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One Small Gift

HELLO! I TOLD YOU I'D POST ONE MORE FIC THIS YEAR! And I am very proud of myself for making it a Christmas centered fic! I can't believe it's actually been a year since I last posted a Christmas fic. Like where did the time go and how did this thing spawn?

I'm gonna ramble a bit more at the bottom of this fic about me and the community but lets not hold you up any longer so I give you: The Christmas Fic- One Small Gift :3

cw: fear, death mention (but no actual death), lying, panic and anxiety, fluff- Like, ALOT of Fluff, hidden identity and of course happy endings. You know, the usual angst/fluffy Beckyu fic :3 word count: 8351

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

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Cold

Why did the walls always have to be so damn cold?

Tommy’s mind couldn’t help but linger on the thought, as the Borrower shivered making his way through the maze that was the inside the house walls.

Human Beans invented heaters AGES ago for the insides of their houses to keep warm, so how was it that the inside of the walls were still always so flippen freezing?

Would it kill them to think of the little guy freezing their butt off just once?

Well no, maybe not. But it certainly would Tommy.

As much as the young blonde would love to cuss at the home owner for not giving him a proper source of heat, the Borrowers code quite literally FORBID them from ever telling a Human of their existence. Not to forget the fact that it would mean doom for a borrower if they ever did. All the horror stories of Borrowers being squished or experimented on from the elders to go off being proof enough.

Death by Human Beans?

HA! Absolutely NOT!

That’s exactly the reason why he is trying to get supplies for the Winter to warm himself up, before it gets even colder!

Tommy grumbled to himself as he ducked and weaved past forgotten cobwebs about how it was such a pain to be in this position in the first place. He’d had a perfectly fine home in a tree nook in the forest that had always remained nice and cosy warm during the colder months.

Even if that meant he’d been living on his own, Tommy had been happy living as an Outie borrower for as long as he could remember. Well at least he had, before some tall, pretentious brunette freak decided his home would be the perfect tree to cut down and drag all the way back to his stupid freezing cold house.

But it gets better, because even though the main part of his home was actually still intact under the now stump, the Bean still took the top half of the tree-

With Tommy still inside it!

They flippen took HIS house and wrapped it in a net; effectively trapping the poor borrower and then strapped it to the top of their car and drove hours and hours to a Human Town with him hanging on for dear life.

And that’s not even the worst part because not only did the flippen Bean steal part of his house, but then they had the audacity to cover the tree's dying corpse in fancy decorations and shining lights.

Like seriously WTF?!

A Bean kidnaps him from the only place he’s ever really known and covers his once thriving residence all merrily in ornaments, while he’s forced to flee his only real known place of safety with nothing but the clothes on his back, and the few supplies he did have stored in the upper levels of his now dying home. He hadn’t wanted to leave, but it was the only choice he really had.

Stay in the tree and get caught, or try and survive in the Beans' walls until Winter passes.

He chose the latter of course- (It’s not like staying would have helped him anyways)

Getting down from the top of the tree had been, well- less than a fun time for the Borrower. The big purple bruises across his back were a throbbing reminder from his impact on the floor at times, but he managed.

Instead, Tommy had started to navigate his temporary ‘soon to be home’ in the walls getting an idea of the layout and where the best places were to borrow from. He just had to make it through the Winter and then he could go home. Trying to get back to his nook now would be impossible with all the snow cover on the ground, but he’d get back to the forest even if it killed him.

Which might be the case soon if he doesn’t get some new clothes and heat source quick.

That was the main issue with being kidnapped after all. You only have what’s on your back and well, Tommy hadn’t exactly been expecting to get yoinked away in his scrappy T-Shirt and shorts. He had proudly made them himself with the few scraps of fabric he’d managed to find from some Beans that had been passing through years ago on a camping trip, but the fabric was light, and not made to be worn in such cold conditions.

He’d only meant to go up and check what the heck the loud thumping outside his tree was like any normal person. He was expecting a deer or maybe a bear using it as a scratching post, not a Bean cutting their house down and taking him along with it. You don’t exactly have time to think about putting on proper clothing when your everything is at stake.

So that was step one: Find some material and make some clothes- a jacket the top priority.

Tommy is very thankful that he had his borrowing bag on him, that he still has his self made needle and some old thread so he at least didn’t have to start from nothing. Finding the material hadn’t been too difficult to locate either. When he first scouted the place, he discovered pretty quickly that the Bean had a habit of leaving stuff all over the place, so borrowing supplies hadn’t been difficult to do without being noticed. It’s how he found the most perfect fluffy woollen red sock to make a coat and blanket from. He would already have it now though if the Bean hadn’t come back before he could swipe it.

The Borrower had tried to come back for it later, but the Bean had decided it was time to clean their room up because he had some guests coming for this thing called ‘Chris-mass’- whatever that was- and the sock was gone.

So instead he grabbed what he could and made his way back to the walls with just enough fabric to make a new pair of pants and some crackers for dinner.

But it still didn’t fix the whole freezing situation.

What Tommy really needed was a candle.

To a Human Bean it may seem to be an insignificant source of light, but to a Borrower it could literally be the difference between a warm nights sleep and becoming a Borrower popsicle! But that was easier said then done because all the usual spots Beans would normally keep candles, were replaced with flippen electric ones!!!!

What’s wrong with fire on candles!? Why would you want a fake candle that just flickers and produces less light than a real one?

That or something for a bed. At least that way he’d have a comfortable place to sleep and trap his own body heat.

He really wishes he could have taken those socks…

As if this Bean wasn’t bad enough, not only did they lack the materials Tommy so desperately needed, but they wouldn’t shut up talking into the black box (a fone he thinks it’s called from memory) to other Beans with how excited they were about them coming to stay for the Hole-lid-days and spend time huddled together by the fire or something dumb.

“Come on Dad! Let me host. If you let me host, I’ve got the coolest surprise planned for you and Techno I swear!! Plus don’t you want to come and see me?”

Lucky prick. Got a Dad and a brother…

Now don’t get him wrong, Tommy is a big man, if not the biggest man to ever exist and he doesn’t need anyone. But he also couldn’t help but long for someone to share the cold season with like the Beans did. It had been so long since he’d seen another Borrower like himself and though he’d never admit it, living alone did get a little bit lonely sometimes. It would be nice if just once he could share a night cuddled up close to a loved one, and just bask in each other’s company.

But Tommy didn’t have time to be sentimental about things he’d likely never have.

He needed to find a way to stay warm and get warm now.

But the universe decidedly hated Tommy because, tonight was apparently December 24th-

Chrisymiss Eve.

Tommy had been here about a week or so and in his short stay still wasn’t 100% sure what this whole Khrislermas was, but it appeared to be a BIG deal to the Beans.

Apparently, all the Beans get together whether it’s family or friends to spend time together and exchange gifts. It’s about being thankful for what you have or whatever and something about showing how much you love someone by giving and receiving presents.

Tommy thought it was actually quite a nice thing the Beans did and wished that Borrowers had something similar themselves in their culture. However, there was one thing he still didn’t quite understand about this whole holiday thing.

Who the heck is Santa Claus?

He’d been taking some more crackers the Bean had left out from the kitchen while this ‘tv show’ played on the Bean's big Black box that was talking about this Santa guy. Apparently, he was some elusive, big fat man, dressed all in red with a big white bushy beard, who climbed down the Beans chimneys, and left gifts for all the little boys and girls of the world. He had this list too that knew if you’d been naughty or nice and would leave the good children gifts and the bad children coal in their stockings.

Children could write letters to Santa or he’d visit and children could sit on his knee and ask him for a gift they would like and he would deliver the toys to children all over the world on Christmas eve when everyone was sleeping, only to have disappeared by daybreak.

Tommy hadn’t thought much of this Santa at first- not when it was just another Bean to avoid. That was until he learned two very important details.

1- Santa delivered presents to ALL children of the world.

And 2- Santa wasn’t meant to be seen by Humans either.

So not only did this Santa guy literally just give out free gifts, but Tommy literally had a way to get exactly what he needed for the winter!

All he needed to do was talk to Santa and he’d be saved!

Now you might be thinking: But Tommy, you said it yourself. Santa isn’t meant to be seen by anyone so what makes you the exception?

Simple.

Borrowers aren’t meant to be seen by Beans and neither is Santa.

Which means just like Borrowers, Santa must not want to be caught (which if he thinks too hard about it makes sense since he literally breaks into houses but anyways) and unlike with Beans, there is no rule that says Borrowers can’t see Santa!

All he has to do is wait for Santa to visit Crystamas eve, and then he can ask for his gift! Santa probably even knows what he wants, being made of magic and all! He just never knew Santa existed so he’s never asked for his gift before!

If he were a more greedy Borrower, he could ask for so much more to make up for all the years he never got a gift, but that would probably put him on Santa’s naughty list. And while coal would be good, Tommy doesn’t exactly want to burn the house down with him inside it. So this was his best shot to get exactly what he needed.

The hard bit though, was waiting for Santa to arrive. That meant not only having to be out in the living room where the fireplace was, but also meant he had to wait for the Bean to fall asleep. Which really meant that it would be AGES before Santa would come because the Bean of the house was terrible at sleeping at night.

The man literally had no sleep schedule and would stay up till terrible times in the morning before drifting off. Normally that wasn’t much of an issue for the Borrower having observed this early on, but right now it was very much a hindrance because it could be hours before they went to bed.

It also seemed that they wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon, because the amount of energy and excitement the Bean had displayed the whole day about his family coming home was overwhelming. He’d come home at one stage with this big bag of stuff talking on the black box about how his super cool surprise was coming along and how it would be awesome since they let him host Chrimpmas- whatever that meant.

Tommy had hoped with the excitement of the holiday they’d have been ready to pass out by now, but he couldn’t be more wrong with the amount of commotion he could hear from down the hall- and that’s through the walls.

At least he could observe everything going on from his place on the bookshelf. It was right next to a small crack in the wall he could just squeeze through, but it gave him a good view of the living room but also enough cover from prying eyes unless he made his presence known. However, being out of the walls had one difference the blonde hadn’t accounted for.

Heat.

The fire had been lit and was keeping the whole room nice and toasty warm compared to the harsh bite the walls somehow managed to keep. The whole atmosphere made him almost want to curl up and fall asleep. It had been so long since he’d been able to just enjoy the warmth in the air and not be shivering to keep alive.

Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt if he had a nap before Santa arrived.

Just a quick one….

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Tommy was awoken to a rather loud THUNK as the Borrower shot up from where he had fallen asleep atop the shelf.

It took the blonde a moment to realise where he was and not panic about being out in the open before his eyes settled upon a figure.

Sprawled out across the floor in a heap of red and white was the jolly big man himself.

Santa Claus.

The one and only.

“Santa!” Tommy yelled excitedly as he hurriedly manoeuvred to stand. “Santa you came!”

Santa’s head snapped up from the floor alarmed, as they pushed themselves to stand and take a defensive stance.

“Who said that?!” they shouted, looking around wildly panicked. “Show yourself!”

Tommy giggled to himself. Santa was so silly.

“Up here Santa! I’ve been waiting for you.” The blonde waved as the man's head turned and their eyes fell onto his small form.

Tommy grinned at the magical man taking him all in.

Just like the figure on the big black box, Santa wore a big red coat with white fluff lining the ends of his sleeves. A big black belt was strapped around their waist, fastened with a fancy golden buckle and sturdy black boots on their feet to keep out the snow. Their head was adorned with an oversized big red hat, with a giant white fluffy pom pom on the end, and they had a long white beard that travelled down their chest. And last but not least was a pair of gold rimmed glasses perched on the tip of their rosy red nose which accentuated their big brown eyes that were staring at him in wonder.

Huh.

He could have sworn that Santa's eyes were blue.

“I can’t believe you came! I wasn’t sure if you would since I never sent a letter but you must have known anyway cause here you are!” The little borrower stated excitedly as Santa removed his glasses, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

“I’m so glad you’re here! I really need my Crimpmess present.”

“I’m sorry you’re what?” the man’s eyes furrowed in confusion as they processed what the younger had said.

“My present!.” Tommy rolled his eyes. “You know, the whole reason why you’re here.”

Santa didn’t exactly seem like he knew what was going on. Right now all he was doing was staring and Tommy was getting a bit annoyed.

Was that not why Santa was here? To deliver his present like the show had said?

Tommy huffed annoyed he had to explain all this. Wasn’t this like his job? He should know!

“I’m sorry,” Santa began slowly as if trying to process. “I didn’t actually know you were here.”

“Why else would you have come then?” Tommy crossed his arms unimpressed. “I’m the only kid here, but don’t tell anyone else I said that. I’m a big man! The biggest ever!”

This finally seemed to warrant a different reaction from the older, as they looked the boy up and down unimpressed by this so-called ‘fact’.

“A big man huh? You look more like a child. What are you- 12?”

Tommy feigned a gasp, grasping his chest offendedly. “I’ll have you know I’m 14 and the biggest man alive! I’m only a child for the purpose of getting my gift tonight and tonight only!”

Santa couldn’t stifle a laugh as he watched as the small child stomped his foot in a mini tantrum at being called 12. It was endearing in a way but he still wasn’t sure how to proceed with a tiny child standing on their bookshelf.

“Well whatever you say I guess, but I still I didn’t know you were here.”

The blonde shrugged before moving closer to the shelfs edge. “Ah well it doesn’t matter. You’re here now so I’d like my gift please! You have it right?”

“If I didn’t know you were here, then how would I have your present with me?” Santa asked.

Well he did make a good point. It’s not like he sent Santa a letter and he hadn't met him to tell him like other human bean children had until now.

“Oh right. Guess I better come sit on your knee and tell you what I’d like than.” Tommy stated matter of factly, as the small Borrower moved to the edge of the shelf and stabbed his hook into the wood, quickly jumping off to descend on his rope to the ground.

“Wait, DON’T DO THAT!”

The blonde yelped in surprise, moving instinctually to protect his ears at the sheer volume the man shouted, in turn losing his grip on his rope, quickly plummeting down to the ground below. Santa lunged forward with an outstretched hand as the boy slipped down the rope at a rapid speed, catching him before any real harm could be done. He semi slammed into the wall, clutching his hand to his chest as they did so before quickly unfurling their hand.

“Oh my prime! Kid- kid are you alright?” Santa said frantically checking over the boy he now held in his palm.

Tommy shook his head, dizzy from the sudden force that had rammed into him only moments ago. He tried to steady himself grabbing, onto the nearest thing his hand could find as he begun to regain his bearings.

Oh he was going to ache tomorrow…

“As soon as the world stops spinning, yeah.”

Santa sighed in relief as Tommy allowed himself to regain focus. It was then that he really took note of where he was.

Normally, if a Borrower was sitting in the hand of someone almost 100x his size, he would be kicking and screeching to get away. But this was Santa Claus’s hand and Tommy felt only wonder.

It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. The thing he had grabbed onto was apparently Santa’s thumb and it was almost as big as his head! Even if it was a bit weird sitting on the leathery texture of their skin, the warmth radiating beneath him was heavenly, and the way the man’s fingers curled slightly over him protectively felt nothing but comforting.

Santa hadn’t moved since he caught Tommy mid air, and was staring at Tommy as if they would disappear. They seemed stuck on what to do next, but also amazed he was sitting there at all.

“You alright there big man?” Tommy raised a brow confused at why the man would act this way. Santa was literally made of magic and had flying reindeer for goodness sake! A borrower existing surely was no cause for such amazement? There were surely way more interesting magical things to see than a lowly Borrower like him.

(But then again, he was a pretty poggers Borrower if he did so say that himself, so staring could be justified for that reason)

This finally snapped the old man out of their wondrous stupor, as they squinted their eyes open and shut with a quick shake of their head.

“Uh yep. All good um. Let's- go sit down. Yeah- yeah, let's do that.” Santa said, confirming more to themself than Tommy.

Santa brought the boy protectively to their chest to brace them before they moved away from the book shelf, smoothly walking over to the couch where the old man sat down ever so slowly to not jostle their small passenger. The second they were bending down to sit though, Tommy was launching himself off Santa’s palm for his knee as the bearded man frantically tried to stop them in their escapade.

“Kid, would you stop doing that? You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Pfft please. This is nothing compared to how I got down from that tree over there.” The boy grinned as they pointed to the far corner of the living room.

The man's head followed to where the boy was pointing, the Christmas tree displayed proudly in a large pot tied with a red bow, small lights flickering on and off in changing patterns.

“Tree? You mean the Christmas tree?”

“Yep!” Tommy stood proudly popping the p. “I had to get down somehow and my hook would have gotten stuck in amongst the branches if I had tried to abseil down. So I did what any logical Borrower would do and jumped.”

“You jumped?!” Santa’s eyes widened, as he looked back and forth between the boy and the top of the brightly decorated tree. He grimaced, imagining the boy throwing themselves from the upper branches like they had done only moments before onto his knee.

What was with this kid and being so reckless?!

“You jumped from the top of the Christmas tree!? Why were you even there in the first place?”

Tommy rolled his eyes, crossing their arms in front of their chest.

“It’s all that stupid Beans fault.”He huffed annoyed. “He just came waltzing into MY forest, decided to be very rude and put their grubby hands all over MY house wrapping it up in some ugly net, only to cut it down with me still in it!”

Tommy didn’t notice the way Santa’s brows furrowed and their expression changed to one of horror as he continued to ramble on.

“They literally kidnapped me, Santa! They’re so lucky that the main part of my house is under the tree’s trunk and not the higher branches because I swear I would have murdered that Bean in their sleep by now if they had!”

Tommy was very pleased to have finally gotten to vent some of his frustrations to someone other than his internal self, but now he was finished he had a good chance to register the other’s reaction.

Santa looked horrified.

His eyes seemed glossed over as if he was holding back tears, and one hand slapped over their mouth, the other gripping their wrist tightly in an attempt to ground themselves.

Uh shit. He hadn’t meant for that to happen…

“Uh but don’t worry Santa!” Tommy was quick to add. “ I wouldn’t actually do that. That would be a bad thing to do and put me on the Naughty list! I promise I won’t actually murder anyone!”

Phew, that was a close one. He couldn’t jeopardise his only hope with a silly joke!

Santas’ face had yet to change and Tommy subconsciously started to fidget feeling nervous to how the older was reacting. Maybe he had blown it and now he was on the naughty list. Another glance at the old man's face seemed to confirm those fears.

He’d blown it.

His one shot at survival and he practically threw it all away with a vent. No wonder he ended up all alone.

“Please don’t put me on the Naughty list Santa. I need my gift.” Tommy spoke timidly. “I didn’t mean it.”

“I- no. No you’re not on the Naughty list.” Santa dragged his hands over his eyes a few times strained. “I'm just trying to process. It’s more of the whole kidnapping thing. ”

If Tommy had been paying better attention, he may have noticed the few stray brown curls poking out from under the man's hat, but he was more thrown by their following question as the magical man continued on.

“If you were in the tree, why didn’t you say anything?”

Tommy drew a deep breath, before sighing as the boy shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Because Santa, Beans aren’t supposed to know that Borrowers like me even exist.”

“Beans?”

“Human Beans Santa. You know, big people like you, but not magical and stuff.” The Borrower explained. “There’s no way I could tell the dumb Bean he was cutting my house down! Do you know what Beans do to Borrowers like me?”

“Um no?” Santa fiddled with his hands as he looked away, eyes downcast to avoid the youngers gaze as they continued.

“They get rid of us. To them we’re just pests or things to be used.”

Tommy hugged himself tightly, anxiety pooling in his chest for the first time that night. He wished it wasn’t true, but Beans just held far too much power for their own good. Their greed often outweighing their need to do good without reward.

“I’d rather risk jumping out of a tree than ever fall into the clutches of a Bean.”

“But how do you know that?” Santa suddenly said, muscles tensing as they clenched their hand into fists.

Tommy flinched at the sight of hands so close. Closed so tightly that he couldn’t help let slip the thought of himself in the mercy of their grasp, begging to be freed like all the stories had said of the Borrowers trapped in agonising pain. The man noticed his discomfort, and immediately loosened their fists, moving their hands away and under their thighs so as to not startle the boy any further than they already had.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Santa said with a sense of guilt. “But I just- How do you know that though? Who says that they would have hurt you if you had just made your presence known? You wouldn’t have had to jump or gotten hurt.”

Santa turned away sheepishly, whispering sadly. “They could have helped you.”

Tommy swallowed hard, his shoulders sagging as he observed the sad look Santa had as they stared at the Christmas tree. It was obvious they were blaming themself for what had happened. He was far too kind for that.

“Santa, it’s not your fault.” the boy sighed, “Every borrower is taught this from birth. It’s a known fact that Beans are all cruel, power hungry beings. They always want more and just take, take, take.”

“But what if this ‘Bean’ didn’t know.” Santa shot back, causing the Borrower to falter. “What if you had said something? They would have stopped and left you and your house alone? How do you know they wouldn’t have helped you?”

“Because Santa,” Tommy turned and faced the man head on. “That’s just how Beans are. To them, we're just another thing to take and control.”

Tommy wanted to believe Santa, he really did, but it was hard to just ignore years of being brought up to beware Human Beans and their cruelty. He’d seen it even from when Beans had once come into the forest with their fire sticks, and took down a friendly deer. It was unnecessarily cruel and was all the convincing Tommy needed to deem all Humans bad.

Santa nodded sadly in some kind of understanding, but Tommy couldn’t understand why Santa looked so hurt. It wasn’t his fault the Bean took him and his home, but he seemed so convinced that hiding and not asking for help had been the wrong thing to do.

He thought they were the same, that if Beans caught him on Christmas Eve, then something bad would happen to him like it would for Borrowers. That’s why they had to stay a secret. Why no one could know they were here.

But Santa wasn’t a Borrower who lived in hiding unknown. The Beans knew about the jolly, present giving man that only appeared in December.

He could live among the Beans and it would be fine if he asked for help. Everyone liked Santa. He didn’t take things just to survive. He gave toys and gifts so he would have no worries about the repercussions of taking a paperclip just to get around. He wouldn’t have to worry about Beans hurting him if something went wrong. He would just use his magic and be fine.

It was Santa’s choice to stay hidden as an extra precaution to protect that same magic.

“But you’re different from the Beans Santa.” The boy perked up instantly remembering why he was doing this in the first place. “You only come out of hiding at Christmas and everyone knows who you are! You only hide to keep your magic safe from Beans so they can’t have that too!”

The man gave a small smile as the boy continued to ramble, pacing back and forth on his thigh as he did so.

“But I don’t understand why you give children presents when they already have so much!” Tommy stopped, his lips pursed together as his voice dropped to a whisper.

“Unlike me.” He confessed quietly, lifting his head to meet Santa’s sympathetic gaze.

Santa was staring at the young boy again, leaned forward in concern listening as the blonde continued to share his story.

“It's why I need my gift Santa.” Tommy wringed his hands together with a nervous glance to see Santa’s reaction who nodded in approval, gesturing for him to continue.

Tommy steadied himself.

Now or never.

“I was brought here with basically nothing. Forced to move into the Beans walls or risk being seen. I’ve barely been able to get anything for basic survival and the walls are freezing!”

Tommy shivered remembering the way the air had nipped at his nose as he struggled to keep warm. Clutching himself tightly in a poor attempt to retain any kind of body heat. The one time he went up stairs without his coat and of course he gets kidnapped.

He needed this.

More than anything.

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Wilbur had just wanted to have the perfect Christmas.

It was his first time hosting and had decided he HAD to go all out.

More decorations than his little house needed both inside and out, homemade hot chocolate from scratch and had promised his Father and brother a very special Christmas surprise if they let him host.

Their first ever living Christmas tree and a surprise visit from the Big man himself- Santa Claus.

He’d done a bunch or research into the best spots to go where he could get a tree and quickly had been recommended from several sites about the fir trees in Logstedshire, and quickly made the trip out to find a tree.

What the websites failed to mention, was that said fir trees might be inhabited and the home of tiny people that are terrified of Human Beings.

So if you asked: No, Wilbur was not having a good night realising he had kidnapped a child that was deathly afraid of him and only okay right now because he thought he was the real Santa Claus.

In a way, it was a good thing the kid hadn’t realised yet, because if Wilbur had never dressed up in this silly costume, he probably would have never known about the child freezing to death in his walls.

The child was so cold despite their lively spirit when he’d caught them after they launched themself off the top of the shelf. The fact it wasn’t the first time they’d thrown themself from such a height made Wilbur sick knowing had they not been lucky, could very well not have made the long fall. But the fact the kid had been struggling, terrified and afraid in his walls when he could have helped had the guilt eating him away as the boy rambled on.

They were so sure of themselves with the cruelty of humanity too that they had him so on edge. If the blonde knew he was really the guy that had cut his tree down, he very much doubted they would be this enthusiastic. He was talking about how much he needed his gift- the gift he still had no clue what it was, but just hearing the little blondes tale, and seeing how thin his clothes were had Wilbur making a very long list of things he needed to get to help the kid out.

A kid which he still doesn’t know the name of.

The boy's eyes had brightened, as he bounded up and down on the balls of his feet eagerly, talking about what this gift would mean for him. He was actually quite endearing despite their seemingly dire situation.

“If I tell you my gift, then you can give it to me now and I’ll actually have a chance to survive the Winter!” He explained excitedly, grining.

Wilbur pushed down his anxiousness for the boys well-being. They had already suffered enough from his mistakes. He didn’t want them to suffer any longer than they had by them accidentally discovering the truth.

“What’s your name kid?” Wilbur mentally slapped himself that he hadn’t asked sooner.

The tiny boy chuckled to himself as they crossed their arms. “Oh come on Santa, you know my name don’t you? You have a list with every child's name on it.”

Ah- right. Santa did have that Naughty and Nice list didn’t he? Curse Santa for having to live up to magical standards.

“Uh- I came here in such a rush, I um- ah must have left my list back at the North Pole.”

“So?” The boy argued, raising a brow. “You’re magic. Don’t you just know?”

Did he say endearing earlier? How about difficult for making him use his brain at 9pm at night. (Shut up. Don’t judge him for it)

“Well you know there’s like 2 Billion kids in this world and I see them all in one night. You don’t expect me to remember every name without my list do you?”

The kid hadn’t seemed to account for this, and thought it over before shrugging in agreement.

Oh thank goodness for kids being young and naive.

“I guess that’s fair. But you’ve got a s*** memory in that case Big Man. Getting old.”

Actually, make that an annoying gremlin.

“I think if someone wants their present, they should be more careful about insulting their elders.” Wilbur teased with a chuckle. The boy rolled his eyes with a groan.

Okay, an endearing gremlin then.

“Fiiiiiiiiine.” they drawled letting their arms drop to their sides before extending their hand up in greeting. “The name’s Tommy.”

Wilbur carefully lifted his arm up and slowly extended his pinky finger out for the boy to take in an oversized handshake.

“Nice to meet you Tommy.” His finger dwarfed the boy entirely, his pinky finger only slightly shorter than the boy's total height, but nevertheless, Tommy took the tip and shook it lightly.

“Now, why don’t you sit down and tell me what it is you’d like for Christmas?”

Wilbur couldn’t help but smile at the little boy excitedly sharing in exact detail what he wanted. What the Borrower wanted wasn’t even that difficult to get, and he knew exactly where to find it. Tommy continued to ramble on for a bit longer about what he had been doing since coming here and Wilbur made mental notes of the few places where Tommy talked about entrances in out of the walls for future reference.

He was going to have to look out for Tommy from now on and if he wanted a shred of hope in getting him to trust him as Wilbur, he was going to need a plan.

“So could I have my gift now? I would really love it now and you still have a lot of other houses to visit tonight right?” Tommy asked innocently.

Wilbur really didn’t want to stop talking to Tommy. Tommy trusted the magical Santa Claus; not regular Human Being Wilbur Soot. He knew that if he let Tommy go now, it was unlikely he would see the kid again, but if he didn’t leave as Santa now, they would most likely get suspicious, realising he was a fake and panic.

Wilbur sighed as he brushed a stray hair of fake beard from under his cheek.

“I- yeah I guess so. Best get you to bed then too.”

“Awwww but I’m not sleepy yet!” The blonde pouted. “This is normally when I’m awake so it would be a crime to make me sleep now.”

“Well good little girls and boys go to bed when they’re told if they want to stay on the nice list.”

“You’re not the boss of me!” Tommy stuck his tongue out in defiance and Wilbur had to bite his to stop himself from bursting out loud laughing.

This kid was going to be the death of him he swears.

Wilbur extended his hand to the Borrower, keeping it steady as he waited for Tommy to climb on. He’s still a little huffy at first realising there was no room for argument, but climbs on anyway, sitting down in the middle of Wilbur’s palm bracing themself before he moves.

The brunette curls his fingers over the boy slightly, bringing his hand to his chest protectively. He tries not to linger too long at how it felt to hold an entire person in one hand for the second time tonight before moving to stand.

Steadily, Wilbur makes his way over to the book shelf and cautiously raises his hand up for Tommy to climb off of. He sets his hand down on the wooden surface and Tommy takes no time in hoping off to stand, waiting expectantly for his promised present.

“Okay I need you to close your eyes just for a second.” Wilbur asks the boy who quickly covers his eyes with his hands, only to peak out from behind his fingers seconds later.

“I mean it Tommy. Keep them closed.”

“Ugggghhhhh Fineee!” the boy said huffing, but relented nevertheless.

Wilbur quickly whirled around and crouched down beneath the Christmas tree, snagging a gift from the floor and hastily tearing the gift tag labelled- Technoblade; from the gift before setting it next to the small borrower child.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

Tommy removed his hands and squealed in delight, quickly reaching down to hug the gift.

“Oh thank you Santa! You really are the most poggers man ever!!!” Tommy spoke rapidly, smiling so much his cheeks hurt. “Well after me of course, but only by a little bit!”

Wilbur chuckled as he gazed affectionately at the blonde hunched over the brightly wrapped gift. “You’re welcome Tommy. I’m glad you like it.”

The boy quickly stood, and started hauling the gift to the crack in the wall, as they tried to shove the gift through. Unfortunately while the crack had been enough for Tommy to squeeze through, it wasn’t quite wide enough to let the present go in without getting a tad scrunched up and paper torn.

“Um, Tommy? Is there perhaps a bigger entrance I could take this too?” Wilbur suggested, cringing slightly as the boy gave another hard shove on the gift, intent on getting it through no matter what.

“It’ll fit. Just gotta keep pushing it in.”

After a few more attempts, the boy did in fact give up and relented their efforts allowing Wilbur to pull the now crumpled present back out from the crack, instructing him to take it to the kitchen and place it behind the toaster, assuring him he would get it before the Bean woke up explaining how the electrical socket actually came off as a secret entrance.

He offered to take Tommy over to it too, but the stubborn boy refused, insisting that he had done enough and needed to hurry up and deliver presents to the other children before the night was over.

Taking one more long look at the boy, Wilbur watched as Tommy disappeared through the crack into the walls, the sound of tiny footsteps pitter pattering away before Wilbur himself quietly crept back to his room before he removed the Santa costume and flopped down onto his bed.

He’d just met a tiny child.

A tiny child trying to survive in his walls.

That was deathly afraid of him.

Quickly Wilbur shot up from his bed snatching his phone from the night stand; a plan forming in his mind. The screen read 9:31 pm before he hastily unlocked it and dove into his contacts, quickly stopping on a profile of a girl with light pink hair, dialling their number shortly after.

The phone rang twice before a woman answered on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Niki? Hey! How’s the holidays going?” Wilbur asked as he grabbed his coat and gloves from the wardrobe.

“So I need a favour…”

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡*∞*⍋⋆*❅｡.

Tommy awoke warm for the first time that week.

He opened his eyes blearily, almost willing himself to fall back into dream land before his eyes snapped fully open. Tommy rubbed his eyes a few times, eyes going wide trying to comprehend that this was real and not just a dream as the thoughts of the previous night played through his head.

He was in his Christmas present: A brand new pair of bright red, fluffy woollen socks- the most perfect bed ever and exactly what Tommy had asked for. He had basically run to get his gift as fast as possible, before hauling it back through the walls to a space close by the bookshelf; the space seemingly much more homely after last night's introductions.

He hugged the woollen fabric tightly, smiling as he remembered the soft smile Santa had as he watched him go and how kind and gentle he had been with him the entire time.

The Borrower was so pleased and grateful that he had been able to meet the Santa Claus, and would cherish the magical night forever.

He stayed snuggled in his new bed for a little while longer before his stomach grumbled in protest that he should go and have something to eat. Albeit a little grumbly, his hunger eventually won out and Tommy made his way through the walls back to the kitchen so he could gather some food before the Bean woke up.

Stealthily, he removed the electrical socket, expecting to make it a quick supply run; stepping out into the open before freezing in surprise.

Laid out in a neat pile behind the toaster was a small stack of brightly wrapped gifts all wrapped in different coloured and patterned paper, and right in the middle, an envelope with his name written in gold cursive. Tommy smiled brightly, as he eagerly ran forward to the awaiting stack of gifts, quickly grabbing a gift reading the label.

To: Tommy From: Santa

Tommy denies that he cried that day.

That he took each gift home and opened each one oh so delicately, afraid if he didn’t they might just disappear, happy tears trailing down his cheek as he opened a gift revealing a beautiful, blue knitted sweater- and in just his size.

His tears didn’t cease as he opened the other gifts revealing several new pairs of warm winter clothes, new rope and hooks for climbing, some tea candles with a tiny piece of flint and steel to light them, and the tiniest iced cookies he had ever seen. He could actually hold this in one hand like humans did and he had a whole bag of them!!! His prayers had been answered and he couldn’t be more thankful.

Soon, the only thing that remained was the envelope.

He dried his face as best he could, doing his best to not smear any tears or snot onto the pristine surface as he opened the envelope, revealing a card with a picture of glitter candy canes decorating the front.

Settled back into his new bed, Tommy opened the card and read the message inside.

Dear Tommy, It was lovely meeting you and getting to know your story. I figured you might like some extra gifts as well to help you be more comfortable in Wilbur’s walls. I think you should try talking to him. You might be surprised. Sincerely, Santa Claus

P.S- He’s not as scary as you think.

Tommy’s smile became puzzled as he reread the last few lines.

Who the heck was Wilbur?

Was that the name of the Bean that lived here?

Oh come on, that's not fair! How come Santa knew Wilbur’s name but not his!

He grumbled a little bit at the thought, but his mind kept drawing back to the last line of the card.

‘He’s not as scary as you think.’

“Hmpf, you keep saying that.” Tommy grumbled.

What was with Santa’s insistence on this?

As much as he wanted to be annoyed at Santa for putting forward such a ridiculous idea, Tommy decided to drag himself out of bed and to the book shelf crack. The Bean had gotten up not long after Tommy had made it back to his new home, but he’d been a tad too distracted to really care about how slow and heavy they had been trudging about this morning unlike their usually poised self.

Currently, said Bean was sitting on the couch, the exact same spot he and Santa had been last night, absentmindedly staring at his hand.

How could Santa think this guy was any good? They had kidnapped him unknowingly, almost let him die from hypothermia unknowingly, destroyed the top of his home unknowingly and Santa still thinks they won’t hurt him?

Okay so maybe it wasn’t their fault all those things happened just because they didn’t know he was there, but that doesn’t mean they’re not still very capable of hurting him for having to do all those things. But then again, Santa knew who was naughty or nice. And he wouldn’t ask him to do something that would endanger his safety if this ‘Wilbur’ guy wasn’t a good person right?

Tommy observed the Bean a little longer, as they ran their thumb over their palm. Their normally neat curly hair was all over the place and he could have sworn there were black bags under their eyes from lack of sleep. They suddenly turned their head and were staring straight at his crack by the book shelf. The Borrower was certain they couldn’t see him from the couch, but ducked back just slightly in case.

The Bean simply sighed as a small smile graced their features. Tommy was right about the black bags. Bean did not look like they had slept at all.

He thought back to what Santa had said.

I think you should try talking to him.

They certainly didn’t seem dangerous. Maybe they really weren’t bad like the Jolly man said?

But was it really worth taking the risk and talking to this guy?

Before he could dwell on it for much longer, the door bell sounded and Wilbur snapped his head to the sound before standing and stretching; their limbs popping and cracking slightly from their limited use. Before he left the living room, the man stopped and stared at his crack once more. Tommy didn’t dare breathe as they simply smiled and shook their head, before exiting and headed towards the front door.

Tommy allowed himself to exhale as the sound of footsteps got further away.

“Weirdo.” Tommy muttered to himself as he pushed himself back from the crack and began to head back to his bed for a well deserved rest.

He’d think about what Santa said, and just maybe he’d talk to this- Wilbur. If not, he hoped he'd meet Santa again so he could thank them in person.

Once he was back in his bed, Tommy quickly slipped in snuggling down, allowing himself to drift off to the chatter of beings much larger than himself from beyond the walls.

“Wil! So good to see you! It’s been ages!”

“Hi Dad, thanks for letting me host. I’m so glad you and Techno could make it!

“So are we, but you look like shit mate. Up late again? Wouldn't be related to that surprise you were telling us about?”

“You could say that…”

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡*∞*⍋⋆*❅｡.

Tommy never did meet Santa Claus again.

The card proudly on display in his new home, a secret hope he would one day and a constant reminder of what Santa had asked him to try.

And maybe one day, Tommy would finally take up the old man's advice and go and speak to Wilbur, and discover perhaps they may have been right.

Maybe then he’d finally have a friend to keep him warm during the holiday seasons and to rely on like he had wished.

One that seemed to always know just what he needed despite never telling them, and was very insistent about never wearing Santa costumes.

No matter how many times a little boy begged….

˗ ˏ ˋ ★ˎˊ ˗ ༺𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂༻༺𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼༻ ˗ ˏ ˋ ★ˎˊ ˗

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That was a lot of words....

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING TO THE END! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it and it means a lot you read all the way through <3

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And cue rant: Honestly you guys have no idea just how much you all mean to me an in this community and the impact you've had on me in the last year alone. I could not be more thankful for being apart of this and getting to know you guys. Getting so back into writing has been really good for me and rekindled something I love so I can't thank you enough.

And even though I know I've been a little quieter online, I'm still here lurking about and working on projects. A lot has happened in the last few months alone and I'm quite happy that I'm limiting myself to be a bit more healthier with my online habits.

Anyways thanks so much if you read this far!

Thanks to my Beta readers @a-xyz-s squishy and munchkin for reading this for me, and I wish you all a very safe and wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year!

-Beckyu ❤️

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munchkin1156 · 7 months

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IMPORTANT NOTICE

So, somethings come up, and I will not be on tumblr for a while, to say the least.

All my stories will be put on hold, I’m sorry for any deadlines that I was supposed reach, any things that I was making for friends, and everything else as well.

I will not be reading any of your reactions, but please continue tagging me, asking me, commenting, and re logging either my stuff, stuff you’d think I’d like, and stuff I’ve asked to be tagged in.

I WILL come back, though since this is an indefinite hiatus, it might take some time.

I AM NOT GOING TO BE DEAD. OKAY?

I’m going to miss all of you, and I’m going to tag everyone I know from the top of my head, because I don’t want you to find this three months later…

@i-am-beckyu (sorry about your birthday fic, tho once I come back I will finish writing and post it), @brick-a-doodle-do (BRICKK D:) @da3dm (I haven’t known you for very long but you were still epic in the time that I did), @faeiyn-cant-write (please tag me in the barnghost au, I’ll read it when I come back! I’ll miss you as well)

I’m going to stop writing things with the people, I’m running out of time to do that, just know that I’m going to miss all of you so so so much. (Oh, I’m also not going to be on discord, or most other sites)

@porcelain-r0se, @local-squishmallow, @krazycat49, @tiny-brain, @sarah-kings, @luna-lokisdottir, @innominatehuman, @oliveth3b0rrower, @prettykittyfox, @nobodywritingao3, @a-chaotically-small-lunta, @crustysoapbubbles, @data-expunged-0, @guppybubbles, @melanch0ly-gh0st, @hybrid-the-folf, @soapysoap69, @mayday396, @cyncerity and that’s all the people I know off the top of my head, who’d probably care that I’m gone.

If you see this, and you haven’t been tagged, but did know me, it’s not my fault, sorry.

This will also be on my masterpost, though this actually explain it.

This will be my last post for a while.

Cookies? 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

Have a nice day/night!

-Your friedly neighbourhood munchkin.

(p.s. I will read everything you say on my posts/what you’ve tagged me in when I return, so please feel free to keep doing that. Goodbye.)

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guppybubbles · 3 months

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Sweet Dreams are Made of This. [1/3]

(A/N: Kind of a sequel to my other fic, ROLL ME A 6 ! :> You don't need to read that though to understand this!)

Borrower Tommy accidentally shifts into a universe where his homebrew DND world is real. He still sucks at being a giant.

WORD COUNT: 1,341 words

WARNINGS: None.

"Tommy opened his eyes and what he saw was unlike anything he's seen before…"

Tommy listened in anticipation. What could it be? A new friend, a new foe? He looked at his dad, a smug little smile barely hidden by his serious storytelling.

"And we'll find that out in the next session."

Halfway through his sentence, he and his brothers already knew it was the end of their game for the day. All groaning and complaining about Phil leaving it in such a dumb cliffhanger, Phil only laughed.

It couldn't have been hours already, had it? They barely started! He still had to redeem himself and his character into great glory! "No, come on, let's do one more hour— please, please?" He begged, holding onto one of Phil's fingers like he had all the power to hold him down and force him into another round.

With his other hand, Phil picked up the die and tossed it into the container— folding up the map before putting it back in the box. Tommy knew it was over, they'd start another session again sooner or later.

But he wanted to do another hour, or maybe two more, now. "Pleasee, I rolled so low every turn, I need to redeem myself!"

"I wish we could continue, mate." Phil smiled, "But I got work tomorrow and it's already…" He stared at the clock, making a surprised sound at the 11:48 PM on the wall. Phil cursed under his breath, gently, slowly pulling his hand away from Tommy’s hold. "Alright, get to bed you three."

The blond borrower knew there was no convincing Dad anymore. He crossed his arms with a humph, upset with his bad luck during the game. "Cheer up, Toms! I'm sure luck will make you do justice next time." Wilbur consoled, pushing his chair into the table and picking up the box with their fantasy map and die.

“You are horrible at throwing the die for me,” Tommy grumbled, narrowing his eyes at his older brother who had offered to throw the dice for him earlier. Wilbur’s luck when it came to the game was pretty good, yet whenever he tossed the die for Tommy, the luck seemed to plummet- doing worse than when the borrower himself threw the die.

In the corner of his eyes, he could see Wilbur’s lips press into a thin line. He was stopping himself from being amused at Tommy’s anger. “It really wasn’t on purpose.”

“Yeah, I know,” Tommy replied. Not upset at Wilbur, nor was he upset at the game. He swears he would be able to throw the dice better if he was just… more human-sized.

“You’ll do better next game, I’ll make sure of it,” Wilbur promises.

Tommy looks at him incredulously, slightly laughing. “What, are we gonna cheat or something?”

In response, Wilbur shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Dunno, maybe.”

Holding the game board, he placed his other hand on the desk. A trust exercise that slowly grew into a habit none of them thought was strange anymore, Tommy hopped on the hand and held onto the fingers for support. He used to have to walk from place to place, no matter how far it was because the big man was too stubborn to accept and ask for help. In response, they all worked together to install little stairs everywhere so Tommy would at least be able to reach things without having to heave himself up with a rope and a hook. He almost cried in front of them because of how much he appreciated the gesture.

That night, Tommy lay in his bed, uncharacteristically quiet as he stared at the ceiling. His room looked so much like a human's room- constructed by his family after nearly a year of accidentally revealing himself to them. It wasn’t exactly like him to be upset for the dice throws during the game, it really wasn’t Wilbur’s fault. On a good day, he throws exceptionally well for Tommy’s character too.

But Tommy isn’t upset about the dice, is he?

It was never the dice, never Wilbur, never his family, but him.

If he was truly meant to be their family, then couldn’t the universe make him human? Did he seriously have to be something that was never allowed to mingle with larger beings? It was a written code since the beginning of time that borrowers were never allowed to be with humans. Never share anything, what you are, what your name was. Most importantly, never be seen.

Were they never supposed to be a family then? Did he have to break the borrower’s code just to be a part of something he’s not supposed to? He’s not a borrower anymore, he knows that. He barely even follows the code anymore, but he’s not human either. Too exposed to be a borrower, too small to be a human.

Then what was he?

Tommy released a loud, exasperated sigh. His calloused hands rubbed over his face. He knows he shouldn’t think about such things, but lately, he’s been more aware than ever. He notices how Techno looms over him when they do woodwork together, Wilbur’s singing voice goes from soothing to too loud, and Phil barely gives him any chores (Maybe he shouldn’t complain about that one, actually).

They don’t mean it, of course, they didn’t. They probably don’t even notice it as well. Something so small and insignificant to them could be so overwhelming for him. He just wants to be bigger, to fit in…

He should go to sleep. He'll forget about it tomorrow and everything will continue on like it usually does (until the nagging feeling returns and he feels like he's rotting in bed).

Goodnight, me. Tommy closed his eyes, unable to rid of the heavy weight in his chest.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

If Tommy could recall this correctly— and while he may not have the best memory, he can certainly tell when something is just plain wrong… He fell asleep on his bed, right?

His eyes blurred as he gained consciousness and though he wasn't aware of where he was— he could sense danger even from a mile away. His shoulders ached, raised high above him. Something was holding his arms upwards. Cold, tight metal gripping his wrists, uncomfortably pressing into his skin. He tried tugging it downwards, but it barely moved.

Instead of lying on a soft, warm bed, it felt like he'd been kneeling for Prime knows how long. His legs felt numb, ringing uncomfortably no matter how much he tried to move. It didn't matter because he was stuck in place.

It was hot. Sweat was dripping from his forehead to his nose and down to either his clothes or the floor (he made a mental note that he wasn’t wearing his pajamas).

He sucked in a deep breath, humid air filling his lungs in a way that didn't calm him down, but just made him panic more.

Tommy's vision began clearing up and despite the little ache in his neck, he decided to look around. The room was dimly lit, weak artificial lighting barely reflecting the big, metal room he resided in.

There were mini stairs and platforms built around him. The platforms in front of him connected through the middle and had a door on each side of the wall. Above the platform in the wall in front of him was glass, he couldn't make out anything inside, it was darker than the room he was in.

The metal room he sat in was quite spacey. The ceiling was quite high but he couldn't stand up even if he attempted to— his ankles were chained as well, shorter in length compared to the ones around his wrist. Tommy struggled against the chains, everything looked so.. small yet so oddly detailed.

Where was he? Who were these stairs for? Were there more beings smaller than a borrower? Prime, how would they even look next to a human?

Does his family know where he is right now..?

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

yayaya thank you sm for reading! & holy shit guppy writing fics comeback??? no way!!!

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nobodywritingao3 · 2 months

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life is weird

anyway,

im finishing up the drider!wilbur one shot but i wanted to take input on how to finish it

so poll time!

additional input - put in tags of reblogs

does wilbur eat people in front of tommy or not?

does tommy seek out wilbur or is their next meeting forced?

does wilbur safe vore tommy?

#nobody polls #m&c (fic supplementary)#mcyt gt community #mcyt g/t community

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jkknight98 · 1 year

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History Made (Familial forest side story)

OK, I thankfully did not forget my password after being away for so long (I had to write papers on research and educational adaptations) but now it’s time for me to post a story. Rather than having a dragon and a princess, we have a dragon and a witch instead, and what troubles that cause. Poor George is in for an interesting time when he meets a certain green-eyed dragon named Dream.

(Do me a favor and do not bring up the Quackity and Dream drama, thank you)

Warnings: soft vore, fear of digestion, dragon rampage themes, unnamed people death

“Catch them!”

“Find that magic bastard!”

George panted harshly as he ran, almost tripping over rocks and tree roots, and causing him to lose a few of his mushrooms. “Fuck,” he wanted to go back for them sure, it was the completely wrong environment for that species to grow, but he couldn’t save them as the village men trampled them to mush as they chased him. George knew he had to keep running despite how badly his chest hurt because if those men caught him, he would have a worse fate than his mushrooms.

The lead man, a brute of a butcher that always upcharged him on the price of pork, raised his touch high as he yelled in sadistic enjoyment,” Keep running Witch boy, there’s a nice bonfire with your name on it when we catch you!!” The four other men in the group let out their own jeering, they were also people from the town that George lived on the edge of, he had no idea why they were chasing after him. Hell, he gave a stew to Smith's wife that cured her weakness and this is the thanks he gets? How did any of them even know he was a witch, he never practiced unless it was in the middle of the night and he was out of the village completely. How in the world did this happen??

George just kept chanting to himself as he slowly grew weaker,” Got to keep running, can’t stop.” He pushed his body harder and harder, feeling much like a rabbit fleeing from a pack of hunting dogs, and knew he would be ripped apart like one if he got caught. He almost wailed in despair when he reached a clearing in the trees, he couldn’t hide here, what would he-

His train of thought was completely derailed when he fully ran into something large…and warm.

_*_

Dream sighed as he lay in his favorite clearing, watching the different animals go about their short lives, it was hard to live as a giant; much less a dragon hybrid. It felt like he was barely there in a world that's constantly changing around him, even the few turtles he watched hatch, grow, and age faster than he could blink. Could he ever find a true friend out there like his mother used to tell him, or even find someone like his parents did with each other? Dragon hybrids were rare enough as it is and he didn't want to be thousands of years old before finding someone, he was only 1,800 as it is. He blew a small stream of green-tinted smoke before him, watching it slowly fade with mild disinterest, but jumped when a dark shape burst through it and hit him in the face!

Dream almost crossed his eyes as he looked down at whatever had hit him, and was surprised to see a little human. He didn’t enjoy the things for the most part, sure they could talk like him, but they were more likely to poke him with their metal-tipped sticks and scream. He wanted to push the creature off his face but stopped when his green eyes met frightened ones of blue and brown… He didn't know humans could have two colored eyes, he was more surprised when he heard a clearly weak and out-of-breath voice whisper quietly,” Help me.” Dream was tempted to push the little thing aside for entering his personal space (though he was mildly amused by how brave it was) but his eyes snapped to the treeline where a large group of human males came crashing into the clearing, making him bare his fangs in a warning. “Why have you come into my woods humans..?”

Dream watched as the men took a step backward in justifiable fear, but the largest of the men took a step forward as they cleared their throat,” We seek no trouble with you giant..dragon, we're only here to punish that witch that's been terrorizing our town.” This made Dream lift a brow in confusion as he looked back down at the now-identified witch that still lay below his face, how could this tiny thing cause terror to these adult men, they looked to still be in their adolescence. He gently sniffed the witch and could now detect the scent of magic under the smell of mushrooms…it made a low rumble start in his chest as it was one of his favorite scents. “If you would allow us to take him we can be on our way and won’t bother you any longer.”

_*_

George felt like crying, He had to run into a giant humanoid dragon and had the men waiting in the treeline for him, there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t even run anymore so his fate was solely placed in this creature’s hands. He looked into the acid-green eyes pleadingly and wheezed as he still fought to catch his breath,” Please... I didn’t do anything to them… I healed their sick… I just collect mushrooms.” He flinched as the men yelled angrily from the treeline as he brought his hand up to protect his face and unconsciously leaned closer to the heat of the dragon, he didn’t even know what to do at this point. He jerked when he felt a sharp object slide under his chin and start to lift his head, opening his eyes to see it was the dagger-like nail of the dragon, and he was soon forced to meet its gaze.

“Did you really do what those humans said you did, little witch boy?” The words came out in a low rumble that clearly held no place for lying, but why would he even lie to the dragon in the first place? He lifted his head to avoid the point and struggled to calm his ragged breathing before speaking.

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Dream grinned widely as the witch spoke to him, they clearly were not lying despite the fear emanating from them, which meant the humans were lying like they usually did. But what to do in this situation, he could blast his fire at the humans and leave the witch in the clearing, but that would just lead to more humans coming after him. The thought took him off guard for a moment, he was already thinking of ways to help them…Seems like he already took a liking to the little witch~

He brought a handover to the witch and placed a claw over their chest, using the point to pin them to the forest floor,” I could take care of them for you, it's not every day I get a snack run into me..” He grinned widely as the men and witch began to freak out at his statement, but he had to focus on his new friend... He let his tongue slowly slide across the face of the witch and purred loudly at the musky flavor of mushrooms, the meatiness of human-like flesh, and the indescribable taste of magic. The poor thing did its best to flail as he wrapped it in his tongue and slowly pulled it inside, keeping eye contact with the men until the witch was fully sealed behind his teeth. He gently moved them around as he fully took the time to enjoy their flavor before tilting his head slightly, placing a hand over his throat as he swallowed, closing his eyes in delight as the wriggling lump slowly moved downwards.

“Consider your witch problem solved, now get out of my forest.” Dream sealed the finality of his words with a small jet of green flames that sent the men scrambling as they left their tools behind, making him laugh heartily. He slowly turned to lie on his side as he brought a hand up to his torso, pressing gently on the firm lump that rested just under his ribcage,” did you pass out from exhaustion or fear little witch?”

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George didn’t bother moving or answering the dragon’s words as he lay within the humid stomach, the short second wind he got didn’t do him any good once he was pulled into the maw. It was unnaturally lit by a green glow from the dragon’s esophagus, illuminating the dagger-like teeth and dripping saliva around him. He couldn’t clear his mind enough to use any defensive spells he could have known as each swatch of the almost catlike tongue covered him in hot drool, and he was sent screaming into the unforgiving gullet. He could horrifyingly see his arms held above him as the crushing muscle scent him downwards, feeling his every cell and sense being assaulted by the giant body around him, even his sense of magic was going haywire.

He couldn’t help but let out a low whine as he slid through a tight ring of muscle into the stomach, eyes drawn to a faint glowing outline that illuminated the wall of the stomach closest to it... It must be the dragon’s magic core. He would have been mesmerized if it didn’t clearly mean his demise, he turned when he felt pressure against his side and both felt and heard the voice of the dragon questioning him, making him sigh in frustration. “ What’s the point in fighting? I ran for miles to get away from those villagers, my poor excuse of a second wind didn’t make you choke, what else could I do?”

“You don’t know any defensive spells, maybe some sort of poison spell with all of the mushrooms you had?” The walls around him gave a low rumble as they squeezed him tightly, the hot flesh rubbing more slime into his skin than what the tasting had already done, the dragon moving to a more comfortable position he believed,” though it is strange to see a witch on their own, don’t you form covens?”

This made George sigh as he tried to wrack his mind for any spell that would help him in this situation, but he was still drawing a blank, should he even be honest with this dragon? It's already eaten him, but it could make things more painful if he lied,” I only make potions because they're simple and easy, I didn’t get to learn any useful spells since my parents were killed by humans just because they also tried to help people with their magic…. I thought I would be safe with just my potions..,” George wiped at his face as he thought of the elderly woman he made a regenerative mushroom stew for that helped her gain some strength back when everyone thought she would pass,” but humans can’t even be grateful for any help if it doesn’t fit their standards.”

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Dream let out a low rumble of thought as he gently rubbed the warm lump, lightly sucking on his own tongue as he savored the last of the witch’s taste,” Humans are very unfair in that way, they stole away my brother just because he was more golden in color, and left him to be obsessed with death totems and hiding away in deep oceans with his sharks... I can’t stand the tiny things.” He moved to stand up and stretch, purring loudly as the witch got compressed and he could feel their fluttering movements more strongly,” I actually don’t like a human village being this close to my home for you to have run into me, I’ll get some revenge for you by burning the place to ash, consider it payment for being a nice meal,” Dream let out another loud purr as the witch tried to plead and fight against him, he really didn’t plan on digesting them, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t help but tease them a bit. He let his wings fully unfurl and jumped into the air with a firm downstroke to take flight, quickly hovering over the treeline as he sniffed the air for the distinctive scent of humans.

Dream couldn’t help but laugh in distinctive joy as he breathed flames over the village, watching both humans and buildings crumble away in the intense heat, he was close to burning down the final hut before he got the faint whiff of mushrooms from it... Seems like he found his witch's hut. He gently took the top off the rather modest home and looked inside, there were plenty of pillows and tiny glass containers filled with different plant life, making for a very cozy-looking den if he was at that size. His passenger had stilled once more after fighting, but he could feel them panting harshly, they might appreciate some of their things back in his den when he let them out. He gently gathered everything he could and slid it into the satchel he carried, cushioning the plants with the pillows, and stood up with a soft hum.

He froze when a soft warm wave of magic seemed to spread from his stomach and soaked throughout his entire body, causing his wings and tail to shiver slightly from the feeling. He brought a hand to the witch and gently rubbed at them,” I thought you didn’t know any spells?”

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George shivered slightly despite the increased heat around him, while he couldn’t hear anything outside the body, he knew the village was gone with how many times flames rushed past him and out the dragon. Why hadn’t he started to digest yet, all that has happened was him slightly sweating from the heat and trying to not fall asleep in the surprisingly soft flesh. But he couldn’t take any chances. He wracked his brain hard for any spell he could use to protect himself, maybe the one his mother used on his father when they did their renewal ceremony?

“⌇⌿⟟⍀⟟⏁⌇ ⍜⎎ ⍜⌰⎅ ⊑⟒⏃⍀ ⋔⊬ ⌿⌰⟒⏃, ⌰⟒⏁ ⋏⍜⏁ ⋔⊬ ⌇⍜⎍⌰ ⏚⟒ ⌰⍜⌇⏁ ⏁⍜ ⏁⊑⟒ ⎐⍜⟟⎅ ⏃⌰⍜⋏⟒. ⏚⟟⋏⎅ ⋔⊬ ⌇⍜⎍⌰ ⏁⍜ ⏁⊑⟒ ⍜⋏⟒ ⋏⟒⏃⍀⟒⌇⏁ ⋔⟒ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⟟⟒ ⎍⌇ ⏁⍜☌⟒⏁⊑⟒⍀ ⎍⋏⏁⟟⌰ ⍙⟒ ⏚⍜⏁⊑ ⌿⏃⌇⌇ ⍜⋏. ⋏⍜ ⊑⏃⍀⋔ ⌇⊑⏃⌰⌰ ⌿⏃⌇⌇ ⏃⌇ ⌰⍜⋏☌ ⏃⌇ ⍙⟒ ⏃⍀⟒ ⋏⟒⏃⍀ ⍜⋏⟒ ⏃⋏⍜⏁⊑⟒⍀.”

George felt both himself and the dragon shiver as the magic took effect and smiled victoriously when the dragon questioned him,” It's a protection spell so you won’t be able to digest me no matter how hard your body tries!” He gave a sharp kick to the wall as he laughed in his excitement, but his smile fell as the dragon laughed around him.

“Oh I never planned to digest you, I thought you were cute and wanted to keep you, all your spell seemed to do was increase my fondness towards you…was that your plan?”

This made George frown as he tried to think over the words, bind my soul…tie us together…no harm will come…,” Oh shit..” He quickly realized his mistake, the spell he remembered wasn’t a protection spell that needed to be renewed every year... It was a wedding spell used to tie witches’ lifelines with who they consider their soul mates… he just declared a giant dragon as his soul mate and the spell took.

“My name is Dream by the way.., what's yours, my little witch?”

‘Well,’ George thought with a soft huff,’ who else can say they married a dragon?’

#soft vore #safe vore #mcyt vore #mcyt g/t vore #mcyt g/t community #tw vore #tw death #Familial forest au

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plant-gt-thought-box · 1 year

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Virtual Lies

Hello people reading this! Some of the older members may remember an idea @apersonstories , @funtimemoth , and me came up with in the old community server (that is forever lost the time). I have finally gotten the free time to write the first chapter of this AU! I'm hoping for there to be at least six parts and that you all well enjoy it! TW will be warnings for all of the things that will be going over in the story! I hope you all enjoy! :D

Also if you have any questions don't be shy to send them to me!

TW for all parts- intentional / unintentional dehumanization, accidental fear play, feelings of being trapped and despair, and if there are any more I will add them!

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"Are you sure you want to play this Phil? This game seems kind of weird…" Kristen commented as she read over Philza's shoulder as he installed a simple sim game for his phone, he had happened upon the game well looking for something to entertain himself and the game seemed pretty interesting.

"Kristen it's just a little life sim, these terms and conditions are probably just making sure you don't do anything creepy with the game" Philza finished installing the game and started making the custom home he would have in the game "I well say tho it's kind of annoying I can only make boxes for the rooms and not connect any of them, it would be nice to make a more complicated hallway then just a straight line."

Kristen just laughed as she sat down on the couch next to Philza and watched him work on the rooms over his shoulder, she every now and again would help setting up some of the rooms. Philza and Kristen did find it a bit strange there were certain rooms they absolutely had to have before they could add bonus rooms.

The game told them they needed three bedrooms, two bathrooms (one with a bath and one without) and a kitchen with a table and chairs in it. Philza found it a bit annoying cuz he didn't even know what kind of virtual family he was going to make and put in this house but he did it anyway.

"There finally fucking done- now to make an actual dining room and living room for this house." Philza got a bit more comfortable on the couch leaning up against his wife as he added the final details to the house and made sure there were a few windows so natural light would come in, the blonde hit done and instantly got a notification saying that his house would take an hour to make.

"What the fuck- this game has literally only been out for a month at best, how is it this fucking slow?" Philza grumbled until he noticed a new notification and clicked on it "Oh wait do I not make my own tiny family for this?"

"I guess not, maybe they had to trade out the customization for the family so you can customize your house more?" Kristen noted as she slowly took her husband's phone and started scrolling through the small family's they could get, she smiled when she found a very nice particular looking pair.

"You should get these three, the Neapolitan ones!" Philza took his phone back from Kristen and smiled at the three young looking NPCs she had picked out, he clicked the check mark next to them and the app informed him that within an hour his home would be done and these three would be moved in. Philza decided to just set his phone down and talk with his wife for a bit till it was time to actually decorate the house he had made for the three, he was really looking forward to the decorating expect of this game!

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Philza has been decorating the house he had set up in the game for at least 2 hours now and thankfully had only spent $10 on extra furniture for the house, plus well setting up the furniture he had learned a very fun and kind of cute thing about the three brothers.

Tommy and Wilbur were little shits and sometimes moved the furniture slightly to a different spot just to mess with Philza. Well Techno straight up picked the furniture up and completely moved it to a different room, Philza didn't really mind and found it kind of funny. The boys were all roughly the age of teenagers so it was probably in their coding to be rebellious.

"Kristen, come look at the house! I finally finished decorating!" Philza called over his shoulder as he looked over at the kitchen, he smiled as his wife walked out and sat back down on the couch next to him. Philza excitedly handed the phone to her, starting to show off each of the rooms.

"So the game gives you a tiny descriptive on the three house members so I tried to decorate their rooms to fit things they like, for example Tommy really likes animals so I gave him a bunch of different toy animals for his room- well Wilbur only likes one animal and that's a sheep so I gave him a bed that kind of looks like a sheep!" Philza explained excitedly as he finally pointed at Techbo's room "Now Techno's room was probably the hardest, his description was pretty blank and the only notable thing was that he likes to read. So I just gave him a few extra bookshelves and made sure they were full of books that he would like!"

Kristen smiled as she looked at the three tiny rooms and zoomed in to inspect them a bit more, she then noticed something a bit strange in Wilbur's room. "Hey Phil, why is there a hole in the corner of Wilbur's room?"

Philza looked at his wife a bit puzzled as he took the phone and also looked at the strange hole in the corner of the room, he and Kristen became even more confused as Wilbur suddenly dropped a pillow over the hole acting like he was trying to hide it.

"I don't know…maybe the game is just glitching out?" Philza suggested as he moved over to the kitchen and went back to adding small details to the counters so it felt a bit more lived in, he set his phone down as it started to load and set up decorations.

"Why is it loading? You just added some small decorations to the kitchen."

"Hm? Oh I'm not really sure but whenever I place decorations a loading screen pops up, I'm starting to think the game didn't add in the future of you placing the item down like the Sims." Philza explained as he picked his phone back up once it was done loading "Do you think I need to add anything to the living room or kitchen?"

Kristen took the phone again and started inspecting the kitchen and living room, she moved over to the dining room and pointed at one of the corners that was very bland looking. "I think you just need to add a painting here and you should be all done with decorating!"

"I'll do it later, is dinner ready by any chance?" Philza asked, turning his phone off for now and standing up from the couch, he followed his wife to the kitchen and smiled as he spotted the finished pasta.

"I have! We just need to wait for the cheesy garlic bread in the oven to finish up, can you grab my oven mitts?" Kristen asked as the timer on the oven went off and she started turning the heat off, she thought of her husband as he handed her the oven mitts and pulled out their cheesy garlic bread.

The two started dishing up their plates and getting ready for dinner Philza ignoring the notification he got on his phone from his new game.

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Tommy inspected all of the plush animal figures that had been left inside of his room and started moving the ones that he found extremely creepy into a corner making them stare at the wall, he didn't like the stuffed animals lacking button eyes. He actually found it pretty creepy they just had weird black buttons replacing their eyes.

"Tommy? What are you doing?" Wilbur asked as he walked into his little brother's room and noticed him moving the toys around. "Um…why are they all just staring at the wall-"

"They are creepy evil creatures that don't deserve to stare at the room!" Tommy explained as he shoved yet another large plushie into the corner. "I hate them."

Wilbur leaned against the door frame as he watched his little brother continue to choose which stuffed animals would be staring at a corner and which ones got left alone in the room; he patiently waited a few minutes until his little brother seemed to be done.

"So now that you've exiled some of these guys to the corner do you want to go eat? Techno was able to find a small bit of food in the weird cold box thing." Wilbur asked, taking his little brother's hand and started to lead him towards their kitchen.

"I guess, when we're done eating we're going to skip and go home right?" Tommy asked with a big smile on his face as he looked up at his brother. They had been stuck with these horrible humans for at least two months now and Tommy just wanted to go back home.

Tommy didn't really notice the weird face his brother made as they walked into the kitchen and he sat down at the table, the young borrower's nose scrunched up and disgusted as a plate of nothing but vegetables was placed in front of him.

"Why are there so many carrots and peas? Are there any crackers, nuts, or fruits?" Tommy asked poking the two peas on his plate with his finger, he knew not to complain about food too much but this was all they had been eating for months!

"No. That's all that was in the cold box Tommy, just eat up and then go to bed." Techno said in a Stern voice as he started munching on his own peas and carrots.

Tommy wanted to protest but felt Wilbur lightly kicked his foot and decided not to argue with Techno, he begrudgingly started to eat his peas and carrots hating every minute of it. Why can't the stupid humans in the white coats give them actual food?

The young blonde finished his dinner instead of from his seat getting ready to head back to his room, he walked around the table and gave his brother Techno a hug.

"I'm sorry I complained about the peas and carrots, they weren't that bad." Techno reached up and padded Tommy on the back and then sent the young boy back to his room, Tommy tried to ignore his brothers as they obviously started to have a conversation without him.

The young blonde grabbed one of the small plushies that looked like a moth and climbed into his weirdly shaped bed, for some reason it had Wheels but both him and his brother said it was not in fact an old wagon turned into a bed. Especially with the ugly silver color it was.

Tommy wrapped himself up tightly in the blankets hugging the moth plushie close to his chest, a few moments later Tommy felt a soft kiss against his forehead and finally fell asleep hoping he would wake up home with his brother's and they could finally eat something that wasn't peas and carrots.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t community #mcyt gt community #tiny!tommy #tiny!wilbur #tiny!techno #giant!philza #giant!kristen #virtual lies au

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beansthough · 2 months

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Hey guys…

In light of recent events I’ll probably not make content centered around a certain cc anymore. I’ve done the same with other ccs in the past. I won’t take any of my fics down and I’m quite proud of them, but pls separate them from the cc and his actions.

I know I don’t post that often anyways but I think I’m finally stepping back from mcyt based content. I have loved this community and I’ve had so much fun making stories for you guys, but as for now all my fics have come to a close. I love you guys and I’m so happy you support me.

I’m not abandoning my account by any means and will probably still make content, just some that isn’t related to mcyt at all. Sending love out in another rough situation.

Always support victims you guys❤️

#the snake charmer au #mcyt g/t community #dreamsmp g/t #support victims

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pixy-stix-art · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking about opening commissions? G/t and other wise, would anyone be interested? I haven’t done commissions before but it might be fun!

Also I’m fine drawing almost anything lol

#pixie talks #mcyt g/t #mcyt g/t community #g/t community #g/t

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cr0g-0 · 2 years

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Hey guys this is kinda an important mcyt g/t post

This community on here is dying.

As many know, a lot of people are losing interest and getting other ones, all the more power to them!/gen

But the issue isnt creators.

Its consumers.

When you read something you like reblog. Don’t like it. Reblog it. Leave a nice comment in your reblog. Send asks to the creator be friendly share thoughts and ideas! We all implore you too majority of the time!

When you don’t though it really leaves people feeling unappreciated and more importantly-

Unmotivated.

So that means when you see a lack of any content for a very long time with no updates(For us at least as I can only speak to personal experience) that means that the person who made it may really need some positivity and some motivation! You can give them that with a simple comment and reblog.

I am begging you as a fellow consumer and a fellow creator of mcyt g/t content-

Start reblogging and commenting and sending asks and just interacting with us all.

My motivation in this community is still here. For how much longer is to remain unseen. I have so many projects I wanna do and many others as well but we cant do it without support!

So. Here are a few of my favorite blogs you can support.

@plant-gt-thought-box -Creates Fluff and has a wonderful superhero au fic on their ao3!

@wendy130 -Doesn’t post often but it is a joy looking at the posts they have!

@x-pair-o-dice-x -Has FANTASTIC art and writing! Check them out and interact!

@bittydragon -Posts some wonderful shit on tumblr and ao3 and was the whole reason I’m here making this tumblr post!

@aslitheryprinx -Delightful art and fics also on ao3 and tumblr!

@baka-monarch -Answers so many asks you’ll have a blast I promise!

@cyncerity -SPECTACULOR ART! Wonderful aus and so much content!

@apersonstories -WORKING ON SOME WONDERFUL ANGST and is a very friendly chill person!

@random-tinies -Has some of thee best hermit craft art and dsmp g/t art ever!

@a-smol-storm-gt-blog -Also really good hermit craft art and g/t!

I know I’m missing so many others but I am unable to recall them at this time to @ I do apologies.

Again, please reblog and please please comment. It helps so much.

Thank you. If you read this long I thank you. Thank you so very much.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt g/t community #important #psa

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cyncerity · 2 months

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ok this isn’t really a post about the situation but it is a minor update to how i’ll be handling a few of my aus:

the whole rant is under the cut but tldr: the aus i talk about here are Store Shifter, Dad’s Troubles, Flubber, and Epic. Store Shifter and Dad’s Troubles are getting left alone, Flubber is getting a minor recast, and Epic is getting more majorly reworked (mostly character wise, kinda plot wise). As of right now, Wil/crimeboy centric fics are on pause. Not cancelled, but i’ll see later down the road if they need changed or if i can learn to separate the character from the creator. I will be updating the Epic au soon with said reworkings cause i really really really wanna finish that story. I have yet to start and actually finish a chaptered fic and I want this to be my first.

most recently i’ve been posting a few updates on mainly the Store Shifter and Flubber au, while i’ve been kinda working on the Dad’s Troubles and Epic AU in the background.

For the most part, these aus will remain unchanged because you know who either isn’t in them or isn’t a main character. For the Store Shifter, i’m not changing it for now because he isn’t and was never planned to be an important character. I’m just gonna ignore him in that au. Dad’s Troubles he just straight up isn’t in, so that one is unchanged.

Flubber au is a little different: i’m just recasting. He doesn’t have a huge part, but it is a lore important one, so from now on in that story the main antagonist will be Dream (1: he’s easy to stick in the “Tommy’s antagonistic boss” role and 2: i need at least one au where Dream is an antagonist lol). So yeah i’ll make a more official post for that au later.

The main reason for this post tho is the Epic AU, which is one of my personal favorites and i have so much that I want to talk about it for and even a whole bunch of new characters and concepts and world building that I want to post about. However, this au faces a problem for me at this moment: it’s crimeboy centric.

As of right now, I do not feel comfortable updating any of my Wil/crimeboy centric aus/fics. This is not to say I’m discontinuing them, i’m personally very attached to my own fics and a lot of them were written to either help me feel better or to help other people feel better, so I don’t feel right just throwing them away. Also, i will never be deleting my fics or shutting down this account, so I don’t want people to worry there, either. However, I don’t know how comfortable I am with writing for c!Wil rn, especially since this situation is still so fresh and plenty of people haven’t shared their experiences/responses (not to say that I expect anyone to; i don’t expect everything to be handled publicly over twitter). I think in time i’ll be able to separate the character from the actor; unfortunately i’ve been through this before. i’ve seperated characters who were far more like their creator from said creator who had done far worse things (if anyone on this blog has watched TribeTwelve, you know exactly what I’m talking about).

However, even if I eventually decide that I can write c!Wil while separating him from his creator, i don’t know if i’ll ever feel fully comfortable incorporating him in stories with a bigger cast of characters given the cc responses to his actions. Any stories where I have him interacting with people like Ranboo, Tubbo, or especially Niki will likely need to be changed because i don’t feel comfortable portraying them like friends anymore.

I’ve kind of done this before, honestly, i just never posted about it last time: when beeduo first stopped talking publicly, i stopped writing for beeduo. To this day, i have a fuck ton of beeduo requests in my inbox that i never got to and may not ever write because i didn’t feel comfortable writing their characters being close when in real life they may have had a falling out or now hated each other (so, so sorry to the people that sent those btw). Over time, most people started to realize that it was because of the crazy amount of shipping. It was bad during the dsmp and only got worse when Ranboo came out and all the speculation over Tubbo’s sexuality hit its peak when he’d made it very clear that crossed his boundaries. After realizing their silence was likely just them trying to shut up a more toxic part of both of their fanbases, i became a bit more comfortable writing them as friends again. I still haven’t made any beeduo centric fics or stories since then cause i don’t know the full story of what happened between them, this is all just speculation, but i at least have them be friends as supporting characters in aus i’ve already made.

All this to say that the way i handle the rest of my aus really depends on how things play out more with the situation. Again, it’s still new and i’m still gathering my thoughts. I can think about it more clearly now that i’ve gotten over the shock, which is why i’m posting this, but not every decision will be finalized immediately.

However, back to the Epic AU, it will be getting a rework in a lot of ways. I’m changing up the cast, and i’ve decided to cut Wil entirely because 1: i’m impatient and this is an au that i really wanna start up again and keep working on right now and 2: in the au i have him being friends with Ranboo and Dream and Tubbo and again that’s just not something i feel super comfortable with rn. So, i’m recasting and minorly changing the plot so i can update that one soon cause honestly i just miss it. I’ve still got so many asks and art requests (Becky sent me an art request like almost a year ago now and istg i’m gonna fucking draw it if it kills me) and there was a whole nother species i teased a bunch and then just…never told you about.

So yeah expect an update on the Epic AU soon and thank you for reading this entire fucking essay. As a little bonus for taking your time to read this, i’ll give you a hint for the next au im working on: karlnapity and vampires >:)

Eat, drink water, and get a good nights rest, take care of yourself <3

#cyncerity #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #cynpsa #mcyt g/t community

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i-am-beckyu · 3 months

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And the phone keeps ringing and ringing and ringing....

FIRST FIC OF THE NEW YEAR LETS GO!!!!!! Okay so firstly, this fic has gone full circle. It started as a fake fic title from me to @guppybubbles which she made a prompt for which I liked and the spawned a story so crazy how that works. Link to that post here. But yeah anyways this is that prompt in story form lol. Was a lot of fun to write so enjoy!

cw: Fear, fear of death, minor graphic gore descriptions but nothing fatal, panic, rats, ghosts, Uhhhh I think that's it. Just fluffy stuff lets be real <3 wc: 2923

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It started a few months ago.

Wilbur had moved into his new apartment, finally free of the constant pestering and confinement of living under his parents roof. Things had been great at first, well they had until his stuff had started going missing.

At first, he assumed it was rats or mice that had gotten into the apartment and had been causing a raucous, but he’d been assured by his Landlord that they made sure to do thorough checks and the last pest control visit had been not even a month ago before he moved in.

Fast forward to now after what had been a month long period of the man thinking his new home was haunted as things fell off shelves or strange noises made themselves apparent in the middle of the night, Wilbur was talking to said Ghost that had made his initial move a living terror.

Well looking back, maybe not a living terror but more of a mild inconvenience.

Tommy- or so the ghost called himself, had been calling him from his friend Jack’s phone at least once or twice a day since the phone was misplaced, and got a call from said ghost proudly stating: “I can see youuu.”

At first, Wilbur was convinced it was just some kid that had stolen Jack’s phone (which technically it was), but after he tried to locate the phone and found the signal was in fact coming from his apartment and yet nowhere to be found, Wilbur relented and gave into the boy’s story. They certainly were adamant about not giving it back or ever showing themselves to get it.

But even if they did steal a phone just to play pranks, Wilbur couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at the boy (We pretend Jack’s feelings about a child stealing his phone are irrelevant). They seemed lonely and after a while, his fear of the ghost haunting his house evaporated and he found himself enjoying talking to Tommy. Tommy seemed to think the same as any chance he could, he seemed to be ringing and wanting to chat.

Like right now as his own phone started vibrating with the classic Xylophone trill, the display showing incoming call from ‘Ghost Gremlin’ on the illuminated screen.

He wondered how the phone hadn’t run out of credit yet. Ghost powers he assumed.

“Hey Gremlin. What’s new in the world from beyond today?”

“Oi! I’m not a Gremlin! I’m a Big Man Ghost! Get it right Wilbitch.”

“Oh my apologies. How’s the world from beyond Ghost gremlin?” The man chuckled as he tapped on speaker modes to continue with copying his music work down hands free.

Wilbur heard a soft groan through the speakers and could imagine the boy probably rolling his eyes.

“It’s fine I guess. Same boring dead plane. Dark and dreary but oh so boring. That’s why I’ve rung my favourite Human Bean.” Tommy responded gleefully.

That was something strange about Tommy. He always called Wilbur a Human Bean no matter how many times he tried to correct his pronunciation of Human Being. Wilbur persummed his ghost was probably something like age 10-12 since he didn’t really seem to know about a lot of things with the number of times he’d explain something despite knowing what a TV was.

“Yeah I guess being dead would get boring if you lived in a place like that.”

“Yep.” Tommy said, popping the p. “So what are you writing down? I see you’ve got your guitar out.”

Wilbur smiled as he wrote down a few more lines in cursive. “I’m just writing out the final version of that new song I’ve been working on. I can play it for you when I’m done later.” “But Wiiiil! I want to hear it now!!!!” The boy drawled in a whiny tone.

Wilbur practically could hear the pouting face Tommy was making through the phone line.

“You know I don’t get to hear music often. Can’t you just play that funny song about Jared now? You’ve already finished that one AND it’s one of my favourites.”

“Tommy, I literally played Your New Boyfriend for you when you called yesterday. I think you can wait a little bit.”

Tommy huffed in response, the ghost relenting a little mumbling an annoyed fine before the two settled into a comfortable silence. For a being that was quite literally intangible, Tommy sure had a way of making his voice sound very real.

This was how a majority of their calls would go. Simple small talk about whatever the two were doing in the moment or had to do until Tommy ended up going on a rant about something random and Wilbur was happy to listen. It’s how he ended up learning about Tommy’s strange love for mud and he himself sharing his love for eating sand. He’s never heard anyone sound more offended about eating sand for a snack.

What? It’s good he swears!

But some of Tommy’s rant topics were strange. Like what need does a ghost have with needing fishing hooks or dental floss? He assumed that the boy must have had some unusual fascination with tiny things before he died because he seemed to be very particular about how things needed to be if he were suddenly shrunk.

Like today how the Ghosts rant topic was about Rats and what right royal pricks they were.

“Like you don’t understand Wilbur, Rats are the absolute worst! They just come marching into your space and then decide to go through all your food stores and eat it- which they’re never satisfied with by the way, before trying to take a bite of you!” Tommy explained.

“Yes they are quite wretched little creatures. I wouldn’t like it if one bit my hand either.” Wilbur agreed as he finished writing another verse.

“If I could, I’d stab them before they ever even got close. I’d take my sword and plunge it into their hearts, all heroic and stuff.”

“Couldn’t you just use your ghost powers and I don’t know, fling them away?”

How would a rat even bite a ghost? Ghost’s don’t exactly have tangible bodies, Wilbur thought.

“Stabbing them sounds like a lot more work when you can’t actually touch them.”

“Well if you want to be a boring ghost you can. But what other ghosts do you know can stab their enemies?” “Well you-”

“NONE! EXACTLY!” Tommy shouted triumphantly. “I’m one of a kind Wilbur and the Poggest Ghost to ever live!”

“Sure Tommy. Sure.”

The ghost feigned offense with a long gasp. “You dare doubt me, the great and powerful TommyInnit? I could destroy you if I wanted to, you know.”

“Yeah but you won’t.” Wilbur shot back. “You’re just a sad child that has no one better to talk to and would miss me if you destroyed your only friend.”

“I would not because A. I have lots of friends and B. I’m not a child.” The boy snapped.

“How does that even make sense?” Wilbur queried as he finished off the last few lines in cursive.

“It doesn’t have to make sense purely because I’m better than you.”

“Sure little man.”

The boy huffed through the phone line. “I’m not little.”

“Little Baby Man.” the brunette teased.

“Stop it.”

“Little Baby Man Child.”

“AM NOT A LITTLE BABY MAN! I’M A BIG MAN! BIGGER THAN YOU, THE WORLD OR EVEN THE UNI-”

“But you accept that you’re a child.” Wilbur smirked as he moved the papers to pick up his guitar. Tommy groaned.

Yeah, Wilbur didn’t mind this at all.

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Wilbur played his guitar for a few more hours before Tommy eventually said his goodbyes to do ‘ghostly things’ as per usual for the night, leaving Wilbur the rest of the evening to settle down for bed. He’d been asleep probably an hour or so before being woken to the sound of his ringtone.

Groggily, Wilbur reached for his phone on the nightstand, half asleep as it rang. Instead of grabbing it though, he accidentally knocked it to the ground earning a groan from the man as he lazily searched the ground for it. Just as he grabbed the phone, the call rang out leaving one new voice mail message in his notifications.

Blearily ignoring who the message was from, he opened his phone and tapped on the voicemail raising it up to listen.

‘You have one-new-voicemail BEEP!’

“Wil, WILBUR!”

Hang on. That sort of sounds like Tommy.

“PICK UP YOUR PHONE! PLEASE WIL! I NEED HELP!”

Wilbur bolted upright now fully wide awake. Tommy was in trouble. He needed help. Where was he? How could he help a ghost?

Before his mind could divulge into further panic, his phone rang again and Wilbur didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Tommy? Tommy, where are you? Are you okay? I-”

“WILBUR HELP ME PLEASE! IT’S HERE! IT’S GOING TO GET ME AND I’M CORNERED! I’M GONNA DIE I PLE-” The cries of the boy sending the brunette into panic mode.

“WOAH WOAH woah Tommy I need you to calm down for me.” Wilbur tried, listening to the labored breaths of the ghost on the other line. “I need you to tell me where you are so I can come help, can you do that.”

“I- I’m.. Uh. I CAN’T TELL YOU! YOU’LL HATE ME!” The boy yelled between hiccupped breaths as they began to cry, loud thumping and hisses filling the background noise.

“Tommy, all I care about is finding you to help, I’m not going to hate you.”

“But you will! Everyone hates me when they find out!”

Tommy had never sounded so terrified before. Wilbur never truly believed anything could hurt the ghost before, but whatever had them so panicked must be serious and the increase in thrashing noises was not easing his nerves.

“Toms, I could never hate you. I want to help you, but I can’t do that unless you tell me where you are.”

“I- Promise?” Desperation clear in the boy's voice.

“I promise.”

There was a brief pause from the boy before they shakily instructed him into the Hallway.

“Okay, open the closest and I’m in there.”

A loud screech came through the phone's speakers followed by a cry in pain before Tommy was screaming for help through the speakers.

“WILBUR HURRY! I CAN’T HOLD THEM OFF FOR MUCH LONG—.”

“Tommy? TOMMY?!”

The line was dead.

Wilbur had never run faster in his life. His mind spiraled with horrid thoughts at what that sound was and why Tommy would be in his closet, but despite the ridiculousness of it, his focus was on helping his friend.

As he approached the closet, the sound of muffled hissing and shrieking filled his senses and Wilbur was quick to fling open the closet.

Nothing.

Wilbur stood confused but the noises didn’t cease, only growing louder now the door was open. He followed the sound down to the floor, realising that whatever it was, was beneath the floorboards.

Wilbur was quick to act and ran to grab something from the kitchen to pry the boards up, the sounds growing worse with every passing second. As soon as he had what he needed, Wilbur started heaving each nail out from the floor, prying the board up to reveal what was beneath. With one final pull, the board came loose, and the man yanked the board back revealing an unseemly sight.

A huge rat was scratching and gnawing at what appeared to be a tiny wardrobe. It hadn’t seemed to notice Wilbur yet, hell bent at getting whatever was inside the little cupboard. It was when the rat tried head butting the cupboard did a terrified scream hit his ears.

The brunette grabbed the rat in an instant, gripping the thing tightly as it writhed and screeched in his grasp. Quickly he stood and moved to take it outside where he threw it; standing there, panting heavily watching as it landed with a thump before whimpering away.

What just happened?

He barely had any time to dwell on it further before tiny little thumps could be heard coming from back down the hall.

Tommy

“Tommy!” Wilbur rushed back inside and crouched down on his knees as he observed what laid before him. “Tommy are you alright?”

Despite it being wrecked, it appeared to be a miniature room. Small fairy lights lined the walls and small trinkets made up what could be a wrecked table and chair, sprawled all over the place from the intrusion of the rat. But what really shocked Wilbur, was seeing Jack’s old phone slightly banged up beneath part of a broken floor board in the corner.

Gingerly, Wilbur reached out and lifted it from the debris, to inspect if it was actually real or his imagination. It indeed was the very same phone Jack lost and somehow was even plugged into a charging port.

What is all this?

“Tommy are you?” Wilbur asked, confusion lacing his voice. Why was Jack’s phone in a tiny room? Where was his friend?

Suddenly, the wardrobe the rat had been so interested in moved. Wilbur set the phone down as the small piece of furniture jerked again, making it wobble ever so slightly in place.

With bated breath, Wilbur carefully reached forward, gently picking up the tiny wardrobe between his thumb and pointer finger bringing it into his palm.

It was banged up badly from how the rat had been trying to tear into it, but intact. What was it about this that had the rat so enthralled?

Trying the best he could, Wilbur grabbed the tiny little door knob and pried the door open.

Wilbur froze, dumb founded at what was hidden inside.

Staring at him with blue eyes blown wide in terror, was a tiny little blonde boy, pushed far back into the wardrobe as humanly possible, gripping the sides with all their might. Their breathing was labored and they looked worse for wear, tears through their little jacket and angry red scratches littering their arms, some even appearing to be smeared with blood.

“What on earth?” Wilbur’s brow crinkled in confusion.

He was holding a tiny person in a wardrobe.

A tiny person that had almost been killed by a rat.

The tiny boy’s eyes darted all over the place, seemingly trying to figure out how to escape the mess they were in, as Wilbur tried to process that he was holding an entire person within his palms. How was this even possible?

“I- ” The tiny person begged, Wilbur’s full attention locked onto them as tears continued to stream down their face. “Please don’t hurt me Wilby!”

Tommy?!

No. No Tommy was- Tommy is a Ghost that made random phone calls. Tommy that loved his music and mud that was very much a ghost and not a tiny little person.

“Tommy?” Wilbur brought his free hand to cover his mouth. “What. How?”

“Please don’t hate me! I’ll leave! You’ll never see me again, just don’t hurt me!” The little boy pleaded, curling into themselves in an attempt to hide themself. “I never meant for this to happen. You weren’t supposed to know and now you’ll-”

“Tommy, Toms calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Yeah right! That’s when you thought I was a ghost! Now you know the truth and I can’t do anything about it.” the boy sobbed.

Wilbur hated how small Tommy looked. He was always so bright and full of life when they spoke on the phone, but now it was like holding a fragile flower. So small, so delicate, so precious and in need of protection. He just wanted to reach out and hold them close.

“Tommy, look at me please.” Wilbur pleaded, waiting patiently for the boy to look at him before he continued.

“Tommy, I would never hurt you. Yes you pretended to be a ghost and took Jack’s phone, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” Tommy lifted his head and swiped his arm across his nose of snot and tears as Wilbur continued.

“You’re one of my best friends Tommy. I don’t talk to anyone nearly as much as I do with you and I care about you, whether you’re a ghost or not.” Wilbur brought Tommy a bit closer to himself, lifting the tiny boy up to be eye level.

“Besides, I made a promise to not hate you, remember? I intend to keep it.”

Tommy's lip began to wobble, before the boy burst into tears, unable to hold himself back any longer.

“I’m sorry Wilby!” The boy cried as they crawled out of the wardrobe onto the man's hand. “ I wanted to tell you but I was scared.”

“Shh it’s alright.” Wilbur assured, setting the wardrobe down before bringing Tommy close to his chest protectively. “I’ve got you and it’s all going to be okay.”

While this whole ordeal was crazy and strange, in this moment it didn’t matter.

They’d have to talk about why the boy was living in the man’s floors and why he pretended to be a ghost in the first place (not to mention how and why Tommy was like 3 inches tall) but that could all wait for later.

Wilbur loved Tommy more than the boy ever understood, and it brought great joy to Wilbur that finally, he was able to meet his pseudo little brother face to face. They’d figure everything out eventually, but for now-

This was enough.

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AND THANK YOU IF YOU READ TO THE END!!

For real this was fun to write and I did it all in one sitting lol. Was good to just smash out a short project that was something new and different. It took me far too long to get around to editing it though lol. Thank you Squishy and Munchkin for Beta reading. You're the best! ❤️❤️❤️

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OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT, LOOK AT THE ART SQUISHY MADE FOR THIS AFTER THEY FINISHED READING!!!

I MEAN LOOK AT THIS! IT'S THE WARDROBE SCENE! When I tell you I squealed in delight when I saw this I mean it. I walked into work grinning because it's all I could think about lol. Thanks again beautiful! Truly gifted you are <3

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munchkin1156 · 7 months

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New au infodump?

Dystopian au go brr

This is going to be a dystopian (:0 shocking) sci-fi world with a borrower Tommy who has a special wristband that lets him sizeshift, a gift from a long lost friend.

The au is mainly sbi centric (because I have a very very hard time writing anything else, though believe me I will try one day), other than Tommy there will be avian hybrid Philza, piglin hybrid Technoblade, and shrunken phantom Wilbur who got shrunken due to technical issues with a device he was tinkering with (and now needs to figure out how to get back to normal size).

The sbi are all first class, first district people, which, though it does make them seem stuck up and posh, they don’t actually know about the crumbling world of the lower districts.

Tommy’s been forced to steal to survive, and while shifted into human form, accidentally loses his way and finds himself in the higher districts, where he runs into Phil.

…you can probably guess that Phil’s hybrid brain goes to ‘child-its-child-why-sad-keep-safe’

Phil offers to take Tommy to his house, wanting to help him as well as pry information out of him to try and find out why he’s so scrawny

Tommy (reluctantly) takes up the offer because free food and a chance to steal something of actual value so he can get a lot of money, two birds with one stone in a way…

Oh and I forgot to mention that the sbi is kinda famous/important…

So they go to the sbi’s house and Tommy meets Techno and Wilbur, who are also enchanted by the blond. When Tommy sees Wilbur, he loses it for a moment, thinking that he’d finally found another one of his kind, until Techno explains the situation and Tommy feels ashamed he let his instincts control him like that and almost force him to shift.

They have dinner and game night, over which they bond with Tommy a lot, and even offer him to stay for the night ‘cause it’s dark out.

Tommy says yes, knowing how dangerous it is to walk the lower districts streets at any given point, especially at night, and they set him up in his new bedroom the guest room.

In the middle of the night Tommy wakes up from a nightmare and accidentally reopens a stab wound that he got a couple night ago (I did say the lower was dangerous after all), therefore his body shifts down to borrower size in order to heal it faster.

He can’t shift back until it’s healed, and now he’s at a upper class house with people that have been nothing but kind to him, though he knows that once they see him for the pest he is they’ll kick him out.

Fuck.

. . .

That’s about what chapter one should be, though I won’t start it for a while, homework is murdering me and I used to be at a really chill school with basically none of it so….

Please please please ask me about this, I would love to answer shit about it :D

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guppybubbles · 3 months

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Fake fic title:

And the phone keeps ringing and ringing and ringing...

hey... hey... how yall doing.. *awkwardly walks in* (realised i never posted the other fic titles even though i had already written them)

Wilbur is 100% sure this apartment is haunted. Great. His first taste of independence after moving out of his parents' house and pursuing a career in music, he gets haunted.

At first, he thought he was simply just misplacing things. Though stuff was falling off of shelves when his back is turned, whenever he places something down, it disappears after he turns around for one second and there would be random noises in the walls in the middle of the night. When he gets out of bed to investigate the sound, he finds nothing.

His friends came to visit just to see how Wilbur's been holding up in his new home, though it became a problem after Jack's phone went missing and no matter how much they called the phone and turned the apartment upside down. It was never found. Wilbur apologised and promised to give Jack his phone if ever he found it.

A week has passed, and Wilbur has completely forgotten about it until he receives a phone call from Jack. "Hello? Jack..?"

There was silence for a moment. "I can see youuu." It was a whisper of a voice he didn't know. The voice sounded like a kid, young and playful.

Prank callers. Someone stole Jack's phone and is messing with people. The call ended before Wilbur could reply.

Tommy giggled. Finally, he knew how to use the contacts feature! The borrower found Wilbur's reaction so funny. Maybe he should keep calling…

#guppy's asks #mcyt g/t #giant/tiny #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t community #g/t #giant tiny #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #tiny!tommy #borrower!tommy #giant!wilbur #fake fic titles #g/t idea #g!wilbur #guppy writes!

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potatonugget7 · 1 year

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OH MY GODS- THEY WERE ROOMMATES?!

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

TWs: Fear of Death. 4k words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait a second...

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

Right! Ranboo!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just why?”

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

He wasn’t ready yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stupid useless rope.

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

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

"Tubbo is that you??" …

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wha..?"

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

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

"Umm… because… you're a human?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yup." he replied, popping the p.

"..."

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

"No." Ranboo raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

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

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

"Don't get sassy with me."

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

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

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

Good, threats would work then.

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

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

Fuuuuuuuuuuck.

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

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

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

"Tubbo, I know you're lying."

"No you don't." Ranboo sighed.

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

"Sure thing bossman." Tubbo stated sarcastically.

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One wrong move and-

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

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

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

"You didn't have to stab me!"

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

"H-hey!"

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

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

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

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

"Well I-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know, it's just-"

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

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

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

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

"W-well then-"

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

"I'm sorry…"

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

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

"Thanks."

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A what?

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

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

"I don't know what a poptart is."

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

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

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

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

"Mhhhmmm?"

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

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

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

"Helping you down..?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No??" he denied incredulously.

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

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

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

"Ow…"

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

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

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

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

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

"Ask away Bossman." the brunet shrugged.

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

"You'll never know my secrets!"

"Wh-??"

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