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Two Giant Instinct Driven Twins, and Two Tiny Father and Son Stuck In the Nest (Fake Title game)

Sorry if it looks a bit long

this is so straightforward and i know exactly what you want with this LMFAO (/pos cause i don't have to do much thinking JFDSJ)

OKAY i am gonna go down a different route for this fyi cause why tf not :3

techno and wilbur, two mers that are essentially the apex predators cause like. they are absolutely MASSIVE lmfao. anyway. it's been quiet around the waters lately, nothing too active happening on the surface, which is usually what keeps the two busy when they aren't hunting.

so, when something does happen, they expected to be entertained by a passing ship from human travelers. though, they quickly discover that they were absolutely incorrect and they were met with something far different. two humans---although, were they humans? were seemingly stuck in an abandoned bird's nest that was settled atop an isolated pole in the ocean.

now, techno and wilbur joked about it from afar for a split second, but as a wave crashed halfway up the wooden pole something churned in them, something instinctive. it was a terrible feeling, but they had to do something about it.

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tommy and phil, two borrowers, had recently moved from their old house due to the human leaving, and they were on the lookout for a new place. along their journey, they'd been grabbed from the beach and brought feet above the ocean, soaring over it for miles upon miles until finally, eons later, they were abruptly dropped over a nest. over the ocean.

and to add to their fate, phil had early on spotted two things under the water, clearly watching them just a day after they'd been there. while tommy and him had things to survive off of, they didn't know if it could last enough for survival or be durable enough to fight off whatever was in the water. and to make matters worse, the two things started circling them, adding unnecessary suspense. it drew on for hours, until eventually they were being spoken to. now to fend what they were off.

or..maybe not?

#brickquiries #brickfic titles #orchid brickling #orchid my belovedd #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #t!phil #t!tommy #g!techno

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Fake fic title: You say you trust me but I can smell the fear on you

AHHH i drew something with this title and was like 'ohhh yeah that's where i got the idea!' so WOOOO accept this ghoulboy fake fic <3

ryan had been entertaining the idea of going into the field of physical ghost hunting for a good month or so now. beyond that, he wanted to make it a job. but he could not do it alone. he knows there's a very low possibility that he could scrape enough courage to even step foot into a location with such gruesome history without immediately freezing up.

the only problem was ryan isn't the most social. he has had a few friends over the years, though they were all history or hundreds of miles away.

so, he reaches out to a family member who he knew was able to get a connection for him.

a few weeks pass and he gets a response saying the family member was able to find someone interested. there was only one major problem: they're a minigiant.

now, he doesn't have the best experience with them. for one, they're huge, and he's never interacted with one, except for one year in high school where he had to temporarily attend a hybrid school due to moving mid-year and was teased relentlessly being one of the few humans to attend. so not the best way to be introduced to them.

so, he wasn't thrilled to have a mini-giant as his new partner. especially when the fucker decides to mention he doesn't believe in ghosts! what an asshole! especially provoking them, asking them to murder him?! he couldn't help but absolutely fear every waking second he spent with shane by his side. unfortunately, their show had begun to yield startlingly positive results...

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fake Fic titles:

Behind Glass Doors

Gave My Name to the Devil

Eternal Starshines

Ender of Wars, Ender of Lives

Darling, Why Won’t You Let Me In

Iron Shell

hghghghgh thank you anon these are amazinggg :D this is another one where i have one idea and feel obligated to do the rest right now so brrrr insomnia is helping with my motivation,,,

behind glass doors

karl and quackity had always been infatuated with the idea of being in the city. so, who was sapnap to decline his love's their fantasies?

the three of them had lived pretty far out, only because he liked it that way. and a human had managed to stumble upon him after he'd already found a borrower. he'd found a means to accommodate them quickly. and now he's planning a trip for them!

arriving at the city was easier said than done---it turns out they had been more far off than sapnap had realized and the trek to some kind of civilization hadn't been pleasant. but they got there!

and...immediately something felt off. it was dull, almost ghosted.

until they found their first sign of life, which was unfortunately quite a sight. missing flesh and grimey skin, ripped clothes and an undead look. a zombie. huh.

immediately, sapnap sought shelter for him and the other two in a building, locking the big glass doors that he doubted would be secure, but he hoped it would prove to be better than nothing.

gave my name to the devil

(i might make this an au if someone reminds me)

tommy had never seen techno try to lie. it made sense he was bad at it, considering how witty he was, but he didn't know he was that bad. and on top of it, the lying made tommy more suspicious. he'd lately been taking long trips out of the house, leaving early and coming back at hellish hours. and it wasn't like there was anything interesting to do outside of what tommy was already familiar with, because when there's a village at the bottom of a ravine, it's small, confined, and boring.

and tommy couldn't find his brother anywhere. phil was suspicious too, but he seemed more understanding. but tommy wasn't, because if techno had found something worth living for in this piss-poor town, he wanted to know about it.

so, he snuck off and followed techno. he'd tried before but always got turned around when someone or something distracted him, or he got tired.

but he stuck to it this time.

through the village, the forest, over an excruciatingly high hill that reeked and fit the looks of death (which got him pretty close to turning around because it scared him. he'd never admit that though) and finally, to the end of the ravine. and tommy considered turning right back around because holy shit. at the bottom of a towering rocky wall, there was an opening to a cave with the entrance carved like the mouth of a snake. and techno went in without a fear in his body. what was in there?

he was hesitant, but he hurried on before he lost sight of his brother.

it was dark inside, and he stuck close to the sound of techno's footsteps and the dim torch light.

and when he made it inside, techno was calling out for someone. a dream?

abruptly, startling the hell out of him, something in the shadows moved and appeared the biggest thing he had ever seen in his life. probably even bigger than the walls of the ravine, a naga.

"this is my brother, tommy," techno mentions, casually. techno knew he was here?

giant eyes fall onto him from behind a cracked mask.

"tommy! i've heard of you," the naga says.

techno told this thing about him?

eternal starshines

the sun never rose in wilbur's village. he'd grown up with nothing but darkness. and he had always heard tales of the kingdom with the most powerful of people, ones who set the sun and rose the moon, those who set the moon and rose the sun, those who fiddled with the weather; those who controlled the world. and wilbur, after spending years watching the children of the village sit and learn about the sun, something they'd never see. wilbur hadn't either, and he didn't want to sit with only stories, he wanted to see it. so, he set off on a journey to find this kingdom.

and when he did, through all of his doubts and troubles and awe on the search, he hadn't exactly prepared for it to be half as big as it was. miles and miles of a bustling town that he could barely see, because even though it was long, it was also tall. giant.

but still, he had a mission.

after dashing out the way of giants who wandered about their day without knowing the oddity beneath them, he'd arrived at the front of a palace, the darker of the two, which he'd associated with the moon, which he wanted to set.

while there, he's spotted by one of the giants, who introduces herself as kristin, and explains that there was yet to be a new ruler for the moon as the other had stepped down, and his better bet was to seek out the sun to strike the other end of the deal in the meantime.

and so he did. with the help of kristin's husband, philza, the two arrived at the sun palace and wilbur set off, making a base of operations in the walls and planning to get his deal started.

darling, why won't you let me in?

for eight years, dream and george had known each other, and everything had been fine. and now, the face reveal had done alright, and things were squared away with george coming to america.

but dream had left one key detail out: his size.

sapnap had tried to bargain with dream to tell george, but he disclosed it every time out of fear. he was the only tiny on the server given how rare they were, and he didn't anything to happen.

so, when the time comes for george to finally meet dream, it's quite a reveal.

the car ride was quiet—dream didn't want to make it awkward by having The Conversation within their first moments together.

shortly after they got home and settled in for the night, dream decides to lock himself in his room on a late-night whim.

george discovers this when he goes to find dream in the morning.

#brickquiries #anon brickling #brickfic titles #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt

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I have another fake fic title for you (if you’re still doing them!!)

—I’m too afraid to say bye to you

Do with it what you will!!

hghhhh i'm never NOT really doin' them, it goes in spurts. but what i find funny is you and becky have both sent in fake fic titles "late" since i'm putting more out there. but i'm clearing out the ones from two, three months ago FVDFSJV

but ANYWAY thank you!! maybe when i finish clearing them out i'll rb again. fake fics are always a treat to have on-hand when i'm bored :]

i'm too afraid to say bye to you

george and xd's relationship had always been something special, even if it had costed george his conscious in his own reality.

on a particularly rare request, george woke up in a bed on the smp. it had been months, maybe even years since he'd been back there, and when he stepped outside he saw how time had ruined their world. what still stood of the origins barely looked familiar any more. the community house was overgrown with weeds and the flowers around the lake had been wilted.

unsatisfied, george wanted to go back. he doesn't listen to the sounds of a distant and rather jarring alarm as he drifts back to sleep.

awaking back into xd's realm, though still troubled with wanderlust, he asks to be taken to a place something reminiscent of the early days of their world.

and when he does, he's startled to find he's woken up in something....well, he doesn't know where he is. it's dimly lit, something that looks like a candle in the very corner fading in and out of power. but, it doesn't exactly look real.

after some exploring, george finds an opening in the space and steps out into a living room. but, decidedly, it's not right. it's towering above him.

he's about to return to xd's realm before he finds something strangely familiar. to dots and a lanky smile. on a shirt. dream?

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it's been a few hours. george went back to the walls to see if anything else in there belonged to dream.

after a while, he gave up and left. he travels across the home (?) and finds a kitchen, but stops dead in his tracks when he hears something. something loud, which startles him into hiding into the shadows of an overhanging kitchen counter.

as something comes into view, two socked feet shaking the ground he stands on just inches away, he directs his eyes up and catches sight of none other than dream. though, his scars are gone and he looks younger. he looks healthy. pale, but healthy.

--

over the course of the next few hours, george has kept sleep away and adjusted to this interesting reality. he finds that he can go an entirely other direction in the walls, which has him find the top of the counter, where an obscured ladder hidden behind a....something scales into the cabinets where he begrudgingly grabs a snack to soothe his hunger. or, maybe that's nerve churning in his gut.

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days had passed. george has adapted to the reality, and has put off sleep. he's always been able to.

he watches dream, a lot. he forgets to do other things, he'll often sit on a bookshelf and watch the man for hours, taking in how happy he looks. well, he doesn't look tip-top condition, but he looks worlds better than he did in the smp.

he gets a little jealous, truth be told. he can hear dream yell sapnap's name, or tommy's, bad's, sam's, ranboo's, everyone's name but his. he got a little jealous. he questions how xd considered this to be up to his request. but, he persisted, because he knew he'd never get this version of dream back

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sapnap moved in. he hadn't been expecting it, but when he did, it was absolutely startling. probably because the way he learned it was when sapnap opened a cabinet that just so happened to be the cabinet he was in, they saw each other.

now george couldn't be secret anymore.

but, it was nice to see sapnap.

sapnap didn't think the same- actually, he had no idea who george was. and when dream came, he didn't recognize george nor remember their past either.

but that didn't matter, the three of them blossomed a nice trio, and before long he was being introduced to dream's apparent supporters, all...millions of them.

he helped dream with a game called "minecraft", and helped with recording. he got his own camera, too.

things started to feel like then, the three of them and even dozens of them laughing together as they build and explore.

george realizes how xd found this a suitable fit.

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george hadn't slept in days, and though it works for a while, it gets to him. he sets his intention very simple: he doesn't want to return.

but, somehow he always does.

and he see's xd, who draws up small talk before sending him back.

back to a reality where dream, the real dream, is shaking him awake, wearing a bright orange uniform. now, the prison bell is louder than ever.

had two ideas for this, morphed 'em :D

sorry this is so long lmfaooo

#brickquiries #brickfic titles #sloth brickling #sloth my beloved \o/ #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #g/t #gt #t!george #g!dream #g!sapnap #i LOVE george experiencing other realities via xd so much you have NO idea. “good morning george” or wtv it was called literally had me #in a chokehold

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If you lay a finger on them... (FAKE FIC!!!!)

i was gonna do sbi for this but i have a better idea that involves an old au i'm never gonna write!

tommy is a tiny avian who lives amongst two other tinies in a botanical garden, the three of them serving as research for a specific group of staff that works at the gardens, but also as a surprisingly good way to get more money by promising them to be an attraction.

he's never really bothered interacting with humans, because on the rare occasion where he's seen, humans loose their mind and make an absolute fool of themselves. so he sticks to hiding under statues, in the walls of buildings, amongst patches of flowers, and in the skies. everywhere where he can avoid conversation and if possible even being seen.

he was doing just that one fateful day, when the evening rush of people finding their way either out of the gardens entirely or to the food court and he was planning his multi-daily trip to visit quackity, one of the only staff members he tolerated alongside niki, jack and occasionally aimsey if the mood struck right.

but, when he lands on a beanie that from above looked correct, but he finds out painfully quick that it was not in fact quackity and instead wilbur, one of the staff members that he absolutely dreaded and fucking despised alongside dream.

wilbur mistreats him to a tea and makes sure that he knows he isn't welcome in the gardens and especially nowhere near him. and despite tommy's explanation, he's still gripped painfully tight as he's carried back to wilbur's office as some type of punishment.

he stays there, held prisoner in terrible condition that wilbur doesn't seem to treat, until quackity comes along and notices tommy.

at the sight, quackity threatens wilbur and cue psycho-competitive tnt dynamic that becomes an everlasting battle with tommy right smack in the middle of it all.

#brickquiries #froggy brickling #froggy beloved :^) #brickfic titles #sorry this doesn't exaaaclty fit #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #t!tommy #g!quackity #g!wilbur

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I’m a little late but fake fic titles if you would still like them :3

Questionable actions and a carrot

A piece of cake

Your no*1 fan

In a figurative and literal sense

All mine

Can you tell I wanted to be obscure? :3

agh. very obscure i love it :D i got an idea for one of them and now feel obligated to do all of them at once before i bury them in my drafts,,,,,,

questionable actions and a carrot

lately, wilbur'd seemed stressed. tommy understood, with the struggles of holding independence for l'manburg, he new the ruler would be stressed. so he wanted to offer his condolences and try to help his leader out.

after trading with ponk and sam and everyone else who was willing to help him, he finally had it: a shrinking potion.

shrink wilbur, force him to rest. that was his plan.

while he couldn't cook, he knew niki could, and tommy had immediately sought her help. reluctantly she agreed and the two organised a picnic/pot-luck type event for the recent winnings of their nation.

only thing was, niki and tommy had made stew and mixed in the potion to wilbur's portion.

in the end, wilbur wasn't exactly happy. but tommy did make sure to shut him up pretty quickly (he stuffed him in his pocket, gave him a shrunken carrot to calm the tiny, and went about his day)

a piece of cake

dream doesn't know why he stopped ghostbur from inviting the people to tommy's party, or why he'd sent the ghost off into the wilderness on top of it. maybe somewhere in the back of his mind, he didn't approve of it and thought it to be too friendly for an exile. or maybe he just wanted tommy to himself. he'd never exactly hated the kid, sure he was annoying, but he offered excitement. and lately their shared moments where he didn't have to fight for some quality time was pretty great. so maybe that's why he's here, standing in front of the nether portal, waiting for the motivation to go through.

when he does, the tiny is there already, sitting on the beach by the table he'd set up with dream just a few days before.

the two got into a pretty quick argument thanks to tommy's constant bickering and irritable self. but dream pulls the evening together pretty quickly. he'd made a small trident for the kid and had the cake that tommy had made. and the day ended with tommy eventually falling asleep in the crook of his neck. he wouldn't admit it, because tommy would've fucking killed him (both of humiliation and anger), but he'd left logstedshire and kept the tiny in his mouth for the time being. he had covered up his guilt surprisingly quickly.

your no*1 fan

tommy had heard many rumors of a famous leviathan hybrid that roamed the oceans just outside of the town, and he was determined to find it. he'd tried since he was a kid, just six years old trying to sneak a boat away without paying for it. sometimes it'd work and he'd sail around for a couple minutes before getting caught. he'd made a deal with the owner of the boat shop though after a while: if tommy promised to help search as often as he could, there wouldn't be a word about his stealing to his family. ever. and after a while, tommy grew out of the deal and he and quackity became good friends, and phil and wilbur knew all about his adventures with him.

tommy even got his own boat!

eleven years had passed and tommy was growing hopeless. at his core, he always believed in "karrohaird", but maybe he was too awesome for tommy.

until his very last outing, where he'd decided to go earlier and pass the time by fishing.

the area had been empty for a while, and he hadn't caught a single thing.

and when he did, he was surprised to find something that was very much not a fish. karrohaird. but...much smaller than he'd ever expected. immediately, he emptied a jar he'd collected shells in and swiped it in the sea, put the mer in, and sealed it as tight as he could. holy shit. he'd finally found the monster he'd spent years looking for.

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technoblade had seen the bottom of the same boat for years. the human seemed more eager than any other child or adult he'd ever seen. and him, being a sizeshifter, decided he owed it to the kid. but just because the fish had all fled at his arrival and he was bored he thought this way.

in a figurative and literal sense

(VERY MUCH BASED OFF OF "FIELD NOTES" BY OWL CITY)

also please get why i made the scavenger/tiny wilbur. please. i will cry if you don't. this is the entire purpose of the fake fic /vlh

technoblade was just starting to build a life in the overworld, trying to find first a job, which had proven difficult. on his way home, he had gotten distracted by a skeleton that must've wandered too far out of the woods. his instincts yelled at him to follow after it and kill it, which led to him abandoning his car to chase after the thing, who had seemed surprisingly vulnerable and scared of the sudden attack.

he chased it through the fields, and right into a water-filled ditch. despite the inconvenience of being soaked, he still killed the thing and found his way out of the ditch after deeming satisfactory from the way his voices calmed instantly.

on his way out, he noticed something shimmering in the setting sun.

curious, and his voices whirring again at the sight, he dug in the mud until he found the source: a rather elegant old box with jewels dotted across and intricate lines. it looked beautiful. and something, not just the hint of gold, drew him to it.

when he opened it after much struggle, he found a scavenger. one of the rarest and most valuable things in the dimension. it was infinitely small, drained-out looking and curled up in the corners of the box. it's brown curls obscured what he could only imagine to be a soulless and tired face.

all mine

so what if he sold a little bit of drugs? why was he of all the murderers and assholes in the prison sent to the scp foundation to serve as bait for these fucking monsters?

first off, this technoblade guy was rude as shit, and he'd immediately thrown him in a cell with a bunch of other poor class d's who didn't know what they were getting into. neither did quackity, to be fair, he just knew it was bad.

and now he's being handed off to a scientist named wilbur who was almost eager to send him off to conduct tests with an scp, who apparently was friendly but also very much not (wilbur's words, not his). it had similarities between 999 in looks. but that still didn't calm him down.

when the time came, he was shoved into a room with what had to be a fifteen foot tall glob of green slime. he was told never to smile around it, and then spent the evening doing just that. the slime was friendly with him, and apparently as it was new even wilbur was blown away by the fact that it could have a simple conversation with quackity.

and unfortunately quackity felt fond of it.

so he'd left, then came back the next day ready to start more experiments. until the thing made some comment that had been so simple it made him laugh, which made him smile.

and now, he's encased right in the middle of the incoherent body of slime.

eee im very slowly getting into the scp stuff so i thought it'd be cool to make a fake fic out of it :D

#brickquiries #becky brickling #beckyu my beloved <33 #brickfic titles #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t

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Oh oh fake fic

Through my broken heart

should i take this in a literal sense? absolutely. will i also make it karlnap for ya? abso-fucking-lutely !!! :D

also cw for character death!

through my broken heart

being immortal was rough. he thought it lovely when he first found sapnap, a timid young kid that he'd met at a similar age one day. karl had promised to keep sapnap safe, already having had been burdened with immortality at five.

the two built a little hideout in the forest to share their problems with and simply exist together in. it was deep in the forest, almost half-underground.

as they grew, their roles swapped. sapnap grew out of his fears and always turned to face them, while karl couldn't care to try and do anything anymore, because he knew there was never any danger. and sapnap always lightened his mood, so the two were easily inseparable.

only thing was, after they were about thirteen, sapnap started growing. considerably quickly. not your run-of-the-mill puberty-growth, like they'd suspected.

by the time he was fifteen he stood almost fifteen feet above karl.

he never minded, though, because still, he didn't care about most things.

and they grew even older, and sapnap taller. karl barely exceeded his finger by the time he was deemed tall enough for the universe.

karl stopped aging in his twenties and kept his looks forevermore. meanwhile, sapnap stopped growing in his late-twenties and kept that height.

although not legally binded in any way, they got married, and grew old together. or, sapnap grew old while karl kept young and healthy.

and then sapnap died.

and years later, when he'd tried to forget about love. even after many worthy candidates had approached him, he'd kept the relationship friendly.

decades pass, and karl finds himself wandering through a forest that felt distantly familiar.

and there, was a rather large structure that was half overgrown.

he recognized it as a carcass; bones that made up a skeleton barely shown through the foliage.

and only one that big and human could've been......

and as he breaks through the scaling vines and goes to search, where in the heart cavity was the sloppily-made entrance to a now distant memory of a clubhouse built a century ago, where everything seemed frozen in place.

took the ball and ran with it for this one. i tried to format this different since i know you like thieving fake fics ;3

#brickquiries #squishy brickling #squishy my beloved ^^ #brickfic titles #mw #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #dream smp g/t #t!karl #g!sapnap #cw character death

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You didn't ask, but I'm giving you this to marinate in your inbox :3

Line prompt: I see you through the hourglass, but you can't hear me scream. I'm desperate for air. Just. Let. Me. OUT!

or

Fake fic title: To trust is a bottle full of lies

Do as you see fit. Whether you ignore these, do both or even delete them, just have for the inbox fun times :3 Brain was like: mmmm have prompts related to seeing through glass lol

ahhghghgh this is sosoossoos oldddd ,ggfmmbnf im sorry :v

ANYWAY okay. i will do the fake fic title but i LOVE the line prompt !!!

taglist: @local-squishmallow (KARLNAP)

to trust is a bottle full of lies

therapy was...working, technically. a certain breakup had left him in shambles, and with a lonely summer, he'd fallen into a thick depression. then he made an effort to fix it, and he was suddenly being handed a subscription for something one day and he felt that things got a lot better. sapnap wasn't thrilled about being given pills, but once he discovered that they were in fact, not pills, but a borrower—which he quickly learned had been an oddly soothing remedy to depression, according to his therapist and a record of a lot of other people. karl didn't seem like a bad idea. so, he did as the borrower instructed; stored him, (which was something he didn't even know he could do until he was being told to do it), for a few hours and let the....feeling of protecting someone do the work. and strangely, it did. he felt nicer. time grew on, and sapnap got to know karl a little bit more, and...felt a little more fond, (was that blush on him?), over him the more comfortable they got with one another. sapnap felt...much better, to say the least. but, unfortunately, and much to his surprise, one day, karl was saying something about their last few days together. apparently, the prescription was only for a limited time, like a test run. if he wanted another supply, he'd have to be given another one at random, and apparently the chances of getting karl again were low. why hadn't karl told him this?!

sapnap doesn't have very good luck with love

also, get it, like...."a bottle" refers to the pill bottle he thought he was getting. aha. im not too clever qvq

#brickquiries #brickfic titles #becky brickling #beckyu my beloved <33 #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #t!karl #g!sapnap

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Flesh and Blood!!! (fake fic)

hmhmhmhmhmhmmmmmmmmmmm i gotta try and get a charlie narrative worked out mhmhmhmhmmm

flesh and blood

slimecicle, (hand-picked name, mind you), had never had a physical form. well, yes, he was a puddle of slime which one could argue was a vessel for his 'soul', but it never felt like anything. he saw people go by day after day, with their bodies full of blood and bones that he didn't have. he couldn't even try to have those. he spoke in low gurgles and goops and wasn't anything but a pile of slime used for the occasional entertainment of passing people. the only problem with his existence is that...he couldn't stop existing. he could barely move, no matter how hard he thought about 'walking'. but, eventually, he did get somewhere. somewhere with flashy lights that built up as he tried to pass through a forest—and, woah, when did the forest become a desert!? and when he neared the edge of the forest-turned-desert-turned-city, he turned around. because he thought he should settle down. and he considered talking to the person who made the climate change so drastically. and so, he, (oh-so-slowly), trails the length of the strip of land, his slime-pool of a body making things really difficult. like, who throws an arrow at slime ?! eventually, he locates someone leant against a railing of a fountain, looking oddly put-together. this must be the one responsible for the forest-turned-desert. and so, he introduces himself. or, well, he did in his head. he just doesn't think it translated outside of 'goop gurgle ggggr' ignoring that, it seemed to work, because now he's trapped in a glass cage in the man's office-looking room. and days pass, where he listens to this 'quackity' talk, and he responds occasionally, even when quackity's talking to him is obviously one-sided. slimecicle tried, give him that. everything seemed normal. except, well, one day, he was sitting in the cage, a pool of slime, and the next day, he felt oddly confined. and when he looked, he was half-limbs. human limbs....what? another day passes as he talks to quackity, one could argue bonding with the man, and the more he feels confined, and the more tan he is. he's covered in skin by a week. and that's not the only problem, he's outgrown his initial size, as in, he can no longer fit in the cage and quackity is frantically hiding his fifteen-foot human body, (which probably hasn't finished growing) somewhere that the public won't find him on the country's debut.

this is rlly silly. i love dapduo <3

basically the more attached slime is to someone, the more human he becomes cause he's reflecting what he see's in quackity. so technically, if a wolf came up to him and adopted him, slime'd turn into a wolf. idk why he's growing sm tho, maybe he want's to protect his buddy :D

#brickquiries #brickfic titles #froggy brickling #froggy my beloved :^) #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #t!slimecicle #t!quackity #g!quackity #g!slimecicle #!!!!!!!!!! i LOVE THIS ONE SMMMMM #i got this kind of story as a prompt too so there will be more of this after i'm done with my tumblr prompts !! :33

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With you (Without you)!!!! (fake fic)

fakeficfakeficfakeficfakefic !!!! (i love them when the idea comes immediately ^_^)

with you (without you)

being an outie borrower served its challenges, but wilbur eagerly accepted them. he was doing fine. until a little girl decided to accidentally stumble upon his nook at the bottom of a tree and started leaving things there for the 'fairy in the tree', which wilbur absolutely despised. human children could kindly fuck off. so, the next time the girl came around, wilbur revealed himself to tell her that he was in fact not a fairy, and was not interested in her gifts. (he had consumed all the food she left him and used a few things as decoration or made them into something useful) the girl just insisted, and despite the fact that she clearly was upset that fairies didn't exist, she still welcomed borrowers with open arms, much to wilbur's distress. days pass, and despite how much wilbur wants her to go away, her gifts and little notes that she leaves by the tree every time she goes away for a trip or for the night. and then, wilbur can't help but write back his notes for when he was on the go. they chatted, and the girl, (who had introduced herself as an orphan who lived nearby in an orphanage, nameless but nicknamed by wilbur as 'tallulah' after a careful selection), brought more and more stuff, some beneficial, some to show off, some to pass the time, anything she could get her hands on. wilbur couldn't help but start to feel parental over her, like when he see's her drift a little too close to the nearby pond or when he hears the rustle of nearby predators.

idk if this makes sense. not my best work ,, the title doesn't rlly make sense to the response but ehghghhhh it's worth it to get it out of my askbox /lh

#brickquiries #froggy brickling #froggy my beloved :^) #brickfic titles #qsmp g/t #qsmp gt #t!wilbur #g!tallulah

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Fake Fic Titles:

Eat My Heart Out

God I am Coming Up There

Last Sight of the Sea

i feel motivated to doooooo one of these. i only have the ideas for one. forgive me spspsp

god, i am coming up there

he left his godhood behind. what's a man to ask if not for his freedom to tend to potatoes and turtles all day? at first, everyone up above had seemed chill with his stepping down. but, now, it's seemed like the universe was against him. weather has destroyed most of his crops, his disloyal horses somehow got the strength to break out of their pens, and for some reason, all of his gapples were gone. and who controls all these things? the gods up above. it wasn't hard to get the message: they wanted to see him. and if it meant he got his retirement back, so be it. when he got up there via a portal that he was given easy access to, (which he assumed was extra easy considering that they clearly wanted him to find his way), he arrived in the land. just, significantly smaller, which he was not anticipating, which also almost had him go into cardiac arrest when he was swept from the floor and into someone—philza's—hands. once he relaxed, he was told that techno was very much needed, not up in the god's world but down in the mortal's world again, because someone, (who he easily caught on was dream, an old god friend of his), had accidentally released prototypes to a species that was absolutely not meant to be out yet, and he needed to team with, (yep, he guessed it), dream, (god of life), down back in the mortal realm to catch the known existing creatures.

this is my favorite thing ever i will be thinking about it forever and ever. maybe draw a bit of it HMMMM

#brickquiries #brickfic titles #anon brickling #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #t!techno #t!dream #g!phil #g!dream #g!techno #<- (eventually for rivals)

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I need to have a word with you (fake fic title!!!!)

>:)

wow. like five months later and i have not forgotten the context to this. but i mean agh what's a consequence if not an opportunity for content? :)

i need to have a word with you

dream was growing increasingly more worried for the safety of the little-giant kid that kept lingering around the village.

for one, while despite the fact that he was young, he was still considered a giant.

and for two, dream wasn't exactly convinced he was human...?

maybe a hybrid of something else, but still, something that definitely would raise warning from the village executives—who would only call for a larger investigation into the poor kid, and lead to something dream wasn't keen on thinking about.

dream doesn't personally know the giant per se, but he does know that he's (tried to, at least) been more helpful to him than anyone ever has, most likely. if his homestead by a human village had anything to do with it.

he's made sure to try and do everything in his non-violent power to get him away.

and when it didn't get through to his underdeveloped mind, he set off to give him a warning.

he slipped out of the village grounds easily (it's not like he had any duties to carry through) and went off to the kid's den(?). he was there, as suspected.

and...he was considerably larger than he'd hoped (how tall was this thing going to become?), but he wouldn't let that get to him. he'd overheard enough conversations about giants and have seen too many bloodsheds of actual giants to sit back.

when the giant catches sight of him, it's nothing like he expected. at most, he expected an outlash or a capture. but it looked scared.

the fur that intertwined with it's bare skin stood and it's tail flicked nervously.

it was scared of him?

well he had released much worse upon it for many days at a time, dream couldn't be surprised.

but how could it not...know it's strength?

after a while, a painful while of repetitive 'it's okay's and 'i won't hurt you's, the thing came around. sort of. enough for him to try and talk to it.

they exchanged names (though boo wasn't very promising, if anything it sounded like a nickname. but who was he to judge?) and dream began explaining why he was there by cutting straight to the chase: he was going to die if he didn't leave.

endersmileduo is so lovely :D<3

#brickquiries #froggy brickling #froggy my beloved :^) #brickfic titles #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #dream smp g/t #t!dream #g!ranboo #i could've done more for this but i kinda backed into a narrow corner where anything i added would've made it excruciatingly long #but i still like the thought of ranboo taking care of some random half-human-giant-toddler <33

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Fake fic title!

If the shoe fits.

These fake fic titles give me english lit vibes 😂

i had this idea last night (3 am ideas lets gooo) and frantically searched all the titles i got to see if any of them fit, and this was the closest :D i rlly want to write this sdjfsj

if the shoe fits

the gods have always had a backup plan. a place to hide in the events that things upstairs go to shit. nothing like a bunker, they knew they'd be too vulnerable there; easily found and overthrown by the wrong person. they wanted a person to give them their protection. with their godly abilities allowing them to manipulate their size in any way, it seemed foolproof. and in the case where things go to shit again, they can go to more desperate measures.

they couldn't just choose any human, though. an old prophecy declares that the one they seek must have a feature that physically resembles each god.

things were very much about to go to shit, and they had yet to find their vessel. so, desperately, they ordered a person from their world, wilbur, to find one.

wilbur enters the world as a giant, which makes things difficult, but his determination was strong. he finds that the gods have given him the ability to shrink down, and he uses it to find his way into the life of a high-schooler, just so he can get to his target easier: a blond kid with a terrible temper. but he fits the requirements.

now, how to use his abilities on tommy to try and reason with him that he'll be the new guardian for three tiny gods?

#brickquiries #graci brickling #graci my beloved !! #brickfic titles #(mm new tag how we feelin'? :D) #might write this it sounds cooool #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dram smp g/t #dream smp gt #t!tommy #g!wilbur

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fake fic titles (ask game !!)

okay so what if this is like my millionth time setting up an ask game? i love getting asks, shut up

and also i absolutely love coming up with ideas so i HAVE to do this

AND also also, i didn’t celebrate my 100 followers so now i have to. also i’m almost at 120 which is literally insane i’m so hype ty to every one of you lovely people 💕

anyway,,,,,

literally just give me a fake fic title. 

or it can be a word, whichever or BOTH or multiple or whatever you want :D i just wan tto come up with ideas instead of working on my own lmfao

#brickquiries games #(again) #100 followers #116 followers technically #im a little late shhh #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #g/t #gt #tbh becky gave me this idea #she really is lovely for sparking post ideas #anyway she gave me a list of words and i came up with a oneshot/au idea for them and i had a lot of fun doing that so i need to do that now #>:D #no i don't need to work on my secret santa..........whaaaat that's crazy #brickfic titles #writing

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Fake title

Barnyard boys

i think my mind went to techno cause of goose's au with techno as a tiny farmer. anyways have this! maaany apologies for the wait ajdsjds

okay so tommy and tubbo are REALLY close, like tommy is easily considered part of tubbo's family and vise versa,, anyway, tommy is invited to a trip with tubbo where they go away to puffy's land/farm and just get to hang out with her and be around the farm helping out cause idk. maybe puffy is lonely djfsj

tubbo and tommy aren't thrilled with the idea of going there over their ONE break from school, but once they get there they COMPLETELY change their mind because they're kids, they find things to do easily. creative things. swinging from ropes in a storage barn into a pile of hay, "speedrunning" their chores, etc. etc.

little do they know that the only reason they haven't died while doing these extremely dangerous activities (some of them include fire, traps, weapons, and so many other things), there's been a little borrower following after them making sure that they don't get into too much trouble (moving things out of the way, picking up after their antics (he tells himself that it's borrowing and he isn't going soft), etc. etc.) while also making sure that he pulls some stunts on them. just some.

and idk maybe at one point their paths cross

#brickquiries #brickfic titles #smog brickling #smog my beloved >:] #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #t!techno #g!tubbo #g!tommy

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Too dark for hope, too light for despair!!!! (fake fic)!!!!

this is ranboo. it just simply is. but i have been staring at this for almost two months now wondering WHAT THE HELL to write for this aghhh

uM UH UHHH

he had failed tubbo as a minutes man, he'd disproven his loyalty; tubbo and the others had found out he gave back technoblade's armor, and he was essentially fired. or exiled. he couldn't really tell. anyway, he'd fled back to the walls of new l'manburg---more specifically phil's house, who was noticeably still on house arrest when the two crossed paths as ranboo was caught sitting by the open windows looking down onto the nation. he was hopeless at this point.

but, phil was always a good remedy for that. and with nothing else to do, the two of them managed to strike up a rather fond conversation, where the borrower just explains everything that led up to the loss of his job.

by the end of it, phil seemed pissed. not at him, probably not at least. just....he was angry.

with this, phil calmed himself down and offered to calm ranboo down as well, with the good 'ole solution called a storage.

and by the next morning, he was already out and woken up to phil's relentless pacing in the house. questioning it, phil explained his new idea. one that involved ranboo, technoblade, and a lot of minor terrorism.

it was tempting, so tempting that he gave in with the side of chaos, like a lot of people did around the smp.

tbh i could've taken this somewhere. who knows maybe i'll update it. originally i was gonna have it move onto techno but uhh my creativity is really down rn. but still ig it fits a lot. and DAMN this fft was so ranboo-coded mannnn

#brickquiries #brickfic titles #froggy brickling #froggy my beloved :^) #tw vore implication/mention #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #t!ranboo #g!phil