ragged. He seemed to be trying to form words but realizing that it wasn't working. Schlatt’s hands were raised weakly, trying to do something, combing through his hair and Tubbo was crying, forehead pressed to his. You need to know. Please, you need to know. I need to stop this. I can’t stop it. I need to- The hands fell away from his face. “No! No no no no, please-“ there was no more movement, not even blinking. Schlatt’s face was already becoming ashen, at some point all the warmth had faded from his skin. He was smiling.

;;

Someone. Is going. To pay.

————

(Ranbob captures Tubbo and straight up shoots him)

      “I told you to stay in the car!” Was the first thing Ranboo expected to hear as he managed to stumble out of the wrecked vehicle, adrenaline drunk grin stretched across his face. The hero would be laughing as he said it, already knowing what was coming next, or he’d be upset at Ranboo for endangering himself, which was equally endearing, of course.

        “I did,” they would reply. But they didn’t. As soon as they saw the lifeless body slumped in the chair, the grin fell and he was stumble-running to Golden Stinger’s side.

         Ranboo’s mind only barely had the time to register that the person behind the shattered mask of the city’s most beloved hero is Tubbo. His head really hurts and his ears are still ringing from when the airbags deployed—they might have broken some of his bones, who knows? What’s important is that over there, laying on the ground burned and bleeding and motionless is Tubbo. His Tubbo, who is so brilliantly smart, so kind, funny and brave-

        -And absolutely cannot be dying right now what do they do?! He didn’t know. He didn’t know and his hands were shaking so badly he would have dropped any tools if he had them. “There is going to be one that makes your hands tremble. There are going to be ones that you can’t save, no matter how good of a surgeon you are.” That’s what his med school teacher had told them once. But that couldn’t be now. Please please—for the love of Prime don’t let it be now, no NO! It can’t! His mind takes too long to catch up, but finally he pulls out his phone, almost dropping it and speed dials Ran. “Ran! I need your help right fucking now! Get your ass over here and bring the totem!” It might be too late. By the time he gets here it might be too late for the totem, it might be too late for the golden apple hidden at Ranboo’s apartment, it might already be too late. In a hurry, Ranboo puts his hand on the hero’s chest. He’s still breathing. They don’t remove their hand.

        But there’s something soft looking and strange floating near where the car crashed that makes Ranboo leave Tubbo’s side. They recognized it immediately. There’s nothing in the world that’s like- like whatever that is, and knowing what they and the villains have been chasing after this whole time, Ranboo knows immediately what it is. He reaches the car and it pauses, then begins to float serenely over to him like it knows they're there. It’s…mesmerizing.

        It makes nausea roll in his gut and he forces himself to stay in the moment. The Blue can’t seem to decides whether to be a fine mist or a thick, heavy cloud. It stretches out in every direction, but particularly towards Ranboo and somewhere under the car. It’s only on instinct that he doesn’t reach out and touch it, instead, he wanders around to the other side of the car (the Blue following him) and stops. There’s a body. A bloody one. Ranboo knew they must have interrupted someone’s nefarious plot, that someone must have shot Tubbo, but they didn’t think they'd run right into them.

        Good.

        The person actually looks… familiar…

        “Ranboo…” he croaks weakly.

        Oh. “Ranbob?” What the hell is doing here?! Since when did he get here?! Was he the one who-

        “Help me…☊⍜⎍⌇⟟⋏…” They could help him. He’s mostly crushed, but he’s salvageable if he gets help now. Ran is on his way.

        Ranboo examines the area around Ranbob. It appears that the last of the Blue is leaking out of a smashed bottle. Probably best not to touch it. What can he use… Ah, there’s a water bottle in the car. Ranboo dumps the rest of the water out of it and just kinda- holds it out to the Blue floating towards him. They have no idea how to capture it or if that would work, assuming it wouldn’t, but it’s like it all gets sucked into the container once the first bit got inside.

        Ok then. Good. Ranboo closes the lid on the bottle just as Ran pops into existence next to him. They don’t let their older brother see their cousin's body, just points adamantly towards Tubbo and wheezes something like, “There, over there, him-“ (the pain is starting to catch up to them) and suddenly they’re beside him in a flurry of purple. Ran let go of his younger brother in order to scoop Tubbo up in his arms, then they were gone again, reappearing in Ranboo’s apartment.

Ranboo had blood on his hands.

[firesnap]

I remember being a dsmp fan in like February of 2021 and it was CONSTANT "omg benchtrio omg Ranboo and Tubbo and Tommy are found family and the ONLY important people to Tommy and made him remember Wilbur was BAD and you can't trust Ghostbur because BAD man" and 90% of fan content was about them and turning every interaction Wilbur had with Tubbo and Tommy in the past into something villainous.

And then four months later the last time Benchtrio interact it's Tommy saying Wilbur is one of the most important people in his life and Tubbo and Ranboo going "that's your business" and then Ranboo ends up splitting off to work with Wilbur and Tommy and Wilbur's relationship ends up being a catalyst for the entire ending of the server

It's just. Funny. Sometimes. How things work out.

[jinx-blackout-84]

The Shady Kid From The Alleyway

Chapter 1

Tommy-centric SBI TNTduo Benchtrio fic

Dream stans DNI you won't like this one I made hum a manipulative villain.... like IRL

4016 words

TW for mentions of violence, mentions of blood, and cursing

Anything in slashes are in /italics/

Anything in dashes are -bold-

“Motherfucking fuck!”

Tommy saw a spark jump across his hand before he felt it. He snapped his hand away from the piece of metal in his hands that he was trying to install a computer chip in.

He picked it back up, sighing and glancing at the clock.

2:32 AM

His eyes were heavy, threatening to fall closed as he sat in his apartment’s kitchen. Picking up a screwdriver and the computer chip, he went back to fiddling with the metal gauntlet he had been staring at for the better part of four hours.

Does he sleep, or finish the gauntlet?

He weighed the two options in his head before conceding to finish the gauntlet on the grounds that he wouldn’t sleep anyways.

The light above the table reflected into his exhaustion-glassy eyes as he finished installing the microchip, leaving him with only a few pieces left to do. He first checked that a simple code Tubbo had written would work when run through the chip, activating a simple digital motor that would open one of the flasks attached to the gauntlet’s side, which would later be used to store gasoline to help Tubbo, in his words, “make arson more efficient, don’t you want my arson to be efficient, Tommy?”

Tubbo’s ability, the ability to conduct heat and electricity, made setting fires very easy for him even without the gasoline, which Tommy mentioned and was then debated by Tubbo. Do not debate Tubbo.

Tommy called over to the couch where insomniac Tubbo was pretending to sleep while Ranboo watched TV.

“We’re patrolling tomorrow, right?”

“Should be unless you fall off of a roof again. Think you can get that gauntlet done by tomorrow so I can code it?”

“Yeah, I just have to get a few panels screwed in and hook up the other digital motors and we should be good.”

“Awesome, let me know when you finish it up.”

“Yup, by the way, how’s the coding for my boots going?”

“Pretty shit.”

“Bugs?”

“Nope, just some new mechanics I don’t quite understand yet.”

Ranboo, enthralled moments ago by a documentary about art forgery, said, “He threw his computer at the wall earlier and I had to teleport it onto the bed so he wouldn’t break it.”

“I also had an English test today so I don’t want to hear it. That shit is difficult,” Tubbo grumbled.

“No, no, he has a point,” Tommy agreed. English was his worst subject back when he was in school.

Tommy chewed on the inside of his cheek as he hooked up a few wires from one of the motors to the CPU.

He slipped his hand into the gauntlet, flexing his fingers a few times before throwing it at Tubbo, who caught it without looking. Tommy was impressed.

“Try it on to see if it fits,” he said to Tubbo

Tubbo snarked back at him “Nope, it’s three sizes too small.”

Tommy threatened to make the gauntlet fit; and after watching Tubbo try on the gauntlet to make sure it fit, nodded, extremely proud of himself for being the most intelligent person to ever exist.

The stuffy air in the apartment was stale, and since it was not too cold outside, Tommy decided he needed some air, calling out to Tubbo and Ranboo,

“Hey, I’m heading up to the roof”

"Okay, don’t die again, thanks,” Ranboo replied, and Tubbo gave a thumbs-up.

Tommy opened the grimy window and pulled himself out onto the fire escape, which creaked concerningly under his weight. Scaling the rusted metal with expertise gained by years of practice, he finally got his hand over the upper lip of the apartment building’s roof.

The wind was quite harsh, cold against Tommy’s face, but not unwelcome after being at the table working on the gauntlet for so long. As he sat back on his hands, three things happened.

First, Tommy’s hand supporting his weight slid into a puddle and out from under him. Gross. Roof puddle.

Second, Tommy heard a scream from a nearby alleyway.

Third, he fell off the roof, directly into the alley the scream had come from.

“MOTHERFUCKER” He screeched, trying to throw out his hands to use his power.

A sudden gust of wind slowed his fall considerably, but hitting the concrete hurt like a bitch, which he said.

“That hurt like a bitch.”

“Looked like it,” A gruff and oddly robotic voice answered.

Tommy spun around quickly, making eye contact with a towering man. A man with a red cape and pig mask.

“Nope. I think the fuck not. I’m going back to my apartment. Fuck no.” Tommy said with conviction.

Just as he turned to leave, the man’s hand caught his hood, turning him around.

There was something cold under his chin, Tommy realized. Ah, it was a sword. Wonderful.

“You can’t just leave,” the man drawled “How do I know you won’t report me?”

“I promise that you, The Blood God, SBI and syndicate member, highest kill count villain, can handle being reported,” Tommy pointed out, before his brain could tell him to please shut the fuck up.

“You’re pretty mouthy for a hostage.” The Blood God drawled

After a moment of thinking, Tommy added “Please do not stab me. I do not have health insurance.”

“I am probably not going to stab you, just,” The Blood God pressed the heel of his hand against his forehead, “need a second to think.”

“Who screamed just now?” Tommy’s shoulders relaxed upon receiving the news that he was not to be stabbed, “was it you? Did you fall off of one of the roofs?”

After saying this, Tommy noticed a massive pool of blood below his feet.

“Oh, never mind,” he said cheerfully.

The Blood God sighed. He did not get paid enough for this. “Look, kid-”

“Fuck you I’m 16”

“-just, I don’t know, let me knock you out.”

“In a dirty alleyway? I cannot afford to be sick right now, bitch, and I probably already have AIDS from standing in this blood so thank you for that.”

Tommy tensed to run out of the alley, not liking his odds if he tried, but liking his odds if he got knocked out less.

“Okay, then just stay here or something. You can't get past me anyways."

"You can't hold me here, that's child abduction," Tommy said matter-of-factly.

He could maybe yell for Tubbo? Maybe Ranboo could teleport him out?

"Ah, well you see, as a criminal, I am hardly concerned about what is or is not a crime." The Bitch God responded.

Ah. The Bitch God had a point, Tommy conceded

Well. Tommy knew more than all men because he was far cooler than them, he decided.

Tommy said this to The Blood God, who looked down at him with disdain. The Blood God then tapped the side of his mask and spoke into it, "Yeah, so I found a kid," he paused, "Yup in the alleyway with me, no I cannot kill him. Yes we are still meeting here."

Tommy watched him, curious, and said, "who are you talking to?"

Okay. Shit. Tommy had to get out of this. How could he get out of this.

"None of your business," The Blood God replies

Tubbo and Ranboo were out of the question because The Blood God had heightened reflexes and would not hesitate to kill Tommy before Ranboo could teleport him out.

“Just tell me," Tommy protested

"You're like a toddler," The Blood God said, pinching his nosebridge.

"I AM NOT, BITCH," Tommy said, defending his honor against The Blood God's deceit.

"FINE I was talking to the rest of the Syndicate," The Blood God replied.

"You said they were coming here. Are you going to kill me?"

"Yes," the Blood God deadpanned.

Tommy hoped that was a joke "well good luck, I am the coolest and biggest man ever."

The Blood God looked over at him, raising his eyebrows and dropping the sword to his side.

Tommy’s posture relaxed the moment the sword was removed from his throat.

He felt the air in his fingers and imagined pulling it all towards him. The air pressure suddenly grew and he shot upwards, flying high enough he could've grabbed the top of the building if he hadn't been pulled back to the ground. Fuck.

Tommy hit the ground for the second time that night, and felt a thud reverberate through his ribs. They were for sure gonna kill him now. Panic clutched Tommy’s chest, though he tried not to let it show.

He heard an impressed whistle behind him.

Turning around, Tommy saw a large pair of wings and shining green eyes. Oh shit. The Raven.

"This the kid?" The man spoke and it had the same robotic sound as the Blood God’s. Voice changers then.

"Yep. Annoying as fuck, too," the Blood God Replied.

"You don’t want to do this" Tommy said, panic in his eyes.

"Ah, I see what you mean, mate, but he's just scared" The Raven replied.

"Oh no, he's very bitchy for a hostage. Give him a minute to get his attitude back." The Blood God said.

Tommy flicked his eyes over The Raven, trying to size him up under the cloak he wore.

And then, Tommy heard a snicker from the entrance of the alleyway.

And holy shit.

Tommy's favorite villain.

Mercury.

Mercury who could make anyone do his bidding with just a word. Who had never been apprehended, who fought with a smoothness Tommy had tried to emulate for years. Holy shit.

Mercury spoke, "so you can fly?"

"Well, sort of," Tommy said.

"What's your mutation?" Mercury asked.

"I can’t just tell you that" Tommy said.

Mercury rolled his eyes. "Well I can make you tell me, what is it?"

"Air pressure control."

The Blood God's eyes widened incrementally and he said, "damn."

"Do you have strong control?" Mercury questioned.

"Usually."

"Damn. That's a strong power." The Blood God said.

"I don't know, I can just jump around and fly a little"

"Then you're not using it right" Zephyrus said.

"Huh? Don't tell me how to use my powers bitch!" Tommy yelled, indignant.

"Oh, there's the attitude," The Blood God said.

Shit. He let his tongue get away from him. Shit he was dead. He got lower to the ground, pulling an exacto knife out of his hoodie pocket. It wasn’t much, but it might work if he was lucky.

Mercury snickered "Is that an Exacto knife?"

The Blood God began to speak "You’re gonna need more than tha-"

The crackle of a radio attached to The Raven's hip cut him off, and all of them fell silent to listen to it

“Hey, you need to get out of there, someone reported you.”

Three faces turned to Tommy.

"How would I report you? I left my phone inside. Plus, I would rather /not/ help the heroes if I have the choice. " He said.

"What do you mean, mate?" The Raven asked.

"They're not as great as everyone says. Even I know that, and I didn't even finish high school," Tommy muttered

"Huh, you an anarchist?" The Blood God asked.

"Not an anarchist, just a hero-anti I guess. I mean I could care less, they protect us in Logstedchire about the same amount as they would if they weren't here. Dosen't matter much if they're around or not," Tommy shrugged.

"Huh," The Raven said.

Mercury spoke into his mask, but there was something different in his voice than when he spoke to Tommy, “Hey Ace, can you figure out who reported us?”

The radio crackled again, “I mean I can try.”

"Well," Mercury said, "that's our cue. Bye kid"

He watched as Zephyrus took off carrying The Blood God, spiraling into the sky. Mercury used some smoke bombs on his belt to cloud the alleyway, gone by the time the smoke dissipated.

Tommy did not want to be in the alleyway. It was full of diseases and blood.

He walked through the entrance to the apartment building, disheveled and tired, and decided to think about that interaction later.

He then walked back through his apartment door, Tubbo's head popping up to look at him.

"Why didn't you come in through the fire escape?" Tubbo asked.

Shit. He needed a good lie.

"Fell off the fuckin roof again," Tommy grumbled.

Ranboo spoke, muffled by the pillow his face was squished into, "called it."

"Why is there blood on your shoes?" Tubbo questioned.

"I dunno man, there was blood in the alleyway." Tommy said.

"You're suspect."

Tommy grumbled some more.

He glamced at the clock

3:31

"I'm going to fuckin bed."

"Not until you shower," Tubbo said, "You have that interview tomorrow"

"Fuckin fine." Tommy replied.

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Wilbur tapped his pencil against his notebook as he sat criss-cross in his bed.

He had sheets of paper strewn around him, trying to draft a song he had been writing for awhile, but he couldn't think.

He couldn't seem to focus on the song when every time he blinked he remembered how that kid had looked at him. Something in the kid struck Wilbur as familiar, and he looked at his Mercury mask sitting on his bedside table.

Eventually, he gave up on trying to write new lyrics, knowing it was a fruitless effort.

He walked into the kitchen, seeing the clock sitting in the corner of the kitchen.

4:13 AM

He rubbed his eyes as he grabbed a glass, jumping when he saw a looming figure enter the kitchen. Techno's pink hair looked orange in the low light that shone through the kitchen.

"Couldn't sleep?" Techno asked.

"Couldn't stop thinking about that kid," wilbur replied, filling up his glass with ice cubes.

"Reminded me of you, you know," Technoblade said.

"That's funny. He made me think of you," Wilbur replied

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Tommy had not slept. He had laid in bed staring at the roof, which was so familiar by now that he thinks he could point out a new crack or stain instantly.

The room had been quiet, and Tommy's mind had made up for it, turning his interaction with the villains over in his head over and over again.

He eventually dragged himself out of bed, looking to the red numbers on the clock

4:47 AM

Tomorrow was Wednesday. Well, technically it was already Wednesday, but he didn't have to be at the interveiw till 11 AM. Shuffling around the kitchen for a moment, he sat down at the table with a mug of coffee and opened his laptop.

It was old, but it worked well enough as he tried to model some peices for printing on the 3d printer him and Tubbo had built shortly after becoming vigilantes.

He was making a new mask for Ranboo with night and thermal vision and a voice changer. He and Tubbo already had voice changers, but the pieces for thermal and night vision were too expensive for them to all have it, so he gave it to Ranboo, the least likely to break it. Tubbo shouldn't have to code this one much, so maybe if tommy could make it quickly enough Ranboo could have it by Saturday.

He worked on the rims of the goggles, making sure they were proportionate and would fit Ranboo, before sending the file off to the printer to realize.

The clock blinked.

5:34 AM.

Tommy blinked.

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The carpet in the waiting room had a stain in it, Tommy noticed. The rest of the carpet was an even grey, but the stain was red-brown. Gross.

It was 10:49

He was fiddling with the spacebar on his laptop as he tried to focus back onto a new support tech item he was supposed to be designing was a dart gun that you didn’t have to reload.

His current idea, the darts were stacked into the gun like toothpicks in a toothpick holder. It could probably shoot about five times between reloads. This was unrelated to the fact that Tommy had accidentally stabbed himself with a dart in the middle of a fight and passed out six times to date. He didn’t need help reloading a dart gun. He just thought it would be cool. Yup.

He rubbed his hand over the band-aid under his chin from The Blood God’s blade. He considered the interaction. Why hadn’t the villains killed him? Why did The Blood God say his power was strong? Tommy heard footsteps and snapped his laptop shut. Someone came out of a door to his left his glasses, with odd red and blue lenses, caught on the fluorescent light. His nametag read “Jack.”

The man nodded at him, asking “You Thomas Innit?”

“Yup.”

“Awesome, your interview is this way, follow me.”

Tommy trailed after Jack, tempted to ask about the glasses.

“Hey, why are your glasses like that?” Tommy paused, “not to be rude. Sorry.”

“Nah you’re good mate. It’s part of my power. I can vaguely see people’s emotions based on color, and the glasses help to get rid of it. It’s kind of distracting and feels like an invasion of privacy so I like having them but I don’t have to wear them,” Jack explained.

“Dude that’s fuckin’ awesome,” Tommy replied, faltering. “Am I allowed to say that here?”

“I mean I would avoid saying it in front of Bad but yeah,” Jack said.

“Awesome.”

They came up to a door and Tommy took a deep breath.

“Nervous?” Jack asked kindly.

“Fuckin’ terrified” Tommy replied with a huffed laugh.

“Well, I’ll put in a good word for you.”

“Thanks, big man.”

“Oh, I never said my word meant anything, I’m just an assistant,” Jack smiled.

“Still nice to know I’ve got at least one of you bastards on my side.”

Jack smiled again and walked away.

Tommy pushed open the door.

The first thing he noticed was not the floor-to-ceiling windows or the giant desk.

It was the man’s eyes.

They were a bright green, cold and calculating as they watched the door.

He also noticed how they widened in shock when he saw Tommy.

Tommy looked at his shirt to make sure he didn’t have something on it. He knew it wasn’t a suit or anything fancy but he tried to dress up a little and wore a collared shirt with jeans.

By the time Tommy looked up, the man had regained his composure, and the confidence on his face made Tommy wonder if he had even seen the man’s shock at all.

He walked into the room a bit further.

“Hello, Thomas,” The man spoke, with warmth in his voice as his glare softened into a more laid-back type of playfulness “Please sit. You’re here for the interview, correct?”

Tommy sat, and when he spoke, he did not drawl his words, giving them a crisp lightness, “Yes, I’m glad you could make time to meet with me.”

“My name is Philza and I will be interviewing you for a job as a Tech Department Manager," The man said.

Philza looked at Tommy and spoke, "what makes you qualified for this job, Thomas?"

"I think you can see that for yourself, Big man," Tommy said.

Philza smiled.

"Yes," he picked up Tommy's resume, "I can see you have a degree in Engineering from L'manburg Technology and Mathematics University. by the way, how old were you when you graduated high school?"

"Oh," Tommy paused, "I was fifteen."

This, Tommy knew, was a lie. He had no degree, had never finished high school.

You know, the kind of stuff that happens when you were supposed to be dead.

"Now, these are unusual circumstances because our last technology manager was killed by villains, and we currently have no one on staff that could take over the job.”

Tommy nodded to show he was listening.  Now, I’ve read over your resume, and It’s impressive, I’m not going to lie, especially for a, oh how old were you?”  

“Eighteen, nineteen in a month or so.”  

Philza smiled sharply. “Ah, yes, how could I have forgotten. So, you were emancipated at sixteen, correct?”  

Tommy nodded.

“Yes, I had a rough home life, so I applied for emancipation. I think this job could help.me get my footing.”  

“It’s not an easy process, takes some determination,” 

Philza said, ignoring Tommy’s attempt to change the subject.  

“It’s easier when It’s the only way you’ll make it to eighteen,” Tommy said with false calm, letting some of his Upper L’manburg accent slip, quickly adjusting his voice to have the definitive posh lilt.  

Philza backed down.  

“So,” Philza said, grinning, “Why this job?”  

Tommy leaned back in the chair. He could do interviews now that the questions about his past were over. “Well,” he began “I think I have a fitting skillset and could flourish in this position,” he ignored as his brain made a that’s what she said joke, “I think I could be an asset and I have been working in technology and engineering since I was sixteen. I am responsible and work well in leadership and would love to collaborate with the people here to produce new and innovative designs to improve the-” he faltered for a moment, “the capabilities and influence of heroes,” He finished.   

Boom, Perfect answer, Tommy thought to himself.

 “Huh. Okay then mate,” Philza paused, leveling his eyes to meet Tommy’s again and he felt himself pierced by the viridian gaze.   

Philza continued, “What do you think about heroes, Thomas?”   

Tommy paused.  “Well, they keep the community safe and help to stop villain attacks and are wonderful role models. If I had a better Mutation, I would want to be one, but I just aspire to represent them as much as I can in my day-to-day life,” Tommy lied, talking with his hands like the people in upper L’manburg. “I think they do a great job of showing how we can all come together to prote-”  Philza put a hand up, “Cut the shit”  Tommy balked, “I beg your pardon?”  Philza made eye contact with him

"Your accent is good," Philza said.

"Pardon?" Tommy asked.

"The accent's great, but Upper L'manburg citizens talk with their hands. Yours were in your lap the whole time."

Tommy froze.

"You can cut the shit, mate," Philza said.

“What are you suggesting?” Tommy asked, a threat veiled as politeness.  

“I think you know exactly what I’m suggesting, Thomas,” Philza said evenly, pausing, “I want to know your opinions on heroes. Say what you think not just recite some news article from Upper L’manburg to me.”  

“Well, I am entirely indebted to the heroes of L’manbur-”  

Philza set his hand down on the table, not slamming it, but hard enough to make a noise.

Tommy flinched, watching as Philza stored that information.  

“I said cut the shit.”  

Tommy laughed, letting his accent fall away. “Okay, you want to know what I think of heroes? I think that if they cared about my side of L’manburg, like Logstedchire and theFarlands half as much as they do the center district and Upper district, then L’manburg would be crime free. Instead, I have face-to-face encounters with the villains they’ve sworn as their enemies in alleyways full of blood while they’re off saving some millionaire’s watch so they can put it on the fucking news. I think if they really want vigilantes gone, they should do their goddamn job so teenagers and non-trained citizens in masks don’t have to do it for them. I think I should be able to sleep through the night in my Logstedchire apartment without being woken by fucking gunshots. I think they do it for the money and the fame and spit on anyone who dares question them. That’s what I FUCKING think.”  

Philza looked at him with something Tommy couldn’t decipher.  “We’ll call you to let you know if you got the job,” he said, no tells of any emotion in his voice.  

Fuck. Tommy had needed this job and he had gone and fucked it up.

God fucking damn it.  

Tommy passed Jack on the way out, who gave him a questioning look, and Tommy shook his head slightly.

Jack’s shoulders sagged. He gave him a sad nod and waved as Tommy left.

Tommy waved back, holding back tears. 

[yurigalactica]

guYS HOLY SHIT I JUST WOKE UP AND I HAD AN EPIC DREAM AND IM TRYING TO WRITE IT ALL DOWN BEFORE I FORGET IT

so basically in the dream somebody made an entire animated show about a c!benchtrio-centric au. basically in the show the three of them accidentally acquired the nature powers (tommy kept on getting swarmed by animals and was Not Having It.) but Basically they had to use these powers to prevent the world from ending, because the world they were living in was so polluted that that it was literally on the brink of dying. the rest of SBI happened to be superheroes but not at all concerned with the state of the world (likely that they didn’t notice because their powers weren’t connected to nature like theirs were) and after a while they began trying to track them down and stop them because they’d broken several laws trying to save nature—but also because at the same time they caught the eye of some of the supervillains who wanted them gone. it ended after they all got kidnapped and taken to the villain’s base and they barely managed to escape, but by then nature was fully destroyed and it was too late. the world had ended. and while the premise sounds kinda grim, it was more of an open-ending type story—like the world was destroyed, but they had the power to slowly begin to build it back up. and i assume that’s what they did, but the show didn’t show that.

but in my dream it was like a whole ass actual show—with an indie-esque animation style, with genuinely funny humor that had me rolling on the floor laughing as i watched it. it was nine episodes long and each episode was like 40 minutes long. i binged the whole thing in my dream. the bits and pieces have slipped away about the plot already but i DO remember that it quickly became the most watched TV show internationally and that even my mother wanted the family to sit down and watch it despite the fact that tommy literally says fuck like 200 times throughout the run of the show. it was that good. it was my favorite show. and then i woke up and it doesn’t exist and i’m sad now

[cupcraft]

cup hi. fic idea origins and dsmp crossover where dsmp is their civilian identities and the hero/villain identities are based on origins. i think it would be great. phil has one kid, wilbur, but crowfather has 2 kids and techno. tommy is just a hero who ends up running into the villains too often and just goes with it, the other heroes think he's a villain undercover. tubbo is a villain, ranboo is a vigilante, they're both tommy's roommates but also are rivals. benchtrio hate each other's hero/villain/vigilante identities so much.

I think this would be an excellent fic

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Your asks being off was torture but it made me discover something mwahahaha

Well, #1 most toxic vaza shipper, Ezephr is always taunting and just everything he does makes you want to strike him somehow to make him stop smirking

On the topic of their ages tho, I kinda loved the idea of the villain actually outliving the hero but doesn't do anything villain like even with them gone...unless he's just defending himself but yes...they both have a chance to be together around 200+ yrs? Just about there bc they're still young. Vara is a weirdo bc he doesn't even act like he's older bc sometimes he's an older sibling and the next moment he's the youngest. Meanwhile Irza is like the only/middle child that's decided to be emo without even realizing it.

Now as for what I discovered...

Sending in next ask

AHA CXNN be tortured. we love some 3d torture here :D /j/lh

THAT IS TRUE. makes you wonder the possibilities :3

i love that kind of dynamic cause like it's so funky. just the yeah i act more mature than you and yeah i visually look older, and YEAH i'm taller than you, but nahhh im a couple years younger."

reminds me of benchtrio cause EVERYONE thought that ran was younger than tubbo but like. NOPE

fun trope !!

ALSO GJGHMFDMDS i loveloveloveloveLOVE your discovery. MDFNDC