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stormy-skies-falling · 2 years

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𝕍𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕞!𝕊𝔹𝕀 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

about: technoblade, wilbur soot, tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, jack manifold, philza, jschlatt

warning(s): swearing, more blood mentions

pronouns: you?

note: okay I absolutely love writing volleyball!au-- it is so much fun and it remind me of back in my day! :'D Kisses! <3

note pt2: he's a link to the sex haver's volleyball team here!

summary: what the SBI plays/acts like on a high school volleyball team

Now let’s talk about our starter’s positions

Tommy is our setter no doubt

It mainly has to do with the fact that he has the right height and hands for it

Like he’s quite tall and lanky, so it’s quite easy for him to get to the ball without disturbance and his hand’s shape are just perfect for setting

I feel like he’s been playing forever because of his brothers

Like when he was little, he saw Wilbur and Techno playing so he was like “I want to do whatever they’re doing”

They ended up roping Tommy into their game (reluctantly) and showed him how to set because they wanted to spike

He picked setting up surprisingly quick, so he was forever their personal setter, even now– especially now

Now Tommy loves to taunt the other team, like it’s a problem

Though the rest of the team doesn’t mind because at least he takes it out on someone else instead of them (they’ve learned to ignore it anyway)

One way or another, Tommy loves to set and very good at it for how young he is

Tubbo is our libero

I mean he’s kinda tiny, but it works out for him because being tiny mean being closer to the ground

Unlike Quackity, Tubbo has been playing as long as Tommy

And like Tommy, Wilbur and Techno also roped him into it

Tubbo came over to their house one day to hang out when Wilbur and Techno we starting practice

They went “tiny man” and grabbed him before telling him to try to keep the ball off the ground when they spiked it

Conveniently enough for the brothers, Tubbo absolutely loved it to the point when he’d come over every time they’d practice to join in

Besides that fact, Tubbo can dive like no other

Like I said before, the perks of being shorter means being closer to the ground, meaning that you can get to the spiked ball faster

And on the terms of taunting the other team: he doesn’t. Tubbo is more tame, so he mainly whispers comments to himself, meaning: he doesn’t actually say it to the other team’s faces unless they’re being dicks

Technoblade would be our right side hitter

He might not be super tall but he definitely makes up for it with his build and timing skills

Unlike Wilbur or Ranboo, Techno can’t just stand with his arms up to block because he not 6’5+

So over the years he’s learned how to time when someone will spike or push the ball to the point where it’s almost impossible for him to not block a ball

He’s also been playing since he found out about the sport which actually led him to become the captain for the SBI team

During elementary school, he went to the first game his father, Phil, coached

I mean, he knew that Phil played back in highschool and college, but had absolutely no idea what it was

From the moment the game began, he knew that he wanted to play volleyball

But, like Punz, he gets injured so much

Being a right side hitter is known to cause many injuries, because of spiking, but holy shit it’s a lot

Everyone’s pretty sure he like getting injured, because whenever he starts bleeding he plays better

He’s literally been like “I can feel my nose bleeding… I love it 👹” it freaks everyone out

Wilbur plays middle, I mean look at him

This man towers over almost everyone, like it’s insane

The first time you see this man on the court, it’s absolutely terrifying

It doesn’t help that he has a 100 yard stare when he walks out onto the court

People think it’s because he wants to practically kill his opponents, but he’s really just zoning out to think of how to fluster the other team

Yeah, he’s a flirt on the court– big surprise

When he starts it up with the other team, they become so shocked by the change in demeanor that it has messed up more people than anyone on the SBI team can count

The whole team actually has a counter for how many people Wilbur’s caused to mess up because of the surprise

He gets a point almost every time, because the guys who are supposed to block him get disoriented to the point where they forget to block him

And Wil has been playing as long as Techno

The night Techno and Phil came home from the game, Techno rushed into their shared room to rave to him about the wonders of volleyball

He was so intrigued by Techno’s excitement that he decided that he’ll try it with his twin

And bada bing bada boom– a star player!

Jack plays outside hitter

He’s a very lanky guy and about average height, so those two combinations make it very easy for him to play both backrow and front row

Though, he’s mainly in the back, his build allows him to be able to jump very high if he needs to

Like, when he first started playing, he went to jump to block and didn’t realize how high he could jump

This man near ended up on top of the net because of how hard he freaked out when he found out he had a five foot vertical

The team now calls him Spring Bean and you have Tommy to thank for that one

Now Jack like to taunt people

He tried flirting with the other team, but got humbled so fast when they just laughed at him for his attempts

He once had a big ego, now he just has hurt feelings and a slightly smaller ego

But back to taunting

He and Tommy like to gang up on other people and get very loud with it, because they’re on different sides of the court starting out

And like I said before, the SBI have just learned to block them out, because they’re absolutely obnoxious

Ranboo plays the opposite hitter

As we all know, Ranboo is a giant

And with being a giant comes the ability to block so much easier and have a massive arm on him

Because he’s so big, it’s very easy for him to spike the ball to the point where some teams have slightly coward, because of his infamous abilities

Now Ranboo discovered volleyball with the help of himself

He had to stay after school one day and heard something coming from the gym

He investigated and found Wilbur and Techno absolutely whaling the ball over the net to a poor Tubbo who was still digging them… reluctantly

He was already friends with Tubbo and Tommy’s self-proclaimed “rival” so the both of them noticed him by the gym’s entrance and had two completely different reactions

You can probably guess what they were

Anyway, Ranboo wanted to try spiking, so Tommy (reluctantly) set him up and he slammed the ball at Tubbo

Yeah, Phil begged him to be on the team

Then we have our lovely coaches Phil and Schlatt

Let’s just say that they have very different approached when it comes to coaching, but at least the ways mesh well with each other

Phil, we love Phil

He’s our main coach, who does the majority of the coaching and training for the boys

He’s the one who will legitimately train the boys and keep them on track while Schlatt does what he does

Schlatt, the assistant coach, is mainly there to do drills

Like that’s the only reason he’s there

He loves making up drills for the team to do

They’re really helpful in the long run, but they’re an absolute pain in the ass now

Both coaches treat the team like family: Schatt’s more like that one uncle from your Dad’s side who gives you Vodka when you’re 12 and Phil treats the team like he’s they’re father (and he is to 3 of them)

Phil and Schlatt get along mostly, besides when Schlatt first started coaching and their two different coaching styles didn’t mesh yet

It wasn’t pretty

Now for how they act on court… yeah

They’re just a bunch of menices on the court like it’s not even funny

I mean: Techno and his weird blood thing… that’s enough to freak someone out let alone the rest of the team

I feel like it took the team a minute to be able to work so well together, because of all their quirks

They became fast friends, but each of them have their own monstrosity that they add to the court so the rest of the team had to get used to it

What can I say? They’re a rambunctious team.

The amount a chaos that radiates off of the SBI is enough to disorient anyone

The only team who doesn’t get seriously affected it the Feral Boys, but that’s only because they have they’re own set of quirks to practically cancel out the SBI’s

There’s a reason they’re rival teams

Now, like every team, there is some crowd favorites

And one of those players is most definitely Wilbur

He just has that charm to him that makes so many people swoon and he knows it too

Then you have Tommy who the crowd finds oddly endearing and he hates it so much, because he just wants people to think he’s tough

It’s okay Tommy, we love you anyway

But it’s not just the boys who are rambunctious, it’s Schlatt too

Poor Phil, he has to deal with both his assistant coach and his team’s antics

He tried to hone them when he first started coaching the boys, but later realized that it was pointless and just gave up

He actually started giving them tips on how to still do what they wanted, but with a bit more class

It somehow worked, literally no one knows, but whatever

In the end, the SBI team is like one big, dysfunctional family who never let’s any other team mess with their players

They have their whole history together and it’s quite respected in the league

All they know is that everything’s all part of the game

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antimony-medusa · 2 years

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Brain is absolutely addled with stats and spreadsheets so I just did some informal counting of another event that just ended, Drhair76′s Sports Day event on twitter, which was open for any sport, anyone on DSMP, henry-the-cow-focused on up. Collection here.

The Sports:

Volleyball 6

Swimming 5

Skating 3

Ballet 2

F1 2

Gymnastics 2

Hockey 2

Roller Derby 2

Sailing 2

Tennis 2

Archery 1

Badminton 1

Basketball 1

Big Wave Surfing 1

Boxing 1

Bubble parkour 1

Cheerleading 1

Colour Guard 1

Cricket 1

Cross Country 1

Equestrian 1

Exy (lacrosse and hockey fusion) 1

Fencing 1

Judo 1

Karate 1

Netball 1

Prince of Stride 1

Pro bending 1

Rowing 1

Rugby 1

Sports Day (UK) 1

Taekwando 1

The Characters

w. tommy

Tommy-centric 26

Crimeboys 7

Benchtrio 2

Goldenduo 2

Neapolitantrio 2

AlliumDuo-centric 1

OliveSleepy and Tommy-centric 1

SBI 1

w/o tommy

Beeduo 1

Hermitcraft DSMP crossover 1

Niki and Ranboo 1

Ranboo-centric 1

Techno-centric 1

Tubbo-centric 1

Twinsduo 1

Wilbur-centric 1

Wilbur and Niki 1

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 2 years

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the future's looking bleak (your will to live in weak).

by sunsetsomewhere

Techno, finally, shatters it. He's confused, still, and he questions, "Playing?"

"Playing what?" Phil asks.

Tommy blinks again, still incredulous. "Playing volleyball. Like I have been for the past month. I told you guys all about it; yesterday, at dinner, I- I invited you all."

Oh. Techno's eyes widen. He'd-- in all honesty, he'd kind of assumed Tommy was inviting them to watch the game with him. So Techno had paid him no mind, and focused on dinner. He hadn't realized Phil and Wilbur had done the same. In his excuse, the message got kind of lost in translation; it's not really his fault.

Wilbur, jaw dropped, ineloquent, repeats. "You play volleyball? Where?"

"For our school, idiot. That's where I go every study hall and gym period; to practice."

"You can't play for the school team. It's varsity, and you're a middle-schooler," Wilbur points out.

If Tommy wasn't angry before, he's angry now. "I'm a freshman!" -- Or, Tommy learns his place. It's decidedly a bad experience.

Words: 1572, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

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

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Angst (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt No Comfort, Suicide, Bad Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Bad Sibling Wilbur Soot, Bad Sibling Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Child Neglect, This is bad guys, Traumatized TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Dark SBI, vent fic, One Shot, Short One Shot, short not sweet hahha, so sorry for this one

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/38763945

#IFTTT #ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt

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shootingstarfire18 · 1 year

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Oi, mate, what’s up

I got here kind of on accident but I haven’t left! So I suppose I’ll make the best of it.

A lil bout me <3 :

* My name is Sydney, but I get startled when people government name me so call me Syd.

* I’m 20 and so tired, college is hard.

—speaking of college: I play sports. I’m a volleyball player and I’m having a great time.

— To my trans athletes and my trans peeps in general. Let your ribs rest from your binder, stretch. Please.

* I use they/them pronouns 👍🏻

* I am remarkably gay and my girlfriend is literally amazing

* I cannot seem to escape the hold these things have on me:

C! and CC! SBI (Wilbur, Techno, Philza + Tommy)

Sanders sides

Marvel (and honestly superheros in general)

Markiplier

Unnecessary shoutout to my co-writer and absolute homie: @shippostsandshitposts

Go commission them.

All my love~ drink water.

#lesbian #transgender #dsmp #introduction #pinned intro #haha yeet #what am i doing #pls help

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Monday

Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Pairing: SBI x sister!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, toxic friends, panic spirals/attacks, injury, taking pills for pain

Summary: you have a very bad week, how will you manage? (Characters are fully human, but based on their DSMP characters. High school AU)

Word count: 4,818

(A/N): I’ve never played volleyball or watched Haikyuu before, so I’m not 100% certain how games work. Also, I probs should’ve split this into two parts, but eh.

“(Y/n) love, you look homeless in that sweater, it’s literally so fucking ugly.”

“Haha, yeah it is. I guess I just wasn’t really trying today.”

Adrian snorted, scanning your body with his cold eyes. “Today? You don’t try at all. You always look like trash.”

“More than trash, you always look like you just rolled in dog shit.” Sammy threw her head back and cackled at her own joke.

Your friends around you erupted in laughter as you four walked down the hallways of the hell that was your public high school. You awkwardly chuckled alongside them, you didn’t really find it funny, but you didn’t want to draw more attention towards yourself.

“Seriously, (y/n), I really don’t know why we still hang out around you anymore. You really let yourself go.”

“Yeah, now that I think about it, you did gain like five pounds in the past week.”

“Really not a good look on you, love. Then again, nothing you do can make you look good anymore.”

You tried to not let their comments get to you, you really did, but sometimes their comments just rooted themselves deep into your subconscious. You didn’t try looking good anymore, you couldn’t wear anything without them criticising it. You could never win.

“Awe,” Adrien poked your cheeks, “stop looking so sad. We’re just trying to give you advice. You really need it.”

“Yeah, (y/n). You’re so sensitive, get a grip.”

“Guys look, I think she’s gonna cry!”

You wiped at your welling eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. “I’m not. I just got allergies.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. Anyways, what are our plans for Halloween? We should totally dress up like sexy angels! I think that’d be so cool. Like, Clint’s party won’t be ready for us.”

“Oh, about that Annie…”

“God, what now (y/n)?”

“I was actually planning on spending Halloween night taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating with my brothers and dad. I won’t be able to go with you guys, I’m sorry.”

The group groaned loudly. “C’mon (y/n), you never hang out with us anymore.”

“Oh my god (y/n) you still go trick-or-treating? We’re juniors.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with my AP classes and studying for the SAT. My team captain’s really been pushing the team hard with volleyball practice. State finals are soon and we want first this year.”

“No matter how much studying you do, you’re gonna fail. You’re stupid, so why try? Just give up and hang out with uuussss.”

“Yeah (y/n),” Adrien looked at you suspiciously, “you’ve been ignoring us lately. I thought we were friends. Do you even wanna be friends anymore?”

You felt a flare of panic flare up in your gut. “I do! I-I just have so much going on right now. It’s starting to get hard to juggle everything.”

“We’re starting to think that you don’t like us anymore, we want our (y/n) back!” Sammy whined. The others agreed with her, making you feel guilty. You were ignoring them, it was selfish in your opinion. You supposed that you could skip out on taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating, there’ll be other years you could take them.

“I guess I can take Tommy and Tubbo another year. They’d just have to go without me this year.”

They cheered, giving you praise. You beamed at that, they seemed down lately and you loved it when they’d give you compliments. They didn’t do that much, so that made their praise more special to you. You strived to get compliments.

You four went off to your separate first classes for the day. Yours was statistics, a class you’ve been struggling in lately. You didn’t know anybody in there except for your oldest brother Techno, so you tried to stick with him. Unfortunately, the teacher’s seating chart placed you both on opposite ends of the room, probably because of your last names indicating that you’re siblings. You placed your stuff down on the table and plopped down into your seat, already drained. You had a long day ahead of you; you had a major AP world history test in your next class, you had to give a presentation in your AP english class that was worth a quarter of your final grade, and you had a semifinals volleyball match that would last until late in the night. If your team won, you would be going to state finals, so it was a lot of pressure on your shoulders. You were the main setter, so you had to really focus tonight if you were going to score your team points.

“Alright class, pull out your homework!”

Fuck, you had homework? You looked in your folder, only to see the unfinished sheet full of equations you didn’t understand staring back at you tauntingly. Mr. Mullins walked over to your desk, took one look at your blank homework, and just walked right past you. Another big fat zero in the gradebook for you, just what you needed. At least he wasn’t in the mood to berate you today. You didn’t need any more stress piled onto your shoulders.

The lesson felt like it dragged on forever with you frantically trying to copy down the notes on the board and trying to understand the content at the same time. Overtime, he would call students up to the board. Hopefully, he would skip over you today. “Ms. Minecraft.” Goddamn it, you spoke too soon.

Your head perked up and you looked at him. “Yes sir?”

“Come up to the board and solve this.”

Gulping, you felt panic rise up in you and stood up with shaky knees. On the board was part of the newer content he was just teaching. Something that you understood only a little bit better than the rest, and that’s not saying much. You still didn’t understand the content completely. Your writing was shaky as you wrote what you thought was right on the board. Finding the answer, you circled it and looked at Mr. Mullins. He looked disappointed.

“That’s wrong, Ms. Minecraft. Please sit down.”

You felt like your face was on fire as you saw the entire class burning holes into you with their eyes. Though they looked dead inside, as per usual with any morning class full of tired teenagers, their effects still took hold on you. You wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die. You sat back down and stared at your note packet, you couldn’t focus on the lecture anymore. Your attention was fully on your surroundings, you were hyper aware of every little whisper and bouncing leg in your peripheral vision. You could feel yourself spiraling, usually that wouldn’t happen until after your third class. Today was going to be rough.

The loud chime of the bell startled you out of your thoughts. You shakily put your papers back into your binder and put the binder back into your backpack. Right as you were about to walk through the door, you heard Techno catch up to you. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah Tech, I’m just peachy.”

“Are you su-”

“Technoblade. I’m fine. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to my next class. I have an important presentation I’ve gotta prepare for.”

Without giving him any room to argue, you rushed off to your english class. You had Adrian and Annie in your class. For your presentation, you were paired up with people that you hardly knew. At least they did their part in the project, you were certain you were going to die if you got paired up with Adrian and Annie again. You loved them, but they never did any part of their portion of work. They left it to you to finish at midnight the day the project was due. To be fair, they both told you they had family emergencies, so you covered for them just that once.

You pulled out your flashcards only to have them knocked out of your hand when someone bumped into you. You quickly crouched to pick them up so you could have them in order by time class started. “Oops, sorry love.”

It was Annie. She and Adrian towered over your crouched form smirking at you. Looking back down to rearrange your cards, you murmured “it’s ok.”

“Are you ready for this presentation, I know I am.”

You smiled a little. “Actually, I think I’m going to ace this. English is my best subject.”

“Yeah (y/n), I wasn’t asking you. I was talking to Annie. Besides, you’re probably going to fail this.” Adrian scoffed.

“Thank you for asking, Adrian,” Annie shot a pointed look at you, “at least someone cares.”

The bell rang, signifying the start of your second block. You felt like you had a lump in your throat blocking your breathing. If Adrian, one of the smartest kids in your english class, said that you were going to fail, then you probably were going to fail. That would take a huge hit on your grade, this project was worth a quarter of your final grade after all. You were zoned out for the entirety of your classmate’s presentations putting yourself into a spiral. You jumped when Mr. Todd, your teacher, called your group up to present.

You stood stiffly in the middle of your two groupmates and clutched your flashcards with clammy hands. Luckily, your part of the presentation was not first. When it came to your part, you were stuttering and tumbling over your words. You even dropped your flashcards in front of everybody, causing half the class to snicker. Your face burned as you hurried to pick them up and your other groupmate took this as a signal to continue the presentation. You still had an important point to make that was integral for the set up to your other groupmate’s part of her presentation. You stared at your flashcards for the rest of the presentation.

When the bell rang, you made a mad dash out of the classroom. You didn’t want to talk to anybody, especially not Adrian or Annie. It was a relief that you had your lunch period at the moment. You could hide yourself in the bathroom nobody used and let your panic attack ride itself out.

You ducked inside a stall and sat on the toilet, bringing your knees up to bury your face in them. The tears and panic you were holding in all day let itself out with explosive effects. You started to hyperventilate as you muffled your sobs with your knee. Your chest painfully clenched so you couldn’t breathe. Your limbs felt like they weighed two tons each and they were shaking intensely. You didn’t hear the end of the lunch bell ring. By the time you calmed down slightly, you were five minutes late to AP world history.

You packed your stuff up in a hurry, power walking through the halls. You probably looked like shit, but you didn’t care, you had a class to get to and a test that you probably wouldn’t be able to finish now. You lost ten minutes of your test time. When you tried to open the closed door, you found that it was locked. You had to knock if you wanted to get in. You raised a shaking hand to knock, but the door was opened by a less-than-impressed Ms. Osborne. She ushered you to your desk and gave you your unit test.

You couldn’t focus. The multiple choice section was usually a breeze to you, but you couldn’t comprehend any of the questions. When you could comprehend them, you couldn’t concentrate on choosing an answer. You did your best to find the correct answers, but you were almost positive that at least half of them were wrong. Your handwriting was nearly incomprehensible and your essay topic was something you didn’t study for. When you were done with half of the body paragraphs, the bell rang and you had to turn in your unfinished test.

You had your independent online psychology course next in the library. You usually worked alone secluded in a corner deep inside the library where nobody went. You would get some solace in being alone. Maybe you’d calm down enough so that you could ride home with your brothers and not go for a long walk so you could avoid them.

You settled down in the comfortable chair and pulled out your laptop to get started. Psychology was your favorite class. It was easy for you to understand, it didn’t have much of a workload attached to it, and it was fun to learn about. It always calmed you down reading about the intricate workings of the brain.

By time the day was over, you got most of your psychology work done and you were on your way to the car you shared with Technoblade and Wilbur. You took out your spare keys and slumped against the window in the backseat. You were absolutely drained after your terrible day and you still felt panic swirling deep within you, waiting for the right moment to strike.

You stretched out your legs across the seat and leaned your back against the door. For the first time that day, you felt peaceful. You still had at least fifteen minutes to yourself until your brothers would start to make your way to the car. You felt the panic subside slightly and you fully relaxed. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a light sleep. You needed your energy for tonight’s match.

The door you were leaning on swung open and you tumbled backwards smacking the back of your head against the metal frame of the car and reverse scorpioning onto the pavement. Your entire upper back and the back of your head exploded in pain and your lower back hurt slightly from having your back bent uncomfortably. You heard laughter above you as you felt tears of pain start to slip out of your eyes. Your legs swung out from their place above your face and landed on the ground with a painful thump.

You saw three blurry figures above you laughing at your pain. You reached up with a shaky hand to wipe at your tears and saw Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. They were cackling as you shakily stood up and sat on the comfortable seats of the car. You waited patiently for them to calm down.

Eventually, Sammy calmed down enough to explain what happened to you through chuckles. “I’m sorry (y/n), it was just too good to resist. You should’ve seen your face.”

She and the others broke back into uncontrolled laughter as they remembered your embarrassing fall. You were used to their antics, and quite frankly it felt good to make your friends laugh, even if it were at your own expense. Just as they were calming down once again, you saw Wilbur and Techno walk out the front doors of the school laughing at something the other said. Annie and Sammy heard their laughter and quickly turned around to watch them. They had massive crushes on both of your brothers, many in the school did.

Your brothers made their way to your shared car and stopped to look at you in slight confusion. “(Y/n), were you crying? What happened?” Wilbur asked worriedly.

“Yea-”

“Oh Wilbur, it was terrible, (y/n) fell out of the car. I don’t think she closed the door before she leaned on it.” Annie interrupted you with a faked concerned tone, a complete contradiction to her reaction before your brothers came.

Techno hastily made his way to the driver’s side door. “Well, if she’s hurt we better get going, right Wilbur?”

“Yes! We better get going, please excuse us.” He sat in the passenger seat and closed the door without hearing Sammy and Annie’s desperate attempts to stop them so they could talk to them. Your brothers thought Sammy and Annie were annoying. They absolutely hated being around them.

Waving apologetically at your friends, you pulled yourself into the car and closed the door. Annie and Sammy looked offended that you had let Wilbur and Techno get away from them. Avoiding their eyes, you looked down at your tightly clasped hands. They were shaking slightly.

After pulling out of the parking lot, Techno glanced at you from the rearview mirror. “You ok (y/n)?”

“Yeah, my back just hurts and I have a headache.”

“Well, do you wanna go and get some ice cream? We still have some time left before we have to pick up Tommy and Tubbo. Dad doesn’t have to know,” Wilbur asked you.

You sighed, you wanted nothing other than to take a nap before your match. “Sorry, but I need to watch what I eat today. We have semifinals tonight and I can’t have anything sugary. I just wanna go home and take a nap.”

Your brothers were quiet for the rest of the car ride until you reached your driveway. Techno twisted his body around in his seat to look at you after he put the car in park. “Did you actually fall out of the car?”

Shit, should you tell him the truth? If you did, they would almost certainly get mad at your friends. Sammy and Annie would never forgive you if you turned your brothers against them. You decided that you would take one for the team again. “Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention.”

Techno snorted. “Well, that was stupid,” he jokingly said. “Next time you’re gonna get run over by a parked car.”

You knew that he meant that as a joke, but it still stung. Stamping your emotions down, you laughed with him and Wilbur. It was stupid of you to do, you shouldn’t have let your guard down if you weren’t at home.

You winced as you slung your bag on your back and walked the best you could back into your house. Your upper back was killing you. You made a beeline to the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for some pain relief pills. You took some and shambled off to your room to take your well earned nap. You set your alarm’s setting to its loudest volume and passed out.

You jolted up and gasped when you felt a wave of pain hit your upper back. You blearily looked at the time. You had a little under two hours before you had to get back to the school for your match. You groaned when you pulled yourself up, your head pounding with every turn. You pulled yourself out of bed and once again took some pain pills. You went downstairs to grab an apple or something to eat. Your dad was at the stove stirring something around in a pot.

He turned to look at you with an excited smile. “You ready for your match tonight? You’re gonna kill it!”

You only nodded halfheartedly and plopped yourself down at the table with your apple. Philza frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, but he figured that it was just because you just woke up from a nap. You’d bounce back eventually.

“Wilbur told me that you fell out of the car? How’d you do that?”

You shrugged, wincing slightly as it moved your back slightly. “Dunno, must’ve not closed the door.”

Philza was at your side in a hurry, his hands hovering over your shoulders. “Did you get hurt? Show me where it hurts.”

“My back and the back of my head.”

“Can I move your shirt so I could look?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

You felt him gently pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body to peek at your back. You heard his breath hitch as he looked. Was it that bad? “Good god (y/n),” he breathed out.

“What, is it bad?”

“Don’t you feel how bad it is? Your entire back is bruised. I think there’s some blood too.”

“Damn.”

“First, language. Second, that’s all you have to say? Aren’t you in pain?”

“Yeah, but the pain pills are gonna kick in soon. I’ll be fine.”

“Would you be able to play tonight? I really think you should sit this one out.”

“No, I’m playing tonight Dad.”

“(Y/n),” oh no, he was using his stern dad voice. “It’s not a good idea to play tonight. You’re hurt, I’m sure they’ll understand if you sit this one out.”

You felt frustration rise up in you. “We’re in the semifinals. They need me, I’m the main setter. They’d lose without me playing.”

“(Y/n), I’m serious. You’re not playing today.”

“Dad, I am playing today. Look, I’ll talk to Coach Williams to see if I could be rotated out more often. I know she’d let me.”

He stared at you for a while before sighing. He knew there was no convincing you. “...Fine. But you better talk to Coach Williams about sitting out for a bit if your back hurts too much or I swear I’ll drag you off the court myself.”

You smiled a little at the small victory. “Thank you! I promise I’ll sit out if needed.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “If needed?”

You sighed, “when needed.”

He walked over to the pot, stirring the contents slightly. “That’s better. Dinner’s almost ready, I made some pasta.”

“It smells good, but I think I’m skipping out on it for today. I already ate this apple and if I eat any more I’ll probably hurl on the court.”

He made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, “fine, but you’re eating something when we get home tonight.”

He walked off to go get your brothers and Tubbo for dinner. You could hear their booming steps racing down the stairs towards the kitchen. They raced into the kitchen and almost crashed into the back of your chair. You stood up and looked at the two excitable fifth graders. “Careful boys, don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You’re no fun (y/n),” Tommy whined.

“Sure, sorry bout that,” Tubbo beamed at you.

You chuckled, making your way upstairs to get ready for your match. You took off your clothes with great difficulty and slipped on your jersey and your spandex shorts. They were way too short for your tastes, but you couldn’t wear longer ones, they’d just get in the way. You fondly remembered how your dad flipped out when he first saw you in them, he hated them with a burning passion. He still hates how short they are.

When you were struggling with pulling your hair back into a tight, sleek ponytail, the back of your head throbbed continuously with pain. You most likely bruised your scalp.

You slipped on your shoes that were made specifically for playing volleyball and headed downstairs. You were met with Tommy and Tubbo jumping in excitement seeing you in your uniform. They loved going to your matches, even if they would always pass out in the car after them because matches usually ended late at night. You grabbed your dad’s keys and headed to his car. Before you could lead the boys out the door, Philza’s voice stopped you.

“(Y/n), coat.”

You huffed, grabbing your coat and putting it on before tossing him his keys. You four got into the car and set out for the high school. The short drive was filled with Tommy and Tubbo asking you questions about volleyball and encouraging you. “(Y/n), you’re gonna kick their butts!”

“Yeah!” Tubbo cheered

Despite their voices causing a spike of pain to shoot throughout your head, you laughed at their enthusiasm. It was always nice to hear your little brother and pseudo brother in the stands cheering you on, they were your and your team’s personal cheerleaders.

Not long after you got to the school, you were stretching with your team on the gym’s floor. Your posse found their way into the stands, sitting in the front row. The away team watched your team like a hawk, analysing every single player for any weakness. It was because of them that you tried to not show any pain when you moved your back. You talked to Coach Williams before the team stretch and she was obviously sympathetic with your situation. She agreed to switching you out with the standby setter every few rotations.

The echo of the whistles caused pain to ring in your head every time someone scored or a foul was called. Your team captain, Haley, was constantly, yet discreetly checking on you throughout the game since she was always next to you. She was the team’s main spiker after all.

The game droned on and on before you realized that the opposing team was targeting you when they were offensive. They probably realized that you were injured a round ago. You tried your best to block every ball that was sent your way, but a few managed to slip past you when you couldn’t move fast enough. This team was good, but your team was better.

The score during the final round was tied and the clock was on it’s last ten seconds as the ball soared your way. You dove to hit it, landing on your shoulder on the hard floor and hitting it up high enough for Haley to spike the ball down. The crowd went wild as the ball bounced off from the opposite end of the court almost simultaneously with the screeching of the referee’s whistle, signifying the end of the game and your team’s victory.

You laid on the floor in pain, you thought you must’ve pulled your tender muscles in your back and shoulder. It hurt to move it. You felt one of your teammates grab your hand to yank you up into a giant full team group hug. You yelped slightly in pain as you felt arms press against your back and hands firmly patting your bruised shoulders. You were whisked away into the locker room to change into the pajamas you brought with you.

“(Y/n), are you alright? That was a pretty hard fall.” Haley’s soft voice asked you. You felt your heart sing in your chest.

“Yeah Hales, I’m fine. I just pulled a few muscles.”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed together, “are you sure? As your team captain and your friend, I’m worried about you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You felt warm knowing that she cared about you. “I’m sure, worrywart.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and breathed out a soft laugh. “Sorry for asking, grump.” Her laugh sounded like music to your ears.

Your phone vibrated in your pajama pocket, alerting you of your family waiting for you in the car and for you to hurry up. You sighed, “sorry Hales, I gotta go. Dad’s getting impatient.”

She gave you a small smile. “Oh, well, tell your family I said hi! Good work on the court today, I wouldn’t ask for a different setter.”

You felt your cheeks warm up and you watched with wide eyes as she left the locker room. Your phone vibrated again, your dad was really starting to get impatient.

You walked out of the school as fast as you could to find your dad’s car waiting for you up front. Jumping in and softly closing the passenger side door, you slumped against the window. “(Y/n),” Tommy’s tired voice slurred. “That. Was. Pog…”

You glanced back to see him and Tubbo snoring away in their seats. Your match was more exciting than usual, so that must’ve really tired them out. You chuckled, turning back around to lean against the window. You took care not to put any weight on your shoulder or back.

“(Y/n), you were amazing out there, but why did you dive for that ball? That fall looked like it hurt.”

You hummed tiredly, “thanks Dad. I just did what I thought would win us the game. We’re going to finals!” You quietly sang.

“Did you hurt your shoulder?”

“I actually don’t know, but I think I might’ve pulled a few muscles. Nothing too bad.”

“...I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for you tomorrow morning during your first and second blocks. I want you to get your back, shoulder, and head looked at. You looked miserable the entire match.”

You sighed, too tired to argue, “mmk.”

He chuckled before the car fell into a comfortable silence. The gentle bouncing of the car and the subtle hum of the engine was lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids were drooping by the time you pulled into your driveway.

You drug yourself out of the car and into the house, leaving Philza with the sleeping boys. You walked straight to your room and plopped down on your bed, passing out instantly for the second time that day.

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kitsuneexe · 3 years

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More art, this time Ranboo!.. with a volleyball!

March 11th, 2021

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batwritings · 2 years

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heyo i don’t know if this is a bit too specific of a request buuut can i get some sbi family comfort with a reader who pushes themselves too far in the sport they’re in too the point of injury?

i play volleyball and i ignored shin splints and now i can barely walk without wanting to cry jehshshehwk ty! <3

Oh gosh! As this was sent a little bit ago, I hope you're doing well friend! ; 3 ; One comfort fic, coming up! Enjoy~!

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"Phil!" Techno calls from the doorway. You try not flinch in his arms as his voice booms through the house. "Grab some ice for me will ya?"

"Why?" the winged man asks, poking his head out from the kitchen. It's only then that he sees the pig man setting you onto their comfiest chair. "Jeez Y/N! The hell happened?"

"Somebody thought they could beat me," Wilbur joked, nudging your arm playfully as he settle beside you. He's careful in propping your now damaged leg up on his own bony ones to start on a splint.

"I so could have!" you bantered back, tone defiant yet still playful. "Me and Techno would've made the best match against you and Tommy. You're skin and bones!"

"Skin and bones that kicked your ass!" Tommy shot from his room upstairs. Little bugger must've flown in.

"And yet we still made it back before you did," you chuckled, flinching as Wilbur nudges your leg wrong. He mumbles out a soft "sorry" as Tommy flutters down to join you.

"We'll see," Tommy sneers, rolling his eyes. He was a defiant brat but he meant well.

Phil brings in some ice next, settling it against the fabric of the makeshift splint against your shin. "Don't. Push it," the blond man warns, fatherly tone lining his words. "You've got so much time to beat these two. We don't need you ending up broken further." He gives you a soft smile to show he's just caring for you.

"Sure thing dad," you chuckle, adding a soft thanks at the end for bringing the ice. It stings, but in the kind of way that you can tell something is healing, helping.

Techno drapes his cape around your shoulders as he settles next to you. None of the boys leave your side that night, each feeling slightly guilty for going all out on someone who isn't a hybrid like themselves. You wouldn't have it any other way though.

They're your family, and they were treating you like one.

#bat writes #anon reqs #sbi fluff #technoblade fluff #philza fluff #wilbur soot fluff

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moonlitdiane · 3 years

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To add on to my MODERN AU! SBI family dynamic;

Since Phil didn't want his kids to be like Alex Quackity "iPad kid" Quackity Alex, he encouraged them to join in their schools' sports teams, maybe some more than others.

"Techno I swear to God if you don't get up from that computer I'm going to stop paying for the WiFi,"

Wilbur the soccer boy who is, generally speaking, a good player—but that's not where his passion lies. It's in creating chaos and music, giving Mayor Schlatt headaches is just a part time job. The ball isn't as heavy as his old acoustic guitar, the soreness from practice isn't as gratifying as the burn in his fingertips from pressing metal strings just a little bit too hard. Or the disgusting sticky feeling after performing a full set with his mates. There is an unfinished symphony in his head and every waking moment is spent wondering if he'll ever get to finish composing it.

"When will you and your boys officially start a band?"

Phil supported his passion, of course he does. But Wilbur doesn't know where to go from here, he's hesitant. He fears that one day, all of this love and joy for making music will quickly melt into a tiresome and tedious routine. Making music for the sake of billboards and record sales and money. He's afraid to become the very thing he torments Mayor Schlatt for. He's afraid to become blinded by green. And so he braces himself, readies himself to end up in some 9 to 5 job in a shitty office. Better to work for a capitalist than become a capitalist, right? He closes the door to where the symphony leads but he doesn't lock it.

Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo, volleyball monsters. The court used to be so big in their 7th grade eyes but now it feels far too small. Tommy, the outside hitter who needed something to channel all his energy and violent tendencies in. Now he doesn't get into much fights anymore. Phil smiles but he doesn't know what to really feel about that. The burn in Tommy's hands when he spikes a ball and it lands right on the boundary lines, brings him immense joy. The world didn't know who this blond marauder was and what he could achieve but this kid had something in him that deserved to be shown on the world stage.

Ranboo, the quiet middle blocker who used to be hesitant with his blocks, now quiet and calculating. Nobody ever knows if he's guess blocking or read blocking, his facial expression remains stern and unreadable. He was towering too, he couldn't help but chuckle a little when once they were practicing and Purpled, the inside hitter, attempted to hit the ball to their side—only to be met with a total shutdown.

"Are you the main character or something? You didn't even start playing volleyball until highschool!"

Tubbo the energetic libero, his small body can take so much more than what it seems. Sometimes his forearms were bruised and poor Phil would have to worry all day, with Wilbur whispering down his neck the worst scenarios possible. But then again, didn't their dad tell them to be proud of their bruises? So Tubbo doesn't even bother hiding them, even with his fondness of sweaters, he pulls them back to show that—yes, I'm a good libero and yes, I'm the one thing that keeps this team from losing. His height? Doesn't matter. Volleyball isn't just an aerial sport, the battle doesn't end once the ball falls past your head. The rally doesn't end until that damn ball touches the ground.

Techno the Olympic level fencing champion, it was the natural choice after all, his quiet obsession for the dramatics and ruffled poet shirts were far too obvious. Twirling his sabre in hand, he'd watch his opponents with dark eyes and a taunting grin. Internationally reveered as The Blade, the blunt fencing swords always feel like the sharpest claymore in his hold. Even with an Arnis, it still felt intimidating and dangerous to be sparring with him. Phil didn't want to pick favorites but he never claimed to be a perfect father but he wasn't a bad father either he was just—he was an ok dad.

So maybe that's why Techno sneaks away every Friday night to participate in underground fighting clubs.

"aren't you too young to be here?"

And maybe that's why he's always scared to death coming home in the morning, barely a bruise on him, more than the thought of dying in a fight without his family. Because he's afraid to disappoint the only person who's ever been proud of him, who looks at him with so much pride and joy. But what can he do when the fight calls for him? When the rush from the punches and the pain from nearly breaking his bones makes him feel so alive? But then again, even illegal fighting can't soothe the voices inside him anymore, it never has.

So he picks up the fencing sword again, he'll pick up a pen, or he'll sit down in front of his computer. Better to run away in the imaginary wars through history in his head than actually hurt somebody. Because that's the thing good guys do, right? And that's what Phil would've wanted.

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kikiwhataboutthatbrendon · 3 years

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So I was at the beach with my cousin last week and as everyone knows, that's when MCC happened. I went to watch Phil's vod and seeing how much she enjoyed Wilbur’s pov live, I asked her if she wanted to join. She said yes.

Throughout the entire stream she was BadBoyHalo languaging me. She did it so often I asked her if she'd heard of him before. She said no. I then explained what he does when people curse on his stream and she excitedly exclaimed, "Hey, that's what I do! I do that!"

There's a lot of stuff she said so it's under the cut, enjoy!

And now, conversations I had with my cousin during Phil's vod.

"I'm gonna watch Phil's stream, wanna watch?"

"I know him! That's the old one!"

"Phil's thirty-two."

"No he's not… no he's not. There's now way. He has to be in his forties."

"I'll google him right now!"

One google search later.

"HA HE'S THIRTY-THREE!"

"THAT'S STILL NOT OLD-"

"How old is the Tommy guy?"

"He's seventeen."

She pulls a constipated face.

"He doesn't sound seventeen, he sounds fourteen."

After hearing Connor talk, I told her who it was so she'd know who was speaking.

"That's Connor."

"I've never heard him until now."

"The names of the people on this team are Phil, Tommy, Fundy, and Connor."

"Three of those are names."

After Phil kills Sparklez in Battle Box and his (Captain Sparklez's) name pops up.

"I know that one! I know that one!"

After I see Jack in chat I excitedly exclaim, 'Jack Manifold!' This was a lapse in judgement.

"Oh, Jack Manifold!"

"That sure is a name."

"That's his legal name!"

"That's not a real name."

"His legal name is Jack Manifold…"

"Jack is a name, Jack is fine, but Manifold???"

"Do you know what a Manifold is?"

"No."

"It's a piece of technology."

"OH SO MY NAME IS [REDACTED] IPAD, [REDACTED] IPAD!!!"

I was telling her about the cc's real names because of what happened with Jack.

"Tommy's name is Thomas Simons."

Insert the most evil lenny face you could imagine.

"Hehe Thomas. Thomas… Thomas the train."

"Because these people have no significance to me it's funny to watch you get sad when they lose."

"My favorite streamer that plays in this is Technoblade."

Dead silence.

"Technological sword. USB knife. Ipad-"

"FUCK YOU-"

"LANGUAGE-"

Got to talking about the SBI's heights. Another lapse in judgement.

"Ranboo is 6'7, actually."

My man whips around so fast her neck cracked.

"HE'S SIX SEVEN???"

I nod.

"HE COULD BE OUT HERE, DOING THE SPORTS THING…"

"He played volleyball."

A few moments of silence.

"Okay buddy."

"Why is Tommy giving them a pep talk?"

"They're live in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers."

"Why are so many people watching a block game? The Olympics is on upstairs."

Talking about Phil, she's gotten a good look at him.

"He looks like a dad."

All of these are real quotes taken from my cousin. She has no idea why any of us are so invested but happy we're having a good time. Looking forward to the next MCC so I can get more quotes from her. Have a good evening!

#philza #philza minecraft #tommyinnit #connoreatspants #fundy #ranboo #jack manifold #captain sparklez #technoblade #mcc #bread cousin #bread bits #you guys only got the half of it

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chandelier-s-notebook · 3 years

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I'm using @crowfootwrites' June List Day 12: Stroll

Haha we two days late know, oops.

Set in a Villain AU created by @olde-scratch ao3 link

Let me know if you wanna be on the taglist: @sleepysnails @causeimfabulous

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Time: 17:34, June 1st, 2021

Tommy was parkcouring across the rooftops. Thank fuck. It was so nice to be running and jumping across the city after a day at Private School. It was so liberating.

Tommy made his way to Tubbo and Ranboo’s school.

Look. He knew Ranboo had a volleyball game that night. Ranboo had taken the egg this morning. But Tommy was salty about that so he didn’t go. He knows. He knows. He should have gone. Ranboo took time out of his day to go watch Tommy in the school musical last month. Tommy should have returned the favour.

In his defense, he did the grocery shopping. Yes he bought the marshmallow cereal. Yes he bought Ranboo’s body weight in spaghetti. Yes he bought sausage rolls. And yes bird-care-store-guy-that-definitely-isn’t-one-of-the-members-of-SBI Tommy bought other healthy food as well. Yes Niki he also bought more dish soap and they will stop stealing yours.

Tommy walked into the school. Yes he was in his Theseus gear. Yes that was dumb. But sometimes when he was skipping school he’d don the Theseus gear and walk into theirs. The school population knew Theseus, and for some reason he really liked to come to volleyball events. They also never turned him into the Braidingston Hero HQ.

The school administration turned him in the first time. Their first mistake was telling the heroes to come in during lunch. Tommy supposed it was smart to do it during lunch, because the students would definitely run out of class to meet the heroes. But Tommy got to kick back and relax because Tubbo and Ranboo’s acquaintance Purpled rallied everyone to barricade the heroes out and keep Theseus out of trouble.

But that was then. This was now. Tommy wandered into the gym just as the clock hit zero. Ranboo had won, and he missed the whole thing. Whoops. At least he showed up. He climbed up the drainable pipes along the wall and sat up in the rafters.

Tubbo was glaring at him from the stands.

Time: 23:12, June 1st, 2021

Okay so Tubbo and Ranboo had been a little mad at him. “Why did you miss my game? It was the final!”

“Are you still on about that?”

“Yes!” Ranboo shouted through his headset.

“I’m sorry. I said I was sorry. I didn’t want to go.”

“I didn’t want to go to your stupid musical.”

“Hey! ‘So Rotten!’ is a great musical.”

“That was uncalled for,” Tubbo admonished. “Tommy didn’t call your game stupid.”

The line went dead, presumably because the two of them were bickering in the room together. After a few minutes Tommy spoke again. “Are you two done?”

“Sorry for calling your musical dumb. You were great as Shakespeare in it.”

“Thank you. It’s hard to be the bard.”

Ranboo snorted over frequency. “Thank you for grocery shopping while you were out missing my game.”

“Be nice.”

“I am being nice.”

“Fine. Robbery in process at the candy store on 7th Street. Teenagers. Security cameras are picking up Purpled.”

“Do I have to stop him?”

“Tommy.”

“Fine fine. On my way. What do you guys want?”

“Anything.”

“M&Ms.”

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Time: 23:15, June 1st, 2021

“Robbery at the candy store on 7th Street,” George read from his wristwatch. “Klupa Boys territory.”

“One of them is probably there right now.” Dream strechted. “Ten bucks on Voidporter. Theseus was out last night.”

“Fifteen on Theseus. Braidingston Public had a volleyball game tonight. I’m sure he’s out.”

“Oh yeah.” Dream shook George’s hand. “I’m still gonna take that bet.”

The two heroes arrive at the scene, they walk down the road and bump right into their targets. Dream and George worked together to apprehend the running teens without hurting them.

“What happened?”

“Theseus saw you guys and dipped,” he boy in the purple sweater said. If he wanted to distract the heroes from dealing with them properly, then they succeeded.

Dream groaned and search around for fifteen buck in his uniform. George dealt with the kids quickly, he took down their names, wrote up minor infraction cards, and sent them on their way.

“Hey Theseus!” Dream yelled. “If you’re still around I just want to talk. I won’t take you in. I’ll be on the other side of the roof if you want. Let’s set something up yeah?”

“No thanks!” Dream heard someone shout from off in the distance.

Dream and George shared a look. Then broke off in a sprint towards the voice.

“Oh shit! Bye guys!”

#TommyInnit #Ranboo #Tubbo #Dreamwastaken #Georgenotfound #Purpled #Villain AU #Crowfoot List

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Dream SMP volley ball team hc like haikyuu mixed with dream smp if that makes any sense Pt 2:

SMP highschool (Dream Team):

Dream:

Ace/Opposite defense, 2nd year, 6″3

Dream is the catain of the team and is a powerful yet ominous player. Dream is well balanced on both offense and defense but he is basicallya god at both. He could basically replace any role on the team that how good he is. He has been playing since he was young with Sapnap and George so they’re all a tightly knit group. Though he seems scary to other people all of his team mates know of him as a funny guy who is basically terrible at anything outside of his favorite thing; volleyball.

George:

Libero/pinch server,3rd year,5″9

George has been playing volley ball for longer than most kids his age so he has come across basically everything that can happen in a game. That doesn’t stop him from acting surprised and he almost always screams during a match during a high stress situation. He almost always makes it though so his teammates aren’t complaining if it works.

Sapnap:

outside hitter,2nd year, 5″10

Sapnap is relativelyshortbut is a beast on the court “i will give you the meanest uppercut youve ever seen in your whole life” really takes on a whole new meaning. He is a not only a fast reactor to make up for his hight but he is also powerful and he is a tactical spiker who has many moves up his sleeve. His biggest rival is Technoblade the middleblocker from SBI High because they’re always getting better and are both unstopable forces. He has the tallest jump on the team relative to size but he has the second tallest jump overall.

BBH:

Setter, 3rd year, 5″7

BBH isn’t the exact model of a setter because he is great at recieving and wouldeasily be a great Libero. BBH helps utilise both Dream and Sapnap’s power and helps direct it. He is quite calm in high stress situations.

Antfrost:

defensive specialist, 1st year, 5″7

He is relatively new to the sport but gets a lot of geidance from everybody on the team. He is really good at recieving and pretty good at blocking. He likes 1 on 1 mathces with Dream because he wants to learn from him.

Awesamdude:

Middle blocker, 3rd year, 6″7

A very technical and tactical player. He notices everything about his aponents. Him and BBH had to work for quite a while on setting to him because his hight made it more difficult with their foot difference. Dream and Sam work really well together despite not knowing eachother as long.

Ask any questions you have and if anybody want to use this fo writing or art i would greatly apreciate it just tag me so you credit me and so i can see it. I do plan on posting more about this and pt 1 is already up.

Also I know the Awesamedude one might not make sense but i felt he made the most sense because of his and Dream’s work on the Prison it was great so I thought they would be cool teammates. Also I needed another tall person on the team.

#dreamsmp #Dream #dreamwastaken #Georgenotfound #sapnap #Antfrost #BadBoyHalo #awesamdude #Dream smp volleyball

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stormy-skies-falling · 2 years

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Masterlist

Here’s the people I write about! More will most likely be added in later on, but for now, these are the [x readers] / [p! x readers]

Little psa: for all the characters I do write for, I don't know their true personality, this is just my interpretation of them, so yeah! Kisses! <3

Key <3

🌩: series

☁: imagines

🌧: headcanons

🌥: scenarios

Romantic or Platonic

Dream

Did you eat half of those apples? ☁ (part of “Fall Festivities with the Feral Boys series )

Making Two Idiots Confess Their Feelings for Dummies 🌩

Twitter can wait ☁

The Bet ☁

Trying to take Dream’s new Insta pics 🌥

Y/n is Y/n 🌥

Cat Videos 🌥

Lays Potato Chips 🌥

How Erotic ☁️

I like it– picasso!☁️

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

The Hoes Gonna Love This ☁️

a series of events... 🌥

GeorgeNotFound

George and baby animals 🌥

George is colorblind among other things 🌥

Lays Potato Chips 🌥

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

Sapnap

You really wanna go there? ☁

Okay, Darlin’? ☁

Sapnap at the announcement of him in MCC Pride 🌥

Lays Potato Chips 🌥

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

Quackity

Children of the Corn who? ☁ (part of “Fall Festivities with the Feral Boys series )

Short and Mean 🌥

quack quack, mother fucker ☁

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

Hair Braiding with Quackity 🌧

Karl

Gang signs apparently 🌥

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

Punz

Y/n can "dunk" 🌥

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

Wilbur Soot

Super Y/n! ☁

Volleyball Team!SBI Headcanons 🌧

C!Technoblade

How are we both so oblivious? ☁

Volleyball Team!SBI Headcanons 🌧

Platonic Only

Tommyinnit

Sbi and Co. ☁

What about it? ☁

Volleyball Team!SBI Headcanons 🌧

Tubbo

Sbi and Co. ☁

Volleyball Team!SBI Headcanons 🌧

Ranboo

Sbi and Co. ☁

Volleyball Team!SBI Headcanons 🌧

Multiple Mcyts

Fall Festivities with the Feral Boys🌩

Sbi and Co. ☁

Making Two Idiots Confess Their Feelings for Dummies 🌩

Lays Potato Chips 🌥

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

Volleyball Team!SBI Headcanons 🌧

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inkyjaguar · 3 years

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Camping AU?

Everyone goes to play volleyball while leaving Bad and Sam to build the tents?

Techno and Dream being team captains for capture the flag?

And everyone getting way too into it?

Sapnap and George arguing over who gets to flip the burgers?

Wilbur leading everyone in campfire songs with Puffy?

Quackity telling scary stories around the campfire?

Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo staying up and trying to ‘fall asleep’ to stay overnight but being hauled away by Phil anyways?

Everyone eventually ending up in the same tent after Dream Team’s collapse, SBI’s isn’t waterproof and floods and they all have to board with Ant’s and Niki’s?

Shared sleeping bags cuz Karl forgot his?

Please consider donating to my Kofi. Bills are hard and I would love to keep writing. If you donate with a specific request, I will write it for you.

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #dream smp au #camping #someone get stabbed accidentally in capture the flag #please add on

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 2 years

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All I Hope for is to be a Bit of Warmth for You

by Lunar_Supernova12

Instead of hearing the click of the door shutting, he felt something soft press against his forehead. Oh. Wilbur was giving him a forehead kiss. That’s nice, Tommy thought to himself. He could've sworn he heard his brother chuckle.

Or: The sequel to my volleyball fic for sports day (you might want to read that one first, some things might not make sense. But if you’re just looking for fluffy crimeboys and SBI, then you’re good).

(Title is from Boreas by The Oh Hellos)

Words: 5746, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Only Dove I See

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Sam | Awesamdude, Grayson | Purpled (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Cara | CaptainPuffy, those three are mentioned by name and nothing else, Original Characters, just Tommy’s coach

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Grayson | Purpled & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), bench trio is mentioned, ALL OF THESE ARE PLATONIC, No Romantic Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Family Dynamics, Family Fluff, Platonic Cuddling, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Sports, Volleyball, Headaches & Migraines, Self-Worth Issues, its mild I’m tagging it to be safe, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Phil Watson is Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit's Parent, Good Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), the best parent actually, Sickfic, Kinda, Tired TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), He’s just sleepy, Fluff, a lot of it, Stomach Ache, Nicknames, shit ton of them, Rated T for TommyInnit

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41241240

#IFTTT #ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is

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cheggindiauniversity11 · 2 years

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National Institute of Technology - [NITJSR], Jamshedpur

National Institute of Technology - [NITJSR] is a Public state University situated in Jharkhand, India. It was established in 1960 accredited by AICTE; MHRD, Govt. of India. Furthermore, it is one of eight National Institutes of Technology set up within India's second five-year plan (1956-1961). A total of 150 administrative and supportive staff work at NIT Jamshedpur. Set up in the heart of the natural resource and economic region in Jharkhand, the university has a long history of excellence.

The college offers 27 courses in undergraduate, graduate, and doctoral programs in several specializations, including engineering, architecture, physics, computer science, and more. It has world class infrastructure, SBI branch, an ATM, 13 hostels, a library, a comfort room, football, General Store, Bank and Post Office, Transport, Medical Aid, volleyball, badminton, and tennis courts, and a wireless LAN that connects the hostels and offices. In addition to excellent placements at NIT Jamshedpur, the university provides a variety of financial aid to meritorious and low-income students.

https://www.cheggindia.com/university/national-institute-of-technology-nitjsr-jamshedpur-10951/

#Education University College Training Learning Educational Institute Career Admission

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist! I’ll update it whenever I post a new fic : )

Content creators, read at your own risk. If you're uncomfortable with being written about, just let me know and I'll take the fics down

Just a little disclaimer: I have not posted any of my works on any other sites (I have talked about posting on wattpad in the past, but I have not posted anything there)

Please do not repost my works at on any site. If you wrote a fic based on one of mine, that's fine. I would just like to be tagged in it

If you find my works reposted anywhere, please let me know and report it

Multi-fandom writing account: @hellion-writes

Side account: @hellions-ramblings

Wattpad: hellionrapscallion

AO3: HellionTheRapscallion

Who is the Author?

Boundaries/Request Rules

Filter Tags

Anon List

Taglists

Discord Server

Spotify Playlists

Works in Progress

Hellion’s 2k Writing Event

KEY:

☀️- fluff

🌧- angst

☂️- hurt/comfort

💐- romance

☄️- platonic

🔥- personal favorites

SERIES:

((Please note that all of my sbi fics are based off from the sbi family au. Canonically, Philza’s only son is Wilbur and he is only close friends with Technoblade (not his father). Philza himself said that Tommy’s not his son canonically, so I’m not trying to push the sbi fam au as canon when it isn’t))

Adrenaline Junkie Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) is a normal avian teenager doing normal things (well, if you count flying and doing dangerous tricks as normal). Their entire life is flipped upside down however after a mining trip. Follow (y/n) as they go through their life after a tragic incident. How will they cope? Will they cope?

Characters: Philza Minecraft, Technoblade, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, an OC

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) is your normal anxiety filled lesbian just trying to get through high school. Unbeknownst to her, this week’s going to be awful. With toxic friends, the looming threat of a stalker, volleyball, anxiety, and a love interest, will she get through the week?

Characters: Philza Minecraft, Technoblade, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, JSchlatt, Tubbo, Dream, Sapnap, Georgenotfound, a couple OCs

The Ashes of Yourself Masterlist

Summary: Life is dragging this blaze hybrid teenager down; their family is absent from their life, they’re an alcoholic at the ripe age of 17, and their depression is getting worse by the day. After a failed suicide attempt, they rekindle a relationship with their oldest brother Technoblade. Will they rekindle the relationship with their father as well? Will they choose their blaze heritage over their human one? Read to find out.

Characters: Philza Minecraft, Technoblade, Wilbur Soot, Ghostbur, Tommyinnit, Ranboo, a few OCs

Sweet Betrayal Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) has been shoved to the side for far too long, and they’re sick of it. Quickly deciding that their ‘family’ is the root of all their problems, they crave revenge. It’s time to turn a new leaf, they will regret ignoring you.

Characters: Philza Minecraft, Technoblade, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, JSchlatt, Quackity, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Antfrost, Awesamdude, Karl Jacobs, Sapnap, Dream, an OC

Destiny Written in Begonias

SBI (PLATONIC):

One shots:

Safe 🌧☂️☄️🔥

It’s Obvious. ☀️☄️

Meeting the Family ☀️☄️🔥

Bottled Up 🌧☂️☄️

Headcanons:

HCs for SBI Sibling!Deer Hybrid!Reader ☀️☄️

HCs for SBI Sibling!Parrot Hybrid!Reader ☀️☄️

HCs for Birthdays with the SBI Fam ☀️☄️

HCs for SBI Sibling!Cow Hybrid!Reader ☀️☄️

HCs for a Poly Platonic Relationship Between a Quiet!Cottagecore!Reader, Philza, and Techno ☀️🌧☄️

HCs for a Depressed!God!Reader and the SBI Fam ☀️🌧☂️☄️🔥

HCs for a Roadtrip with the SBI Fam (+Tubbo and Kristin) ☀️☄️🔥

HCs for Panic Attack Comfort Part 2 🌧☂️☄️

HCs for SBI Fam with a Muslim!Reader during Ramadan ☀️☄️

The Syndicate (PLATONIC):

One shots:

The Forlorn Tale of Dionysus 🌧☄️🔥

Who? (The Forlorn Tale of Dionysus part 2) ☀️🌧☄️

The Badlanders (PLATONIC):

One shots:

The Forlorn Tale of Dionysus 🌧☄️🔥

Who? (The Forlorn Tale of Dionysus part 2) ☀️🌧☄️

Tommyinnit (PLATONIC):

One shots:

Together Forever ☀️🌧☄️

Wilbur Soot:

One shots:

Why Couldn’t it Have Been Me? 🌧☄️🔥

It’s Finally Me (”Why Couldn’t it Have Been Me” part 2) ☀️☂️💐

Ghostbur:

One shots:

Why Couldn’t it Have Been Me? 🌧💐🔥

It’s Finally Me (”Why Couldn’t it Have Been Me” part 2) ☀️☂️💐

Philza (PLATONIC):

One shots:

Food Fights and Comfort ☂️☄️

JSchlatt:

One shots:

“I Love You Like an Alcoholic” 🌧💐

Why Couldn’t it Have Been Me? 🌧☄️🔥

It’s Finally Me (”Why Couldn’t it Have Been Me” part 2) ☀️☂️☄️

Dream Team (PLATONIC):

One shots:

Hemaphobia ☂️☄️

Sapnap:

One shots:

The Forlorn Tale of Dionysus 🌧☄️🔥

Who? (The Forlorn Tale of Dionysus part 2) ☀️🌧☄️

Cuddles ☀️☂️💐

Dreamnotfound:

One shots:

Lazy Days ☀️💐🔥

Dreamwastaken:

One shots:

It’s Finally Me (”Why Couldn’t it Have Been Me” part 2) ☀️☂️☄️

Karlnapity:

One shots:

Meeting the Family ☀️💐🔥

Bench Trio (PLATONIC):

One shots:

Bottled Up 🌧☂️☄️

Foolish Gamers:

One shots:

Hemaphobia ☂️💐

Mexican Dream (PLATONIC):

One shots:

Why Couldn’t it Have Been Me? 🌧☄️🔥

It’s Finally Me (”Why Couldn’t it Have Been Me” part 2) ☀️☂️☄️

Captain Puffy:

One shots:

It’s Finally Me (”Why Couldn’t it Have Been Me” part 2) ☀️☂️☄️

Fundy:

One shots:

It’s Finally Me (”Why Couldn’t it Have Been Me” part 2) ☀️☂️☄️

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