Just a miscellaneous oneshot book, probably SBI/Wilbur centric, but that's really up to you guys. Just one thing: expect angst. REQUESTS OPEN!!! (can be done in DM's) (ART NOT MINE!!! ALL CREDIT GOES TO @grapeichie ON TWITTER!!!)

( One of the robbers rushed towards the two boys only to be stopped by a dart to the abdomen. He promptly collapsed and started writhing on the ground, shouting profanities. "What the hell- what the fuck are in those?" Torpedo stared at Tommy incredulously. "Ink." Tommy smiled. "Dude- that could kill someone-" "Oh. Oops." ) In which Tommy is a vigilante who works as a barista with his best friends, who aren't even aware of his secret hobby. Unbeknownst to Tommy, his friends have secrets as well. ‼️THIS IS ENTIRELY PLATONIC‼️

[On Hiatus] Philza Minecraft can't seem to help but stumble into little kids and adopt them. Mob hybrid or otherwise, Philza Minecraft finds himself the father of young children he's very attached to and now needs to care for them despite not knowing their origins. As time goes on, both him and his children find where they want to fit in the world. ........... Anyway it's just an SBI thingy. Like how the family Dynamic happened. It's like a Minecraft au. There aren't enough of these on Wattpad. Some of this is inspired by the song "Hell's coming with me" great song, you should listen :D ... So apparently this book has kind of become a rehabilitation center for angst loving people who now have trust issues. So, Join us! Have some fluff! It's good for you... Somehow. Admittedly, the farther I got into this, the darker it got, and I'm definitely planning a huge turn to get back to the fluff, but with the current hiatus situation, uhhhh, GL. (This isn't a DSMP fic, but I do reference it a lot. It's more of a parallel universe than anything.)