#wilbur chocolate au

[brick-a-doodle-do]

i know myself so well DVFEWJRS

HERE IT IS!! LAST CHAPTER IN MAIN SERIES! i started this doc on halloween and finished it around fourth of july! good god!

also i forgot to add bht thank you to xyz for help with this chapter !! part of the last scene was completely their idea :D

the egg scene will forever haunt me. i was stuck on that for at least three months.

not quite ready (iii; final)

(i, ii)

words: 4515 (😱😱😱)

cw: vore mention, dehumanization, mentions of depression, descriptions of questioning reality ? idk the word for that :I

—–—

The following morning, Wilbur sits with himself in silence. The apartment was quiet, broken only by the quiet whooshes of cars rushing in the busy streets down below and the occasional hum from the air conditioner. 

By the time the bedroom door that had sat undisturbed for hours creaked open with practiced silence, he didn't know how much time had passed. 

That feeling was familiar. 

He hates to circle back to the very thing he’s so luckily escaped from, but every little thing he did would remind him of it. Wilbur doesn’t know Tommy very well yet, and he can’t say he’s drawn to doing so, but it’s nice to be able to gaze at the chocolate bag without looking at the walls he only saw as one great big endless void.

He can hear Tommy’s weight shift onto the floorboards softly as he makes his way through the apartment. Wilbur tossed to his side, eyes staring at the cloth of the couch. Familiarity washes over him and drowns him. He had spent too long staring at a dark, blank slate. Why does his freedom entail the very same thing?

Wilbur frowns, shifting back up to the ceiling, where Tommy just barely looms over the edge of the couch. A shiver runs through his body at the startle, but ultimately it’s nice to see him, because it was grounding to see another living and breathing something. 

“Oh, fuck, sorry—” Tommy murmurs, his hands resting on the back of the couch and pushing the cushion down just slightly to see the tiny better. Wilbur shrugs, looking deeply into the eyes that blink without a rhythm. Tommy is alive. 

Wilbur is too. 

Tommy’s chest rises and falls and his hair shifts as his head moves just barely so their eye-contact could disperse. Wilbur’s chest rises and falls too, and he can hear his heartbeat that thumps softly against his ears as they sit in utter silence.

“Well, um, I’m gonna go, yeah? You alright here?”

He considered it, and he should’ve said he was. It was on the tip of his tongue, but he’d apparently lost control of his response and blurted out an extremely abrupt: “No, please stay with me. I–I can’t sleep and I really can’t have it be quiet any longer.” 

“Oh,” Tommy murmurs, “okay. Yeah, I can do that for sure. Do you want me to sit down?” he asks, already making his way over to the tiny. 

The borrower nods, trying not to listen to the voice in his head. Tommy obliges and walks around the edge of the couch, a certain slowness to his movements, and sits down just inches away from the pillow he was on. 

Wilbur sits up, sinking slightly in the middle of the feathers, but his next-to-nothing weight, for the most part, keeps him still. Tommy keeps his hands in his lap, nails picking softly at his skin. It’s quiet for a moment, but Tommy speaks up with the inevitable question, “Did you sleep last night?”

Wilbur shakes his head, “No, I couldn’t. Did you?”

“A little bit,” Tommy replies, and Wilbur notices how the hem of the human’s shirt has been caught between his fingers. “Hey, um, Wilbur?” Tommy asks. Wilbur looks up. “Are you feeling alright after that whole, uh…thing?”

Wilbur shrugs, the phantom feeling of being in the bag already fading from his memory, but in the same way never uprooting. He swallows. “I can't say I feel the best, but I'm getting better. Thank you for what you've done, I don't know where I'd be right now.”

“Oh, nah man, you didn't deserve to be there in the first place! Just helpin’ a guy out, y’know?” Tommy flashes him a fond smile, and the human’s humor wafts into his face, the sweet scent of underlying pity burning his throat. He laughs dryly, unsure of where to lead the conversation so that the suffering sound of nothing can’t bother him any longer, because so many of his days had been spent with little but the occasional muffled chime from the store’s door or the hushed chatter from city-goers as they pass in and out. 

Tommy looks like he wants to say something, his lips parting with every passing second Wilbur sits with the reminisce of the past. He considers pointing the fact out, but instead he lets them sit in the shared silence before the teenager’s inevitable saving grace would show. 

Half a minute has passed and they haven't broken eye-contact. 

The gesture might’ve scared past-Wilbur, though post-incident-Wilbur has never felt more thrilled at the contact of another being. And when his eyes drift down to the fingers that still fidget with the cloth anxiously, he can't help but imagine how grounding it would feel for fingers to close over him. 

He shudders at the thought, however, because it’s an entirely other scenario to be trapped by a human. It’s a conflicting battle that leaves him absentmindedly shifting closer.

Tommy is quiet.

Wilbur is quiet.

A car honks down on the streets below, startling Wilbur.

Tommy, awkwardly, clears his throat. “I’m going back to London in a few weeks, can’t be long now, uhm, do you want to come with me? I don’t want to force you, but you don’t seem like the typa’ fella to just pick life back up, respectfully ‘n all.” Wilbur considers it, and the silence draws taut. 

“That’s a bit last-minute, don’t you agree?” he asks.

“Right, like I said you’re not, like, fuckin’ obligated to or whatever. Just thought it might be nice, givin’ you a heads up ‘n all,” Tommy reassures him. It’s not exactly convincing; Wilbur finds himself wondering how much of Tommy is really okay with him staying here.

Wilbur swallows, running his fingers through the flap of his hair. “I don’t know, and don’t expect an answer. Not anytime soon.” 

“Right, yeah, don’t decide right now,” Tommy chirps, leaning against the couch and sighing. “Are you hungry? I could fuckin’ eat right now,” he adds.

Wilbur stares right at him. 

Tommy sits, oblivious with his leg bouncing as he awaits Wilbur’s response. Eventually, his eyes shifted in realization when the silence had drawn on too long. “Oh, oh fuck—I didn’t mean it like that, I don’t want anything like that—” Tommy rushes, the words coming out a warp. Wilbur shakes his head, the beginning of laughter escaping him, though drying up at the edge of his throat. 

“You’re fine, king, you’re all good. Just a bit jumpy after everything, you get it,” he replies simply.

“I actually don’t really get it,” Tommy argues. There’s another beat of silence, Wilbur staring at Tommy’s hands. “Well, uh, seriously then, do you want food?”

Wilbur nods eagerly. 

Food, real food sounded extravagant; his teeth had rotten away over all the times he’d filled up on chocolate. 

The taste of something savory over the weeks had often been his imagination while he bit into the bud of candy, pretending easily that it was something different, like, a rather pleasant portion of fruit he’d scored while a human was away or something he managed to buy in his short time of freedom. 

Tommy nods, shuffling up off of the couch and leaving him in the lonely living room again, back to sitting with his own thoughts, only this time with a newfound light after the human had flicked it on.

Suddenly, Tommy comes back into view as he gently leans over the back of the couch. So close. Like how he had been when he’d peered into the candy bag— 

“Wilbur,” Tommy urges. When Wilbur seems to have blinked out of his memory, the human continues. “What do you want? You allergic to anything?”

He blinks. Alurgic? 

“Uh….I don’t think I know what that means,” Wilbur admits.

“Oh, uh, I’ll take that as a no. I don’t have it in me to explain,” Tommy says, smiling at him like Wilbur is supposed to know what that means. 

When Tommy takes his expression that grows even more confused by the following silence as a response, he tries to shake it off with a swift: “Can I take you over to the kitchen, then? Or do you think you still could fall asleep?”

“I can’t fall asleep,” Wilbur responds quickly.

Tommy nods. “I’m gonna put my hand down on the pillow,” the human announces. He does—though irritatingly slow. He was unsure about humans, and it seemed both of them recognized that, but Wilbur wasn’t glass. 

When Tommy had stopped moving and instead kept his eyes glued to the borrower, he moved with his shoulders slicked back to hide the anxiety of being watched so intensely. 

Tommy’s skin was rough under his own as he got situated on his palm. 

Memories of being held by other (more resentful) humans fought their way through his archives, but he felt oddly soothed for how loud his head was.

Almost immediately after he had settled in the center of Tommy’s hand, gravity shifted and he watched as the world grew further from him. He wasn’t startled (Prime knows he’s been through worse) as his world shifted with each of Tommy’s movements, in fact he was still as at ease as he could be.

The rest of the apartment wasn’t anything special.

 Ahead of them was a kitchen, to the right was the front door, and to the left there were two other closed doors. He couldn’t take the house for anything personalized, so he probably hadn’t been here for longer than a few months. Still, it wasn’t the cleanest thing ever, but he couldn’t expect anything different from a kid Tommy’s age. 

(He’s seen it first-hand from the walls)

(*)

Tommy’s muscle memory kept him from wandering into the kitchen counter as his eyes kept a strong stare onto Wilbur. 

It wasn't anything particularly different than the other times he had talked or even seen a tiny, but even despite how little they've known each other it still felt more personal. Wilbur had been through a lot and Tommy was getting to help him. 

And he’s already cracked the ice, he noted as Wilbur barely reacts when he gently tilts him off of his hand and onto the kitchen island. 

He turns his back to him to search the fridge. 

There was barely anything there, just a cool-lighted wasteland with a few leftovers that he can't remember packaging in the first place.

An egg carton was nestled between two takeout boxes (had he tried organizing?) and it caught his gaze the second look around the fridge. 

“Uhh, we have eggs,” Tommy suggests. 

There's silence for a moment, then, barely distinguished from behind him, “That sounds fine.”

Wilbur sounded distracted, if somehow that was possible.

“Great, because I don’t actually think I can make anything except that,” Tommy deadpans, chuckling to himself at his own joke. He watches Wilbur crack a smile and a quiet laugh on his way to the stove with the egg carton in hand.

He flicks on the dial against the back of the stove, turning it to a medium heat before opening a cabinet to pull out a bowl. 

Tommy follows the routine of whisking the eggs then pouring them in and waiting. For a minute, Tommy’s attention lingers on what’s stood behind him, but he doesn’t voice his curiosity, nor his concern or sociable desires.

He just stands over the stove, watching the eggs, prodding at them with a spatula as they form into something edible. When they’re decidedly done, he sprinkles salt over them and calls it quits. He figures Wilbur won’t be particular about his culinary abilities when his past appetite consisted of chocolate.

The idea makes his head hurt, thinking about how someone so human, even despite their sharp, obvious difference, could be locked away like how Wilbur had been.

Tommy could only imagine how dark it could’ve been—completely isolated from any kind of outside contact and intended to be thrown away, eaten like a piece of candy.

Must have been difficult.

“Pardon?” a small voice from behind him asks, and Tommy tenses. Had he said that out loud? 

Tommy blinks, and suddenly his hand is moving on its own and folding the eggs into themselves to finish the dish.

Prime, he was tired as shit.

He moves to turn the stove off and sets the pan aside on another burner, then opens a cabinet and pulls a plate off of the lower shelf, the ceramic noises like nails on a chalkboard to him. The plate clinks as it’s set down, then Tommy retrieves the pan of eggs and stares at them, long and hard. Not his best work.

Discouragement aside, he pulls a fork out of a drawer and spoons on the helping of eggs onto the plate. Good enough for government work, huh? Wilbur won’t care, anyway.

He takes a fork from a nearby drawer, then spins around, (blinking away the throb in his eyes when the lights hit his face), and sets the plate down on the kitchen island, just a few respectable inches from Wilbur, who stood with his hand on his arm, standing noticeably awkward.

(*)

Food. Actual, real food. Albeit made in no time at all and served by a teenager in a New York apartment, but still something that was an honest, feasible replacement from his past diet.

He stares at it. Tommy’s attention turns away from him, and he still stares at the plate of eggs. 

As Tommy was still distracted pulling up a chair from the other side of the counter, Wilbur steps forward cautiously and crouches down, peeling a small portion off of the eggs and stuffing it in his mouth. He swears to Prime that if Tommy were not nearly staring directly at him, Wilbur very well might have considered melting.

The eggs were not seasoned and they were not slow-cooked, but they were heaven. Were he a functioning member of society, (And assuming he was still very much mentally troubled after certain events), and Tommy was his waiter, he would give it a five out of five. 

Carefully, Wilbur takes another piece off of the egg and gnaws at it, savoring the unadorned flavor with every aspect of his senses. The feeling of rubber, (Almost), which clashes with his usual expectation of soft-then-syrupy, the bland flavor that was absolutely new to him, and the bright yellow color that contrasted with the black that he always just imagined as color. His void always had been a playground for imagination.

“Thank you,” Wilbur says through a mouthful, to which Tommy smiles weakly and sits down—after much delay, as if Tommy could’ve felt as awkward as Wilbur did right now.

Tommy grabs a fork and grabs a tentative bite, then through a mouthful, mumbles: “No problem, mate.” Through the corner of his eye, Wilbur watches Tommy and tries not to snicker at the forced face the blond makes to push through his disapproval of the meal.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, this shit takes like heaven,” he says, smally but still loud enough for Tommy to hear. 

“I think I’ll throw up if I have one more bite of this, It’s completely yours, then,” Tommy says, pushing the plate a little closer to Wilbur for emphasis. Wilbur shifts back on instinct, looking up anxiously at Tommy before calming down. Sorry,” Tommy adds quickly. Wilbur waves him off and takes a smaller piece of egg to chew on absentmindedly.

“The fucking chocolate has been making my teeth rot,” Wilbur says, huffing a bit like it’s a joke. Like one of those things to look back on and laugh at.

Tommy doesn’t seem amused, though. “That sounds awful, man,” he adds. 

“It’s not anymore, ‘cause now someone’s gone and saved me,” Wilbur reassures, gesturing mildly to Tommy.

“You’re welcome!” Tommy says, smiling like a child who’s helped with a chore unprompted. His mood changes are unmatched, Wilbur notes duly.

After that, time passed slowly, and for once, there wasn’t dread that followed. Tommy had cleaned breakfast up, and Wilbur kept the silence away while talking about this and that, until Tommy announced he needed to get groceries for his last couple of weeks in New York. Tommy’s plan was to have Wilbur stay back, but he declined, and instead asked to tag along.

For that reason, he rested carefully on Tommy’s shoulder, back resting against Tommy’s neck, completely vulnerable.The thought of that concerned him; to think about how any one of these people could work for that god-awful facility he was sent to, or any one of them could be holding a borrower captive, or how any of these people could absolutely hate his kind, and here he was, out in the open for any of those people to see. It was worrisome, and that had him tightening the grip of the hem of his sweater. 

Tommy was pleasingly quiet, though, and it was just the two of them listening to music. (Or as much music as he could hear from sitting under the human’s earbud.) 

He would’ve thought it to be harder to stay on someone’s shoulder, but even from the start he was persistent on that spot, only because it would’ve been incredibly difficult for Tommy to reach him without Wilbur noticing first—although he had gotten a little bit on edge when Tommy reached up to fix his hair or adjust his earbud. Sure, the human made him food and had gotten him out of that wretched bag, and had seemed pretty genuine about not eating him, he still wasn’t ready to be hand-held or in his pocket where he couldn't see everything.

Also, it was warmer here. Tommy and his need to linger around chilled foods.

Wilbur looks around, through Tommy’s curls, staring at the variety of foods. They were too far for him to recognize, (Not that he would know any of them by heart, considering he grew up on things he could score on the counter), but it was still so refreshing to see something real.

Suddenly, as his eyes graze over something on a high shelf, someone walks past and locks eyes with him. Wilbur tenses. The lady tenses, stopping abruptly. Unfortunately for him, Tommy also stops to look at something.

The lady gives a curious, almost disgusted look, and Wilbur, not knowing what to do, proceeds to flip her off.

It was not until that motion Wilbur realized he was just caught doing something to absolutely draw attention to himself until he was much too late.

“You!” the lady says, rather loudly—definitely enough for Tommy to turn his attention to her. “Control that thing,” she finishes, a certain type of offensive dripping from her tongue that makes even Tommy tense. Wilbur flinches at her voice, somehow moving closer to Tommy despite being right up against his neck. He crosses his arms, some kind of half-frustrated-half-ready-to-cry feeling washing over him which leaves him stone-faced and unmoving.

Thing. A single word and suddenly he’s back at the factory, being manhandled and thrown into a container with other borrowers, some panicked, some angry, and some oddly accepting. Wilbur was angry, pissed. He had been granted freedom from being cooped up in the walls with nothing to do except get food whenever he ran out. And he finally got a chance to see the world, to walk on pavement made for people his size and be social. And he had, for a week, and then he had made a lucky call when trusting someone and gotten thrown into a bag not a day later, sealed in darkness.

When Tommy had found him, however-long later, he couldn’t say he saw someone with the intent to capture him again. He saw a savior, and maybe that’s why he was so relaxed. Reality felt there again. He felt like he existed, and he didn’t pinch himself every five minutes to check he was really there. His limbs weren’t numb, and he could hum to himself without it feeling like the only thing to do.

Back at the supermarket, blinking his way out of memories, he realizes Tommy hasn’t said anything back, he just scoffs and mutter’s a whispered ‘fucking bitch’, and walks off, right past the woman who murmurs something incoherent to Wilbur. (He still knows it was about him.)

At the very least, Wilbur has walked away from that situation now knowing words can’t hurt anymore in comparison to his situation just barely a few days ago.

“People are awful,” Tommy whispers under his breath.

Wilbur just pats Tommy’s shoulder.

“Aren’t you fucking revenge-seeking or some shit?”

“No. I’m not a child,” Wilbur explains, and Tommy hides his laughter at a low snicker.

“You’re a bitch,” Tommy whispers, turning away immediately at the look he got from a stranger in the aisle. Wilbur laughs whole-heartedly, the sound escaping despite how hard he tried not.

(*)

His head hurts, with thoughts going a mile a fucking minute. The scent of chocolate undoubtedly drifting from Wilbur on his shoulder was making a repetitive thought resurface no matter how much he wanted to shut it up. 

Wilbur smelled appetizing. He knew he would taste even better. 

But he knows he can’t act on his urges because even if swallowing a borrower was safe, he couldn’t. Not for Wilbur, because he just got off a near-death experience, and he can’t fuck up freedom even more for Wilbur by giving him essentially the exact same experience, no matter how reassuring he thought he could be. 

So, instead, he chose comedy over a very real and threatening problem.

(*)

“You reek of chocolate,” Tommy murmurs, opening the door to the apartment and letting it shut loudly behind him. Wilbur flinches, but calms down just as quickly.

“I don’t remember seeing a mini-flat in the, uh, bag,” Wilbur retaliates.

Tommy, playfully, scoffs. “Well, like I think I could fill up a sink or something and you could get the grime off of you,” the blond offers.

Wilbur pauses for a moment. “I guess ..?” he says, slow and uncertain.The idea was more than pleasing, but at the same time, it felt like an awful offer to take up. He would be vulnerable in water, arguably something that he rarely had experience with outside of an unfortunately occasional shower whenever he could score it.

At his approval, Tommy guided the two of them to a bathroom, and carefully drew his hand up to where Wilbur was, not grabbing at him, but letting Wilbur carefully pad is way off of Tommy’s shoulder and onto his laid-out hand, where Wilbur got himself comfortable—while at the same time leaving time to sprint off if he needed to—and waited for Tommy to set him down onto the bathroom counter. 

Shifting over to be in front of the sink, Tommy then pushes something inside the sink down, then pulls both handles to the sink forward, and leaves the flowing water gushing for a few seconds before shutting it off and stepping aside. 

“That water will either be fucking freezing or room-temperature but I can’t exactly change that, so, uhm, just sit through it, I guess,” Tommy says. Wilbur can’t exactly tell if he was apologizing or not, but he appreciated the warning.

“Don’t have much of a choice,” Wilbur shrugs. 

“That’s the spirit!” Tommy laughs, then grabs something off of a shelf, folding it over the counter but letting a corner of it fall into the sink, which Wilbur considers relieving; the sink seemed too deep for his liking.

But, even with the advantage of the towel, he still wasn’t convinced this was something he was looking forward to. From afar, he can feel Tommy’s stare on him. He turns his head that way, and catches Tommy’s strong gaze. Snapping out of some kind of pseudo-trance, Tommy moves closer to him and sets something in the sink.

“I can’t really portion out soap yet, but here’s a spare bar I haven’t opened yet. Should help; you smell so sweet I swear to fuck if you don’t take a bath I’m going swallow you on accident,” Tommy says, yawning. He fucking yawns, meanwhile Wilbur’s whole world halts. He stares up at Tommy, who he had just an hour ago been raving about his trust with.

He had heard Tommy right, no doubt.

“What?” Wilbur asks through his shock. 

Tommy wrinkles his brows, then unwrinkles them as they raise high and his face goes more shocked than Wilbur’s. 

“Oh—nononononono, Wilbur, fuck. Wil, I’m so tired, I fucking—I didn’t mean to say that,” Tommy backtracks immediately. Wilbur can’t say he buys it. “I didn’t fucking— I wasn’t thinking, fuck, I swear to Prime I don’t want to do that, I’d never—” Tommy makes a choked noise and cuts himself off.

Wilbur swallows, unsure of how to respond. Clearly, he has some kind of high-ground here despite being…well, him.

“I–uh,” Wilbur’s voice runs almost dry. “There’s no reason to lie,” Wilbur says. 

Tommy’s face falls. “I’m not lying, I—I didn’t think about what I was saying, I’m a fucking idiot, I am not a..a thinker or whatever the fuck it’s called,” Tommy tries. Still. Persistent motherfucker.

“You’re thinking about that,though,  aren’t you?”

“Uhh….well,” Tommy pauses. “As a joke..obv—obviously, you actually think I’d…want to hurt you like that?”

“Swallowing me isn’t going to hurt me.”

Tommy seemed a little taken-aback by that. “Mentally. It will mentally.” Wilbur shrugs at that, staring into the pool of water that’s gotten a little foamy the longer the soap bar floats around in it. “I, uh, think I’ll go. Put away groceries and shit.”

Wilbur watches intently Tommy pick his pace up and walk past him, (Where Wilbur’s attention was nowhere but Tommy’s hands, which remained eerily still), then out of the bathroom with a solemn click of the door.

And now, Wilbur has been left alone, after a particularly jarring comment that leaves him wondering just how much longer Tommy will go playing the good guy. He did have to be thinking about swallowing him to have said it, accidentally or not. It was an intentional thought. He wasn’t that stupid.

Trying to drive his attention away from his inevitable fate, he turns his attention to the sink. The water’s temperature has probably dropped already, so with slight hesitation, he undresses and finds a way into the sink, (Which in the end was trying-to-inch-his-way-down-then-falling-in), then rests with the feeling of water against him. It was an alien feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. He waved his hand around the soapy water and heard it whoosh around him. That was real. The sink bowl that towered above him was real, and as he touched it, it felt cold and slippery against his touch. 

Wilbur looks up, and the light fixture above him burns into his eyes. That was real. 

He pinches himself. That was real, and he was still alive, through the world of darkness for only a lonely period of his life that’s over now.

—–—

#mw #brickfic #wilbur chocolate au #cw vore mention #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #t!wilbur #tiny!wilbur #g!tommy #giant!tommy #WOOHOOoo!!!!! eight months later ^_^ #thanks for breaking 100 notes on the other 2 chapters btw !! i am so hype about that :D

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Hatchetfield Pokémon AU - Partner List:

Main Characters:

TGWDLM:

Paul Matthews - Exploud

Emma Perkins - Porygon

BF:

Tom Houston - Donphan

Becky Barnes - Comfey

Lex Foster - Zigzagoon (Cressellia is also here)

Hannah Foster - Mew

NPMD:

Pete Spankoffski - Stoutland

Steph Lauter - Luxray

Grace Chasity - Hatterene

Max Jägerman - Passimian

LIB:

Wiggly (Wiggog Y’rath) / Wendell (Dark/Psychic)

Nibbly (Nibblenephim) / Nicky (Dark/Psychic)

Pokey (Pokotho) / Porter (Dark/Psychic)

Blinky (Bliklotep) / Blaine (Dark/Psychic)

Tinky (T’noy Karaxis) / Theo (Theodore) (Dark/Psychic)

Webby (Queen in White) / Wendy (Psychic/Dark)

Important Characters:

TGWDLM:

Ted Spankoffski - Volcarona

Bill Woodward - Leavanny

Alice Woodward - Skitty

Prof. Henry Hidgens - Liligant

Gen. John MacNamara - Genesect

BF:

Ethan Greene - Cyclizar

Linda Monroe - Vespiqueen

Tim Houston - Cubone

NPMD:

Richie Lipschitz - Gallade

Ruth Fleming - Sprigatito

Solomon Lauter - Honchkrow

Detective Shapiro - Pikachu

NT:

Henry (Fake Prof. Henry Hidgens) - Mimikyu

Lucy Stockworth - Gholdengo

Wooly-Foot - Galrian Darmanitan

Konk (Ted Spankoffski) - Darmanitan

Pryce Perkins (Paul Matthews 23) - Ditto

Emilia Matthews (Emma Perkins Android) - MissingNo

Time Bastard / Homeless Man (Ted Spankoffski) - Iron Moth and Slither Wing

Jane Houston (Perkins) - Revaroom

Miss Holloway - Hypno

Duke Keane - Snorlax

Gerald Monroe - Vivallon

Perky (Emma Perkins) - Aribolva

Ziggy - Shiftry

Jeri - Nidoqueen

Jerry - Nidoking

Lumber Axe (Lil’ Jerry) - Witchwood Haxorus

Shelia Young - Froslass

Rose - Toxtricity

Melissa - Meowstick (Female)

Puss - Espeon

Named Characters:

TGWDLM:

Greenpeace girl / Harmony Jones - Shaymin

Ken Davidson - Grumpig

Charlotte Sweetly - Oinkalogne

Sam Sweetly - Braviary

Nora - Minccino

Zoey Chambers - Alcreamie

Deb - Liepard

BF:

Frank Pricely - Sableye

Sherman Young - Salazzle

Gary Goldstein - Meowth

Uncle Wiley / Wilbur Cross - Tentacruel

Man in a Hurry / Barry Swift - Yanmega

Dude with Peanut - Pachirisu (Peanut)

Xander Lee - Empoleon

President - Unfezant (Male)

NPMD:

Mark Chasity - Flapple

Karen Chasity - Appletun

Off. Bailey - Skarmory

Kyle - Chesnaught

Brenda - Oricorio (Electric)

Jason - Bastiodon

Caitlyn - Altaria

Ms. Mulberry- Audino

Ms. Tessburger - Corsola

Rudolph - Sawsbuck

Brook - Finneon

Trevor Lipschitz - Magcargo

NT:

Allison - Lanturn

Madame Iris - Reuniclus

Craig - Tropius

Barker - Coalossal

Rupert - Gigalith

Jonathan Brisby - Tyrantrum

Sylvia - Floatzel

Andy / Executive Kilgore - Aggron

Jenny - Milotic

Dan Reynolds - Karrablast

Donna Daggit - Shelmet

Tony Greene - Klingklang

Jacqueline Frost - Glaceon

Pamala Foster - Komala

Roman Murray - Morpeko

River Monroe - Combee (Male) or Teddyursa

Trent Monroe - Venomoth

Seaton Monroe - Ninjask

Jordan Monroe - Shuckle

Malone - Octillery

Hailey - Skuntank

Zach Chambers - Gogoat

Liz - Beartic

Judith - Butterfree

Martha - Clawitzer

Mary - Bibarel

Mima Chambers - Drampa

Bob Metzger - Witchwood Aegislash

Carl Metzger - Witchwood Doublade

Larz Metzger - Witchwood Doublade

Louie Metzger - Witchwood Honedge

Mary - Medichan

Noah - Furret

Gabe - Sudowoodo

Marco - Copperajah

Kale - Chatot

Thrash - Noivern

Skud - Rillaboom

Courtney - Zebstrika

Russ - Scovillain

Beth - Centiskorch

Eddie Chiplucky - Krookodile

Stopwatch / Daniel - Phantump

Spitfire / Sophia - Blaziken

Charles - Type: Null

Bruno - Pangoro

Otho - Flamigo

Freddie Biggs - Corviknight

Mina - Pyroar (Female)

Chrissy - Alolan Persian

Aubrey - Purugly

Teddy Bear - Mabosstiff

Jerrie - Golurk

Different Actors:

Hot Chocolate Boy (Peter Spankoffski) (TGWDLM) - Polteageist

Pete Spankoffski (AC) - Aromatisse

Prof. Henry Hidgens (HQ) - Jigglypuff

Prof. Henry Hidgens (WB) - Spinda

Max Jägerman (TGWDLM) - Cinderace

Ethan Greene (YJ) - Goodra

(I’ve been working on this for a few weeks. I thought it would be fun to share. Hope you all enjoy it)

#the lords in black #hatchetfield #team starkid #starkid #paul matthews #emma perkins #becky barnes #tom houston #grace chasity #steph lauter #pete spankoffski #max jagerman #the guy who didn't like musicals #black friday #nerdy prudes must die #nightmare time

[beansthough]

BEANS BEANS BEANS BEANS BEANS I HAD THE CRAZIEST THOUGHT FOR LIKE A CROSS OVER THINGY IN YOUR SNAKE CHARMER AU!!!!

Wilbur is out doing his chores when he hears loud crying. He's obviously concerned but also a bit annoyed why Tommy hadn't just come and sought him out like normal- which usually means he did something bad.

Anyways he follows the crying calling out to Tommy how he won't be mad etc etc and stop hiding as he makes his way through a thicket of bushes only to be totally stunned when instead of finding Tommy, he finds a badly hurt dragon hybrid who is deathly afraid of him and everything.

Tallulah is baby dragon hybrid (bit younger than Tommy) and has stumbled her way into the Forest where everyone resides. She's just escaped a bunch of hunters and is hiding when Wilbur finds her. She's kinda cornered but Wilbur is eventually able to settle her. As soon as he talks about bringing her home to the village she panics and runs off.

Cue round two of Wilbur lying to everyone while he tries to adopt befriend his big little girl.

I think it would be really cute and the Wilbur would probably get Tommy involved because she needs somewhere safe to sleep till she's comfortable and Tommy would have someone his size to play and talk with. (Plus I just think it would be really sweet for Tommy to get a hug from someone big like him since he's a touch starved danger noodle)

Anyways.... THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT!!!!!!!! Have these and how are you btw?🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭

OMG YESSSS!

I also like the idea that this is a little later in the au. If you don’t mind my own spin lol.

Like Tommy is finally fully integrated into the village and everyone is comfortable around him. He’s probably 16/ 17 now and Wilbur is 24/25.

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Wilbur and Tommy are out doing one of their routine hide and chase hunts when Wilbur hears quiet sniffles coming from behind a large bush.

Wilbur is first a little skeptical because Tommy has been known to play pretend hurt to get Wilbur to come to him instead of keeping up the chase.

He called out Tommy’s name in aggravation saying Tommy was to old for this trick, but he was surprised that instead of snickering he was met with complete silence.

Wilbur pushed through the bush and his heart leapt into his throat.

Instead of Tommy, he was met with black purple wings and a shorter tail. Small scaled hands with short talons covered a fearful face, only leaving a head full of chocolate curls with two horns poking through.

Wilbur took a deep breath after accessing the situation. It was a little girl. Way younger than when he found Tommy, or well when Tommy found him.

Wilbur speaks out a soft hello, only for her to whip her head out of her hands to meet Wilbur’s gaze.

Wilbur’s core shook to his core as those dark slit eyes focused on him. He had to steady his nerves. He had done this once before he could do it again. Wilbur cleared his throat.

“Hello there…” It was soft and comforting. “Are you lost Sweetheart?”

The dragon looked at Wilbur with fearful confusion, as if Wilbur wasn’t what she was expecting. But as her eyes lingered on him they seemed to round out in wonder. She had never met anyone like this before.

“My name’s Wilbur, what’s yours?” The dragon stayed frozen awhile longer, seeming to take in all of Wilbur’s features, the little beast nodded to herself and dug in a small bag that was at her side. She pulled out a sheet of paper that was way larger than Wilbur , crumbled and stained.

The mouse backed up a bit so the Dragon could lay it out before him. There on the page what was Wilbur assumed to be her name in chalky purple crayon wax. Some of the letters backwards, some the right way round.

“Tallulah?” The dragon perked up and leaned closer to Wilbur. The mouse only a little nervous at her hovering. “Can you speak?”

The hatchling shook her head in the negative before opening her mouth. “ l-little…” It was quiet and broken, as if the girl wasn’t use to speaking at all. “That’s alright, but could you try to tell me why you’re out here by yourself?” Tallulah opened her mouth but it slammed shut once more. Her eyes narrowed back into slits and she seemed to look beyond where Wilbur stood. Wilbur swallowed nervously.

Wilbur suddenly felt the grounds familiar trembles, and a nervous Tommy called out for him in the distance.

It’s just Tommy. Wilbur thought in relief, but before he could comfort the girl he found himself wrapped in a strong grip and a finger over his mouth. The mouse’s heart thudded against his chest.

Tallulah had snatched Wilbur off the ground and crawled in between a little pocket in the cliff wall that was behind it. It was almost perfectly crafted for the dragon’s size. No one larger would be able to fit through.

“Tallulah.” Wilbur was trying to be stern , but his voice trembled from the unexpected grabbing. “Tallulah, please put me down.” The dragon only held him closer to her chest, a long and quiet shhhhhhh coming out of her lips. “Hunters…” That one word held such fear, the girl didn’t even seem to be focused on him. Her mind somewhere else, but one of her small clawed digits kept petting Wilbur’s hair over and over again.

“It’s gonna be alright sweetheart. That just my brother.” But the Dragon didn’t seem to listen, she just softly rocked back and forth . Rhythmically running her finger over Wilbur’s hair.

Before Wilbur could say other word, a twig snapped outside breaking the girl’s since of comfort.

“Wilbur? Are you in there?”

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But AHHHHH I love this idea so much. The hurt comfort and more found family is everything.

But basically Tallulah using Wilbur as a teddy bear

I feel like after she get to know her uncle Tommy more she calms down, but that first night she was very fearful.

Wilbur will manage to lure her out of the cave and Tommy awkwardly tries to introduce himself. The bring Tallulah to one of Tommy’s old dens and Wilbur and Tommy take turns watching her and taking care of her before Tallulah says she comfortable enough to meet Phil and Techno, and then eventually the others

But yes just Wilbur and Tommy being the worst at keeping a secret that they are caring for a literal child.

(Pls pls pls let me know if you have anymore input!)

(Also I’m doing well! I have just been super busy with work and life, but glad to still be able to be on here❤️)

#the snake charmer au #mcyt g/t #qsmp tallulah #mcyt gt #giant/tiny #giant!tommy #tiny!wilbur #giant!tallulah #asks #worldbuilding #story building

[watcher-with-burned-wings]

Navigation

(A continuation of my Among us Scott au)

When Scott woke up the next cycle, he was surrounded by warm bodies. He glanced around him. Ranboo was sprawled across his lap with his head on Tubbo’s stomach. Tubbo leaning against his right side. Tommy was curled up on his left side, tucked under his arm.

Scott’s heart melted at the sight, his tentacles appearing behind him as he held Tommy closer. One pulled Tubbo closer to him and the other tentacle petted Ranboo’s hair. Scott swallowed down the purr that threatened to escape him as he sat contently in the middle of the nest of hatchlings. He silently wished that this moment could last forever.

But sadly, all good things had to come to an end.

Ranboo started to stir, and Scott quickly hid his tentacle again. Ranboo opened his eyes and blinked slowly. Scott smiled at him. “Good morning Ranboo, Sleep well?”

Ranboo sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Yeah. You are very comfy.” He yawns and stretches. Scott chuckled.

“I’m glad,” Tommy grumbled as he snuggled closer to Scott.

“Shut up, fuckers. I’m trying to sleep.” Tommy muttered.

Tubbo cracked open his eyes and sat up. “Good morning, Scott!” He said cheerfully and loudly.

Tommy groaned and glared at Tubbo.

Both Scott and Ranboo laughed at Tommy's expense, much to the confusion of Tubbo.

“What?”

“Nothing Tubbo.” Ranboo snickered.

“Come on Tommy, it’s time to get up.” Scott gently encouraged. Tommy whined but eventually did comply.   

Scott got up as well and stretched out. “Come on, I bet Niki has made muffins for breakfast.”

If Tommy hadn’t looked awake before, now he was practically shaking, “Oh hell yeah!” He ran off towards the cafeteria.

“Hey! Wait for me!” Tubbo called as he dashed after him. Ranboo looked at Scott with a shrug and followed. Scott shook his head and walked with Ranboo.

Scott and Ranboo idly chatted as they walked to the cafeteria.

When they arrive, Tommy and Tubbo angrily eat their breakfast while Phil looks amused.  Scott tilted his head questioningly towards the two while looking at Phil.

Phil continued to look bemused as he explained, “They are both angry because they are trash duty after trying to steal all of Niki’s muffins.”

Tommy grumbled as he munched on a chocolate chip muffin. “We weren’t stealing! We were saving them from everyone else!” Phil shook his head exasperated while Ranboo chuckled at their misfortune. Scott grinned slightly in understanding and mirth.

He and Ranboo grabbed breakfast before sitting down with the group, seemingly to be the last ones. Ranboo grabbed a poppy seed muffin with a bowl of fruit. The duel-eyed human had a glass of milk as well. Scott grabbed a blueberry muffin, opting for something light this morning. He also had a glass of apple juice to go with it.

Once everyone was settled, Phil started to speak. “Ranboo, you’ll go meet up with Techno. He’s in Med Bay with Wilbur. You’ll be learning about Imposters.” Scott froze mid-bite when he heard that. Said teen fist pumped.

“Yes!” Ranboo quickly inhaled the rest of his food before hopping out of his seat. The other two protested. “Can’t we go with him? Come on Phil, please?” They begged, both giving puppy eyes.

Phil eyed the two before he sighed fondly. “Fine, you little shits,” The three teens began to move towards the door, but Phil stopped them with his voice. “But Tubbo and Tommy when it’s over, you two still need to clean out the trash shoots.” Both boys groaned but nodded as they left.

Scott snapped out of his stupor as Phil turned to him. “You will be with me in Navigation today, Scott,” Phil said with a smile. “I hope you don’t mind but I could use an extra set of eyes reading me coordinates.”

“No, of course not. I’ll happily be with you today.” Scott said with a kind smile, though it was slightly strained. Thankfully, Phil didn’t seem to notice as he smiled back. “Great, but before we go to navigation, let's clean this up.”

Together they stood up, gathering all the plates from the teens and themselves, and brought them to the kitchen. There was a silence between them, neither speaking as Scott washed the dishes while Phil dried and put them away. The imposter’s mind was buzzing with activity, wandering with intrusive thoughts. Part of him whispers that Phil knows what he is, another part is confident that this is just another day. A tiny part of him is happy to spend time with another member of his pod. Scott shook off that thought as he focused on the mind-numbing task in front of him.

It was far too soon when all the dishes were gone from the sink. Phil and Scott began the trek to navigation, their footsteps echoing around the metallic hallways. They passed weapons, where Niki was working on fixing a blaster that an asteroid damaged. Then they passed O2 where Jack was seemingly going over the oxygen systems. Finally, they reached Navigation with Phil humming a tune as Scott followed anxiously.

Phil turned to him and clapped his hands together. “Usually, I would have Techno help me, but he needed to educate Ranboo as his apprentice. I apologize that this was suddenly pushed on you.” The captain said sheepishly. “It’s simple. You just need to read off the logs and I’ll record them and organize them.”

 The cyan-haired imposter nodded and replied, “Yeah, I can do that. And it is completely fine.”

Phil grinned, “Great. We can get started right away.”

The green crewmate pulled up a time sheet of automated logs and pulled another document up. He instructed Scott to read them off to him, which Scott did without question. But Scott couldn’t get his mind off the earlier conversation. So after doing logs for an hour, there was a pause as Phil pulled up more time sheets.

Scott piped up, “You mentioned Imposters earlier, what are your options on them?” The cyan-haired man watched as his captain froze for a second before, he turned to him. Phil had this hard expression on, making Scott gulp silently. He wondered if he’d regret asking this.

Phil continued to have this stony expression on as they remained tense and silent as he contemplated his answer. Finally, Phil spoke, “Scott, I am going to be honest with you. An imposter killed my wife when the boys were young.” The tone he said it in was emotionless.

Scott felt as if he was just punched in the gut. If Phil ever found out, he would be tossed out of the airlock for sure. All he could utter was, “I’m sorry for your loss.” He bowed his head in respect.

Phil nodded, “Thank you,” He had this distant look on his face, “But there is more. You see, my boys and I wouldn’t be here either if it wasn’t for an imposter as well.” Scott glanced up, with a distinct head tilt. Phil was staring out into the stars. “The imposter fought the one that killed my wife. He allowed time for my boys and me to escape the ship we were on. We would have died on that ship if he didn’t.” Phil confessed.

Scott frowns a bit. “Phil, I’m sorry for bringing it up, you don’t have to continue.” The cyan-suited imposter reassured him. In truth, Scott was interested in finding out Phil’s answer but didn’t want him to suffer bad memories. With a sudden blink and then a sigh, Phil answered, “I think if I ever met an imposter again, it would be too soon. But if I did, I truly hope they will be like the one that saved the rest of my family.”   

Scott nodded silently, wondering if he fell into that category. Would he fight Owen if it came down to it? He didn’t have much time to contemplate it as a scream rang out from O2.

Instantly, both Scott and Phil began to rush to the room. The moment they turned the corner, they saw Niki, holding Jack in her arms as she desperately held a wound in his stomach shut. Blood decorated the ground and splattered against the walls. Phil rushed to Nikk’s side, Scott following right behind. Jack was semi-conscious but was out of it.

“We need to get him to the med bay,” Phil instructed. “Niki, you hold the wound shut, me and Scott will carry him carefully.” Nikki nodded, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. “Scott, grab his shoulders, I’ll grab his legs.” Nodding, he grabbed Jack’s shoulders.

“On three, lift,” Phil commanded.

“One, Two, Three.”

Scott raised Jack as Phil instructed. Nikki kept a tight hold on his stomach, her gloved hands covered in Jack’s blood. Scott carried the blue crewmate as fast as Nikki and Phil allowed, his stomach churning with guilt as blood droplets fell to the floor of the cafeteria. He looked away, catching Phil’s concerned glance out of the corner of his eye.

He didn’t deserve his concern, he was supposed to do this, but Owen had to do it. He swallowed the lump in his throat. God, Owen. How is he going to explain this to him. He couldn’t hurt these humans. Maybe he could convince him that they could kill another crew instead. Possibilities ran through his head as he continued to hurry Jack to the med bay.

When they entered, he was surprised to find everyone else, including Owen in the med bay. Everyone turned to look at them when they walked in. A flash of annoyance crossed Owen’s face before it was gone, a look only Scott could catch as he and Phil laid Jack down in the bed.

“Wilbur!”

“On it!” Wilbur responded to Phil as he began to rush around. “Everyone out! I need to work.”

With that, everyone except Nikki, Phil and Wilbur were ushered out of the room, with Phil’s parting words being, “Everyone go back to your rooms. As of right now, we are all going to be in pairs until we know the cause of this.” Phil stared down Scott as he spoke, and it took everything in his power not to squirm.  Owen led him back to their shared room, protecting him from the gaze of Phil.

Once the door of their room was shut, Owen grinned. “I got one, Scott!” He said happily. Scott stared at his hands then up at him in disbelief at his joy.

“I know! How could you do that!?” Scott exclaimed, confusing Owen. “They are a tight-knit crew, they are going to know!” He said it as an excuse. Owen rolled his eyes as he climbed onto his bunk and sat there.

“They won’t figure it out until it’s too late. If we kill pink and green tomorrow, then it’ll be easy pickings.” Owen lay down with his hands under his head.

Scott felt himself pale as he realized that Owen had everything planned out already. When Owen had a goal set, there was not changing it. He swallowed and when to speak when the door opened behind them. Both looked over to see a shocked looking Tommy.

He had heard everything.

#scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #smajor #smajor1995 #alternate universe #owenjuicetv #mcyt #among us #long post #fanfic #origins smp #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza #jack manifold #niki nihachu #tubbo #ranboo #imposter au #imposter scott

[cats-thoughts]

idea

Okay so this is about minecraft smps btw just to get that out of the way- Highschool au but the smps are just friend groups in situations

Outsiders Smp is a class taking a field trip to a corn maze. The levers were the buttons to push when you're lost and want out. The second clearing was another class (that got separated and lost) that they bumped into over time and joined up with (everyone else got out) Ori made a deal with the guys who showed up to retrieve them for a map out and kept it secret. He later fulfilled his half of the deal- sacrificing one of their members to be drug into the maze, never to be seen again (Soup was found five minutes after their 'escape' drinking hot chocolate on a haybale)

Kaboodle Smp is a handful of people who got dragged into a theater club because of missing credits. (Except Kaboodle herself, who was the only one there willingly) Clown immediately volunteered to be a villain. There wasn't supposed to be one but he was so excited they agreed. He became that one kid who was cool but also cringefail who had way too many super epic oneliners on backup. Kaboodle had a theory board with red strings and everything that he was actually a real-life evil villain. Pyro and Rae, siblings, were the only ones to agree. (There are rumors that Pyro and Clown used to be dating but no one can confirm anything and they refuse to address it)

LifeSteal is the world's most complicated game of every man tag ever. Everyone has little disassemblable charms and if you can hold one of the fake weapons you get from completing tasks (schoolwork) to someone's throat or heart you get a charm from them. If they get a failing grade in a main class they have to give up a charm. This is because they are all neurodivergent and the only way to get them to do their schoolwork is through competition. Poor Branzy is NOT doing well but he's trying his best. The casino arc was just Clown sitting with him and helping him with English, Science, and History while Branzy helped him with his math. (One time Kabsmp gang decided to follow him to see where he was going after their hangouts and discovered him chasing after Red and Pangi with a cardboard and styrofoam scythe while Branzy cheered him on from a nearby tree. They later asked if the "one kid in the tree who shouldn't be able to see with their bangs over their eyes" was his boyfriend. They never got an actual answer.)

EchoCraft is just a bunch of architect nerds with unmonitored access to so many lego sets. (Chief still has his polycule that goes untouched. Very few people in the polycule actually remember joining the polycule but they do know they're in it! Chief gives them forehead kisses every single time he sees them bc he's taller than all of them and Kabsmp and gang were like -surprised Pikachu face- when he walked in to give Clown a book he'd left in a shared class)

Hunted SMP is also a game of tag, but Ivory is winning and she never stops winning. Love that for her <3

DreamSMP was a debate group but it spiraled out of control and now there are physical fights alongside verbal ones. Michael is a guinea pig Tubbo and Ranboo take turns taking home over the weekends and holidays. Yes Wilbur is still from Utah. Charlie joined because Schlatt got kicked out (Quackity suggested the vote as a joke and they all agreed) with a secret vow for revenge and played the part of a young, naive boy who wants to be a part of a club and thought this one was the right one. Couldn't actually make an argument for his life but did occasionally say something so profound that everyone had to take a moment and just. Wow. Until one day he steps up to Quackity and completely deconstructs all of his arguments, making a complete and utter fool out of the reigning champion (only Wilbur could keep up with him and he was on holiday visiting family back home in Utah) and then decking him for good measure, saying "For Schlatt!" He then left, returning to his dnd club. Quackity still has not recovered from this. Tommy recorded it. Purpled is still boasting about "I KNEW there was something up with that guy!!!" Dream's prison arc was him being forced to sit in a corner because he made Tommy cry (He was faking it mans was fine) and the "torture" was Quackity putting a dunce hat on his head. Sam (elected to be the prison "warden") wouldn't let him take it off. Techno broke him out by punching Sam - instantly KOing him - grabbing Dream, and running to the closet where Phil, Niki, and Ranboo were hiding. And also Conner? For some reason?

Hermitcraft are the students who everyone is pretty sure have been here for 5 or 6 years but no one ever seems to graduate? They think it's TFC (the janitor)'s fault, he's letting them in after school so they can hide in a very large closet and do... they're not actually sure? Building something? Legos? Wooden blocks? Maybe they're all just taking a nap? They're very secretive. They are hermits after all.

Those are all of the ones I can think of feel free to add more

#chatwithcat #fuck it im maintagging #dsmp au #outsiders smp #echocraft #mcytshipping #< I guess? Not really shipping but it's mentioned #kaboodlesmp #lifesteal smp #hermitcraft au

[pjunicornart]

Lazy Days busts!

Consider this a sneak peek, ha ha. These are the six "core" family members of my Meet the Robinsons Lazy Days AU! It includes: Neil and Franny, plus their four kids: Wilbur, Freddie, Mazie, and Leo.

And now, five fun facts about each character!

Cornelius - He got his ears pierced just so he could wear those ear rings for Franny. - Wherever he spends a lot of time, sticky notes are sure to be there. - He can't function without his morning, afternoon, and evening cup of coffee. - He always has some sort of plug in his ears. Not because his family is annoying, but because noise can overwhelm him. - Neil hasn't brushed his hair in... uh... how long has it been? Well, if he can't remember, it's been too long.

Franny - Her frogs have a special little section of the garden all for them. - She's not much of a coffee person. She prefers hot chocolate. - Franny almost never wears pants. It's dresses and sleep shorts for her! - There's a whole drawer in their dresser just dedicated to her sock collection. - She was taught karate when she was really young, and she plans on teaching all of her kids karate, too.

Wilbur - Only three years ago he was the troublemaker type. Now, he's the bookworm type. - He goes through books like they're candy. He's read every book on his shelf at least four times. - Three years ago Wilbur would've gelled his hair back, but now he doesn't really mind it the way it is. - He still sleeps with a night light. - Recently, he's picked up playing acoustic guitar.

Freddie - Yes, those are real flowers in her hair. - She's currently trying to figure out what types of hairstyles she likes best. She isn't completely sold on the pigtail puffs. - She's closest to her Grandma, Lucille. She's the one who taught her how to sew and upcycle. - Her interest in gardening was sparked by her best friend, who had a little succulent farm in her room. - She prefers (and is most comfortable) to be barefoot while gardening.

Mazie - Her favorite cryptids are the Fresno Night Crawlers. - She plays pretend a lot... usually she's a monster or cryptid. Surprise, surprise. - When she's not playing pretend or doing anything related to monsters, she's online, playing in a kid's virtual world. - All it took was one special about aliens on the history channel to spark her obsession with cryptids. - She's the closest to her uncles Gaston and Art, as well as their butler, Lefty. Lefty because she's an actual alien, and Gaston and Art because vibes.

Leo - Whenever Neil isn't home, he hangs around Carl. Because he's the closest to Neil in his eyes. - He only wants to be carried by his daddy. He won't let anybody else carry him; not even Franny. - Leo is only comfortable in onesies. - He really likes it when daddy makes cheesy scrambled eggs for breakfast. - His most favorite toy in the world is his stuffed elephant.

Wanna know more about Lazy Days? Refer to this post here -> Lazy Days info dump. Still wanna know more? Ask box is always open!

#rosey rambles #art #my art #digital art #meet the robinsons #meet the robinsons au #lewis robinson #cornelius robinson #franny robinson #wilbur robinson #lazy days

[sannylity]

mmm glarb thinking about artistic director x prostitute au for the 100000000th time this week

considering the past success of all his shows and the attention she gained, mariana is well-off. meanwhile, charlie's a struggling college graduate who lives with his daughter juanaflippa, his friend wilbur, and wilbur's daughter tallulah. they are renting out a small house and its not the best but theyre staying there and its their casa :D

though mariana paid him well for his work on set, charlie has that sweet sweet student loan debt to pay off and hes also raising a child while helping raise another child, so he still does nights at las casualonas, though theyre less common then they used to be.

sure, charlie was the star of the show. sure, everyone in the cast and crew adored him. sure, mariana and him were in a romantic relationship. but he was always afraid to ask any of them for financial support, instead hiding his class status and finding excuses for the days where it was hard for him to move.

mariana didnt know much about charlies home life, be it in his childhood or in his current years. but she noticed how he lit up in shock at every gift, every meal, how he looked around in wonder each time he went to his house.

charlie met mariana's parents- they were very well off, kind but strict, with bright smiles on their faces as they asked him questions and listened intently to his answers, never a shred of judgement visible.

mariana would ask about meeting charlie's parents, to which he was always met with uncomfortable silence or straight up "no"s. but he eventually caved in, saying that his parents weren't in the same spot, so they'd need to visit them seperately.

first, they went to see his dad- mariana was very uncomfortable as she realized they were entering the police station, before they sat down at a booth, looking into the eyes of a man in an orange jumpsuit, scars dotting his face.

a few days later, they went to see his mom- they'd packed a nice picnic, and charlie excitedly brought the other man into the graveyard, sitting down beside a grave and chatting to it happily, leaving flowers for his mother.

needless to say, when they made it back to mariana's house, charlie got a tight hug and kisses across his scalp. he never realized, she never realized that neither of his parents could be considered "in the picture" anymore.

he grew up with two parents who love each other very much and an older sister- they were rich, they were a nuclear family, they were picture perfect.

so it was strange to see a n image of a man and a woman standing with five kids, all of them with fear lingering in their eyes, holding photographs of three more children.

-💫 (huh i popped off)

Yes, you did pop off!

And this AU definitely tackles a lot on their social status since Charlie worked as a sex worker while Mariana is a successful director.

I like the idea of Charlie still going to college and striving hard to finish his year. It makes his load so much heavier, that’s why he doesn’t have time for romance and relationships. All he knows is providing for himself and his daughter and that’s it.

So, when he ends up having a relationship with Mariana, a total curveball in his life, a risk he took. The difference in their social status is highlighted during the first time Mariana steps into Charlie’s home. Maybe a small studio with overpriced rent but it’s near Juana’s kindergarten and his college, so it’ll make do.

At some point, even Mariana tried convincing Charlie to move in with him, but Charlie sees it as a pity offer, so he rejects him. Like you mentioned, he doesn’t like people spending for him because his independence is all the control he has left in his life and he’s not about to let go of it over some rich guy who takes pity on him.

Little by little, Mariana manages to coax him into accepting small gifts, that he deserves flowers and chocolates and serenades. Soon, when Charlie becomes financially stable, when they resolve issues regarding self-worth and social statuses, they even move in together to a new place that they both pay for. They pay date nights alternately and Charlie even gives gifts back to Mariana.

Charlie opens up more regarding his past and Mariana accepts him wholeheartedly. They live happily ever after when money and status no longer becomes an issue.

They love unapologetically.

[fr-likes-chocolate]

Me 🤝Chocolate

Thinking about Philza killing Wilbur/Ghostza

I personally think that the explosion impact of hit hard enough can Kill Phil-

OR

During Technos execution if Phil tried helping his friend while on house arrest. Phil gets executed and could get killed by a familiar Diamond tipped sword. <3

We need more Ghostza Fics and aus. Truly an underappreciated aspect of the DSMP and QSMP.

#philza #technoblade #wilbur soot #qsmp philza #fanfic #qsmp #dream smp

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

(Some incorrect quotes specifically for my dsmp superpower AU)

(Edit: half of the quotes, starting from the 'With great power' one, are from ScatterPatter's Incorrect Quotes Generator!)

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Purpled: You don't know anything about me!

Niki, who copied Puffy's power and read Purpled's mind, PLUS literally just caught him with a sniper rifle: I know everything about you. You are an open book written for VERY dumb children.

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Tubbo: How did you find me?

Technoblade, salty he had to leave his library job early to clean up after him: Oh, I saw a huge explosion and wondered, Now who could that be?

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Quackity: Are you suggesting I occasionally stray from the rule book?

Charlie, cheerfully: No. I'm suggesting you do not own a copy of the rule book, and if you do, you have certainly never opened it.

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Niki, running on caffeine and three hours of sleep, slightly vibrating, feral look in her eyes: Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you want to go apesh!t?

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Skeppy: So what's it like being Purpled's sibling?

Punz: Once I asked him for a glass of water while he was mad at me, and he brought me a glass of ice and said "wait".

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Ant, who just got back from stabbing another hero: Today is a great day.

Foolish, a hero: Hi!

Ant: My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

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Puffy: I'm not mad, just tell me why you had fake IDs.

Clingyduo: *incoherent mumbling*

Puffy: I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

Clingy: You have to be over 18 to hold the puppies at Petco...

Puffy:

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(When Purpled is 9)

Punz: Why would you give Purpled a knife?!

Skeppy: He felt unsafe.

Punz: Now I feel unsafe!

Skeppy: I'm sorry.

Skeppy: ...Would you like a knife?

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Purpled, about Tommy: Excuse me sir, that is my emotional support annoying gremlin child with no sense of self-preservation and much trauma.

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Niki, about Fundy and Jack: Excuse me sir, those are my emotional support overworked & stressed pathetic loserguys.

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Karl, walking into the kitchen: Babe, is something burning?

Sapnap, leaning against the kitchen counter: Just my burning love for you~ (•3<) <3

Karl: Sap, the toaster is on fire.

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Eret: Why are you on the floor?

Foolish: I'm overworked and stressed out of my mind.

Foolish: Also I was stabbed, can you get my dad please?

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Phil: Help me with this crossword puzzle, I need a 6-letter word for "severely lacking in communication skills even while owning a glib tongue and generally amiable demeanor".

Techno: "Wilbur".

Wilbur:

Phil: It fits!

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George: You're under arrest for attempting to carry five people on a single motorcycle.

Tubbo: Wait.

Eryn: FIVE?!

Purpled, completely deadpan: Tommy fell off.

Glowduo: OH MY GOD, TOMMY FELL OFF.

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Everyone, to Quackity: You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.

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Tubbo, carrying a large box: What would you say if I came home with a boxful of vigilante gadget-worthy scrap metal one day?

Alliumduo: ...What's in the box.

Alliumduo: What's in the box Tubbo.

Tubbo: I think you know.

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Eret: Michael McChill asked me if there was even a remote possibility there's a mole feeding the villain Silver Tongue inside information, and I said "No".

Eret: You know, like a liar.

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Tina: I'm going to defeat you with the power of friendship!

Tina: And this knife I found!

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George: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

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Eret: If you can't beat them, dress better than them.

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Both Ranboo and Fundy, at some point: Turns out the bad vibes I was feeling were actually extreme psychological distress.

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Schlatt: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

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Fundy: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...

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Ponk: I'm gonna need a human skull, and I can't have you ask any questions why.

Kristin: Only if you also don't ask why.

Kristin: (Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls)

Kristin: Take your pick.

Ponk:

Kristin:

Ponk: This one is fine.

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[Part 2] [Part 3]

#btw I currently have enough for three posts of similar length #Lilly's dsmp superpower au #tommyinnit #dream smp #dsmp #technoblade #wilbur soot #purpled #philza #tubbo #ranboo #erynstreams #eryn cyberonix #aimsey #eret #antfrost #misstrixtin #mumza #punz #awesamdude #hannahxxrose #tinakitten #foolish gamers #niki nihachu #captain puffy #skeppy #badboyhalo #there's a limited number of tags I can add apparently so I can't tag everyone :( #Lilly tries to meme

[brick-a-doodle-do]

not quite ready (ii)

hello hello!! i tried to get it out by 11:59 but it’s 12:01 rn </3

 i wrote this while eating the same bag of wilbur buds as before 😎

(part one)

tw: swearing, mention of fatal vore/fatal mouthplay, panic attacks, general panic, mention of death

wc: 2.1k

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Chest heaving up and down, there was not a moment where Wilbur didn’t feel terrified. Anger stood aside it proudly, but it couldn’t be shown over fearful tears that now steadily fell from his worried eyes. Wilbur scrambled to the back of the bag, as if trying to get away from the human, somehow. Silenced sobs escaped him as he realized the human seemed intrigued from the outside. Even if the boy didn’t truly feel such a thing, the unbroken gaze he had on Wilbur was everything but comforting.

The bag wrinkled as the kid shifted it in his grip. Wilbur flinched at this.

“What the fuck?” the boy mumbled to himself softly. The human huffed shakily and spoke again, “Um, hello.”

Wilbur’s chest continued to rise and fall rapidly. He dug his nails into the chocolates below him, a fresh wave of pain running through him as it began to sting at the tips of his fingers. Wilbur didn’t dare utter a word as he continued to stare at the boy, who he had taken a brief moment of pause to study him. Blond curls and blue eyes, nothing particularly special about him.

 “Woah, um, calm- calm down. I won’t hurt you,” the kid said quietly, like he truly was trying to be comforting. His desire to have the blond be an innocent guy who simply didn’t know what he was walking into stayed in the front of his mind, his entire self begging for it to be true. Either way, the fact that they still had yet to break their stares was concerning, and Wilbur grew uncomfortable. His tears still continuously fell, his eyes now presumably puffy from it.

He’d stumbled far back from the edge of his panic attack by now, though he still felt as if he were frozen in place. Stunned with a gun, it felt like.

Wilbur sniffled, his eyes now stinging from the cry. He continued to sit in wait, praying to whoever there was that the human would say something soon.

—

Tommy felt frozen. He studied the frazzled tiny, concern in his eyes. Tears streamed down the brunet’s face, his quick breaths turning into a session of hyperventilation. His hands itched to pull the tiny from his old “home” and hold him, to ensure that safety was now there. But, instead, he took into thought the fear this guy felt and kept his hands to himself by simply shifting the bag in his hands again to fulfill any instincts he had.

He swallowed nervously, noticing painfully well how panicked the tiny was. “It’s okay–um–do you want to be let out? Can- Can I let you out? I’m going to let you out.” Tommy exhaled, shuffling the bag so he could set it down. But, before he could, the tiny was gasping out a response, 

“Don’t touch me, you bastard!”

The man tried to cower back further in the bag, and Tommy frowned. “I’m not going to,” he said. “I’m going to tilt the bag.”

And he did just that, setting it down so he could get a better grip on it from the back. He didn’t pay attention to the brunet inside as he slowly let it tilt to the side, lowering ever-so-slowly to make sure he wouldn’t risk an injury. Finally, the bag fully reached the surface of the coffee table and Tommy drew his hand away. He kept his hands neatly folded in his lap, trying his hardest to put down any instincts he had.

There were a few moments of quiet, where only the bustling streets of New York could be heard from outside. He patiently waited, letting his mind wander so time could pass. He couldn’t blame the tiny, he wouldn’t trust himself either. And especially being trapped in a void for so long, even if fresh air was refreshing, the outside world was still more than frightening. Maybe. Tommy can’t really say he understands.

—

Outside. Truthfully, Wilbur didn’t expect to see it again. Freedom from this hellhole was only a few steps away. Cool air wafted into the bag, adding a hint of freshness to the clammy, sweet air inside. Wilbur let his hands fall from where they were placed against chocolates for support when his world tilted. He shifted up, steadying himself. He hadn’t stood in a while, and certainly not on even ground. It felt surreal to not have a rocky, uneven ground. Wilbur only took a few steps forwards. Two problems stood ahead of him. One: the fact that the human was waiting expectantly for him to come out (or so he assumes), and two: his severe lack of trust for said human.

But…then again, he craves the thing that is only a few feet away. He can deal with humans, he’s done it before. And that’s how he got in this situation in the first place.

Wilbur shuddered, running a hand through his hair. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and continued the steady journey out, placing one foot in front of the other slowly. 

One step more and he was at the edge, only an inch away from the wooden surface that was the table. Wilbur could practically feel the humans’ gaze on him, even inside. Which is why he hesitated for a bit; he grew uncomfortable. 

Eventually, though, he did muster up the strength to leave. And, when he did, he didn’t feel that barrier snap like he thought he would. It was just simply anticlimactic. 

Now that he was out, the fresh air hit him more than it had before. It felt nice, and he was almost calm. If it wasn’t for the large blue eyes that stared into his soul, he might’ve been. When Wilbur noticed it, he jumped. Scrambling backwards and ignoring his relieved thoughts to make room for his new concern. “How- how long have you been in there?” 

A question he didn’t quite know the answer to. Everything in the void was more or less just a scramble of time. It could’ve been years, months, or even weeks. It sure as hell felt like decades, though. 

Wilbur shrugged, stepping back again. He studied the human’s hands, which he saw were safely placed in his lap, unmoving. He found comfort in that. “What, do you mean you don’t know?” 

He nodded, mumbling, “It’s been a while.”

Despite his attempts not to meet the human’s gaze, he still kept wandering back to it. He looked unnecessarily concerned for Wilbur’s small form, his brows pinched together like someone had hurt a dear friend of his. Wilbur wondered what his intentions were, because there was no way in hell he just was oblivious to everything. Maybe the reason his hands were so still was because he was trying to suppress the urge to swipe him from the table and eat him. He’s a kid, he’s undoubtedly got new instincts that he doesn’t know about, there’s no way in hell that his mind isn’t buzzing with thoughts that told him to destroy Wilbur’s life with a single bite. It has to be.

“Hey, calm yourself,” the human brought him out of whatever focus he’d gone into, and suddenly Wilbur realized that hands were coming for him. Shit, shit, shit– he tried to scramble back further, out of reach, but before he could, there was a pale hand resting against his back and lifting him away from the hard surface. Wilbur’s tears returned, somehow still coming out steadily despite the amount of times he’s found himself sobbing this evening alone. 

“Shit, put me fucking down! I told you not to touch me–fuck, let me go!” Wilbur squirmed uncomfortably in the human’s grip, although only a thumb lay gently over his torso to keep him securely in place, it still felt as if there were hundreds of chains attached to his small body. He put his hands on the human’s thumb and tried to push up, but he only let out a gasp of air and released the tension in his body as he fell back against the skin surrounding him. “I don’t want- I don’t want this to happen again, please–” he pleaded. His heavy chest returned for the third time that night and he tried everything he could to get it to go back to normal. 

“Breathe, I’m not putting you back in there.” 

“Then put me down, I don’t want to be fucking held!”

The kid didn’t oblige. “What’s your name?” he instead asked. Wilbur huffed out a ‘what’ and stared up with a puzzled expression. His heart still pounded in his ears. 

“What’s your name?” the blond repeated himself, still making no move to put Wilbur down.

“That’s not–what?”

“I don’t know how to be more clear. I want to know your name.”

Wilbur wiped at his eyes, cringing at the way tears were still effortlessly falling down his face. He coughed from the sobs, trying to decide whether or not he should answer. On one hand, there was no problem with doing so, however, on the other, the prick won’t let him down but he’s okay with asking him a personal question. 

He swallowed, almost coughing it back up. “Wilbur,” he replied. 

“Hi, Wilbur. I’m Tommy.” 

Oddly enough, things slowed down. His heartbeat still subtly played on repeat in his ears, and he still felt a few loose tears drip to his chin, but everything felt calmer. He sniffled again, taking in the time to study everything about the face that was too close for his liking. Wilbur soon felt himself collide with the coffee table again. Too caught up in Tommy’s features, he hadn’t noticed that he finally was getting what he wanted.

Wilbur took several steps back after Tommy returned his hands to where they previously were in his lap. They stared at each other for a moment longer, before the human’s eyes went wide. Wilbur furrowed his brows, but instantly understood when Tommy’s eyes flicked from the bag to the tiny. “Are you–” Tommy cut himself off when Wilbur nodded. Personally, he found the joke everything but funny. And even though the human who’d come up with it, and that human’s co-workers, Tommy didn’t seem all that amused. “Jesus, man, hat’s fucking shitty.”

—

Tommy had a sneaking suspicion that Wilbur had a bad past with humans. And although he had several unanswered questions circling around in his mind, he knew that it would be better to save them for another time. 

So, instead of letting his curiosity show, he stood up. “It’s late,” he mentioned, swaying the conversation in a different direction. He saw Wilbur nod, then spoke again, “do you want me to make you a bed? Or–” 

“You’re not going to, uh, y'know...” he trailed off. Tommy stopped moving, coking his head. “–eat me?” the tiny finished. 

His heart dropped, a weird feeling entering him. “No! No, no, uh, I don’t do that stuff.”

He saw Wilbur visibly relax, and he allowed himself to move again. He tried to run through his mind of any place in the suite that had something suitable for the smaller while walking away from where the tiny was. Tommy’s initial spot was next to him, but he ruled that out quickly after remembering the two panic attacks Wilbur had in less than ten minutes. He entered his bedroom.

Eventually, he settled on a spare pillow he’d found in a closet. He’d just have to make sure he turned the heat on for the main body of the hotel room. Tommy approached the couch again, the soft cushion now in his grip. “I found this. I can put the heat on, if you want.”

“No. I don’t like the heat anymore,” he said, cracking a smile—a sad one, but still a smile all the same—for the first time that evening, burying the last of his fear until further use. Tommy returned the soft grin and set the pillow on the couch, positioning it as a stall. While the table would be a better option for Wilbur’s sake, Tommy had a weird feeling in him telling him to make sure that the tiny couldn’t get hurt. He still didn’t really understand whatever this protective feeling over the small guy was, but he did know that it was oddly annoying.

Tommy turned and crouched. He rested his hands flat on the table, allowing Wilbur to make the first move, rather than him. 

He watched as Wilbur debated it, eyes going from Tommy, to his hands, to the pillow. The tiny nodded to himself, then, slowly, arrived at Tommy’s unmoving hand. He stepped onto it, still unsure. He waited, letting Wilbur get completely comfortable before he moved from the table to the couch.

And, with movements slowed, he reached the pillow. His palms split and Wilbur slipped onto the pillow. As the brunet got situated, he mumbled a thank you. Tommy nodded shortly and stood up. “G’night,” he said, flipping the light switch off before disappearing into his room.

— 

Neither of them slept that night. They just stared at the dark ceiling above them while letting their minds wander.

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#wilbur chocolate au #brickfic #mw #giant!tommy #tiny!wilbur #g!tommy #t!wilbur #mcyt g/t #dream smp g/t #dsmp g/t #g/t #gt #dream smp gt #mcyt gt #dsmp gt #giant/tiny #g/t writing #DJSFGEF I WROTE THIS TOO QUICKLY I'M SORRY #STILL I HOPE EVERYONE LIKES THIS #not quite ready

[ax-y10]

The Zones Of Regulation

In which- You struggle a bit, and Mr. Soot is able to help

A/n: Literally just an au I have for Wilbur (guidance! Wilbur), Based off when I went into the guidance counsellor office when for my fucked up sleep schedule.

Chapter info : basically a vent of my own life, Wilbur being a supportive guy, one swear, Wilbur is 26 and reader is 17, isn't a teacher x student because yuck, teacher! Wilbur, student! reader, really long, hope it's alright.

Masterlist:

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Usually you enjoy rainy days. Why was today so god damn shitty?

First, you forgot to hand in your Agriculture assignment. Then, you had two classes in the one space for History. you failed my math test next. And, to top it off, you got your seating plan changed in English because kids were being idiots. HOW MUCH WORSE CAN IT GET!

You had an appointment with the guidance counsellor that you were meant to see last week (that never happened) so it got rescheduled to today. It was about your home life but descended into your sleeping habits. At least Mr. Soot was always up for a chat.

Making your way up the stairs, you heard other kids talking about you. "Look at them" "What are they doing?" "Where are their friends?" "Ha. Sook".

Reaching the door, you knock rapidly, hoping that you didn't get the wrong time. A seperate teacher, Ms. Campbell, greeted you and invited you in.

"Who do you need, sweetheart?" She asked politely, not wanting to disturb your already frantic self.

"Is Mr. Soot available by any chance. I have an appointment with him." you respond, on the verge of tears.

"He's currently talking with another student. He won't be too long. Have a seat in his office for now." She informs.

"Alright, thank you." You nod, before walking through the short maze called the guidance block and finding a seat in his office.

His office was decorated nicely, with distractions and calming senses for the tough conversations, and coping mechanisms for stressful situations. Many colours were visible throughout the space, from vermilions and oranges to navy blues and purples. He had fidget toys next to the seats, including fidget cubes, cards, kinetic sand etc. It was a very calming space to say the least.

Waiting patiently, munching on a small chocolate bar your friend gave you, he walks in.. looking different than usual.

Usually he is wearing a yellow sweater, his black jeans, his casual dress shoes and a beige jacket, with a beanie sat atop his head.

Today, though, he's wearing a random cream sweater with grey sweatpants resting on his hips, random converse and a white collared shirt underneath the sweater, missing the beanie that you always sought comfort in.

"Hello, Y/n. Glad your here," He says with the sweetest smile you've ever seen, compared to his usual droopy smile when he's on playground duty.

He gestured towards the fidgets next to you, noticing you picking and scratching at the sides of your fingers, clearly nervous.

"How is it going?" He asks quietly, almost at a whisper, knowing how this sort of stuff can upset you easily.

Your usual visits to the guidance block usually resulted in having to be walked back to class, tissues in your grasp, half an hour late to class. And you knew this visit wouldn't be different.

Eyes drifting around the room, desperately trying to detour the conversation another way, not wanting to pour your emotions onto him. 'But that's his job. To deal with people like you.'

Tears pricking at your eyes, he notices your uncomfortable state and directs the conversation another way.

"So-" he pauses, "how's your cats, Daisy and Twix? Are they alright?" He asks, earning a slight chuckle from you.

"They're alright, yeah. They're having a lot of fun at my dad's house. Dad loves animals, so he adores Daisy and Twix." You smile, as he watches you, making sure you are actually alright.

"Hows your mum? If you want to talk about it? I'm not forcing anything." He reassures.

A tear slips from your eye. Fuck.

"She's alright. Nothing has changed between us but at least I'm getting better. Getting away from her behaviours. Not having to bottle up my emotions anymore. I'm safer at dad's now. He understands. She doesn't. I got help from Ms. Thornton about a month ago, when you weren't available and she gave me strategies-"

Another tear.

And another.

And here it comes.

The floodgates open and he's on the ground infront of you, calming you down.

"It's alright, sweetheart. You don't have to continue if you don't want to. Would you like me to talk about some things?" He asks, not needing to, knowing you love anything to calm your stressful states.

"Please-" a shaky breath, "Please sing?"

And almost immediately, he starts singing your favourite song. You told him about it at the very first appointment with him. Starting the first lyric, his voice soothed you immediately, 'Cigarette Daydreams' runs past his lips and into your ears.

He was musically talented and often taught the music class, which you were in. You'd stay behind with him and talk about everything. His music, how you're learning how to play the guitar, how different instruments and music platforms work. But they always ended in you asking to sit with his guitar and strum a few chords, showing him what you've learnt so far. And you recently started learning "Jubilee Line', a song he wrote. You enjoyed it so much, and he sat on a desk in front of you, helping you if you stuffed it up.

You zoned out halfway through him singing, playing with a new fidget he had placed next to the chair. He placed his hands on either side of your legs and stood up, walking back over to his chair, and seating himself again.

"Do you want to keep talking, or do you want to head back to class? The bell went off 2 minutes ago." He'd asked, and you rapidly shook your head. He was a great comfort to you and you had a few more things to talk about.

You talked about how you are scared to tell your family a myriad of things because of their beliefs, how you a scared of what is going to happen in the future, and before you knew it, he was guiding you back to class, and letting you walk in, watching you to make sure you were alright.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur #teacher! wilbur #student! reader #fluff #guidance counsellation

[romancingdaffodils]

Pictures and Portraits

part 2 :)

AHHHHHH!!

artist!wilbur x reader

thank u jade and lilly for helping me out with writing how to paint :)

and ofc jade for naming it !!!!!

I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY THIS PART TWO I GENUINELY LOVE THIS AU SMM

real ones order hot chocolates from cafes

You were stood outside the café, waiting for Wil. He wasn’t late, you were ridiculously early. You felt a little stupid, all dolled up to go to a cafe. You couldn’t help it, you so desperately wanted to impress Wilbur. He had appeared a little early too, a soft smile spreading across his face. You looked so perfect, he thought so anyway.

“It’s freezing, dove, how long have you been here?”

Your stomach twisted, he’d called you ‘dove’ again. You didn’t really know why he was so kind to you. Or why ‘dove’ was making you so flustered.

“y/n?” he spoke again, smirking down at you. A soft laugh left his lips, it was teasing. You didn’t mind.

“Um, not long.” you lie, you lie so clearly.

“Yeah? You’re not a great liar. Come on, let’s go inside.” he responded, pushing the door open. He then led you toward a table in the corner, obviously familiar with the place. Two armchairs, sat across from each other and a small coffee table placed between. It was so pretty. It was so Wilbur. You both sat down, looking at each other and smiling.

“This place is so cute.”

“You think? It’s my friend’s. This is actually where we have our lovejoy meetings.”

“Lovejoy?”

“Oh, that group of artists.”

“Oooh! This seems like a fitting place to meet.”

“Yeah, it was Ash who found it actually, we ended up befriending the owner. Um, if you look over there, the- the library painting. That’s mine. The one next to it, that’s Joe’s.” he said, pointing across the cafe. He turned his head to look back at you every few seconds, he makes a mental note to tell you how gorgeous you look.

“Wow.” you said, completely in awe at the talent that was displayed across the walls.

“Wow indeed.” he wasn’t looking at the paintings, he was staring directly at you. “You look - irresistible, by the way.” he added, eyes never leaving your face once.

You took in a sharp inhale, and almost screamed. He’d used the same words you had described his art with. He thought you were far more beautiful than any painting he could create.

“Thank you.” you mumbled, not meeting his eyes. “You look, very nice, too. Handsome even.” you said, more clearly this time. He brightened up in response, smiling wide. His eyes wrinkled, he looked perfect.

“Thanks, dove.”

You giggled, he laughed.

“Where’s that come from? ‘Dove’?” you asked. You knew that he knew it was completely eating you alive, that your stomach was doing 360s and your face was getting hot. He never once mentioned it. Though, you had a feeling he would soon tease you about your state.

“I hadn’t quite finished the sketch when you saw it. There was a pigeon behind you, but that didn’t feel very romantic. I decided on dove instead.” he explained, he was attempting to stretch out his legs. It ended with him having to push his chair back, you laughed.

“They are both birds.” you said, smiling wide at him. You weren’t going to give him the pleasure of a reaction anymore, or at least you’d try not to.

“Do you want any food?” he asked, turning round to look at the menu. It was scrawled on blackboards above the counter.

“Share a cookie with me?” you offered, looking at him. He nodded, standing up to go and order.

“And what drink?”

“Hot chocolate…?”

“Okay.” he responded, before quickly walking to the counter. You hadn’t noticed how quiet the cafe was before, you were too infatuated with Wilbur. There were a few other people dotted around, most alone reading books with a big mug of coffee. You could imagine Wilbur sitting in here, trying to look for inspiration. It was a very Wil place.

He returned a few moments later after a brief conversation with the barista, he was holding a plate with the cookie on it.

“She insisted on bringing our drinks over herself, got the cookie though.” he said, as he placed down the cookie. He sat down and looked at you, smiling. “I got you something, by the way.” he added, still looking at you.

“Oh? You did? I’m sorry, I didn’t get you anything.” you said, looking a little guilty.

“That’s okay, I didn’t ask you to.” he replied, reaching into his bag. He fumbled around with whatever had been shoved in there before pulling out a piece of paper. He slid the piece of paper across the table, you picked it up with out thinking. Turning over the paper, you were greeted with an incredible drawing. It was you. Your heart was about to burst.

“I’m sorry if it doesn’t look right, when you sent me the picture last night I couldn’t not. I mean it when I say you’re gorgeous.” he said, tapping his leg. He was so nervous, you made him so nervous.

You were awestricken. “It’s perfect, Wil. You’re so talented. Oh my god, how do you do it? You make me look so, so-“

“Captivating?”

“Exactly!”

“It’s because you are, love.”

“No-“

“Yes. You are. You’re so enchanting, the worst part is you don’t even realise it.”

“Your artwork is incredible.”

“Thank you.” he replied, looking over to the woman who was now walking toward you with drinks. You hadn’t noticed yet, you were admiring the paper in your hand. It was a picture you had sent whilst explaining how to use your camera.

“Here’s your drinks. I’m Shelby by the way.” the barista smiled at you, placing down your hot chocolate and Wil’s tea. You finally looked up to the barista, ripping your eyes away from the drawing. You decided you would frame it, it was too pretty not to. The barista was gorgeous; she had a big smile and eye-catching hair.

“Shelb owns the cafe, she’s the reason we have our meetings here.” Wilbur added, looking over to you. You were still in some sort of daze; you just continued to smile at Shelby.

“I’m y/n.” you said, placing Wil’s drawing down on the table. The paper was far away from any drinks because, you would much rather die than damage the artwork.

“Oh, trust me. I know.” Shelby said, her face had morphed into a cocky smirk. You didn’t understand what was going on as Wil’s face gained a pink tinge and Shelb laughed.

“What?” you questioned, convinced they had some inside joke at your expense.

“Nothin-“ Wilbur began before he was quickly shut down by the girl.

“Wil hasn’t shut up about you since you met. It’s been nonstop since yesterday. Wait until you meet Joe, he’ll tell you all about it.” she said, before quickly making her escape. Wilbur did not look happy. You laughed and smiled up at him, finally having some leverage over the man who made you so incredibly flustered.

“Don’t look at me like that.” he said, deadpanning at you. He thought your happiness was cute really.

“Look at you like what?!” you asked, feigning offence and cluelessness.

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” he stated as he moved to pick up his tea. You smirked at him and he raised both his eyebrows, a sign of ‘you’re treading on thin ice’. “So, dove, tell me, are you free tonight?”

He had the upper hand again, you felt as though you were about to melt into the seat. To be honest, you wouldn’t have minded.

“Yes, I am.”

“Come to mine, please? I need a model.”

“A model?”

“Yes. I want to paint you. It’s fine if you don’t want to.”

“No! Nono, I want to. I, just, are you sure you really want me to model?”

“Y/n, you’re sat here, all dolled up. It’s a tiny café, it’d be a waste if you didn’t let me paint you. I never want to forget how gorgeous you look.” Wilbur replied, shrugging his shoulders. Leaning forward, he grabbed his mug of tea and took a few sips. He looked directly at you, so much so you were sure he could see into your soul. You felt completely smothered in adoration, as though he thought you were the prettiest person in the world. He did. You also picked up your drink, trying desperately hard not to get the whipped cream on your face as you took sips.

You ended up saying in the cafe for an hour and a half. You’d argue it was the best hour and a half of your life. Wilbur had paid, and then led you out of the cafe and towards his own flat. He had hold of your hand.

Wilbur. Was. Holding. Your. Hand.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Feeling your intertwined fingers sent a tingling sensation across your body, it was incredible. Wilbur was so insensitive, how dare he be so nice to you. So sweet. You felt undeserving of his care, he felt the same way of yours. Two idiots, walking down the street after the best date of their lives. It was so perfect. Undeniably perfect.

Upon arriving at his flat, he dropped your hand to open the door. There was a small look of regret in his eyes, you smiled up at him, it was gone.

“Sorry about any mess.” Wilbur said as he pushed open the door, and flicked on the lights. It was so cozy. Shades of amber, brown and beige swirling together in his living room. You noticed the odd bit of green and yellow.

“Cute.” you said simply, looking over to Wil who was making his way over to a different room. You followed him through to the room, you were met with paper stuck across the walls. Unfinished paintings and drawings, some finished sketches awaiting the artists brush. An easel stood lone in the centre of the room, a canvas ready to be graced with his masters work. A canvas ready to be graced with you.

“It’s actually messy in here, you can sit on that stool.” he laughed lightly after he spoke, stacking up paper as he cleared off the counter tops in the room. He moved the stool towards you, directly in front of the easel. “It might take a few hours, you sure you’re alright with it?” he questioned, head tilted as he looked over to you, pallet in hand.

“Mhmm!” you replied, nodding your head as you took a seat on the stool. You tried to sit as comfortably as possible whilst still looking pretty. Wil laughed and shook his head, walking over to you and repositioning you. He tilted your head, hand delicately cupping the side of your face. His thumb stoking your cheek, an action that probably lasted too long. He dragged himself away, literally, as he decided that you were sat correctly. “Comfortable?” he prompted, moving back to his canvas.

“Yup..!” you could barely muster up a response. He had handled you like porcelain, as if he could break you at any moment. He probably could. You didn’t mind though, you didn’t mind at all. You were sat on the stool, knees pushed together and head facing the corner of his room. You had a view of some of his sketches, you couldn’t believe he hated them.

“Good.” he hummed, beginning the rough sketch of you. You could barely see Wil, but made do with the little flickers of him you could grasp.

After about ten minutes of sketching he picked up his pallet, laying down the colours he needed. “I need to get new paints, they’re down to their last life.” he said, squeezing the near empty tube. You laughed, attempting to keep as still as possible. “I’ll let you know when you don’t have to be like a statue. It shouldn’t be too long, just as soon as I get the colours blocked out.” he added, content with your hum as a response.

Your eyes moved around as you watched him paint, the brush stroked elegantly against the canvas. He looked breathtaking. His hand was steady and his eyes were narrow, pure concentration. Every so often, when he looked up to you, his reference, your eyes would meet. He’d give you a smile and continue his work. Biting down on his lip, he moved slowly and carefully. He moved with the same care he had shown you before.

After three hours of precise actions and small conversations, he was finished. He took a few steps back, checking the artwork matched his gorgeous muse. He smiled. “We’re done, dove.” he said, looking over to you. He said it as though it were a joint effort, you knew he had done all the hard work really. You moved your head and smiled at him, obviously tired. His eyes flicked around your face, he tilted his head trying to read your emotions.

“I’m hungry. But, let me see!!” you replied, you had almost forgotten what the past three hours had been spent doing. You’d zoned out whilst watching Wilbur work, off in a land of daydreams. Day dreams that definitely weren’t about him.

“We can get food.” he replied, before turning round the easel. Truthfully, he was scared you’d hate it. That you’d insult him, and his work. You didn’t. You would never. You were at a loss for words, completely taken aback by how astounding the painting was.

“Oh, Wilbur.” you began, looking up at him. You admired both him and the art work, how had you been so lucky. “It’s incredible. Words can’t describe how perfect it is - how perfect you are.” you continued, standing up and looking more closely at the canvas.

“Really?” he said, smiling down at you. He’d moved round the easel to stand next to you, he didn’t look at his artwork, only at you.

“Really! Oh, look at it Wil. So pretty.” you replied, a wide smile plastered over your face.

“So pretty.” he repeated, his eyes not leaving you once. “y/n, I’d really like to keep seeing you. Um, can we go out again, maybe like Saturday?” he swallowed after speaking, once again you had made him nervous.

“I’d really like to keep seeing you too. I should be free on Friday, what would you like to do?” you were in disbelief. Someone genuinely liked you, and that someone was Wilbur. Wilbur liked you. You turned to face him, your smile not faltering once.

“We’ve got an exhibition on, I’d love it if you came. They tend to be quite boring.”

“So I’ll get to see more of your work?”

“Of course. I won’t be selling this, by the way. Would you mind if I kept it?”

“I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Wilbur continued to look down at you, something different in his eyes. You couldn’t pin point what he was feeling, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. A knock at the door interrupted the moment, he frowned and mumbled something. You didn’t hear what he had said, simply following him through to his living room. “You can sit down.” he offered, walking toward the door and opening it. He was met with the faces of a few of his friends, Joe having been the one who knocked at the door.

“Hi Wi-“ Joe started.

“It’s 8pm, what do you want Joe?” Wilbur questioned, not opening his door fully. You were just out of view, not that he was hiding you. It was just, selfishly, Wilbur wanted to keep you to himself for as long as possible. You’d meet them at the exhibition, you didn’t need to meet them now.

You laughed, Wilbur smiled. His mouth quickly returned to a straight line as he looked down at his friends.

“Well, we were going to ask if you wanted to go to the pub with us. But, clearly you’ve got company already.” Joe’s tone sounded teasing. You could practically hear the smirk on his face, Wil shook his head.

“Yeah, I have company. Thanks for asking though.” he replied, his voice flat. Shelby must’ve told his friends that you two had left together, that was the conclusion he had coke to. “Okay, bye everyone.” he added, going to close his door.

“When will we meet them?!” Mark protested, you didn’t know their names yet, but you could hear the different voices.

“Bye.” Wilbur repeated, and closed the door on them. He shook his head once more as he moved to the lounge and collapsed on the couch next to you. He smiled at you, you laughed.

“That was mean.” you stated, turning your body to face him.

“I think they’ll recover.” he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“Still mean.”

“You still hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“You want takeaway?”

“Sure why not, do you want money?”

“Nono, it’s my treat, dove.”

#writing #please help #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x you #artist!wilbur #wilbur soot #i lobe them #AHHH

[angstyboodle]

Brain rotting a bedrock bros au where Tommy works late nights at a near by fast food place and Techno works throughout the day so he can be there when Tommy gets home or able to pick him up. They lived like this for years, ever since their parents up and left.

You what they say, it’s a choice to be a parent. Guess theirs decided to only be a parent until their eldest can legally take care of the baby of the family, that doesn’t matter. Techno can be a parent and an older brother, that’s his choice. It will always be his choice.

He also hates that Tommy works so late, hates it even more when he has to walk home from work. His kid brother would always brush off his concerns, saying he’s fine. Joke that if he were to be kidnapped they’d bring him back. Techno would roll his eyes, never finding the joke funny.

That’s the thing isn’t it, it was supposed to be a joke. Tommy was supposed to be home an hour ago. loudly telling Techno about his day, eating the dinner techno made and reheated for him. A plate of his own in front of him, as he nodded along to his little Brother’s chatting. That’s how things always went ever since Tommy started working, that’s how things are meant to stay until Tommy can provide for himself, graduate secondary school, went off to college or decided to move in with a few of his friends only to show up on Techno’s doorstep after a few months with some awful lie about why he has to move back. Because he’s to proud to admit they couldn’t afford rent or whatever.

…okay maybe that last one was his brain running a bit off it’s hinges, but you get the point.

Tommy isn’t home, he’s not by Techno at their cramped dinner table in their small apartment. It’s taken everything in himself not to go John Wick in an attempt to find its brother. He’s taken a less gory route for now, this would be his second loop to and from his home to Tommy’s work. He interrogated his coworkers, all of them confirming that Tommy left his place of work exactly at 10 pm with his usually cup of hot chocolate he takes home with him after every shift.

Techno can feel his world start to crumble as he desperately explains this to the dispatch officer. Not caring how the world will see him, as he all but screams out into the night begging for his little brother to come home.

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Tommy is scared, comfortable and warm, but still scared. He’s not locked in a basement, chains to walls or half beaten to death. Sure he was knocked out and now he has a nasty headache because of it. Maybe not being held in some dingy, gross place would make him feel better, but it doesn’t. It only scares him more as he glares at the bedroom door. It’s locked, and his shoulder hurts from when he tried to ram his body into it. His face feels tight from the tears he definitely didn’t cry as begged anyone to hear him, to save him. Begging Techno to come and help, wanting nothing more then to see his big brother.

He ignores the heaviness that settles into his chest. Kicking himself for being so stupid, he should have called his brother, hell even call Skeppy and ask for a ride. If Techno wasn’t home, Skeppy has never said no to him, and probably never will. Sure he may tease and make fun, but when Techno and him needed anything Skeppy and his family would always be there to give a helping hand.

A fresh wave of tears well in his eyes as he wishes he could go back in time. It’s not fair, why him? Why couldn’t he have just been able to go home to his brother. The door handle to the room clicks and Tommy freezes. Head shooting up in time to see a two people stand in the doorway. He can feel their eyes on him, it makes his skin crawl.

“See dad, a new son!” One says, there’s not enough light to see which one.

He pales. Nothing is said but a hum, but that doesn’t matter as tears stream down his face.

Son? He doesn’t have a dad, not anymore. He has an older brother who would do anything for him, he doesn’t need a dad.

“Wilbur, we talked about this.” The time is scolding, slightly amused. Like he’s taking about being surprised with a stray dog and not a kidnapped child.

“I know, but I can see how an empty nest has been affecting you. So, look at it this way, you get a new son, and I get a brother!” He assumes Wilbur says.

Tommy is scared shitless, but he can feel his anger bubble under his skin. Staring at the two with a mix of horror and fury. Upset that they think they can just take him away from his home, and talk about him like he’s some fucking pet.

“What the fuck are you talking about!?” Tommy shouts, curling tightly in on himself. “I have a brother! I don’t need a stupid fucking dad! Let me go home!”

The air suddenly felt tense, the silence deafening. But he glares at the two, refuses to back down. He wishes he was at home, one hug from Techno and everything will be alright.

“He’s a brave, I’ll give him that.” Not Wilbur says, in a tone he can’t quite describe.

Tommy wants to scream, he wants to sob and cry, he wants to be held tightly in Techno’s arms. And strangely he wishes for his parents, wanting to hear his mom whisper her reassurances. Wanting to feel his dad’s steady presence, he cries more.

“When my brother finds me, you’ll pay. He will make sure you pay.” He sobs into his knees.

He can hear a set of footsteps, suddenly feeling like a deer about to be ambushed.

“Look at me mate.” It’s not asking.

He looks up, not wanting to find out what would happen if he didn’t.

He’s met with red, crimson, like freshly spilled blood. He feels his heart stop for a moment, suddenly unable to get in a proper breath. His fear leaving him paralyzed at he looks into the eyes of a creature that is supposed to be a myth.

He hears it laugh, before speaking again. “I would like to see him try, after all these centuries, maybe someone can finally get close to killing me.”

And all Tommy can do is stare off into space, realizing he might never get to see his big brother again.

#bedrock bros #sbi au #sbi fic #tw kidnapping #tw dark sbi #sand duo are vampires #mcyt fandom

[plant-gt-thought-box]

Trip Back Home

Hoi!!! This is the second chapter for me and @jkknight98 AU where making together! I really hope all of you enjoy it!

TW- Mention of child neglect and bullying

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Tommy woke up with a jolt as he heard loud thunder ringing throughout the cave he and the giants where staying in, he quickly climbed out of Techno's cape (which he had been using as a bed) and moved closer to the pink haired Giant. He squeezed his way underneath Techno's hand desperately trying to block out the thunder as it continued to rage outside.

The blonde yelped as the giant fingers slowly curled around him and he was slowly lifted up into the air, he curled up into a ball as he was held in front of a giant red eye that looked directly at him. "Kid…what are you doing up this late?"

Tommy looked away from Techno desperately trying to hide his fear and stop himself from flinching as more thunder went off outside, he quickly came up with a good lie. "I-I thought something touched me in my sleep! I thought it might have been a centipede so I came over to you hoping you would scare it off!"

"Oh…ok" Tommy grabbed onto Techno's shirt as he was placed on the giant shoulder and watched him start shaking out his cape, shaking out a few small bugs that had crawled into the cape and quickly scared away. Techno started making the cape back into a nice little bed.

"There. Now go back to bed run-" Tommy screamed as he heard more thunder go off and hid behind some of Techno's hair, he took in deep breaths desperately trying to calm down as a giant hand slowly wrapped around him and pulled him out of Techno's hair. Tommy looked up at the giant trembling and sniffling.

Techno gently set the kid back down in his cape and grabbed their flint & steel getting their campfire set back up, he kicked his brother in the side instantly waking the avian up and earning an annoyed squawk from him. He looked over at Tommy and quickly set up looking a bit annoyed.

'Fuck now there going to make fun of him and get mad at him for waking everyone up and-' 

"Techno I'm making some s'mores, ask the child if he wants any." Wilbur grumbled out as he reached into his backpack and pulled out a giant bag of fluffy marshmallows and a few bars of chocolate, Tommy watched closely as the giant grabbed a nearby stick and stuck a few marshmallows on it, starting to hold it over they're small campfire.

The blonde suddenly felt something poke his back and looked up at Techno slowly nodding his head and confirming he did in fact want some s'mores, he watched as Techno copied Wilbur getting a few marshmallows on a stick and starting to roast them as well, snuggled into the cape around him watching as the marshmallows slowly turned a golden brown. The sweet smell of burnt sugar was very strong as one of the marshmallows fell into the fire and just continued burning.

"Why did the kid wake up?" Wilbur asked as he placed the marshmallows between his two graham crackers and piece of chocolate, he looked over at Tommy as he took a bite out of the s'more showing off his sharp pointy teeth. "Did the child have a lil nightmare?"

Tommy quickly set up in the cape glaring back at the giant avian "I am not a child! And I didn't have a fucking nightmare dickhead!"

The two giants just stared down at Tommy a bit surprised with his outburst, Techno started chuckling as Wilbur just continued glaring daggers at Tommy.

"Don't raise your voice at me human." Wilbur growled out as he started making another s'more.

Techno just continued chuckling as he placed a giant s'more down in front of Tommy and began making his own smore "Oh don't be mean to the kid, you shouldn't have provoked him in the first place."

"Provoked- I was just asking him a question!" Wilbur growled out.

"Well also insulting him." Techno pointed out carefully setting this more he had made down in front of Tommy, he watched closely as the kid claimed out of his cape and broke off small chunks of the Giants more quickly gobbling it down.

Wilbur finished making his own s'more and started grumbling as he ate it still glaring at Tommy, the avian softened his gaze a little when he saw the kid flinch at the loud thunder outside. Great, the kid is scared of thunder. Fantastic.

"Don't eat so fast, your s'mores are not going to run off on you." Techno commented as he gently grabbed the back of Tommy's shirt and pulled him away from the Giants, hoping to get the kid to slow down.

Tommy didn't really listen and just continued making grabby hands at his food, his sugar high already kicking in "But I want itttttt! I've never gotten to eat food like this! Please? Please please please!?"

Techno just stared at the kid with a neutral expression as he begrudging let the kid go and watch as Tommy basically dove into his Giants more only his lower half sticking out of the gooey marshmallow as he ate it from the inside out, the piglin shook his head at the site as Wilbur started quietly chuckling trying to hide the small smile on his face.

Well Tommy devoured his s'more Techno and Wilbur quietly chatted with each other in a language the human didn't know, if his face wasn't stuffed with s'mores Tommy would probably be curious of what they were talking about but he was starting to get way too whacked on sugar to care.

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"You have to admit he is far too skinny for his own good Wilbur, he looks like a twig for crying out loud!" Techno growled out in frustration talking in piglin. "That is not a healthy size for any human and you know it. You've seen some of the humans Me and Dream have captured and none of them looked as scrawny as the kid."

"Well to be honest that's not a fair comparison for the kid considering those humans were giant hunters…but I guess you do make a good point, especially when you watch him eat he's acting like his food is going to just disappear from under him!" Wilbur added, sparing a small glass towards Tommy and wrinkling his nose up in disgust as he watched the kid playing out of the s'more covered in marshmallows and now starting to eat the cracker, he quickly looked away from the kid shivering in disgust.

"Still. The kid obviously didn't come from the best place if they let him get that skinny." Techno grumbled a bit looking over at the kid and noticing that they were now exploring the cave a little, probably trying to wear off some energy from the sugar.

"Or he's just skinny for a human, how about we just ask the kid instead of talking about it? It might actually get us somewhere." Wilbur commented as he saw from the corner of his eye the kid looking at his bag and admiring the small emerald hanging off of it. The avian cleared his throat quickly getting the kids attention and switching back over to the human tongue. "So Tommy, where are you originally from?"

The blonde looked a bit startled at the question and stared down at the ground not answering for a few minutes "I-I'm from the woods-"

"Don't lie to us now, human. We can tell you were in a town at some point with how much you reek of other humans, so just tell us the truth." Wilbur demanded a small glare forming on his face.

"Fine- I can from a small town on the outskirts of the woods, it sucked ass there so I ran away into the woods hoping to find a better place to live." Tommy blurted out crossing his arms and glaring back at Wilbur, his face turning a bit red out of frustration.

The avian found the small outburst a bite funny and decided to see if he could maybe get a bigger one. "Oh yeah? Is that why you're so scrawny? Were you guys having a food shortage or something?"

Tommy's face became even more red as he moved a bit closer to Wilbur, The blonde started yelling profanities as he protested loudly. "I am not scrawny! It's not my fault the kids at the orphanage would steal my food plates whenever I looked away or get me in trouble so I wasn't given anything!"

Wilbur's smirk quickly faded away as a look of concern crossed his face and Techno quickly reached over scooping the kid up into his hands and bringing them close to his chest, the piglin started doing his best to comfort the human as they squared around in his hands quietly yelling protest but eventually giving up. Wilbur flinched as his brother looked up at him with a harsh glare.

The brunettes simply looked away, staring at the ground and grumbling under his breath, he didn't mean to bring up bad memories for the kid! He just…

Once Tommy had calmed down a bit and they had cleaned the marshmallow off of his clothes and hair everyone decided to go back to sleep, Wilbur stayed up a bit later than everyone else watching the small human as they quickly fell asleep.

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Wilbur jolted out of his sleeping bag his ears twitching as he looked around the cave frantically, he looked over at his brother relieved to see him still sleeping but felt the feathers on his neck stand up when he didn't see the human curled up in his brother's cape. Fuck did the kid make a run for it?

The avian quietly got out of his sleeping bag taking a few steps out of the cave they were staying in and straining his ears trying to listen for anything to indicate where the kid had gone, Wilbur snapped his head when you heard a tiny scream and quickly took off towards it. That human better have not gotten himself killed.

It only took a few minutes for the small scream to become much louder as Wilbur got closer and closer to the human and what looks like a horde of gemfurems, and right in the middle of it was the small human- why the fuck does he his lucky emerald!?

Wilbur growled loudly as he took a few steps towards the horde getting the gemfurems attention instantly and watches as Tommy started running towards him, he went completely still as the kid hid behind one of his legs and the gemfurem tried chasing after him. Wilbur screeched loudly warning the gemfurem to back off.

Wilbur slowly reached down towards the ground scooping up the small human and bringing them up to his chest, he continued growling at the gemfurem watching as they started to cower and a few ran off. Prime he hated these knock off dragons lizards.

Once Wilbur felt like he was a good distance from the gemfurem he slowly turned around starting to walk back towards the cave they were staying in, he felt a shiver go down his spine when he felt something wet in his hand and looked down at the human and saw them crying…

"Why are you leaking? Did you get hurt or something?" Wilbur asked, using his clawed thumb to wipe at the kids face and getting rid of some of his tears.

"N-No! A-And I'm not crying! Your s-stupid bird eyes are playing a t-trick on you!" Tommy yelled, shoving at the appendage still holding the emerald close to his chest. Wilbur scoffed as he gently took the emerald away from the kid with no resistance from the human.

"Mhm sure they are, why were you out here with my emerald?" Wilbur pride as they walked back into the cave and he walked over to a sleeping bag sitting down on it.

"Those stupid lizards stole it! I was trying to get it back but then a bunch of them showed up and- and-" Tommy tried explaining as he continued to cry, seeming to be quite overwhelmed at the moment, Wilbur brought the kid close to his chest and gently rubbed his back trying to help him calm down.

"Take deep breaths kid, your safe now" Wilbur chirped moving the human away from his chest and staring down at them in his hands, fucking hell humans where small.

Tommy took in several deep breaths slowly starting to calm down and wiping the tears off his face, Wilbur chirped at the human a few more times as he slowly laid down on his sleeping bag and set the young human down on his pillow.

"I'm sorry for not waking you up, I thought I could get the emerald back on my own" Tommy yawned out as he laid down on the soft pillow. "Are you mad at me..?"

Wilbur shook his head, resting his hand over the small human with a smile on his face "Nope I'm not mad at all, quite frankly I'm impressed. It was pretty brave of you to run off just to get my emerald back."

Tommy smiled back at Wilbur as he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep, the avian brought the human close to his face and nuzzled his nose into their chest wanting to make sure they wouldn't be able to run off again.

Maybe having this human around wouldn't be such a bad thing.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t community #mcyt gt community #tiny!tommy #giant!wilbur #giant!techno #giant!technoblade #familial forest au

[ludicrousone]

Vigilante!Tommy AU

https://twitter.com/ex_zephyrAU where Tommy is a vigilante who instead of fighting crime illegally, stays behind after villain and hero fights to help the people gravely injured and unable to say goodbye to their loved ones. He writes their last words, their promises and their love and send it to the family

His ability deals with emotional manipulation. He can manipulate a person's ability to get sad, or angry, or calm. He sits by those who bleed out slowly, angry at the heroes and villains to be so careless and cruel when it comes to civilians. Public protection is underpayed and

Not well-mantained, emergency services take too long to navigate through rubble and fire. So he instead has to be there for them, those poor children and souls who can never see their families all due to the carelessness of both heroes and villains.

He strays away from battles He's simply there for the public, to show them atleast someone cares for their deaths. And while Villain Philza is has the moniker "The Angel of Death." Tommy was named "The Angel of Peace." One who shall be the guiding and omnipresent light.

One day however, Sleepy Bois inc stay back after a fight, hidden in one of the broken civilian buildings. Villain!Wilbur looked up at the sound of footsteps while Techno attempted to bandage up Philza's wounds. There, Amidst the rubble, Stands a blonde-haired boy in a mask, who

stood beside a dying couple. He knelt in front of them and placed a hand on their intertwined ones. His blue eyes sad yet expecting. The wife had passed, but the husband was still there, They had a son, barely a toddler. Whispered assurances, barely loud enough to be heard

were spoken by the boy as the husband took his last, dying breath with a light smile on his face, at peace of the fact that he, and his family would be in good hands. Wilbur was silent, he could see Technoblade and Philza appraising the young boy too.

The boy looked over as if he felt eyes on him, locking eyes with Wilbur. Sky blue to chocolate brown. The boy's eyes hardened and he turned. And "The Angel of Peace" left without a word with rubble breaking beneath the soles of his worn-out shoes. They didn't follow.

Anyways follow my twitter and A03 lmao:

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[bonesandthebees]

trick or treat!!

what's your favorite type of candy?

while I usually prefer baked goods to candy, peanut butter cups are definitely my favorite candy. I'm a huge fan of the trader joe's dark chocolate peanut butter cups, but obviously I love reese's as well.

otherwise I'm also a huge fan of andes chocolate mints I'll eat so many of those in a single sitting

anyway here's your treat! anyone remember that qsmp pacific rim au I posted about a while back?

”Fuck!” Quackity exclaimed, wincing as he cradled his hand to his chest.  Biting back a laugh, Wilbur decided to make his presence known.  “Didn’t realize you were in the habit of trying to break your knuckles these days, Quackity.”  Immediately, Quackity’s head snapped around, dropping his hand as he sent Wilbur a withering glare. “I wasn’t trying to break my knuckles, asshole.”  “Really?” Wilbur asked, raising an eyebrow as he stepped fully into the room. “Could’ve fooled me with the way you were hitting that thing.”  Quackity’s eyes narrowed. “Did you just come here to criticize me now that you’ve stopped pretending I don’t exist?”

happy halloween!

#ask #vivitheanimaxen #trick or treat #au ramblings