#borrower!tubbo

[zero-to-zero-to-zero-again]

Pest Problem (1)

Word Count: 496

Tw: Foul language, threats of violence

Just a silly little snippet to see if mcyt g/t Tumblr is still alive

Ranboo wished he could say he was surprised to see the tiny person sitting on top of his fridge. He missed the days when the sight of a being no larger than his middle finger was one that would fill him with awe. After being subjected to the presence of this particular person for a little less than a month, the only thing he felt was a twinge of irritation whenever he caught so much as a glimpse of the boy.

He folded his arms across his chest.

“Do I want to know what you’re doing up there?” he asked.

The boy on the fridge took an excruciatingly long pause to finish chewing the chunk he’d just ripped from the saltine cracker nearly half his size.

“I’m not really here. I’m a ghost who haunts people with shitty snacks.”

Ranboo huffed a long sigh.

“I can see you, Tubbo.”

“Prime. It must be a sign. Someone from the beyond is trying to send you a message. Yes, I hear them now. They tell me that your lack of cookies is nothing short of deplorable. Your ancestors are so disappointed,” the borrower informed him before taking another bite of his cracker. Crumbs cascaded down to the floor like a waterfall.

Ranboo grimaced at the pile of cracker debris on the freshly polished hardwood. His disgust only grew when he discovered it was only one of many mountains of crumbs scattered about the floor.

“Did you turn off the Roomba again?” he inquired. He was fairly certain he already knew the answer.

“It tried to eat me,” Tubbo replied simply.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Don’t ask me questions while I’m chewing,” the boy countered.

Ranboo growled in frustration. He swiped a coaster off the island.

“I will knock you off there.”

He waved the coaster around pointedly in the air. Just to ensure the threat came across as seriously as he meant it to.

Tubbo grinned from ear to ear.

“You tease.”

For a second, Ranboo really did consider pitching the square of cork straight at the little menace’s head. With his track record in ultimate frisbee, there was no doubt in his mind that he could throw it with deadly accuracy. But, of course, he didn’t. He dropped the coaster down onto the counter with another groan. A splattered borrower would be far more difficult to clean off the floor than a few crumbs.

“I can see my house from here,” Tubbo remarked.

“It’s my house,” Ranboo amended.

Tubbo only shrugged.

“To-may-toe, po-ta-toe, man. Mi casa…”

The homeowner stood there a moment in silence. After leaving plenty of time for the boy to finish his expression.

“Su casa,” he finally finished for the borrower.

“See, I knew you’d come around.”

It took Ranboo far too long to realize what he’d been duped into saying. The mental exhaustion was like a fog. He could hardly even bother to react with the appropriate amount of irritation. He figured it was likely best to let the little guy make his mess now and return later to clean it up. All he could do was pray that he could get to it before the mice did.

#mcyt g/t #borrower!tubbo #tiny!tubbo #giant!ranboo #g/t fluff #fluff #g/t #giant/tiny

[potatonugget7]

OH MY GODS- THEY WERE ROOMMATES?!

Hello! I originally posted this to AO3 but I decided I’m going to post my GT fics on tumblr too, this is kinda old so the writing is worse than my present-time writing. I had to reformat this whole thing when pasting into tumblur aaaaa why???

TWs: Fear of Death. 4k words.

Tubbo and Ranboo are soulmates- however, this is not normal, seeing as Tubbo is a borrower and Ranboo is a human- that’s not how it’s supposed to work! Universe, what’s this cross-species bullshit?

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Soulmates; for some they’re lovers, for some they’re best friends. Either way they are meant to be inseparable pairs. Everyone’s got one; that one person with whom you’re supposed to spend your life with.

They’re tied together with a metaphorical string, fate pulling them closer and closer together until the day they finally meet. Both bear matching marks on their wrists and have the ability to message each other by writing on their arm.

 Ranboo slowly made his way up the stairs, yawning as he walked. He’d just gotten home from volleyball and as a result, he was exhausted. It was then that he felt the familiar tingling sensation across his skin. He paused mid-step and looked down at his arm. Seeing a message from his soulmate; Tubbo. Though- when he read it he became confused and worried.

“Ranbuu this is goodbya”  he stared at his arm, his confusion growing. He wasn’t sure if Tubbo was being serious, but from the look of the writing itself, it seemed as if it had been written with a shaky hand.

“What do you mean? Are you okay??”  he wrote back quickly.

“I think Im ganna die”  he blinked at the message. Why was he telling him this and not like- the police?? Or calling an ambulance??

“What? Why?? What’s going on??” there was a long pause before he got the next message.

“Soo you now wan I ask you erlyer if climin a light was a good idae?”  he let out a groan and continued his trek up the stairs. What reckless thing was Tubbo doing this time..?  

“Oh Prime Tubbo...” Ranboo reached the top of the stairs and approached his bedroom door. He then felt the tingling again and looked down, pausing.

“I am now hang upsidedown from that light” he facepalmed.    

“Just why?” he reached his bedroom door and opened it- then he got another message.

“Well you see I was chring to get a good” it cut off mid-sentence. Ranboo gave his arm a worried look as he walked in and dropped his bag on the floor before flicking on the light switch-

"AHHHHHHHH" Ranboo stumbled backwards, seeing a spider hanging from the light.  Then the spider screamed. A very human-sounding scream. Wait- spiders don’t scream. He took a few steps closer again. Ranboo then realized it wasn’t a spider at all.  It was… a tiny person?? With brown hair and a green shirt. They were hanging from his bedroom light, by a string. Though, something felt familiar about them.

Wait a second...

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Tubbo let out a frustrated sigh. This was not how this run was supposed to go. He really should’ve listened to Ranboo’s advice about not using the light. Now he was stuck, hanging from the ceiling light of a human’s bedroom. Originally he figured he could use the light as a good vantage point but quickly realized he was wrong… and then he’d somehow managed to get the string tangled around his legs, leaving him hanging high above the ground. It wasn’t until he heard the front door open downstairs did the true gravity of the situation sink in. The loud yet distant slam sent his mind spiralling into panic.  The sound of the footsteps on the stairs echoed in his ears, haunting him. Judging by the pace of them it was probably Ranboo, home from ‘volt-ball' or whatever it was called.  Oh- but not to be confused with his soulmate Ranboo. They had the same name but this Ranboo was a human. And Tubbo had never heard of cross-species soulmates being a thing.

Right! Ranboo! 

Even if he managed to untangle himself he didn’t think he’d make it before the tall human reached the room. If he didn’t survive, he wanted to at least tell Ranboo what was going on.

"Ranbuu this is goodbya." he wrote shakily on his marked arm, cringing at how badly the shaking messed up his already shit handwriting.  The footsteps on the stairs paused. Perhaps he'd get to live another night? Ranboo’s response came quickly, looking panicked in its own way.

"What do you mean? Are you okay??” The footsteps continued.     

“I think Im ganna die”  he wrote, feeling tears stinging the back of his eyes, starting to pool up and spill out.

“What? Why?? What’s going on??” Ranboo’s message came almost immediately. He smiled sadly as more tears fell, blurring his vision a little. The human footsteps on the stairs hadn’t moved yet though… maybe he had time.    

“Soo you now wan I ask you erlyer if climin a light was a good idae?”  the footsteps continued, of course, they did. What cruel joke was this? He couldn’t help but get his hopes up with every pause but he just wanted it over quickly.

“Oh Prime Tubbo...” he could practically hear Ranboo facepalming, wherever he was. He would’ve liked to laugh, if he wasn’t in such a dangerous situation, he definitely would’ve. He… he would miss this, talking about dumb things like this with his best friend.

“I am now hang upsidedawn from that light” the tears made it increasingly difficult to write, the water was beginning to sting and he could barely focus on the writing now.  He would regret never getting to meet Ranboo. He’d heard that soulmates always met eventually, it was fate or something along those lines. What if he was just in the next house over?

“Just why?” 

Just why indeed? Why did he try something so stupid? It- it wasn’t      fair. He- he should’ve at least been given more time- to finish explaining- to apologise- something!

He wasn’t ready yet.

“Well you see I was chring to get a good” he froze mid writing as the door opened.  The footsteps stopped, right in the doorway.

So this is it- this is where it would all end. At least one person would know what happened to him… that was more than some people got from what he’d heard. But- t-that didn’t mean he accepted it- he- he wasn’t ready-

The human walked right in through the open door, oblivious to the poor borrower hanging from his light. He was even staring down at his own arm. He turned the light on and dropped his bag with a loud thud. Tubbo scrunched his eyes shut as he was momentarily blinded by the bright light. 

There was a moment of silence, Tubbo slowly opened his eyes again. Ranboo...- the other one, not his soulmate, was looking directly at him. However, before he could do anything, the human jumped backwards... and screamed.   

Tubbo screamed too. This went on for a minute or so before they both stopped and stared at each other. His expression was that of horror, while the human’s was a mixture of confusion and curiosity. There was an awkward silence before the human took a couple steps closer.     

Fuck- no no no no no- don’t come closer!

Tubbo tried swinging, but it did nothing except make him feel nauseated.    

Stupid useless rope.

He watched helplessly as the human stopped right in front of him, his bright red and green eyes burning a hole in Tubbo's head. But he thought he saw a spark of recognition.

"Tubbo…?" it came out as barely a whisper, but of course he heard it- hanging only inches from the human's face. Tubbo's Blood ran cold, he felt ready to faint- or maybe that was the blood rushing to his head from dangling upside-down so long. He opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it. 

"Tubbo is that you??"  …     

Why did the human know his name? What the fuck universe?!   

"MaY-" he cleared his throat. "Maybe. So what if it is me? Who are you and how do you know my name?" he demanded with as much confidence as he could muster in his current situation. He'd say he was acting pretty brave- despite the fact that he was literally trembling.

"Um, because we're soulmates..? It's me; Ranboo." Tubbo glared at him, that made absolutely no sense. 

"Bullshit- how can you be my Ranboo? You're a human." the statement was bitter and sounded almost accusing.

"Um, I don't know? To be fair- I thought you were a human too though. Now I guess it makes more sense how you 'are hang from that light'." 'Ranboo'     chuckled. His glare hardened. Things were starting to add up- but they still didn't make sense! And Tubbo really didn't like that.

"Um. Okay- 'Ranboo' if you're really who you say you are…" he paused to think of something that there's no way a human would know.  "What's the name of the fox I tried to tame?" he'd told Ranboo the story about- 

"Squeaks, but I'm pretty sure you spelt it wrong." Tubbo huffed. That was right- exactly right. His gaze did not soften however. Unless… This human kidnapped Ranboo, stole his identity and forced the information out of him! He fully believed a human would do that. 

"That's true… but how do I know you didn't just kidnap the real Ranboo and make him tell you?" 'Ranboo' looked dumbfounded.

"Wha..?" 

"Well??" the human let out a sigh and buried his face in his hands. Tubbo would deny anyone who said he flinched at the movement. 

"First off- what would even be the point of that?" 'Ranboo' questioned. Tubbo didn’t exactly have a rational answer.

"Umm… because… you're a human?" 

"That's… probably racist and definitely not a good argument. But second, why do I look just like how 'the real Ranboo'-" he made quotation marks. "Is described in our messages?" Tubbo rolled his eyes. 

"Stop making sense." he grumbled as he crossed his arms. 'Ranboo' sighed before rolling up his sleeve and holding his arm up. Tubbo also didn't flinch at that.

"What about this?" he pointed to the now visible mark on his wrist. It was a picture of a bee and a weird eye-pearl thing. The same mark on Tubbo's wrist. Tubbo looked between his arm and Ranboo’s.       

"Hallo" he scribbled on his arm quickly before glancing at Ranboo’s arm. Sure enough, the scribbles had appeared. Man his handwriting looked like shit- how could Ranboo even read it?

Ranboo looked at the message on his arm before writing something on it himself. Immediately Tubbo felt the tingling again.     

"So does this work as proof?" Tubbo shot him an annoyed look.

"Okay fine- so you are the real Ranboo. Cool." he stated, his tone still bitter. 

"Yup." he replied, popping the p. 

"..."

"So uh... are you- do you want some help..?" the bi-haired human asked awkwardly. 

"No."  Ranboo raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" 

"I can do this myself." Tubbo practically hissed as he tried to grab the rope tied around his leg.

"I was just offering." Ranboo replied with a hint of exasperation. Tubbo narrowed his eyes. 

"Don't get sassy with me."   

"W- well I'm just- I'm just applying the same energy back to you."  Ranboo exclaimed. 

"...I'm going to skin you, and steal your organs." he replied in a tone just a touch too sweet. 

"Um- please no- I need those, to do a lot of things actually." the human took a step back and raised his hands in surrender.

Good, threats would work then.   

"Then go awayyyy."  Ranboo paused and gave him a confused look. 

"But this is my room? Wait, how did you even get in here in the first place?" he inquired, taking a step forward again.     

Fuuuuuuuuuuck.

"Details, details." Tubbo muttered as he continued trying to grasp at the rope. The human watched on with a doubtful expression.

"So if you didn't know it was me. How did you find my house..?" 

"Well- fate is supposed to bring us together and stuff right? Blame that." the brunet snapped back quickly. 

"Tubbo, I know you're lying." 

"No you don't."  Ranboo sighed. 

"Well we can discuss that after you're not-... dangling from the light." 

"Sure thing bossman." Tubbo stated sarcastically.

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Ranboo walked over to his desk and opened the drawer that held his art supplies and writing utensils. 

"What are you doing?" Tubbo called from behind him. The bi-haired teen sighed in response. 

"I'm going to get you down." he stated as he pulled out a pair of safety scissors.

"I told you I can get down myself!" the brunet fumed. 

"Well you're taking too long…" Ranboo replied as he walked back over to where Tubbo was dangling, pair of scissors in hand. He didn’t miss how the brunet seemed to tense up, his gaze flickering nervously between Ranboo’s face and the scissors in his hand. 

“What part of ‘I can get down myself’ do you not get??” Tubbo demanded. The bi-haired teen rolled his eyes in response before carefully cupping his left hand around the little ‘human’.  It felt so weird- to hold an entire person in one hand, unnerving almost. Tubbo felt so light- and… fragile, like he might just snap in half at any given moment. That would not be very good.

His anxiety was starting to seep into his mind, whispering to him all the things that could go wrong. Suddenly Ranboo was nervous to be near his friend.

One wrong move and-   

A sharp prick at the base of his thumb brought him back to reality. He let out a pained wince and brought his thumb to his mouth.

"What was that for?? I'm just trying to help!

"And I told you I don't want your help." Tubbo stated, matter o’ factly as he brandished what looked like… a miniature knife? Who thought it was a good idea to give Tubbo of all people a knife?!   

"You didn't have to stab me!" 

"Oh stop being such a baby. You're fine."  Ranboo made a grumbling noise before promptly plucking the knife from Tubbo's grasp. 

"H-hey!" 

"You can have it back in a minute, jeez." he said as he pocketed the knife. 

"No- give it back n-now!" the brunet demanded and Ranboo rolled his eyes. He carefully cut the string and started trying to untangle it from Tubbo's legs, only for him to slap Ranboo's fingers away- er, tried to. The bi-haired teen frowned.

"Why are you being so stubborn?" he asked, pulling his other hand away. 

"I'm not s-stubborn! I just don't need your help and you i-insist on giving it to me anyway!" Tubbo yelled as he easily untangled the rope. 

"Well I-"     

"And! Your fingers are too big anyway!"  Ranboo's frown deepened. 

"Sorry…" he pulled the knife out of his pocket again and handed it to Tubbo. The brunet quickly snatched it back, giving him a glare. 

"You better be- you wrecked my rope!" he fumed, motioning to the string still hanging from the light. 

"Uhhh… do you want me to get it down for you or-"  Tubbo's glare darkened.

"...Why are you so against my help?" he held the brunet up, closer to his face.

"B-because! I can do it myself." Tubbo reiterated for what had to be the fifth time today. Ranboo sighed in response. 

"I know, it's just-" 

"It's just what?! You think I can't do anything because I'm smaller than you?!" the brunet cut him off. Ranboo opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when he noticed something. Tubbo was shaking, trembling even. Something in the back of his mind told him it wasn’t from temperature. His friend was scared. Now that he had a closer look, he could see it in Tubbo's eyes, the thinly masked fear in his otherwise seemingly hostile expression. His body language was completely closed with his arms crossed over his chest, hiding how they shook slightly. Tubbo wasn't being aggressive because he was mad, it was a defense mechanism.

He needed to feel some sense of control in this otherwise terrifying situation.  Ranboo was so worried about how easily he could hurt him, he couldn't even imagine how Tubbo must be feeling. After all… he was already freakishly tall by human standards, he must look like a monster.

He took a deep shaky breath before he started walking over to the desk, nearly missing the quiet 'eep' Tubbo made when he started moving

"I know you don't need help Tubbo. I wasn't trying to say you do." 

"W-well then-" 

"I was just offering my help because I scared you and I want to try and make it up to you..." Ranboo finished before carefully slipping the brunet onto the desktop. Tubbo went quiet, slowly standing up on the desk. His stance relaxed a little, however, he still held his arm, rubbing it awkwardly with the other. The bi-haired teen crouched down so as to not appear so tall. 

"I'm sorry…"

"And… you mean it?"  Ranboo nodded sincerely. 

"Alright… I-I guess I forgive you then." Tubbo stated slowly, avoiding Ranboo’s gaze. The bi-haired teen smiled in response 

"Thanks." 

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"Yeah yeah- so are you going to leave me alone now?" Tubbo asked shortly, shuffling his feet. He still didn't look up at Ranboo. He needed to go home, process all of- this, and decide what to do next. Oh- and he had a headache. However when he saw Ranboo's face fall, he mentally groaned. 

"But… this is- this is our first meeting…" Tubbo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Maybe he was being a little insensitive, but he honestly couldn’t care less at the moment. Sure, meeting your soulmate for the first time was supposed to be special- and exciting.  But the pairs who those ideas came from probably weren't two different species who basically hated each other for existing. And hey, maybe if his soulmate was another borrower, Tubbo would be excited-      ecstatic even, but he wasn't. He couldn’t help but feel anxious.

"Yeah… and we had the meeting, now I want to go home." Tubbo snapped, earning a hurt look from his soulmate. He sighed and took a deep breath. 

"Look Ranboo- I'm sorry this isn't going as well as we would've hoped. But I- I can't do this right now okay?" he clenched his fists, digging his uneven nails into his palms.  The human opened his mouth to say something but Tubbo cut him off. 

"It's not you, alright?"  Ranboo nodded, the disappointment evident on his face. Tubbo couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. After all, it really wasn't his soulmate's fault.  He grew up in a society where certain things were to be expected, and his soulmate being- smaller than his hand was not one of those expectations. There were probably a lot of things they'd never get to do together- that both of them had been excited about.  In all honesty, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to stay here. The rules said he had to move, but did that rule apply if the human that had caught him was his soulmate? Tubbo didn’t know- because this was something that never fucking happens!   

"-ubbo?" a thump landed next to him and Tubbo jumped, letting out a surprise 'eek' sound. He looked to the side and realised it was Ranboo tapping his finger on the desk. 

"Sorry- you um, you were kind of zoning out so…" the bi-haired human trailed off, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. 

"Okay- um, this has been… an experience to say the least. A-and you're right. This is your room- so I'll just be on my way. See you bossman." the borrower started walking across the desk, aware of his soulmate's gaze following him. Tubbo reached for his rope once he got to the edge- only to find it wasn't all there. He tensed up and felt panic rising in his chest.

Fuuuuuuuuuuck- right it was broken because        someone         cut it in        half.

"Um, are you okay?" Ranboo asked hesitantly. He nodded quickly. 

"Mhm." Tubbo hesitantly leaned over the edge, only to scrambled back as he was hit with a strong sense of vertigo. 

"A-are you sure..?"  The brunet slowly looked up at his soulmate with a fake     cheery smile.

"Ranboo, would I lie to you?" he asked sweetly. 

"Um… yes?" Tubbo gave him a deadpan stare. 

"What?? You're the type to take the last poptart and then not tell anyone!" Ranboo exclaimed in an exasperated tone.     

A what?

"But why would I take your 'poptart'?" he made quotation marks. 

"No- I- uh- nevermind… I was just trying to use it as an example." 

"I don't know what a poptart is." 

"Well it's like- it's a pastry…- wait maybe it's a cake? Uh- okay it's a sweet food that has icing and filling."  Tubbo mulled over the explanation before it clicked. Oh- that's what those were called. Well shit- he was a pop tart taker.

"Oh. Uh- anyway, I'm going to go, but um… I may need- a-a little help." he stated hesitantly, fidgeting with his hands.  Ranboo perked up. 

"Oh- uh, what do you need help with?"

"A couple things…" he kicked the scuffs of his shoe on the desktop.

"Mhhhmmm?" 

"Could you uh, get the other half of my rope and help me down..?" the brunet asked slowly.  Ranboo nodded vigorously. 

"Y-yeah! Sure um- here." Tubbo took a nervous step back as the human's hand landed in front of him with a quiet thud. 

"What um, what're you doing..?" he questioned, and the bi-haired teen looked confused too. 

"Helping you down..?" 

"Oh." yeah, he should've expected that.

"Right, um… okay…" he hesitantly climbed on. It felt so weird as he pressed his hands against it, he could feel all the little lines drawn across it. It was leathery, but it was also squishy and warm. Tubbo carefully stood up on the uneven surface with a little difficulty.

"You um, you ready?" Ranboo asked, carefully moving his other hand behind the brunet who nodded. Tubbo let out a small 'woah' as his friend stood. He crouched down, worried he would fall otherwise. The brunet didn't dare look over the edge, knowing it would be a one way trip if he leaned too far. Time seemed to slow down as Ranboo trekked across the room. It was quiet other than the thud of his footsteps against the wooden floor. As they got closer to the dangling rope, Tubbo realised something. Well, not realised, he always knew. But now it was like- he understood. Ranboo was really fucking tall. There was no doubt in Tubbo's mind that the bi-haired human could reach the ceiling light without effort. And he was almost instantly proven right. Ranboo easily reached up and pulled his hook down before handing it to the brunet. 

"Here you go." he gave Tubbo a small smile. 

"Ranboo, how are you so tall?"  Tubbo took the hook and line and started rolling it up. He tied it to his belt with the other half. 

"I uh- I don't know… I just am…" the bi-haired human replied awkwardly. 

"Are you sure you're not taking some sort of drugs?" he asked jokingly and Ranboo sputtered. 

"No??" he denied incredulously.

"How do you- where would I even- wh-??"

 "Calm down Bossman, I was joking." Tubbo giggled. 

"Oh- right." he chuckled awkwardly before slowly crouching down and lowering his hand to the floor.  As soon as he judged it was close enough, Tubbo hopped off, eager to get back on solid ground. Though his judgment was a bit off and he ended up falling over and landed face first on the floor. 

"Ow…" 

"Are you okay?!" Ranboo asked worriedly and Tubbo felt wind rush past his back. He quickly sat up and scooted back, seeing the bi-haired teen's hand hovering anxiously near him.

"Yeah- yeah I'm fine." he said as he pushed himself off the ground. 

"So this is um, goodbye for now..?" the bi-haired teen asked, sounding a little dejected. 

"Goodbye for now." Tubbo repeated, a small smile on his face. 

"Okay… um- Tubbo can I ask you something before you go..?" 

"Ask away Bossman." the brunet shrugged.

"How did you get up there?" Ranboo pointed to the light.  There was a pause, before Tubbo took off in a sprint, running in the opposite direction of his friend. 

"You'll never know my secrets!" 

"Wh-??"

#gt #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt community #mcyt g/t community #fic #borrower!tubbo #t!tubbo #tiny!tubbo #tiny tubbo #tubbo #ranboo #human!ranboo #human ranboo #giant ranboo #g!ranboo #roommates au

[cyncerity]

New characters for the Store Shifter AU!!

Ranboo is a human, Tubbo is a borrower, and Tommy is a shifter!! Ranboo and Tubbo are dating, and Tommy is Dream’s cousin and adopted son. The three of them work at a store/restaurant across the street from Dream’s store, run by Wilbur Soot.

Wilbur thinks that he and Dream are in a store owners war, but it’s more Wilbur thinking that Dream is pure evil and Dream trying to be nice to his crazy competition while trying to convince him that no, he doesn’t want to kill Wil. (Think Timmy’s dad and Dinkleburg in Fairly Odd Parents)

Tommy is in a kind of rebellious teen phase, so he went to work at the store across from Dream’s with the unstable store owner to stick it to his guardian. Dream doesn’t have a problem with this, though, it’s just a bit annoying that Wilbur keeps sending Tommy to Dream’s store as a “spy” and keeps bragging about how he works for him and not Dream. Tommy is aware the the “war” is stupid though and that Wil is crazy, but he absolutely loves hanging out with him anyway.

Tubbo is a borrower that lived at Tommy and Dream’s house until Tommy met him. Tom showed him that he could shift and they’ve been best friends ever since. When Tommy went to work for Wil, he took Tubbo with him. Ranboo, who only started working there to earn a quick buck, accidentally found Tubbo after a few months of him being there with Tommy and Tommy explained everything to him cause at that point, he trusted Ranboo enough. Also because Tubbo had been very clear with Tommy that he thought Ranboo was hot and wanted to shoot his shot with him, and may or may not have been found on purpose (he claims it was an accident; Tommy doesn’t believe him)

So Ranboo’s new normal is dealing with those two being weird and the fact Tubbo actually did succeed in getting Ranboo to be his boyfriend. And no, Ranboo cannot understand Tubbo, they communicate with BSL. Tommy can only understand Tubbo sometimes, given that he tends to spend a lot more time as a human than a borrower, and the longer a shifter is human for the harder it is to understand borrowers, so all three of them are fluent in BSL. And no, Wilbur doesn’t know any of this. As far as he’s concerned, Ranboo and Tommy are normal and there is no little teenager helping Ranboo remember the correct orders in the restaurant portion of the store.

#there’s a few things i’m hoping you’ll put together from other posts about Tommy and Dream >:) #cyncerity #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #also remember how shifters learn they can shift 👀 #wonder what happened to Tommy to make him aware of his abilities at such a young age #…👀 #anyway #excited for these three #also more characters to come but they’re for later #g/t #sizeshifter!sapnap au #store shifter au #sizeshifter!tommy #human!ranboo #giant!ranboo #borrower!tubbo #tiny!tubbo #cynart #cyn art #i don’t remember what my art tag is #g/t art #dsmp g/t

[etheravie]

Vulnerability

Chapter 1: Cede

      The energy emitted didn't phase the cold that brushed against the plastic with artificial winter breath. It was cold to the touch as Tommy placed a hand against it, his eyes flickering from one potential opening to the next until he switched his sight from the razor to the plastic, his own gears whirring within his mind. Try as he might to claim such a thing, promises were a fickle thing among his kind. Anything could happen with or without warning. It wasn't in their control, of course—there was no blame to be passed around like a rare, gentle flame. But a step could be taken. The sound of warning. Disregarded pain. And yet, at the same time, it had been nearly a year since last he had allowed himself a treat, considering the previous months' threats present around every corner. It was a shame that Tubbo's favorite had yet to be retrieved, but it was simply the beans' fault. There wasn't exactly a way to request such a thing. Tommy could speak for the both of them when he claimed that they would much rather borrow from storrage over asking directly (or, perhaps not, on second thought. Being caught by one bean was better than being fought over by multiple).

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       "This is a horrible idea."        "That's surprising coming from you."        "You're the one that suggested it first! Shut the fuck up."        Tommy rolled his eyes as he continued to descend the rope. The material ran roughly against the palms of his hands where he slid down, and he sent a silent thank you to the brunette within his mind for the tip of advice. It made sense for it to come from an indoor borrower, seeing how their methods of climbing differed greatly. Climbing within the walls of a humble abode was quite different in contrasting to scaling trees. And it wasn't just from the height.        Something flickered in his eyes, and when he landed he kept a hand on the rope, looking up to the shorter that still was sliding down. A glare pierced his skull. "Don't. You. Dare."        The blonde dared, because with a shake of the rope Tubbo let out a shout. His grip on the string tightened and his knuckles turned white along with his skin as a thin sheen of sweat began to cover it. It was far from being freezing within the room, but even with their summertime clothing it felt like a fire was burning the rope with the hopes of bringing Tubbo down with the force. "You bitch!" the brunette hissed, swinging his legs as he descended. Tommy stepped out of the way of the kicks once the other borrower was close, and though it was anticipated, was unable to dodge the tackle that came his way. The collision sent both of the borrowers to the countertop's surface. Tommy grunted when his pack hit the cold surface, dulling the impact. Still his chest heaved with the force of the other atop him, thankful for the relief when the shorter climbed off.        Tommy cried, "Ow!"        "You shouldn't have shaken the rope earlier."        "You shut the fuck up—that was one time! Fuckin'... bitch- can't even handle a joke.        "Okay!" he cried quickly in defense with a curt wheeze of hysterical laughter, raising his hands to shield his face when Tubbo raised a fist. The brunette remained where he was over the other, scrutinizing Tommy before sitting up. He began to dust himself off, walking towards the floss that had provided them the descent they needed.        "I reckon you woke up all of the beans with your screaming."        "Because you won't help me up," grunted Tommy in reply. The blonde sat up and got to his feet, adjusting the straps of his pack. "I'm taking my own rope next time."        "The one that you don't have?"        "Shut the- fuck you! Let's just- let's go. It's fuckin'... fuckin' freezing out here."        Grasping the thread, Tubbo took a few steps back to raise his hand, and with a tight grip threw the rope forwards. A wave rippled through the floss until it reached the top. The force of the string knocked the hook out of its wedge, sending it tumbling down towards them. Tommy walked past after unclipping his own paperclip to hit the top of the older's head with it before resuming his walk. The hit took Tubbo by vague surprise, causing him to flinch enough to be hit with his own hook. The sound of metal against marble made the blonde burst out in more wheezing laughter, dodging out of the way when the point of a paperclip nearly snagged his shoulder. He called over it, "You've got shit aim!"        "Want to test that?" asked Tubbo in pursuit, pulling the string back to retrieve his hook. The sight of it swinging again in his hold didn't make Tommy's grin falter as he led them both towards the corner of the open room.        The patter of their steps was just shy of white noise. The hum of the fridge's inner mechanisms grew in volume as the two borrowers approached the tall structure. Summer cicadas further masked the noise of their trip, their footsteps making little more than taps against the surface of the counter. The lack of light did little favors in illuminating their path, but after borrowing for so long, it had become nothing more than memory. The moonlight's assistance was appreciated, however, given what managed to slip through the filter of the curtains and blinds. Tonight not even the stars were visible through the darkened clouds that obscured what light it did let in. The distant grumble of fading thunder rolled through the atmosphere, sending a shiver down the back of the younger borrower as he tossed his hook up and towards the crack of the refrigerator that stood tall. The chill of the room was more effective than the surface of the cooled metal as the two began to scale up the vertical mountain.        Tubbo untied the jacket wrapped around his waist after letting his backpack drop to the floor with a thud. Tommy paused his ascent to glare down at him. Tubbo returned the look with a raise of an eyebrow while he shrugged on his jacket, zipping it up part way before picking up his pack again. Tommy snapped, "Can you be any louder?"        Tubbo grinned. "Yes. Want to see?"        "When the beans are gone."        "What about the bitty?"        "There's no way a fuckin'- that a fuckin' bitty will be able to find us. He hasn't yet and he never will," dismissed Tommy with an idle wave of his hand. His grip began to loosen to which he quickly righted himself.        Tubbo had flinched at the sight of the moving thread, and he moved forwards to grasp the bottom with both of his hands to steady the other. "When you fall, you're dragging your own ass back into the wall."         "If. Not when, Bee Boy. How- how dare you not have confidence in me-"        "It is going to be a when if you don't hurry the fuck up."        "We can climb at the same time," muttered Tommy with a huff, furrowing his eyebrows. It was only when he reached the top of the refrigerator when he felt a tug on the rope.        The borrower hauled himself up and promptly collapsed face down once away from the edge to press his body against the cold. The frore was heavenly though it made quick work of making goosebumps rise on his skin and the hairs on the back of his neck prick up. The hum of the machinery was similar to that of a humming bird. Even with the lack of a melody, it was still pleasant to hear after being forced to silence for so long.        Tommy continued to let himself breathe in bliss until he heard the steady breathing of his friend gradually growing louder as he neared. Tommy stood to meander towards the clip, pressing a food down onto the metal as he looked down to the brunette. Tubbo's breath had hitched, looking up at Tommy with wide eyes. The latter deflated some. He crouched to extend a hand to the other to which Tubbo accepted gratefully.        "The fuck are you eating in that tree-!?" Tommy grunted. He let out a shout when his hand was suddenly released, causing him to stumble backwards and fall to the floor.        "Prick," Tubbo mocked with a smug smile, effortlessly hauling himself up and onto his feet whilst Tommy regained his composure. He had looked down at Tubbo in what he knew to only be jealousy.        "There's no way you're not exhausted after that," he claimed with a huff.        Tubbo turned to retrieve the hook, fixing the clip's rounded end before beginning to messily coil the rope. He said with a shrug, "Because you're a stick, Tommy. I could literally throw you off of this fridge and have all of the food for myself."        "But you won't, because I will easily evade your throw and throw- and throw you</em> instead."        Tubbo turned to give the blonde a deadpan look. It went unacknowledged, as the indoor borrower had made haste in making his way to the front edge of the fridge where he set his pack down. He knelt down to unzip it, rifling through its contents. By the time Tubbo had approached Tommy had retrieved a popsicle stick from within the pack. After some maneuvering of his grip, the wood was wedged into the magnetic rubber seal. He wandered to the opposite side of Tubbo as he approached with an uncoiled rope after retrieving the paperclip from its previous place. The sound of the pierce was satisfying as the metal went through the seal. Tubbo stomped on it for good measure, giving it a harsh tug for a test. Tommy coughed into his fist, successfully grabbing the shorter's attention. Tubbo brushed his bangs with a hand to see the other more clearly. "Did you test the other holes?"        "They're too loose. It wouldn't hold," assured Tubbo, adjusting the straps of his backpack before taking a hold of the other side of the popsicle stick.        Tommy's expression gave away his concern. He motioned to the various holes made within the plastic as he said, "We're going to run out of spaces to stick it in. I'm telling you: the beans will notice."        "Then you can stick it in next time, oh mighty Tommy. You're the expert here," said Tubbo with an upward twitch at the corner of his lips. Tommy pursed his own as Tubbo began to push down on the stick. "Are you going to help me, or what?"        "Says the person who called me a fuckin' stick," said Tommy. Nevertheless he pressed down, too, with all of his might. He grunted some as he and Tubbo worked together to pry open the seal. It didn't take too much strain this time, for after just a few attempts the weight at the end of the popsicle stick lightened considerably. Tommy's gasp was cut off when he quickly adjusted himself and the stick so it still was positioned against the seal. Light spilled from the large appliance and into the dim room, further illuminating what once had been covered in temporary shadow. Tommy adjusted the wood so as to not let the illumination flood into the other room, letting it shut by just a few mere inches.        The hum of the refrigerator was a siren's song to them, drawing them in and into its lair. A slow death if they weren't careful. Tommy had been told that Tubbo had escaped the labyrinth once after a failed borrowing attempt, being forced to find his way to the ice machine and manage to keep the chute open long enough for him to slide through and escape unscathed without being sliced in half or succumbing to frostbite; if not worse, hypothermia. He claimed the pale patch of lighter skin on his knee was his mark of evidence, but how viable this story only Tubbo himself could say. Tommy wasn't the most cautious kind of borrower, either, preferring to let his life ride on the wind of the sky where his abilities truly shined. But if the brunette's story was truly real, then a repeat with the risk of truly losing his friend wasn't such a great idea.        "Be quick," said Tubbo as Tommy walked to the edge where he had sat.        "You're nuts if you think I'm not. Fridges aren't fun, Big Man," said Tommy with a confident smile. He picked up the floss and wound it around his hand, using the other to grip it not too far away. He shifted to sit with his back away from Tubbo, and he gave a mock salute to him with the hand that held the least amount of rope. "Don't lock me in, or you're next."        Tommy let himself fall back. The adrenaline of the plummet pumped through his veins though he had gone through the sensation more times than he could count. The outdoors was a much greater risk, however there was no mistaking the joy he could intake by the whistling of the wind ruffling his clothes and his hair as he descended far faster than he could climb. If it was cold enough, he could imagine the numbing nip at his skin to be that of parachuting off of the highest tree branch in the neighborhood in the wintertime. Where the falling snow that raced him to the ground wouldn't phase him unless the wind blew to his direction, leaving him at its mercy. Personally, he preferred plastic parachutes over flimsy leaves.        His breath was stolen when he tightened his grip on the string, nearly making his wrist pop. He drew in a deep breath to still his spinning mind from the drop before beginning to swing his legs back and forth. He glanced up at the string with light unease that he masked by looking instead to the shelves that had recently been restocked.        Tommy's mouth began to salivate at the sight. An assortment of fruits and vegetables were present, ranging from a bag of grapes to broccoli. Two jars were placed just in front of a large kiwi just about double the borrower's side, barely reaching the top of the jar of pickles and the jar of olives. The majority of the food was far too large to cut through—certainly more tough than any blade that they had at their disposal. It wasn't worth the risk of taking the time at that moment.        On another shelf were more miscellaneous items of interest. A small cup of orange slices were secured with a lid, and lining the walls of the refrigerator was a neatly organized row of condiments.        The glittering gold lie near the back. The holes made in the plastic box allowed the sweet scent to waft through the insulated container, permeating the room with a pleasant odor that made Tommy quicken his pace towards the gilded treat. The sight of the strawberries was tantalizing, taunting the borrower and beckoning him ever closer.        Tommy was eager to heed its call. With a final swing and a quick, silent prayer for hope, the blonde released his hold on the rope, reaching a hand out to grasp the edge as the momentum propelled him further. The borrower hissed in brief pain when the side of his forearm made contact first, sending a shock through the limb. He was driven to use his other arm, grunting as he hauled himself up with a pained groan.        "What did you hit this time?" Tubbo called. Tommy seethed, focusing on the tingling in his arm to ignore the pulsing pain that the cold sent through his teeth and bit his gums. Each breath left a small puff of fog in its wake. The cold had already begun to infect his limbs, making it all the more difficult to properly haul himself up. Something was uttered down to him, but it went unacknowledged, for Tommy had begun to again swing his legs for momentum. Doing so was less of a risk, and just short of a minute was the borrower able to rest at the shelf where only then did he allow himself to laugh lowly. He massaged his elbow, untangling himself from the string. "Tommy?"        "I'm fine! Stop worrying. Clingy bitch..."        "I can hear you!"        "I know."        The blonde snickered at the offended, distant swear he heard in response, taking his cue to venture further into the ice cave so as to not face the brunette's wrath if he decided to leave his post. There was no doubt that he, too, was feeling the freeze. His teeth had begun to chatter just as he reached the bag of grapes. Finding the entrance proved to be more difficult than usual; a bad luck of the draw. In his search Tommy had retrieved the razor blade from his bag, and after locating the knot that tied off the fruits, he carefully cut a hole just below its base.        Typically, borrowing wasn't too strenuous of a task—the risk varied from object to object. Borrowing from things left out of containers such as small strips of towels, plastics, and more were painstakingly easy. The only concern was ensuring it was subtle enough to not be noticed. The true trouble was keeping this in mind with things that were locked down and sealed off tight. Beans were protective of their food. Whatever resources they had they would use, ranging from boxes to bags. If you didn't leave things exactly how they were prior to tampering with the material, there was a low chance it would go unnoticed. There was no telling what a bean could do.        It was with this mentality that the borrower carried out his task of plucking a small grape from the vine. Carefully he maneuvered it towards the hole that he had cut out. The size of the fruit compared to the hole caused the latter to stretch some. Tommy looked over to the doorway, a shudder running up his spine. Attempting to minimize the crinkle of bags such as these was fruitless, doing little favors to easing the paranoia even with Tubbo on watch. He trusted the other borrower with his life, but anything could happen within the dwelling of a bean's household—nevertheless with multiple living within.         To his luck the fruit tumbled out easily, and Tommy stuck out his leg before the grape could take advantage of the shelves' tilt and roll away for a great escape. It wasn't the smallest size of the batch, but placing it within his pack proved easy enough. Luckily this wasn't the sour kind, something that would be to Tubbo's dismay. He wouldn't know until it was revealed. He didn't feel like being pushed off of the edge as punishment for trying to preserve both of their lives.        Tommy stood after zipping his pack and cautiously picking up the blade. A closer inspection of his surroundings allowed him to spot nothing too new about the fridge, but there was still room in his bag even with only the very minimum packed for the trip. Staying to see what else could be borrowed was tempting, but it was a risk simply being out in the open rather than ducking between objects to hide behind.         Tommy looked back to the container of fruits. The light allowed it to shine, and in the rounded mirror Tommy could see his own eyes staring back at him. Or was it at the strawberries? Perhaps both. The seal had yet to be removed, which would be a sure fire way to get them caught if he were to remove it. He could mend anything but paper so long as he was given the proper supplies. Connecting the tear within flimsy paper wasn't easy—nor was it ensuring that the previous work would be discovered after it was torn once more.        The rope beside him twitched, and Tommy sucked in a sharp breath. "Did you hit your head on the milk carton again?" He heard Tubbo call. His eye twitched in answer.        "Fuck off! I'm trying not to freeze in here!" answered Tommy. He rubbed his hands and clasped them together, bringing them up to his mouth to exhale slowly. His breath was just as touched by the cold as it was the walls. The mist was almost crystalline. It would have been in the freezer, which he luckily had no plans to venture towards that night. A proper jacket was needed for such a perilous trek—not to mention something strong enough to break or cut something frozen. Cracking it could be easier than slicing through, but it wasn't easy when one was forced to keep it still enough without sliding away and to the floor where it would be spotted first before the melted puddle.        "Are you coming up, or what?" Tubbo called.        Tommy responded, "About that—how does a strawberry sound?"        The pause was audible. Faintly, Tommy thought he heard a slight gasp beforehand. "You've got space in your pack for it."        "Yep. They're fresh."        "Fuck," hissed Tubbo. He had gotten to his knees to peer over the edge. A hand was placed atop the hook, keeping it steady. "Will they notice?"        "Not when I borrow they won't."        "No blackberries?"        "Not that I can see. Not this time, Big Dubs," said the blonde borrower. He had folded his arms to hug himself, rubbing his hands up and down his shoulders to warm his skin.        Tubbo huffed. "You're not messing with me are you? Because I will go down there and kick your ass if there are some."        "I wouldn't lie to you when I'm in the fridge."        "Fair enough. I haven't heard anything; the coast is clear."        "Fuck yeah!" Tommy cheered. He could practically hear the smile on Tubbo's face when he heard a shushing hiss try to silence him. No such thing could be done to the great TommyInnit with success.        There was a skip to the blonde's step as he dashed to the container. His steps were a pitter-patter of rain against the roof. This, too, however, was masked by the hum of the appliance and the melody of the creatures that only came out to dance at night. Their strobe lights were enticing, but he wasn't quite willing just yet to let himself be drawn to the song of sirens just yet. Their cry was warning enough for him.        Tommy again rubbed his hands together. Tubbo's own cheers were whistles compared to the symphony emitting from the gleam of the barrier they rested within. It almost looked like a halo was surrounding the casing, with the fluorescent lighting from the bulb above providing nothing but a glorious spotlight. The energy emitted didn't phase the cold that brushed against the plastic with artificial winter breath. It was cold to the touch as Tommy placed a hand against it, his eyes flickering from one potential opening to the next until he switched his sight from the razor to the plastic, his own gears whirring within his mind. Try as he might to claim such a thing, promises were a fickle thing among his kind. Anything could happen with or without warning. It wasn't in their control, of course—there was no blame to be passed around like a rare, gentle flame. But a step could be taken. The sound of warning. Disregarded pain. And yet, at the same time, it had been nearly a year since last he had allowed himself a treat, considering the previous months' threats present around every corner. It was a shame that Tubbo's favorite had yet to be retrieved, but it was simply the beans' fault. There wasn't exactly a way to request such a thing. Tommy could speak for the both of them when he claimed that they would much rather borrow from storrage over asking directly (or, perhaps not, on second thought. Being caught by one bean was better than being fought over by multiple).        Tommy shook his hands to let the adrenaline seep out of his fingertips that had long become numb. He let out a fog of breath and carefully adjusted his hold on the blade, holding it horizontally; carefully against the plastic sealing the precious fruits just a few inches away. It was only when he was in position that he began to saw away at the plastic. What was once a tedious task had long become but a practice of muscle memory in moving the blade from side to side. The wrapping wasn't unbearably thick, but it did take longer to cut through than it would a typical sheet of paper. This kind was rarer to get his hands on.        "Come on..." Tommy grunted to himself, pausing to inspect his work. "Come... on! Finally."        With a relieving snap the bottom half of the plastic dropped the rest of the way to the floor, leaving the top to reach valiantly to its other half but to no avail. Tommy let the blade prop up against the plastic, paying it no mind when it slipped the rest of the way down. He instead was occupied by the top, needing to stand at the tips of his toes to raise the lid in order to access the treasure within.        His eyes twinkled in suspended stupor. The fruits were pure gold in comparison to the rest of the canned and packaged goods that lie atop the shelves of the refrigerator. The blonde was his own heavenly choir as he hummed to himself in anticipation and delight. With a hand remaining held high to keep the lid from pressing down on his neck, his used his other, unoccupied hand to retrieve the sweet. It was more difficult to do than first anticipated, which was no surprise─the fruit was somewhat slick despite the lack of moisture in the air. Tommy's breathing didn't do much to assist the factors, however there wasn't much else that could be done to aid with this.        BEEP!        Tommy jumped nearly a foot in the air, wheeling around to scold the brunette that had dropped behind him. The oddity in this action, however, was the lack of said brunette. Still the refrigerator door was propped open, the light subtly spilling out from the crack and into the kitchen.        BEEP!        "Will you cut that out!?" exclaimed Tommy with a snap, shaking his head with a breathy sigh as he turned back towards the container.        BEEP!        "Tommy."        BEEP!        "Tommy, you need to leave! Now!"        The blonde's blue eyes widened. The frost had seeped into his skin and frozen his bones, effectively trapping him in place with his soles of his sneakers locked to the shelf. His head looked from the rope just feet away to the fruit that he had so nearly retrieved. The treat that they had been deprived of for only Tubbo knew how long ago, now. It was almost there... maybe if he could just...        BEEP!        "Tommy!"        "I'm coming! I've almost got it!" the borrower exclaimed. He shook his head to rid himself of the shackles that threatened to pin him in place and place him in peril. The sharp ends of the plastic dug into his skin as he pressed his body closer to let his arm reach farther. His hand was nearly over the top. In a swift motion he could grab it, stuff it in his pack, and make a break for it before the door's alarm alerted the beans.        This is what would have happened, however, as the sweetly flavored treat instead rolled away from his touch and further off to the side. Tommy swore loudly in reply, and despite the cold, he began to sweat. The sound of the same caveat pulsed adrenaline into his veins.        "So much help that did..." mumbled Tommy to himself. He covered his ears when yet another beep sounded. More shock struck him when he thought he heard the faint pitter patter of Tubbo's feet. He called, "Tubbo!?"        "I'm still here!" came Tubbo's voice, "What the fuck are you doing!? Get out of there!"        Tommy didn't let himself sigh in relief. "There's no way the beans haven't woken up. You need to get the fuck out of here! I'll find a way out!"        "I'm not leaving you in the fucking fridge! If you hurry you'll have enough time! The beans aren't here yet!"         "They could be on their way! Listen to me, Tubbs, alright? You need- you n- need to go home. Right-fucking-now."        "I will come down there and haul you back up here myself if I have to. You're not hurt. Get the fuck up!"        BEEP!        "Tubbo-!"        The sound of the other's footsteps treading across the top of the fridge sent shivers of fear down Tommy's spine, the sound making him feel more frigid than a freezer. He muttered a swear and jumped. The attempt was unsuccessful in fully lifting the lid, and neither was the second or the third time. "Come on...! Tubbo, listen to me! Don't fucking move!"        Neither of them got the chance to.        "Techno...? The fuck are you doing up this early?"        BEEP!        Shit.        "Tubbo!" Tommy hissed frantically. In his haste to turn his feet slipped from beneath him, sending him back to be sprawled out on the floor. When he arose he saw part of Tubbo's head upside down from where he leaned over the edge. Had he done so any more Tommy would have sworn that he would fall. I'm sorry, Tubbo mouthed before retreating. Tommy's heart stopped, forcing him to still his breath and watch with horror as his sight of the kitchen began to close as slowly as the refrigerator door did.        It shut with an echo. The light had clicked off automatically once the popsicle stick was removed. The bang reverberated throughout the room despite how the seal was supposed to prevent such noise. Perhaps he was simply sensitive to the sound. That, or they had finally managed to pierce enough holes within it from their hooks to finally nullify its effect. The hum still whirred on, but the lack of noise from the lightbulb overhead, too, had grown quiet. No longer could Tommy hear the insects that dared to disturb the peace. He was beginning to get a headache by attempting to strain his hearing with the hopes of hearing Tubbo's quiet footsteps. Tommy was unable to keep quiet when he again rubbed his arms. He put a hand out in front of him, swearing to himself when he was unable to catch any glimpse of it. Looking was futile when he heard the sound of something being threaded between a tight place. He didn't need to see to know.        Getting the strawberry was going to be much more difficult if hypothermia or a bean didn't get to him first.

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And so it begins! I had initially planned for this to be a oneshot, but once I broke the 40k word mark I figured I may as well turn it into a chapter-driven work to motivate me to finish what I have not yet completed as of typing this note. I hope to not only educate those unaware of this lovely concept of bitties and borrowers, but to entertain as much as I can. Thank you for reading!

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This DSMP Bitty/Borrower AU belongs to me. Any similarities between this work and/or this AU and another are purely coincidental; everything written here comes from my own mind, and any inspirations taken will be listed within the notes of the corresponding chapter. Please contact me if there is an issue that can be resolved relating to this.

Chapters will be added approximately every two weeks until completion.

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[seriouslycalamitous]

Tubbo swearing he’s gonna do everything in his power to break Hideduo up…

All I’m hearing is that I should write a fic about Tubbo going through wacky hijinks to ruin their date and it just makes things more romantic.

Like setting off sprinklers to interrupt them on a walk together, but now they’re sharing an umbrella and blushing about it.

#tubbo’s sitting behind a bush rubbing his hands together like a supervillain thinking SURELY THIS WILL WORK #and now they’re blushing and being cute and Fit’s borrowing Pac’s hoodie because his clothes were wet and GODDAMN THEM #qsmp #qsmp fanfic #hideduo #fitpac #qsmp fitmc #qsmp pactw #qsmp tubbo

[ey-there-little-guy]

hello, goodbye, t'was nice to know you

Chapter 2 of 2: Yellow lillies - gratitude ; happiness

Ranboo was hurt, caught, but... not trapped. That's not usual in their experience, and they almost decide to stay. But, Tubbo wanted them to leave. So they do. (Unless?)

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the second chapter is here!! finally!! thank you for your patience everyone :D

Ranboo has a lot more thinking going on than Tubbo did, much more, you could even say too much. - cw: mentioned past captivity, referenced loss of autonomy, self-loathing, brief panic attack. tell me if I missed something! -

Ranboo is ecstatic to be back in the walls. Their arm is healed, they're free, they're on their way back to their home, really they should be the most overjoyed borrower alive right now.

But oh, who are they kidding? Ranboo hasn't even made it through the walls enough to leave Tubbo's flat yet, barely left his sight, and they already miss the human.

They know they shouldn't, humans are dangerous, powerful, and the rules to stay away from them are there for borrower's safety just as much as their secrecy. Ranboo is very aware of that, has learned the hard way that getting attached to humans is bad and only leads to pain, and yet...

Ranboo wants to say that Tubbo is different.

Over the time Ranboo spent with Tubbo, he was nothing but gentle with the borrower, something Ranboo previously had been led to believe was too impossible a task for humans. Tubbo never slammed doors, or scooped Ranboo up without warning, or held them too tight, or ignored what they said, or trapped them, and above all he had been nice. Sure there were some adjustments at the start, but the fact Tubbo adjusted anything at all for Ranboo's comfort meant more than they could say.

It'd been the most safe they've felt in a long time, even when their mind screamed at them this could only go wrong, wrong, wrong, they tried to think otherwise and let themself live in the moment.

Those moments were often lounging on a pillow with graphite and paper while Tubbo did work on his laptop, and curling into the warmth Tubbo's hands offered while a human heartbeat reverberated through them, and watching Tubbo fall into peels of laughter at something Ranboo said, his deep eye bags less noticeable when scrunched in a grin, sometimes burying the expression in his arms if they were both sat at the table; it'd shake their footing, but it wouldn't cause fright like usual, quite the opposite actually.

So yes, Ranboo wants to say that Tubbo is different.

Even before they fully realized that though, there were some nights when Ranboo woke up with wisps of nightmares and flashes of green in their mind and thought, if Tubbo were to keep them here would it be so bad? Would they fight it that much? What would Tubbo do with them if Ranboo presented the possibility? Was it something Tubbo thought about too?

Or is Ranboo the only one so painfully aware of how simple it'd be to twist their mind up in sweet words and throw it out for shattered promises? Is it just them, with a fragile mind and weakened will thinking these things that make their heartbeat stutter and hands shake?

They'd spend most of those nights arguing with themself. By morning they always decide they prefer having their own autonomy, their own independence, with no looming figure acting like a puppeteer, which is good, they know that.

It didn't stop them from wondering what it would be like if they just... stayed there, in the flat with Tubbo, Tubbo and his tired eyes and warm hands and dumb jokes and bright grins. They'd like that, if Tubbo stayed the same that is.

But it seems through all that, while Ranboo had thoughts of staying, Tubbo had been thinking of Ranboo leaving.

("That eager to get rid of me, huh?" They had asked, half-jokingly, but that other half... And Tubbo didn't say no, didn't say anything to imply staying was an option.)

Tubbo wanted them to leave.

At first their mind screamed it was a trick, a way to lure Ranboo into letting their guard down impossibly lower, but Tubbo sounded so sincere when he called Ranboo a friend, promised to never capture or trap or keep them, swore they could leave. He didn't raise a hand to stop them once, not even reflexively when Ranboo experimentally stepped back.

Tubbo stepped into the kitchen out of sight, Ranboo hesitated before dashing into the hole in the wall they still don't know the origin of. And nothing else happened.

Ranboo felt... Very mixed emotions. They were happy, yes, and relieved, and upset too. So upset, actually.

It hurts that Tubbo was so ready to set Ranboo on that shelf and move on with his life, considering they're supposed to be friends, but Ranboo also kinda gets it; Tubbo didn't ask for Ranboo to pop into his life, to live with him for months and carry them around all the time, they get it, the two can still be friends without literally living together, Ranboo only lives a floor down, it's not a big deal.

But a part of Ranboo had hoped, just a bit, that Tubbo would ask them to keep living in the flat. Even if it goes against pretty much every rule of borrowers, it's not like Ranboo hasn't broken those before, they'd be much more willing to again for Tubbo. They know it'd end differently now if they did, better, more equal, not a repeat of past mistakes.

A shame they only truly realized that in those last moments.

So instead, Ranboo walks across the wood inside the walls, a good length of string looped around their waist like a belt and the hook tied to one end stuck in a fold of their skirt pocket. Another sign Tubbo would've never been like Dream, he never suggested Ranboo hand their things over.

Ranboo shakes their head, trying to physically fling the thoughts from their mind. They're thinking too much, when they should be finding their way back to their home.

Calling that little space between floors 'home' feels wrong now. But they've already resolved to stop thinking, so they try not to mull it over. What's done is done and as all borrowers do Ranboo should be glad they're here and continue on. It doesn't make it true, but truth has always been a fickle thing in Ranboo's experience.

Distantly, outside the walls, probably a room or two over if Ranboo's hearing hasn't failed them, they hear a few creaking floorboards. Tubbo moving around the flat, going back to whatever his life was before they met.

The sounds are a distraction Ranboo clings to, focusing intently on even the minuscule ones instead of whatever hurt is resting in their chest tugging the dark shadows in their mind out of hiding. They continue walking, ears tuned into their own personal ambience. Creaking boards, a snore from the neighbor a floor down, even some distorted sounds of chatter from other more distant neighbors and a low rumble from some machine, or multiple, kitchen appliances or a washer and dryer most likely.

Ranboo remembers it astounded them when they learned how little humans actually hear going on around them, borrowers never exist in a moment of total silence, there's always something to hear unless a borrower has bad or no hearing. At least, Ranboo assumes so, they can't remember if the discussion of hearing has come up with any borrowers they crossed paths with.

The scrape of a drawer opening and shutting, ticking of a clock, TV commercial, thump of footsteps.

It's all very quiet, muffled and overlapping, not really overwhelming. Even if Ranboo's walk has slowed a little as a result of listening so closely, they make their way between the walls at a steady pace nonetheless.

Some bed springs squeak from Tubbo's flat, maybe the human wasn't kidding about getting some sleep? Ranboo knows they weren't about never seeing him sleep, so honestly it's probably a good thing if he does.

Laughter from somewhere above, a knock on a door, walking, walking, walking.

Stopping.

Clock, rumble, chatter, Ranboo's own breathing.

They wrap their arms around themself. Inside the walls is colder than Ranboo remembered. Tubbo's flat was warm, or... That's not quite right, it was a bit drafty to be honest, Ranboo would sleep with an entire human blanket most nights. But Tubbo made everything feel warm, Ranboo would like to feel that again.

That's probably selfish though, Tubbo was just being nice, he probably would've rather done something else with his time if Ranboo wasn't so pathetic as to get their own arm broken.

Ranboo breathes deeply, then exhales, letting their arms relax back to their sides. They don't need to be somewhere warm and cozy, they can live perfectly fine without those luxuries, they just have to get used to it again. If they really wanted and worked hard enough they could make a little cozy home themself, that can be a goal now that they're going back to living in the walls.

Tubbo wanted them to leave, so they will.

Clock, rumble, chatter, whimper—

Wait, whimper?

Ranboo's ears perk up on high alert, tail freezing mid-sway behind them.

Over the other miscellaneous sounds, closer than most, Ranboo swears they heard a sound that makes their gut churn.

They hear it again, a whine that comes and goes as whoever it's from tries to muffle it. They pinpoint the general direction of it easily and Ranboo honestly feels their heart crack when they realize it's coming from the flat they just left. Whining, crying, a near inaudible sniffle.

Ranboo's resolve shatters.

They turn on their heels to run back the way they came, nearly tripping over their tail in the process. Their ears remain tilted to pick up on the quiet sounds of human crying.

Ranboo shouldn't be doing this, Tubbo wants them to leave, go home, visit again later.

But he's crying, Ranboo has cried enough times themself to know what it sounds like to cry quietly. Tubbo has never, ever done that when Ranboo was around, so what happened? Did he get bad news? Did he get hurt in the handful of minutes Ranboo was gone? Did Ranboo somehow cause this? Oh, they would feel just horrible if they're the reason Tubbo is crying.

Ranboo skids to a stop before the hole in the wall, breathing a bit heavier than before.

Part of them pauses, they shouldn't go back so soon, they just left. But Tubbo said so himself, they're friends, what kind of friend would Ranboo be if they left knowing Tubbo was crying, of all possible things?

Ranboo exits the wall, returning to the shelf.

They spend little time unlooping their string from themself, jamming the hook into the edge of the shelf and letting it unfurl to the floor below, triple-checking it's secure before sliding down quickly. Ranboo isn't holding on as tightly as they usually would, landing harder than they meant to at the bottom, slight pain shooting up their legs causing them to cringe.

It seems their left arm is a bit out of practice after months in a splint. They probably should've expected that.

Ranboo leaves the string hanging, looking around the vast floor, before starting in the direction of Tubbo's room at a hurried pace. They catch themself unintentionally glancing up at the structures around them, it's almost surreal, they didn't realize how used to Tubbo carrying them between these middle distances they were until they're traveling back on their own two feet across them.

Not to say Tubbo didn't let Ranboo walk by themself, he did, especially in the beginning, Ranboo reminds themself of this. But like they said, somewhere along the way Ranboo just... began to see Tubbo as separate from others before him. Accepting those offers of a quite literal helping hand became easier.

Looking up, up, up at the door in front of them is strange, Ranboo remembers watching the doorknob be twisted open from the same height as it multiple times, and now it's out of reach high above them. Ranboo thinks they like this though, some part of them feels satisfied, they didn't realize they could miss this perspective of the world until now.

The quiet sniffles still pricking at their ears brings them back to the task at hand. Looking down, the door has a gap under it big enough that they can probably wiggle under, the floor is wooden on both sides so they won't get smelly carpet in their face either.

Ranboo does just that, laying on the ground and proceeding to slide under, head and shoulders brushing the underside of the door, if they tried to roll to one side or the other they doubt they could.

The restricted space causes some level of panic, but Ranboo knows all they have to do is keep pulling themself forward to get out on the other side.

It's going well. They're gonna make it through. They'll apologize to Tubbo for coming back, they just heard him crying and couldn't help it, ask what’s wrong or offer any kind of comfort, then probably apologize again because that's half of Ranboo's conversation skills, apologizing for nothing or everything, and oh gosh what if they just make it worse though Ranboo hadn't even thought of that—

And then they get stuck at the base of their tail under the door, causing all previous thoughts to leave because of the sudden spike of panic it causes.

It— logically, Ranboo is sure they can still just pull themself through, it'll hurt their tail for a second and then they'll be fine. But the panic is creeping up, bringing back bits of memories Ranboo wishes could've been easily forgotten and all they really want now is to get their tail unpinched and run.

They need to get out from under here, out out out before the weight increases on them.

Ranboo starts pushing themself back, that's the way out, they can't stay in this spot.

Their breathing is more hurried, too hurried they vaguely think, the flat has faded away to— somewhere else. There's someone chuckling, the shoe presses down one more time on their back before lifting and the second they're out from under it they curl into a ball on their side. They wrap their tail around, fumbling to grab the end and hold it even closer and painfully tight, away from easy grabbing, that's all the control they really have at this point.

He's saying something above them, they know it, but the words are unintelligible in Ranboo's panic, only the tone makes it through, it's light, almost friendly but so absolutely not, Ranboo knows this isn't going to end well.

But there's— there's nothing else, just the voice and the darkness behind Ranboo's eyelids and when did they close their eyes? Where are they? They're missing something, but the fear makes it impossible to grasp what.

...Eventually, finally, with nothing happening—no one grabbing— the panic starts to ebb into dazed confusion.

Bit by bit Ranboo becomes aware of their fast breathing and tries to focus on it, slowing it a little with every other successful inhale and exhale, everything else gradually coming back into focus.

They rub their eyes with one hand hoping it'll clear their vision, it wipes away tear tracks Ranboo doesn't recall crying.

It could've been minutes or hours they stayed there to pull themself together, remembering the present—Tubbo's flat, they were leaving, but they heard crying—and reaffirming that he is very far away from them even by human standards. Then with one heaving breath, Ranboo rolls over and sits up, tail still loosely in hand.

Gosh, they feel exhausted now.

And the crying from beyond the door has stopped.

Ranboo eyes the gap under the door. They were so close, they could've made it if they hadn't panicked. But Ranboo doesn't want to risk repeating whatever happened to cause that...

(Pressure on their back, tugging on their tail, pinning them down down and they can’t do anything they can’t get out they’re— )

(Don’t think about it. Stop thinking about it. Think of blankets and a strong heartbeat and a light weary voice.)

As much as they wish they could check on Tubbo, they're going to have to settle for just outside the door, aren’t they.

Stumbling to their feet and wiping away the last of their tears, Ranboo steps up to the door and presses an ear close, listening carefully. There’s breathing, slow and steady, and Ranboo concludes Tubbo has fallen asleep.

Seriously, how long had Ranboo been panicking? They feel half asleep themself, not to mention their hands are still jittery and their back aches.

They did absolutely nothing to help Tubbo and now they just feel like garbage. Not even the useful kind of garbage either, the kind of garbage even borrowers throw out.

Ranboo buries their face in their hands and yells, tail lashing at their shins. Stupid, this whole impulsive choice to come running back was stupid.

Running through the walls and across the floor for the first time in a while and that panic has them exhausted. They’ll have to climb up to the hole in the wall now, which is going to be even more work, and wow maybe Ranboo should’ve kept themself more active while with Tubbo if climbing up a rope a few feet seems like a big effort. On the other hand, it could also strain their just-healed arm, which Tubbo has been insistent about them being careful with for as long as Ranboo’s know him.

So... maybe they can just... spend the night? If they find a good spot to take a power nap, then wake up before Tubbo does, they can be out of here easily and then no one has to know any of this ever happened.

Yeah, that sounds fool-proof enough for even Ranboo to not mess up, they just need a quick rest. The living room should work, lots of nooks and crannies to tuck themself into there.

They start walking back the way they came, all the way into the living room and then to the couch, after looking around the room and deeming under it as an okay spot to rest. The couch is old, with a tear in the upholstery on the side that Ranboo has hid inside during a game of hide and seek or two, and sits half on a fuzzy yellow carpet that’s moderately clean smelling. One of the blankets Tubbo likes to curl up and watch TV with is also moments from sliding all the way off it, and Ranboo debates pulling it down fully to use as bedding, but decides if they do that they might sleep too long and miss their window to leave unnoticed.

There’s a dust bunny or five as well as some discarded socks and plastic wrappers under the couch, but all and all it could be much worse.

Before Ranboo finds a spot to lay on, they see an open book sitting out on the other side of the couch that draws their curiosity. They like books, okay? They certainly didn’t spend a good portion of their life learning to read more than the average borrower just to not read when a book or letter is in reach.

So out from under the other side of the couch they go, standing before the book and recognizing it as one Tubbo had been showing them yesterday. It’s a book on plants, mostly flowers, with pictures and diagrams and a few notes scribbled in the margins about symbolism for each. Ranboo doesn’t know why Tubbo has a book like this, it’s thick and Tubbo has admitted he doesn’t understand half the technical words the book uses, but it might be for the notes.

Whoever wrote the notes writes wobbly and with lots of space as long as it doesn’t go over the book’s print. The notes on symbolism are next to the plants, with an occasional line or two of clarification or elaboration between paragraphs of other information. It’s nice, it gives the book a personal touch and well-read feel Ranboo isn’t sure they’ve seen before.

The page the book is currently on is about a yellow flower with six petals curling outwards, a couple side-by-side pictures showing some variations with speckles of brown on the petals near the center or in other colors, the seeds sticking out on thin stems like whiskers.

They don’t bother reading the name of it, going straight to the symbolism next to the yellow picture.

“Happiness, remembrance, gratitude...” Ranboo mutters to themself. They wonder how the flower smells, it must be sweet with those meanings.

Ranboo takes a seat on the pages, reading over some of the book’s words, something about the flowers’ origins, best time for planting, and how much soil and water it’ll need. It nearly makes them doze off after another couple paragraphs.

They yawn, giving up on reading to look at the pictures more; deep red flowers, white flowers, white and pink ones, orange ones, all very pretty and nice to trace a finger over. Eventually they lay down on their stomach to get a closer look at the fibers of the pages making up the vibrant images.

Eventually, their eyes drift closed and Ranboo just breathes in the smell of books and dust as consciousness leaves.

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(Later that night Tubbo will wake up and go to get a drink of water. He'll notice he left the living room light on, then a flower book open on the floor and, walking closer, the person fast asleep on its pages.

Ranboo will wake and fumble over their words, backtracking and rephrasing, hesitating to say why exactly they came back. Tubbo will not push the subject, still half-asleep he’ll say.

Instead, Ranboo will ask if they can spend the night. Tubbo will smile and say of course just a bit too quickly to be casual, but too genuinely to be offered out of pity.

Tubbo’s hands will be warm and Ranboo will melt into the warmth like butter, drawing a laugh from the human.

Maybe they can blame it on sleep deprivation, or their own twisting thoughts, but Ranboo grabs Tubbo’s words like a promise and entertains the idea that maybe Tubbo doesn’t mind their presence, that the fondness in his laughter is real.

And a week later Tubbo seems to still have no intention of taking back his half-asleep agreement. Ranboo still has yet to spend the night anywhere else.

If in that time Tubbo turns the outlet next to his bed into an entrance to the walls and Ranboo moves their old things closer to it, neither is saying anything against it.

Ranboo’s thoughts seem a little more believable.)

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Lilies and daisies can also both mean 'new beginnings', depending on your source. I thought that fit quite nicely for this fic. :D

[Chapter 1: Daisies] | [AO3 link]

Again, if you read this far a like or reblog is super appreciated! thank you! ^-^

#tiny!ranboo #borrower!ranboo #giant!tubbo #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #mcyt gt #FFSO au #ey.writing #IT'S HEREEE oh my Gosh that took months and months #behold. ffso!ranboo my little traumatized guy ^-^

[mysterious-gizem]

Take two at giving you a Bee duo prompt

A tiny Ranboo decided he wanted to try the weird golden liquid that the bees make in their hive that the human harvests.

He figures if he's quick, he can get some and leave without them knowing right?

No. Very much wrong.

Now he's stuck in the gold, apparently very sticky stuff with the Brunette towering over him....

help

𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Ranboo was usually a shy and cautious borrower. He lived in a burrow under a tree occasionally going out just to get food. One day, he wandered into an area where he saw a weird giant yellow block. He could hear a faint buzzing noise emitting from inside.

Ranboo's curiosity grew as a golden yellow liquid drooped from one of the holes. He silently yelped as he heard the crunching of leaved nearby. His instincts kicked in as he quickly stumbled away from the area.

The borrower sighed as he plopped himself down on a make-shift bed made from the fallen wool of sheep. The soft material lulled him to fall asleep.

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The next day, an itching urge pushed Ranboo to investigate the hive once more. It irked him that he had to go outside again. He stumbled once more to the area he saw the weird block this time the bright golden liquid that seemed to overflow the block was gone and he could see bugs; that seemed like bees, flying around the block.

Ranboo sighed in disappointment as he went away from the area before any of the bee's spotted him and impaled his small body, He groaned in annoyance of having to go through the tall grassy area again back to his home, but he looked up as a look of dread spreaded across his face.

Rain clouds, The borrower was unaware of why his body disliked rain, but water just seemed to somewhat sting when it hit his skin. In a panicked manner, he looked for places to hide, ending up in a rather cramped area between two rocks.

He stayed in that area for what seemed like eternity, his body begged for sleep, yet an unnerving feeling lingered around ceasing him from doing so, his stomach growled audibly. Oh...yea, he hasn't eaten in a while.

He actually hoped the golden liquid was food, and it might actually be his only hope after the storm passes, he whimpered, misty, cold air surrounded the poor borrower. He shivered as his teeth clacked against each other, hugging himself for any warmth.

Hour's passed. He was freezing. exhaustion overcame his body a while ago. He could feel the freezing air prick at his skin, but he was unconscious, unable to move. After a while, the rain started to slowly disappear and dry up. Ranboo's eyes fluttered open as he took in his surroundings, He hastily stood up whilst shaking.

Ranboo stood up, grasping onto his body. He looked at the direction of the area of the giant block; hive, the golden liquid was dripping from it again, urging Ranboo to get food. He took a step towards it as his body begged for food.

There were no longer buzzing sounds that came from the hive. He looked at his claws, hoping they were sharp enough to climb the tree. He went closer to the trunk of the tree as he reached out a hand to grasp it firmly.

Ranboo suspired as he climbed the tree. Each time he got higher, he let out a shaky breath. The thought of one simple mistake could make him one weird pancake; lingered in his mind.

The borrower finally reached the branch the hive used to support itself. He slowly crawled towards the hive. The idea of jumping there made him anxious but he couldn't even think straight, he let his body take control and leaped over to one of the holes the golden liquid dripped from but when he tried moving he froze.

Why was it so hard to move!?

He struggled against the liquid. Luckily, he was basically in the hive, but he was too terrified to notice. He softened a big as the golden liquid hit his tastebuds. at least it was delectable.

He snapped out of his trance when he heard steps... Human steps, Ranboo resumed struggling in hopes of getting out of the honey, but he came to a full stop when he felt a shadow loom over him...

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I'm terribly sorry it's short😭

And if im not mistaken, Ranboo's pronouns are He/They, so I think it means he's okay with both? Please correct me if im wrong.

#giant!tubbo #borrower!ranboo #tiny!ranboo #dsmp fic #dsmp g/t #mcyt gt #mcyt #beckyu #thank you for giving me the prompt

[arc852]

Different Era

 This is another prompt from that GTJuly list! I decided to go into the future for this one, so I hope you guys enjoy!

Word Count: 588

Warnings: Nervousness

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 Wilbur felt nervous as he turned on his holo-screen and pressed the call button. He grabbed his fidget cube and rolled it over in his hands to help try and calm his nerves as the video call continued to ring. Finally, the ringing stopped and it was answered, Tommy’s face now in front of him with a large grin.

 “Hey Wilbur!” Tommy exclaimed and Wilbur couldn’t help his smile. He set down his fidget cube and tried to collect his thoughts.

 “Hey Toms.” He greeted back. He watched as Tommy leaned back in his chair.

 “You would not believe the day I had. Tubbo, Ranboo, and I decided to go outside today and this f****** bird somehow managed to get through our force-field! It grabbed Ranboo and flew off with him but before we could get the hoverboard ready to try and save him, he came back flying on the bird! He was controlling it and everything!” Tommy rambled. And Wilbur let him, if only to give himself more time before he said what he needed to say.

 “So now Ranboo is trying to convince the council to let him keep the bird as a pet. I think he has a good chance though.” Tommy finished and then sat back up in his chair, grinning at Wilbur once again. “So, what’s up with you?”

 Wilbur’s smile faltered a little. “I’m…good. Just, ya know, work and stuff.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and watched as Tommy’s expression turned into a confused frown.

 “You don’t sound very good there, big dubs.” Tommy said and Wilbur sighed. Of course Tommy would notice.

 Well, might as well get it over with.

 “Actually, I did have something to ask you.” Wilbur started, trying to not let his nerves show. Tommy looked at him expectantly and Wilbur took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I was just wondering if…maybe we could meet up? In person?”

 He watched Tommy closely and saw Tommy's expression change many times in the span of a few seconds before landing on something close to nervousness and sadness. “Wilbur…you know borrowers and humans aren’t supposed to meet. Not in person.”

 Wilbur winced. He did know that, of course. That rule was there to protect the borrowers, even if they had the technology to protect themselves nowadays, something could always happen. “I know, I just…nevermind.” Wilbur ran a hand over his face. “I don’t know what I was thinking, of course we can’t meet in person.” He shook his head and hovered a hand over the end call button. “I’m sorry, Toms, I’ll just go-”

 “Whoa, wait!” Tommy shouted, cutting Wilbur off. “Wilbur, hold on a second.”

 “It was stupid for me to ask, it’s against the rules, of course we can’t-”

 Tommy cut him off again. “Yeah, it’s against the rules. But when have you ever known me to follow them?”

 Wilbur paused, his hand slowly coming back down to rest on the desk. “What?”

 Tommy grinned, a look of mischief in his eyes. “I’m saying yes to your question. Screw the rules, we’re gonna meet up and it’s gonna be awesome!” Tommy’s features then calmed down, and he gave Wilbur a soft smile, one that was rare to see on Tommy. “I trust you Wilbur, so let’s do this.”

 Wilbur blinked and slowly, his lips curled up into a smile. He felt touched that Tommy was willing to do this. “Okay.” 

 He was finally going to be able to see his brother in person.

#g/t #giant/tiny #mcyt g/t #borrowers #au #gtjuly #gtjuly2022 #borrower!tommy #human!wilbur #mentioned borrower!tubbo #mentioned borrower!ranboo #fic #my fic #short fic

[colossal-red]

Tubbee in Tubbox

Chapter: One

Tw: Fear, comfort, a pinch of angst, mentioned vore (none happen) WC: 1800-ish

Guys, I can explain. I finished this before chapter three of TinyHunt- sry.

“Look Phil!” Tubbo froze, he was just flying around France when he tried to get some bread and brought it to a fence post. “Yo Wil, it looks a bit like a bee.” Tubbo turned around and looked into the bright blue eyes of a blonde haired human. Who was WAY too close for comfort, Tubbo was far to paralyzed to even think to scream as the teen wrapped his hand around the bee hybrid.

Ranboo meanwhile was watching this whole ordeal from a window of the bakery that was a couple feet away from where Tubbo was, he really should’ve been doing something, but he’s always been to scared of humans. He watched in horror as Tubbo was taken by the teen and shown to an older blonde and a man with dirty brown hair. “Oh my god, what should I do!” Ranboo was on the verge of having a panic attack, but instead ducked into a crack in the wall to hide away.

Tubbo tried in vain to escape the humans grasp, until he was placed into the hands of another blonde who looked considerably older. Tubbo liked this one a bit better, as they were holding him rather gently, for a human. “Tommy, this is a Tiny,” the human explained to the original human who is apparently named Tommy. “You can’t just go pick up wild tinies or any other animals around any where.” Tommy looked a bit annoyed for a moment. “But Dadza, he looks so cool! Can we keep it?”

Tubbo was alarmed by this, he definitely did not want to be taken by some child. He was tempted to fly away in the direction of his and Ranboo’s home, but he didn’t want to endanger Micheal. With any luck, his Beloved would buzz off and leave him, for Michael. While Tubbo was praying for Ranboo to stay away, Phil had succumbed to Tommy’s will and bought a Tiny jar to keep the bee inside. Tubbo attempted to escape, but a brown haired human who Tubbo hadn’t noticed made sure to keep him boxed in so he could only go into the jar.

Ranboo was busy packing away all their shit, he wasn’t about to let Tubbo be taken away. He was instead going to follow at a safe distance and hopefully get Tubbo out. He thought of leaving Micheal, but decided against it. He instead grabbed the pink haired borrower and flew toward where Tubbo was. He got their just in time to see Tubbo get stuck inside a jar.

He had gotten there a bit too late. He made sure to follow the humans from a safe distance and spotted them entering an airport. Oh god, they had really screwed up! Ranboo tried thinking of any possible way to rescue Tubbo for he was deported out of this country. (Tubbo’s species was from the UK so it was technically the truth.)

He eventually settled that there was no way to do so, he decided that he and Michael would sneak onto the plane. It wasn’t that hard, they ended up hiding in one of those little dining carts that was being loaded onto the plane. Once they were inside it took only a moment for the plane to take off. Ranboo settled in for the long ride hiding in a dark corner of the plane bathroom. As he consoled Micheal, he could only hope his platonic husband was doing alright.

Tubbo whilst extremely pissed was fine, safe even. The teen that had originally found him was holding him in his lap and was inspecting him from behind the glass. “Wilbur, this thing is honestly really cute.” The child conveyed to Wilbur. “Really? Well if we are going to keep. it-“ “Him.” Tommy corrected, “Right, him, then what are we going to name him?”

Tommy thought for a minute, drumming his fingers very annoyingly on the lid of the jar. “How about, Bee Boy? Or BB for short?” Wilbur snorted, “What? Would you name your child, oh I don’t know, Big Law if they looked like they’d be a lawyer?” Tommy looked like he was going red. “Well bitch I’d appreciate if you gave a better idea you prick! Besides, I think it’s a lovely name.”

“Well you’d better take care of them Tom,” Phil chimes in from the back, I don’t want to bury them like we did with Clementine.” Tommy grimaced at the thought, he hated whenever they talked about Clementine. “I thought we agreed not to bring up ✨Clementine✨.” Ah ah ah ah.” Phil corrected, we only said that we wouldn’t unless you got another pet.” Tommy DID turn red at that and was properly pissed off, but Dad was right.

Tubbo in the jar sighed, this would be a LONG flight. But after their conversation subsided, Tubbo thought back to Ranboo and Micheal. If his Beloved had any sense, he’d have stayed and forgotten about him, and raised Micheal. But deep down, Tubbo knew that Ranboo would probably try to find him, he’d just have to hope that in this world where humans eating borrowers was normalized that Ranboo wouldn’t get himself killed…

A few hours later…

Ranboo woke up with a thud as the plane landed, Micheal cooed a bit on his lap as the plane stopped. He’d never bee much of a crier. But there wasn’t any time for Ranboo to sit and eat breakfast, he had to hurry if he wanted to find Tubbo. He hurriedly swooped out of the bathroom and attempted to sneak by the crowds of humans. And oh boy, if humans possessed the ability to smell fear then he’d be certain that every human in a 5 mile radius would turn their head his way.

He eventually tracked them down to a taxi cab, he was already beat from the searching, and now he’d have to keep up with a car! It was too much. But he had to keep going on, for Tubbo, and for Micheal. And did he try, oh he tried to keep his eyes on the car, but eventually he lost them he did catch their names thankfully. Philza Minecraft, Tommy Innit Minecraft, and Wilbur Soot Minecraft. Weird names, but names he needed to know. He’d have to do a bit of eavesdropping, but he swears that he will find Tubbo…

Tubbo meanwhile was being bumped and jostled like a toy as the Taxi went down the streets of London, he didn’t enjoy it, but kept his mouth shut. He was lucky that the young one appeared to want to keep him as a pet and not for a snack. Of course, that didn’t make it any less terrifying. He’d spent the last day worrying about Ranboo and Michael and now that he was actually thinking about his situation, he realized that he was essentially a dead bee sitting.

“Don’t worry little Bee Boy,” Tubbo jumped at the voice of Tommy, “You’ll be safe here with us.” He patted the jar, Tubbo didn’t feel all that safe, but he found some solace in the potential of them not devouring him. Eventually the Taxi rolled to a stop at a house. It was a nondescript house, but Tubbo didn’t get much of a chance to admire the exterior, as he was carried inside. “Hello boys!” A woman’s voice rang through the house as the Minecraft’s headed inside. “Kristin, come we have someone to show you.”

They then proceeded to show Bee Boy to Tommy’s mum blah blah blah, and he was getting bored. “Daaad, I’ll go and show BB our new room.” Phil nodded, “Okay, have fun! And please, be careful with that jar-“ but Phil couldn’t finish as Tommy rushed up the stairs, he was excited to show his little friend his room. He got to the top of the stairs and pushed open his door. “Alright Bee Boy, this is our new room!”

Tubbo wasn’t excited to be the pet of a Child, but at least the room was decent. Their was a bunk bed in one corner, in another a desk, in the final corner directly to the right lay a bay window that showed the backyard and a bit of the street. Tommy went ahead and showed him around his room by laying Tubbo on his desk and pointing. He told him about his favorite YouTuber’s (The Sidemen) and all about their best member. (“Vikkstar, Vikkstar, VIKKSTAR!”) There were quite a few posters of him around the room.

He talked about his YouTube channel where he mainly vlogged his life with his family the Minecraft’s and how he also play’d a game that his grandfather made that was called the same name as their last name. He told Tubbo that he’d have to introduce him to his ‘Vlog Nation” as he called the viewers, and Tubbo had to admit, Tommy didn’t seem like that bad of a kid. Who knows, maybe this whole thing could in fact work out in the end…

Ranboo was lurking around in the airport, hoping that he could find anyone who might be taking about the Minecraft family. He eventually, while taking a break in the park, found a little girl watching a video that looked like The Minecraft’s in Paris. He believes that he has found a lead. He distracted the girl with a shiny object he’d found on the floor and took the iPad from her. She’s left it on the bench, and went back to a haphazardly made nest to analyze the video. He would find Tubbo, no matter the cost.

Philza was wondering what Tommy and Bee Boy were doing up there, he had to pray that Tommy wouldn’t do anything stupid. Alongside that he’d have to make sure that everyone who got near BB knew that he was a friend and not a snack. It would be difficult to have a Tiny as a pet, but he and Kristin would make it work. Who knows? It might bring even more views.

Kristin was just happy that Tommy was happy, and she really enjoyed the idea of having another pet around. Even if a lot of people enjoyed eating tinies…

Wilbur had similar feelings to Kristin. He’d punt anyone who would hurt Bee Boy thus making Tommy sad. No matter how much he teased him, he cared about the little gremlin…

Technoblade, was completely unaware of all events happening, he was trying to find a new house to live in after stowing away on a boat from America. Little did he know that maybe he’s find something more than food in England…

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Well everyone that was Chapter One of Tubbee in Tubbox. And just to clear it up, Ranboo’s journey will be told a bit more in a Side Story.

Oh and @baka-monarch @eiscreme135 @piplove3000 @funtimemoth @squishys-soft-stories

#mcyt g/t #tiny!tubbo #bee!tubbo #bird!ranboo #tiny!ranboo #borrowers #giant!philza #giant!kristin #giant!wilbur #giant!tommy #tiny!micheal #tubbee in tubbox au

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

Ok so I didn’t just binge read all of your Borrower!dream au nope!!! Not me a hahha 😅

Anyways my big question for you is, while all this healing and progress is going on for Dream, what’s Tommy doing?

Does Tommy ever catch wind of Dream being with Sapnap?

If yes, is he plotting to get him back?

Also how did Dream end up with Tommy in the first place?

(Sorry I took so long to ask! Busy day at work lol) thanks for answering and here’s some lollipops 🍭🍭🍭🍭

Thanks for the questions and the lollipops :D

Have some cookies in return 🍪🍪🍪🍪

Okay so, basically, Tommy is not doing anything than stay some days with Tubbo or with his family, Techno and Phil; he doesn't consider Wilbur as a brother because he's a borrower and Tommy sees them as pets or pests.

He does, just because one day Tubbo told him that he stayed with Sapnap and a friend of his named Dream; but he did not tell him that he is a borrower. So, Tommy would plan something to get Dream back, but he remembers what Techno told him and stops, he didn't want his brother and his father to be mad at him.

Dream lived in Tommy's house since he was born, but when he was about to move with his brother to another house, he got lost, and while trying to find his brother, he got trapped by Tommy

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tiny!dream #borrower!dream #giant!tommy #human!tommy #mentioned giant!phil #mentioned giant!sapnap #mentioned giant!tubbo #mentioned tiny!wilbur #mentioned giant!techno #kayla answers #ask #dsmp g/t #beckyu #thanks for the asks :D #borrower!dream au

[pheonix-inside]

Trying to write a song about season 1 c!clingyduo from c!tubbo's pov and desperately fighting the urge to include a lyric about bees bc the word bee would make for an easy rhyme

#look. the whole bee boy thing was cute at first #but i dont really like it anymore lol. at this point i think it's annoying #so i will not make a song about him with a bee motif. i refuse! #the bee stuff is really cute dont get me wrong #but it's already so fluffy and lighthearted i feel like adding on bee stuff would just be going full 'omg tubbo bee boy so cute' #and im not about that #no woobification going on here pls and thank you #i just wanna make a wholesome song (with sadder undertones) about a guy who likes causing mayhem with his best friend #and also a little bit (a lotta bit) of sidekick themes but pls know i dont actually see him that way but as far as i know he sorts does so. #yeah. #idk. #if y'all want i'll share it when im done #my stepdad might be getting a ukulele and i feel like the song would be easy to play on a ukulele so i could borrow it and record it #if y'all really want #i mean i might anyway bc i like it

[galatoma]

The amount of development that the SunnySideUp co-parents had in 2 days of prison alone is crazy. Like:

It started with Charlie and Tubbo acting incredibly divorced (Charlie killing Tubbo for denying him hot cross buns, Tubbo telling Tallulah and Chay to kill Charlie if he tries to hurt Sunny), then it goes to a tentative trust because Sunny told Tubbo that Charlie was really nice to her, then it goes BACK to distrust because Tubbo heard Charlie talking about a murder plot and he thought Charlie meant Sunny, then it goes BACK AGAIN to trust because Tubbo lets Charlie borrow a knife for a murder scheme, THEN they both murder Fit in cold blood, and then Tubbo believes in Charlie enough to assure Sunny that Charlie wants to be her Pop but not enough to say he wouldn't betray them, and then somehow this all escalates to Charlie and Tubbo being only able to communicate via describing the word "chunky", and then also Charlie ate Tubbo's own flesh because Charlie was hungry and Tubbo offered.

There is something deeply wrong with these two and I think Tubbo summed it up very comically with "I'm sorry guys Charlie brings out the worst in me lol"

#qsmp #tubbo #slimecicle

[cyncerity]

How did cranboo Ctubbo get to dating in the store shifter au if one of them cannot understand the other? Very enthusiastic sign language and a lot of squinting?

alright first things first i wanna use this ask to specify that Ranboo and Tubbo are in a QPR!! If you don’t know what that is, it stands for Queer Platonic Relationship, cause I headcanon C!Tubbo is on the aro spectrum and I’m aro so i feel the need to project cause i never see QPRs being talked about lmao. So that’s being added to this au. Also slightly unrelated but in this au (and another dsmp character headcanon) Ranboo is ace 💖

ok back to the actual question so y’know how in the dsmp lore Tubbo married Ranboo cause he was rich and stuff? This. Ranboo isn’t rich or anything, he’s a teenager with a retail job, but hey, any money is rich by borrower standards. Not that Tommy doesn’t buy Tubbo stuff and he doesn’t steal Dream’s stuff (Dream hasn’t met him and Foolish lives next door with Puffy), but he took way more of a liking to Ranboo than he thought he would when he asked Tommy to take him to work with him and now he needs a viable excuse to keep clinging to him. And having an extra human to give him stuff was nice too. Tubbo really looked at this ridiculously tall anxious human and said “that one.”

So anyway, he kinda just…watched him for like, a month. Ranboo would constantly complain to Tommy that he felt like he was being watched, and Tommy would just unconvincingly laugh it off. Eventually tho, Tubbo messed up and ended up stuck on a few higher shelves in the kitchen’s backrooms before closing time. Tommy was talking to Wil and the other employees had gone home, so Ranboo was the only other person near Tubbo, and he just happened to slip and almost fall into the deep fryers that Ranboo was shutting down for the night.

Thankfully Ranboo caught him, but unthankfully Ranboo immediately hid Tubbo from Tommy cause why would he think they knew each other? It took some serious charades and a solid thirty minutes for Tubbo to communicate to Ranboo that, yes, Tommy knew him and he really needed to get back to Tommy cause they live together. Once Tubbo had been returned to a very frantic and panicked looking Tommy who was concerned that Tubbo had been abducted or killed while he wasn’t looking, Tommy ended up explaining this all better and Ranboo eventually put the pieces together that Tubbo was the weird presence of always being watched that he felt at work.

After that, he did his best to communicate with Tubbo, because it seemed like Tubbo really wanted to talk to him, but he couldn’t help that he couldn’t understand him! They tried charades, but they both sucked, so eventually it just turned into Ranboo having one sided conversations that Tubbo would nod or shake his head at. And Tubbo also started bringing him things. Like, little buttons or feathers or cool rocks and leaves, and Ranboo couldn’t say that the gesture didn’t mean something to him. It reminded him of a crow, and he told Tubbo that once, who accepted the comment with pride. But it was still frustrating that they couldn’t communicate. Eventually, he started to notice that even if Tommy would talk to Tubbo normally, sometimes they talked using BSL, which he didn’t even think Tubbo knew, considering Tubbo couldn’t even write (as in, he was completely illiterate and had never even been taught the alphabet cause that’s apparently unnecessary to borrowers) and was also, according to Tommy, probably dyslexic.

Ranboo sought Tommy out to teach him BSL in secret as a surprise to Tubbo. He learned a good bit of basics and almost ever curse word before he decided to start taking online lessons. And on the six month anniversary of meeting Tubbo, he was very happy to finally be able to communicate properly with him for the first time. Of course, his signing wasn’t perfect, and Tubbo’s hands occasionally messed up (Ranboo had thought that Tommy was weird for choosing “fuck” and every iteration of the word fuck to be the first words Ranboo learned, but he was starting to appreciate that now, given that Tubbo said it constantly, especially when he messed up bad enough or had to pause and restart a sentence)(Tommy may have been right about the dyslexic thing but it really wasn’t his business), but it was a start, and it was better than they’d ever had.

As it turned out, he and Tubbo had very similar senses of humor. They talked for hours and hours on end, now that they could, and Ranboo enjoyed every second of it. Tubbo also verbally spoke when he signed and, even if Ranboo couldn’t understand it, he could hear every bit of emotion and emphasis behind the words. He didn’t need to hear the words in order to pick up on Tubbo’s attitude in every conversation they had. Tubbo was a very good story teller, he learned, and his jokes always somehow landed, even if Ranboo couldn’t hear exactly how it was said. He also learned that to borrower ears (and to Tommy), Tubbo had a british accent, and he only learned this because Tubbo made fun of him for being American damn near constantly. Ranboo also learned that he didn’t need to sign, cause Tubbo could understand English just fine, but Ranboo decided that if his hands weren’t busy, there really wasn’t a harm to it. Besides, if Tubbo had to sign to be understood, Ranboo might as well keep practicing just to make sure he didn’t forget anything (or maybe he just didn’t want to make Tubbo feel alienated when they talked, but he could have that debate with himself).

All in all, though Ranboo hadn’t really been expecting it, he couldn’t say he was shocked when the little trinkets that Tubbo would bring shifted from small knick knacks into things like flowers (which Ranboo would usually tuck behind his ear for the rest of his shift) or shiny objects that he knew he’d find pretty or occasionally jewelry he must’ve stolen from the lost and found area, though Ranboo appreciated it nonetheless.

Tubbo came to him on the one year anniversary of their meeting with an actual jewelry box, which was odd, and he opened it to find an intricately woven purple and green braid with a minecraft bee charm and an enderman charm linked on it, a running joke between the two since Tubbo and Ranboo had frequently started having sleepovers at Ranboo’s house and Tubbo had fallen in love with the bees as soon as Ranboo had booted up minecraft, and they’d gotten into an argument about which mob was better. But he also knew what that braid meant. Of course he did, cause he was already wearing one. Purple, green, and red: that was the one on his left wrist. Tommy’s was on his right, and Tubbo wore his as an anklet. They’d made them together as soon as the three had become close friends, and as soon as the cultural significance had been explained to Ranboo. But this one was just for him and Tubbo. That implied that they were something more, and Ranboo knew it. He also found he was ok with it.

Tubbo hadn’t even needed to ask it out loud. He had just been staring the entire time, until Ranboo looped the braid behind his neck and tied it in place, shooting a smile at the borrower. Tubbo grinned like an idiot, before asking Ranboo if they’d be interested in going to the park sometime later that day, just to make it official. Ranboo smiled wider as he signed “it’s a date” and carried on with work for the rest of that day as Tubbo was busy trying to find Tommy and tell him that it all went well.

and yes Tommy was aware of all of this. He bought Tubbo the little minecraft charms cause he thought it was funny as hell and also on a more serious note he’d do anything to help his practically brother at this point. He’d been the one to actually convince him to give Ranboo the necklace, cause at that point Tommy was like 98% sure Ranboo would accept it. It also helped that Tommy knew Tubbo had liked Ranboo since the very fucking beginning, a fact that not even Ranboo knew. Needless to say, he was right there with Tubbo in his excitement when he went to Tommy after the fact, and he couldn’t have been happier for his two best friends.

#took a few days to answer this cause i was trying to keep it short but i can’t do that #physically incapable #cyncerity #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #store shifter au #sizeshifter!sapnap au #giant!tommy #sizeshifter!tommy #tiny!tubbo #borrower!tubbo #giant!ranboo

[pidgedee]

everyone asleep quick post manburg cabinetduo (ft tubbo’s horns growing in and quackity letting him borrow a beanie to hide them for a little while)

#dsmp #dream smp #quackity #tubbo #cabinetduo

[routeriver]

here’s qsmp character names in thai script the pronunciation is the same as english i use their native language pronunciation as a reference also so for funsie i’ll write them in both the proper way of english to thai lexical borrowing and in the way that teenagers/internet would write (long story for next time on why) AND if i’d see some thai person with that name

tldr: the template would be “lexical borrowing” - “internet lingo” - “y/n that i would see this name irl”

English Speakers

BadBoyHalo: แบดบอยเฮโล or แบดบอยฮาโล depends on how you pronounce halo - แบ้ด (just the word bad) - the “boy/บอย” part is actually a common name in thailand

DanTDM: แดนทีดีเอ็ม or just แดน - แดน or แดนทดอ (dan + how you’d pronounce the abbr “TDM” in thai) - dan is a common name

FitMC: ฟิตเอ็มซี or just ฟิต - ฟิต - i’ve never seen anyone with this name but i could see this name popping off in the next generation

Foolish: ฟูลิช - ฟูช like foosh - nope not happening

IronMouse: ไอรอนเมาส์ - ไอรอนเม้าส์ or หนูเหล็ก (literal translation of ironmouse in thai) - NO

Jaiden: เจเดน - เจเดน - i could see some interacial/gen z parents naming their child this

Lenay: เลเนย์ - เลเน่ - i could see it i have a friend named เนเน่ (nené) that’s close i think

Nihachu: นิฮาชู (this is weird asf to write in thai) or นิกิ (niki) - นิกกี้ (pronounced nikki) - yesssssssssss นิกกี้ is somewhat common and it’s cute af

Philza: ฟิลซา or ฟิล - ฟิว - yes? but it wouldn’t be “phil” but something like “fill” or “field” don’t ask why (side note: the za part is a super famous part of thai gamer nametag in late 90s so me and my friend like to joke about phil being secretly thai)

Quackity: แควกคิตี - แคว้กคิตี้ - do i really have to answer this

Slimecicle: สไลม์ซิเคิล - สไลม์สิเคิ้ล or just สไลม์ - naur

Tina: ทีนา - ทีน่า - definitely yes

Tubbo: ทับโบ - ทับโบ้ - definitely not

Wilbur Soot: วิลเบอร์ ซูต - วิลเบ้อ - yeah but the parents have to be so snobby

Spanish Speakers

Carre: คาร์เร - คาเร่ - no

ElMariana: เอลมาริอานา - มาริอาน่า - yes without the el

ElQuackity: เอลแควกคิตี - เอลแคว้กกี้ (elquacky) - ……….

Germán: แฮร์มาน - they will just wrote เจอร์มาน/เยอรมัน like that language german - i could see เยอรมัน “german” being the name

Luzu: ลูธู - they will say ลูซู (lu-zoo) - maybe in twenty years

Maximus: แมกซิมุส - แมกซิมัส (the english pronunciation of maximus) or แม๊กโซ่ (maxo) - แม็ก (max) is a common name

Missa: มิสซา - มิสซ่า - no

Pol: ปอล or พอล idk which is closer - พอล - this is actually hilarious bc in thai/khmer we have the name that spells “pol” too but it’s pronounced more like พล “pohn” as in pol pot

Rivers: ริเวอร์ส - ริเว้อ - yes definitely it’s a beautiful name

Roier: รอแยร์ or รอเยอร์ - รอเย้อ - nope

Rubius: รูบิอุส - รูเบี้ยส - not a chance

Spreen: เอสปรีน - สปรีน (they will pronounce it sa-preen) - don’t think so

Vegetta: เวเกตตา - เวจีต้า or เวจีตา (like how foosh pronounced)- if you want your kid to be bully so yeah (db is also huge here but in like late gen x - early gen y)

Willyrex: วิลลีเรกซ์ - วิลลี่ (just willy) - วิลลี่ yes if you’re wasian

Portuguese Speakers

Bagi: บาจิ - บาจี้ - nope

Cellbit: เซลล์บิต - เซลบิต - no.

Felps: เฟลปส์ - เฟล้ป - i think you could pass it as that swimmer’s last name some people are crazy

Mike: ไมค์ - ไม้ค - is a common name and my cousin’s name is also mike

Pac: แพ็ก - แพ้ค - is a legit name but uncommon

French Speakers

Antoine Daniel: อองตวน แดเนียล - อองตวน แดเนียล - อองตวน (antoine) became somewhat popular in the past year bc there’s a boxer with the same name

Baghera Jones: บาเกรา โจนส์ - บาเกร่า - nope

Etoiles: เอตัวล์ - เอตัว - no but there’s a bakery shop called saint etoile and every time i pass it i always have a picture of cubito etoiles in little twin star costume flashes in my head

Kameto: คาเมโต - คาเมโตะ - naur

Pierre: ปีแยร์ - ปิแอร์ - yes but you need to be wasian or it will not suit your face

Korean Speaker

악어: อากอ - อากอ - i could see it since most people love south korea

#jrrtxt

[ey-there-little-guy]

hello, goodbye, t'was nice to know you

Chapter 1 of 2: Daises - loyalty ; secrets between friends

Tubbo found a borrower in his flat a couple months ago, injured and in need of help. Now that Ranboo has healed it's time for them to part ways. (Unless?)

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finally decided to post this here. this all spawned from a prompt I found on a list by @a-tiny-frog-girl who is very cool 👍 It turned into its own AU haha. Next chapter will be Ranboo POV so that'll be fun ^_^ - cw: mentioned past captivity, past violence, referenced broken bones. tell me if I missed something! -

Tubbo looks away from the borrower that's been in his life for the past couple months, arms crossed over his chest in a way he hopes comes across as casual. "You can leave now. If you want to." He says.

"I-I can?" Tubbo can perfectly picture the way Ranboo looks when they say that; ears perking up, mismatch eyes shining in the light as they actually look up at Tubbo for once.

He shrugs "your arm is pretty much healed, so, yeah. Just— like, don't go straining it and shit."

"O-of course, yeah, mhm." Ranboo says, "and this isn't— you're not going to, like... stop me?" Their voice gets more unsure at the end.

Tubbo's eyes snap back to Ranboo, still standing on the shelf right where he set them, next to the hole in the wall. Their hands fidget with the tuft of fur at the end of their tail, attention still solely on the human.

"Why would I?" Tubbo says, frowning.

"Just— well, because. You, uh, y'know?" Ranboo waves a hand—the uninjured one—around the air between them and Tubbo in the most sweeping, vague motions possible.

Tubbo's frown deepens, "no, I don't know."

Ranboo winces and looks away at Tubbo's response, ears drooping immediately.

Tubbo takes a slow breath in, then sighs, expression softening. He thinks for a moment, trying to understand why Ranboo would ask that and what they're implying.

Ever since they took the makeshift splint off of Ranboo's arm yesterday, the phantom feeling of loneliness has been creeping back up on Tubbo, an invisible clock ticking down the hours, minutes, seconds until Ranboo finally decides to go back to their own life, taking up most of Tubbo's thoughts and causing a hollow feeling in his chest that he tells himself he'll deal with later.

He assumed Ranboo would be excited to finally go back to their normal life inside the walls, they were yesterday and this morning, why would they think Tubbo would stop them? Did they think he would...

Oh.

For a moment, the empty hole in his chest turns into a lead weight that interferes with his breathing.

"Ranboo," Tubbo tries to make the way his arms tighten around himself go unnoticed, aiming for a calm tone, "did... did you think I was going to keep you here?"

The borrower brings their tail closer, the end wrapping fully around one hand. Ranboo doesn't answer verbally, but after a moment, they nod.

The weight doesn't lessen. Tubbo keeps his hands tucked close, taking a deep breath.

"I'm not, I was never going to. You're free to go wherever you want Ranboo. I'm sorry if I made you feel trapped here, I just— it was partially my fault you broke your arm, so I wanted to help fix it." He says.

Ranboo nods as Tubbo finishes, "I-I know. And I'm... I'm really thankful for your help, Tubbo. It's just I've— I guess— it wouldn't be the first time a human changed their mind about, uh, that."

The duo let that statement sink in.

Ranboo looks smaller, if that's possible; uncomfortable, focused on brushing through strands of their tail fur while tension makes their movements stiff. Tubbo doesn't think he's much better, neither of them have ever really talked about things that happened in the past before. Ranboo has never asked Tubbo where his scars came from or why he feels the need to check every locked window and door late at night, and similarly Tubbo has never asked Ranboo why they wake up in the middle of the night gasping for air or why smiley faces make them freeze and go quiet.

(Tubbo did hide all the notes and things with smiley faces away after he noticed that though. Just because they don't talk about their problems doesn't mean they'll disregard things that are clearly distressing to the other.)

But just this once, Tubbo will ask just a little. "Are you saying a human has... refused to let you go, before?"

Ranboo nods.

Again, they're silent.

Tubbo has never been one to react with wild emotions, but that doesn't mean he can't feel the horror and fury broiling deep in him. Time and time again he's reminded just how bad people can be, he almost feels ill thinking of what that could mean for a borrower, someone that can fit in the palm of Tubbo's hand, bones snappable like twigs; what someone like the man that gave Tubbo his scars could do, without consequence because no one even knows you exist—

"...That's fucked up." Tubbo says after a moment.

Ranboo snorts, glancing back up at Tubbo, "is that, like, all you're gonna say?" They ask, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not going to force you to talk about something horrible that happened if you don't want to."

Ranboo's ears twitch, watching Tubbo take a quick breath before continuing.

"Ranboo, I promise I would never do that to you. Okay? You are my friend, and no matter if you leave and I never see you again, or if you stick around and I do, I will never do anything to trap you here." He finishes, watching Ranboo mull the words over.

The borrower sighs, "I guess I just... thought you might change your mind about letting me go like that human did. That human and I weren't— we never became friends, really, but I thought we got along at least, until he, um... yeah." They trail off, shrugging.

Tubbo nods, expression pinched. Despite still knowing practically nothing, it's a start, even if this is his last time seeing Ranboo so they'll never have a chance to continue beyond that.

As if reading his thoughts, Ranboo takes a step back towards the hole in the wall, Tubbo makes no move to stop them, he doesn't even twitch a finger.

"Welp..." Ranboo smiles, crooked and awkward and something else, making Tubbo loosen his stance and smile back halfheartedly.

"You're gonna go?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Tubbo blinks away an itch in his eyes, "it's about time, I guess." He says simply, no real coldness in his tone even as he shrugs.

Ranboo smiles larger, eyes squinting, "that eager to get rid of me huh?"

Not really, you've been the best thing to happen to me since Tommy left, a surprisingly big part of Tubbo admits.

He isn't going to say that though, he doesn't want Ranboo to feel like they need to stay, especially with the reveal they've always been a little scared Tubbo would take advantage of the borrower's small size to make that choice for them.

Besides, Tommy had his reasons; If Ranboo stays, maybe they'll find their own reasons too. So it's better to leave this way, with things left unsaid—a hollow goodbye, maybe, but better than the explosive arguing that was Tubbo and Tommy's last interaction.

"I mean, you do snore pretty loud at night bossman. Can't say I haven't missed my beauty sleep..." Tubbo says, trying to put on a considering face and failing miserably as Ranboo scoffs with their most 'are you kidding me?' expression.

"I am like, ninety-percent sure that you don't even sleep, Tubbo."

"Yeah, because you snore." He repeats.

"You are impossible." Ranboo says, smiling.

Tubbo grins, "thank you."

Ranboo laughs lightly, Tubbo lets it soothe some of his own feelings.

They let the moment linger. Tubbo takes in Ranboo's more relaxed stance, happy he could calm them even a little bit. They're not fidgeting so much with their tail anymore, just loosely holding it close, which is usual for them. Their ears turn and wiggle more freely too, no longer fully focused on one thing but content to listen to whatever draws their attention, something Ranboo wouldn't do if they were still scared Tubbo would do something.

Of course, even then, Ranboo manages to make everything sound like they're in a constant state of anxiety.

"It feels a bit awkward to just walk into the wall with someone watching, to be honest. Um." Ranboo chuckles, brushing one hand through their hair, "not bad awkward, just... Weird?"

"Mhm." Tubbo hums, thinking. "What if we left at the same time? Like—" he steps over a few paces to the arch leading into the kitchen, just down the wall from the shelf "—I'll go into the kitchen, and at the same time you'll go into the wall. Or I could just leave first, I guess." He doesn't want to leave first.

Ranboo shrugs, "the first option sounds okay."

"Cool. Alright then. On three?"

Ranboo nods.

Tubbo readies to start the countdown, but the words get stuck, his mouth stays closed. A few seconds pass, maybe a minute, eventually Ranboo speaks in Tubbo's place, taking a deep breath.

"Uh— one?"

"Two..."

"Three."

Tubbo sidesteps into the kitchen, the shelf with Ranboo on leaving his sight.

He stands there, feeling like he's holding his breath despite breathing evenly. The tile underfoot is cold and seeps into his skin.

Eventually, Tubbo sighs harshly, forcing himself to uncross his arms, resting his hands at his sides. Slowly, he shuffles back into the living-room.

Ranboo is no longer on the shelf.

Tubbo sighs slowly, blinking rapidly a few times. The little hope in him that maybe Ranboo would choose to stay dies, shriveling in on itself like a flower left on the windowsill to dry.

Speaking of, he should really throw those petunias out already.

Tubbo walks past the shelf, across the room to the short hall leading to his room. The wood floor creaks loudly as he enters the doorway.

The room is the same as always; two beds on his right, the closer one fixed neatly and the farther one stripped down to the mattress. His clothes are strung across the floor, figuring out whether they're clean or dirty is a guessing game. The faded dresser at the foot of the empty bed stands against the right wall collecting dust. Directly in front of him is the desk with chipped paint and a rickety folding chair, laptop in place.

To the right of that, in the middle of the wall is the window. It has light gray curtains with little designs and squiggles embroidered into it by hand, the one Tubbo's eyes catch on this time is a very nice cow stitched with brown and white thread in a bottom corner.

He walks over, brushing the curtain to the side to see the windowsill. Just like he left them, a handful of petunia flowers are dried up, not even in a cup or vase. Most of them are red, because of course they are, but a few yellow ones are there too, even if the colors of both are hard to make out when the petals are curled in and dead.

They were very pretty when Tubbo first received them, bright and soft to the touch, even if they were meant more as a 'kinda fuck you'.

Tubbo's never been that big on flower language though, so who knows what exactly Tommy was trying to say.

Now, this is the part where Tubbo grabs them, walks to the bin next to the door and drops the flowers in. There's really no point in keeping dead plants in the flat, just sitting there, it's not like they're something to move on from, Tubbo will find more flowers on his own. Maybe he'll even put those ones in vases, give the flat some more color.

Still, for some reason, it's almost too much effort to raise the hand not holding the curtain open to pick up the flowers. Tubbo blinks down at them a few times, willing himself to anyway.

He scoops the flowers up carefully, much more used to the slower actions after carrying Ranboo so much. The stems feel too light and brittle, Tubbo holds them in a loose fist.

Tubbo sighs, pulling the curtain back in place.

He doesn't go to the bin. Instead he goes to the dresser. He pulls the topmost drawer open and gently places the flowers at the very back of the empty drawer, sliding it closed after. He never used those drawers, and Tubbo is of the belief 'out of sight, out of mind'.

It doesn't work much with people, but oh well.

He climbs onto the stripped mattress and sits in the top corner where the walls meet, leaning against one with his knees under his chin, arms looped around tightly.

There's a hollow feeling in his chest, he said he'd deal with it later and well, Tubbo meant after dinner, but he doesn't feel like getting up to eat anything so there goes that plan to deal with it at all.

Tubbo's eyes, for some stupid reason, start to sting and blur. He tilts his head to press them into his knees, the material of his jeans feels odd on his scars but he's used to it.

He stays like that until he dozes off. If in that time the knees of his jeans become a bit more damp, he'll blame it on a shorter dryer cycle.

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Petunias - resentment; anger / friendship (yellow)

[Chapter 2: Yellow lillies] | [AO3 link]

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#mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #tiny!ranboo #borrower!ranboo #giant!tubbo #dsmp gt #mcyt gt #ey.writing #FFSO au #im happy with this there should be more giant pov of missing the tiny #it's fun weaving in instances of how the giant has changed bc of the tiny like gentler holds 'nd careful movements #then thinking how if the tiny leaves those reminders could stay with the giant long after #would they wonder if the tiny also missing what they had? #i have many thoughts but few words #just wait until i finish ch.2 that one has some Real longing in it haha #nervous to post this tbh but screw it. y'know?