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Is there an award for most obscure character drawn in vore? No? Well there should be
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Is there an award for most obscure character drawn in vore? No? Well there should be
#great sketch!#Does this guy have a super nanny in a green suit with a sword?#And fights mutants for a living?#Penchant for technology?
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Finally got around to colouring the other designs for @bio-nerds-corner's maskers au. Clothes were in the plans, but this got off the leash and overly complex as is so this is where I'm calling it. Dream's an owl boy, Sapnap is 100% paper wasp and George got himself Luna moth wings.
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Emerald duo ls meetup HC’s for the soul >:)
Notes: this was created in a fit of writing power so it is very unedited by apologies. Also this is a good mix of fluff and angst so I hope you enjoy
When Phil and Kristen finally get settled into their AirBnB in the US Techno has to take an Uber over. He hadn’t been out of his tiny city in years and he didn’t have his own car so it wasn’t like he could make the trek on his own. Tiny’s did have their own highway just below the street so they weren’t in danger of human cars, but tiny Ubers were hard to find. This lead to Techno having to sit anxiously in the car of a tall quiet human man. Thankfully the car had some accommodations like the seat being higher up so Techno didn’t feel as small, but still he felt his breath hitch every time the man so much as turned his head in his direction.
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When the car started to pull into the neighborhood Phil was staying in Techno felt his whole body shudder. He couldn’t do it. Every house was gigantic and walking across the sidewalk were so so many humans. The overwhelming fear he’d had since he was 16 started to overwhelm him and after a few minutes of shaking in his seat the Uber driver asked if he’d like to turn back.
“I can take you back kid, free no problem. Just let me know,” the man said in his deep grumbly voice.
Techno appreciated it he really did but it felt odd being comforted by the stranger. Especially a human one. But instead of agreeing to he just swallowed up his fear and sat back into the seat. He could feel the humans gaze on him the rest of the ride but he refused to look.
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Kristen was actually the one to first greet him at the house. He was oddly grateful for it because when he shot Phil and Kristen the text that he was at the door he has started to get strangely nervous about the idea of the giant door opening. But instead the tiny one, attached to the hinges of the larger one, swung open. Kristen immediately pulled him into a tight hug and babbled on asking about his ride over and how everything was. After a few second of formalities she nudged him inside and while he was immediately struck by just how large everything was in the house there was still no Phil to be seen.
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The first real interaction techno had with Phil was just his voice. It was almost odd that after an hour or two at the house talking with Kristen Phil still didn’t show up. He felt bad but every time he heard a floorboard creek or the sound of wind against a window his head would shoot towards it in fear that it was the human. He didn’t want to feel afraid of his friend but the waiting almost made it worse. It got to a point where Kristen was talking about dinner and he finally decided to ask where the human was.
Kristen stopped in her tracks and shifted inwards toward herself. “Oh dear, he didn’t want to scare you so he’s been waiting. We thought it might be bad if he was the first person you saw here.”
It made sense but guilt curled in Techno’s gut at the idea that his friend, the whole reason Kristen was there in the first place, was hiding in his room because he didn’t want to scare the tiny.
Slowly Kristen guided Techno to her and her husbands shared room and pressed the small doorbell attached to the side so she could get his attention. “Phil, it’s me. I have techno.”
Techno slouched in on himself as loud footsteps got closer to the door. Under the crack of it he could see the shadow of feet several times his size.
“Techno?” Phil’s voice echoed through the door.
“Yeah it’s me,” Techno breathed out, “Hey Phil.”
For a while they just talked through the door and Techno could almost forget that when it did open he’d be faced by a giant.
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Phil didn’t come out of the room until dinner. It made more sense for him to make it anyway since it would be much harder for the tinies to try to make a human sized portion for him than the other way around.
Kristen held onto Techno’s arm tight as Phil finally stepped out of his room. She’d had the idea to be on the kitchen table when he did come out so that Techno wouldn’t feel too small compared to the man but she could still feel the way the man cringed and shook at the sight of her husband.
“Techno,” Phil’s eyes widened, “It’s good to see you mate.”
Techno’s breath audibly caught in his throat as he stared up at the man. Kristen smiled sadly at her husband and she could tell by his small nod that he understood.
“Here,” Phil said with a quieter voice, “I’m just going to make dinner okay. You can stay here and we can talk if you’d like but I won’t make you do anything mate.”
Techno finally moved, just a small nod and a tight smile, but Kristen took it as progress. She had her work cut out for her to help the two friends but she had faith she could do it.
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Techno didn’t know why he’d agreed to let Phil sit at the table with them. He was trying to get along with Phil, he really was, but something about being so close to someone so much larger than him was doing strange things to his head. Even though he’d talked to the man for years now and would certainly consider him one of his closest friends, hearing the familiar voice come out of a giant figure didn’t feel right.
He sat in silence with his small plate in front of him while Kristen and Phil talked animatedly. He appreciated that they tried not to make it feel weird even though Techno knew how uncomfortable it had to be for them for him to be sitting in silence.
The whole dinner Techno only truly acknowledged Phil once when the human brought up one of Tommy’s blog ideas techno frankly thought was pretty dumb. And when he did speak up about it he could tell Phil was shocked. The human looked at him in surprise and a small gentle smile spread across his face.
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The first time Techno touched Phil was his own fault. It was the third day of them being in the US and while techno had gotten better about talking to Phil and felt a bit more comfortable in his presence he still was hyper aware of just how large Phil was.
Techno sat on the counter while Phil made coffee for them all. They talked absentmindedly about life and for one of the first times Techno felt safe. Even though every time Phil’s hands moved a bit too close to grab a mug or creamer he still flinched he could talk to the man now which was progress in his eyes.
“How do you like your coffee mate,” Phil hummed as he poured a little bit of the coffee from his own mug into a tiny one.
“A little creamer is good,” Techno nodded, “Thank you.”
“Of course mate,” Phil smiled as he went back to humming the dumb song that had been stuck in his head all day from a tik tok they all watched earlier.
Techno studied the man’s giant hands as he prepared the small coffee that looked comical between his fingers. After a minute Phil set it back down for Techno to take, a few inches away from him so he never got too close for Techno’s liking.
Techno appreciated it, he really did, but it still made him sad how obviously cautious Phil was around him. To try to curb his guilt Techno brought up a game he’d heard of recently and started to tell the human about. Phil laughed as he prepared his own coffee, and agreed to play it on stream with the tiny at some point.
Techno laughed as well as Phil continued to make little jokes about it and without looking the tiny stood up to grab his coffee. The problem was when he stood up his foot slipped on the small piece of plastic film left over from the keurig cups Phil was using. His breath caught in his throat as he slipped backwards. His arms shot back to try to catch himself but they were met with air.
Techno yelped as he fell backwards off the table. He was going to die, his frantic mind supplied.
But before he could hit the hard tile beneath them something soft and warm stopped his fall.
“Fuck mate are you alright?” Phil asked with a small laugh and weirdly the words vibrates through Techno’s body.
His eyes peeled open and he found that thankfully he wasn’t on the floor or worse dead. Instead giant fingers arched up around him as he was gently cradled in Phil’s palm.
Instinctually he tightened his body into a ball even with the progress he’d made with Phil the image of a hand wrapped around him made him wish he had just hit the ground. His breathing quickened as the hand below him moved and he swore for a second he could feel the warmth of a lighter reaching towards him.
“Hey hey you’re okay mate,” Phil soothed, “I’m putting you right down okay just breathe.”
He struggled even more trying to get free of the hands below him but when he tried to push his way through the massive fingers they tightened lightly around him.
“Hey no calm down Techno,” Phil said, “you’re gonna fall again let me put you down.”
Techno panicked even more at the giants now awfully loud sounding voice. Tears started to prick at his eyes even once he was deposited down onto the wooden table again. He buried his face in his legs wishing not only that he hadn’t reacted that poorly to his friends help but that he could just be normal.
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It’s a few days after that Techno apologies to Phil. He’d barely seen him even though they’d been staying in the same house aside from when the human would come out to make food for them all, and even the he never got closer than a few feet away from Techno.
He’s had a bit to think about it now, and while he couldn’t blame himself for panicking over being held it wasn’t fair to Phil for him to ignore the human for saving him. He knew logically that if Phil hadn’t caught him he would have been injured or worse.
“Phil, can we talk?” Techno spoke up from his place on the table across the room from the human.
Phil paused chopping up a carrot for the soup he was going to make and glanced over to Techno. It still felt strange being looked at by someone so giant but he’d gotten better about it over his time in the house. And really Phil had been nothing but careful with him.
“Yeah mate what is it?” Phil asked now turned towards the tiny but still far.
Techno sighed and stood up from where he was sitting to make bet tree r eye contact with Phil, “Can you come here?”
The human’s head tilted a bit in consideration before he slowly and carefully walked over to the table techno was on. And even once he was close he still stopped more than an arms length away.
“What is it mate? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Techno spoke slowly, unsure of his own words, “I just wanted to apologize- for the other day. I don’t know why I freaked out that bad man I’m sorry.”
Phil grimaced and bent his head down so he was a bit closer to the tiny, “No you don’t have to be sorry. It’s fine really. I didn’t mean to scare you that bad, I just didn’t have another choice-”
Techno met Phil’s eyes and smiled reassuringly up at the human, “I know. That’s why I’m sorry. I’ve been ignoring you and that’s just me being afraid and you don’t deserve that for helping me.”
Phil took a deep breath before pulling one of the chairs out from the table. Even then he was still awfully careful with how loud his steps were as he sat down to be closer to eye level with the tiny. His back hunched back into the chair like a heavy weight had settled on his shoulders.
“Techno,” he started slowly, “I understand how hard this is for you…and I really don’t blame you. I have no idea how scary this must be especially with what you’ve been through.”
“I know Phil,” Techno replied, “But it doesn’t excuse it. I have to get over it eventually, yeah.”
Phil hummed nonchalantly as his eyes bounced up and down trying not to stare at the tiny too much. Everything he did was so careful to not scare him and Techno couldn’t help but feel bad.
The two looked at each other in near silence, a heavy weight in the air before Techno decided he had to do something. Slowly, one step at a time he walked closer to the edge until he was almost face-to-face with Phil’s chest.
From so close he could hear every slow breath the human took as he stared down at his tiny friend.
“I want you to hold me,” Techno said carefully, his mouth dry.
Phil’s brows furrowed as he bent down more to see the tiny, “What? Mate not to be rude but just a few days ago you have a full panic attack from just that.”
“I know Phil,” Techno exhaled, “That’s why I need you to do this… You were just helping me. And I know that not all humans are bad but I just can’t seem to get that into my head.”
Phil nodded and Techno watched, stunned, as his adams apple bobbed in his throat, “You don’t have to do this Techno.”
“I know.”
Techno said it with more resolution than he thought he had in his whole self. His words seemed sure even though he could still feel every muscle in his body straining to get away from the human. But when he looked up to Phil’s eyes there was nothing but kindness if not a little worry.
“Okay then,” Phil gulped, “I’m going to put my hand on the table…you can get on or off whenever you want.”
And even with the warning as Phil’s hand slowly moved towards him Techno flinched. Phil almost pulled away but before he could Techno reached out lightning fast to grab one of his fingers. The human gasped just barely able to be heard, but techno could tell how stunned he was.
Once he fully grasped what he’d done he awkwardly let go of Phil’s forefinger allowing the man’s hand to rest upwards on the table. Looking at it now it seemed to much bigger than he remembered when he was held by him last. The man’s fingers were easily twice as large as him and every wrinkle on his palm looked ginormous. However the monstrous size of it was contrasted by how careful Phil was. The human barely breathed as he stared down at Techno, waiting for him to make the first move.
With one deep breath Techno pushed his fears aside and rested his own hands on the palm of Phil’s own. It was soft but still sturdy enough that with a little jump he could pull himself into the human’s hand. Once again he felt his body freeze in terror, but this time he took a deep breath and slowly let his eyes meet Phil’s. The eyes weren’t deranged and illuminated by the small fire of a lighter and the hands around him never tightened until he couldn’t breath.
Instead Phil’s eyes lit up with happiness, as Techno found the balance to stand up on his friend’s palm.
“God you’re huge man,” Techno laughed, for the first time feeing fully comfortable in the hand of a human.
“Nah you’re just small mate,” Phil smirked, “but thank you. For this, all of this. You don’t have to.”
“I know Phil,” Techno smiled, “thank you for helping me.”
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forgive me if you aren’t taking art requests rn, but if you are-
could i request some peer pressure duo noms? — 🎲
// BIG COMIC MOMENTS WOOO!! PLEASE REBLOG THIS IF YOU LIKE IT
// I fucking love your peer pressure story (pt1 & pt2) soo :P
// transcript of words under the read more line










2nd page words:
A long string of "no"s trailing behind Ranboo
3rd page words:
A long string of "no"s as Ranboo gets picked up Ranboo, thought bubble: "Oh god, I'm going to LITERALLY die" Techno, thought bubble: "Oh god, I'm going to die of social interaction"
4th page words:
*wiping drool off*
5th page words:
*muffled cry*
6th page words:
Techno: *soft purrs* Pointing at Ranboo: *passed out*
7th page words:
~~Time Skip~~
Ranboo yawns, next drawing says "where... am I?" Arrow pointing between two drawings: *thinking for a moment* On either side of a concerned Ranboo: OH NO Next drawing: *snoring noises* as Ranboo *touch*es the stomach walls Next drawing, "no"s surrounding Ranboo as he thinks "I don't want to be AWAKE for this--"
8th page words:
*Waking up noises* Techno: "Wh'h'ppen...?" Next drawing, a small "AH" coming from Ranboo as Techno *push*es down & says "Oh-- are you okay?" Next drawing, Ranboo says "...Wth do you think??" Next drawing, Ranboo is squeezed and cries out "wait-- wait-- I'm sorry" over and over again Next drawing, Techno's thought bubble says "Shit-" and he says "kid-- KID-- Relax, I'm getting you out!"
9th page words:
Ranboo is *plop*ed back into Techno's hands
10th page words:
"And then they became BEST FRIENDS" Above Ranboo and Techno it says "HUGS :D"
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A collection of strangely domestic noms
TW for safe, soft vore, injury, panic
Karl snickered as his fiance returned, covered with dirt and blood. “What happened to you?” He giggled as the fireborn glared at him.
“F***ing manhunt, that’s what.” “What, did you roll in the mud after or…?” Karl teased. The fireborn only spared an eye roll as he went to sit down on the couch.
“Hey, I just cleaned that!” Karl whimpered. “F***ing deal with it.” Was all he got from the fireborn.
“Go clean off please, I can barely look at you.” Karl giggled. When the fireborn didn’t move, he steeled himself and pulled his sleeves over his open palms to keep himself free of the grainy textures he was about to feel as he began to shove his fiance off the couch.
“Go on nimrod, you need to go take a shower!” Karl laughed, but the fireborn only moved his arm.
Into his bag.
He pulled something out.
Oh s***.
Karl gasped as a potion collided with his chest. He felt himself fall on the arm of the couch as a heavy feeling of nausea took over his body. His head hurt as his eyes took in the rapidly growing landscape.
He collapsed on something soft, letting out a soft whine. “Karl?” He looked up as his fiance gently lifted him up. He fell onto his fiance's hands.
“Bright.” He muttered, gasping once he was pressed to his fiance's lips. “Well, I’m going to have to store you now because you wouldn’t leave me alone.” His fiance chuckled as a finger poked at Karl's sides, tickling him.
“Stop!” He laughed, only to be met with the comforting darkness of the fireborn’s mouth. Although the sticky feeling of the saliva wasn’t pleasant, he focused on the warmth and darkness that his fiance would provide.
Karl let Sapnap’s tongue play with him a little before he promptly wrapped the appendage in a hug. Sapnap only hummed before his fiance swallowed thickly, catching his foot and pulling him downwards.
His head was quick to follow suit as his fiance swallowed him yet again. Karl snuggled in tightly to make it easier on his larger fiance to swallow him.
He slid past the fireborn’s massively beating heart, taking a breath after being reminded by his husbands powerful lungs.
He feet pressed down on something solid before it gave way and he slid inside. He giggled as he reached out to tickle the walls around him. The walls bounced a bit as Sapnap purred.
“Okay, since you’re settled, I’m going to take a shower because someone wouldn’t leave me alone about it.” Karl giggled, snuggling into the warmth surrounding him. “Go for it love, I’m just going to sleep for now.”
The fireborn chuckled, lulling Karl into a comfortable sleep when he felt Sapnap’s hand press down on him.
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Karl smiled to himself, opening the door into his and Sapnap’s shared home. It was calming after such a long day of trade deals.
He gasped as something hard collided with his chest, making him fall back. He fell back on something soft, his head deciding to make its aching known.
Lights flooded his eyes to the point where he rolled over and curled up into a tight ball. It hurt. “Karl?” He heard his fiance ask softly, although his voice was filled with caution and hurt.
“Lights. Hurt.” Karl muttered, trying to collect himself. He couldn’t even open his eyes without a blinding headache. “Here, let me help.” Was the only warning he got before he was gently moved.
Sapnap had shrunk him. Was something wrong?
He was placed on something soft as he heard the scrapping of the rings against the curtain rod. Karl gained the courage to uncurl from his ball and roll back over, only to be relieved when it was dark.
Something big flopped down next to him, which he assumed to be Sapnap. But the poor fireborn seemed sad. “Is this better Karl?” He asked. Karl smiled. “Yeah, thanks. Is something wrong?”
The fireborn hesitated for a moment before he finally spoke. “You were gone all day, and no one else was available. It messed with my instincts.” Karl nodded, reaching up to pat his fiance’s nose.
“I won’t leave Sap, I promise. How about you store me, will that help?” Karl thought he could see the gears in the fireborn’s head turning as he thought for a moment. “F***ing please.”
The smaller slowly stood up, making his way ever so slowly towards the fireborn. He giggled a little as he crawled into his fiance’s open mouth. Sapnap must’ve really been looking forward to this.
The fireborn didn’t waste time, barely soaking the man in saliva before excitedly swallowing him down.
It was tight as he traveled down, but it was welcomingly warm.
As he slid into his fiance’s storage, he felt his fiance purring again as his surroundings pushed in on him from all sides. “Sap?” He asked softly, rubbing the walls. “Just getting comfortable. Rest well love.”
He loved his fiance.
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“Karl!” Karl opened his eyes slowly, not enjoying the sun blinding him in the moment. He adjusts the blanket to snuggle into his face, only to feel something weird pressing against him, mixed with the calming brushes of the blanket’s fabric.
Begrudgingly, he pulled the cloth away to look at whatever was interrupting his nap.
His eyes met smaller, brown eyes. Sapnap was standing in front of him, shrunken. “Sap?” He asked softly. “Hey-hey Karl.” Aw, the fireborn was scared…
“What happened?” He slowly sat up, scooping the shrunken man into his arms. The fireborn jumped a bit, but eventually snuggled into Karl’s shirt. “F***ing Dream…He thought this was funny and wanted to show you what happened.” Karl giggled a little before poking at the fireborn, tickling his sides.
Both of their previous tension had melted when the fireborn began laughing. “Well, you're the perfect cuddle size, so I expect you to let me carry you around.” Karl smiled. The fireborn pushed the massive finger away, scoffing. “You have to do stuff too.”
The human rolled his eyes. “All I see is cuddling you on my schedule.” He smirked, lifting the fireborn up and snuggling him into his nose. “But there's also those trade deals. What if someone takes advantage of this? You can’t take me everywhere.” He paused. The fireborn was right.
Or was he?
Karl smirked, opening his maw and letting the smaller tumble in. “Karl!” Sapnap shouted, voice filled with laughter. He hummed, quickly spreading saliva across the other before he tilted his head back just enough to swallow his fiance.
He took in a deep breath before Sapnap began passing his lungs, knowing that he wouldn’t get a good breath for a while.
He let his breath go once he felt the other begin to slide into his stomach. While the potion that had been used makes the affected acid-proof, Sapnap preferred a full storage over a full stomach.
Karl didn’t have the joy of the storage.
“Now you can be safe and I can bring you with me!” Karl smiled, poking at the form under his skin. “You’re clingy.” Was all he got from the fireborn before the smaller warmed himself up and laid down to take a nap.
Karl didn’t have such liberty. Instead he got up and got ready for the day.
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Karl turned his attention to the door as it slowly creaked open. Thunder crashed outside, its boom echoing through the house. A figure stood at the door. If it was Dream, he was skrewed.
The figure slowly–weakly–stepped further inside, and Karl felt remorse. It was Sapnap, and he looked terrible. Karl quickly vacated his spot on the couch, running to assist his fiance.
He quickly wrapped an arm around the other, guiding the shivering man to a spot on the couch. He pulled off his cloak, wrapping it around the fireborn before running off to pull out all of their blankets.
He returned and wrapped each of the blankets around him to create a cocoon, but frowned upon realizing that the fireborn’s temperature wasn’t rising anymore.
Sapnap only shivered against Karl, before he finally came up with a plan, searching through the other’s pockets. He pulled out a potion, quickly pouring it out on the other.
He carefully pulled his fiance out from the nest of blankets, lifting him up and slipping him into his mouth. He quickly lathered the fireborn in saliva before swallowing, not wasting time by tilting his head.
The other seemed to appreciate it as he slipped into Karl’s stomach, curling up. He could feel the fireborn slowly warm up, which calmed Karl down quite a bit.
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Karl woke up, stretching. It felt nice.
He felt his fiance’s breath against his neck, smiling. It was winter, he reminded himself. Sapnap was hibernating. He focused enough so that he could feel the other’s strong arms wrapped around his middle.
He pressed his lips against the fireborn’s warm forehead before he pulled out a potion. He was advised yesterday by Sapnap to have one on him during his hibernation, and now he could see why.
He carefully poured the liquid on the fireborn, making sure it didn’t get on him. He carefully caught the other before he could fall on the fabric below, carrying him over to his face where he slowly slipped the fireborn inside.
He went through his morning schedule, keeping the fireborn in his mouth until he began to get himself ready, quickly swallowing the other as he pulled his jacket over the head. Today, it was his job to run Kinoko.
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Karl hurt.
His arms ached and he was covered in burns. At this point his clothes were probably melted to his skin, as unpleasant as it was. He couldn’t even grip his sword, his hands still burning.
His shoulder stung from the zombie bite earlier, an arrow lodged itself in his leg.
Karl stumbled towards the door, fumbling to get it open. The door opened, and his legs gave way as he fell onto something soft and warm.
“-rl! Karl, what happened?!” He just shook his head, pressing his face into the gentle softness. He felt something run through his hair.
Sapnap?
“Hang on, I’ve got a health potion, this should help.” His fiance spoke, pressing something against his side before there was an annoyingly loud pop and something was poured down his throat.
He groaned as his scars began to heal, screeching as the fireborn pulled the arrow out of his leg. Karl held tightly to the cloth the fireborn was wearing as his ankle made a sickening snap and suddenly it felt much better then before. How long had it been broken?
“It’s okay Karl, your okay.” The fireborn whispered into his ear as he cried. “Your safe, I’m here.” He didn’t even know what was happening until he was surrounded by warmth.
He wasn’t falling, but he was traveling down.
Sapnap was storing him.
He slid into his fiance’s storage, laying out to suck in all the surrounding warmth. He smiled as he heard his fiance’s rumbling purs. He was glad he could give his love comfort.
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No, he couldn’t be trapped, no he needed to see Sapnap again, he needed to be free-
Arms surrounded him as he hit a soft surface. His bed. He was in bed. Sapnap was hugging him.
Sapnap.
He cried, reaching out and wrapping his arms around the other. “I’m here, I’m here Sap, I’m here.” Karl muttered into the other’s shirt. “Your here.” The fireborn muttered back.
“Do you want to sleep?” The fireborn whispered. “Yes please.” He muttered in return. He smiled as he pulled out a potion before the fireborn could and swiftly drank it, the fireborn bursting into laughter.
The vertigo hit him as he curled up into the shirt that slowly engulfed him. The fireborn’s warm hands crept around his shrunken body, gently pulling him away from the soft materials.
“In you go.” The fireborn whispered, pressing a kiss to his face before he was slipped into his mouth face first. He gasped as the first thing he felt was the fireborn’s tongue. His face was immediately pressed against the muscle, and he frowned. So gross.
The fireborn chuckled a bit as Karl was assaulted by the tongue, and eventually shoved to the back of the fireborn’s mouth, and grabbed by the muscles that began to pull him down.
He was pressed into his fiance’s storage. It was always so nice to be so close to his fiance, who was always warm and willing to protect him. He gasped at the movement, guessing that Sapnap was probably going to sleep. So he decided to join his fiance in his dreams, slipping away into the gentle softness surrounding him.
Okay I figured out how to put input on submissions lol-
But Squishy this was awesome! I loved it so much!!! 💚💚
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alien terrarium au!!
here it is! i said it’d be today, so it’s done! 1 min before it becomes tomorrow!
minor thing, tho: this is extremely unedited. like, there are a lot of things i post that aren’t edited fully, but i didn’t even fully read this one in one sitting. but i’m not free again until this tuesday or wednesday, so i’m not gonna make you guys wait that long lol
basically it’s midnight and i’m way too fucking busy so i’m gonna post it and edit it when i have time to later in the week. if you wanna wait for the fully edited version, ignore this until i specify that I edited it. if you don’t care, i hope you enjoy! this has been an on again off again thing for a few weeks and i’m so glad to finally have it like 95% done :)
tw: soft safe vore, unconventional vore ig?
“We have to cut our losses here. We don’t have enough to fund this any longer, and there’s no one we can reach out to for more money. We can’t risk this getting out.” “Fine, I- I know, it’s just…this is a breakthrough. We can’t afford to give up now.” “We won’t. We just need some time to get back on our feet is all. Besides, he knows what to do now…” the scientists turned their heads to the one way mirror they stood behind. A little boy, barely a teenager, sat behind it on his bed, his eyes glassy and unblinking, turned a glossy pearlescent white. Their project, practically their life’s work. Well, the container for it, anyway.
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Wilbur heard the three scientists come into the room, and somehow registered one of them motion vaguely with their hand despite his eyes being effectively turned off, which meant they wanted him back in their world. Ugh. Still, he cut off his thoughts with his practically other half, eyes beginning to function again and the scientists approaching him as they saw his eyes shift back to the colors they were supposed to be.
“Wilbur, what we’re going to tell you is very, very important, so you have to listen carefully. It’s your life at stake if this goes wrong. And his.” The one in blue said, gesturing to Wilbur’s torso. Well, that was certainly a way to get his attention. Wilbur didn’t say a word, though; the green one didn’t like it when he ‘sassed them,’ so he instead scooted back and placed both arms protectively around himself and his…what did they call him once, ‘cargo’? He was sure he heard Green call him a ‘parasite’ once, which was rude. Still, they must have noticed his panic, cause the orange one responded immediately. “It’ll all be ok, things will just have to change for a minute here. You’re…youre not going to be able to stay here for a while.” “What?!” Wilbur said, unable to restrain himself. The green one went to speak up but was silenced by blue, who just whispered something about him being ‘scared’ and how this was ‘probably a lot to handle.’ Yeah, no shit it was!
“I get this is a huge change, I do, but it’s necessary for now. We don’t have the necessary resources to keep taking care of you here. We need to find a way to keep you safe and healthy, both of you. You’ll be staying somewhere secure while we find somewhere more reclusive to hide you. We don’t want anyone finding out anything and putting the two of you in danger.” Orange said, sitting next to Wilbur and rubbing a thumb across his knuckles. Right. Right, he had a purpose. And if part of his purpose was to survive without his caretakers for a short while, he could do it. If it meant safety for his stowaway, he could do it.
“You doin ok, bud?” Orange asked, and Wilbur nodded slightly. Orange was his favorite of the main three. He was always nice, and even gave him extra treats when he was behaving! “When do you think you can be ready to leave, Wil?” Green asked, crouching to be at level with where he sat. “Whenever you need me to be, sir.” Green smiled and ruffled his hair. Wil always tried to be extra good for Green. It’s not like he didn’t like him, it’s just that Green was more likely to yell at him if he messed up. “Good kid. We’ll leave tomorrow morning and introduce you to who you’ll be staying with. Try to get some rest.” He said, smiling before leaving and leading the other two out with him.
***
“Sam! Hey buddy!” Dream said, jumping out of the side of his van and running over to his old friend. “Dream! How’ve you been?” “Pretty good, you?” “Doin pretty good myself.” Sam replied, pulling Dream in for a hug. “So, who’s this kid you found?” “Calls himself Wilbur. We found him a few months ago, but we’re a bit short on money right now and can’t handle another mouth to feed. He won’t stay here for long, promise, just till we find a more stable income.” Dream hated to lie to an old friend, but he couldn’t afford his secret to be leaked. “I’m always lookin to help out, especially for a friend. Anything I need to know about him?”
“Yeah, he’s a bit of an odd one, but that’s what we love about him.” Dream chuckled, hoping his friend was still oblivious. “He disassociates a lot. Like, constantly, and tends to get really upset if people try to mess with him when he’s like that. He also doesn’t do a lot of physical activity. Bruises take longer to heal for him, he gets sore easily, and his immune system doesn’t handle cuts well. He’s not very talkative, and he’s got some weird scars all over him. We think the two are connected, but we don’t know what this kid has been through.” Dream finished, and Sam nodded solemnly. Great, he was taking the bait. He was less likely to ask questions if he thought he was prying into the past of an abused child.
meanwhile, in the van…
“We found you abandoned. You’re just staying here until we get more stable jobs and can afford to feed you again. If he ever asks you about where you came from, you look away or change the subject as quickly as possible. You don’t know why you disassociate. You don’t know where the scars came from. Never do any of your caretaker necessities for him in front of Sam. He can’t know. Got it?” “Got it. He’ll never know.” Blue nodded back. Orange had just kind of been pacing in the van as Blue gave him the rundown again. Green came back to the van with a hand out towards Wilbur, giving him a reassuring smile.
Wilbur was about to take the hand before his arm got tugged and he was pulled into a hug from behind. A gentle one, obviously no one wanted to risk damaging what was inside of him, but a hug all the same. He didn’t get many of those. When the person pulled away he saw it was Orange, who was smiling proudly. “You’re gonna be fine kid. We believe in you. I’ll miss you, ok?” Wilbur just smiled back and nodded. “I’ll miss you, too. We both will.” He said before taking Dreams hand and walking outside with him.
***
It had been an…odd week with Wilbur in Sam’s opinion. Firstly, he’d been way more interested in things like trees and grass than any normal child would be, but refused to touch them. He also spent 95% of his time in the guest bedroom with the door locked, never making a sound. Who knows, maybe the kid just liked to sleep. He refused to play any sort of physical game, like Dream had warned him, but he seemed overly cautious of anything that could hurt him. But he wouldn’t pry, that wasn’t his job. His job was to take care of the kid until Dream, George, and Sapnap could take him back. Right?
That’s what he was supposed to do, but somehow, against all logic…he knew this kid. The giant brown eyes, the curly brown hair, his face shape, it was all so familiar. But why?
Until it hit him.
He’d woken up in a cold sweat, immediately racing to his computer to see if he was right. And his suspicions were confirmed, against all odds. There, on his friends facebook page, was a photo of him and his young son. His young son who was Wilbur’s age. His young son who used to have an identical twin brother who went missing when he was just a few years old.
Sam knew Wilbur’s face because Wil wasn’t the only person he knew with that face.
Sam wasted no time calling. He must’ve called 12 times before someone answered, which was fair given the ungodly hour, but this was urgent. “What the fuck, Sam…” and groggy voice answered. “Mate, it’s, like, 4 in the morning, what could possibly be this important-”
“Phil, I think I found your son.”
***
Breakfast was different the next morning. Wilbur walked downstairs only to see two strangers sitting at Sam’s table, one an adult and one a child around his age. The adult looked about as old as Sam, which was to say a bit older than his scientists. He had blonde hair and kind blue eyes, and was wearing a dark green sweater jacket over a white button up. The other had long pick hair pulled back into a loose messy braid and glasses almost reminding Wil of his own except square instead of circular. He wore a simple pink hoodie and dirtied jeans and surprisingly clean white sneakers, but he must have been staring, cause soon the kid looked over to him and-
Wilbur’s breath froze.
Why…why did this kid have his face?
At this point, the man had looked over to, and immediately shot up from where he was sitting, knocking over the chair he was sitting on in the process and making Wilbur flinch. “Orpheus?” Wilbur stared blankly for a few moments before the man rushed him, barely giving him time to react before he was pulled into a hug.
Not a gentle one like Orange knew to give. Not one given by someone that knew why so few people were even allowed to touch him. A lung crushing, tight hug that was unbelievably painful after so much time with such infrequent gentle touching. He rarely found his mind drifting back to his the feeling of cargo in him, given that he’d lived most of his life with him and had gotten used to the odd sensations, but now it was impossible to ignore. Everything in him, everything that had been worked on so diligently, everything that had been removed and replaced and rearranged to make him perfect for his purpose, and his stowaway inside were being crushed. His purpose, the thing he’d been raised to protect, his only true constant in his life, was being crushed. It was the most horrifying downpour of fear he’d ever felt.
Wilbur screamed.
He screamed bloody murder as the adult let go and backed away, eyes wide. Wilbur vaguely noticed that both the strangers were crying, but he didn’t care. Wilbur only stopped screaming once his air was gone and now replaced by jagged breathing and spasms in his lungs. He felt like he was about to collapse as his vision darkened and his limbs began shaking. He needed to know if he was ok. If he wasn’t, Wilbur would never forgive himself. He needed to know.
“Kiddo, I need you to take deep breaths, ok, I think you’re having a panic a-“ “Stay the hell away from me! All of you!!” Wilbur screamed, voice hoarse as he smacked Sam’s hand away and ran up to his guest room and locked the door. He sat on the bed with a thud and tried to stop his shaking, but couldn’t spare much time for that since he had to make sure his cargo was still ok. He needed him to be ok. God, he was still just a kid, even younger than Wilbur. He can’t have let him get hurt.
He tried to take deep breaths and reached his mind out to some foreign instinct he knew. He wasn’t sure what it was, or how it came so easily, but it was such a central part of his brain that he could find it with ease. The second he got close to it, his whole body relaxed involuntarily. He hadn’t done that, which only meant…
“Oh, Tommy, thank god.” Wilbur sighed out loud, though the rest was said just to Tommy in the special way only they could communicate. He felt Tommy slow his heart rate more as he felt like he was being sucked away from his body into a void that words couldn’t possibly describe. “Wilbur!” a voiced called out. It hadn’t come from anywhere, just everywhere, like Wilbur’s did when he was here. Wherever ‘here’ was. He didn’t really know. It wasn’t like a darkness or white area, it was just…nothing. Not a nothingness that couldn’t be seen, but felt. Devoid of anything that could make it describable. Wilbur liked to joke that it was the emptiness in Tommy’s brain. “What was all that outside? You know i’ve got se-“ “Sensitive hearing, I know. I was being loud. Sorry.”
Wilbur could basically see Tommy huff and roll his eyes, despite the fact that he’d never seen Tommy at all. He knew every detail of his little brother friend, and Tommy knew every detail of Wilbur. Despite neither of them being able to see in their respective nothings, somehow they could sense every “move” (aka the movement they imagined themselves making since they didn’t have bodies in the nothingness) the other made in the void. Also Tommy can sometimes see through Wil’s eyes to look at reflections, but he rarely does that. Green doesn’t like when he does that.
Still though, he knew Tommy. He may not know what he looks like perfectly, but he knew Tommy. In an odd sense, he knew his details, but never what he truly looked like. He could list the facts of how Tommy was, but he had a feeling of deja vu whenever he tried to imagine a face or any detailed image of his body. He never could, he just knew the facts, like he’d seen Tommy but the detailed image in his brain had been removed and blurred beyond recognition. It seemed kind of unfair to him, given that Tommy knew exactly what he looked like because of the shared vision things and mirrors existing.
Still, though, he knew the pale white-blue of his skin the bright blonde of his hair and otherworldly accents. The shining, almost glowing iridescence of his eyes and the strange markings found on his body. He was mostly humanoid, which had initially shocked Wilbur and the scientists. Orange had warned him once that since they had no idea what Tommy was, something inhuman and vicious could easily rip through him. It scared him a little, but at that point he’d seen Tommy’s egg once and had grown monumentally attached, lethal beast creature or not. But Tommy was humanoid, except for one thing; he didn’t have legs. Rather, he had a long predominately red scaly tail like a snake.
When Wilbur was first getting used to Tommy’s being in there, the hardest thing to deal with was one: the odd feeling of scales against his sensitive organs and two: Tommy was almost always cold. How he could stay shockingly chilly in almost 100° Wilbur didn’t know, but that’s probably a big factor on why Tommy couldn’t be in open air; he’d freeze to death. Or his aversion to any form of light (maybe that was an understatement: a dim lamp 2 rooms over could kill him). But besides that, his unnatural colors, and a few other random snake-like features, Tommy was far from the horrific deep space lovecraftian monster he or the scientists were expecting. He was more just a little person who also happened to be a snake from space. No biggie.
“I- I don’t know what happened down there. There’s…there’s these two people, and one looks exactly like me and the other called me the wrong name and rushed to hug me and I panicked cause I thought he hurt you. You’re not hurt, are you?” “I’m right as rain, mr. human man. I’m sturdier than you think. Er, well, you’re sturdy and I’m in here so yeah I’m good.” Tommy responded, letting out an unearthly mix of a rumble and a hiss as he did. Wilbur liked Tommy’s weird alien noises, it comforted him. He sighed. “Still, I should’ve been more careful-“
“No you shouldn’t have! Stop bein a..a uh…” he paused for a minute to mumble a series of his weird Tommy noises before starting again. “what’s the english word for someone who takes blame for no reason and thinks that they need to solve every problem ever cause somehow everything is their fault?” “I think you’re talking about a martyr complex.” “Stop have’n a martyn complex!” Tommy yelled back, making Wilbur laugh. He pressed a hand against where he felt Tommy within himself, in one of the open areas that had been cleared just for him. Tommy pressed back and started to purr, a common reflex for him when he was happy, excited, or just needed to comfort Wilbur.
Even if Wilbur’s and Tommy’s consciouses were in the nothingness, they could still feel their body’s and move a little bit, even if it was more difficult than when they were awake. Wilbur liked to think of it as the same type of gesture that his scientists would do when they rubbed his hair or gave him a side hug, something he would love to try but could never do with Tommy. He thought Tommy deserved to have his hair played with or to be hugged, but it could never happen. But the pressing in, the only amount of intentional contact they’ve ever had and could ever have, worked just fine as a replacement. Something comforting and quick to show he cared. Of course, Tommy knew he cared, they’ve lived together (well, one within the other, but same difference) for most of Wilbur’s life and all of Tommy’s.
“Still, though…i don’t know what to do. Sam hasn’t had anyone else over, i don’t know what they’re doing here.” “I’d say good old fashion spying, then. See if you can get closer and make out what they’re saying.” “Good idea-“ Wilbur said, beginning to break off the connection before Tommy shouted out. “Wait! Aren’t you gonna let me see?” Wilbur rolled his eyes and somehow, in a way he couldnt describe, let Tommy’s weird telekinetic force into his mind. He opened his eyes and he was back in his room, the nothingness vanished and his body back in his full control. He looked to his mirror and sure enough, the shiny white gloss that overtook his eyes when talking to Tommy had confined itself to just Wilbur’s pupils. He’d given Tommy access.
“There, is that better?” Wilbur asked quietly, unable to respond telepathically when not in his weird zoned out state. The lack of that void didn’t seem to pose an issue for Tommy, though, as Wilbur heard an enthusiastic “Yup!” mixed with a few alien chirps echo through his mind as a response. Wil nodded to his reflection (and Tommy by proxy) and went to the stairs. He probably didn’t need to go down, he just needed to be able to hear them.
***
Ok that was, in hindsight, a bad decision.
“‘Dad?!’ I have a dad!? And a brother!?!” Wilbur whisper yelled, pacing back and forth across his room. With Sam and the now-not-so-much-strangers still talking in their kitchen, he figured it’d be safe to talk outside of the mind void. Tommy, meanwhile, laid himself against the front of Wilbur’s storage, rubbing circles into the walls to try and calm him down. “Maybe that’s not so horrible! I mean, you’re not an orphan! That’s normally a good thing, right?” Tommy said skeptically.
“Maybe it would have been 9 years ago! But now I have you!” Wilbur said, stopping to sit on his bed and pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. “I don’t know them. I don’t remember them at all; you’d think if they were a good family to me I’d at least recall that they existed. But I don’t. How could I ever trust them with knowing about you?” “I…I don’t know. But…you have a dad, Wil! And a brother! That’s not something you can just ignore! Neither of us know what it’s really like to have a family, maybe…you could learn for the both of us?”
Wilbur sighed. He knew Tommy was right. And they’d both wondered where their families were; if they missed their sons, if they even wanted to give them up in the first place, what ever happened to them. Wilbur always felt awful because Tommy would likely never know. The odds that his parents were even still alive were slim, and it’s not like he ended up on earth with very specific instructions on how to take care of him by accident. But Wilbur had never thought his family could show up, either, yet here they were.
“What do we do about the trio?” “You know how I feel about them. Let’s see if those two are any better.” To be fair, Wil did know how Tommy felt about them; he didn’t like them at all. Tom didn’t like the tests they ran on him, he didn’t like what they put Wil through in order to do tests on him, he didn’t like how they treated his big brother caretaker as the less important one in their experiments, and he didn’t like how damn nosy they were. That part even bugged Wilbur. How the hell did they expect Tommy to be able to explain so much about what he was? He’d never met anyone like himself either, he’d been hatched on earth!
“Well, at least we know them. They’re predictable, and we know they have our best intentions at heart. Our. They know how to help the both of us and I- I don’t know if I can do all this alone.” “Wilbur you haven’t been alone since the day I was born. You’re not gonna start now.”
“What if something happens to you and I don’t know how to fix it? It’s my job to make sure nothing bad happens to you. I couldn’t live with myself if I let myself get caught up in some familial adventure and you ended up getting hurt because of it.” “I get it but don’t you think that’s unfair?” Wilbur paused. “Wh..what do you mean ‘unfair’?” “We’re kids. You’re a kid. It sucks for you that I’m your responsibility, it’s unfair that you gave up your childhood to keep me safe. But you can get it back, some of it, at least. Just…see if this can work out. If not for you, then for me. I hate seeing you put yourself on the back burner like this, Wil, I hate it. I can’t stand that i’m the reason you can’t have friends or play or be a kid. But this could change that. If it can’t, we’ll go to whatever lab the trio puts us in next. I’m sure they’ll be sooo thrilled that you’ve met your family.”
“Tommy don’t say those things about yourself.” Wilbur said, hugging his arms around himself. “I chose to take care of you, and I’ve never regretted it. Not for a second. You’re worth everything I willingly gave up, ok?” He heard a disgruntled noise in response. “Fine, we’ll come back to this conversation later. For now…ok. I’ll..I’ll give them a shot-” He heard Tommy cheer with a mix of wooing and trilling that he made when he was excited “-but Sam obviously knows the trio, so i’m sure he’ll tell them about my family at some point if he hasn’t already.” “I figured, but what are they gonna do? They can’t take you if you want to stay.” “Emphasis on if I want to stay, remember?” “Got it, bossman.”
“Wilbur?” He heard a voice outside call while knocking before the door opened a crack. “Were you…talking to someone..?” Sam said, poking his head in through the gap a bit. “Uh, no, I just..uh..kinda talk to myself sometimes. But I’m, uh, I’m sorry.” Wilbur said, trying to move past his previous conversation as quickly as possible. The less Sam questioned why he was talking to an empty room, the better. “I shouldn’t have freaked out like that, I just…don’t like being touched.” Not exactly true, but if it would keep the blonde guy and his clone from touching him it could be the truth for a while. Sam just solemnly nodded. “I’m sorry, I told him about you and how you were just kinda found with no memories, but…I don’t think he believed that your amnesia was as bad as I told him it was. I don’t think it hit him that you really didn’t know him until you ran off…Wil, he’s-” “He’s my dad, apparently. I was eavesdropping, i heard you talking downstairs.” Sam stared wide eyed for a second before he nodded solemnly.
“I know this must be a lot. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by calling them here, you obviously didn’t expect to meet your long lost family while you stayed for the month. But…I’ve been friends with Phil for a while. That’s the blonde guy, by the way. He…he didn’t take losing you well. I was there for him when he and Techno were grieving and it..it was horrible. They were so broken.” Sam said, eyes beginning to shine from unshed tears. “I can ask them to leave if you want, I understand if-“ “I don’t want them to go.” Wilbur interrupted, almost mad at himself that he’d let Tommy talk him into this. “I want to meet them. I want to see what they’re like again.“
“Really? I mean, you can, but I just thought-“ “I’ve made up my mind. Can I meet them again?” “Y-yeah, yeah, absolutely.” Sam said, leading Wilbur out the doors down the stairs. He heard Tommy make a few more excited chirps before he started purring again. Like always, it put Wilbur at ease a bit. He followed close behind Sam down the stairs and back to the kitchen, where he saw the pink haired boy leaned over the blonde guy, who was sitting at the table with his head on his folded arms. The pink haired boy’s head snapped up from where he’d been comforting his father as Sam and Wilbur re-entered the room, eyes narrowing at Wilbur like he was a rabid animal. In the awkward silence, Phil looked up, and it almost pained Wilbur too see his red cheeks and puffy eyes. He really hadn’t meant to hurt the guys feelings, he just panicked. They all stared at each other for a moment before Wilbur realized that they were probably waiting for him to speak up. Great.
“Uh…I’m sorry for screaming at you, Mr. Phil. I don’t do well with…surprise contact. You just scared me, is all.” The man just continued to stare back at Wilbur for a moment. “You…you really don’t remember me, do you, Orpheus?” Wilbur looked back and took a deep breath. This may have been for Tommy, but he had to stand his ground here. “I’m going to say this once, and only once cause I don’t think you can handle hearing it a second time, ok? You think you can handle this?” Phil looked a bit confused at the annoyed tone but nodded, prompting Wil to continue. “Good, cause here it is: I don’t know who Orpheus is. I don’t know who he was. All I know is he’s not me. Maybe he was, but not anymore. So maybe your grieving wasn’t in vain: because he is in fact very much dead.”
Wilbur paused as Phil’s face fell and tears started to run down his face again. Even the pink haired boy had started crying. He tried to ignore it. “My name is Wilbur. If you want to know me, not Orpheus, me, I…I’m willing to try to connect with you again. I don’t mean to be heartless but I need you to understand that if you want me back, there will be no prior standards for me. I won’t try to change how I am now to be the person I used to be for your amusement, because frankly? I couldn’t give less of a shit about what you want, because I don’t know fuck all about either of you. If you came here to find the son you lost, I’d suggest leaving. Any questions?”
Shocked silence filled the room. Phil stood silent and still as tears poured down his face, his clone even started to cry when he saw Phil crying, and Sam looked like he’d just watched a bomb go off. Wilbur just stood at the center waiting for something to change. For Sam to send him to his room, for Phil to break down even worse or for him and his son to deem Wilbur too different and abandon him (again), but nothing was happening. ‘Way to sugarcoat it, Wil.’ quietly played in his head, as if Tommy was afraid he’d somehow interrupt the group despite them not being able to hear him. He’d elbow himself in the gut later, that’d probably look really weird if he did it now.
“…Do you want to come home with us?” Phil said after a few minutes, shocking Wilbur. “Do you want me to?” Phil just nodded and wiped a few more tears from
his face. “Even if you don’t remember us, you’re still my son. You always will be. I’ve missed you so, so much Wilbur.” He said, kneeling to be at eye level. Wilbur just sighed. “Ok, then…let’s go home, I guess. I didn’t come here with much, I can just go with you now?” “Really?” Phil said, surprised but seemingly excited. “Oh, o-ok then! I thought you’d want a few days but, uh, sure! As long as Sam is ok with that?”
“Oh yeah, Sam!” Wilbur interrupted, turning to face the man who’d just kind of been standing silently, clearly unsure of what to do in the situation. “I need you to tell my guardians what happened. They’ll
probably understand, but they’ll also want to meet my long lost family
since they raised me and all.” ‘More like interrogate them and possibly file a restraining order so they can never take us again, but same difference I guess.’ Tommy chimed in unhelpfully. Wilbur ignored him. “Give them Phil’s address asap so they know where to find me. Also give me their phone numbers, i don’t remember them.” “Wait, guardians?” Phil chimed in, lightly tapping Wilbur on the shoulder with a concerned look. “You have legal guardians?”
“Three college aged guys, yeah. But I wouldn’t say legal,” Wilbur explained, “they just kind of took me in when I was lost without my memories. They tried to find you for a few years but gave up after a while. I couldn’t really give them any info to go off of.” “Oh…do they treat you well?” “Yes.” ‘No.’ Wilbur and Tommy said at the same time, though obviously only one was heard. “That’s…that’s good, i guess.” Phil said quietly, then it was back to the awkward silence. Godammit, Wilbur hated silence. Was it gonna be like this all the time with Phil?
“Well then, let’s get a move on.” Said the pink haired boy who Wilbur had only remembered was in the room when he spoke up. He’d been pretty silent, but at least his tears had dried. That was better than Phil was doing. “And you are?” Wilbur asked. “Technoblade, but most people call me Techno.” he said, holding a hand out. Wilbur just stared trying to figure out why he was doing that. Was it a high five? Sometimes orange would give him a high five when he did a good job testing, but why was he doing it sideways?
Wilbur smacked his hand quickly and pulled away, smiling awkwardly. Techno just lowered his hand and stared. Shit, he was wrong about the high five, wasn’t he?“Ok…” Techno said, “we’re gonna have to re-teach you some stuff, aren’t we?” “Uuuhhh…maybe.” Wilbur said quietly as he heard Tommy laugh at him. Asshole.
Wilbur made his way to their car after grabbing his bag and saying goodbye to Sam. The packed into the car, and Wilbur was met with the silence again. Phil seemed…weary of him, to put it best. Like he was dam one bad storm away from breaking. Techno seemed more disinterested in him, just playing on a phone as Phil started to drive, never looking up at him. Well, he wasn’t going to be the one to break the silence this time. He didn’t want to talk to them anyway.
Instead, he let himself fall into his nothingness, connecting with Tommy on the other side. “Well that went great!” Tommy said sarcastically. “I stood my ground.” Wilbur shot back. “I don’t want to be treated like some lost broken kid. I’m 13. I know what I’m doing.” “Well, I like them. They seem nice!” Wilbur wasn’t sure how to respond. Sure, Phil seemed like he wanted to care about him. Techno seemed…willing, at least, even if he was a bit nonchalant. But could he trust these people? They were the people who abandoned him and left him to almost starve to death in the woods as a toddler. That wasn’t exactly something a loving family would do, but they seemed happy to see him alive. Was it a mistake? How could they have fucked up badly enough that he got amnesia and almost died at the ripe age of 4?
But Tommy seemed so excited. As much as the scientists always tried to make sure it didn’t happen, Wilbur loved Tommy. He really was like a little brother, they’d grown up together. They’d both always been told that it would be for the best that they didn’t make that kind of connection in case something where to go wrong, but who else did they have? Tommy was family to him, and damn if he wouldn’t do anything to make the little boy happy. He sighed. “Yeah, well…let’s hope so.”
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IM GOING TO CRY IF TUMBLR EATS IT
TW for safe, soft vore, freezing, dehumanization
“Are you interested in new technology developed in the Nether?” Karl paused, turning to the salesman who ran a stand. He slowly and cautiously approached the man who smiled.
“So, what would you like to know?” He asked, meeting the brunette's eyes. “What is it?” He asked, moving his wallet to his hoodie pocket in case someone decided to try and steal it from him.
“It’s a personal heater. It’s pretty cool, but you have to be able to supply it with lava or it’ll die.” He gasped. It could die? Oh well, he could always make a lava pool near his house, he was already fairly far from everyone else. The only others who dared to hang around him were his friends Chris and Jimmy.
Chris and Jimmy occasionally had friends around, Chandler and Nolan, and the five would then form a group everyone called ‘The Beast Squad’.
The five would combine their abilities–Chris being a magician, Chandler being the strongman, Jimmy being the one with all the supplies, Nolan being able to hypnotize by his voice, and Karl himself being able to shapeshift and occasionally control time if he felt like it–to create a bounty hunting squad that many criminals and outlaws would fear.
“Oh, that sounds interesting. How does it work?” He returned, watching their movements. “You’d just have to eat it, and it would warm you for quite some time.” That sounded interesting, and pretty useful for their planned trip to the arctic.
“So how much are you expecting for these things?” He pulled out his wallet, checking to make sure that everything was still in place, which it was. “200,000 emi, take it or leave it.”
Karl nodded, he had plenty of emi in his wallet, it was fairly easy to make at least 500,000 each bounty. “Sounds good, I have the cash right here.” He pulled out the correct amount, handing it to the seller.
“Perfect! We’ve got an expedition into the Nether tomorrow, I’ll sign you up so you can pick it out for yourself!” He smiled and nodded, making sure to write down the information they gave as they signed him up.
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Karl anxiously fiddled with his cloak. Today his hair was bright pink, because he felt like it.
No one else was here as the portal, where he was instructed to meet the group. Had he been scammed? Probably. But his next bounty would make up that money fairly quickly, being about 1,000,000 emi each.
He gasps as a group exits the portal. They looked worn for the weather. “Sir! Just in time!” The salesman smiled as he approached the group. “We have a fresh batch, and since you’re the first one here, you get first pick!”
Karl giggled into his sleeve as he approached them. The largest of the group held out a cage, which inside held little creatures.
Demons and Fireborns.
He felt sick.
“Well sir, which one’s your choice?”
He had to make a choice. S***.
He wanted to save all three, but he couldn’t. Illegally, there was nothing stopping him, but he needed to follow the law to avoid being hunted himself.
“The one with the bandana?” He mutters softly, and the cage was pulled back as the salesman pulled the fireborn out. He reached out carefully, fingers wrapping around the tiny with caution.
“Thanks for your business!” He nodded, turning and running away, covering the tiny with his other hand to keep the wind out of the tinies face.
“Let me go…” He gasped as the fireborn in his grasp whispered. “S***, I’m sorry… I’ll put you down, but there’s going to be a storm soon.” He says, slowly lowering the tiny down. “You can run around and find a place to hide-hey, what’s wrong?”
He felt terrible, the fireborn was laying on the ground pathetically. “Can I get you anything-oh lava, do you need some?” He asked, pulling out a bucket. The fireborn looked up at the bucket, to which Karl swiftly picked him up and slid him carefully into the scorching liquid.
He flinched as a drop got on his finger. It stung, but he could only shake it off. He promptly put his finger in his mouth, sucking on it until he pulled it out. His finger hurt.
“Thanks sir.” The fireborn was hesitant to speak, but Karl smiled none-the-less. “Please, call me Karl! What’s your name?” He asked as he carefully picked up the bucket, shifting his arms into his squishy form to hopefully avoid any more burns.
“Sapnap.” Karl only smiled. “It’s nice to meet you. Oh honk, that storm looks bad…” He trailed off before he slipped the bucket into his side bag.
“What are you doing, Mr. Karl?” He turned his attention to the fireborn swimming in the lava bucket. “No need to call me mister. I’m putting you in there so I can have my hands.” He informed, carefully covering the fireborn with the flap of his bag.
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He shivered, covering his eyes with his hand as he traveled through the storm. He had walked into a blizzard, and it was only going to get worse.
Upon remembering that he had a fireborn in his possession, he immediately flipped open the flap. “Sapnap?” He yelled, wondering if the fireborn could hear him.
The tiny emerged, swimming up out of the lava. “Oh s*** Karl, are you okay?” “I’m fine, promise.” He shuddered, terrible timing.
He went to close the flap before the fireborn stopped him. “Hey, you can eat me, I’ll make you warmer.” “No, that would be wrong. I’m not trying to use you, I’m trying to keep you safe.” He shouted, gasping as a tree fell in front of him. It was too cold.
The next thing he knew, he had fallen to the ground, shivering from the cold. The lava in his bucket had poured out, splashing him as well. He hurt. “Karl!” Sapnap shouted. The lava cooled, but now he was almost buried in snow. His fingers had to be blue.
He couldn’t force himself to move, he was pathetic. Something warm pressed against his lips, pushing itself inside. He shuddered before opening it only slightly. The warmth slid into his mouth, all the way to the back of his mouth, where he swallowed greedily.
The warm object seemed to only get warmer as it traveled down and filled his stomach. It warmed him to the core, and after only a few seconds he was able to move. He slowly stood up, picking up the now empty bucket. S***. “Sapnap?” He called out, hoping that maybe the fireborn would hear him.
“Karl? It’s okay, I’m here.” Something pressed against the inside of his stomach as he heard Sapnap’s voice. So close. “Where are you?” He asked softly. The thing from before pressed against him, to which he pushed back, only to gasp.
“Your-why-” “It’s much warmer here, plus it helped you. I get shelter and you get warmth. I’m much more useful here.” Karl sighed, slowly beginning to walk again.
“Thank you Sap, it means a lot. Let’s get home and then I can get you a lava pool. Would an oven help in the meantime?” He asked, thinking about his question. “What’s an oven?” Karl smiled, giggling.
“There is a lot I should show you.”
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Hi Beckyu here! SQUISHY!!!!!!!! THIS WAS SO GOOD!!!!!! YOU TOOK MY IDEA AND MADE IT JUST SO FLIPPEN PERFECT!!! I LOVEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I loved the added details of the Beast Squad being Bounty hunters! Was soooo cool! Flipped the concept on its head a bit and I loved that so much!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR WRITING IT!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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*slaps a dragon* this baby can fit so much symboli– my arm has been eaten.
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HEY EVERYONE IM MAKING A NEW AU I HAVE THOUSANDS OF WORDS TYPED ALREADY SO IM GONNA SPLIT IT UP
have fun with this with absolutely no context, i’ll explain it once i post all the parts but you’re all free to guess until then!! I’ve been having a lot of fun with this au and i wanna talk about it hsksksjshj
anyway, here’s part 1!
tw: vore
“We have to cut our losses here. We don’t have enough to fund this any longer, and there’s no one we can reach out to for more money. We can’t risk this getting out.”
“Fine, I- I know, it’s just…this is a breakthrough. We can’t afford to give up now.”
“We won’t. We just need some time to get back on our feet is all. Besides, he knows what to do now…” the scientists turned their heads to the one way mirror they stood behind. A little boy, barely a teenager, sat behind it on his bed, his eyes glassy and unblinking, turned a glossy pearlescent white. Their project, practically their life’s work. Well, the container for it, anyway.
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Wilbur heard the three scientists come into the room, and somehow registered one of them motion vaguely with their hand despite his eyes being effectively turned off, which meant they wanted him back in their world. Ugh. Still, he cut off his thoughts with his other half practically (given that it’d been almost a decade since they’d been separated), eyes beginning to function again and the scientists approaching him as they saw his eyes shift back to the colors they were supposed to be.
“Wilbur, what we’re going to tell you is very, very important, so you have to listen carefully. It’s your life at stake if this goes wrong. And his.” The one in blue said, gesturing to Wilbur’s torso. Well, that was certainly a way to get his attention. Wilbur didn’t say a word, though; the green one didn’t like it when he ‘sassed them,’ so he instead scooted back and placed both arms protectively around himself and his…what did they call him once, ‘cargo’? He was sure he heard Green call him a ‘parasite’ once, which was rude. Still, they must have noticed his panic, cause the orange one responded immediately. “It’ll all be ok, things will just have to change for a minute. You’re…youre not going to be able to stay here for a while.” “What?!” Wilbur said, unable to restrain himself. The green one went to speak up but was silenced by Blue, who just whispered something about him being ‘scared’ and how this was ‘probably a lot to handle.’ Yeah, no shit it was!
“I get this is a huge change, I do, but it’s necessary for now. We don’t have the necessary resources to keep taking care of you here. We need to find a way to keep you safe and healthy, both of you. You’ll be staying somewhere secure while we find somewhere more reclusive to hide you. We don’t want anyone finding out anything and putting the two of you in danger.” Orange said, sitting next to Wilbur and rubbing a thumb across his knuckles. Right. Right, he had a purpose. And if part of his purpose was to survive without his caretakers for a short while, he could do it. If it meant safety for his stowaway, he could do it.
“You doin ok, bud?” Orange asked, and Wilbur nodded slightly. Orange was his favorite of the main three. He was always nice, and even gave him extra treats and toys when he was behaving! “When do you think you can be ready to leave, Wil?” Green asked, crouching to be at level with where he sat. “Whenever you need me to be, sir.” Green smiled and ruffled his hair. Wil always tried to be extra good for Green. It’s not like he didn’t like him, it’s just that Green was more likely to yell at him if he messed up. “Good kid. We’ll leave tomorrow morning and introduce you to who you’ll be staying with. Try to get some rest.” He said, smiling before leaving and leading the other two out with him.
He pressed into his core, feeling cold scales slither against his insides. He pressed in harder a few times and they pressed back, signaling that they’d heard everything. Wilbur pat down a few times and released the pressure, lying back onto his bed carefully to not jostle the weight inside of him.
This was going to be interesting.
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Oooh this is great! I am shoveling my way out of an angst avalanche and I love it.
You wrote Sapnap so tough, and Dream’s off kilter cruelty is absolutely chilling.
Imprisoned
So! As is the norm, I’ve vanished for a bit, but I’m back! With angst!
Also, this was only supposed to be a small oneshot, but it somehow grew into a giant word-vomit monster, oop.
Some context for my thinking here:
Sapnap is a very strong-willed character, in my mind. He is very willing to fight and stick up for himself, even if it doesn’t work the first time. He doesn’t give up very easily, and that presents a bit of a problem for Dream, here.
So it takes a little while to, ah, beat him down, so to speak. Dream’s methods here are brutal, but they do work. He doesn’t actually want to kill Sapnap, after all, but Dream has to do something to keep the fireborn from self-immolating and hurting him.
It’s a bit more…ehh, brutal than I originally intended, but I think it fits.
Two pixels is approximately 2.4 inches, btw, if we’re going by the fact that 10 pixels equals a foot. Minecraft blocks are 30x30x30, which equates into the ‘two blocks is six feet’ rule. If that doesn’t make sense, just let me know and I’ll explain it better.
Anyway, onto the fic! Enjoy!
Word Count: 6,886
Warnings: Violence, Injury, Lots of Injury, (Safe) Vore, Cursing, Thoughts of Death, ehhh, I can’t think of anything else, ect.
Keep reading
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Mmm actual communication words escape me today so : P
From @giant-tiny-squid 's story, which you can find here!
I prolly coulda done more with the lighting, but I'm lazy, so....
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Hallowed Wings
Mini break from writing Wyrm Problem because Tumblr is being a butt with saving shit, how about some crow father noms since I haven’t written vore in a bit and wanna practice more descriptive writing?
Tw: soft vore, digestion thoughts, injury, car crash.
Normally in winter, animals were supposed to be hibernating, or on low energy mode. You were driving down a snowy mountain road, fresh powder making it dangerous to drive any faster than the speed limit. As you turned on a bend a deer came out from nowhere, causing you to slam your breaks. The chains on your tires struggled to keep your grip as you slid towards the guard rail, and with a loud crash you were in brief free fall before tumbling down into the wilderness…
By some miricale after a few hours you woke up, shivering and chattering your teeth, winds whistled through your broken windows, glass ground finely all around you into a hazardous glitter. You managed to unbuckle your seatbelt, blood was on your hands and cut across your forehead, you were a wreck, and at least a half mile down from the crash site. Worst of all, there was no signal and your phone was dead. You got out of the car and got on top of the roof, looking around for anything, any sign of people having been here.
Other than the trail your car left by tumbling, you were the only one here. You jump off the roof and wince, your body was sore and cut up, you needed warmth and shelter. Grabbing your jacket and a blanket from your trunk you began walking. You kept walking, and walking, and walking. You were getting more and more lost, and sleepier. No shelter, too cold, what’s that noise? You faintly heard and felt something heavy approach and the calls of what seemed to be a thousand crows, but you were too cold. Snow drifting down around your tired form and haphazardly trying to cover yourself. Something gigantic had found you…
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Phil was supposed to be asleep. He slept under the bush bridges of human activity, minding his own business. The only time he got involved was when someone was severely hurt. The giant Crow heard something tumbling down the mountain, stirring from his hibernation slumber.
Probably a boulder, the crow beast thought, tucking his wings closer to his body. But then he smelled it, blood. Faintly, but it was definitely there. That’s not good.
The instinct to protect was what got him up, yawning and stretching himself out. He exited his cave for the first time in about a month and released the deer he was using for an energy stasis, drying it off and watching it sprint off. He had a feeling this poor person was going to need it. Giants had a superior sense of smell compared to humans, so it was pretty easy to track them down. Or at least their car. Phil tsked with pity, the car was definitely totaled, the engine hood was pierced and even though he couldn’t see the details he knew the car wouldn’t even start. He gently picked up the car and pocketed it, continuing his search. Crows started to gather around him, chattering and perching on his shoulders and hat, some even on his nose.
“Okay okay, what is it?” He asked, trying to hide his worry.
Some of the crows took off heading in the direction of the scent trail, Phil followed but was careful not to run. He didn’t know how much the human was bleeding, and blood tends to interfere with the specific location of a target. Phil kept his eyes on the ground, and he paused, he’d found them. They were haphazardly covered by a blanket, and losing consciousness. The crows got antsy and started to fly from Phil to them. Shit, this was no good.
Phil kneeled down to pick them up, dark feathered talons with lightly tanned skin being as gentle as possible. He picked up the blanket and put it in another pocket, and examined the person. They were definitely going to need medical attention. But the nearest town with a hospital was too far, and he couldn’t visit as a giant, that would break an ancient and sacred agreement between man and giant. So he’d have to nurse them back to health. He shifted them into his other hand and gasped softly; They were still bleeding. Without (major) hesitation he lifted them to his face and opened his mouth, careful of his fangs, and slid them in, tucking them under his tongue. Giant saliva had a special healing property during hibernation season, so he was hoping it would get under their clothes and fix the wounds beneath.
He began heading home, catching a few deer to make him and his temporary guest a quick meal. Hopefully they liked venison, or they could probably eat some vegetable shavings. He got home and the murder of curious crows dispersed, leaving him and the human alone. He felt them moving faintly in his mouth, it felt weird not swallowing them already, but there were a few things that needed to be done first to ensure both of them would be fine. He got a pot of water boiling and some vegetables he’d stored deep in the cave, which was supposed to be a snack for when spring rolled in. He could always hunt when he wakes up again, but first was getting him and the human ready for hibernation. There was no way he was just going to put them on the road, they could get run over or abducted. It was safer with him, they were pretty deep in the wilderness afterall. Phil was waiting for the water to boil as he carefully shaved the deer he caught when he felt the human wake up, shit.
Phil carefully cupped his hands around his mouth and pushed them out, feeling them slip onto his hands. He enclosed the groggy human in his hands so they wouldn’t get temperature shock and used his undershirt to dry them up of any excess saliva. This was going to be a lot to explain…
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Warm. It was warm and humid wherever you were. You stirred with a grunt, and paused. Everything was dark, it smelled awful, and was wet and, squishy? Something was on top of you soaking you in liquid, what the fuck happened? You tried pushing whatever was on top of you off, and it moved. A confused and startled hum echoed around you, and the thing slid underneath you and scooped you on top. You were in a mouth. A goddamn mouth that belonged to a giant creature.
You were expecting it to swallow. To tilt its head back and enjoy a midnight snack, but instead you were sliding towards its teeth, that opened up and let some light in. It was careful letting you out, hands bigger than your car cupped around the mouth to catch you and hold you close. The hands enclosed around you as you felt faint breezes of cold snowy air slithering through the thin slits between fingers. You assumed it was trying to keep you warm.
Because a living snack wouldn’t be fun to hunt if it died to temperature shock. You thought, shivering slightly. The creature lowered you down and partially opened his hands, part of what was probably a shirt slipping in as it shifted its hands and started to try and dry you up. You took off your jacket and let it, wanting to know it’s motives.
“Are you alright mate?” The creature rumbled. “You took quite a beating.”
It-he was trying to make small talk. You stayed silent, shocked by the sheer volume.
“… Mate? Little fella? You alive down there?” He asked, sounding worried. “Hello? Tap if you can hear me.” He asked, but in your position it might as well have been a demand.
You hesitated, but when you felt him shift his hands you quickly started rapping on his finger, the thick leathery surface felt alien and made you pause. You went from near death, to being in a mouth, to now being in a pair of hands, hitting giant fingers that probably didn’t care about your feeble efforts. But somehow the hands stopped moving for a moment, registering your touch, and they lifted slowly.
“I’m going to open up my hands, okay? Brace yourself.” He said, hands stopping their lifting motion. It felt like a weird fleshy elevator. You put back on your jacket, it was still soaked but it would provide some protection from the cold.
The hands slowly opened and revealed a gigantic pale face with some midnight-black feathers along the chin, soft blue eyes staring directly at you, blonde hair, and diamond shaped markings at the corners of his eyes, like a teardrop almost. You backed up, startled by how close he was, he was unphased by your movement.
“How are you feeling?” He asked you, his voice thundering through your body. You flinched at the tone slightly, then looked back up at him.
“I, I’m okay,” you said, hugging your knees to your chest and curling up. “What are you gonna do to me?” You asked, almost quietly as if you didn’t want to know.
“Well, unfortunately you’re gonna have to stay with me for a bit, we’re miles from the closest town with a hospital, you need some rest and some food.” He said, glancing over to his right. You looked at where he was looking, a large cast iron cauldron was bubbling softly above a flame. You paled, trying to stand up.
“Whoa! Take it easy mate, you just got out of a nasty crash.” He warned, one of his fingers shot in front of you to act as a rail to balance on. “Look, I’m not gonna cook you or chew you up or anything you’re probably thinking, I just want to help you out. I’ll explain more later.”
“Are you going to eat me?” You asked. He went silent and was thinking. “… s-sir? Are you going to-“
“There’s a lot to explain regarding that, I’ll tell you more after dinner.” He finally answered in a soft voice, “can you tell me what happened? The crash?”
“… all I remember was a deer on an icy road. It jumped out of nowhere, and I swerved and slid off the guard rail. I was supposed to be home by now…” you explained.
“And then?” He asked, shifting you to a single hand so he could stand up. He lowered you towards his chest, close to his heart. The rhythmic and steady beating of the powerful organ calming you down a little.
“I woke up, and grabbed my jacket and blanket to find help.” you said. “I know, pretty stupid, but, I was so scared.”
“Well you’re fine now mate.” The giant said, checking on the pot. “Say, do you like venison?”
“I, kinda,” you answered honestly. He hummed and set you down on a rocky ledge a bit away from the cauldron. He picked some dried plants from a chest next to it and crumbled them in his hand, sprinkling them in and using a well-carved wooden spoon to stir the pot. You backed away from the giant, his pointed ear tufted with black feathers perked hearing your movement.
“Calm down, you’re fine. I won’t hurt you I already told you that.” He said gently, not even looking up. It was maybe an hour he spent watching the soup, stirring and adding things to it. Looking around the cave you saw it was very bare, there was a large pile of feathers and moss deep in the back, a few chests scattered with labels scratched onto each one, a still cave pond, and towards the mouth was the cauldron and a wooden bowl. It was a decent shelter, it was a shame he was all on his own.
“You ready to eat mate?” The giant’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “You need to be well fed to survive the winter.”
You looked up at him, his attention was turned to you, you were shocked to see him from this far back. He had wings, massive raven black wings folded behind his back with white diamonds on the primary feathers’ tips.
Is he like a fallen Angel? You thought, nodding your head to his question. He blinked and tilted his head in confusion.
“You’re a little too small for me to see a nod or shake but I’ll take it as a yes.” He said, lifting his hand towards you. You gasped and braced yourself to be grabbed, but you felt his clawed finger nudge you moments later. He was offering his hand for you.
You looked ups and accepted, cautiously stepping onto the soft leathery texture. He lifted his hand and lowered you to the floor next to him, closer to the fire to warm up. He filled his bowl and dipped a smaller spoon than the one he used to stir the creation into the bowl and scooped out broth, some meat, and vegetables, blowing on it and offering it to you. You looked up at him, unsure, but he gave you a gentle and patient smile. He kept saying something about surviving the winter, so that probably meant you should be trusting his cooking. Standing up, you took a sip from the broth, and melted. This was amazing as you kept drinking, the giant nudged some of the soup chunks closer to you and you grabbed a carrot, retreating and gently nibbling on it. You’ve had enough food, he could tell as he then dipped the spoon back into the bowl and lifted once again, this time opening his mouth to eat the spoonful he had. You turned away from him, not wanting to think about that.
Once he was done he put the spoon and bowl back on top of the food chest, blowing out the fire. He then lowered his hand for you, and you hopped on.
“Alright mate, now comes the hard part.” He sighed. You were now frightened, what was he talking about?
“So as you know I mentioned that we’re miles from the nearest human town. And I’m not about to terrorize a bunch of innocent humans to get you home. So, we’re going to have to wait for spring, but you’re not going to like it.” You already didn’t like what he was getting at. “Typically a giant will swallow an animal to hibernate through the winter through this process called energy stasis. You both need to be well fed and at an equal proportion of energy to each other for it to work.”
He really was going to eat you. He was only being nice for an easy dessert. You started panicking, pressing yourself away from him, was he really trying to help? He noticed your panic and looked disheartened, but shook it off quickly.
“I promise you’ll be safe mate. All giants have a crop, a storage stomach if you will. You’ll be safe and warm, the sooner we get this done the faster you can go home.” He explained. What choice did you have really? It literally was his way or the cold frozen mountain highway, and who would be out this late?
“… and you’ll let me out when you wake up?” You asked.
“Yes, I promise.” He said sincerely. Well, into the belly of the crow you went.
“O-okay, wait! Before you eat me, what’s your name?” You asked. Hopefully exchanging names would lessen the chances of you being eaten and digested.
“Mh? Oh shit I never introduced myself!” He exclaimed, his feathers puffing up a bit. “I’m Philza, and you?”
“(Y/N)” you said, reaching your hand out to shake. He lifted one of his fingers to shake.
“Alright, you ready mate?” He asked, lifting you to his mouth. Hot breath escaping his lips and warming you up. You nodded, deciding to take off your jacket and left it on his hand. He picked it up with his other hand and opened his mouth wide enough for his tongue to cover his teeth.
He tilted his hand and you slid into the wet humid cavern. This time the tongue gently rubbing against you, the roaring sound of air whooshing in and out above you just made everything so surreal. It didn’t feel natural, everything was so odd. The tongue finished lathering you up for the journey below with a quick stroke against the face. Phil hummed softly and comfortingly, tilting his head back. Oh god, it really was happening. You wanted to change your mind, it was too dark, you didn’t know where anything was or how close you were to the throat yet, you were in free fall, until you were grabbed by flesh,
Gulp!
And you were off, sliding down the tight throat with the muscular walls kneading you deeper into the beast. The loud thumping of his heart echoed around you, calming you down, and grounding you in a way. The sound of his lungs hard at work, massive air sacs whooshing with each breath, it was mesmerizing. You were slid into a sort of empty space. A fleshy pit with calmly pulsing walls. You felt Phil get up and immediately pressed yourself to a wall. You felt soft patting from behind you, and a muffled yet echoing “Shh, you’re okay,” followed by a rumbling purr. You started taking deep breaths, starting to feel sleepy. This must’ve been the energy transfer he was talking about. You slumped against the storage stomach’s walls, it was getting harder to concentrate or think, all you wanted was sleep. And so you gave yourself what you wanted, relaxing and closing your eyes. You could faintly feel Phil laying down and heard a loud exhale, a huff you guessed. Two months inside a giant’s stomach, how hard could it be to adjust?
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According to all known laws of story writing, tumblr should not be deleting my shit. The website has never had this problem before. The company, however, does not care for the whims of a lone writer, so it does as it pleases. Fortunately there is a work around, which is how I exist.
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Wyrm Problem
Hopping on that Naga!Wilbur bandwagon but with my own twist: Wilbur isn’t exactly a Naga persay…
Story description: Kaiju are dangerous creatures alive, far more feral than their smaller Kaizen counterparts. Humans have been disappearing in the hundreds every day because of these giant monsters, and only the fiercest can survive.
Tommy lives with his two brothers: Dream and Techno (a Piglin that Dream befriended enough to stay with the two.) their village used to be bigger, but a dangerous snake-like Kaiju decimated and sent the survivors across the forest. Tommy has been told to never under any circumstances leave their tree base and wander into the forest alone, and he will soon find out why…
Tw: vore mention, injury, swearing
Tommy peaked out the door to his room, looking around before shuffling out with some gear. Normally he and his other two brothers went foraging together, today the two decided to go hunting in supposedly a “highly dangerous” area that Tommy was too young to go to.
Bullshit, I can handle myself! If I can avoid wolves for 3 days how hard is it to avoid a giant monster? He thought bitterly, checking his brothers’ rooms.
He first checked Dream’s room. As per usual the house cat was napping in her basket, and the room was a strange form of organized. Dream had a certain way he put up decor, items, and even weapons; if anything was missing or out of place he would know. Even down to the last arrow, not accounting for them shifting according to gravity and whatnot. The bed was hastily made with the sheets wrinkled slightly, by his bedside on the nightstand was a picture of him, his late siblings, and late parents. Next to that picture was one of him and Tommy on their first foraging expedition together, as well as an enchanted compass that pointed towards their old ruined village, to home.
Tommy gently closed the door and snuck over to Techno’s room next, being very careful to not get his scent inside the room. Techno’s room was far nearer and more orderly, bookshelves neat and tidy, weapons mounted soundly on the walls, the head of a Aerys mounted over his wall with gold wolves in its ram-like horns, a permanent fierce snarl on its face. Techno preferred his soldier like tidiness, he claimed it instilled discipline and routine. He followed this procedure so well he could bounce a coin off his bed.
Tommy closed the door and celebrated briefly and quietly. They were gone, and since both older boys took their pics, they were gonna be gone for a long while. Perfect opportunity for Tommy to get out and get breakfast (sure he could eat the leftover Rock Salmon, but he didn’t want fish to start his morning.). Maybe he could find something cool, or a ruined village!
Tommy scurried into his room. Unlike Dream and Techno’s, his was chaotic. His bed wasn’t made, arrows were scattered throughout the floor by the closet, a haphazard pile of clothes sat in the corner, a sword and axe leaning against the wall. Next to his bed his pet Moth-hound “Clementine” was fast asleep. By the closet was an armor stand of lightweight steel armor, with a crow as the crest carved on the top above the nose. The armor was a gift from Techno, who happened to be a smith at his old clan. The sword was from Dream, a birthday present when he turned 12. Tommy relished the blade’s reflection, he took pride in his care for his sword.
He grabbed some apples from the food storage and was off. If he calculated right he’d have 2 hours before they came back. In pre-Kaiju times humans used horses to get around, some even used oxen. But after the Kaiju attacks of long ago, large roadrunner like creatures called “Sprinters” were the more preferred method of travel. Sure they were carnivorous and had a tract record for eating young children, but they could outrun a Kaiju so it was good enough for Tommy. He approached the makeshift stables under the roots of the tree, fetching his Sprinter, and was off.
The wind rushing against him was always a pleasant feeling, the blur of the foliage around him blended the varying shades of green on the forest floor. But the beauty was dangerous, as this forest wasn’t too kind to human travelers. He stopped at a river to let his Sprinter rest and drink, grabbing an arrow from his quiver and drawing his bow to spear some breakfast. He missed the first shot. He grumbled and drew another arrow, taking aim at a trout, the fish taunting him with its iridescent scales and plump form, it was perfect for breakfast. He would have fired had not he heard loud rustling.
Tramp. Slither. Tramp. Slither. TRAMP. SLITHER.
A Kaiju was on its way, an actual fucking Kaiju. Tommy grabbed his Sprinter’s reigns and led it to the safety of a bush, hopefully the creature wouldn’t smell him.
SLITHER. SLITHER… HSSSSSSSSSSS,
Tommy held his breath as a massive golden tail slithered past him. A Gigorithian Viper, a Kaiju so big it could eat an entire village as a snack and still be hungry. Tommy had heard of these Kaiju, but he didn’t expect it to be so, terrifying. The serpent yawned and scratched under its jaw, shaking its chocolate brown feathered sail out and hissing again. It was so wierd, it wasn’t natural. A giant snake with only two arms to propel itself, what the fuck kinda trick is the god of this world playing letting this exist?!
The Kaiju flickered it’s tongue out, holding it out then dragging it back in to taste the surrounding air. It did this a few times, before huffing and dipping its head to drink. Tommy gave a quiet sigh of relief seeing it distracted by the need to drink, but the tranquility was short lived, his Sprinter couldn’t contain its panic, and fucking squawked.
“Shh! Quiet you’ll get us both eaten!” Tommy scolded quietly. Suddenly the snake grunted with a confused hiss and when Tommy looked back at it, it was fucking gone. The snake. Has Invisibility?!
“Oh fuck-“ he got on his Sprinter and immediately took off.
Fuck exploring for today, he was smart enough to avoid being snake food! That and if Techno smelled Viper on him and the Sprinter he would be in a shitload of trouble. He rushed off in the direction he came, panicking and breathing heavily. He could hear rustling and slithering, which made the Sprinter much more frantic in its escape. Tommy didn’t know how close he was but suddenly the mount screeched as its talons got caught under a root and flung them both foreward at high speeds.
Tommy was flung into a tree, getting his gear tangled in smaller branches. He heard footsteps rushing towards him. Fuck, someone was here, it might’ve been one of his brothers since they would have definitely heard a top-speed Sprinter down itself and their rider. Anyone within a mile (including the fucking snake) could hear it.
“Hello?! Is anyone out there?” A new voice called. Deep and accented, flowing like honey. That wasn’t anyone Tommy knew.
A new person appeared, bedraggled and with a bandage wrapped around his stomach, some dirty ones around his arms. The person somehow knew to look up and saw Tommy, putting his hands on his hips perplexed by the precarious position the boy was in.
“Keep it down there’s a fucking snake around!” Tommy whisper yelled.
“Well you didn’t do a very dog job at keeping it down yourself didn’t you?” The newcomer smirked. “Need help getting out?”
“I’ll be fine prick!” Tommy yelled.
“Okay, follow up: how you gonna get home without your bird?”
Tommy opened his mouth to retort but saw that it was gone, probably fled to the stables. The other thing about Sprinters was that they were only loyal when not trying to save their feathers. Of fucking course he’d lose his mount while being perused, by a snake!
“Look I can help you get down and take you home, but I also need a bit of shelter. A Kaiju raided mine so I think we could mutually benefit.” He said, approaching the base of the trunk. And just like that he started climbing without an okay from Tommy.
It was wierd how he climbed. He was climbing like a squirrel in some regards, and was hella good at it. Then again he looked quite old, older than Techno, so he might’ve lived in the forest for a time. Upon getting on the branch below Tommy, the boy noticed wither human looked, off. His ears were pointed and he had sharp canines that looked like fangs. His nails were claws even. Who the fuck was he-
“AAAHHH!!!!” Tommy wasn’t paying attention enough to realize the human had cut him free from the tree, landing with a harsh “Thud!” The newcomer peered over the branch.
“Sorry, I didn’t think it was that weak!” He called, shuffling back to the trunk to get down. Tommy gasped for air, having the wind knocked out of him upon landing. The newcomer helped him up, Tommy stared intensely at him, trying to look at his eyes. They almost looked like the snake’s…
“Tommy?!” Fuck how worse could this day get?
Tommy was suddenly tackled into a hug by his big brother Dream, Techno following and immediately eying Wilbur with suspicion, the human raised his hands in surrender.
“Tommy what the fuck were you thinking?! There’s a reason we tell you to stay put!” Dream scolded.
“It’s boring up there! But I learned something really important; there’s a Viper by the river!” Tommy said. Everyone froze. Silence for a minute, then Techno broke it.
“What’s his deal?” He pointed to the newcomer.
“Me? I’m a refugee, always have been, I lost my home to a Kaiju.” He said, looking down.
“The snake? You led it here?” Dream asked, worried and concerned.
“What? No! I mean, I saw a snake, but it just, ignored me.” He said.
“Must’ve been fed recently, we’d better start preparing in case it tries to eat us.” Techno decided.
“You 3? Please you’d hardly be a snack.” The newcomer scoffed bitterly. Dream raised a brow, “Viper’s are known for their insatiable appetites, if anything we should be more concerned about it using us like bait.” He added hastily.
“He’s right, let’s get back to base first. Tommy, you’re grounded, again.” Dream said.
“What?! No fair!” Tommy whined, as he followed Dream back to his Sprinter.
“Actually I’ll take Tommy, you can take this guy.” Techno said, roughly pushing the newcomer towards Dream as Tommy scurried over to Techno. Dream raised a brow but shrugged, helping the new person onto his sprinter.
“By the way, I never formally introduced myself, my name is Wilbur.” The person said as they made their way back home.
Lorumipsumdotres (if you see this in the final version then just know a paragraph might’ve been deleted if this wasn’t here. You’re welcome)
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There is no damage.
Only a timer.
Only you can see the timer, replacing the hearts you’ve come to know so well. Now it’s only numbers. Ticking. Constantly going down. Did everyone start off with the same amount? Does everyone’s timer count down a second at a time?
You think so, but you can also never be sure.
The others lie. Some tell the truth. But how can you trust them among the liars? How can you trust them enough to give some of your own precious time away?
How can you trust them enough to not have to kill you?
You miss a step and take just a bit of fall damage. But you don’t have hearts. Instead, your timer jumps down a few seconds in one go.
Ah. You think you understand now.
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This is literally just a quick thing I thought of when I saw everyone speculating that time is going to be the main theme of the new life series. I really don’t think this is gonna be it though and if the new life series theme isn’t time, feel free to ignore this altogether lol.
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