#g!techno

[2-sleepy-for-this]

Our little brother pt.3

Finally, one of the long awaited favorites is uploaded once more! This took longer than expected and I’m headed into finals week soon so I may not upload for a bit (feel free to give me prompts still!) :D

here it is folks (I’ve had this half done for so long)

tw ~ unintentional fearplay, minor claustrophobia, anxiety, grabbing, technical kidnapping???, annoyed Technoblade

word count ~ 1.5k

The fast pitter-pattering of tiny feet sped down the hallway, nearly silent compared to the conversation and giant footsteps from the humans all around him.

Tommy didn’t know what to do. First, he was trapped in the brown-haired human's pocket for what felt like forever. Then the guy started petting him like an animal. He is not an animal! 

And he did not nearly fall asleep with those giant fingers caressing his back.

He is a big man, the biggest man, and big men don’t relax at some giants touch.

Now he just had to find somewhere to hide until all the humans went away and he could get back to the walls where he belongs. Tommy continued running against the wall, in a small hidden space near the gigantic heavy doors that humans kept walking through. No human could see him there.

The huge door slammed near him again as more humans walked out. He clutched his sensitive ears. Humans were too loud.

A shoe bigger than him slammed down just inches from his hiding place as he covered his mouth to suppress a squeak of fear. 

Even a big man like Tommy would admit that running so close to humans was terrifying, and he didn’t know what to do. There was nowhere to go.

So Tommy did the only thing he could think of. He curled into a tiny ball right on the floor in the shadows, where he hoped no human could find him.

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“Wilbur.”

Wilbur winced in surprise at how stern Techno’s voice was over the phone. He had received a call from his twin not long after he lost his sunshine and nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone rang in his pocket.

“Heyy Tech, just got out of my exam. I think it went well personally, but I could have done better on the essay honestly-“

“Wilbur. Stop talking.”

Wilbur knew his attempt to change subjects was futile, and he knew exactly why Techno had called.

“So… what are you calling for?”

Wilbur tried to ask, smiling innocently while talking, even though he knew Techno couldn’t see his facial expression.

“A few minutes ago, I came home to check on the creature we found, and it’s not here.”

Techno waited for Wilbur to speak but kept going when the other end of the call stayed quiet.

“I looked in the cage and it wasn’t there, Wil. So, either it escaped, or you brought it to class after we agreed you wouldn’t. Judging by the silence, I’m guessin it’s the latter?”

“…alright, yeah, it was me… I just thought it would be nice to take them out for a while!”

“Well, you said you were done with your exam, so come back here. I wanna see the little thing again.”

This time, Wilbur paled at Techno’s response. He couldn’t go back to the apartment empty handed…

Now he was on a time limit.

And a very short one at that.

…he just hoped his sunshine was close by.

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Tommy didn’t know how long it had been since he hid. It felt like forever, but it couldn’t have been more than half an hour. 

He couldn’t see any good openings to run or get into the walls. The constant foot traffic calmed down, but there were still a handful of humans standing and talking. Too risky to move yet.

One of the humans that was in a pair started walking away. His white hoodie was hard to look at under the bright lights, but the shiny necklace around his neck was mesmerizing.

Tommy watched him disappear down the hallway before turning to look at the other guy who was just standing there on one of those glass rectangles that humans love.

After a few minutes, the guy—who was wearing a bright green hoodie, who does that?—still hadn’t looked up and seemed oblivious to his surroundings.

Tommy had a choice.

He could stay in his little corner, curled up for who knows how much longer… or he could try to make it under the door he was next to.

He needed to see if there was a way out.

Tommy held his breath as he uncurled his body, keeping his tail wrapped around his leg tightly.

He slowly inched to a stand and started to shuffle closer to the door.

He took shallow, silent breaths, even though his body wanted to hyperventilate.

As more minutes ticked by, he got closer and closer to his destination. He could almost touch the wood of the door.

Then the human sighed.

Tommy couldn’t help the full body flinch he reacted with… when he opened his eyes, large green ones stared right back.

The human stepped forward and was close enough to grab him in seconds, so he ran, bolting for the crack under the door even though he knew it would be pointless.

His escape plan was foiled as the human noticed where he was running and swept him off the ground and into a giant fist… the third one he’s been in since the alleyway.

Tommy, so desperate for an escape, screamed as he was lifted higher, tears rolling down his cheeks while he struggled.

“Wha…? Hey, hey, hey, little guy, relax.”

The human's eyes widened at his struggles. 

Good. He caught him by surprise. A better chance of escaping.

Tommy continued to squirm and fight against the hand he was in until the other giant hand came up and restrained Tommy. 

He was completely trapped, pressed against two palms with just his head to move. His limbs were completely stuck in place.

Still, his squirms continued for a few moments more before it just became too much for him. Tommy had been so close to escaping all the human monsters, but it was all for nothing now.

Tommy couldn’t help it when he muttered one word in fear;

“Please!”

In an instant Tommy froze in the humans hold.

He had just spoken.

No borrower was ever supposed to speak to a human. He broke the borrower code.

Tommy closed his eyes, tensing up while he waited for the human to do something to him. All of the scary stories he was told about breaking the borrower's code came to the front of his mind. What could the human be planning to do with him?

“It’s alright, little guy… you’re safe.”

Tommy opened his eyes in surprise. Those huge green eyes were still looking at him, but now they seemed… softer, more welcoming.

He was confused. Why did the human look like that? They were supposed to look mean and scary! 

His head tilted slightly as the hands around him loosened. Now Tommy was sitting in the giant's palm, mouth agape as his body relaxed from tiredness.

“My name is Dream… do you have a name? Or should I keep calling you little guy?”

Tommy wasn’t sure what to do, he can’t speak to a human again… but he had already talked before. 

The human knows he can talk… what if he gets mad that Tommy won’t?

“T-…Tommy.”

“Hm, Tommy? That’s a nice name. Can you tell me why you’re here all alone, Tommy?”

What could Tommy say? He was alone… but he couldn’t tell the human, Dream, that. 

But he was also running away from someone too…

Maybe, if the hu- Dream thought he was trying to find someone, then he’d let Tommy go… 

It was risky, but Dream looked like he could be tricked.

“I.. I’m lost… I lost my human. I can’t find him anywhere..”

Dream looked at him with a mix of confusion and pity… it was working.

“Your human? Like… your friend?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Well.. what does he look like? And what’s his name? I can help you look.”

Great. Now he was stuck with this human while he looked for the one he didn’t want to find.

“He has… brown hair, and brown eyes… and a yellow hoodie. And his name is… um..”

What was that humans name again? The pink haired one said it so many times, but he could barely hear over his heartbeat…

Wil… Wil-something. He still couldn’t remember… he would just have to make it up then. He was too far into this now.

“Wilby… his name is Wilby.”

“Alright.. let’s go find.. Wilby then!”

Tommy was lifted higher into the air as Dream stood to his full height. He clasped at his tail anxiously while he was cupped against Dream’s chest. Tommy hoped he’d never have to get used to this…

Tommy watched Dream walk the length of the entire hallway in seconds, faster than Tommy’s tiny legs could cross in hours, like it was nothing, while he looked for Tommy’s human.

Tommy could only hold his breath and hope ‘Wilby’ had already given up looking for him and left.

He didn’t want to be put right back into the hands he tried to escape from so hard.

Then he saw that brown-haired beanpole crouched on the ground, and once he felt the chest he was leaning against breathe a sigh of relief, he knew he was done for.

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hope you enjoyed! (Told you there would be another main character)

I wonder how poor Wilby will react when he sees his sunshine in Dream’s hands?

as always, get some rest, eat and drink something, and send me things! :)

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[skullsnbruises]

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[brick-a-doodle-do]

"they frantically shoved another handful of swedish fish in their mouth"

rhhrhrhrh i had trouble with this but now i got it all figured out! i also switched the characters so many times and we eventually ended up with bedrockbros so yippeee ! ?

blinded by imperfect form

wc: 589

cw: intrusive thoughts, uninvited vore-related instincts, swearing

—–—

Light from the television hung lowly over Tommy's face, which Techno had only noticed because....well, because he was watching Tommy. Not stalking him, or plotting his murder, just, Tommy was in eyeshot, and he was small, and Techno happened to have rather entitled voices holding Tommy and his fragile form captive, and he found it soothing to watch the way the tiny moved.

The tiny was propped on a pillow supported by Techno's legs, who laid along the couch with a blanket keeping him warm from the winter air. The rest of the blanket had ended up around Tommy, who leant into it like he owned it.

And that was partially true, because some part of him had picked apart a sewing hobby over a boring coarse of life and decided it was worth it to present the boy with a gift.

Only, again, because of his voices.

Normally he wouldn't indulge in the activities his voices prompted, but this seemed harmless enough; it's not like Tommy was bothered by giant gifts and the occasional prowl.

Speaking of which, Tommy had seemed to tear his attention from the screen (which was playing Moana on a very convincing three-step plan that Techno had ended up giving into on account of his own pity of Tommy) to ask Techno for another piece of food.

Instead of asking, he stopped short and tensed at the intent eye-contact from Techno.

"Uh, Techno?" Tommy asks.

Techno's eyes never falter around Tommy as he responds. "Hh, yep?"

"Any reason you've decided to stare at me 'n shit?"

Techno shrugs. "You're unusually small, if you haven't noticed. Don't wanna lose you, Phil'd have something strong to say about that," he says. Okay, it had been made up on the spot, but it's not as if Tommy was anything unfamiliar with his voices, although admitting of his instincts only dug an opportunity for embarrassment.

Tommy blinks. "Wh– Techno I'm not gonna fall or something! I'm not fucking stupid," Tommy says, defensively.

It would be much easier for him to not fall if he was somewhere safer, a voice muses as his eyes drift onto the floor; more importantly the tumbling fall that'd injure the tiny without a second thought.

"Whatever, 'Creep-no-blade', I want food," Tommy demands, just as Techno had assumed.

"Yeah? And what food would that be?" he asks, eyes finding the various bags of snacks that had accumulated near Techno.

"Uh..." Tommy trails off as he gazes over his options: popcorn, Swedish Fish, M&M's, chip's, and... oh, well, there was a bag of donuts.

As Tommy decides, a voice chimes in with an peskily persuasive reminder as to what he wants for a snack.

"Techno? You with me, big man?" Tommy asks, pulling him out of his thoughts. He swallows, for the first time in a long time feeling genuine uncertainty.

"Ah, I hope so. What'd you say?"

"Popcorn," Tommy repeats.

He obliges, digging into the bag of popcorn and grabbing a piece, then handing it over to Tommy. The tiny's hands grab at it, two needed to support the almost air-like weight of it.

How easy it would be to grab Tommy right there and put him where he needs to be.

Techno's throat swallows impulsively as he imagines Tommy travelling down his gullet and finding a soft spot in his storage.

Instantly, upon his now-troubled self, he ignores his impulsivities and grabs at a bag beside him, frantically shoving a handful of Swedish Fish into his mouth to try and dampen his urges.

—–—

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[ana-lmao]

The Borrower In My Walls (Chapter I)

Hehehe, Sneeg fic!

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Sneeg was a borrower that lived in many peoples walls, He was caught often or left himself because of the lack of food. However, this house was almost perfect! True there was a big family living there with a lot of guests but they left often and left out a lot of food!

There was a blonde haired tall man with 3 kids, Oh god they were chaotic, really loud as well... there was one with matching blonde hair that was the loudest and probably the youngest, there was a pink-haired one which was calmer and liked to read books and then there was a brown-haired kid who was in the middle. The blonde haired kid always had a mess in his room so it was the easiest to "Borrow" from, anything missing would be blamed on the messes he made. Sneeg does not know much about the guests that visit, he often hears the name ran-ranbo, ranboo or something and tub-o, He can't memorize them.

Phil once came home from the park and it was really late, Sneeg did not expect him to be outside, he thought he was sleeping! Faster then light Sneeg bolted into his tunnels, leaving a mess of things he was getting for the night. Phil noticed this and thought that one of the kids made a mess...again. He cleaned up and went to sleep.

Sneeg was having a mini panic attack realizing he had almost been caught, that could have been really REALLY bad, when he was sure the human went to bed he continued his heist, he saw random bags on the table and peeked inside, there was A LOT of food, Sneeg thought the bags meant it was going to be thrown out so he took out as much food as he could and went back inside his tunnels, getting ready to sleep on his hand-made bed made from wool and matches.

Next morning:

-ALRIGHT! WHO THE FUCK TOOK ALMOST ALL OF THE GROCERIES I LEFT!- Sneeg heard the adult human yell, he realized what he had done and his antennas flew upwards and his eyes widened in fear.

-Not me! -The blonde one said

-Me neither -That was the brown haired one

-I didn't-The pink-haired said in confusion

-Well somebody took the food in here and if nobody confesses I will check the camera footage!-The adult human states.

Sneeg felt his heart stop. They had cameras. They were going to see him. They were going to KILL HIM, torture him! Maybe even put him in a jar and keep him as a pet! They were going to do experiments on him! Sell him! something awful was going to happen...But...If he left...He would not have to deal with this...He packed everything he could and when the adult went up into the attic to check the cameras he started to get out, it was going to be hard considering all 3 kids were in front of the door.

Meanwhile Phil:

-Okay now to check which one of these little shits stole all the food.-Phil pulls up the camera footage and watched closely, nobody was coming down, except for a small blur on the screen that went on the table and grabbed stuff, he thought it was a mouse but after zooming in he saw a small...Creature? it was wearing blue clothing, which looked like he just stitched random blue pieces of fabric and had antennas. He also reverted the camera footage to see the same thing peeking out of a mouse hole and getting ready to escape.

Phil bolts out of the room goes downstairs to see his sons in confusion on why he was so quickly running down the stairs, were they in that much trouble? Phil quickly notices the blue Creature near a window and grabs it on instinct.

Sneeg's heart was racing and he was squirming in the adults hand, trying to bite him but failing, he was screaming- or to say screeching and could barely see through his tears but all of them were staring at him.

-LET ME GO! LET ME GO! PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I WILL LEAVE! LET ME GO! DON'T HURT ME! -Sneeg was blurting out each word.

-D-dad what the fuck is that?!-The brown haired person shouts in confusion

-I-I don't know!-The adult says while tightening his grip, which makes the creature screech more.

Phil notices an empty jar on the table and puts the thing in there, which calms him down enough to stop screaming but still makes him even more panicked.

-L-LET ME OUT! I DON'T WANT TO BE A PET! I DON'T WANT TO BE ENSLAVED! I WANNA LEAVE! PLEASE!-Sneeg kept crying out.

-Uhm...What do we do with it?-The blonde kid tunes in.

-Well, we are not keeping him, he is clearly terrified but he has certain injuries that caught my attention...Also yes he was the one stealing the food.

-Eh whatever, I'm going back to my room to read-The pink haired one spoke up and went to his room.

Sneeg rolled up in a ball and was crying, for a long time until the lid of the jar opened up and the adult dropped some food in it, he was right, he was going to be a pet.

After eating the blonde kid picks up the jar and heads to his room, Sneeg is panicking being picked up but gets used to it quickly.

-Soo, how long have you been here?-He asks, Sneeg does not answer, still scared.

The kid taps the glass on the jar to have him speak up.

-A-A few months! d-don't do that again please...-Sneeg speaks up.

-Well, I'm Tommy! What's your name little one?-Tommy introduces himself, but Sneeg stays quiet for a few minutes before quietly saying:

-Sneeg.

-Nice to meet you.

-P-Please let me out, I don't want to be a pet...Please...

-Pet? You are not a pet?- Phil said you had some injuries he wants to help out with.

-O-oh...Can you still let me out?..

-Nuh uh, you will run away!

-I won't! please! I don't wanna be in here anymore!

-Ugh fine! but if you run away You and I are going to be in so much trouble.- Tommy opens the lid and pulls Sneeg out with his hand.

-No. Running. Away-He says while placing Sneeg on his bed, he does not run, even if he really wants to, Tommy will outrun him.

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

Intergalactic Abductees: Tubbo (2)

Tubbo (1) Here Tommy (1) Here

(You can read Tommy or Tubbo in either order)

Word Count: 1,764

TW's: Unintentional Fearplay, Violence, Injury, Mentions of Abduction, Fear of Death, Syringes and Drugging, Profanity, Mentions Of Vomit (like, a sentence)

Characters: C!Ranboo, C!Tubbo, C!Technoblade, C!Philza, C!Tommy (Mentioned)

Summary: Tubbo's is honestly not having the worst time with his alien roommate. But nothing ever lasts forever.

The whole floor quaked with deep rumbles. The familiar sound brought a smile to Tubbo's face. He continued to scrub his fingers through thin, matted fur.

There was telling how long he'd spent in that cell. All he knew was that he was living on a strict schedule of sleeping, hiding, and recreation in between. The pair had tried to communicate on more than one occasion but the language barrier was simply too thick. Tubbo couldn't even replicate most of the sounds that the giant alien produced.

The only information they managed to trade was their names and even then, his roommate seemed to have a considerable amount of trouble pronouncing "Toby" so they had to stick with his nickname.

Whatever species Ranboo was, he seemed just as clingy as humans, if not moreso. That was lucky for Tubbo considering the creature was practically a living radiator. The only thing that kept him from freezing his ass off during his stay.

He took a step back to get a good look at the massive being. Ranboo's pupils wholly filled his irises as they focused in on Tubbo. As much as the human hated to admit it, Ranboo was looking worse by the day.

He didn't have a good frame of reference for what Ranboo was meant to look like when he was healthy but he could see him deteriorating in other ways. A subtle twitch in his muscles, drooping eyelids, longer periods of rest.

The portions they'd given him were small. It had to be raw meat of some kind. He'd vomited up whatever portion Ranboo was nice enough to share the first couple days before his body had somehow grown used to it. His tastebuds...not so much. Whatever water they left to spite Ranboo was free game, at least.

The fact that the alien's diet was solely carnivorous didn't really inspire hope in Tubbo but this would be an awful long time spent sustaining a meal. He just had to pray that Tommy was doing better than him. No, of course he was. Tommy would kick alien ass before he ever let them lay a hand on him.

He was probably already back on Earth after coercing some unsuspecting creature into giving him a ride. If not, he could surely pass as a stowaway. That guy could sneak out of a minefield undetected.

"Tubbo?"

The accented pronunciation of his name snapped him from his thoughts. Ranboo evalutated him with concern-ridden eyes. Tubbo offered him a reassuring smile, brushing a hand through the coarse fur on the bridge of Ranboo's nose.

Tubbo was promptly nudged in retaliation, sent tumbling across the floor. He sighed, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. The overhead lights were eclipsed the the smug face of his intergalactic roommate. He'd debated on pretending to be injured by the gentle push but then he remembered who he was dealing with.

The alien's heart would probably explode out of guilt. Tubbo was an ass but he wasn't that much of an ass.

"You know, you've got a lot of gall for an aquaphobe in spitting range," Tubbo riposted.

There was no way Ranboo understood a word of what he'd said but the tone enough was to make him snicker. He mumbled something that Tubbo guessed was some extremely witty comeback. He made grabby hands at the creature until Ranboo reluctantly offered him a pinky.

He hoisted himself up off the ground.

"Thank you, kind gentleman," Tubbo gibed. That earned him a flick to the chest that sent him straight back down onto his rear. He scoffed. "You're such a bully."

Ranboo tried to pull an apologetic face but failed miserably. He chuckled cruelly before offering Tubbo another finger that he was quick to shove away.

"No. I don't even want your help anymore. I quite like the floor," Tubbo snapped.

Ranboo's face scrunched up in faux distress. He collapsed down beside the tiny being in a huff. The pair only laid there a moment, drowsily staring up at the ceiling.

It was bizarrely peaceful.

Familiar.

Domestic.

Short-Lived.

The mountain of an alien sat bolt upright. Tubbo followed in suit, studying his companion as his ears twitched this way and that. The human listened for a sound he knew full well he'd never be able to hear. His eyes slowly trailed up to the solid, silver door, darting back and forth with his eyebrows sewn together in concentration.

He reached a hand towards Tubbo. Slowly. Hesitantly.

Bright, red lights flashed like strobes through the slit beneath the door. Deafening alarms sounded from somewhere in the hall, accompanied by frantic chatter and shrieks. A hand scooped Tubbo up off the floor just as the door slammed open.

His stomach churned with the sudden ascension. Ranboo blurted something that Tubbo wouldn't be able to hear over the loud alert tone even if he could magically understand the alien's language. Ranboo's face was scrunched up in pain. Sensitive ears twitched and stuttered on either side of his head.

He held Tubbo close to his chest as he scrambled out into the hall. The scene that awaited them was nothing short of mayhem. Creatures of all shapes and sizes scurried about, each acutely aware that this may be their only chance of escape.

Tubbo wished he could help his larger friend navigate the chaos but all he could do was sit in the cupped palm like he burden he was so used to being.

Ranboo wove through the winding corridors. The hellish overseers were nowhere in sight. He just barely managed to break away from the onslaught of prisoner traffic, hurtling down an empty hall. It became immediately apparent why everyone had made a point of steering clear of that path as a guard came bustling down the way with a gas mask clinging to their deformed face.

Ranboo scampered backwards but ultimately failed to go anywhere. A glint of light against glass was all Tubbo saw before he found himself laying on the floor gasping for the air so cruelly wrenched from his body.

The tall boy laid limp beside him, stiff hand reaching for Tubbo even whilst he was unconscious. The guard haphazardly tossed the syringe to the floor. He grabbed another from his pocket before charging into the fray once more

Something was broken. Everything was blurry and something in Tubbo was broken. He could hardly breathe. There was no time to locate the source of the pain. The second the wind returned to his lungs, he lunged for his cellmate.

"Ranboo," he whispered. He gave the alien's face a push. Still breathing but there was no telling for how long. "Boo, we need to...go."

He leaned his weight against a wall as a dry cough ravaged his throat.

"Come. Come on!"

Tubbo kicked the center of his forehead with all the strength he could muster, nearly losing his balance in the process. The creature didn't so much as budge.

"Ranboo!" he shouted into the alien's ear.

This time, there was an echo.

He whirled around to face the direction of the new voice.

"Ranboo!" someone called again, sounding more desperate by the second. He knew that tone of voice. Memories of that night with Tommy flashed across his mind. The whole night spent charging through a thunderstorm crying out for his best friend. They were trying to find him. Not because they were guards but because they knew him.

Tubbo's eyes darted betweeen the unconscious figure on the floor and the rushing crowd. The door was open. There was no telling when it would be open again. His exit was right there. With a reluctant groan, he dashed in the opposite direction of his only chance at freedom.

He stumbled through the onslaught of rushing feet until he came upon the one pair heading in the one pair heading in the opposite direction.

One of the creatures was blonde. Great, golden wings protruded out of his back. He was probably the closest thing he'd seen to a human sans the feathers lining his face and utter lack of pupils. He was joined by a broad creature with pinkish skin and even pinker hair. This one had icy blue eyes scanning the crowd of prisoners in search of something.

In search of someone.

"Ranboo!" the blonde hollered once more.

"Oi!" Tubbo shouted up at them.

No response. They couldn't hear him. Of course they couldn't. His voice was lost in the ear-piercing alarms still screeching through the halls. There was no telling when those guards were coming back to drag Ranboo to his cell. Without another thought, he snatched a loose screw off the floor.

He pressed a kiss to the cool metal, praying his baseball skills hadn't eluded him during the time he'd spent behind bars before hurling it straight at the pinkette's head. It hit him square in the temple.

Bullseye.

Blue irises shifted to red as he glowered down at Tubbo. It was only then that the human noticed the two fangs protruding out from his bottom lip. No time to be scared now.

"Ranboo!" he called, pointing down the corridor. He still looked about ready to flat Tubbo until the blonde pressed a placating hand on the other's chest. He said something in his freakish language but Tubbo didn't catch a word.

"I don't know what you're saying but I know where Ranboo is!" he shouted. He waved them forward. The pair had a brief discussion before the pink haired one reluctantly nodded.

And then they were running.

Tubbo kept glancing over his shoulder to ensure he didn't lose them in the foot traffic. The journey felt longer the way back but that was probably because he was tripping over his own artificial leg most of the journey.

They trio rounded the corner to find the dual-toned alien still laying right where Tubbo had left him. The blonde gasped as his friend pushed past him to press his fingers to Ranboo's throat.

After a moment of crouching there, he said something to the blonde that made him slump in relief.

Good. That was all Tubbo could think as he watched the pink alien hoist Ranboo over his shoulder with ease. He may not have been able to save Tommy but at least he didn't fuck this one up.

Even as the black spots danced around the edges of his vision, he felt nothing but a sensation of fulfillment beneath the layer of pain previously concealed by adrenaline.

He blinked.

Once.

Twice.

And then he was gone.

~

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[mysterious-gizem]

𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛

Warning/s: (???)

Prompt given by: @da3dm

Taglist: @gt-mcyt, @coolest-moon.

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Tommy proudly came home from his little haul, he placed his findings on the ground and inspected every item—A decent amount of clean fabric, and even a few fruits—He thanked the gods he lived on the outer part of the city, so he could forage for food on the plants.

(He misses the food humans made though-)

He sat down in content, having already eaten on his outing. He quickly fixed up his area and snuggled underneath his covers for warmth, the night was spent with eerie silence, yet nonetheless, the borrower slept comfortably that night.

As the sun rose, rays of light beamed down onto the rundown streets of the once-populated city—it was still fairly populated, just not with the living—The borrower still slept soundly in the walls of one of the apartment buildings, Tommy was not a light sleeper in any way; that's when his instincts kick in and warn him if anything happens while he's sleeping.

His eyes blinked open, as he let out a groan while rolling out of bed. The blond grabbed his satchel and his items; he was planning to go to the inner city, risky yet necessary.

The young blond began to head out of his little cavern, he peeked out of the semi-opened window, and saw vast empty streets; he hurriedly started to run across the empty streets, still hiding under objects in case of any unexpected interactions, he knew better than to expect the streets were going to be this empty along the way.

He passed by a few of those mindless creatures, luckily none seemed to pick up on his scent; which was their most highly sensitive sense. As he neared the core of the city, groans became more apparent to his ears.

Tommy could do this! He was a big man, never mind that he was trembling.

Tommy dashed across the streets, nearly getting stepped on in the process; the blond yelped as he almost tripped over a tiny pebble. As he quickly regained his stature he spotted a store not too far away, the blond grinned widely as he began to sprint towards the store. The door was slightly ajar which worked in the blond's favor.

He rushed inside and he was instantly met with rows and rows of looming shelves, albeit it was a bit messy; it seemed that there was still edible food on the shelves. He immediately started to search for crisps; one of the few human foods he had the luxury of tasting, he eventually found the aisle that kept the junk foods.

The teen was practically drooling at the sight as he spotted one of the few crisps he tasted before. The borrower; despite his small stature, was strong enough to carry the lightweight bag back to his home, he however chose to open one of them to munch on.

His taste buds practically melted as the taste brought him nostalgia, he cherished the moment as he got lost in the taste. The blond kept scarfing down the food, as the teen continued with his actions; he was completely oblivious to the door creaking open.

He was snapped out of his trance as he heard a loud grumbling groan looming over him, he was met with the grueling face of the creature; the borrower screamed in terror as he tried scrambling away falling off the shelf in the process. The creature stumbled about, chasing the borrower knocking over the shelves, chaos brewed as the blond dodged objects.

His heart pounded in his chest, the rush of adrenaline pushing him to run faster and faster. He barely grasped the fact he ran face-first at a wall, he scrambled to the sides; not realizing he backed himself into a corner.

He turned around, registering that a shelf had fallen atop the mindless creature, it hissed and growled as it slowly broke itself free. Other shelves and various items blocked his way, he wasn't in great shape to climb any of them as well, that's when it dawned on him.

Shit...

He's done for.

His eyes watched intently as it wiggled itself out of its awkward position, the blond took a shaky breath; the entity roared as it reached out an arm, the sudden act forced him to instinctively shut his eyes and prepare for the worst. His ears felt like it was about to burst; all he could hear was loud ringing.

And then nothing.

He tried grasping onto the wall behind him, but his hold faltered as he dropped to his knees. The borrower trembled as he sensed a shadow loom over his wobbly frame. Incoherent words made their way to his ears, words that boomed, so much so that it sounded cold and terrifying.

Their words blurred together until he was met with a huge hulk of a man with a terrifying boar mask. His voice returned to him as he started spewing out curses or sentences like 'get the hell away from me!' The teen was nothing short of frantic as suddenly another figure came into vision, the new person was shorter than the man with a boar mask but was still significantly taller than him.

That didn't stop him from swatting and cursing at them until the man with golden locks like him spoke in a deep yet loving tone.

"Hey mate, we're not gonna do anything, but you look pretty shaken up-" The taller was cut off by the borrower's bold mouth. "Oi just back off man, I can take care of myself!" He retorted and stubbornly flipped him off.

"We still have to take these supplies back to our base, how about you think about it?" As the teen turned back around the two men already sheathed their weapons and began grabbing items, he wanted to protest as he watched them take away mostly all the food, yet his mouth snapped shut.

Was it that bad if he decided to go with them?

He was lost in thought until the familiar voice asked again, "Hey kid we're leaving, you sure you don't wanna come with us?" He was met with silence as Tommy blankly stared up at him. The man sighed as he turned to walk away.

He came to an abrupt stop as he heard the borrower's voice, now sounding smaller and rather...weak.

"Wait..."

"I'll come with you."

#g/t #giant/tiny #gt #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #writing #dsmp g/t #giant!philza #g!philza #giant!techno #g!techno #t!tommy #tiny!tommy #request #borrower!tommy

[justarandomsloth]

FAKE FIC TITLE IVE GOTCHU

Waterfalls of Sorrows

In between Living and Lies

In Paintings so divine

To be the Glory and thine Power

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO DO THEM ALL! JUST HQVE FUN WOTH THEM ❤️❤️❤️

AYUP THANKS FOR THE AMAZING PROMPTS!!!! (They’re just so good and I hope I can do them justice!!!)

In Between Living and Lies

—Phil, Wilbur, and Techno are heroes (or villains I can’t decide) that work for their own private organization. Recently they’ve been developing a new technology that can infuse with liquid to give the user special abilities (potions).

Wilbur gets his hands on a shrinking potion and decides to test it out. He is AMAZED at just how big everything is and takes the opportunity to explore. After a bit he finds a small hole in the baseboard and he decides to explore the walls and try to find out what’s been making scratching noises for the past few weeks.

He doesn’t worry about rats because he’s confident in his powers but what he doesn’t expect to find is a trio of tiny teens.

—At first things are hostile as Wilbur is suspicious and honestly, a little freaked out by the tiny people living in his walls. He quickly warms up to them however as he gets to know them. Now in his free time he steals potions and visits the teens whenever he can.

—It all goes well for about a month until the Sbi’s shared house gets attacked. They were all preparing to attack their rivals when Wilbur suddenly remembered the teens and ran back into the house (despite the shouts from Techno and Phil)

He hates it but he has to use his powers to lure the borrowers out because he just doesn’t have time.

He hopes they will understand.

—

In Paintings So Divine

—Tommy’s hobby is painting and honestly, he’s gotten pretty good at using dollar store paints. Sure they absolutely SUCK and only come in a few colors but he’s learned to use them artfully.

One night he decided to work on something abstract so he drew a HUGE forest with a small man standing in the middle of it.

The teen was almost done but he had used up all of his yellow and blue on the man’s clothes. Begrudgingly he ran to the dollar store to pick up more paints.

—Wilbur didn’t know how he got here, or where he came from. All he knew is that he liked to play guitar and his name was Wilbur. He remembered having a brother and a father and he remembered the special bond the three of them shared. Speaking of Phil and Techno, where were they?!! He jumped off of the easel and began to pace around on the table below.

—Tommy comes back only to find that the man from his painting is missing and instead he seems to be pacing around on the table in front of him?! Also he’s only a few inches tall!?!! WHAT THE HELL!?

—

To Be the Glory and Thine Power

—Tommy doesn’t want to live this life anymore. He is a sizeshifter that had been captured at a young age by the tyrant Dream and he’s tired.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been used as the secret weapon of the king but he doesn’t want to be that way anymore.

Maybe that’s why one day when the castle is under siege he takes his opportunity and he runs. Along the way he meets Phil and the others. What he doesn’t know is that Phil is the opposing king of the neighboring country.

-He follows them back and starts to adjust to his new life. Tommy tries his best to hide his powers but one day he has no choice but to shift large to protect them.

Little does the teen know that instead of being terrified of him they are empathetic and truly care about him.

—Cue comfort as they try to make him realize that he IS more then what Dream trained him to be and that he’s like part of the family.

—

I hope these are good and that you like them!! Hopefully they’re not too similar! (sorry if these are weird, I wanted to experiment and have fun with them!)

(Also yes I hope you don’t mind but I took inspiration from your au for my last fake fic because it’s so good and I love your writing so much!!)

#mcyt g/t #g/t fake fic titles #dsmp g/t #i hope you enjoy #t!tommy #t!wilbur #t!philza #t!tubbo #t!ranboo #t!techno #g!wilbur #g!tommy #g!philza #g!techno #Sloth Q’s

[poprockpanda]

Reunited and Reignited: Chapter 2

Wilbur was awoken as gentle sunlight shone on his face. He moved to sit up but a small whine reminded him of the kid peacefully sleeping on his chest. He smiled as he saw how deep they were sleeping. Probably their first good sleep in a while. Wilbur thought as he lightly nudged the kid, causing them to sleepily sit up from the comfy nest they had made out of Wilbur’s shirt.

“Good morning kid, we made it.” Small eyes stared at him for a moment before they leaned back against his chest with a sigh. He let out a little chuckle at the kid’s obvious annoyance at being woken up. “I know, I know, but we’ve got people to see. I’ll have Phil make you a place to sleep when we get there.”

Wilbur readjusted his hand to make sure the kid was secure as he sat up in the chair. He felt them lightly grab his shirt as he stood up. Double-checking that the kid was okay, he headed to the supplies stored in the back of the ship. Setting them down on a metal crate, he opened up the overhead cabinets and started rummaging around for anything useful. 

He opened up a snack-sized box of Starrios and fished out a small handful. “Here you go, a little snack until we can get you some famous Technoblade potatoes,” he said as he set the Starrios on the crate next to the kid. He went back to rummaging but managed to see the kid happily munching on the Starrios out of the corner of his eye. 

He grabbed a messenger bag out of the far corner of the cabinet. He put a few travel-sized cereal packs and a small first-aid kit in the bag. He looked in the other various storage containers but he found nothing else of value.

The kid had finished their snack a while ago and now they were silently observing him. Wilbur took one last look around the small ship before slowly crouching now beside the metal crate. The kid stood up and looked at him inquisitively. “It’s time to head out, kid,” Wilbur said as he put his hand on the crate for the kid to get on. 

It seemed that he had proven himself enough to them as the hesitance from the day before didn’t show itself as the kid hopped onto his scaly hand. He cupped his hand slightly before gently depositing them onto his shoulder. He pulled down the collar of his jacket and waited until he felt the kid grab it from him. A smile spread across his face as he felt them snuggle up to his neck.

He stood up and headed to the ship’s door. He pushed the keypad to the side of the door and embraced the gentle breeze that rushed into the ship. He took a moment to observe the surroundings before confirming his suspicions. The autopilot had landed them in the clearing by the fuma berry patch. Luckily for them, the patch wasn’t more than an hour’s walk away from his home.

He stopped himself from spending too much time reminiscing over the various fond memories that were connected to this berry patch. He began walking on the familiar path toward his beloved home.

***

Even though he couldn’t understand the snake-like alien’s words their actions said enough for Tommy. They never grabbed him, they gave him those tasty star things, and they were even letting him ride on their shoulder instead of in the bag! They were a definite improvement from the last aliens he had met and were way nicer than them.

He took in all the new sights and sounds that surrounded them as the alien continued to make slow but steady strides, almost as if they were trying to make the trip as smooth as possible.

The gentle rhythm of the steps left him to wander off into his thoughts, finally able to let his guard down after months of staying alert.

***

As the crystal clear lake came into view Wilbur’s heart began to pound in excitement. They were almost there. One last turn and we’ll…….be home again. He stopped himself from running, he didn’t want to jumble the kid around.

He turned the corner and suddenly he was face to face with his home.

It’s real. I’m really home.

He almost fell to his knees but managed to correct himself as he walked to the wooden door that was connected to a wall they had built against the opening of the cave they called home. He let out a deep sigh before knocking their secret knock. 3…2…3…1. 

The world fell eerily silent as he waited for any kind of response.

The door whipped open and he felt the sharp tip of a spear pushed against his thick scales before he had any chance of reacting.

He was met with Techno’s hardened eyes, filled with deep rage. They both stood in silence for less than a second before Wilbur saw Techno’s expression of hate drop and his spear clattered onto the ground. His dark eyes filled with tears as he whispered.

“Wilbur?”

Suddenly they both snapped their heads to the sound of yelling from inside the cave. “Wilbur!” Phil yelled as he came barreling out the door past Techno, followed by Tubbo and Ranboo. The avian bolted toward Wilbur’s face, stopping himself right before he ran into his face. He analyzed it, looking for any hint that this might be another dream. He finally reached out to touch his face.

He was met with his son’s scaly skin, as cold to the touch as he remembered.

Phil lost focus on keeping himself in the air and he started to fall. Techno caught the avian and brought him to perch on his shoulder.

Techno stepped back into the cave, gesturing that Wilbur should come inside. Wilbur took a moment to mentally compose himself before he walked inside. Phil hopped down onto the counter, where a pile of uncut vegetables lay, as Techno gathered chairs.

Wilbur felt a tug at his collar as he suddenly remembered the kid on his shoulder. He gently scooped them into his hands and brought them to his eyes. He looked them over for any injuries. Luckily they seemed unharmed though quite startled. Ugh, why didn’t I think about them getting scared? It must be a lot for them to be surrounded by so many people, especially with Techno and his spear.

“I’m sorry kid, I didn’t think at all,” Wilbur said as he gave them an apologetic look. He cupped his hands and moved himself over to a wall to let them calm down.

“Who are you talking to, Bossman?” Tubbo asked, confused at the snake hybrid seemingly talking to himself.

Wilbur snapped his head to Tubbo. “Ummm, give me a second Tubbo,” he turned back to the kid, they were breathing deeply as they tried to calm themselves down. “It’s all good, kid. It’s time to meet everyone, I won’t leave you on your own, I promise.” 

Even though Wilbur knew they couldn’t understand him he could have sworn they were calmed by his voice. They stabilized themselves against his fingers as they stood up and gave him a look that said they were ready.

Wilbur turned back to the rest of the group, everyone’s eyes on him, as he started to speak. “So…. I kinda brought someone else home with me. Everybody say hi,” he uncupped his hands slowly and let his fingers lay flat out. Various gasps sounded across the room until Phil spoke up.

“Bring them over here, let me take a look at them,” Phil said as he gestured next to himself. Wilbur walked over to the counter, making sure to keep his hands steady. He laid his hand on the counter, waiting for the kid to get off. 

They hopped off his hands and stood facing Phil. Wilbur crouched by the counter to let the kid know that he was there for them.

***

Tommy was thankful that the snake alien stayed with him as the bird humanoid looked him over with concern. They gasped and looked at the snake alien, seemingly asking them a question about him.

They looked back at him and he could have sworn he saw them start to tear up as they walked toward him. He tensed up as the alien that was about twice his height approached but he didn’t run. He trusted that the snake wouldn’t let something happen to him, not after they rescued him.

Before he even realized it they had kneeled down and they were….hugging him. It was the first contact he had with someone even close to his size since he was taken. Their embrace was warm and he felt himself melt in their arms. Tears started to rise as they held him.

After what felt like an eternity the one with wings like a bee’s and antenna spoke up. The bird alien pulled away to look at them as they pointed at the snake’s bright orange tag and asked something with a questioning tone. The bird held Tommy’s hand for a moment before they walked to the edge and flew up to the bee hybrid’s shoulder. Tommy wanted them to come back but he stopped himself from reaching out.

He turned to the conversation as he saw the bee hybrid pulling what seemed like a toolbox out of a cupboard. They walked over to the snake with the box in their hands and pulled out a tool that looked similar to a screwdriver. They quickly examined the tag before starting to take it apart.

He stared fascinated as the bee hybrid worked until the tag unclamped with a snap and fell to the stone floor. The bee hybrid took it off the floor and placed it in their toolbox. The snake looked in awe for a moment before gesturing to Tommy. The bee alien looked at him and set down their handful of tools in favor of much smaller versions. As they walked over to him he didn’t feel as afraid. Despite them towering over him they had a young face like his and looked about his age.

They knelt in front of him and they had a warm smile on their face as they waited for him to offer his arm. He stuck out the arm with the tag for them and they gently held it between their thumb and index finger.

Even though they were a good bit smaller than the snake hybrid his hand was no bigger than the tip of their finger. His heart started to race as he was once again reminded of how easily they could hurt him. His mind started to fill with horrible thoughts until he heard a snap and felt an emptiness on his wrist.

The bee hybrid stood up and went back to their toolbox as Tommy stared at his wrist. The tag had left an angry red ring on his wrist, the only sign that it had ever been there. He glared at the orange eyesore that lay on the counter as a wave of rebellion overtook him. He raised his foot and smashed the tag with a stomp. He felt like a weight was lifted from his chest. 

He was finally truly free.

—

Tommy settled into the small bedspread that was laid out for him as he thought about the day’s events.

So much had happened in only two days that it was almost hard to imagine.

He felt so different from how he did then.

He felt like he was….home.

Maybe things are gonna be okay.

Taglist:

@beckyu @skullsnbruises @data-expunged-0

#mcyt g/t #out of the fire and into my hands au #g!wilbur #giant!wilbur #t!tommy #tiny!tommy #g!techno #giant!techno #g!tubbo #giant!tubbo #minigiant!phil #idk what the shortened version of minigiant is lol #ranboo is a giant and there #but i'm not put his tag cus he doesn't talk at all #queue

[pixy-stix-art]

My gift for @frickfrackiwastakingabath for the MCYT G/T summer event by @mcyt-gt-events

I decided to do art this time because I can get that done easier then writing right now. I really hope you like it! I wanted to do something dramatic. And you said naga or mer creature so picked mer for mermay.

I included a snippet of what is happening in the art below for some context.

Tommy, Willbur and Phil go on vacation to a little costal town. But end up getting kidnapped by a cult and are sacrificed to what the cult thinks is a god. (Aka Techno) he’s not a god but is a very powerful giant mer. His gotten tired of the humans trying to feed him other humans. (He says humans taste bad) so now there’s a horrible storm and Phil and his sons are stuck on a cliff after being left there. And Techno shows up knowing the humans will be washed away by the waves as the storm gets worse. He’s mostly just grumpy he has to save more humans but the human are terrified of the angry “god” in front of them. If you look closer you can see Tommy in Techno’s hand flipping him off.

#mcyt g/t content exchange #mcyt g/t #g/t #g!techno #tiny!wilbur #tiny!phil #tiny!tommy #fear play #art #pixie draws #mcyt g/t community #mcyt gt #gift exchange

[techn0tony]

I present to you: Donnie's design from my Future AU (that still does not have a name-)

Okay so a few things I should mention:

It's hard to see these details, but he has a robotic hand and eye (and one of his legs as well)

He is so fucking tall, he is taller than Leo even (but shorter than Raph of course). And yes he does tease Leo about it

He is the second brother to die, but I haven't decided his cause of death yet

There is a lore reason for places on his skin being blue, but it would be spoilers for my Separated AU if I told the reason x.x

This is the same Donnie from my Separated AU, my AU's are connected

EDIT MONTHS LATER LMAO:

Augh okay so actually I updated this recently: He does not die after Raph anymore, now Donnie is the first brother who dies

And the AU has a name now! It's the Genius Built AU

#a LOT of techno music and energy drinks led to me drawing this #and staying up until 2am #no i do not plan on sleeping /g #there may be things about donnie i forgot to mention #i am not sure agh #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #artists on tumblr #art #future donnie #technotony future au #tw blood #cw blood #technotony genius built au

[mjlor-chan]

#technoblade #techno #minecraft #mumza #g/t #g/t fluff

[2-sleepy-for-this]

Our little brother pt.2

It’s finally done! Here is the winner of the poll Our little brother pt.2! I tried getting this out asap but because of life stuff the next part of something to remember will take a bit longer.

tw ~ dehumanization (calling a person ‘it’), minor injury (talk of bruises), cages, unintentional fearplay

Word count ~ 1.5 k

The brothers looked down at the small creature shivering in Techno’s hand. 

It seemed so scared of them, but who knows what could’ve happened if they hadn’t gotten it out of the cold? They were able to get a closer look at it now in the lights of their shared apartment. 

It looked so small, not just in size but in age, too. It almost looked like a child, a human one. It seemed to wear clothes as well. Well, if you could even call those red rags' clothes. What kind of creature was this?

“We should set up a cage for it so it doesn’t get lost while we’re gone.”

“We can’t just leave it alone!”

“well what else are we supposed to do, wil? We both have our exams in the morning. It’s not like we could just bring it into class.”

The pinkette twin looked at his brother unamused, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Wilbur, you are not taking that thing to school.”

Techno didn’t like the smile that spread across his brother’s face.

“Thats the stupidest idea you’ve ever had.”

“You said it, not me.”

Techno sent a glare towards his brother but said nothing. He couldn’t be annoyed at Wilbur when they had bigger issues to deal with.

“Fine, fine, I won’t do it. But only if I can decorate its cage.”

It wasn’t like Wilbur to resign so fast. If techno wasn’t so occupied holding a small life in his hands, he may have been suspicious. But at that moment, the two brothers began forming a plan for the little creature's cage.

In order to set the cage up, the small being had to be put in a temporary container, a jar that had previously held Wilbur’s pencils on his desk. The lid of the jar wasn’t needed. The creature seemed too small and weak to climb out. 

It had taken way too much effort to put it in the jar. Once it saw the jar in Wilbur’s hand, it started struggling again, scratching at techno's hand and clinging to the rim as it was lowered into the jar.

When the boys deemed the cage complete, techno carefully set the tiny creature into it and locked the opening. He took a step back so both brothers could watch the thing, see its new home for the first time, wondering what it’ll do first.

The inside of the cage was a simple layout. It was just an old terrarium a friend had dropped off in their apartment a few months ago when they didn’t want it thrown away. The inside had some food and water and there was a small blanket formed into a fabric nest. 

As techno's hand placed the small creature in the cage, it immediately darted away. The twins watched as it slammed forcefully into the size of the cage wall. It made a pained noise as it got up and tried again. Wilbur looked at his brother in confusion before opening the cage and putting his hand, much more cautiously this time, around the creature.

Wilbur could feel its small fluttering heartbeat against his fingers, wheezing gasps for air raised its chest slightly. He tried not to grip too tightly since it was already in pain. He could tell from the way its right arm wasn’t moving as much as its left. It must’ve bruised it badly from slamming into the wall those few times.

He lifted the shaking creature up to look more closely at it. A large bruise would take up the thing's arm soon. But after looking at the injury, something made him pause. The thing, stone still in his hand now, was staring at him. That wasn’t a surprise, but as Wilbur stared into its eyes back, it seemed different.

Wilbur’s stared at animals before, and they’ve stared back, but this felt new, like it was actually searching for something in him. It seemed to search his eyes for… kindness, maybe? Malice? He wasn’t sure.

Its eyes were a bright blue that seemed to go perfectly with its blonde hair. It seemed so familiar. It was almost funny how similar it looked to his dad. This thing looks like it could be his brother if they were the same species.

“Hello there.”

Wilbur didn’t know why he was trying to talk to the creature, but something in his mind screamed at him that it was right. It looked too human to be kept in a cage. Too much like a child. 

The creature opened its… their? Mouth and took a breath, like they were about to speak.

“Wilbur? Is the thing okay or not?”

Wilbur jumped, making the small life in his hand flinch and clamp its mouth shut once again. Right, he forgot techno was next to him the whole time, probably wondering why he was being so weird.

“Uh, yeah… yeah, it looks fine, just some bruises.”

“Good, now come on, it’s way too late to be standing around. Put it back in the cage so we can go to bed.”

Wilbur spared one last look at the thing cowering in his hand before slowly putting it down on the little nest of blankets he’d made. He locked the cage tight and turned to his brother.

“Alright let's go, I’m too tired to deal with this right now.”

Wilbur dramatically slumped on his brother’s shoulder, earning a grunt from the shorter of the two.

Both brothers walked to their rooms, closing their doors behind them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wilbur’s alarm blared as he groggily slumped out of bed. Shutting off his alarm, he looked at the time, 6:30am; he had some time before leaving for his exam. 

Wilbur got dressed and made his way to the kitchen, but he paused in front of the cage from the night before. Right now, he could only see the tuft of fur at the end of its tail. The rest was under a blanket. Judging from how much the tail was twitching, it seemed to be having a nightmare.

He reached his hand in the cage with the intention of comforting it, but as soon as his hand got close, its body tensed and it darted away. Even though it was just sleeping, it was wide awake now. Wilbur felt bad for scaring it so much.

He looked at his phone to check the time again, 6:45am. He needed to leave soon if he wanted to get to his exam on time. 

Suddenly, he remembered the conversation he’d had with techno.

“Wilbur, you are not taking that thing to school.”

Well… maybe it would be best if he had the creature. Being locked up all day sounds so boring. All he would have to do was hide it in his hoodie pocket and it would be safe and hidden, then after he could let it play in the grass or something.

What techno doesn’t know won’t hurt him. He had left before Wilbur woke up and he won’t be back until after Wilbur gets home. It was perfect. 

Wilbur quickly picked up the creature and placed it in his pocket, luckily he was wearing a hoodie that had a pocket that zipped up. He payed no mind to the squirming against his abdomen as he zipped the pocket closed and started walking to the door.

“Let’s go, sunshine!”

Hm, sunshine… not a bad name.

With his Newley named sunshine he left his apartment building and walked to campus.

Once he got there, he went to the exam room and sat in his seat; the exams were passed out and just like that he had done it, he’d snuck sunshine into school with him. Take that techno.

The test itself seemed more challenging with a small being moving around in his pocket, but eventually sunshine settled down. Within the second hour of the test, Wilbur realized he had opened his pocket and started petting sunshine lightly at some point. Sunshine had probably fallen asleep during that.

The last hour of the exam was a blur of information and pen marks once Wilbur realized that he’d barely gotten anything done while petting sunshine. He’d taken his hand out of the pocket and kept writing until the professor said time was up.

Luckily, he was able to finish all the questions, and he slouched in his chair with a sigh of relief. That was a close call. 

The musician stood up and stretched, back cracking. Now all he had to do was a few more of those, and then he’d be able to enjoy his vacation with his friends. 

As Wilbur walked out of the room, he reached a hand into his hoodie pocket to check on sunshine. 

Sunshine?

He felt around but couldn’t find it anywhere. How could he lose sunshine? It was right there… how long ago was that? He couldn’t remember. 

Oh no

He lost sunshine. It could be hurt and scared somewhere, all because he wanted company for his test. Oh prime, techno’s gonna kill him.

Wilbur jogged back to the exam room and looked around on the floor. Nothing. No glimpse of golden hair, red rags or blue eyes anywhere. 

Who knows how far it could’ve gotten while he wasn’t paying attention? It could be in the vents, or another room, or even outside! 

But he needs to calm down before he can look. He needs to think here, where would a little creature like his sunshine go?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hope you enjoyed! I’ve got some stuff planned for this au >:)

#mcyt g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #giant!wilbur #g!wilbur #giant!techno #g!techno #tiny!tommy #t!tommy #Mentioned philza #g/t #I think this au is going places #our little brother au

[tittyblade]

okay ive been thinking.

rb with your answer + what your interpretation of barbie/ken is

#mcyt #technoblade #OKAY this is really dumb but bear with me DBJSBDJ #(dont read my og tags before u vote i want to hear ur own interpretation!!) #to me a ken is like a himbo. just living his best life unbothwred #and barbie 100% knows what she wants and how to get it shes a capital g Girlboss okay #SO IM THINKING. techno’s obviously a barbie have you ever watched any of his videos #BUT AT THE SAME TIME. being a barbie all the time would be so exhausting youve got sm shit to do #so in conclusion i say. hes a ken that can be a barbie whenever he wants. will he be tho? who knows #depends on the weather or wether he took his adhd meds that day

[brick-a-doodle-do]

oneshot! not a very good one but the idea came to me in the middle of a lake and i really wanted to write it for a while. based off of something that happened to me otw to said lake (i watched a bee trapped in the window. not as exciting as this)

the feeling comes so quickly

wc: 1856

cw: character injury (briefly described), brief character panic

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He was leant against the windowsill when he saw it. He had been struggling profusely to keep his eyes from fluttering shut, as to not tune out the conversation between his mother and his father in the case that he missed something. Wilbur had been to his right, head pressed against the upper strap of his seatbelt, knocked out cold, mouth hung open childishly with drool collecting near the corner of his lips.

Techno had looked at him, scowled, then turned in the other direction to watch the world go by.

It did, for a while, the trees blurring together like watercolor, and the passing cars racing across his line of vision. 

Then, all of that had come to a decided halt as his attention caught on something considerably more dire—a piece of twine, somehow dug into the rubber part of the car’s window and tied on minutely to a piece of wire. It flutters in the wind, the carelessness of the highway making it flap wildly. The only thing keeping it from thumping against the window, presumably, (which Techno noticed as he carefully traced the length of the tan rope before coming to a quick halt), was the little creature at the end of it.

Upon first glance, Techno assumed it to be some kind of bug; it was tiny enough to pass as a moth or a bee. But, as Techno shifts up and leans forward to get a better angle of it, he sees that it’s very much not a bug. He leans closer, which the creature seems to notice, although pays no mind to him given current problems more desirable. It almost looked human. 

With posable fingers, their grip on the rope is deathly, a black hand and a white hand clinging desperately to the tip of it while it tries to reserve his strength.

Something in his chest churns, watching it adjust its grip every so often as it becomes tired makes him feel uneasy about only staring at it rather than making a move to fix it’s situation.

He holds off for a few moments, instead keeping his eyes on the trees again. But now, there’s a fluttering black-and-white blur in the corner of his eye that he hadn’t even noticed before. Whereas now, it’s the only thing he can see; his gaze lingers on the rushes of green, although it always drifts back down to the poor thing that radiates the betrayal in it’s soul.

His attempts to distract himself are short lived, and he sucks it up. He can save this thing, he’s absolutely flawless at rescuing things.

Sparingly, Techno glances first at his brother, who’s throat is caught up in the seatbelt and looks more asleep than as of earlier, and then to his mother, who’s tracing her nails along the route on a paper map, one sourced from an outpost that they’d been to when it was apparent that they’d underpacked. 

Once he confirmed the secrecy of his rescue plan, Techno returned his attention to the creature. 

“I’m gonna roll the window down,” Techno announces to his parents. His mom smiles back at him, and Techno takes that as his cue to carefully unbuckle his seatbelt as he also maneuvers his other arm to push the button. Cool, windy air hits his face. He winces at it the further down the window goes, although he can’t say the freshness of the forest was something he didn’t cherish.

When his seatbelt is secured at its stationary position, Techno shuffles up as quietly as possible. He almost loses his footing when he pushes himself up against the middle console so he can get a better grip on the hook stuck inside the window. Techno untangles his foot from the hoodie on the car’s floor and continues, pulling his legs up onto the seat and bracing himself on the edge of the window. 

The road rushes under him. The bright yellow line blends into the grey concrete and it makes him shudder with the possible feeling of tumbling out the window and right onto the highway. Although, he toys with the possibilities of that considering he had good reflexes for a six-year-old. 

The longer he stares, contemplating death and rescue, the longer the creature flutters around in the wind, eyes closed tight as it tries to continue clinging on. His dad’s obliviousness, (which makes the car only speed up with the sight of no oncoming traffic or even a hint of cars as of now),  makes it hard to try and gather the confidence to tempt his fate, but he can’t handle the feeling of sitting still.

So, he makes sure he’s secure before pushing everything above his torso out the window.

His hair whips wildly around his face, shoulder-length strands of soft pink obscuring his vision. He considers backing down, as the cold wind from outside bites at his skin and the noise of it whips in his ears consistently. He can’t though, and instead he reacts instantly; his hands make an instinctual grab at the hook. The closer he looks at it, though, the more he realizes that he might have faced a much larger problem than he’d thought.

It’s wedged into the window, weaved in like it’d been intentionally made difficult, like the creature had planned to stay here.

Techno grimaces, huffing when his fingers slip and his fingernails scrape against the door in chalkboard-like fashion, making him wince. He tries again, but his fingers pose too thick for the twine, and he slips yet again. The sudden failure jerks him forward. Techno’s heart skips a beat and he finds himself grabbing onto the windowsill as tightly as possible.

He can’t let that stop him, he needs this creature to safety or his head won’t ever shut up.

Techno quickly composes himself, taking a few solemn breaths that get his thoughts more motivated than ever. A new plan is set, which is considerably more dangerous, although he can’t say acting on a whim wasn’t on his palate for the time.

He straightens up, pulling his hair back with a hair tie on his wrist and getting back to work. He spares another glance to Wilbur and his mother, who both seem caught up in what they had been before. 

Nodding to himself, he leans over the edge of the window, keeping himself balanced against it using his core, meanwhile his hands are making mindless motions to the rope, which trace the length of it until his fingers brush against the creature. 

Quickly, Techno notices it’s fluffy. From the parts of it that aren’t covered in cloth, such as its arms and its neck, the constant tufts of fur are matted and unkempt, which makes Techno frown, something instinctual creeping along the back of his neck.

The thing has become suddenly aware of him, the more physical Techno’s closing fist becomes, where its eyes fly open, two neon eyes, one red and one green, staring at him with gathered fear. 

Techno shakes his head at it, as if wordlessly trying to say you’re fine. It’s a lot cause, decidedly, as the fluffy tiny begins squirming profusely, causing techno to shift further out the window in order to have a two-hand hold on it, which makes his footing adjust, which makes his foot catch on something in the trash-ridden car, which—

“Phil, stop!”

He doesn’t know what’s happening, but Techno closes his hands around—something, there was something in his hands and—

(*)

The last thing Techno remembered was closing his fingers around something, and then it had been black.

Then, only a few seconds later, Techno’s head was stirring.

Something of black and white, although he didn’t pay any mind to it, what he was more focussed on was an indignant beeping noise that toyed with his left ear. His other ear was ringing profusely, which made his skin tingle.

When his eyes forced themselves open, the first thing he noticed was a white ceiling. To his left, a curtain, and to his right, a wall with five posters on them, with things he didn’t bother reading.

The reason: he couldn’t stop worrying about the black-and-white something.

Trying to dampen the thoughts with reality, he shifted up further and looked around the hotel room. He goes to move his arm to brush hair out of his face, but a spasm of pins stops him short. 

He winces  aloud, a world of pain coursing through his veins. 

At this, Wilbur, who he quickly noticed was passed out across two chairs, submerged under three armrests. He smiles at the sight, and even further as his brother hits his head against one of the said armrests. “Ah, ow!” Wilbur groans, holding his forehead and shifting from his spit. Somehow, he squirms his body out from the two chairs’ hold with barely any struggle,  then shifts onto the ground and stands up. 

“Technoblade!” Wilbur says, giddy-like as he comes rushing to his brother. 

Techno welcomes the hug, especially as Wilbur moves his arm under his (presumably) broken one. 

While the gesture is nice, and he returns it, it still felt empty without the thing from the window—oh.

A lot of things become apparent to him again. He was in the hospital after his tumble out of the window while making his dangerous rescue mission for the poor creature that was trying not to fall to their death. 

“Do you have that—uh,” Techno’s voice trails off ashe swallows away the dryness of his throat, “somethin’ I might have had when I fell out the window?”

Wilbur stares at him for a moment, the child-like glint in his eye pondering on it for a while, before, “oh! Yes, yes I do, I made mom and dad leave so I could give him to you.”

Techno’s spirit lightens at that. His brother reaches into his pocket, then slowly pulls his hand out. Instantly, his eyes beg for a look at the creature as the black-and-white fur comes into vision. The being’s eyes were blown wide, one red and one green staring at Techno with fear laced all throughout it. 

He couldn't help but feel bad, letting out a deflated huff. “Did we kidnap somebody?” Techno asks his brother. The longer he stares at the creature, the more sentient it looks. 

“No,” Wilbur reassures. “He can't talk. I've tried, he’s– stub…stubbord? That word.”

“Can I have him?” Techno asks, holding his good hand out. The creature’s ears are flat against his head and his tail whips wildly when he’s transferred to Techno’s hand. It chirps wildly, the scared noise filling his senses, which does nothing for instincts, although it does make him eager to try and help him.

Techno, carefully, runs his thumb across the top of the being’s head, where he feels the matted and unhealthy fur against his skin. He frowns at it. “Hullo,” he says, voice lined with sincerity. 

The creature chirps, long and deflating at a constant volume, like a whine.

“I'll help you, even though we don't know what to do,” he says, to which Wilbur chimes in with a fond nod. 

—–—

#brickfic #mw #borrower shelter au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #t!ranboo #g!techno #g!wilbur #technokid WOOP WOOOP!!!

[ana-lmao]

The Borrower In My Walls (Chapter 2)

Warnings: Swearing, blood, injuries.

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Sneeg slowly opens his eyes, feeling the ground move below him, squinting to see marble floor, he shots up awake and looks up to see the adult human staring at him.

-Good morning! Don't freak out- I'm trying to check your injuries and I can let you go. -The adult went straight to the point.

Sneeg nods slightly and flinches as the jar's lid lifts open, the human reaches down and grabs him gently, putting him on the marble counter. He watched as the human opens a cabinet and grabs a white box with a red cross on top of it. -Hey dad! -The brown haired human came downstairs and waves to his father. -Not now Wilbur -The brown haired kids name was Wilbur... -Bu- Wilbur was cut off by Phil. -Give me a minute Will, I'm busy, I gotta go outside and get stuff for him -The adult points at Sneeg. Wilbur grunts as Phil walks out of the house, looking annoyed at Sneeg, he grabs him by his cape and dangles him. Sneeg screeches, terrified. -Oh shut up, you're so whiny, why does dad even help you, you are just a pest. -Wilbur tightens his grip. Sneeg screams louder. As Wilbur continues to laugh, Wilbur loosens his grip. Sneeg takes this chance to fly out. -OH NO YOU DON'T YOU LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER- Wilbur grabs Sneeg by the wing and rips it. -Whoops!- Wilbur chuckles, saying it sarcastically. Sneeg bites down on his finger, Wilbur yelps and throws Sneeg at the wall, Blue blood drips down the wall, Sneeg being passed out like a dead moth. -Shit, shit, shit. -Wilbur panics. -Will...? -Tommy walks in the room, looking scared. -Uhh... I can explain! -Wilbur stutters as he tries to explain it. -What the hell Will -Techno walks in as well. -Dads going to kill you. -Techno says. Tommy rushes to pick up Sneeg and puts him pack on the counter. -I-I don't want to be a part of this... you can explain it to dad, at least clean the blood off the wall. -Tom and Techno leave Wilbur alone. -Will... -Wilbur looks behind him to see a horrified Phil. -What. did. you. do. -Phil speaks quietly but harshly. Wilbur slowly and quietly explains, watching as Phils gaze goes from anger to disappointment. -Just- Go to your room, I'll talk to you later. -Wilbur quickly leaves.

Phil looks at Wilbur and then looks at Sneeg, walking over and trying to wake him up. He hears soft whining and sighs. -Lets...Fix you up. -Phil grabs some alcohol wipes and wipes away some blood. Phil grabs some cotton and moss, making a small bed with a piece of warm fabric as a blanket and puts Sneeg there. -Goodnight.

#t!sneeg #g!tommy #g!philza #g!wilbur #g!techno #sneeg g/t #philza g/t #tommy g/t #wilbur g/t #techno g/t #borrower!sneeg #dsmp #osmp #moth!sneeg #The Borrower In My Walls #sneeg #tommy #philza #wilbur #techno

[dialga64bitz]

Major characters in Dire Dire docks!

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