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“So don’t fucking underestimate me, Blade. Adults tend to forget that kids don’t exactly have strong morals to get what they want.” Techno stared down into the baby blue eyes, a familiar spark of thrill reaching his heart, the same spark he felt when he first met Phil.
“I doubt you have an extra mending book laying around.” Are you truly worthy of my curiosity?
“I actually do, prick.” Fuck. You.
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Tommy may seem harmless at first glance, but Phil and Techno know otherwise. To be a gemsmith, a person who connects soulmates, is not a profession for those who are docile.
But Tommy is intriguing at first glance. Always talking, always moving, always challenging them. So they stick around. Not too long though, they have two other soulmates to find, but long enough to develop their relationship beyond customer and shopkeeper.
If only they realized why they were developing this relationship in the first place before the Hunters came knocking on Tommy’s shop.
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Local child is snarky enough to catch two war General’s attention and it escalating from there
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- Part 3 of Minecraft took my brain & SBI my heart
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22 Feb 2026
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He was a busy man, he didn’t have time for soulmates.
Even if he did, they were clearly taking their sweet time making themselves known.
Despite the fact that he was nearing twenty-one, his skin had still remained unmarked. Where other people’s soulmates wrote all manner of messages on their skin, Techno’s simply remained blank. At some point in his high school years, he’d begun to fill the space himself. It had started as a way to hide the lack of messages but eventually became a habit. He wore long sleeves most of the time, so all of the reminders, random thoughts for essays, and names of old books he wanted to put on hold at the library began to rest on his forearms in his tight, neat script.
or: bedrock bros soulmates :)
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- Part 3 of syd's sbi week fics!
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21 Feb 2026
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…Wilbur flails his hand upwards in a desperate attempt to fight back against a losing battle, but then the villain grabs his bare wrist with a naked hand.
The contact breathes fire into his skin, his veins, his blood. Wilbur’s fear shifts, the threat of bodily harm twisting into the realization that he has been seen.
The villain’s other hand presses against Wilbur’s mouth and now there are two points of searing contact, two points of fear and confusion, two points of fire sinking into his skin.
It spreads through his limbs, tingling in the tips of his fingers, curling like a pleased cat in his chest and stomach, cradling his face in gentle hands. Fire fades into a soothing warmth that feels almost like sunshine, or waking up in a comfortable bed, or a hug and a kiss on the cheek from his mother.
It’s almost like—like—
“Oh my god.”
Wilbur’s eyes snap open—and when had he closed them?—to see the villain staring at his captured wrist; specifically, the pink stain on his skin peeking out from underneath his grip.
Not red like blood, but pink. Pink like azalea flowers. Pink like the light of dawn.
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21 Feb 2026
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SBI centric AUs by kitcatnah
Fandom Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
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20 Feb 2026
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Shaking hands tugged the collar of his ratty trenchcoat higher, fingers already numb from the pouring rain soaking him to the bone.
The mud tacked onto his boots forced him to skid, a grunt leaving him as he was sent tumbling to the ground. “Shit!-” his palms ached from colliding onto the rough tarmac, tiny stones lodging themselves into his skin.
He felt heat rush to the wounded area, a low throb working its way through his hands as he felt a familiar ache in his ankle. It was the same pain that taunted him when he twisted his leg during gym.
Mud coated the palms of his hands as he scrambled to push himself back up, ignoring the sting in his leg as he limped forwards, trying to move as quickly as possible.
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Wilbur runs away and manages to seek refuge in a diner. The owner lets him stay but Wil can't help but feel that he's a little... off.
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- Part 42 of Dory's Dark SBI
Bookmarked by DecaffeinatedChildSpirit
19 Feb 2026