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brick-a-doodle-do · 7 months
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Story idea! Which will contain tiny!tubbo tiny!baby michael and giant!ranboo
Tubbo lives alone in the tundra lands of snowchester with his son Michael, tubbo is known for studying and hunting mythical creatures, but after a harsh snowstorm and lack of food he ventures out one night and ends up meeting one of the mythical creatures he has been desperately searching for.
Noms are up to you, btw
yay no more creative slump! thanks anon :D
i kinda switched this around s little bit but i think it's still alright? i mean i didn't read it but eh
(bonus points if you know what the title's from! :3)
agony drips from me, poisonous remedy
wc: 2519
cw: sfw vore (unwilling prey + miscommunication/no communication), panic
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Call him an idiot, call him insane, call his work useless, but he prefers ‘over it’. Because in the depths of all of his pinned up papers, half-finished sketches littering the floors and a thousand theories blurring his head, he has a son, who’s obvious struggles haven't gone unnoticed from Tubbo, and he is over his weird hobby.
He does try, he keeps up with Micheal’s schedule, making sure he’s clean and well-fed and gets to sleep on time, (Although he can't be positive on that because unless his frenzy has kicked up hallucinations, he’s fairly positive he’s heard Micheal’s muffled snorts from just outside his office.)
Tubbo knew about that. He knew his son was distressed and isolated and tired and curious, yet he still persisted with the thing he couldn't even call work, it was just a hobby he clung onto desperately like it was pumping air into his lungs.
So, the recent storm was rather eye-opening. At the first crack of thunder and blast of lighting, Tubbo found it mildly distracting, while Micheal’s panicked squeals had traveled through the mansion and right to Tubbo's office, where the boy then threw himself at his father, burying his face into Tubbo’s chest with panicked breath. Tubbo had jumped at the contact and shuffled his papers around before scooting back to tend to his son. 
“Hey, hey, it’s just a storm, the thunder can’t hurt us,” Tubbo reassures, rubbing circles into the kid’s back. Micheal squeals as another clap of thunder echoes from the sky and rattles the windows of the office. Micheal’s grip on Tubbo’s vest tightens and he has to suppress the urge to wince under the pressure of his forming claws. “It's just passing over us,” Tubbo says, although he can't be sure about that, the weather has been showing signs of storms all week.
Another flash of lightning leaves Tubbo jumping at the way the windows light up at the streak, just a mile too close for his word to stay true. Presumably having felt Tubbo’s jolt of fear, Micheal sobs a little, still huddling close to his father for comfort. Tubbo sighs, tearing his wary attention away from the window and turning to focus on his papers, bullet points about a deity blurring together even more than usual at his worry. He moves his attention from his work and focuses on his son, still shaking with sobs. A wet spot has formed on his jumper from the kid’s tears, meanwhile Tubbo is stunned at what to say. He’s never been the most emotionally available, or if he was he wasted it all on useless attempts at humor to try and calm down Tommy. 
This was his son, and this was not a laughing matter. He stands, his chair sliding back along the wooden floor with a wince-inducing scrape, to which he ignores and focuses on supporting his son. “We haven't had thunder for a while, so, you know what that means?” Tubbo asks, using old techniques Schlatt had used when Tubbo wouldn't be quiet. 
“What?” Micheal asks, smally, voice broken from his tears. 
Another clap of thunder. Micheal gasps softly at the sound. 
“When there's a clap of thunder, you count the seconds between it, and that's how many miles away it is,” Tubbo informs him, still rubbing along his back as he navigates through the mansion.
The hybrid pulls away from his chest, still secure in Tubbo’s grasp but now facing him eye-to-eye, looking a little suspicious of Tubbo's claim. “Not true?” Micheal inquires. Tubbo cracks a smile and shakes his head.
“It's true! Listen, let's wait for the next one,” he says, heading down the grand staircase to find their way to the family room. 
Micheal’s eyes avert his gaze and instead move beyond him to watch the windows, spirit enlightened. Tubbo finds the lift in demeanor satisfying, though without a problem to worry about he finds his mind traveling back to the creature studies sat in his office. Supposedly considered deity amongst the End and the Nether, and the very last creature he has in an old book of monsters he found as a kid. 
He’s never been so riled up over finding something, but Ranboo proved so important that Tubbo would forget his own son in their time of panic. 
Tubbo plops on the couch, Micheal falling with him, just in time for another clap of thunder. “Alright! One, two, three—” Tubbo is cut off as Micheal takes over.
“Four, five—” Boom! The windows rattle and a few pieces of lopsided furniture shudder. That’s odd. It hadn't been so close before…boom!
Micheal squeals. That was loud. 
“Hey, hey, bossman, you're alright! It's just thunder,” Tubbo says, holding his boy tight while keeping his eyes glued to the pitch-black windows. 
“Too close!” Micheal squeals out, his hybrid coming out in a fit of snorts and whines that make Tubbo’s heart ache. Why did he tell him about the distance method? 
He considers calling Phil, but he doubts his communicator will work in this storm. The loud rush of rain hitting the window becomes apparent to him the more it picks up, rapidly thumping on the glass panes. Micheal’s crying again, his body quivering with every hiccup. 
“Hey, baby, you're okay,” Tubbo whispers. He can't handle this. Boom! “Bud, how about a special trip to old man Phil? I bet he and Technoblade can help, huh?” He asks, bouncing the hybrid on his knee. All that Michael responds with is a childish sob. 
His heart twists. Tubbo pulls him close, picking the kid up. He can make it to Phil and Technoblade's cabin, and then he can just…pick up where he left off with his work. You know, unless he dies. 
Tubbo’s footsteps softly echo around the high ceilings, just barely audible against Micheal’s crying. “We’re going to go out to uncle Technoblade and old man Phil’s cabin, alright Micheal? They’ll know what to do,” Tubbo informs, sliding into his shoes and setting the kid down by the door. “Which coat do you want, bossman?”
Micheal hiccups, staring up at Tubbo with confusion in his eyes. For the most part, it goes unnoticed  while he opens up the chest of their jackets and shoes. 
“I don't want to be in storm,” Micheal says, frowning. Tubbo pulls a coat from the chest and pulls it around himself, grabbing another one for extra good measure. He zips the two up then crouches down to eye level with the piglin.
“I know, I know. We just need to get somewhere a little safer, okay? Their houses are more prepared for this,” he lies, knowing full well that while he knows the storm is coming closer, he really was orchestrating this so he could just get some quiet work time, no matter how bad he felt about it. 
Micheal, at the very least, seems to buy it. “Okay…I want red, Techno color!” the piglin says, squealing in delight at his own mention of Technoblade. 
“Ah, what did I expect,” he chuckles, pulling out a red raincoat from the chest and carefully pulling Micheal’s arms through each sleeve, then buttoning it up gently. Micheal flaps his hand as Tubbo pats his chest to let him know he’s ready to go. Tubbo pulls out his wellies, a blue pair to take after Tommy, (Who he’s quite sure took after Ghostbur), then hands them to micheal to fit on. In the end, Tubbo is fighting down his overwhelming guilt of letting Micheal go for the storm. 
He's adorable, already abandoning fear because he looks like his uncles, (And his flaunting his excitement of the fact). Techno’s old raincoat almost pools at Micheal’s feet, the faded thing barely fitting yet somehow keeping Micheal in complete bliss.
“You look dapper,” Tubbo compliments, one last time reaching into the chest and grabbing out an umbrella before closing it. “Ready to go visit Philza, bossman?” 
Ultimately, Micheal looks a little uncomfortable at the thought of going out into the storm, although the thunder has been distant recently and Tubbo can tell Micheal has registered that.
“I think!” he responds, voice wavering before gaining confidence near the end. He smiles shallowly. 
With one arm, Tubbo lifts Micheal up into his hold again, the piglin snorting at the quick movement. He switches the umbrella to the hand holding Micheal and opens the front door, pulling at it until it finally opens with a pop!, leaving him stumbling at the sudden jerk. He keeps it open with his foot and steps out, shielded from the pouring rain under the thin awning. The door slams shut behind him, nearly causing him to drop the umbrella as Micheal jumps at the sound and digs his fingers into Tubbo’s already-sore sides. 
He huffs out his pain and slides open the umbrella, which clicks as it locks. Tubbo raises it above their heads and steps out into the storm. Immediately, the constant stream of rain against the material above their heads pounds in Tubbo’s ears, even as damaged as they are. 
Boom! 
Immediately, Tubbo hears Micheal whisper under his breath: “One, two, three four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten—” Boom! 
“Ten miles is pretty far,” Tubbo comments, trudging through the thin layer of snow that he’d just shoveled earlier today. It mixes into a sludge with the rain, crunching under his boots in a pleasing manner, something to distract him from his desire to study and his worry of making it through the path to Techno’s cabin. It also distracts him from the impending feeling like he’s being watched. 
He tries to convince himself that isn't true, for the most part, even though he does give in with a quick look around his surroundings. The only thing he’s ever met with is the comfort of being alone with just him and his boy. 
Wind laps around them, the thunder and lightning seemingly having passed already, the only applicable features of the storm remaining being the strong rain and the surprisingly aggressive winds. He can barely see anything, let alone hear anything outside of the wind in his ears, Micheal’s hushed shivers and whimpers, and the rain on the umbrella. All the mobs have taken a rest for the night, thankfully, but it only leaves him in suspense. 
Who had eyes on him if not a zombie or a creeper? 
Who was watching him from above, threatening the security of him and his son?
About halfway through the forest to Techno’s cabin, he pauses at the sound of something shuffling. Micheal hums at the motion, his attention also caught on the noise. Perhaps he would've passed it off as a victim of the storm, but it seemed too orchestrated, like something running into a bush. He tries putting it behind him, whispering a reassurance to both himself and the boy. 
Tubbo makes it two steps before there's another rustle. Now, he stops. Full-fledged freezes, subconsciously holding Micheal a little closer. His grip on the umbrella handle tightens until his knuckles run pale while he spins around against the wind to look around. 
The hue of something red and green catches his eye. Too large to be anyone's communicator or any of the server’s eyes. Too vibrant for a coat or anything of the sorts, too colorful for an animal, no, this was the watchful gaze of Ranboo.
It fit the description of their eyes, the giant creature often hunched low to the forest floor, said to be a nod to their connection with the Nether. 
Tubbo can’t help the excitement that flares up against the fear. Ranboo was feet from him. He has been searching for so long—he finally can care about his son the way he needed to. 
“Papa?” Micheal inquires, presumably noticing the way Tubbo has stopped in his tracks again. 
Tubbo shushes the piglin. “Hold on for a second, bud,” he says, hiking up the kid before he slips out of his hold. Micheal seems to relax, resting his head on Tubbo’s shoulder while he waits. 
Meanwhile, Tubbo stands, staring at the vibrant eyes in the foliage ahead.  
“Ranboo,” he whispers. The eyes lift up a bit, like the mention of their name intrigued them. Tubbo’s spirit lightens immensely. 
A crack of lightning charges through the sky, lighting it up enough for him to make out a rough outline of the crouching monster. “Woah..yeah, that's you, Ranboo!” He says slowly, more of a reassurance to himself than anything. 
“You're Ranboo, right?” Tubbo calls out to the forest. The eyes disappear for a moment before reappearing as the creature blinks. 
There's a small vwoop! that echoes through the forest. Micheal perks up at that, turning his head in the direction of Ranboo. Against his fingertips, even through the raincoat, Tubbo's feels as Micheal tenses up. 
“What's that?!” the kid demands, fear inflicted in his voice. His pink fur has risen at the fear he emits.
“It's nothing to be afraid of, just an important thing I've been looking for,” he informs the kid. Micheal doesn't seem to relax. 
Ranvoo releases another vwoop! which is shadowed with a glk! that echoes from their throat. 
Suddenly, a thick tail with a furry, split-colored tuft is extending from the forest and into the clearing, rising high above them before, strangely prehensile as it curls around Micheal’s small form, somehow breaking the boy's contact with Tubbo. Micheal squeals at it, crying out for his dad. Before he has the time to react, Micheal is plucked from his grasp and swept up in Ranboo's tail, becoming a speck of pink amongst a sea of black and white. 
“Hey! What the fuck?!” Tubbo yells, immediately dropping the umbrella to run after the retracting tail. The rain pours into him immediately, wind rushing in his ears and pushing him as he trails after Micheal quickly. He stumbles over his feet, ankles rolling at his attempts to stay sturdy in snow. 
Tubbo can just barely hear Micheal’s panicked squeals and snorts while re-entering the forest, quickly behind the tail as he runs uselessly towards his son. “Ran-Ranboo! Sir–um, oh my god, surely you doing need to do that!” Tubbo calls up, watching from the shadows as Micheal is lifted effortlessly into Ranboo's two-finger hold, dangling him in open air, infuriatingly oblivious to his panic and sobs. 
Tubbo’s heart sinks when he watches through another streak of lightning illumates the forest around them, as his son is drawn to Ranboo’s open maw, a fit of sobs and garbled calls for his dad and screams to stop. 
Immediately, he runs closer to the giant, who’s still crouched over the clearing. 
“Oh god, oh my god, what the—RANBOO!” Tubbo yells, hands cupped over his mouth desperately. Rain pours down into him as he runs, causing him to stumble in the mud. As he approaches, he realizes quickly he can barely reach the edge of Ranboo's leg despite his immediate attempts to jump at it, and at another clap of thunder and bolt of lightning, he’s craning his neck in horror as he watches a lump in the deity’s throat travel down. 
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Intergalactic Abductees: Tubbo (1)
Word Count: 1,016
TW's: Unintentional Fearplay, Intentional Fearplay, Violence, Injury, Mentions of Abduction, Fear of Death, Profanity, Referring To A Person As An "It"
Characters: C!Ranboo, C!Tubbo
Summary: Tubbo is surrounded by aliens that don't speak his language and are intent on doing away with him. To make matters worse, he's been thrown to a cell with yet another bizarre creature. But maybe this one's different.
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Hours spent fearing for his life had left Tubbo utterly exhausted. In lieu of terror, awkwardness had begun to settle in. The black and white creature seemed intent on remaining silent. Even if it did talk, Tubbo was willing to bet that it didn't speak English.
If the other aliens weren't such dicks to him, Tubbo might have assumed he was one of them. Sure, it didn't look like the demonic beasts that dragged him off-planet but he didn't really have a big frame of reference when it came to these guys. All he knew was that anything that big with that many predatory attributes couldn't possibly be friendly.
But this one was curious.
In all the time he'd spent sitting on the floor across from it, the monster with short antlers hadn't so much as made a move for him. If anything it, it seemed to scooch a little further into the corner every time Tubbo so much as glanced in its direction.
Sometimes Tubbo could feel its dual-toned eyes on him but every time he tried to meet its gaze, the alien's attention would snap elsewhere, wiry tail wrapping tighter around its ankle.
No matter how tired he was, he couldn't allow himself to nod off. Not when this thing could pull a 180 on him at any second. And yet, the lull of sleep was calling to him. His head bobbed as the weight of exhaustion hung heavy on him.
He got no warning before vertigo took hold of him. He let out a strangled gasp as he was unceremoniously flung across the floor. Warmth prickled against his skin. Dumbfounded, all he could do was stare at the leathery tail coiled around his waist. The alien didn't so much as spare him a glance, keeping Tubbo trapped in its shadow.
He never got the chance to so much as try to escape before the metal door slid open. The blood drained from his face. He held his breath as footsteps shook the floor with an eerily steady rhythm. A voice like nails on a chalkboard barked out a phrase in the same, grating language all of those giant creatures seemed to speak.
The being in front of him blocked Tubbo's view of the visitors but he didn't need to see them to know these were the same creatures that had taken him away in the first place.
The black and white alien mumbled something Tubbo didn't understand. Though its voice was raw, it somehow had the smoothest cadence of anyone he had yet to encounter. He opted to remain silent as they exchanged words. It wasn't long before one of the newcomers let out a hardy laugh.
There was a splash followed by a whining hiss, the tail tightening around Tubbo to a nearly painful degree before loosening a touch. As though it had abruptly remembered he was there.
The unwelcome guests laughed once more before the door slammed shut. There was a brief pause before the tail went slack all at once. Tubbo took the opportunity to escape from the corner. Even as the creature's pointed ears twitched to follow his every move, it made no attempts to grab him.
It seemed too preoccupied holding trembling hands to its face. Whisps of curly, white steam leaked from between its fingers. A muffled cry of pain brought a strange twinge of pain to Tubbo's chest. A shallow dish of liquid had been left on the floor.
Was that what had hurt him? Tubbo's curiosity got the best of him. He slowly approached the dish. Odorless and crystal clear. He tapped a pinky to its surface, expecting some sort of excruciating pain or for his skin to melt right off the bone.
But there was nothing.
The creature gradually lowered its hands. Splatters of navy blue painted the thin sheen of fur on its face. Upon finding Tubbo perched on the edge of the dish, it let out a sharp gasp. A hesitant hand stained with the same blue markings reached for him.
Tubbo gathered a scoop of the liquid in cupped hands, ignoring the alien's chirp of distress.
He took a wary sip. Water. The stuff was just water. He took in a few much needed swallows. It took all his willpower not to dive in and drain the whole bowl. He hadn't had a drink since he'd been taken. Prime knows how long ago that was.
He slid off the dish to find the alien staring at him in a mix of abject horror and astonishment. Tubbo took a step towards it and it immediately scrambled backwards, pressing itself flat against the wall.
Tubbo paused in confusion. Fearful, mismatched eyes darted back and forth between his face and his hands. He hesitated before wiping his hands on the pants of his ragged uniform before holding them up placatingly.
The alien didn't seem all too trusting but cautiously eased back into its original sitting position.
Tubbo approached it carefully with his hands in plain view. The ragged rise and fall of the creature's chest had plateaued as its breathing grew steady. Tubbo watched it carefully as he stood inches away from it. Right within reach. It still didn't try to swipe at him.
It had gone stiff as a stature. Like Tubbo had Medusa's gaze. The instant he reached for its hand, the creature yanked its hand back flush against its chest. Its eyes went wide in alarm. The human let out an incredulous scoff.
"And here I was thinking you were going to kill me," he mumbled. The creature only tilted its head like a confused puppy. "You're just a softie."
Perhaps there had been an unspoken truce between them since he'd been thrown into that tiny cell but this creature had gone through the effort to keep him out of the others' lines of sight.
Maybe Tubbo's death wasn't as set in stone as he thought. Of course, he didn't expect this thing to protect him forever but for the time being, this arrangement might just work out in his favor.
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This au is gigantic (no pun intended) I'm praying y'all like it because I have so much content to post from it.
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cyncerity · 18 days
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I am becoming a utter bitch for Jackmanifold so I was curious if he is in your Epic au and if so tell me about him
Hi hi hi!! I know this ask was sent like a year ago but uh in case you’re still curious, he’s basically Tommy’s nanny! Phil got tired of Tommy running off so he’s been hiring people to try and keep an eye on him (keyword: try)
Anyway Jack is my comfort streamer so I always want to include him in stuff, so I wanted to write a short little thing to show his dynamic with Tommy and Niki. This “short little thing” turned into a full story and character designs because I have no self control! Hope you enjoy!!
(btw anyone who can pick out the song quote in here and tell me what it’s from gets a cookie)
“Hold on, get back here!” Jack yelled running after the young prince, who stopped his sprint down a hallway to turn and look back at Jack with a disapproving stare. Jack stopped and took a few deep breaths from exhaustion before continuing through pants. “I promised his majesty that I wouldn’t let you out of my sight, and I intend to keep that promise. The last thing I want is the fuckin king mad at me…again.” Tommy simply rolled his eyes, hands on his hips as he took a few steps towards the older leafmen. “Ooo King Philza this, King Philza that,” Tommy said in a mocking tone. “Let’s be honest with ourselves here Jack, if Phil hasn’t fired you yet he’s not gonna. The last guy got kicked after losing me like 4 times and you’re already way past that. The only reason you still have a job is cause you’ve got connections in high places.” “Is not!” “Is too!”
“God you’re so immature,” Jack said, having finally fully caught his breath. “Maybe if you could actually be responsible and not fuckin disappear every day then the king wouldn’t need to assign you a-“ “Babysitter. You’re a babysitter.” Tommy cut him off, only angering Jack further. “You’re such a fucking child! Why can’t we have one normal conversation about you disappearing under my watch, it’s like you want me to get exiled or something!” “Oh my dad’s not gonna exile you,” Tommy responds nonchalantly, “Niki likes you too much for that.” “There are only so many times you can lose the crown prince before his dad will get fed up. Niki isn’t more powerful than the fucking king, Tommy.” “No, but she’s one of his best soldiers, which means her and her happiness is important to him, and for some unexplainable reason you’re part of that happiness. Phil isn’t gonna risk losing his General cause he dismissed her best friend like he dismissed the rest of the fucks he hired to watch me.”
That made Jack pause. He knows Phil; they’ve had plenty of talks personally (well, personally with Schlatt in the room too, as if Jack would ever pull something with the ruler of the whole goddamn forest). In all the talks he’s had with Phil, he’d never guess that anyone’s personal happiness was important to him. The kingdom’s happiness? Sure, of course, that was his fucking job, after all. But, personally? Jack just always assumed that Phil was kind of a cold guy. To hear that he valued Niki’s happiness personally, even for his own gain, was…an odd thought. “Phil cares about Niki?” Jack asked, though he wasn’t quite sure why. Tommy seemed just as confused, before shrugging it off. “Yeah, ‘course he does. She and Schlatt are, yknow, his friends.” That genuinely shocked Jack. “There’s something in that guy to befriend??” He questioned, though as soon as the words came out of his mouth he regretted it. Tommy’s face wore absolute shock, and Jack quickly slapped a hand over his mouth as they both stared at each other in silence.
“I- I’m so-“ Jack’s poor attempt at an apology was cut off by roaring laughter from Tommy, the teen bent over to his knees wheezing as Jack stood terrified. He’d almost forgot that he was in the presence of the second most powerful person in the forest, magically and politically. That the boy in front of him was just as capable of exiling him to The Bogs as King Philza was. And, just as a bonus, Tommy never let Jack doubt the fact that he didn’t fucking like him. And now he’s just gone and insulted the king and gave his son a free pass to get rid of him for good. Oh fuck.
But, to his shock, when Tommy righted himself his face was absolutely beaming. He wiped a tear from his eye as he slapped a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Ok, I take it back, maybe I can see why Niki likes you, just a little bit though.” “S-so you’re not…gonna tell Phil..?” Jack asked, his fear only slightly relieved. When Tommy’s face morphed from humored to smug, though, that fear was immediately back. “Well, I think that can be arranged…for a price.” “Price?” “Yeah, let’s put it like this; you let me go right now and don’t make me tell you where i’m fuckin going, and I don’t report you for lèse-majesté.” Tommy stuck out a hand, and Jack shook it before he could even fully fathom what he was agreeing to. “Deal, a hundred times deal, your dad would fucking kill me.” Tommy just laughed. “Good man. Well, i’ll see you later then, Jack! Good luck with Schlatt when he comes to ask where I am!!” Tommy chuckled as he began to walk away.
“Wait, your majesty!” Jack shouted, and Tommy turned, seemingly slightly annoyed that Jack was still trying to talk to him when he so clearly wanted to fuck off to wherever he went to when he disappeared for hours. Jack knew he had to be careful with this; he’d just made Tommy like him a little bit, he couldn’t lose that yet. “Just…when you get back, can we talk about this? A bit? I don’t care where you go, for fucks sake you can do magic, I know you can protect yourself, but can we like…work out when you leave or don’t? So your dad doesn’t absolutely fucking hate me? He may be a bitch but he’s still my boss.” Jack hoped that insulting Phil again (as horrified as it made him feel) would open Tommy’s mind to the idea since it had seemingly worked before, and given that Tommy seemed less annoyed, it apparently worked. “You mean…you’d cover for me? Without even knowing where I’m headed off to? You would lie to the king for me?” “I mean, sure, man, why the hell not. Right now I don’t know where you are and I get in trouble, I’d much rather not know where you are and not get in trouble. Plus, who’s gonna turn me in for lying, you? You’d be turning yourself in.”
Tommy stood in shock, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and that scared Jack. Shit, had he overstepped a boundary somewhere? Was Tommy angry that he would advocate a scheme against his dad? Did he just fuck himself over?? But Tommy, ever so full of surprises, just smiled at Jack. “We’ll see, let me think about it. I’ll let you know when I get back.” He said, and held a fist in front of him. Jack smiled unsurely and fistbumed him, making Tommy chuckle as he turned and continued down the hallway.
Oh Prime, what has he got himself into?
~~~
“So, Jack, where is my son?” King Philza said, sat at his desk in his chambers, and Jack could barely utter a word. Schlatt stood behind Phil on his right, face as stone cold and intimidating as ever. Niki, bless her heart for arguing to be in the room with him for this, stood behind Phil on his left, eyes pleading with Jack for him to think of something. But, truly, in the dozen or so times he’s had to do this because Tommy fucking sucked, he’s never had an excuse. He’d always just apologized and Phil had disappointedly sent him home for the night with the command that he’d better be able to do his job tomorrow. That he’d better know where Tommy was the next night. It never happened, he never did, and this “i’m not mad i’m just disappointed” routine with the fucking king had become a nightly routine. Jack was getting kind of sick of it.
“Jack?” Philza repeated, and Jack sighed. “Your majesty, I-“ The door was kicked in suddenly, scaring the shit out of Jack and no one else in the room (fuck the royals and the guards and their unnatural lack of fight or flight), the prince in question proudly standing in the doorway, panting and exhausted but excited looking. “Holy shit!” he shouted. “You were right Jack! This was a tough book to find!” Tommy chuckled only mildly unbelievably before chucking a book at Jack, who quickly caught on. “Ah, yes! I was just about to tell his highness your father that you were down in the library grabbing a book on…uh, gardening…yeah! Yeah, we…we gardened today.” Jack lied through his teeth. “Yeah, we were looking into where the best place for crops would be so the bugfolk have a good harvest this spring! Y’know, doin some charity work, spreading peace and kindness and all the shit you preach, yeah?” Tommy continued, waltzing up to the king’s desk and leaning on it. Jack had to keep himself from gasping, reminding himself that Tommy was the prince and therefore wouldn’t be harshly punished for showing such disrespect in a royal’s presence. He himself was a royal, after all, though that didn’t make his lax behavior any less unexpected in an area that Jack had come to know as strict and horrifyingly stressful.
“So you were…out gardening.” Philza repeated, seemingly not buying a word, and Jack felt his heart stop. Tommy, however, was unfazed. “Yeah!” Tommy exclaimed, ignoring his father’s skepticism in favor of pulling a map out of the book in Jack’s hand. The map was a hand-drawn top view of the forest, with doodles, circles, arrows, and written notes scribbled all around it. He proudly came around to Phil’s side and excitedly began rambling about every little thing on the map. If Jack didn’t know that Tommy was his son, he’d assume that Phil was on the verge of exiling him based on his face alone. He seemed…more than annoyed, he seemed straight up miserable sitting and listening to Tommy talk. Yeesh, maybe this was why he had to hire someone to be around him. It seemed like an overreaction to listening to his kids talk about plants, he looked like he wanted to die right then and there.
“-so I think the best place for the sugar cane would be this spot where there aren’t any trees so it gets super hot, and it’s close to the lake but not too close so the soil doesn’t get waterlogged, which means the dirt will be ideal fo-“ “Stop!!” Philza shouted, slamming his hands on his desk and startling everyone in the room, even his guards. He dropped his head into his hands and sighed, fully missing the reaction of everyone in the room. Schlatt’s eyes were wide and Niki looked panic. Tommy looked…scared. Well, scared for all of .2 seconds before his expression shifted to something smug. Phil looked up at him with pity and Tommy’s reaction quickly changed into innocent confusion, slipping a mask back on to continue his act.
“Just…just stop. Listen, Tommy, I’m glad you think you’re helping. I am. But we can’t involve ourselves in the bugfolk’s problems. Their crops provide absolutely nothing to us, it’s a waste to fix what they need to be fixing amongst themselves.” Jack saw Tommy’s mask crack a bit. “But they’re like us, dad, they’re our people! This winter has been rough for them and they need all the help they can ge-“ “No, Tommy.” Phil interrupted, eyes turning hard, any and all pity gone. “They may be our people, but they’re not like us. They will never be like us. They’re in our land, and we allow them to be, with all of the benefits that come from living here. That’s all we owe them, nothing more, nothing less. End of conversation.” Tommy’s facial expression was blank, though if looks could kill, Jack was sure that Tommy would have needed a coronation by the next morning. He was pissed at Phil. A bubbling, festering anger that was sure to explode and cause permanent damage at some point in the near future.
However, it wouldn’t today.
Tommy, ever the actor, breathed out deeply to compose himself before rolling up his map. “‘Course, dad. Whatever is best for our p-…for the forest. You know best.” “You’ll learn, Tommy.” Philza said, reaching out to hold Tommy’s fists that curled around his map. “You’ll be a great king someday. A wise man once said: ‘the line between naivety and hopefulness is almost invisible.’ You just haven’t found the line yet, and I don’t expect you too at your age. In time you’ll learn just as I did exactly what needs to be done to keep the people you care about safe.” Tommy just stood, pointedly not answering. Philza sighed. “You are dismissed, Tommy. And Jack, good work today, keep this up. You are dismissed as well.” Tommy, deadpan as ever, walked back towards the entrance as Jack bowed in response. Well, tried to. Tommy yanked him by the shoulder and dragged him out of the room midway down, almost making him drop the gardening book.
As soon as they were far enough away from the chamber, Tommy dropped jacks arm and started screaming with clenched teeth, yanking on the petals on his head and kicking the nearest wall to him. Jack figured it was best to just…let him have his moment. “UUGGHHH, just, who does he think he is?! ‘oH Tommy they’re not liKe uS, they’re our people but they’re woRsE cause they’re not LeAveS’ it’s fucking ridiculous!! He barely knows anything about them, who is he to just decide that we just shouldn’t help with their crops?!” Tommy yelled, kicking another wall. “I- i don’t know, man.” Jack whispered, unsure if any of what Tommy said was rhetorical. Tommy looked over at him and just sighed.
“Sorry, it just drives me up a fucking wall. He thinks he’s the prime example of a fucking king and meanwhile he hates like half his citizens, and 3/4 of the forest as a whole, it’s fucking ridiculous.” Jack stood for a minute, eyes wide. What did he say? 3/4 would imply that he was upset that Phil hated…the enemy? “Well…he, uh, at the very least protects us from the boggins, but yeah…all that stuff about bugfolk, that wasn’t, uh, that wasn’t cool, man.” Now it was Tommy’s turn to be shocked, before he quickly tried and this time failed to put a mask back on. “Oh, yeah, ha! Whoops, sorry, I, uh, yeah, no fuck the boggins. Totally, yeah they suck. They’re, ha, yeah they’re horrifying, i’d hate to ever have to face one of them, thank god Phil keeps ‘em out!” Tommy rambled awkwardly, which led to a far more awkward moment of silence between Jack and Tommy after he finished.
“Look, man,” Jack finally broke the silence, “I appreciate you helping me out of that. I think Phil was really done with me that time.” “Well, I figured it was a good enough idea. Would benefit both of us, anyway. You wouldn’t get in trouble, my dad gets to think i’m doin’ shit, it’s foolproof.” “So, it’s official?” Jack said, offering a fist. Tommy laughed and fist bumped him back, a genuine smile on his face. “It’s official. We’ll work out the details tomorrow, though, I’m tired as shit. See ya, man.” Tommy said as he turned away, waving with one hand and holding a map in the other…
He was still holding a gardening book.
“Wait, Tom!” He didn’t know when he decided that it was ok to call the crown prince by a nickname, but given that Tommy didn’t correct him when he turned in response, he supposed the nickname was accepted. “You forgot your book.” He said, holding it out to a very relieved looking Tommy. “Shit, right, thank you! Can’t believe I almost forgot this.” He said, unrolling his map and placing it back in his book. “I gotta say, man, that’s a lot of effort to put into a map for a bit.” Jack said. “Where did you even get this gardening book? I’ve never seen it in the library.” “Oh, it’s not from the library, it was a gift from a friend. And the map wasn’t for the bit.” Tommy said gleefully, ignoring Jack’s shock for probably the fiftieth time that evening. “I wasn’t lying this time, that’s genuinely what I was out doing all day. I didn’t have time to think of a fake out story. But don’t expect me to tell you everything from now on, that’s just a thank you for helping me out. Night Jack!” Tommy said, waving and running down the hall towards his room, leaving Jack in confused shock. Jack huffed and shook his head as he started in the opposite direction towards the castle’s exit.
“Jack, wait up!” he heard a familiar voice call as his best friend caught up with him. “Hey Niki, don’t you have important General shit to do?” “C’mon, you’ve been a personal hand to the royal family for almost a month now, i’d say it’s important to make sure you’re escorted home safely.” She snickered, and Jack rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, as if the king would care if I got home safe.” “Well, he might start to if you make a habit of keeping track of the prince! It’s been a while since he’s even told us how his day was.” “Has it also been a while since his highness had a freak out like that or is that a regular thing?” Jack whispered. A pause, before Niki sighed and whispered back. “He’s stressed. I…I haven’t seen him get like that in a long while. Phil is my friend, I know him, I know how he is, and that isn’t him.”
Ok, so getting the confirmation that Phil and Niki’s relationship wasn’t strictly professional and was an actual friendship was unexpected, but that wasn’t the topic right now. “Was it Tommy? Does he really hate the idea of gardening that much? Does he just…not like being with Tommy? Is that why he needs me?” “No, not that, definitely not that.” Niki responded urgently. “He loves Tommy, I know he doesn’t show it well, but he does. I…I think it was more the topic. Not the gardening, more the idea of who it was for.” “The bugfolk? Why?” “Beats me, but Phil doesn’t ever really like to talk about them. If we’re trying to be more specific, though, something happened recently. More territory shit, some leafmen got hurt, we’ve been dealing with it so it doesn’t turn into an uprising. It’s been getting handled, but I think it was just bad timing, we haven’t told Tommy about that incident because it’s contained, so he wouldn’t have known that talking about helping the bugfolk would set Phil off.” “Prime, man, that’s…that’s rough. Not like it’s Tommy’s fault, though, felt kinda wrong for King Philza to snap at him of all people. Plus, some of that other shit he was saying was…how do I put this…..distasteful.”
Niki looked…uncomfortable, to say the least. “I know, and I agree with you,” she sighed, “but he’s my king. He’s my friend. He has his reasons to be like this and frankly? Our kingdom is thriving, so what’s the harm?” The harm is that he might hurt bugfolk like he’s hurt others, Jack thought. The harm is that he could exile an entire species out of the forest to a place of rot and death and savage beastly occupants and the worst part is that it wouldn’t even be the first time he did that. The harm is that he’s destroying his relationship with his kid and making said kid standoffish to anyone who attempts to befriend them. And oh, didn’t that just make so much sense? Maybe it wasn’t that Tommy was just brash and rude, could it…could it be self defense? Was he pushing people away on purpose? Now that he thought about it, he’d never actually seen Tommy talk to…anyone. Prime, did this kid have friends? He doubted it, if his general approach is the same one he used with Jack. He would have given up with the prince a long time ago if it weren’t for Niki and the fact that a royal job pays well.
“Jack?” Niki said, snapping him out of this thoughts. “Sorry, sorry Niki, I’m just…I’m just tired.” “I can only imagine,” Niki laughed, elbowing Jack in the arm, “you’ve got to be exhausted if you were out gardening with Tommy all day.” And oh, Jack hadn’t thought of this part: he’d have to continually lie to his best friend for this plan to work. Fuck his life. “Yeah, yeah, ha..takes a lot outta ya.” He laughed uncomfortably, though Niki didn’t seem to notice. “Well, you’re almost home and I’ve got to get reports in from the soldiers in my unit. I’ll talk to you later Jack! Good night!” She gave him a quick side hug before turning back towards the castle, leaving Jack alone in his thoughts.
Ok, so new notes for the day: the prince is…tolerant of him. Dare he say kind of likes him. He’s kind of still reeling from the realization that Tommy may just be acting out due to daddy issues and loneliness. The king likely knows they’re full of shit and just doesn’t care, Niki trusts him and he’s going to have to break that trust and lie to her because the prince is a secretive prick, and, oh yeah, the king might be a fucking bigot. Great.
Fuck.
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glitterly-chann · 5 months
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Running off
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Chapter 1
At the edge of the Province, Two 8-year-old boys were playing while a Piglin hybrid sat on a tree close by.
Technoblade was reading a book under a large tree. He was trying to ignore the laughter and uproar from the kids he was supposed to be watching. He was growing impatient. ' When was Wil getting back?' He thought. He needed to occupy these obnoxious kids before his ears fell off. "Tommy! Tubbo!" Techno Called "What?!" Tommy yelled in response. Techno gave Him a glare. Then both boys ran over hastily to the tree where techno sat legs crossed. " You both are being quite noisy… Why don't you go play elsewhere? " Techno said, pointing generally. He happened to be pointing towards a flower bed at the edge of the dark oak forest. Tommy pouted, giving his brother a soured look, then felt Tubbo eagerly pulling his hand.
Tubbo was thrilled. Delia cyanus, a flower that grows solely in the forest. A flower engraved in his memories. He wanted to have one for himself and there was one right there. "Tommy, look!" Tubbo said, gripping on Tommy's wrist. He pointed towards the middle of this large patch of grass, where an unusually large blue flower was surrounded by other smaller flowers that grew around it. The sapphire-coloured petals were heavy enough to make the entire plant slightly lean to one side. Tubbo looked upon the flower and he was mesmerised. He crouches to touch the flower, right as his finger skimmed the edge petal Tommy ripped it out of the ground, bringing soil and roots along with it. Tommy held the flower with both hands, a big grin spread across his face. The entire plant itself was half the size of his head. They both looked at the flower as it seemed to glimmer in the sunshine. "What is it?" Tommy asked, pulling Tubbo out of his trance. " Well," Tubbo began, "Phil always says never go near the dark oak forest but This… this is the flower. I was in a field of these flowers when Phil found me that day." Tubbo's eyes were starting to tear. Tommy was unsure of what to do. He wanted to help his best friend, even if it meant he broke his dad's rules. It's not like he didn't already break the rules before. Tommy glanced behind him to see if his big brother was paying attention. Instead saw the Piglin deep in his book. " Tubbo! I have a great idea. Why don't we go look for more flowers, so you could make a flower crown? you love making those!" Tubbo looked at Tommy with excitement. "Really?!" He says beaming with joy. " Yeah! Techno didn't say we couldn’t go exploring. He just told us we were too loud." Now thinking about it, he's never been in the forest before. His dad said he can go with him when he's older. But Tommy is a big man! He could handle himself, right? Tommy clenched the flower in his fist, holding it by its stem. "Thanks, Tommy,You're a great friend" tubbo said before pulling Tom into a hug. "No problem, King." Tommy replied, wrapping his free hand around Tubbo returning the hug.
Techno looks up from his book to see Tubbo and Tommy talking with a flower in their possession. 'oh' he thought, then they both began to hug. 'Ew' the teen thought before resuming his book.
After The silence of a minute-long hug they set off into the trees and vines. They told themselves that they would stay close to the opening from which they came and to hold hands the entire time as protection. While they were walking Tubbo kept getting distracted by the birds and the bees that flew by. Still, Tommy was determined to find more flowers that looked like the one clenched in his fist. Or at least try to. There are many interesting plants in animals, neither of them seen before. The trees were at least 20 meters tall with vine and moss growing on the bark.
"Look!" Tommy said pointing to a pig sleeping next to an azalea tree. The tree had lighter coloured leaves than the other trees also there was a crow perched on the lowest branch. "Hey look, it's techno!" Tommy said jokingly. Tubbo laughed and pointed at the crow, " And see! See look, Philza too!" The pair giggled.
 Tubbo noticed as the two kept searching for more flowers, Tommy's leading got more and more questionable, taking them to dead ends and winding roads. That's when the two of them noticed they couldn't see the way they came anymore. "Are we lost?" Tubbo questioned feeling distressed. " Like are you sure you know where we're going?
"Of course I do!" Tommy lied " The flowers are this way come on." Then they pass an azalea tree, with a young pig eating the grass. " Tommy, I think that's the same tree from like hours ago."
"Hours ago? Ha! Even if it is the pig from before it hasn't been…" Tommy then looked up. The sun was setting? But it was just 2 o'clock when they left.
 Tubbo crossed his arms pouting. " I'm staying here until Phil comes to find us!"
" No! Tubbo! Then we'll get in trouble! Also, the flowers are just over this way. Let's go man!"
" Tommy just admit it! we are lost and no one knows where we are, Wil is going to be worried and Phil will ground us for life! A. . .and it's all your fault!"
"What do you mean?! I..I was doing this for you! You're being fucking ungrateful!"
"I didn't want to get lost in the woods! Let's wait for your dad."
"I was helping you! And how do you know he's going to find us? My dad's an idiot! Hell, he might not know we are gone!" Tubbo started to cry "Well.. well….well if you want to go find flowers *Sniff* then go find em yourself!" "I will bitch! And you know why? It's cause I'm the big man! ME!" Tommy said before turning his back with his face bright red. Tommy took one more look at Tubbo before running off.
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2-sleepy-for-this · 1 year
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Something to remember pt.1
alrighty! Finally getting somewhere with my aus! This is one of my favorites and I can’t wait to write more for this, I’ve got a lot planned >:)
this is the first of hopefully many parts so feel free to ask questions! I love getting messages :)
Okokok here it is, the meeting
tw: memory loss, talk of injury, slight fear, confusion
word count ~ 1.7k
It felt like just yesterday when Ranboo went off to college, leaving his childhood home behind and starting a new life for himself. Now, this was what most people did, transitioning into adulthood, and something they also did was reminisce about their old memories. That was something Ranboo couldn’t do. 
Don’t get them wrong, reminiscing sounds great and all, but, well, he just couldn’t remember most of his childhood. The things from that time they remember are blurred and skewed, nothing like how they really happened.
This has been Ranboo’s mind for years and he’d gotten used to it by now. From what he can tell, they’d never had many friends or interesting stories to remember, just a plain life. 
Well, except for his little accident a few years back, that is. He’d had a bad accident that not only does he not remember, but apparently no one else was there to tell them what happened either. To this day, his parents say it was a miracle he was found before it was too late.
That mysterious day was the reason for their bad memory now and since that day, his life had been just as uneventful as before the injury. That’s what his parents tell them, anyway.
But now, his first year of college was over and he’s headed back to his parents' house to visit for a few weeks before their classes start back up.
That’s where he is now, taking a bus to the home they’ve lived in all their life. The bus ride itself wasn’t too bad, only a few hours, but he was still starting to get motion sickness by the end of it. He didn’t have to worry about that though. Once they stepped out onto the solid concrete, their nausea subsided.
Ranboo stared up at his old home. It was the exact way they remembered it, or maybe it wasn’t. He didn’t know.
He walked past the tree carved with years of bored summer days and stepped onto the shaded porch. Ringing the bell, he heard footsteps on the inside, followed by the door opening to reveal his parents. 
The two adults looked not much older than Ranboo themself, he was adopted at 14 by his parents, who were both around 20 at the time. His mom, a sweet lady with glasses and a love of baking, Niki, held her arms open for them. Ranboo took the silent invitation for the hug, although it looked a little awkward from the height difference. As he pulled away, his papa, another short woman with a fiery personality, puffy, gave them a pat on the back. 
“Welcome home ran,”
It had been a while since he last saw them. They still talked frequently, but he hadn’t actually come to visit since the school year began.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Come on in and put your bags in your room. We’ve got a lot of movie nights to catch up on. "
Ranboo made their way up to his old room, looking at the pictures hanging on the walls. They took a moment to stand in front of their door. The last time he was really here was while he was recovering from his injuries, right after he was confirmed healed by their doctor. They left for college, not wanting to fall behind in their education.
He opened the door and walked inside, closing it behind him. The inside of their room was relatively bland. They had a few posters and a desk that looked slightly dusty. Although for as long as he could remember, he’d always had a thing for collecting. Nothing too interesting, they just like shiny things, a few cool looking rocks, maybe some dried flowers and a few acorns. 
His collection sat on his desk and looked pretty impressive for something untouched for so long. But some items looked newer than others. Maybe his parents had added things for him? 
Movement caught in the corner of their eye, and they turned. Everything was still the exact same. He’d probably imagined it. Ranboo never really liked bugs being in his space, so hopefully leaving his room unattended for so long didn’t invite any pests.
They looked uneasily at the floor near his bed, debating on checking for any vermin. Before they could make up their mind he heard his name called by their mom.
Moving his bags a little farther back on the bed to hopefully keep anything from getting in them, he left back out the door and down the stairs to their living room. 
Their parents seemed to be waiting for them with fresh baked pastries and blankets.
“We thought since it’s been a while we could have a movie night tonight. I made your favorite desserts.”
His mom smiled at him, still as genuine as ever before his papa puffy spoke up.
“Pretty sure it was your turn to pick the movie anyway, so you're stuck here. Might as well tell us your demands, grab a pastry and get comfy. "
Ranboo laughed. They missed this so much.
“Alright, alright, gimme the remote. "
They sat down and caught the remote that was thrown with minimal fumbling. It took a long time to get the movie started. A mix of searching for a good film and commentary from both his parents made picking the first movie next to impossible. 
Finally, they were able to start the night off with no further hitches and got comfortable, dessert in hand.
Movie after movie played on the screen, flowing much better than choosing the first film. The first family activity Ranboo was a part of in months was filled with conversation and laughter as well. When they first started watching, it was only around 3 in the afternoon, but by the time the last movie of the night ended, it was well into the night.
Ranboo stretched, joints cracking, and sat up from the laying position he took during the first movie. The food was long gone, and the remote was lost somewhere in the field of blankets on top of the small family.
He hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time, always stressed for one reason or another. This visit though, was going to be just what they need, no stress, no work, just relaxation and family time.
Saying goodnight to their parents, they went back up the stairs and down the hall. Just like a few hours prior, they stopped at their door, took a breath, opened it, and walked in. 
Nothing seemed different. Their bags stayed untouched, sitting near the wall their bed was pushed against. Ranboo stayed put and looked around once more, not quite crossing the threshold of his doorway. 
It was so strange being back here after spending so much time away, like they were a guest staying in their own room, not sure what they were allowed to touch. But he knew he could do what he wanted. It was still their room, after all. Maybe within these next few weeks they could decorate a little more, make the room feel like theirs again.
Finally, Ranboo stepped inside and closed the door behind them. He was too tired to change or get unpacked, so he just moved the bags to their desk chair, turned off the light and laid down. They’d save the work for future Ranboo’s problem. It didn’t take very long to drift off to sleep. Within minutes, they were out and dreaming peacefully.
The sun was shining over the grassy field behind their house. There was familiar laugher in the air, but where was it coming from? The grass felt so soft under their hands as they sat looking at the flowers. So peaceful. 
“Ranboo!”
That voice. He remembers that voice, but he doesn’t know who’s it is. They start looking around, they can’t find anyone else around. 
“Look at this one, boss man!”
That one sounds familiar too, but nothing changed. Where are the voices coming from? He had to find them. He stood up, still looking around the empty field. 
He had to find them.
All at once, Ranboo was brought from the dreamlands field to their bedroom. His sudden awareness of the dream must have excited his mind enough to force him into consciousness. It wasn’t the first time this happened to them. They often had dreams like that, mostly in different settings, but those two voices always stayed the same.
He had to find them.
In his half-asleep state, he kept his eyes closed, determined not to lose any more sleep over odd dreams. The darkness of his room was quiet as they started slipping back into a now dreamless sleep.
“Get your ass back here, Tubbo!”
That voice. It was much quieter than it usually was in these dreams, nothing more than a whisper. If he wasn’t so good at picking up small noises, he would have missed it completely.
He had to find them.
Ranboo cracked his eyes open, looking around his darkened room from where he laid. Weird, usually their dreams settings weren’t in their room and they weren’t ever this dark. It was like he wasn’t asleep at all.
“Calm down, I know what I’m doing toms,”
He had to be asleep. The voices were here, just like they always were.
He had to find them.
Ranboo sat up quickly, looking around the space for the two phantoms from his dreams. He’d never actually gotten close to seeing them, but he had to try. 
There was a small squeak from his bedside table, not a sound a rodent would make, more of a startled person sound. Their eyes snapped to the table, locking onto the two small figures immediately.
He had to find them.
Without thinking, he lunged, grabbing the small things, one in each fist. They squirmed and hit at his hands, yelling all the while, but Ranboo couldn’t feel it. The only thing Ranboo was focused on was that he had done it. These two..things were what he heard every night in his dreams for years. 
Though, it’s strange they haven’t woken up yet. Come to think of it…did they remember falling back to sleep at all? It all seemed so real…
Wait. This felt too real. He wasn’t asleep. 
They looked down at the figures in their grip once more. He wasn’t asleep.
He had found them.
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hope you enjoyed! The next part of this is already being worked on
no set time rn unfortunately but I’ll get it out asap :)
make sure to eat a snack, drink something and get good sleep 💙
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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.
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Ranboo walked over to his desk and opened the drawer that held his art supplies and writing utensils. 
"What are you doing?" Tubbo called from behind him. The bi-haired teen sighed in response. 
"I'm going to get you down." he stated as he pulled out a pair of safety scissors.
"I told you I can get down myself!" the brunet fumed. 
"Well you're taking too long…" Ranboo replied as he walked back over to where Tubbo was dangling, pair of scissors in hand. He didn’t miss how the brunet seemed to tense up, his gaze flickering nervously between Ranboo’s face and the scissors in his hand. 
“What part of ‘I can get down myself’ do you not get??” Tubbo demanded. The bi-haired teen rolled his eyes in response before carefully cupping his left hand around the little ‘human’.  It felt so weird- to hold an entire person in one hand, unnerving almost. Tubbo felt so light- and… fragile, like he might just snap in half at any given moment. That would not be very good.
His anxiety was starting to seep into his mind, whispering to him all the things that could go wrong. Suddenly Ranboo was nervous to be near his friend.
One wrong move and-   
A sharp prick at the base of his thumb brought him back to reality. He let out a pained wince and brought his thumb to his mouth.
"What was that for?? I'm just trying to help!
"And I told you I don't want your help." Tubbo stated, matter o’ factly as he brandished what looked like… a miniature knife? Who thought it was a good idea to give Tubbo of all people a knife?!   
"You didn't have to stab me!" 
"Oh stop being such a baby. You're fine."  Ranboo made a grumbling noise before promptly plucking the knife from Tubbo's grasp. 
"H-hey!" 
"You can have it back in a minute, jeez." he said as he pocketed the knife. 
"No- give it back n-now!" the brunet demanded and Ranboo rolled his eyes. He carefully cut the string and started trying to untangle it from Tubbo's legs, only for him to slap Ranboo's fingers away- er, tried to. The bi-haired teen frowned.
"Why are you being so stubborn?" he asked, pulling his other hand away. 
"I'm not s-stubborn! I just don't need your help and you i-insist on giving it to me anyway!" Tubbo yelled as he easily untangled the rope. 
"Well I-"     
"And! Your fingers are too big anyway!"  Ranboo's frown deepened. 
"Sorry…" he pulled the knife out of his pocket again and handed it to Tubbo. The brunet quickly snatched it back, giving him a glare. 
"You better be- you wrecked my rope!" he fumed, motioning to the string still hanging from the light. 
"Uhhh… do you want me to get it down for you or-"  Tubbo's glare darkened.
"...Why are you so against my help?" he held the brunet up, closer to his face.
"B-because! I can do it myself." Tubbo reiterated for what had to be the fifth time today. Ranboo sighed in response. 
"I know, it's just-" 
"It's just what?! You think I can't do anything because I'm smaller than you?!" the brunet cut him off. Ranboo opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when he noticed something. Tubbo was shaking, trembling even. Something in the back of his mind told him it wasn’t from temperature. His friend was scared. Now that he had a closer look, he could see it in Tubbo's eyes, the thinly masked fear in his otherwise seemingly hostile expression. His body language was completely closed with his arms crossed over his chest, hiding how they shook slightly. Tubbo wasn't being aggressive because he was mad, it was a defense mechanism.
He needed to feel some sense of control in this otherwise terrifying situation.  Ranboo was so worried about how easily he could hurt him, he couldn't even imagine how Tubbo must be feeling. After all… he was already freakishly tall by human standards, he must look like a monster.
He took a deep shaky breath before he started walking over to the desk, nearly missing the quiet 'eep' Tubbo made when he started moving
"I know you don't need help Tubbo. I wasn't trying to say you do." 
"W-well then-" 
"I was just offering my help because I scared you and I want to try and make it up to you..." Ranboo finished before carefully slipping the brunet onto the desktop. Tubbo went quiet, slowly standing up on the desk. His stance relaxed a little, however, he still held his arm, rubbing it awkwardly with the other. The bi-haired teen crouched down so as to not appear so tall. 
"I'm sorry…"
"And… you mean it?"  Ranboo nodded sincerely. 
"Alright… I-I guess I forgive you then." Tubbo stated slowly, avoiding Ranboo’s gaze. The bi-haired teen smiled in response 
"Thanks." 
---
"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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justarandomsloth · 1 year
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Why hello I hear you are requesting fake fic titles. Let me introduce myself, I am the Fake Fic thief, I will steal them if I find motivation.
Going Away (but not forever)
Love is bigger than the Mountains
Let's Show Them
Why yes I AM accepting fake fic titles!
(And if you like them by all means steal them cause I don’t have the motivation to write them-)
Going Away (But Not Forever)
—Tubbo and Ranboo had lived a happy life together. Sure it wasn’t the best and they were always on the run due to their hybrid features. At least it had been happy….up until they had gotten caught.
Tubbo assumed they had been around 14 since they were caught and they had stayed together for about a year and a half.
It didn’t matter now though, Tubbo had escaped and the experiments were finally over. He had found the directions to the second base were Ranboo was being held and he was determined to find him.
They had promised each other before they had been split apart that they would find each other, some way, some how. He didn’t intend to break that promise now.
—Tubbo felt dizzy.
It had been easy enough to find where Ranboo was being kept and he now stood in front of his best friend’s cell.
Even though his eyes were now a deep, glowing purple and he had sharper teeth, there was no mistaking the boy in the cage as Ranboo.
Ranboo, who now also happened to be over 50ft tall…
As the other’s purple eyes snapped over to him and the teen let out a vwoop that Tubbo could feel in his chest…
The brunette could only stare on in terror.
Love is Bigger Than the Mountains
—Techno is a well known giant hunter who was said to be cruel and heartless. Ranboo was surprised when he found out that that wasn’t necessarily the case.
Well… the sizeshifter had no doubts that if Techno knew what he was, he would be dead. The hunter was still good company, even if he was good company to a lie.
And he couldn’t exactly leave. The man was already suspicious and if he just left now…
Ranboo shuddered. For now all he could do was stick with Techno and hope his shifting didn’t betray him.
—Techno knew something was odd about the kid. He had found the boy in the middle of the woods as he was tracking his next giant. The pink-haired man was amazed that he had managed to survive so long and hadn’t been picked up by a giant yet. Techno just chalked it up to dumb luck.
Still….he warned the lanky teen to stay close to him, just in case. He didn't care, not at all, he just…didn’t want the teen to be kidnapped by a bloodthirsty giant. He wasn’t THAT heartless.
—As the days pass by the two find themselves enjoying each other’s company more and more.
Techno teaches Ranboo how to set snares to catch food. The teen in turn shows him which of the giant mushrooms are edible in the forest.
More than once the hunter has had to scare off some of the smaller predators that inhabit the giant forest but it hasn’t been an issue…until now.
—The duo had been walking along when a snarl that shook the ground rang out from behind them. Techno’s stomach filled with dread as turned around and saw the giant panther.
It’s velvety dark coat rippled as he jumped down silently from a tree. They were said to be extinct but this one obviously wasn’t.
The hunter was barely twice the size of a mouse compared to the large cat, and he knew this was a fight he couldn’t win.
Techno heard a gasp behind him. Well...he could at least provide a chance to escape.
“Ranboo, when I say go, run as fast as you can in the opposite direction and don’t look back.”
He kept his eyes firmly on the beast but he could barely see Ranboo nodding, a grim look of determination on his face.
He took a deep breath and carefully drew his sword, making sure that all of the feline’s attention was on him.
Techno raised his weapon, shouted “Go!”, and began charging towards the panther. As the cat ran forward to meet him he braced himself to feel sharp claws tear across his body.
But they never did.
Techno opened to eyes to see that the feline had been flung against a tree, and now stood growling at a giant Ranboo. The hunter heard as the sizeshifter growled back, an inhumane sound that tore itself from the boys throat.
The panther leaped and dragged its claws down Ranboo’s arm before he threw it again, this time harder.
The black cat shakily stood up band limped away, defeated.
Techno felt his heart stop as a set of massive eyes locked onto his movement. He wasn’t easily surprised but this was….something he hadn’t expected.
The hunter met the giants gaze and he feebly raised his sword.
Let’s Show Them
—Tommy had just wanted to prove that he COULD be helpful and do things in his own, that was all.
That’s why one morning he woke up early and made his way to the kitchen, determined to make break.
Was it easier to just have one of the humans make breakfast, sure. But was Tommy going to use common sense and logic?? Absolutely not!
He had actually managed to get all of the ingredients out! But then tragedy struck.
The tiny had slipped on some spilled water and had fallen right into the sink! Now all he could do was wait.
—When Wilbur had found him, asleep in then sink the first thing he did was gently carry him upstairs and put him to bed. (After snapping a picture of course.)
He was nice enough that when Tommy woke up late the didn’t mention his little mishap in the sink.
Besides, Tommy will see the picture in the photo album soon enough.
(I’m sorry I didn’t have a lot for the last one—)
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beeg-glitterly · 4 months
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Running off
First | Last | coming 🔜
Chapter 2
Tubbo sat in the dark hugging the pig grimacing. He thought if he just waited long enough Tommy would just come back and admit he was wrong or say he was sorry at least. “When is he coming back?” Tubbo muttered, eyes still glossy. It must have been half an hour or so, since Tommy left. The silence of night grew, it might as well have consumed Tubbo, The dark made him only focus on his already fearful thoughts. He regretted yelling at Tommy and basically telling him to go away. Tubbo was grateful Tommy cared so much, but tHey should have never gone into the forest. Never should have let Tommy leave him. Now, what if He was stuck there forever? What if Phil never found them? What if a monster ate him and no one cared that he was gone? Just like his dad putting him in a box in the forest When he was young. Tubbo hadn't realised tears were now flowing down his face. He wished that someone would come to his rescue.
Suddenly, behind him was a large rumble. He could feel it was several feet away from him but still, the loud noise gave Tubbo the chills. The pig that he held was now frantically trotting away and squealing. Ten he heard large heavy footsteps approaching. He was unsure what it was, but nonetheless it was coming. He shut his eyes tight in hopes of making whatever it was disappear. Or for Phil being there to hug him. The rumbles came to a halt before Tubbo opened his eyes. In front of him was nothing and no one. He let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. ‘Maybe it passed me? Or maybe it wasn’t coming for me at all?’ Tubbo sighs with relief ‘Wait… oh no, Tommy what if the thing is after Tommy? He’s all alone!’ Tubbo stood up and was still wiping tears off his face, that's when he looked up. Tubbo was In shock. Above him, stood a shadowy figure with one glowing red eye. Tubbo tried to run, but his legs shook, wobbling, making him off balance. Tubbo tried to scream but to no avail. A warm meat smelling breeze blew directly on him. Seconds later everything fell to black, the last thing he could remember was the pain of him hitting his head and a large white hand hovering above him.
When Tubbo woke up he wasn't sure what to expect. He remembered everything from before he passed out. It must have been the shock that made him pass out. Or is he already dead? Maybe he died to that beast? Perhaps he's in his bed and it was just a nightmare? Tubbo was too scared of what was to come, too afraid to even open his eyes. He gripped onto the cloth he was lying on. He bit his lip holding in the tears. Wait! Cloth? Tubbo was sure he was just in the forest. Was it a dream entirely? Was he just laying in his bed after a nightmare, and Tommy was going to be okay? He was going to be okay?!
Tubbo opened his eyes. He didn't expect to be laying on a grey tarp in a cave. A cave filled with moss, plants and flowers growing on the wall. There's a cliff-like area that was inside the cave that tubbo and the soft cloth were on. As tubbo fixed himself to sit up, an odd pile of enormous tree logs held with dirt and mud caught his attention. Almost looks like it was placed there on purpose; no normal person could carry such large pieces of wood by themselves, and there was no indication that multiple people live there. Beyond the hodgepodge, was the opening of the cave. The cave was Aligned with the tall dark oak tree line, it was so far away from where tubbo sat. In front of the entrance trees were manually cleared, but the stumps looked as if they were clawed at instead of cut with a saw. In the corner of Tubbos eye was a pile three times his size of soft material just like the large tarp he lay on. That's when tubbo realised that he wasn't safe. He wasn’t saved from the monster like he thought he was. Tubbo was in the beasts' den.
Tubbo inhaled sharply. This was just too much for him. He looks to the cave’s opening "A way out?" Tubbo thought, but in the corner of the cave's entrance, he saw a tall humanoid creature walking into view. One side of its fur was white while the other was black, the whites in his eyes were replaced with bright colours, one eye green, the other one eye red, two stubby horns sticking out of a mess of black hair, and claws that could kill a little 8-year-old boy like him real easy.
Tubbo's body started to move on its own, slowly backing away from the beast and trembling in fear. Tubbo started yelling nonsense at the beast as it stepped closer. Tears rolled down his face as terror consumed him. Tubbo was having a panic attack. His heartbeat became louder and louder, his vision got blurry and it was getting harder to breathe. He didn't want to die. He just wanted to go home to his bed, to his best friend, to his family! "Shhhhhh~'' There in front of him was a giant sharp tooth monster. But instead of eating him, the beast was sushing him? "I..It Okay." It said trying to soothe tubbo. Then the giant's white hand came up to tubbo. Tubbo put his hands up defensively. One of its fingers tossed aside Tubbo's hands with ease. Tubbo braced himself for the worst, instead, the colossal fingers gently wiped away his tears. Tubbo blinked then looked up in confusion. He saw a worried expression shown on the beast's features, no trace of malice.
" You aren't Going to hurt me?" Tubbo asked sniffling
"No No.. I is a friend" It said, wiping away Tubbo's tears. It then pulled its hand away swiftly like it got hurt. What could possibly hurt that? Wait, is that smoke coming from its hand? Tubbo almost felt bad for the creature
"Are you alright?” Tubbo questioned nervously.
The beast showed its hand to tubbo, palm facing up. A clawed White hand with what looked like burns where it wiped Tubb's tears. “ Did I hurt you ?“ Tubbo looked into the monster's bicoloured eyes, it looked embarrassed. “ Water stings. Water on face hurts you, I take hurt away.” Tubbo grinned. While the thing was completely wrong about tubbo feeling pain through his tears. This giant was surprisingly very considerate. Tubbo noticed the creature looked innocent child-like, Talking in broken English with an accent Tubbo recognised was partially a nether accent and something else. The monster was less monstrous when they were at eye level.
Tubbo hesitantly stepped closer to its hand. Closer and closer until he was able to place his hand on the smoking finger which was significantly bigger than his. Wow was it big, And it could grab him at any mo- No dont think of that right now focus. One hand on his heart, other on the finger, tubbo took a deep breath focusing his energy on the burns. Tubbo could feel his energy transfer as his eyes glowed yellow. When tubbo could see again he felt lightheaded. Tubbo never did that for anyone except for Tommy, and even with Tommy's wounds the person he was healing was never this big. “Hey You ok?” Tubbo nods absentmindedly in response. “ How I thank you?” “well.. Um, could I go home?” “oh Yes! course you go home. I take you.” It said with a grin.
The beast outstretched it's now healed hand and at first tubbo was hesitant, stepping back. Tubbo sighs swallowing his fear and burying it deep in himself. Tubbo slowly climbed onto the hand that was twice his own height. What was he doing? He let himself be lifted into the air by this ginormous THING, didn’t even know what it was, where it came from or “Whats your name?” Tubbo questioned craning his neck up to meet their eyes. It was deep in thought for a second before finally answering, “Names Ranboo” “well my name is Tubbo.” Tubbo stated nervously. Even though tubbo instincts told him not to trust something that responds with a sharp toothed grin, he smiled back suppressing the fear. The beast- I mean Ranaboo wasn’t all that scary. They two of them even seemed close in age. Maybe one day they could even become friends.
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bugflies00 · 8 months
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TUBBO JUST HIT HIM WITH THE ‘its not you, its me’
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beansthough · 2 years
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-They are friends :’)
Anyways I drew Ranboo and Tubbo from @x-pair-o-dice-x’s By Nature au! I love it so much and can’t wait for the fic!
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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year
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accidentally connected my phone to the tv like last week SO
au where borrowers ranboo, tommy and tubbo find an old phone outside and take it in, then accidentally start recording. then accidentally share the video (that they eventually managed to stop after quite some time) to the humans' (wilbur & techno) tv. techno, who's romcom had been interrupted by the shared media, calls wilbur into the room, where they both end up binging the entire twenty minutes of the borrowers panicking to turn it off. the twins don't exactly register what had happened until it was over.
meanwhile, tubbo presented the idea of creating a story/documentary that they can make with this phone and bury it for someone to find eventually (they don't know how phones work)
the accidental screenshares happen every single time one of them tries to record because not being able to read can easily press a button that they don't know the consequences of.
and uhh i guess it becomes like a daily routine for benchtrio to record and a nightly occurance for twinsduo to fall asleep watching the newest "episode"
,,, thoughts,, ?? :D
(some more stuff!)
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Intergalactic Abductees: Tubbo (3)
Tubbo (1) Tubbo (2) Tommy (1) Tommy (2)
(You can read Tommy or Tubbo in either order)
Word Count: 1,341
TW's: Unintentional Fearplay, Violence, Injury, Mentions of Abduction, Mentions Of Past Abuse, Fear of Death, Syringes and Drugging
Characters: C!Ranboo, C!Tubbo, C!Philza, C!Tommy (Mentioned)
Summary: Tubbo was certain he was a goner. But he's alive. Unfortunately, his living status is put in jeopardy.
Agonizing pain shot through Tubbo's side like someone taking a drill bit to his ribs. He cringed and made a move to stand only to feel a warm pressure lightly pinning his to the frigid surface beneath him. Someone cooed words of nonsense from far away until sleep claimed him once more.
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The first thing Tubbo saw when he opened his eyes was a needle larger than his whole person. He sucked in a sharp breath. Adrenaline puppeteered his body, sending him rocketing backwards. He leapt to his feet, doing his best to ignore the sharp pains in his body begging him to do otherwise.
The alien in possession of the syringe muttered something that-to no one's surprise-Tubbo didn't understand. He cried out pitifully as they made a swipe for him, their fingers snagging on nothing but air.
His legs moved faster than his mind, carrying him far away in the other direction. He clambered up cabinet drawer handles mounted on the wall like rungs of a ladder. His every muscle screamed in agony but he didn't stop until he was at the very top of the chest of drawers.
The alien stared at me from a helpless distance below. His golden wings twitched behind him, face scrunched up in an unreadable expression. Tubbo struggled to catch his breath, raking his fingers through his hair in an attempt to shake some clarity into his mind.
Where was he? Who was this? His brain was jumbled beyond repair.
They were trying to kill him. He knew they were trying to kill him. He detested needles at the best of times. This whole situation was something straight out of a nightmare.
He sniffled, trying to catch tears before they fell yet failing miserably. The alien's shoulders slumped. Blonde eyebrows furrowed in what almost looked like concern. No. Tubbo was certain he was just disappointed at finding out his little test subject was evading him.
"Ranboo!" the winged alien called over his shoulder.
Ranboo?
He appeared in a blink. The lanky, dual-colored being had to duck just to fit through the doorway. His eyes scanned the room a moment before landing on Tubbo. Panic overtook his slender face. He looked different. Fluffier. Cleaner. Completely free of the navy blue splatters that once decorated his fur.
Ranboo said something to the winged creature who held the syringe a little higher as he replied. Tubbo pressed himself flatter against the cream colored wall at the very sight of the thing. The needle was placed back onto the table immediately. The winged alien held his empty hands up placatingly.
Ranboo's tail swished uneasily on the floor behind him.
"Tubbo," he whined, holding his hands up towards the little human.
On any other day, Tubbo would've run to him. But not that day. All he could think about was being grabbed. Stuck with another syringe. Drugged for weeks at a time and waking up in strange place with a giant alien sitting in the corner with fangs and talons and antlers. He shook his head as he collapsed down onto the top of the cabinet, hugging his knees close to his chest.
Tubbo screwed his eyes shut tight. Why was he trying to kill him? He'd been duped. Stupid enough to believe that they were friends. No. What they had was the product of a temporary, symbiotic relationship. He'd been there to keep Ranboo sane. Now that he was free he had no use for Tubbo. That didn't make much sense but neither did waking up to a needle in his face.
He only opened his eyes at the sound of movement to find the blonde alien was gone. Ranboo was perched on the table Tubbo had just been laying on. His solemn gaze was locked on the small human. His were clapsed together in his lap as he murmured those soft words Tubbo couldn't even begin to comprehend.
He canted his head curiously. Tubbo let out a shaky sigh.
"The...the needle. It's like the ones they have," he stuttered. He pressed his index fingers to either side of his head to mimic horns before pointing at the abandoned syringe on the table.
Ranboo cast a glance over his shoulder before vehemently shaking his head.
"Good," he tried. He pointed at the needle. "Good."
"Bad," Tubbo replied simply.
Ranboo shook his head again. And then they were playing charades again. Outside the occasional "yes", "no", "sorry", "thank you", that's the only way they ever seemed to communicate. The gestures he was throwing out were wild.
Sleeping?
Thinking?
Talking?
Hearing?
Tubbo couldn't blame him. They probably didn't have good mimes in space for him to take after. Or maybe he was brilliant at charades and Tubbo's foggy mind simply could piece together the alien's intent.
"I don't have time to die right now, Ranboo!" he exclaimed in frustration. He sliced a thumb through the air in front of his throat for emphasis. "I have to find Tommy!"
Ranboo shook his head for the umpteenth time.
"No, no, no," he insisted. His hands were pressed together in a prayer position beside his head. Sleep? Oh, great. It wasn't poison. It was just another sedative. He'd said that like it was meant to make Tubbo feel any more at ease.
Tubbo slowly pushed himself up onto his feet with every intention of chewing out the giant alien further. He stepped to the edge of the drawers. A sudden burst of pain shot through his ribs. He let out a strangled grunt, doubling over in pain.
Straight off the edge.
His stomach dropped into his feet as he plummeted. A million thoughts ran through his head. Of Earth, of home, of Tommy. None of them lingering for more than a millisecond. He braced himself for the impact of his body splattering against the tile floor below.
But none ever came.
Instead, he landed on a soft, warm surface. He shook off the dizziness to the best of his abilities, vision slowly focusing on the heterochromatic alien towering over him.
Oh.
He cowered away from the creature. Any attempts to escape was blocked by the fingers curled around him ever so slightly. So many times, he'd found himself cradled in the same manner. He'd been nervous every now and again but there was never a moment where he was as terrified as he was right then.
There was nothing stopping Ranboo's fingers from seizing him, holding him down, and sticking him with that needle. He was raised high. Towards the creature's face. Towards the creature's mouth. He clenched every muscle so hard that he could feel them all cramping in knots.
He didn't know what he was expecting. Teeth, probably. That matching set of fangs mounted to his jaws he'd seen time and time again between grins and ravenously consumed meals. If not the teeth grinding him to mush then at least he expected the claws to skewer him.
Nothing happened.
Well, something did. It felt like sitting in one of those five dollar massage chairs in the mall. Vibrations wracked through his entire body. Ranboo's face was nuzzled softly against his chest. Tubbo couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips. The sensation was so oddly familiar at that point. Ranboo purred like a giant cat, pupils dilated to full circles as opposed to their resting slitted shape.
Right. This was Ranboo. He'd saved Tubbo's bacon more times than he could count. This was his friend. His friend wouldn't hurt him. He felt a little silly knowing that it took a twenty foot fall to remind him of that. Ranboo shifted the tiny creature around his grip, swiping a stray tear from the boy's cheek.
There was a faint sizzle of water against his thumb. He either didn't notice or didn't care. Tubbo wiped the remaining salty trails onto his sleeve. Ranboo said something that Tubbo didn't need to understand to comprehend.
"Alright, big man," he mumbled sheepishly, pressing a careful hand to the great creature's nose. "I love ya too."
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Hello, I’m Marmo! I did adjust my prompts for this to suit the idea and inspirations I wanted, but hopefully this is still to your liking, @lorie-the-little-ghost. G/T MCYT Secret Santa 2022 entry!
Warnings: None, this is vore-free and deals with minigiants and humans. Positive relationships all around. Word count is just slightly over 2,000 words, by a few dozen. 
I have a breakdown of my process for writing this here
The town of Snowchester was visibly well-equipped to handle the heavy winter snow. Instead of the banks being shoved to the side, out of the way, the snow had been packed into bricks and piled up along the walls of houses, which Niki explained helped keep the heat in. There were people on the roofs, shoving several feet of snow off, and children were running around the street, swarmed in heavy clothing to keep them cozy.
The streets had been cleared of snow, and were covered with ice instead, smooth and clean. Nobody seemed to have much trouble on it, sliding across the slick ground, some of them diving to glide along their bellies in some kind of competition to see who could get the farthest.
“Dream!”
That was a name that Ranboo couldn’t recall hearing, and he drew his attention away from a young kid trying to lift a snowball that reached his knees, focusing instead on whatever Niki had called out to. It turned out to be a man, dressed in a long coat, scarves wrapped around his face, leaving just his eyes exposed. He was mounted on a horse who was dressed much the same, keeping the animal warm.
“Niki!” The man called, the horse coming to a stop beside the giant. Dream, as Ranboo assumed, even while mounted, did not reach Niki’s shoulders, but they shook hands anyway, and Niki cooed over the horse, Spirit. “I don’t know your friend, who are they?”
“This is Ranboo,” Niki introduced, gesturing towards the shorter giant. “Ranboo, this is Dream, Techno’s hunting partner.”
“At least when the snow isn’t above my head,” Dream laughed, patting Spirit’s neck. “Spirit’s tough, but even they can’t make it through ten feet of snow.”
“We’re here for some supplies,” Niki told Dream, upon him asking. “We’re out of yarn and cloth, need some seasonings as well.”
“Well, Sam’s moved shop since you were here last,” Dream said, holding Spirit’s reins in one hand, and turning them around, giving them a nudge. They began to walk, and both Niki and Ranboo followed. “Finally got fed up with not having enough space. I’ll show you his new place.”
Niki and Dream conversed as they moved through the town, Ranboo doing his best to watch where he was walking. Dogs and cats in little boots and coats and hats were running around as much as children and teenagers and adults were. There was a large dog who was dragging along a pair of small children on a sled, like the dog was a horse, the two kids babbling to each other as they went along.
Small ice sculptures filled the street corners, and despite it being early afternoon, there were people rushing about, lighting lanterns and candles and talking about their evening plans. At the very least, Ranboo was glad that they were so aware of his and Niki’s size. He didn’t really want to step on anyone.
“It’s Carnival, this week,” Dream told Niki, and Ranboo focused back in on the conversation, his eyes falling onto Spirit, and the odd trail they left behind them. “You’ll have to stick around until dusk, at least, it’s not like we can’t offer you lodgings for the night.”
“I haven’t been to Carnival in years,” Niki said, and Ranboo realised that the horseshoes that Spirit had must have been built to handle the ice, as they left markings on the surface with every step. No wonder the horse wasn’t bothered by the slick material. “I wish Techno had come now, he loved it last time we visited for the festival.”
“What’s Carnival?” Ranboo asked, stepping up to flank Spirit and Dream, on the other side from Niki. Dream began to explain, telling about how it was a two week festival, celebrating the middle of winter. According to the village calendar and traditions, it was when they celebrated birthdays.
“If you’re born before the summer Festival, then you get older during the Festival,” Dream explained, “But if you’re born before Carnival, that’s when you get to claim another year. So it’s two weeks of birthday celebrations and the halfway point of the year.”
“Oh.” Ranboo didn’t know how old he was. He’d never counted, and he wasn’t sure he could now, anyways. It was one of those things you had to do from the start, he thought, or it didn’t work very well. “That sounds cool?”
“It is–Tommy Innit, Tubbo Underscore, I can see you!”
Dream and Spirit took off, charging towards a pair of teenagers. The horse skidded to a stop, almost running over the two kids, and Dream began to shout at them, loud enough for Ranboo to hear, but not quite loud enough to understand. Niki sighed, and followed, and Ranboo followed her.
“--big man, no worries, we weren’t doing anything–”
“Tommy, give me the rocket.”
“What? No, I don’t see no rocket, mate, Tubbo, do you see a rocket?”
The shorter of the boys, whose face was visible, opened his mouth to speak, but Dream whistled sharply, pointing at him, which shut him up quickly. “Tubbo, you should know better.”
Tubbo hid his face with his mittens. That left the other boy, the one with no hat or hood or scarves, who was bright red in the face, to be Tommy. Tommy continued arguing with Dream, but quickly backed up when the older human jumped off his horse, and began moving towards him.
“There you go!” Tommy yelped, dropping the item he’d been hiding behind his back on the ground. Dream crouched, picking it up, and shoved it in one of his coat pockets. “Haha, haha, uh, no need to tell Philza–”
“I am absolutely telling Philza, and Jordan,” Dream informed him, remounting Spirit. “Why don’t the two of you show Ranboo around? It’s his–their?--first time at Carnival. And I will know if you try and get him to do drugs.”
“Cocaine isn’t a drug!” Tommy protested. “It’s snow!”
“You shouldn’t eat snow, Tommy,” Tubbo pointed out, no longer hiding his face. He had a pair of goggles on, which made his eyes impossible to see through the lenses. “And stop calling it cocaine, that’s something else.”
“You’re boring man–”
Niki, to Ranboo’s silent despair, left him to the mercy of the two humans, Dream leading her off to wherever it was they were going. The two humans argued for a few minutes, shoving each other around, and Ranboo did his best to stay out of the way as they began to throw snow at each other, ending when Tubbo shoved Tommy’s head into one of the snowpiles that had come off a nearby roof.
Leaving Tommy to save himself, Tubbo skipped over–actually skipped, on ice, what the heck–and peered up at Ranboo. “How tall are you, bossman?”
“I–I don’t know.”
“That’s lame. I’m short, but not that short. Do you want to get tire d'érable?”
“I don’t know what that is.”
“Well then, we’re certainly doing it now. Are you any good at mazes, because we have to get through a maze to get tire d'érable.”
Ranboo was not any good at mazes, as he told Tubbo, who shrugged, pulled Tommy out of the snow, and dragged down the street, Ranboo following, wishing he was back at the cabin with Technoblade, and not being escorted around Snowchester by two children–
Wait. Was Ranboo a child?
The maze turned out to be a maze of ice and snow, and Ranboo only had to crouch a little bit to fit inside. The walls, while transparent, warped the imagery behind them, and had patterns of snow frozen into them, making it very frustrating and difficult to cheat, and since there was a roof on the thing, Ranboo couldn’t just peek over the walls. This, as Tubbo declared, was very giant-phobic and human-phobic, and the first half of their attempt to get through the maze, wherein which they came across many people of all sizes, was filled with Tubbo monologuing about discrimination, none of which Ranboo understood.
Occasionally, Tommy would chime in with shouts of curse words and the occasional nonsensical phrase. It was only when they turned a corner to see a young child staring at them, with their escort of an older child covering their own ears, that Tubbo shut up about discrimination, turing instead to educating Ranboo on the art of making crampons. Apparently, Tubbo was a blacksmiths apprentice, and he proudly showed off his crampons to Ranboo.
Crampons, as it turned out, were basically small metal spikes that you put on your shoes to grip the ice. That explained why nobody but Ranboo was having trouble walking about. They all had hacked the system, as Tommy put it. Ranboo asked if there were any in his size, and Tubbo promised to take measurements and make a pair for Ranboo specifically, despite Ranboo’s protests.
“I’m bored, big man,” Tubbo informed him, running a bare hand along the ice wall they were going along. “Need a new project. Only so many bombs can be built in a year, after all.”
Because that wasn’t horrifying at all.
Tommy led the way out of the maze, after what had to be at least an hour, the walls giving way to a view of a pond, covered in ice, figures skating across it, spots of fire lighting up the area. It was a dip in the ground, with all sorts of constructs of ice built around it, market stalls and benches and slides and sculptures.
Tire d'érable turned out to be some kind of candy. The two humans brought Ranboo to one of the market stalls, which had the counter carved out, filled with fresh snow and ice chips. The person running the stall had their jacket off, tied around their waist, leaving them in a long-sleeved shirt and a scarf around their lower face, more like a bandana then anything else. Their hands were bare, despite the lack of sunlight that made the cold all the more apparent, and greeted Tommy and Tubbo by name.
Ranboo, at Tubbo’s insistence, settled on the ground, crossing his ankles. The man, Bad, as he introduced himself, shouted for someone else to get something, as he handed over a few small sticks to Tubbo and Tommy.
“Skeppy will bring over one suited for you,” Bad told Ranboo, as he picked up some kind of metal container that had been hanging over the fire. It had a short spout, like a water pitcher, and faint steam came from under the lid. “Watch the kids, that’s the best way to learn to do it.”
Bad poured the container out over the snow, making a thick line of what turned out to be syrup over the ice and snow. After a few moments, he gave the go-ahead for Tubbo and Tommy, who stuck their sticks into the syrup, and rolled it up onto them, creating some kind of popsicle.
“It’s very sticky,” Tubbo said as he reached out with his tongue. He pulled it back into his mouth, considering the flavour. “So take your gloves off.”
Tommy and Tubbo had both done so, pocketing their mittens. Ranboo hesitantly did the same, as the two humans began to eat. He didn’t have to wait long, another human coming around, also with a coat tied around their waist. The stick they had was larger, but still small compared to Ranboo, but he didn’t mind much, as Bad poured out a generous amount of syrup for him to roll up.
It was indeed sticky. Both warm and cold, as the syrup wrapped around the ice chips. It didn’t melt in his mouth, but it wasn’t freezing or burning, a nice warmth with bits of cold it it. A bit watery when the ice melted on his tongue, but it was yummy for sure.
“That’s really good.” He told Bad, who grinned at him.
“Just put your sticks in a fire once you’re done. One tire a night, remember,” he waved his syrup container at Tubbo and Tommy, “I’ll be watching you two.”
“We’ve never done anything bad, ever,” Tommy declared haughty, using his teeth to scrape off the remains of his treat, and sticking his stick into the fire that Bad was using to keep warm. “C’mon Tubbo, Ranboob, let's go skating.”
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a-xyz-s · 1 year
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Asks for you I have for your super market au.
From the lil snippets and chatting, I have to know.
If Dream views Tinies as pest and sapnap is protective of them, was this always the case or did their views change?
I’m also curious since noms are potentially part of your story, how do they work?!
Love hearing your rambles and sharing your world and I treasure every interactions❤️
First and foremost, thank you for the ask, I appreciate it so much even tho practically nothing but snippets is posted off of it 💜
Second of- let's get to answering these beautiful questions! :D
It definitely wasn't always he case, I will let some things intentionally vague but I'll say that Sapnap used to have a lot worse "ew ugly yucky pest" phase than Dream ever had. That said, Dreams heavily self-centered and closed in personality compared to Sapnap's more brash yet deeply caring and protective one is what set each of them on different paths. Even if Sap is initially repulsed by them- he just can't help but care for them!
Yessss noms are a big part of the story! I've seen various different approaches to safe noms from acid resistant tinies to storage stomachs but I wanted to do something a little different...
Very very basically, giants stomachs only digest food when hungry. Where our stomachs work as practically nonstop furnaces, giants store food in as it's being eaten and only when enough time passes from the last meal and they get hungry do they digest the contents. This allows them to save energy and also digest in very strong quick bursts (usually while asleep).
Everything still travels down to the stomach but when not hungry, this place is safe of any dangerous acids.
Hope that answered your questions mi amiga! Will absolutely be looking forward to seeing you around again ^^
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That Squeezing Feeling
And just like that, it’s finally done! This was for the 2022 MCYT G/T Secret Santa ‘winter wonderland’ and my assignment was 🥁🥁
@deathemo !! :)
I hope you like it! The prompt was: g!naga tommy and surprise tinies are out in the snow, tommy has to carry them and gets some intrustive thoughts, especially about how fragile the tinies and just how easy it would be for him just to squish them. It ends with them comforting tommy and it turns into a big fluf
Tw: intrusive thoughts, squeezing, dehumanization, slight fear (I think that’s it?)
word count: 1.5k
Cold. That was what led to this. Tommy’s tail slithered over the fresh snow as his human family trailed next to him. As a Naga, you’d think he would be freezing right now, with stiff limbs and a slowed heart while he slept in his brumation period. But Tommy wasn’t like most Nagas. As the biggest man alive, he was able to block out the cold with his thick scales and stay nice and warm from his human half.
The snowstorm took them completely by surprise while the misfit family spent a day in a nice field Tommy had found. It was sunny and warm earlier in the day as Tommy basked in the sun, Tubbo convincing Ranboo to join him in climbing Tommy’s tail while Wilbur watched from a few feet away. The weather changed quickly after that and as the clouds rolled in and the wind picked up; they tried leaving to beat the storm home. This didn’t work as planned. Now all of them were stuck walking in the forest as more snow drifted down to taunt them.
“Guys, I’m tired,” Tubbo groaned. “Can you carry me the rest of the way, Toms?”
When Tommy looked over to make a snarky comment about laziness, he was met with the one thing he couldn’t say no to: Tubbo’s puppy eyes at full force. Tommy had to take a stuttering second to collect his thoughts from the sudden look. Tubbo used his puppy eyes occasionally, whenever he wanted something fast, or just to mess with people, but it caught Tommy off guard every time. 
Finally, he gave in with a sigh and scooped up Tubbo with no warning, earning a startled noise.
The four continued on their way through the Forest, one now getting a reluctant, free ride. Eventually, as Tommy was in a deep focus on moving forward, and the small life in his hands that felt so small, so fragile-
There was a sudden weight on his tail, and he stopped. Tommy’s first instinct was to curl around the thing and squeeze. 
But Tommy’s a big man and big men don’t live off of their instincts, not anymore, so he instead turned to look at it. There, sitting like a king on a scaled throne, was his older brother, Wilbur. He let out a sigh of relief, still riled up from the scare.
“Hey, warn a guy next time, why don’t ya,” Tommy scoffed, slightly annoyed, “and get off my tail!”
“If Tubbo gets a free ride, then I’m not walking. "
“…fine”
Tommy gave in. It made sense to just carry all of them, really. He was faster, after all. Besides, even an idiot could see the side eyes Ranboo was giving him, it’d be a lot easier if he just asked to be picked up though.
“What are you waiting for, Ranboo? Get up here,”
With only a small hesitation, Ranboo made his way up, claiming a spot next to Wilbur on Tommy’s red scales. Tommy started hopefully the way they came earlier, now with two more added passengers. But for some reason, that instinct of squeezing something stayed, even after calming down.
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It had been a few minutes of Tommy slithering on the fresh snow when Wilbur and Ranboo moved from his tail to his hands, where Tubbo was sitting. Apparently, his human hands were much warmer than his scaled tail and none of them were dressed right for the cold weather to begin with.
With his friends held gently to his chest, blocking out the cold, the conversation lulled into a comfortable silence, letting their minds wander. Tommy’s mind especially had the tendency to wander far.
Every so often he would get this feeling, a sense of dread. It would only grow as his small family got closer to him. Most of the time it just stayed in the back of his mind, but right now he had nothing but the forest in front of him to concentrate on. 
Tommy could feel the slight shivers of his family against his chest as he tried his best to protect them from the cold. How do they survive anything being this small? He could hold all of them in his hands, no problem, he could do anything to them with ease. 
Suddenly, those instincts were back with one simple thought: squeeze them. 
Tommy felt horrified when he heard that, doing his best to shake the thought out of his head, but it wasn’t working. 
A human is just so so fragile, it wouldn’t take much for it to break.
Them. His family aren’t ‘it’s. What was he thinking? 
But imagine how satisfying it would be, the fear in their eyes. It’s been so long since he saw them like that. Their first meeting was so long ago and since then, they’d gotten used to him quickly.
Just a bit of fear wouldn’t hurt anyone. He’s a naga, he’s made to do a lot worse than scare these little creatures.
“Uh…toms?”
Wilbur’s voice echoed in his ears, snapping him out of his trance. What was happening again? They were going home, right? And he’s holding them- he’s holding them too tight-
Looking down at his family, he could see some uncertainty in their eyes. They would look much more worried if they could read his thoughts. But what he was petrified of was feeling his hold on them loosen as they took a collective gasp of air.
He was squeezing them. He was squeezing them. Not hard enough to hurt or even bruise, but it could have been if he zoned out any longer.
“What’s going on?” Ranboo said, concerned, but Tommy couldn’t miss the edges of fear in his voice. “A-Are you ok Tommy?”
“I.. yea, yea, I-I’m fine. Just tired from having to carry my lazy friends. "
He tried joking to change the subject. It mostly worked, as they gave him a few offended remarks before starting a new conversation. But Tommy couldn’t focus on what was being said. He had almost hurt his family.
He couldn’t help it when he stared at the surrounding snow, breaths coming in short and shaking.
They trust him so much and he wants to scare them..wants to hurt them. 
No, he doesn’t want that. It’s his stupid instincts that want him to throw away all the trust he knows he doesn’t deserve. He’s better than this! 
Looking in the distance, he can see a familiar cave opening and rushes the rest of the way inside, wanting to put the fragile lives in his hands down before something else happens.
“Finally, I thought we’d be stuck out there all night!” 
Tommy tried to laugh at Tubbo’s joke, but it came out forced. He had to get away from them.
He jumped as something cold stroked his scales
squeeze it
No! 
He looked to see Ranboo petting the side of his tail. He looked concerned. He found his other family members had similar expressions. 
“Tommy, you can tell us if something’s bothering you,” Ranboo said. “You know that, right?”
“Yea! We’re family, and that means you can tell us all your secrets. "
“What Tubbo means to say is, we care about you and if something’s wrong, we want to know. "
Wilbur sounded so sincere, they all did. Maybe he was just overreacting. With a sigh, Tommy tried opening up about everything that had happened that night.
“W-well, it’s nothing really, I mean not nothing nothing but also nothing to worry about, I promise. I'm just overreacting… it’s nothing serious but, ..every once in a while I get, uh. I-I getthesethoghtstohurtyouguyseventhoughIwouldntdothatbecauseyourmyfamilyand- “
“Woah, woah, woah calm down toms, it’s alright.” Wilbur tried reassuring, “just breath and try this again, slowly”
“… Sometimes I get thoughts that tell me to hurt you guys. I-I wouldn’t ever do it though! They just show up when I don’t want them to. And sometimes I get these instincts in the back of my mind telling me what to do… they just got really bad. I’m so sorry, please don’t leave. I promise I can learn to stop.”
The three humans on the floor seemed shocked as Tommy rambled. How had they never realized, of course, Tommy would have instincts like this. He’s a naga. Even though they’re close, it’s still ingrained in his head. 
It must be so hard for him to deal with all this alone.
They weren’t gonna let that happen anymore.
It took some time, but eventually, the humans got Tommy to calm down and told him they had no plans of leaving him. Never.
And as the commotion from the inside of the cave grew quiet, if a hiking human were to wander in past the brush hiding the entrance, they would see not a fearsome naga with its helpless victims, but a family held close together with trust.
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ta-da! Hope you all enjoyed and I may start writing more after this ;)
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River, grave, trust
remembered this ask was for a fake fic ask game, gonna do it to get back into the swing of writing >:D!!
It was supposed to be a dare.
He wasn't actually meant to be trapped under the ice.
Yet here Tubbo was, desperately trying to swim against the icy current so he could get back to the hole he'd made in the ice, able to see Tommy's blurred figure running along the top of the ice and trying to find a weak spot to get him out.
...
Everything was starting to go dark. Tommy had run off to find help. Tubbo couldn't feel anything anymore. He was running out of time.
A large pair of hands shot through the ice, wrapping around him and quickly holding him close to whoever they belonged to. He faintly heard someone trying to talk to him, just trying to get closer to the warmth, closing his eyes.
...
Tommy was horrified. He felt terrible. Tubbo- His best friend- was on the brink of death, all because of his stupid dare.
"Tommy."
"Tommy?"
"Tommy!"
He jolted, looking up at Ranboo.
"S-Sorry big man..." He muttered, tensing as the minigiant picked him up to let him be beside Tubbo.
"...Make sure he doesn't die on our way to Phil's. We'll be there soon."
"...okay, big man. i trust you."
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