FAULT: an SCP SBI AU

This is an au that has consumed me. This blog will just be a terrible mess of whatever I’m stuck on for the week, likely with little explanation and heavy spoilers. Anyway, the general vibe + anomalous properties are below cut:

Commissions: Writing and Art. Starts at 5$

All Nom commissions are prompt gifts for donations to charitable causes, such as the environment, social justice rights, or victims of wars. I will not cover topics of romance, sex, or write about George, Dream, or Wilbur.

Writing: Base 5$ gets a minimum of 300 words. 10$ 1,000 word minimum, 20$ 3,000. I also have no self-control, and there is no additional payment if the prompt is amazing and I break the world limit.

Drawing: Base 5$ gets a drawing in full color. 'Animatics' start at 40$ for a verse, and the price increases for color.

Project Guide

The tag 'crumbs to tide you over' is how I organize ficlets, wip sippets, and fic announcements. Personal tag is something to nom on. Wilbur tags are noms Wilbur or scp Wilbur if you want to block tags, and my PR response to that is here.

Ao3 fics:

Fault. The titular SBI SCP AU. SBI trapped in the Foundation. Lots of angst, large exploration of trauma, dehumanization, moral philosophies, and messed up found family. Tags are fault au, fault memes pog, sbi scp au, fault analysis, etc. This is a whole series and has many associated works. Long Fic.

>Also Where, then, do your loyalties lie? for AU where human Phil works for the Foundation and tries to free kid SCP Tommy. Complete.

Mandatory Family Reunion. Techno kidnapped by criminal dark SBI and handles it very poorly AU. Heavy dark em duo. Explores different types of abuse, motivations, delusions, and how love causes harm. Tag is Mandatory Family Reunion, sometimes mfr. Long Fic.

The Lambs Wolves Wear (Ficlet is here; starts at the Reveal and currently goes further than the ao3) Fully dark SBI where Philza's children were replaced by monsters. Demon "Tommy", changeling "Wilbur", and ghost army "Technoblade" are violent and traumatized, their tensely conflicting infiltration motives jeopardizing the lives of everyone in a twenty mile radius. As they experience love for the first time, will the wolves in sheeps clothing be tamed? Tw for abuse and horror. Long Fic.

Way more below, those are just my main projects ^-^

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Anyway, just wanted to say I love your work so much (or at least what I've seen of it on Tumblr), and I'm looking forward to reading your fics!!!

Glad to have you! There's no particular order, and the one series (Fault) is really just one fic with a lot of supplementary material where the order is up to you after reading Fault (first story). For information, my pinned post -link here- offers a brief synopsis of all my projects.

And as for recommendations- that depends entirely on what type of fic you like to read!

Angst

Of course I must start off with Fault -link here- since its in the blog name! This is a Tommy centric (ish) long fic, the series at the half a million word count mark and not close to done. It's basic premise uses the setting (but not much else) of the SCP Foundation, an organization trying to imprison dangerous creatures (SBI, Tubbo, ensemble cast). First half centers clingy duo surviving imprisonment together, then upon escape has the rest of SBI join to show life on the run. Features heavy angst subjects like dehumanization, experimentation, and lots of moral quandaries about guilt and trauma as we explore many character's varied perspectives. Also has healing, fluff, and comedy. Somewhat grey SBI, but more so in the way that trauma can strain relationships, the dynamics being mostly as healthy as they can be. Themes include: what person hood means and how it can be denied, what atonement looks like, how different morality systems operate, and how to live with yourself after doing whatever it took to survive. For a lot more character details and dynamics, the pinned post gets deep into it. Cause frankly the plot is hard to condense as big as it is! Though, slight lampshade that the quality increases a lot as the fic goes on, since it was my 2nd ever fic.

Or, if you want SBI so dark it never recovers, there is Mandatory Family Reunion -link here-. Another long fic at ~240k with only 1-2 more chapters till completion. A Emerald Duo centric deconstruction of kidnapping fics, wherein Techno is the long lost son of a crime family, who kidnap him back and try to use the power of family to cure his abusive upbringing. Slight problem- abuse is actually really complicated to recover from and Techno still loves his parents. Techno fights the forced found family every step of the way. Mandatory Family Reunion gets into the long lasting trauma from stalking, roofies, kidnapping, and killing all the baddies who hurt the protag. And as the minimizing and gaslighting pile up, Techno's sanity slips. This one is along the lines of a psychological thriller, at least from Techno's perspective. Philza, personally, is living in a found family hurt/comfort fic. However, it also has some incredibly silly moments, particularly in the beginning but maintained throughout. Also, bedrock bros becoming actual brothers. Themes include: Long term effects of physical and emotional abuse, how to escape abusive homes, the horror of unconditional love, psychosis, and motivations.

While The Lambs Wolves Wear -link here- has just started (60k, projected to be a long fic), it has a lot to offer if you like Philza centric dark SBI. This one is the lightest on humor, heavy on the horror especially as it progresses. Premise is Philza's children were secretly replaced by vicious monsters who are genuinely villainous and abusive. However, each of them experience love for the first time. Yearning for it, their attempts at recovering from their traumas is clumsy and often harmful for Philza. Themes include: nature versus nurture, imperfect abuse victims, and crumbling trying to maintain a mask. This one has a handful of plot twists so if that's enough for you to decide, there are spoilers ahead. Because Philza definitely, definitely knows his children were replaced, and his kind parenting is only a survival mechanism until he can murder the monsters. If you like dark sbi where literally all of them are terrible, this one is for you. Another massive theme? Vengeance.

Comedy/Fluff

For a funny and heartwarming short fic (11k words, complete), try The Altars We Sacrifice Our Futures On -link here-! There's some slight dark humor and angst, but it's mostly about god of Blood Technoblade awkwardly trying to figure out how to parent Tommy after his evil cult messed up trying to sacrifice him. 7 year old Tommy quickly has the dark god wrapped around his pinky, much to the chagrin of the cult! The bedrock bros bonding is absolutely adorable in this fic. But uh oh- Philza wants his boy back! This results in silly parental rivals emerald duo butting heads behind the oblivious Tommy. Themes include: Peer pressure, self determination, and god taxes.

Or if you like some body horror in your comedies, there's Lord, what fools these mortals be! -link here-. It's a medium fic (50k) that has only one more chapter left. Featuring dark Philza and Kristin...but they fall a little in the team rocket area. Premise is they're the rulers of the Fae Winter Court looking for new babies cause their old ones keep dying :/ Unfortunately for Philza, he keeps somehow being outsmarted by 7 year old Tommy as angel duo simultaneously learns each other's True Names. And while Lady Death is a more clever manipulator, she dissolves into a panicked helicopter mom as twins duo manage to be very creatively....clever (read: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE IDIOTS). However, when the Fae couple aren't being incompetent wrapped up with looney tunes shenanigans, they're incredibly dangerous. Themes include: Oblivious Tommy, absurdity of faery lore, hijinks, and STAYING AWAY FROM THE FAE OH MY GOD RUN.

This is a fun collab between @sohrleas in green who started it, @disorganizedkitten in blue, and me, Nom, in pink for credit! Enjoy Philza angst + Dark!Kristin and Techno :)

There was a time when gods walked the world like young mortals did. Happy, free, and reckless in their arrogance. None flew higher than Kristin, Techno, and Philza. And for that, they were despised by the mortals, who learned as they aged the jagged edges of their possibilities. Who found themselves hurting and grieving in a way the gods refused to understand. In truth, they couldn't. Mortals were so utterly defined by death.

And thus, mortals were the only ones who could wield death against the gods.

Armies rose against the trinity of dieties, ants swelling and covering their legs, swarming up torsos, drowning in mouths. The gods fought fiercely, but did not know how to be afraid until it was too late. As Kristin and Technoblade tasted their mortality for the first time, they became afraid. Kristin knew well the permanence of death, and was shaken, and so she dispersed her form to lay dormant, waiting for vengeance. Technoblade knew well the tactics of war, and was stratigic, and so he dispersed his form to lay dormant, waiting for vengeance.

But Philza refused to stop fighting. He howled with grief as he watched his wife and his friend seemingly be vanquished. As gods were anathema to death, Philza had no capability of grieving. All he could do was fight, and fight, and never once back down.

And so he was shattered.

A god cannot die. But it can be killed. The shards of Philza lodge in the hills, in the trees, in the soil, in the living, in the broken refuge of his own home, shaping and remolding and recycling again and again. Tiny shards of a god cycling through the environment, living a million lives and experiencing not a one. These fragments of souls slowly drift towards pieces familiar, gathering in conglomerates mere atoms thick over centuries. The largest fragments of Philza hide from oblivion by taking shelter in items that he made and loved, which snare shards over time and trap him in stasis.

Kristin and Technoblade arose and laid carnage upon their enemies. But it was too late, the pieces of Philza scattered too far to ever recover. And as gods were anathema to death, they had no capability of grieving. In that harrowing grief, Kristin and Technoblade fell apart. Kristin held herself tight and sunk to her knees, consumed with the gaping hole of her shattered soulmate. Technoblade grew determined to find every last piece, wandering the earth and falling more and more into despair as he found mere dust. Their destination was the same, in the end: overcome with grief and hopelessness, the gods became like statues, unseeing, unmoving, petrified in a grief they could not fathom.

They refused to live, without Philza. And in such a sense, they died as surely as Philza did, the trinity broken in his absence.

Present day, Phil Watson is broke and takes a job in a trinity museum. Not a lot of people work at this place because it's just boring. There's not a lot of interest in old gods like Kristin, Philza, and Technoblade, but it's still a historical landmark, so it still exists and needs someone to take care of it.

And somewhere in the haze of grief, Technoblade looks up and glimpses something that almost feels like Philza. At once he breaks into jolting motion, racing for his friend. Only to find a MORTAL. One of the disgusting, vile ants that slaughted his friend in the first place. Technoblade KNEW he should have forced them all to extinction--

Only to realize that his soul sings like Philza's did. This puny portal Phil Watson, he called himself- has collected more shards of Philza than Techno ever did. This mortal is the closest thing to hope he'll ever have. He wakes to a world he doesn't know, a friend who doesn't know him, and yeah they did vow to take over the world together but that was many centuries ago so they've first gotta catch up on the world outside and get the modern one's memories back, and then world domination.

Techno isn't sure how much longer he can stomach the caution in Phil's eyes towards him. Like he's waiting for the god to suddenly smite him. Like Phil is a mortal. But Techno pretends to be a very calm, peaceful, friendly god. So unendingly benevolent and weak, untangling the prey drive in the little mortal until its hackles lower.

Worse, Kristin is still sealed in her grief. But now Techno has a goal: get Phil Super Ok with the thought of having a wife before going to get Kristin so they can take over the world as a trio.

Phil's just super stressed. And also concerned that the ancient god is...hitting on him? Wing-manning? Citation needed for the cultural courtship rituals of gods? Regardless, clearly this god is alone and confused and is clinging to him for help as the guy who unsealed him. Somehow. He just thinks that maybe he'll lose his job if his boss in the government finds out they fucked with something...twice, when they took a field trip to the other side of the world (phil was screaming through the entire flight) to coax Kristin back into living. He tries to play the ancient gods off as friends who are being interpretive interactive guides. Meanwhile, Phil has to do all this research in order to make it look like he orchestrated it all.

They should be happy now, shouldn't they? Their eons of grieving over, right? But he's not fully there. They thought it was just the memories at first but...Something about that man just isn't Philza. He's mere scraps of shattered soul coalescing over eons into a reincarnation, but so much just isn't the man they love. He's missing too many pieces.

Will Techno and Kristin try to find all the pieces and shove them in? Or will they let him grow as is? The gaps where his lost soul bits are? They're filled with something else. Filled with the flimsy pieces of a modern mortal, stressed and overworked and talking about such trivial things as rent and shifts and

His soul has healed like a broken bone, only one suffering a malunion. Pieces unaligned, malformed. They fear he shall only grow like this, warped and skewed, becoming less and less the man they knew as the cancerous mortal pieces took over.

This is a fun collab between @sohrleas in green, @disorganizedkitten in blue, and me, Nom, in pink for credit!

Philza is so overworked! And stressed! And the gods have infinite summonable powers for this weird thing called ""money"" so won't it be fun if they go on a vacation? A worldwide one with lots of stops at ancient temples and cities, for the nostalgia. Philza agrees because he really does need a break, and maybe seeing the world will help the gods both reconnect to what they lost over the centuries of them being (sealed? killed? sleeping??) while simultaneously learning about the modern world.

Hah. Right. That's not Kristin and Techno's real motivation. Many of Philza's pieces are stored in ancient artifacts because they were taken out of the infinite cycling of the earth's systems. So they immediately go to certain groups of people because duh of course they’ll be taking care of their ancestor's things, and Kristin and techno can ask for their own pieces back. Except what do you mean it’s gone. WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS IN A PRISON VAULT IN THE UNITED NATIONS????? BRUH THATS A DIFFERENT CONTINENT—

Phil: That's uh, not a prison vault--

BRUH. HOW DID IT GET THERE- OH THEY STOLE IT DID THEY. Phil, phil we gotta go on a fieldtrip where's my sword.

So, Kristin and Techno might be doing a bunch of museum heists on stolen artifacts. Which Phil is 100% on board with for the reclamation aspect. A couple of people join their heists to get back ancestral artifacts, and Techno and Kristin are more than fine handing over Phil's relics after they've removed the soul from it. Because they very personally know the pain of having living history still bleeding and raw and the desperation of trying to take back what’s yours.

Phil thinks this vacation is going really well. Or, sorta...they forget to feed their human sometimes. The gods sometimes drag him around far too much, past his limits, but it's not their fault they can't understand an existence defined by impossibilities. And they're doing such a good thing that Phil feels guilty holding them back from starting the next heist immediately. Everytime he has to pull them back and ask to slow down, or get something to eat, or go to the bathroom, they just stare at him like something's wrong. that he's not meant to be like this, weak, fragile.

But, welp, they'll have to get used to it sometime. And they enjoy restaurants and stopping to rest and chat when he can convince them to relent in their endless pursuit of historical justice. And they don't mind 'sleep', which is nice! ...they call him adorable when he asks for a bed summon, which frankly Philza could do without since he's a grown man, but, he's lucky they tolerate long hours of doing nothing. Although, they do insist a lot on him sleeping in their laps, and sometimes poke him repeatedly to remain on the verge of falling asleep in a way that gives him an awful headache. But- they are fond of him, that much is clear. Gods just don't always know how to be careful. They're not made to be.

They're getting to know each other better. Honestly it's a little silly how wary he was at first, half worried he was being kidnapped or something lmao. Sure they're infinitely more powerful than him, but they're so goofy sometimes! And doing so much good returning art and culture and items back to where they belong. Is it so bad, when all they're trying to do is heal old, old wounds?

They're getting close to something. To what neither god will say, but they're just so excited. Pushing Phil further and further, forgetting meals in their excitement, allowing him less and less sleep because it wastes so much time. Until it seems their going 24/7 at breakneck pace, Phil barely skating by on coffee energy drinks and napping at red lights. As the gods glow with eagerness, Phil flags more and more in a body worn ragged.

Finally, Phil breaks down, begging to be allowed to rest. He's swaying on his feet, blacking out intermittently. Hungry, and thirsty, and exhausted, so bone deep exhausted, running on fumes for weeks near about. Everything in him aches, and he feels so guilty that his weak human body is getting in the way of their plans.

Only, this is their plans. Kristin and Techno share a smile, and take Phil into their arms, assuring him he can finally rest now. Phil gratefully cuddles into them, almost immediately blacking out.

They pushed him to the brink just for this moment. It would be a shame for him to wake in the middle of surgery, after all.

He's pinned down like a butterfly, Kristin holding an enchanted scalpel and Techno methodically breaking souls from the relics to fill in the parts she is carving out. They want their friend back, and that means all this soul-laquer filling over his holes has to go. They don't need the things that made him new. He's screaming, but that's okay, it'll stop hurting once all the pieces are in place

Except it doesn't. Phil's soul is a bunch of clay shards on flypaper, rubbing against each other with any movement, constantly hurting, constantly trying to sand itself down into something resembling human again.

But Kristin and Techno made sure he wouldn't lose any bits again, so they just keep scratching each other.

More of Phil's pieces are there now but they're also all wrong. Everything hurts but he has to hide it because he's terrified of what dietyduo will do if they think their surgery didn't work. He got memories and fondness back, as intended, but it's soured by the constant pain, by the knowledge that they did this to him and could do worse.

This is a fun collab between @sohrleas in green, @disorganizedkitten in blue, and me, Nom, in pink for credit!

Philza keeps waking up crying and can't remember why.

The more Philza gets added to, the worse it gets. His brain is a whirl of colors most days, indistinct, fuzzy. He's losing grasp on who, what, he is as Kristin and Technoblade cut away his reincarnation soul. Important pieces of Philza slipping through his fingers, but maybe it's just because he's tired? The his fellow gods keep him awake too long on purpose so he'll pass out and they can do surgery prep without him noticing. It...doesn't feel real though. It can't be, right? They insist it's all weird nightmares, and that must be right because Philza keeps clawing at his chest to dig out the pottery shards under his skin but nothing is there.

They keep putting in pieces wrong and needing to correct, since it's easier to fix a shatter bowl if you have everything and they're still missing so much of Philza. Missing Philza. But that's okay, soon they'll figure out what knife will work on the useless filler between pieces.

One day, Phil realizes he can't remember the face of his mother. He collapses sobbing, heart wrenching so fiercely he nearly throws up because he can't remember, he's losing himself, and then Kristin coming over to hug him and shush him and congratulate him. Philza knows something is wrong, some corner of his mind sure it's all their fault, but he's just so scared and confused and increasingly reliant on them to take care of him.

Pad the thoughts with sparkles, blur them out. His memories about Techno and Kristin are more important anyway. Pad out Phil's brain until the bits that make him unhappy are too buried to even be noticed. Phil knows he's losing himself, but Techno and Kristin keep pushing when they notice. Distract him, don't let him dwell on it, celebrate the missing bits being gone.

Every meltdown is one step closer to their Phil.

And then he spits out bile and sits up blinking. He can’t remember why, only that he’s been crying. Sometimes he doesn’t even know during the meltdown. Doesn’t remember he can’t remember.

In his moments of clarity, scattered as they are, Philza hates them. Oh he remembers them, they made sure of that, he remembers exactly how much he loved them. But what they’re doing to him isn’t love, it’s grief.

Since they’re reviving him by force, the old Phil starts making new memories. He cradles the new Phil as he’s brutally ripped apart. An old god, fractured god, desperately trying to hold together the child bleeding at his altar. But no matter how hard he tries to protect the fragile, young mortal, new Phil will be sacrificed.

And new Phil will forget himself into non existence. But old Phil won’t. Old Phil will remember, and remember, and remember, rubbing a thumb on the jagged memory no matter how much it bleeds, because he can never forget what his friends did to make him. That they tortured new Phil to death. Tortured him.

What is a clawmark but a way of being honed?

exam: tubbo_beloved