#g!sapnap

[skullsnbruises]

Doodles bc tired and bored

Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix

#posts by sunny #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #mcyt vore #dsmp vore #sunnys art #t!skeppy #t!karl #g!sapnap

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

I'm out of ideas so, I just drew something random :]

TW: Implied Mouthplay

Almost forgot the taglist lol

@local-squishmallow @brick-a-doodle-do

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #safe vore #soft vore #probably later lol #tw implied vore #tw implied mouthplay #giant!sapnap #giant!george #tiny!dream #g!sapnap #g!george #t!dream #kayla draws #kayla's drawing

[brick-a-doodle-do]

karlnapity noms, you want a weirdly specific oneshot idea, you’ll get it:

Sapnap’s a pred, Quackity’s a tiny avian or something, and Karl is just a human.

Sapnap noms Quackity a lot, but Karl can’t nom him and is starting to get a bit jealous of the time the two of them spend together without him.

Sapnap and Q feel really bad about this, so they come up with a plan to help Karl feel more included!

Whether this is, like, Karl shrinking and getting nommed with Quackity, or Karl somehow safely nomming Q for the first time, or something else entirely, is up to you! I’m just a sucker for karlnapity noms lol

mmm hello! this is four months old but let's just move past that! :D

i guess i probably should've included quackity just a tiny bit more and treated him less as a side-character with early-days personality,, BUT STILL!

we will abide

words: 2789

cw: vore (sfw, nsx), brief jealousy (but i wouldn't count that as a cw tbh,,,)

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Karl watched. He laid across the couch with his arms folded under him, holding his head up on the couch arm. He studies how his soon-to-be-husbands embrace their drastic size difference. It’s adorable, Karl admits, though he can’t stop jealousy from flaring in his gut. He frowns at how gentle Sapnap is with Quackity, and how Quackity leaned into Sapnap’s limbs that fit him nearly perfectly. Karl fell between the two’s sizes, and sometimes it felt like he was too large or too small. Karl was of course grateful for how Sapnap did try and satisfy Karl by attempting the same things he tried with Quackity, though more often than not it would end up uncomfortable for the both of them. 

It had been passable for a while, until Sapnap had grown instincts. Quackity was small enough to be stored, and Karl was decidedly not.

Karl, after seeing Sapnap’s, had also developed instincts. Not so much over Sapnap, instead for Quackity. But, with Quackity up to his shin, it didn’t really work out the same way. And plus, a human like him didn’t have the interior to suit a tiny.

They still loved Karl in other ways, but it was deflating to see them have such a natural relationship with each other and not have to overthink it all.

“Karl,” Sapnap said, eyes on him. Karl looked up with half-lidded eyes and yawned. Quackity was curled up in the crease of Sapnap’s neck, sound asleep. Karl’s eyes softened at the sight, and his gut churned and protested.

“Hm?” Karl hummed, shuffling so he was sitting up. Tire lulled at him, but jealousy was prominent. 

“Are you okay?” Sapnap adds swiftly. The mini-giant shuffles up, his head kept at an awkward angle to avoid disturbing the sleeping avian. Karl’s heart flutters and he grips the crack between the couch cushions.

“Yeah, I think.” 

Sapnap carefully stood up and walked around the coffee table to sit down on the mini-giant accessible side of the couch. His struggle to keep Quackity secure lightened Karl’s mood slightly, though his slowly-growing grin fell as he heard Quackity faintly groan into Sapnap’s skin and tighten the ball he curled himself into. Sapnap props his arm on the higher couch cushions that were specifically for Karl’s human size and Karl strides there, only losing his balance a few times to the unstable surface. “I guess you don’t look well,” Sapnap remarks. Karl shrugs and tugs on the maroon sleeve of Sapnap’s hoodie before using it to ascend to his shoulder, where Quackity is.

“I was just–woah–you guys were being romantic,” Karl says, steadying himself. Sapnap stays still and watches Karl from the corner of his eye, just in case.

“You’re saying you’re jealous?” Sapnap asks, and Karl shrugs.

“Yeah.” Karl stops moving and looks at Sapnap, who in return has turned his head and is looking at the soft brunet with gentle eyes. Karl nearly lets go at the sight. “I’m telling you though, I’m fine.”

Sapnap’s hand appears behind him and forcefully pushes him the rest of the way to his shoulder. Karl gets situated, then gently slides Quackity—who looks positively awake and asleep at the same time—onto his lap. His wings flutter slightly and Karl stays wary of them while he leans into Quackity’s body and Sapnap’s neck at the same time. His legs fall over each side of Sapnap and he closes his eyes. Something about this is okay, but Karl knows that this would never compete with storing Quackity. 

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The following morning, Karl can’t recall falling asleep. But, he wakes up in Sapnap’s bed, cradled against the mini-giant’s chest. He can’t feel Quackity in his arms anywhere. He’s been stored, his mind urges towards him painfully. He shivers at the thought. There is jealousy boiling inside of him and soon it will overflow.

The doorbell rings.

Karl’s attention turns to the cat flap they’d installed for Karl and Quackity to have easy access into the raven’s bedroom. He moves, limbs skidding against the sleek bed sheets. He wriggles from underneath Sapnap’s arm and finds his footing at the edge of the bed, staring down at the wooden floor. He sits on the edge and slides off, landing roughly on the ground. His socked feet slid along the floor but he didn’t fall, just kept his balance nicely and started across the bedroom. 

Karl looked over his shoulder at Sapnap, who’s chest rose and fell rhythmically, and he narrowed in on Quackity. The hybrid was draped across Sapnap’s head and his wings were neatly folded. He smiled sadly and turned back around, ducking under the flap that was just an inch too short for him. The clear material rose above him and fell as he left the room and entered the body of the house.

The air is cooler than the bedroom, but Karl is guessing that it's really because of the absence of the mini-giant. He always emitted heat, it was a given with his size and his fire-born origin. Karl shivers and draws his fingers along his opposing arms. Maybe it's not just because of the cold that he's hugging himself. The only thing on his mind is Quackity, looking so tiny against Sapnap’s so large body. They’re perfect. 

He reached the front door and the melodramatic ideas of being excluded silenced. He pushed through the cat flap in the door and stepped onto the rough welcome mat that pierced through his socks. He winced and kept his footsteps soft and quick. He held eyes on a small package that rested half-on-half-off the mat. He curled his fingers around it and peered over the top curiously, hoisting himself awkwardly over the top of the cardboard. He steadied and walked, crouching by the white tag settled in the middle.

Karl Jacobs, he sees above the shipping information. 

The door makes a noise and Karl looks up as it opens. Sapnap is looking down with tired eyes with underlying excitement, but it's nothing new, Sapnap always looks like that. 

Quackity is perched on the raven’s shoulder like a bird. He can’t exactly fly well with his wings, but he definitely acts like he can. Karl finds it adorable and a little pathetic. “What is this?” Karl asks immediately. 

Quackity looks to Sapnap, who looks to the avian with a small nod, then Quackity urges, “Open it!” 

Yellow wings obscure his vision for a moment as Quackity finds his way beside him. Sapnap kneels and places both his hands on either side of the box and lifts it. He maneuvers the door with his foot and shuts it when he’s inside. “I was thinking about last night—well, actually, I guess we both had the idea that you were jealous,” Sapnap starts and sets the package down on the counter. With his now-free hands, the raven searches drawers for a pair of scissors. Karl looks at Quackity, who’s staring up at Sapnap. 

“I told you not to worry about it!” the brunet frets. 

“I don't care,” Sapnap hums. Karl stands out of the way as Sapnap pulls a pair—a mini-giant pair—of scissors out of a drawer and draws it to the tape sealing the box. He slices it with a satisfying noise, and Karl’s heart thumps. It’s warmed by thoughts of them caring enough about his own terrible, warped, jumble of emotions, and he can honestly say that whatever is in the box he will adore. Sapnap gets the other sides loose, and Karl moves around the top of the box to avoid getting cut. The mini-giant steps back and lets Karl unravel his gift, but the brunet can feel the fire-born’s scarlet eyes plastered on him, and he can feel a set of smaller, dark maroon eyes on him too. He situates himself and pushes open a flap on the box. He slips inside after Sapnap cuts in to hold it open for him. 

He messes with the mounds of bubble wrap and then focuses on the thing placed in the middle of the box. It’s small, he’s not sure why it came in a package like that. It was human-sized, definitely. He squints at it and scrambles for a better look at what it is. It’s a small glass bottle, with the words DRINK ME wrapping the frontmost of it. Karl stares blankly at it and breaks into a grin, giggling at it. Quackity clambers into the box and falls onto the wrap with a yelp. Karl doesn’t notice it, really. He’s wondering if the bottle does what his mind tells him it does. Quackity reappears, standing upright. 

There are tears picking at the fold in his eyes.

“Sapnap,” he begins, looking up with garbled eyes.

“Yeah?” Sapnap says, slightly smirking and leaning over the two of them.

“Is this what I’m thinking it is?” Karl asks coolly. 

“It is, man! I bought it, and—” Quackity cuts in, and is promptly cut off.

“Shut up, Quackity,” Sapnap hisses. Karl laughs and chokes on tears. The avian appears behind him and wraps his arms around his leg, squeezing like he does to Sapnap’s finger. Sapnap dips his hand into the box and pulls the two up carefully, Quackity making the effort infinitely harder.

“Can I actually shrink with it?” Karl asks finally, the weighing question delivered to the right person. Sapnap nods,

“We wouldn’t buy that for you as a joke, Karl. Actually, we totally would. But this is real, one-hundred percent-ly genuine.”

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The rest of the day carried on. Something in Karl lightened a bit. Sapnap said there was no deadline for using it and theoretically he could keep it for the most special occasion he could think of, and he’d agreed in the moment. But now, the three of them are curled up on the couch, with Karl in Sapnap’s lap and Quackity in Karl’s hair, and he can’t stop eyeing the kitchen. DRINK ME replays in his mind tenfold, taunting him before he’s fed up with the compelling urge and fesses up.

“Hey,” he says, catching Sapnap’s attention. He looks up at the man just so, and continues, “I’m just gonna say this, I think we should do it now.” 

Quackity gasps in a breath of air like he’s been half-asleep. 

“Okay, sure,” Sapnap says easily. Karl shifts up and finds a seat on the human-designed portion of the couch again. Quackity drifts down tiredly and sits beside Karl, still looking like he has a foot out in dreamland. 

Sapnap leaves, then returns with his hand outstretched. Karl holds his hands out and the fire-born rolls the vial carefully into his ready hands. Quackity’s eyes widen, and Karl’s heart twists in a way he can’t pinpoint. He unscrews the lid off of the bottle and draws it to his lips. His hands shake for a moment, his eyes hazy with uncertainty, but it’s a good kind. Karl takes a sip, and one more for good measure.

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Karl can’t have been out for long, because everyone is exactly where they were before he’d taken a sip of the shrinkage potion. His surroundings have shifted drastically, and for the first time in a long while, Karl can comfortably say that it feels familiar. He looks to his left as he stirs, and Quackity is nearing the same height as him. Karl notices immediately that he seems just a bit taller than him right now. Perspective might be playing with him, but he really hopes he’s right. On his left, Karl sees through slightly-blurred vision—product of side-effects—Sapnap. He seems feet taller than when they’d last spoken. His heart warms, it feels like summer even when the flowers are still recovering from the cold season. He shuffles up when the room stops spinning. He can see Sapnap mouth “hello” to him, and Karl returns it with a soft “hi”. 

Sapnap stares at him. “Can I touch you yet?” he asks. Karl nods eagerly, and in a smooth blink, he’s being pried from the couch, which now felt just as the mini-giant side often did, and pushed into Sapnap’s hands. He feels warmth he’s never felt before and sinks into skin he’d never been able to sit in. It’s a parallel of moments he’s seen with Quackity, and finally his mind isn’t waxed in jealousy. 

As he stares at the now-giant, there is one thing on Karl’s mind, but he’s too anxious to ask. 

But, being a tiny among a tiny must come with some intergalactic telekinetic ability, because Quackity is making a noise like he’s come up with a bright idea. Quackity’s small body, but now pleasantly equal in size to him, is struggling up the side of Sapnap’s hand after using what little wing strength he has. “Dude, you should store him! And me too, man!” Quackity bursts. Something in Sapnap’s eyes shifts, and he’s looking down at Karl. Karl returns the awkward gaze, but really he does want to feel what it’s like to be swallowed and stored, he’s craved it for months now.

The brunet gives the raven a look that lets him know that what their boyfriend is suggesting is not out of his comfort zone and the reality is that he’d prefer that be his use of this opportunity, and that the “special occasion” has just presented itself to them.

“Okay,” he says, still unsure. Karl grins, and so does the pushy avian. Sapnap nods to himself, then brings the hand housing the two closer to his mouth. Karl is entranced by how close Sapnap’s face is and how much detail he can detect. He’s washed with a warm gush of air, calming him in a way he didn’t know was possible. He’s felt relaxed breaths on the top of his head or his cheek before, but this coated his entire body.

Soon after, Sapnap’s lips and teeth part and Karl’s heart is racing, and he can’t help the smile creeping on his face and the eager-ness of his body. “Is this okay?” Sapnap asks, and Karl gives an instant reply. He pushes himself past Sapnap’s incisors and past his sharp, predatory teeth that don’t startle him in the slightest. 

Quackity slides in too, just as quickly as he had. Impulsively, Karl is thinking in the future and is wondering what will happen when he is no longer tiny and is out of the remaining potion. Maybe he’ll grow jealousy that’s too strong to contain, but Quackity squeezing at his hand keeps his conscious in the frontmost of his brain and he doesn’t think too hard on the future, but instead embraces the dark, moist, humid, pleasant present. Sapnap’s tongue moves now that his mouth is shut. His heart flutters and his mind is satisfied. 

The giant coats them gently—mainly to avoid harming Quackity’s wings and to not startle new-comer Karl—in a layer of saliva. The distasteful feeling doesn’t bother him in the slightest, he’s covered in Sapnap and he can fairly say that it’s better than anything his mind had ever tried to replicate. 

And then gravity shifts and the two of them are brought to the back of Sapnap’s mouth and to the opening of his throat. Even in the dark, Karl can tell that Quackity wants to go down first, most likely because in reality, he’s just as eager for this as Karl is. But the avian squeezes his hand before he lets go, just in time for Sapnap to swallow. His heart pings and his stomach goes nearly to his heart at the quick fall, but it’s slowed as he’s pulled down the gullet. Time slows down. He can hear Sapnap’s entire body and it calms him so much that the pulsing walls around him that quickly pull him down into Sapnap’s storage feel just as okay. The fire-borns' organs churn, and he can hear the fast heartbeat that is so loud but so appealing that it nearly puts him to sleep. But he’s pushed into the small, but comfortably spacious storage before he can get too settled. It’s nice, it’s so relieving to finally find out what happens and why both Quackity and Sapnap enjoy it so much.

He can feel a wall of the storage push in and he settles against it contently, not even bothering to wait for Quackity. It’s him and Sapnap right now, and right now there’s something in his mind that isn’t telling him it’ll go away, but telling him that he should enjoy it.

And he will, because Sapnap checking on him every now and again and having yellow wings that feel phantom because of the void he and his boyfriend are in wrap around his body as they both enjoy something that Quackity openly admits felt lonely without Karl is something that the future couldn’t destroy.

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#mw #brickfic #cw vore #cw vore description #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #g/t #gt #giant/tiny #tiny!karl #t!karl #tiny!quackity #t!quackity #giant!sapnap #g!sapnap #!!!!!! this is finally done :D #so what if i replayed the timer a few times? it's FINISHED and LONG and it's PASSABLE so it's okay in my book! :] #the amount i used the dsmp dialogue thing is INSANE i was relying on that so hard this fic #i am so happy with branching out into other ccs but bc i don't watch them that often (with an exception for quackity i nom his content) #they're just a tinyyyy bit unfamiliar </3 #ANYWAYS ENJOY!

[tinyfrog1sblog]

Escaping isn't always the best option

Tw:death, soft/safe vore, fear, panic (if I missed anything please tell me so I can add it this is only my first story that I wrote)

As dream stared at Sam leaving his cell "Im not finished with u yet remember that dream" he had heard that before and it was always true he didn't want to do it anymore he couldn't bring himself to so he ran he knew he would die but he didn't care

*dream tried to swim in lava*

What he didn't expect was to wake up in someone's house he expected to be gone not to wake up somewhere mildly familiar but a lot bigger than he remembered as he looked around he realized something was different either the house he was in had grown a lot or he had shrunk he didn't really know but when he heard footsteps he decided not to find out and he hid behind something quickly and when the door opened and he was greeted with giant versions of his past friends he was delivered his answer that he had shrunk he didn't know what to do except keep hiding his mind raced as his body froze in his hiding place and he prayed he wouldn't be seen as he didn't know what they'd do with him and he didn't want to find out

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"I'm not sure sap is it really a good idea" "I don't care if it's a good idea I'm going to speak with Sam" sapnap said as he grabbed his headband to put it on "let me go sap, you'll make it worse please let me go I'll tell u if I need u" he said trying to help him calm down "fine" he agreed so he wouldn't have to see Sam and he watched as George left

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It had been a while since George had left and sapnap was starting to worry a bit when he heard a small sneeze he almost didn't hear it bc it seemed so far away but he could tell where it was coming from so he got up and went to check it out

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"fuck" dream quietly cursed himself for sneezing hoping that sapnap hadn't heard it when he heard footsteps he panicked and he tried to run but his body froze as the footsteps got closer and stopped he tried to move but he couldn't he tried to stop himself but he couldn't help but cry he was terrified of what his now giant old friend would do to him if he found him like this after what he'd done in the past and as a large shadow loomed over him he bolted he didn't know where he was going he just knew he was running and he couldn't stop until I had slammed down on him knocking him forward and grabbing him by the back of his shirt and pulling him up higher than he would've liked to be

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As sapnap pulled the now tiny man off the floor he didn't know what to think except how he got here and take into account how scared the man looked and he figured he could use this to his advantage since sapnap was a nether born he had what people called a storage it was like a second stomach that most of his kind used to store extra food or things but he knew he could put people in there and he decided to use that

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As the nether born lifted him up higher and brought him closer to his face in the specific spot of his mouth dream panicked more "W-WAIT P-PLEA-AS-SE N-NO" he cried out although the nether born didn't listen he was shoved into his mouth seemingly without a second though he tried to keep far away from the throat of the nether born but to no avail before he knew it he had been swallowed by him

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Sapnap traced down how dream went making sure he was taken into his storage he knew it was safe but dream didn't as he fought and screamed until he was tired which only took a minute before all he did was cry and the nether born began to feel a bit bad but he didn't say anything and after a while he felt the smaller man fall asleep so he went back to what he was doing and waited for George to return to be able to talk with him before he let the tiny out

#mcyt g/t #g/t scenario #dsmp writing #tw vore #g!george #g!sapnap #t!dream #dsmp g/t

[smiles-for-anon]

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

If you have any /r or /p duos or trios you want to see let me know 👀👀

#mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #g!sapnap #giant!sapnap #t!karl #tiny!karl #t!quackity #tiny!quackity #it’s a little lazy #but that’s okay #it might take me a bit since I’m in the hospital #but it’s something to do 😊😊 #karlnapity supremacy #mcyt gt #dsmp gt #smile!! posts

[cyncerity]

IT TOOK ME WAY TO LONG TO FINALLY STICK TO IT AND DRAW THE MEN™

Karls not thinking very good thoughts ((big hand can grab lift up by scruff) <-his brain)

SQUISHY

SQUISHY I LOVE YOU /p

AAAHHHH SHJSKSHSHSKSK HOLY SHIT

I LOVE THESE SO MUCH LOOK AT THEM

MY BOYSSSSS 💕💖✨

ty so much i adore this so much, i’m so glad you like these designs I made like 2 years ago and never expanded upon until like last month shsskkdnshsk

maybe i’ll just have to do more with karlnapity in this au 👀

(also sorry these have been in my inbox for forever, finals and tech week for a show at the end of my first year of college are busying apparently)

#bet on the crown au #cyncerity #not my art #Squishy the beloved #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #g!sapnap #minigiant!sapnap #<- more specifically #t!karl #t!quackity #technically?? #i mean Karl is human sized and Q can shapeshift and therefore sizeshifter #*sizeshift i hate autocorrect

[pixy-stix-art]

Pixie could you possibly talk about noms for either the tiny assistant au or scales and feathers au? I cannot express to you enough how much I love those aus they’re genuinely two of my favorite aus ever and the nom potential in both is amazing

Ooooo yes those are my favorites too! I’m so glad you enjoy them so much!

Let’s ramble about scales and feathers today-

So for scales and feathers AU noms don’t happen for awhile. The first fic I wrote for this AU was a vore one but that was at lest a year or so after Quackity meet the naga boys. But after the first time Karl ate him, Quackity couldn’t stop thinking about it. Maybe it was morbid curiosity or something. But he wanted to try it again. So he started to bug about it and genuinely being quiet annoying about it. That why the first time Sapnap eats Quackity he agrees easily because the past few weeks Quackity had been wearing him down. He had to pluck the little duck out of his food quite a few times- but after that the nagas realizes they enjoy eating Quackity and being able to keep him safe. Also a good way to keep to keep him out of trouble. The two nagas are pretty much the biggest predators around, even other preds or nervous about them. And after awhile the other hybrids learn to leave to duck alone or risk your face getting shredded. But that doesn’t mean that the normal animals of the forest don’t still go after Quackity.

Quite a few times when Quackity is by himself after spending so long with two preds he kinda forgets the whole forest wants to eat him. Something is chasing him so he screams for Karl and Sapnap who thankfully are never too far away. So two very angry nagas show up to protect their little duck. Sapnap is normally the one to scare off the predator while Karl calms Quackity down, one of them normally ends up tucking Quackity away so he can feel safe and calm down.

I don’t know if I’ll ever figure out how to introduce more characters but- in this pretty much everyone is a hybrid of some sort. Like Tommy is a insane little raccoon who runs around with Tubbo a tiny little fairy bee creature. Dream would be a big scary fox, but a a gray mouse hybrid named George is never to far behind. Phil is obviously a crow hybrid. And Kristen would be a goddess/spirit of the forest keeping an eye on everything with the help of her little crow man.

#pixie talks #scales and feathers au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #g!karl #g!sapnap #naga!karl #naga!sapnap #tw vore #mcyt g/t vore #mcyt g/t community #ask #cyncerity ask #cyncerity my beloved

[veyette]

Stuck in the Christmas Factory

Hello @data-expunged-0 ! I was your christmas santa for this event :) Your two prompts were really nice and I hope I did the second one justice : I can continue it, I got the story planned but didn’t have enough time in the end.

I hope it pleases you.

Stuck in the Christmas Factory : Prompt #2: A tiny getting stuck in an area where it's always christmas (3582 words)

Quackity was a curious borrower. That was known in the small community with whom he shared a human house : no device stayed devoid of exploration if they were left alone more than a day. Quick and clever like he was, Quackity didn’t resist the challenge posed by all that technology. And what fascinating opportunity laid behind those screens and toys ! Sounds, lights, connection to others beings in objects always more colorful and joyous.

It’s not like the current occupants of the house cared about those secrets manipulations after all. They were nice people but quite forgetful, and their two children covered easily any mess or disturbance Quackity caused. Or at least, they used to.

The “Christmas” period was approaching fast and the kids seemed to be on their best behavior lately. From what Quackity gathered, it was an inflexible condition to a stranger’s visit in the house, a certain “Sana Laus” ? He heard a bit about the mysterious man, who every family members seemed to know… except neither Quackity nor any other borrowers had ever seen them. And some of the eldest community’s members were there when the youngly wed couple bought the place !

There was some mystery under all those preparations and Quackity would be damned before he let the solution escape him.

So for days, the borrower spied and consigned relentlessly any precious hints he managed to glean there and there. The visitor seemed stranger with every facts Quackity learned, quickly diverging from what he learned was “polite human rules”.

First, the stranger – whose name was actually Santa Claus, Quackity learned – was  planned in the middle of the 24th’s night. Second, he would come through the chimney of the living room instead of the front door : Quackity wished him good luck with that. He went there once before quickly turning tails when faced with a spider as high as him. Then again, the mysterious man should be human tall and not any other height. Lastly, Mr Claus would not meet any members of the family, requiring they all sleep to put objects in the socks hanging to the chimney.

Weird customs for sure.

But all this definitely agreed with the borrower : by leaving the presents and gifts unattended until the morning, Mr Claus offered him the perfect opportunity to go there and see if something could be borrowed ! A brand new plaything, just for him, that he wouldn’t have to put back. Even if there was nothing of value, the possibility to have a never-used-before object was too good to be true.

The other borrowers were quite sceptic of his brand new idea and one old community’s member even chastised him, huffing that was thievery. Of course, should the one item Quackity picked be missed, the borrower would put it back immediately : but he refused to let this “Christmas’s night” passed without at least trying. The only compromise they accepted was to let him do his thing.

And so, when all the lights were turned off the 24th, no other borrowers stayed with him.

Soon Quackity was alone with the last lights of the Christmas tree.

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Quackity stopped counting the time he almost fell asleep after twelve. Turns out staying awake with nothing to do was way more difficult than he thought ! He elected to stay hidden behind the decoration on top of the chimney, but his place turned out to be too comfortable soon. The excitation hadn’t help him sleep well the previous night and he lived the sudden weakness of his body to sleep like a real betrayal.

What time was it anyway ? He counted on the old grandma clock to mark the hours, but it stayed resolutely silent. He hoped it was past midnight already, he couldn’t bare the news only ten minutes had passed. No, the candle forgotten on the table was burned out : more than five hours had passed.

Quackity grumbled, tired and discouraged. Why was Mr Claus so late ? Was he actually aware not everyone was asleep in the house, that borrowers existed ? Or was he simply running late ? Maybe he had some trouble with the dangerous chimney’s spider, thought Quackity with a snort.

Some muffled sound resonated in the living room, interrupting his thoughts and making him go still.

A big black cloud suddenly appeared under his hiding place, sending soot on the previously clean wooden floor. Profanities escaped from the same spot and Quackity watched, astonished, the gigantic spider run from his life and disappear behind the sofa.

“You good ?” silently shouted someone from very far away. “Seemed like a hard fall.”

“Try it yourself coward !” shouted back another voice, way closer, also trying to keep silent. “I would have landed better if you didn’t push me!”

“You took forever to go down, what was I supposed to do ?!”

“Not yeet me to my death at the very least, there was a fu… honking spider in this hell hole !”

“Stop complaining, you’ll wake up the humans”, dismissed the faraway voice. “I’m sending the packages.”

A soft thump could be heard from the chimney, accompanied by new profanities. Quackity could definitely learn from this Mr Claus, if it was indeed him.

“Couldn’t have given me a warning ?! It almost crashed !”

“I did ! Why weren’t you ready, slowpoke ?”

“Warning goes before throwing the present dumb-face not after ! Now hush or you will wake up the humans.”

A second thump accompanied by a painful crack sounded.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME, I TOLD YOU TO WARN ME !” whispered-yelled the close voice.

“Make a god damn decision ! You told me to hush, dimwit ! ”

“Yeah, not to throw away the gift on the ground and watch it crash !”

Seeing no big shadow on the wall and enraptured by this riveting exchange, Quackity chanced a look outside his hiding place. And, okay, now that was fascinating.

Under the chimney stood a very small (by human standards of course, the stranger was actually twice or thrice Quackity’s own size) man, dressed in horrific clothes green, white and red. The borrower had rarely seen so appalling combination of colors and yet, there was in it like an harmony. His head was covered by a ridiculous lime pointy hat surrounded by a white bandana.

His ears were pointed though and Quackity wondered for the first time if he wasn't human. But the owners of the house were expecting this Mr Claus : since when would those tinies exist, and why would they be in good relation with the humans ? He appreciated a moment the irony : here they were, two kind of tinies. One was desperate to stay hidden, took things from humans yet lived secretly with them. The other was announcing his arrival, though refusing to see humans, and gave them things. There really were complementary.

He looked at the mysterious Claus again and watched him installing one last present under the Christmas tree.

« I'm done here ! Send the rope, I'll be pissed if Dream managed once again to complete its run faster. »

« Stop complaining and climb faster. We wouldn't lose so often if you didn't break something each time you got down. »

« Shut up ! And pull me ! »

With those nice words, Mr Claus disappeared. Quackity waited a bit, not sure he didn't dream this whole interaction. He hurried down his hidden spot, jumping from socks to decorations hanging on the tree until he landed on a package. Two of them were so big it would have taken six borrowers to attempt to open the top. Another was trapped in a ribbon like a mummy and so his attention got reported on the last three gifts. The first one was a bit disappointing : it revealed some clothes, way too big for him. He couldn't cut in them either, it would be obvious they were tampered with. The second contained a clear bottle, filled with a brown liquid that smelled weird. Quackity deduced from the big written name on the side that it was alcohol, and tried a taste. The bitter taste left him dubious at first, but he tried again and once more to his great pleasure. He would have to borrow some more at another time.

Which left him with the last gift to date : the one Mr Claus had foolishly let crash down. Quackity opened it with curiosity. Was the damage important ? Would it be the perfect place to scavenge or to borrow ?

A tremor passed through him when he discovered multiple small people, about his height.

The borrower soon realized their appearance are their only common trait, the people actually being some mass of plastic.

He exhaled, relieved. The worst went through his mind for a moment.

Amused by those simulacres, he burrowed under the dolls. Some had their arms or head broken by the sudden fall through the chimney, explaining the crash. Their clothes though were in perfect shape and, luckily, perfectly changeable. Quackity amused himself by putting on a brown hat and vest, adorned of a yellow star. He then put on some white suit with a flower on his heart.

This was the best present ever. Even his community wouldn’t be able to refuse such a gift. Clearly, the dolls were damaged : which human would bat an eye to some missing ornaments ?

Buried under the dolls, he froze when a voice appears, much too close for comfort.

“Which color was the package again ?”

“Are you really asking me that, seriously ? Just take the one who seems ruffled and let’s go. The sun will be up soon.”

Before Quackity could react, Mr Claus closed the top of the box where he hid. Panic filled him : where was the box taken ? Why did the stranger come back at all ?

He didn’t notice Quackity’s presence but then, how could he get out ?

Shaken by the hasty movements of his carrier, the borrower tried to regain his footing without success. The dolls crashed on him with each jolt and he felt himself get sick when the box got suddenly up in abrupt succession.

“Can’t you pull me up faster ? It’s still dark and creepy here” complained Mr Claus.

“Be… arrgh… quiet. Your air is… hmpf… getting too heavy…” answered the foreign voice, getting clearer the higher they got.

“His air, seriously George ? You couldn’t have picked like, literally anything else ? Like his humor ?” asked a third voice with amusement.

Still crammed in the present, Quackity closed his eyes to concentrate on the sounds he perceived. Where were they ? Wasn’t Mr Claus supposed to be one man ? A new jolt put him higher and rolling against a corner, crashing harshly in the pile of clothes he assembled. Wood cracked as the three voices came together.

“Oh you, don’t start it ! You could have helped him at any time but nooo, mister Dream is too good for his old friend.”

“Not my fault if you idiots cracked a package”, crooned the third voice. “Get better. Losers.”

“Next time… arf… you carry his sorry ass. And you’ll see who’s faster.”

“Sorry, since when was I the one responsible for this fiasco ?” explosed Mr Claus (?).

“Since you started ordering things and complain-“

“Shut it girls, you’re both pretty”, interrupted the third voice. “Let’s go before we’re late, I’m hoping to get promoted this year. Yip-yip Rudolph!”

Let’s go ? Where ? screamed Quackity in his mind. Where the hell are those dumbass taking me ?

Before he got to think too hard, the box was jolted in the air while one of them started happily screaming. Quackity tried to focus on his lunch and more specifically, to keep it in his stomach. Wherever they were going, he hoped the travel would be fast.

***

The travel – no, the journey ! – was not fast. Despite Quackity’s best thoughts and prayers, they didn’t reach their destination before a time that seemed infinite to him. Still, he was an optimistic at heart and different things were gained during that interminable travel.

One : he managed to cut himself a hole to see and breathe through with the gold star of his new vest. The air was incredibly cold but he had enough clothes with him to create sufficient heat. Two : he now discovered Mr Claus, if it was indeed him, flied. Which would explain why he came through the chimney. Sadly, this also meant he did have to wait until they reached their destination to escape his unknowing captors. Three : his captors were certified idiots. Imbécils. If he was caught by them, it was no surprise it was an incident. They were also really loud, which wouln’t hurt when Quackity made his inevitable escape. Four : he was freaking flying. No borrowers ever went in the air ! He would have so much stuff to say to his community when he came back.

If he came back.

As said before, Quackity was an optimistic guy so he didn’t linger on that thought. He did listen however the three morons argue and discuss, lulled by their funny conversation.

He was almost disappointed when they reached the ground, but his sick stomach quickly made him grateful for the stopping motion. The third man, easily identifiable with his confident and leading voice, stopped their carriage and the two bickering ones got down. Through his hole, Quackity saw the one he had nicknamed Mr Claus and another, similar looking man. His green and red uniform was as beautiful on him than on Mr Claus, which is to say not at all, but big round black glasses framed his face. At least they would be easy to distinguish.

“When you meet Karl, remind him Santa’s speech is at seven in the Great Hall”, said the third and still invisible man. “I’ll see you there.”

“That arrogant prick”, sighed Mr Claus. “I can’t believe he beat us once again ! Bad, Antfrost and Sam are going to be unbearable this eve.”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t have happened if you caught the package”, answered Googles while walking towards an unidentified place.

“Wouln’t have missed it if you warned me”, replied Mr Claus, following his friend (?). “It should be your responsibility to get that thing to the broken factory.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to see Karl now ?” exclaimed Googles with an atrocious, fake concerned face. “Oh the poor boy, he will simply cry all the tears he has when I tell him how you would rather go wash the reindeers than visit him... But”, he interrupted himself, “as your bestest friend ever Sapnap, I accept to bring those heart-breaking news. No need to thank me, I’ll do what’s necessary.”

He made a move towards the box and Quackity readied himself to a violent transition but Mr Claus/Sadnap (?) held firm.

“Don’t even think about it, you manipulative, lazy ass !”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“You’re insufferable and each day I hope you’ll get chosen for the lost children’s daycare”, replied Sadmap.

“You mean that’s not already my job, with being forced to accompanny you ?”

Their quick back and forth came naturally, smiled Quackity. At least their banter was enough to forget about his situation.

“GEORGE ! SAPNAP !” screamed an high pitched voice bubbling with joy. “You came back just in time for - … Wait, is there a problem with your gifts again ? I swear I did everything right this time, I don’t get how…”

“It was that dumbass’s fault actually,” came the answer in chorus from the two not-friends.

Quackity tried to see the newcomer but the hole was directed towards Googles/George’s torso. He resigned himself to more waiting.

“I, of course, expect a full explanation but let’s cut to the chase so I can repair that while you explain. What’s wrong with this gift ?”

George looked towards what Quackity guessed was Sapnap’s face.

“It fell down the chimney and made a crash sound”, succinctly said his current holder. “It’s some dolls apparently ? The list wasn’t clear, but luckily we could use one of the substitute once the round ended.”

“Okay, okay, let’s take a look at it then, I’ll see how bad it is and whether I sent it to trash’s section or to Foolish’s office”.

Being passed around was definitely the worst feeling ever, thought Quackity while once again being sent tumbling down. He wished he didn’t have to correct his thoughts so quickly when the box opened and a round face with sparkling brown eyes and pointed ears peered inside, making him freeze instantly.

Was it his prey’s instincts or simply his survival instinct ? Either way, he couldn’t move an inch, his breath caught in a bout of panic. His kidnappers may not be humans but they were still thrice his size, big enough to inflict serious damage should they want to. Quackity had no idea they even existed before tonight, who’s to say they won’t react violently when faced with the borrower’s existence ?

“Well, there’s a lot of them with parts broken. And their clothes are a mess, good thing you didn’t leave the gift at the house.”

He barely twitched when the stranger’s hand got each dolls out one by one, revealing him more and more. His tongue was paralyzed, opposite to his heart who beat like crazy in his chest. He could hear their conversation through a impenetrable molasse, distorted by the anxiety. Faintly, he guessed Sapnap recounted his version of the night ?

His forced immobility certainly saved him when he was the next picked, the brunet grabbing him like the previous dolls. To his immediate fear however, he wasn’t let down with the rest, but closely examined. Those brown eyes may have been magical from afar, but they were now a mere centimeter from his face and he really would like some personal space

“This one though is beautiful, don’t you think ? Glad it didn’t get damaged, it’d be quite the waste”, sighed Karl wistfully before settling him down on the left, with the intact one. “I’ll send the good ones to Foolish. He will know what to do with them, the rest can go through recycling.”

But Quackity didn’t want to go to Foolish. He was lucky enough to pass through this guy’s quick control, he refused to try his chance again. His boy seemed in agreement seeing how he could now control his movements. Taking advantage of the three men’s distraction with the last dolls and the “weird pile of clothes, I wouldn’t ever done that for a command”, Quackity slowly got up and went back towards the end of the counter. Now that he could see where he was, he was almost in awe.

The building was as tall as three humans’ houses put one on one. The walls, covered by a magnificent wall papers in iridescent green, gold and red, regorged from details more funny and practical than the previous one.

Multiple carousels went from one place to the other, multicolor lights and decorations illuminating the place in a perfect kaleidoscope. A dozen of Christmas trees, heavily ornamented, embellished the place and the roof, made of glass and so faraway it could as well had been space, was covered by a fin layer of snow. It was a wonderful sight.

All also seemed at his kidnappers’ height, which made it way less dangerous to parkour through than in human’s houses. It was perfect.

Good things come to an end however.

This one did when George turned around and spotted him.

“K… Karl ? I think one of your toys is alive”, he stammered, not believing his eyes, even putting his glasses on his forehead to see better.

“What ? That’s imposs… Wooooaaaw”, howled Karl while turning, in total disbelief. “Huh, hello little guy ?”

Quackity turned around slowly, as if he could delay the inevitable. But there, right in front of him, still were the three guys, as frozen as he was a few seconds before.

“Do… do you understand me ?” tried the brunet once again, approaching slowly as to not frighten him.

The borrower didn’t stay to offer him an answer. He turned around and jumped down, going towards one the multiple carousel that were at the back of the desk.

“W… What ? Stop it ! Or him ! I don’t know, do something !!” shrieked Karl while watching it disappear in the factory.

George and Sapnap stayed petrified a bit more, shocked to their core by the sudden movements of the toy. Since when was such a thing possible ? Clearly, it had blinked and moved, this was no illusion. But the fact a toy was alive seemed to much for the poor elves.

Sapnap was the first to follow, screaming at the doll to get back here this instant, jumping after it on the carrousel. George took a bit more time before asking where the carousel went to Karl, that barely managed to answer him. It was the first time ever an elf got such a situation to the repair’s desk.

The two friends hurried down to the trash’s room, where they should hopefully find the “toy” or at the very least Sapnap.

#mcyt g/t secret santa 2022 #mcyt gt secret santa 2022 #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #tiny!quackity #t!quackity #g!georgenotfound #g!sapnap #g!karl #giant!georgenotfound #giant!sapnap #giant!karl #well they aren't really giants #just bigger #mcyt gt community #mcyt g/t community #g!dream #but really it's more for the tagg than for the actual appearance

[a-xyz-s]

Asks for you I have for your super market au.

From the lil snippets and chatting, I have to know.

If Dream views Tinies as pest and sapnap is protective of them, was this always the case or did their views change?

I’m also curious since noms are potentially part of your story, how do they work?!

Love hearing your rambles and sharing your world and I treasure every interactions❤️

First and foremost, thank you for the ask, I appreciate it so much even tho practically nothing but snippets is posted off of it 💜

Second of- let's get to answering these beautiful questions! :D

It definitely wasn't always he case, I will let some things intentionally vague but I'll say that Sapnap used to have a lot worse "ew ugly yucky pest" phase than Dream ever had. That said, Dreams heavily self-centered and closed in personality compared to Sapnap's more brash yet deeply caring and protective one is what set each of them on different paths. Even if Sap is initially repulsed by them- he just can't help but care for them!

Yessss noms are a big part of the story! I've seen various different approaches to safe noms from acid resistant tinies to storage stomachs but I wanted to do something a little different...

Very very basically, giants stomachs only digest food when hungry. Where our stomachs work as practically nonstop furnaces, giants store food in as it's being eaten and only when enough time passes from the last meal and they get hungry do they digest the contents. This allows them to save energy and also digest in very strong quick bursts (usually while asleep).

Everything still travels down to the stomach but when not hungry, this place is safe of any dangerous acids.

Hope that answered your questions mi amiga! Will absolutely be looking forward to seeing you around again ^^

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #g/t writing #tw vore mention #t!tommy #t!tubbo #g!sapnap #g!dream #supermarket au #xyz ask

[respiteresponse]

#THIS SUCKS #mine #sapnap #im too exhausted O M G

[skullsnbruises]

Boys and their snack boyfriends

Taglist: @brick-a-doodle-do @poprockpanda

#posts by sunny #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #mcyt vore #dsmp vore #sunnys art #g!george #g!sapnap #t!dream #t!karl

[dingbatnix]

They're all very...shocked, I think.

Also in color! (But I like it less)

(yes I did change the bottom image, I forgot to add the background color xD)(they're in the nether btw)

Taglist:

@brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @kayla-crazy-stuffs @local-squishmallow @skullsnbruises @munchkin1156 @gt-daboss

#i tried to imitate the way sheena-yuet draws #i think i kinda got it??? #also im getting muy bueno at hands! #!! #excitement #anyway #i have a semi-drabble written/in mind for this #it might see the light of day idk #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #giant!dream #tiny!george #tiny!sapnap #g/t #giant/tiny #bat's art #hand #handheld

[somedreamlove]

I’m going back to loveposting! I’ve said everything I wanted to say, and quite frankly I’m not enjoying that energy at all. I much prefer lifting people up by looking to the good in them. I will continue to post the things I love about Dream, George and Sapnap. I believe everybody, deeply, inherently, is a good, perfect soul, and may be only temporarily waylaid—through the false ideas of fear, insecurity and lack of self-love—to the discovery of that expression of goodness. I believe what we focus on becomes what we see everywhere. So going forward, I will continue to focus on the goodness I can see.

#also I want people to be careful with how they speak about other people #because however you speak another person you say about yourself #whatever you wish for them to happen you wish on yourself #I’ve seen a lot of… people wishing very bad things for themselves #and I’m really sorry they are creating that #m #d #g #s #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #(who has nothing to do with this poor guy)

[brick-a-doodle-do]

aaaa i'm late my bad :'D i've introduced this before i believe but barely

@local-squishmallow more karlnapity! :3

14/18

VERY inspired by a tiktok

au where quackity is a borrower who lives with karl, a human who recently went missing. quackity gets curious and has nothing better to do, so he goes to investigate using karl's phone.

he discovers an email and many many different tabs full of something called "SEEKERS", which he learns is essentially a game of hide-and-seek (whatever that is) where you hide somewhere in your house and a trained hunter tries to find you. if you win, you get money. if you don't....well, it doesn't really say. but apparently a lot of people lost and had never been heard from since.

quackity, because he knows he can't get anything he needs if he doesn't have a living human and he really doesn't want to move (and just a little bit because after watching this human for so long he's gotten a little attached and he's....a tiny bit worried about him. he'll never admit that though), he starts a game and calls for their best seeker and declares he doesn't want the prize money. he figures it's an easy win given his size.

when the time comes for the game to start, quackity hides. a seeker named sapnap (apparently, quackity only saw his name tag) arrives. and it begins: twenty four hours of an endless hunt that is genuinely very entertaining to watch. he fucks with the seeker, dashing out of sight at the last minute. until the day is over. he won. now, as sapnap leaves, he finds his way into the human's bag. hopefully he can find karl. and an explanation for the game.

au is just "seekers" and i don't see noms for it

#mw #new au mention #seekers au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #t!quackity #g!sapnap #g!karl

[quackxolotl]

Art request from @squishys-soft-stories ! :D

#karlnap #giant!sapnap #tiny!karl #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t

[smiles-for-anon]

Wait wait wait I got another drawing request :D

(this time don't deceive me pls ;-;)

Sapnap finding an injuried borrower (Quackity) and taking care of him :]

Have another cookie 🍪 :)

The cookies will never end hehehe >:]

No deception this time!!

Thanks for the cookie :DD

#mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #g!sapnap #giant!sapnap #t!quackity #tiny!quackity #smile!! posts