#human!wilbur

[i-am-beckyu]

One Small Gift

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

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

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

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

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Cold

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

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

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

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

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

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

Death by Human Beans?

HA! Absolutely NOT!

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

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

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

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

With Tommy still inside it! 

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

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

Like seriously WTF?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What Tommy really needed was a candle. 

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

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

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

He really wishes he could have taken those socks…

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

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

Lucky prick. Got a Dad and a brother…

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

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

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

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

Chrisymiss Eve.

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

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

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

Who the heck is Santa Claus?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Simple.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heat.

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

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

Just a quick one….

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

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

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

Santa Claus.

The one and only.

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

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

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

Tommy giggled to himself. Santa was so silly. 

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

Tommy grinned at the magical man taking him all in. 

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

Huh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, DON’T DO THAT!” 

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

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

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

Oh he was going to ache tomorrow…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tree? You mean the Christmas tree?”

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

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

What was with this kid and being so reckless?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Santa looked horrified.

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

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

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

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

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

He’d blown it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Beans?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy steadied himself.

Now or never.

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

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

He needed this. 

More than anything.

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Wilbur had just wanted to have the perfect Christmas.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh thank goodness for kids being young and naive. 

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

Actually, make that an annoying gremlin.

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

Okay, an endearing gremlin then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I mean it Tommy. Keep them closed.”

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

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

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’d just met a tiny child.

A tiny child trying to survive in his walls.

That was deathly afraid of him.

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

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

“Hello?”

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

“So I need a favour…”

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Tommy awoke warm for the first time that week.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To: Tommy From: Santa

Tommy denies that he cried that day. 

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

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

Soon, the only thing that remained was the envelope.

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

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

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

P.S- He’s not as scary as you think.

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

Who the heck was Wilbur?

Was that the name of the Bean that lived here?

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

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

‘He’s not as scary as you think.’

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

What was with Santa’s insistence on this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

He thought back to what Santa had said. 

I think you should try talking to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You could say that…” 

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Tommy never did meet Santa Claus again.

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

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

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

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

No matter how many times a little boy begged….

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

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That was a lot of words....

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

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

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

Anyways thanks so much if you read this far!

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

-Beckyu ❤️

[ingo4you]

STARTING THE LIGHT |ch.3

Tw: soft, Description of corpses/Vomiting.....i Guess thats all.

,,I brought you here" He said excitedly. What does he really want from me?

,,why?" There was a hint of fear in my voice.

,,It's simple, I'm lonely and you're lonely too, so why not be friends? So neither of us will be alone!"

Rusty wheels turned in my mind before finally clicking into place.

,,how old Are you.....?"

,,im 12! And im a big man that fears nothing!" In his speech, he unconsciously brought me closer to his mouth. Those teeth. Those sharp teeth that could easily crush me. Tommy was still babbling, but I didn't notice, I was just focused on his teeth. So sharp.

,,you good big man?, You don't smell very well. oh! that reminds me I still have to fix your leg"

Tommy pulled me closer to his chest now, crawling deeper into temple.

Wait.......how? He. can smell? Feeling??? My head didn't mind, So i let it go. I can deal with this when I'm safe.

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That human didn't sound too happy, I messed it all up again. I slowly crawled towards my nest with the human in my hands. I knew where to go, I've lived here for as long as I can remember. And I also follow the smell. I don't need to see when I can smell. I dont know how to describe it.

I put the human on the "table" and started looking for some old bandages.

,,So? We'll be friends......?" I asked hesitantly.

Wilbur was quiet. A golden snake emerged from Tommy's hair and looked in Wilbur's direction, and he hissed something. Tommy listened to him. He said the human/Wilbur was trying to escape. The snakes were also like eyes for Tommy. He couldn't see through, but they always told him what was going on or what something looked like, but not otherwise.

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After Tommy turned around, Wilbur carefully got up and tried to run away. He reached the edge of the flat stone on which Tommy laid him. Shit. It was too high. Suddenly he hears a hiss. He turns that way and there's that golden snake hanging from Tommy's hair. He had the same color as Tommy's hair.

Tommy suddenly turned in Wilbur's direction. Shit.

,,where are you going? I thought you'd stay a while, a-at least until I fix your leg"

The snake has already disappeared. It was just me and Tommy. He sounded disappointed, and he looked it too. His ears were drooping and his shoulders slumped, he was holding some bandages in his hands.

As I was looking at him like that, I didn't notice the tail that was behind me. Out of nowhere, something spun around me and squeezed.

,,Stay"

He placed me back in front of him with the end of his tail. I still had the end of his tail wrapped around my waist. I shed a tear again. There were more of them. I couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears

,,p-please, just let me go o-or kill me already, please, s-stop playing with me like that"

,,what-? W-wait! Like I said, I don't want to hurt you, I just wanted a friend"

,,So you'll keep me as a pet?!"

,,no i dont! I promise!" Tommy wanted to cry, he hated being yelled at.

,,So leave alone please! I-i want to go back to my family!"

Tommy didn't answer, his mouth twisted and he began to whimper. He squeezed his tail a little harder around Wilbur. Wilbur felt a little bad, he was a child after all.

,,Tommy?"

Tommy wiped his tears over his handkerchief and adjusted his ears. He seemed to be listening, so Wilbur started.

,,Tommy im sorry i yelled at you but you have to understand that I can't stay here, I have a family who are probably worried about me now because I disappeared, so please let me go"

Tommy kept whining.

,,um- T-Tommy? can you put your head on the table?"

Tommy nods and rests his head on the table. Very reluctantly but determinedly, Wilbur steps closer. He doesn't go directly to his face but to his head. He leans against his head into a hug. Tommy's hair is so soft and fluffy. Wilbur would never want to interrupt this moment. Tommy's hand rests on Wilbur's back. Wilbur doesn't even notice as he is caught up in such a beautiful moment. His hair even smells nice. Like strawberries and vanilla yogurt.

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"Phil.....? Phil!" The sudden panic in his son's voice woke Phil up. "U-uhgh what's going on?"

"Wilbur's gone!" Phil finally fully woke up, he didn't understand what was going on. “W-what do you mean gone?!”

he looked around the camp but he didn't see his other son anywhere, Techno was right wilbur was gone.

"Where could he have gone? Do you think he went ahead?" Phil asked even though he knew it was stupid, Wilbur wouldn't just go anywhere by himself, especially not when they were on a trip together.

"No, I do not think so" Techno looked at the map.

"There's a temple or something nearby, maybe Wilbur went there if someone didn't kidnap him" He packed the last things, turned to Phil and waited for him to leave.

"What?! Techno stop saying such nonsense, who would kidnap him? And um- maybe he really did go to that temple..........Okay let's go" He said walking towards Techno.

After about half an hour they arrived in front of the temple. The temple was huge. The doors of it were gigantic, the whole temple looked gothic. Techno melted over the beauty, you don't see a temple like this often. It was unique. Meanwhile, Phil shuffled from place to place, wondering what could have happened to Wilbur.

"So let's go inside" Techno moved closer to the entrance, Phil went too, albeit a little more cautiously. something didn't seem right to him here.

They walked down the long corridor for about a few minutes. Phil noticed something on the ground. It was dark but you could still see quite a bit. They should have taken torches.

"Is that Wilbur's backpack.....?"

"yeah, looks like he was there"

"yeah"

We continued down the corridor. The waning sun shone on our way through the broken ceiling. But the light was slowly fading. I think the temple is partly set in the rock.

"Can you hear that too?" Techno stopped and listened.

"hear what?" I listened too. I didn't hear anything for a while but then I did. It was some shuffling. It wasn't footsteps, it sounded more like something sliding across the ground.

"What do you think it is?" I whispered.

"I don't know and I don't want to find out, we're going there" Techno whispered and quietly made his way to one of the side corridors. It was closer. The sound was getting closer. I think it already know about us.

It was darker. I ran into something. It was Techno.

"sorry mate, but....why you stop?" I whispered.

Techno just turned to me and covered my mouth with his hand. And with his other hand he signaled for me to be quiet.

I nodded and waited. There were sounds in front of us. It sounded like tearing fabric.....or flesh.

I'm afraid what happened to Wilbur. The sounds stopped, and now the footsteps were different from the previous ones. These were already 100% steps. Fortunately, the sounds were receding. After the noises stopped, we waited for a while and then went to the front part of the corridor. We appeared in a small, circular and rather devastated room. A strong stench of the unwelcome hit our noses. I looked to the left of the entrance, and there he saw two corpses rolling in their own blood. One had her stomach ripped open and all her entrails gone, the other had her head crushed And the arms and legs broken in an unnatural shape, the entrails were also gone. I almost threw up, Techno was probably the same, but when I turned to look away on the other side there was more of them. They were all variously deformed and inhumanly mutilated. I couldn't take it and threw up. We hadn't eaten anything the night before, so the stomach acid was burning in my esophagus. It hurt like hell.

Techno supported me and we both left the room. We walked slowly through another corridor, there was more light here than in the previous ones, we are probably in the front part again. Techno sat me down with one pillar on the other side, and took water and a piece of bread from his backpack and offered them to me. I accepted and ate. I probably forgot to mention but.....those "hallways" were actually rooms....I guess...it was that huge.

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Have a cookies :3 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

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[justarandomsloth]

okay. okay okay. asks for that naga idea !

first and foremost, do you have any ideas for who the human will be? and i saw you mentioned you weren't entirely sure about tommy, so will be the endgame t!naga?

mm language barriers!!!! if you do include one, will it be that tommy doesn't talk or he speaks a different language? and, will there be any overcoming either one? AND if it's a different language, does tommy have any understanding for what the human is saying? or are they both just like completely lost ?? dfjdjf

does tommy have a bad past? maybe one with humans that made him assume he was being taken as a pet or just one that gave him the startles and other trauma responses ?

and and, in relation to that, when the human does capture them, do they intend to do what tommy's thinking, or no? something better (examining him/studying him in a curious way. like maybe human was too grabby or genuinely just wanted to look at snek guy) oooOOR something worse? >:D

that is what i got for now. also btw would like to know your spot on noms/vore pspsps i don't wanna show up in your askbox talkin' about them if you're not a fan!

I wasn’t actually going to write this but since you’re interested I may write it in my free time!!

If I were GOING to write it…

—Wilbur would be the human and Tommy would be the t!naga

—There would NOT be a language barrier but their first interaction would be Wilbur catching Tommy and Tommy just screams like a feral cat for 10 minutes cause he thinks Wilbur is a scientist (there is a reason why he thinks that but I’ll share it later)

—I want this to be a fairly light fic so I’d say that no, Tommy’s just freaked out because he isn’t used to being alone and his old family told him stories about the big, bad humans (and he thinks Wilbur is a scientist so THAT doesn’t help)

—Wilbur just wanted to look and just wanted to help the little snek guy :D

My stance on noms is that I’m ok with it and I read it but I don’t really see myself writing/drawing it. I DO enjoy stories that don’t have vore more but having vore doesn’t make me enjoy a story less (if that makes sense). Few free to talk and ask about it but just know I won’t contribute that much and I won’t write any!

Thanks Brick for the AMAZING questions and for just being so energetic and kind!!

(Also I have been here for about a year (maybe more) but I didn’t do much and I took a LONG break but I’m glad I’ve started to talk to people!)

[a-xyz-s]

dragonboo dragonboo dragonboo dragonboo

dragonboo dragonboo dragonboo dragonboo

dragonboo dragonboo dragonboo dragonboo

dragonboo dragonboo dragonboo dragonboo

dragonboo dragonboo dragonboo dragonboo

please and thank you 😊 /lh

@nqviiez FIIIIINE MY LAZY ASS PROMISED NOW I MUST DELIVER-

Here, have baby Dragon!boo from an unnamed au idea, doesn't he just look like the perfect weapon to defend your country with? :D

Better say he does because they sure as hell do end up going through with that plan! :)

Ya know I was going to have him have both wings the same bat style dragon wings but- then I realized two fundamental truths at the exact same time

1. I suck at bat wings, never done em before

2. I love drawing bird wings far too much sooooo....

Here we are, half demon half angel looking guy you may enjoy! 💜

[colossal-red]

TinyHunt Side Story The Mer from the ocean

Tw: Some swearing, Fear, Safe Vore, comfort, extreme angst, slight gore (like a bit of blood and a death mention and description of a semi-important character. WC: 3.6K-ish

Wilbur was just enjoying another boating trip, sailing away into the ocean in hopes of catching some fish. He would’ve loved to be out here with his 10 year old son Fundy, but he wasn’t the biggest fan of fishing. “Why would anyone want to sit in the middle of a big pool of water waiting to catch something, only to let it go?” He phrased it when asked if he wanted to go. Wil had hoped that after taking him several times he’d be able nurture his son to have a love for fishing.

But evidently, that didn’t happen. Instead he had to leave him with one of his friends, Puffy. He sighed, he really enjoyed fishing, it left him alone with his thoughts. He wondered if he was even doing the right thing, did he have any real knowledge on how to raise a kid? He had no idea. That was when his hook caught on something.

Sally wasn’t so sure about this. “Niki, are you sure this is safe?” Sally shouted at the rapidly retreating back of the mer. Niki simply turned her head and nodded. “Yeah, I promise nothing bad’ll happen, I’ve done this loads of times!” Sally wasn’t sure if that was better or worse. She has no idea why Niki would put herself into needless danger, especially considering that she was small. “I mean, at least I can grow in size if I’m caught, but what will you do?” Niki frowned at her as they neared the bottom of the Fisherman’s boat. “What? Do you think that just because you can Sizeshift, that means that I can’t take care of my self?” Sally stammered after that, “T-that’s n-not what I mea-“ Niki laughed.

“I know what you meant, don’t worry, I’m just messing with you. Watch this.” And Niki touched the hook, well, actually the line just above the hook. Then it started to move. “Um, Niki?” Sally started, “Don’t worry Sally, it’s fine, I’ve done this a hundred times and I know that Fishermen are usually always preoccupied with their thOUGTS!!” Sally watched in horror as the hook caught around their arm, just barely piercing it and forcing her up to the surface. “No!” She cried trying to swim up to her, but the human was too fast, and Niki was yanked out of the water.

Wilbur went ahead and did what he normally did when he got a catch. He let the thing flop onto the deck, and then he’d pick it up, inspect it, and release it. Only, this time was different. “What the fuck?!” He shouted in awe as he noticed that the ‘fish’ was actually just a small person with a tail instead of legs. He instinctively picked up the small female and asked “Are you alright?” In response, the tiny fish girl shrieked and tried to get out of his hands. It was like holding onto a bar of soap, and he almost dropped her several times as she flailed about. At least she was getting dry, Wil thought before realizing that that was probably a bad thing.

“Put. Her. Down.” Sally commanded to the back of the human after rising to the surface. Once she got over her fear, and tuned into her anger, she shifted to her human size. The human turned around, looking at her in awe. Damn, he looked… Never mind. He was wearing a yellow shirt with dark brown messy hair, there was a beanie but it was left abandoned on the floor of the boat. “Woah, who- or rather, what are you?” The human asked. “That, is none of your business.” Sally responded and gestured for the human to hand her Niki. “But, what if you hurt her?”

Sally was surprised, she had always thought that humans were evil, everymer thought they were. “Um, no, I won’t, she’s my friend. Right Niki?” Niki took a second to respond, as she was shaking like a leaf, and her tail was already disappearing in place of legs. “U-u-um, y-y-yea, Sally i-is my f-friend.” The human instead of putting the tiny mer into Sally’s hands, instead put her into the water. “What’s your name?” Initially Sally didn’t respond, thinking that the Human was talking to Niki, before realizing that he already knew Niki’s name.

“Oh, my name is Sally.” Sally, that was a very nice name. Wilbur wasn’t sure why, but he thought that Sally was beautiful. Of course he’d never say that to her face, she seemed the type to punch anyone who said that to her in the face. “My name is Wilbur, Sally is a nice name.” Sally appeared to blush for a moment, but Wil pretended not to see. “Oh, thank you, Wilbur is a nice name too.” She replied awkwardly. “Oh, well, would you look at the time,” She pointed at the sun, “I really gotta be going.” She quickly went below the surface of the water and swam away. She did hear, though she tried to ignore it, the sound of Wilbur calling for her to stop.

“Hey, wait! Come back!” Wilbur asked the fish lady frantically as she swam away. He was upset that she had left so soon, but to be fair, she probably isn’t supposed to speak to humans. He’s seen The Little Mermaid, he knows what’s up. So, every day as often as he could, he came to see if she'd come back. It took a while, but one day as he was patrolling the water he saw her again. “Um, ahoy there!” He immediately wanted to slap himself, ‘Ahoy there’? How dumb was that! “Uhhh, not much how about you?” He was surprised that she had answered, he had fully expected her to swim off again.

“Nothin much, just fishin.” She wasn’t sure why she came back. She’d just been so interested in him. Things went by this way for quite a while, until one day Wilbur brought a guest to meet her. God damnit, well to be fair she never said to NOT bring anyone. But that didn’t mean she would surface for them. She did peak a bit over the surface to see who exactly Wil had brought. She saw a child, who was wearing a black jacket, with an interesting hat and orange hair.

“Dad, why did you make me come out here.” Fundy asked exasperated, Wilbur stared at his hair for a moment, then answered the question. “We are out here to meet someone.” Fundy looked at him questioningly and looked out for incoming boats presumably. Wil laughed, “Oh no, not a human.”

Sally blanched, what the hell was he doing.

“But, a mermaid, or something!” Then Wilbur gestured in the direction that Sally would normally emerge. “Umm, Sally?” Fundy was staring at him, probably gauging Wilbur’s sanity level. “Uhh, hold on a second son.” Wilbur leaned over the edge to see if he could spot Sally preparing to emerge, he hoped that she wasn’t too mad about him bringing his son. Granted after thinking it over a little more, it was a rather silly move. “Dad, you feeling okay?” Wilbur turned around and got Fundy’s hand on his forehead, checking his temperature. Wilbur pushed it away, “I’m fine Fundy, she just, didn’t show up today.” Fundy nodded, “Sure, whatever you say, Dad.”

“And the next thing you know, the Radishes will start talking too!” He finished in a slightly mocking tone. Wil just glared at him a bit, before turning the boat around and heading home. Fundy sighed and looked over the edge. His father had been going to the lake more often, he had been pretty sad over the years since Fundy’s mom died. He didn’t remember her too well, but the memories that his father told him were great and filled with joy. It wouldn’t have been outside the bounds of reality to think he may have gotten off of his rocker during this time. Then again, maybe that’s a good thing.

After all, these last few visits to the lake have left him happier than he’s been in a while, he even quit smoking. It was, nice to see Wil like this, considering that he’d never seen his dad like this before. He would try extra hard for Wil to not come on the fishing trips, whilst he did secretly enjoy them, he wouldn’t want to disturb his fathers delusions about their being some Mermaid lady. Eventually they reached shore, and Fundy’s 12, almost 13 year old mind could go back to thinking about normal kid things, like his first day of Middle School. (SideNote from author: Using my country’s education system, because f*ck my knowledge of the British one-)

Wilbur heated up some hot-pockets and set Fundy down in front of the TV. He sighed at the kitchen table watching Fundy. The kid deserves a better life than this, but, what else could Wil do? He went up to his room and stared at his guitar, many emotions flying by as he looked. Wonder and awe, for an instrument that could stir crowds, guilt for the lack of success in being a musician, and anger at where it had gotten him. He picks it up and absentmindedly strums along, that’s when an idea strikes him.

He should play Sally a song! It’d hopefully make her forgive him, if she actually is upset. He makes plans again immediately the next day to do so.

The next day…

Wilbur called Puffy to watch Fundy and left for the ocean again. He boated away and waited in their usual spot near the coral reef, strumming on his guitar whilst waiting. Eventually Sally emerged, she did look a tad bit pissed, but Wil hoped it’d be fine. “Wilbur Soot, you better have a good reason of why you thought it was a good idea to tell your son about me. And the existence of Mer’s in general.” Wilbur paused his strumming for a moment. He thought about it for only a moment or two before answering.

“Because I believe that you are magnificent, and that if we’re going to be friends, it’d be cool if you were to meet some of the other people who are close to me.” That was, a fairly flattering answer. So she decided that giving him another chance would be, something she’d rather want. “What’s that?” She asked gesturing to the strange device in his hands. He smiled wide after she asked, “Why this,” he said spinning it around in his hands all stylish. “Is my Instrument pour mon magnum opus, la musique!” He said in a different language, she looked at him questioningly. “Here, let me show you.” He then started plucking the individual strings in the device and it created a harmonious melody echoed through the ocean air.

“This is what’s called, a ‘guitar’.” Wilbur explained after finishing a 3 minuteish song. “You play that really well.” She commented making Wil blush just a bit. “Heh, I wish, I try to make money playing for the world. But, no one else seems to appreciate my music, except for you and my son. Thank you.” He heartfeltedly agreed. She felt bad for him, his music shouldn’t have flopped like that, granted she didn’t know really anything about what the Human World was like, but in the underwater land of Mer’s, he would probably be beloved.

They talked for a bit longer, and eventually Wilbur had to leave again. But his talk of meeting other people got her thinking. Just meeting the people he cared about wouldn’t be enough, she’d have to VISIT the land of the humans if she wanted to get closer with him. So, the first chance she’d get, she’d stowaway on his boat and greet him inside of his own home. Wilbur came by again as usual, she was a bit quieter this time while he talked a bit more about his life and how he was excited to move to a new place with his Son soon.

(He reassured her that they’d still be close by.) And that was about it. They said goodbye, the way they always do. But instead, this time Sally after going underwater shrunk in size, and swam to where Niki was hiding. “Niki, I’ll be gone for a bit, cover for me.” And darted back to the underside of the boat, she could vaguely hear Niki shouting for her to wait, but she ignored it and after carefully climbing on board, she dried off and gained her legs and was officially stuck tiny. The special thing about Sizeshifters is that when they get dry, they are permanently stuck small until they get wet with water again. So she was putting her full trust into Wil. So that was terrifying.

She settled with hiding beside his bag and would hide inside once they got back to shore. She waited and watched Wilbur in awe as his Giant form towed back to shore. She was still terrified, but she trusted Wilbur a decent amount. They hit shore fairly quickly and she went inside the bag and tried to hang on as Wil jostled her around when moving the bag. It took a bit, but after a short walk, a short drive and an opening of a front door, but they were finally at Wilbur’s dwelling, an apartment. Wilbur dismissed Puffy from her duties, and set his bag in his room and left to get Fundy some food.

She crawled out of the bag and took a second after being shaken up quite a bit and waited for Wil to come back in. He finally did and sat on his bed strumming his guitar without really paying attention. “You play that really well, I hope you do make it.” She said aloud, Wilbur’s eyes widened as he looked around the room before his eyes landed on Sally’s small form. He got up and walked over. “S-sally?” He asked as he stared in awe at her small form. While she did trust him, it was still terrifying to be under his gaze when she was smaller than one of his fingers. His hand twitched a bit, obviously wanting to pick her up, but to her relief he didn’t.

“But, don’t you need to be in water? And how are you small?!” He asked trying to be quiet. “I’m what’s called a sizeshifter, to answer as to how I’m small. When I’m wet I can change my size at will. But when I’m dry I’m stuck at a small size.” She explained, “Also, all Mer’s can be dry, they just turn to a human or borrower form when on land and dry.” Wilbur looked at her face filled with questions, or maybe just one more. “What is a borrower?” Sally thought for a moment. “I think if I remember correctly that humans usually call them tinies? I’ve heard that they don’t like talking in front of humans.”

After Wilbur got used to both her small size and her being in his house they talked a bit more, with her asking plenty of questions about the human world. Eventually, Wilbur’s son knocks on the bedroom door. “Dad? Who are you talking to.” Wilbur tenses for a moment. “Sal’s, is it okay if I can pick you up and show you to Fundy?” Wil asked as gently as he could. Sally hesitated, she trusted Wil but didn’t really want to put her life in his hands, literally. Staring into his eyes though, she saw a kind person who would never hurt her. So she nodded, and resisted the building panic attack as his hand approached. Though he didn’t wrap his fingers around her form.

No, he instead set his hand down beside her and waited for her to walk on. After giving herself a pep talk, she walked wobbly onto the fleshy surface. It was, strange to say the least. The skin was a bit pillowy and sunk down a little under her weight. Wilbur waited for to give the okay before moving his hand. Once they started moving, the massive fingers curled over her head to protect her. And not once did she feel trapped during this, Wilbur opened the door and said “Hey Fundy, I’ve got someone to show you.” Fundy sighed. “Is this about your imaginary girlfriend again?” He asked exasperated. “Kinda.” Wilbur said presenting Sally to Fundy. “Heya kid.” Sally waved at him. Fundy’s face did a few things at once. It looked confused, in awe, questioning, and happy all at the same time.

“Woah, is that a Tiny?” Fundy asked his father as Wil showed him the small female. “Nope! It’s a Mer!” He exclaimed as he stared with a certain expression on his face as he stared at the small life in his hands. “Wil, I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but that doesn’t look like a mermaid.” Fundy pointed out. “Well, maybe not now, but whenever she gets wet she does!” Fundy nodded still in awe at the sight of the small woman.

Sally ended up staying with the two overnight, and in the morning Wil went to go drop her off in the ocean. And they talked for a bit afterwards too. This time Wil asked a bit about Mer Biology. Sally explained how at the beginning of a Mer’s life they were really small and couldn’t breathe underwater, which led to the pouches that Mer’s had inside themselves where they could store anything, more specifically their offspring before they could breathe in their own underwater. She even talked about the special Colossal Mer’s who were way bigger than the normal Mer’s.

She talked a bit about their king, King Foolish and his mysterious connection to some mystical deity’s. Wilbur asked her which Deity she meant, but she had no clue who he speaks to in private. Eventually she worked up to the big question, of whether or not she could go live with them. She explained that there was a special process that Mer’s could go through, that would allow them to live on the surface in secret if they so desired. There were a few people who have done it, one of the most prominent ones being Squid Kid.

“Yeah, I’d love for you to come live with us!” Wilbur exclaimed excitedly after being asked. And so it was done. Sally requested permission from the king to go live on the surface, and was given the proper identifications to live up there without arousing suspicion. Once she got up there, the first thing he did was search for Wil, but she then realized that Wil had probably gone out to the ocean to see her. So she went out there, and there was a storm brewing , literally. Apparently Wilbur Soot and not checked what the weather would be for today.

Once she got far out enough she noticed that Wil had been blown considerably far out and was in danger of being drowned. She could hear him cut out for help. It scared her quite a bit. Once she got close enough, she realized that she could barely control herself in the water, she had to grow. And grow she did to a massive size, the size of a Colossal Mer. She lowered herself down to Wil’s level and whispered sweet nothings to him to calm him down as she cupped him in her hands from the already sinking boat.

“Do you trust me!” She asked Wil as she held his fragile life in her palms, he nodded for lack of being able to speak, either out of fear of her, or fear of the storm. She realized that she would be unable to get her out of the storm alive, the only way out would be if she put him in her pouch. So as carefully as possible, she placed him in her mouth. He landed on her tongue in a very panicky matter, it was obvious immediately that he had forgotten their discussion on the existence of pouches.

Wilbur was scared out of his mind, he could barely think straight after landing in the giant pink muscle that his brain refused to acknowledge was a tongue. He tried frantically to crawl away from the dark hole that lay at the back of the mouth. But it was futile, as he was dragged down by both tongue and the muscles of Sally’s throat, Sally the Mer, Sally who he thought he could trust. He cried a bit as the throat forced him down nearly suffocating him, before landing in the pit that he knew was probably her stomach. He curled into a ball and thought about his son, who he’d probably never see again, and about his Wife, who had died after cheating on him. He never told anyone about the exact details of how she died.

He had found her in bed with another man by the name of Jared in another apartment after recognizing her car. He confronted her to which she broke up with him and wandered out into the street and walked near the cold water. “Wait! Please come back!” He yelled after her as he gave chase, she turned around, and lost her footing. He attempted to catch her and pull her up, but she fell down down into the cold water. He called the police in hopes of them being able to save her, but instead of waiting he jumped in to chase after her. It was, so cold… He tried and he tried and was eventually able to find her and bring her to the surface to the awaiting paramedics.

But all that was left of their relationship and her life, was a Saline Solution of blood and tears. After recalling this depressing time of his life, he realized that he wasn’t dying, and wasn’t dead. He felt Sally gently rubbing her stomach where he was curled up, to which he remembered their discussion about Mer pouches. And the amount of joy it brought him to know he wasn’t dead yet was immeasurable. After they got to a safe place presumably Sally talked to him.

“Hey, are you alright in there?” She asked patting her pouch. “Yeah, little freaked and grossed out, but otherwise okay!” He shouted out to her in a joking tone. She chuckled a bit. “So when do you think I can get out?” “As soon as the weather clears Mister Soot.” Once she regurgitated him back up, she walked him home through the light rain at normal human size she kept her legs dry though so she could still walk. They entered their home, and she offered to help Wilbur finish packing. One week later, and they were a happy family, living in a new neighborhood. After they finished unloading all their junk, Wil pointed out some smoke from the house next door, suggesting it was a barbecue. And so they went next door as a happy family to see what was going on…

@baka-monarch @squishys-soft-stories @funtimemoth @eiscreme135

[tinythiefalex]

Little Mermaid Tommy for Mermay

He’s sleepy, and Wilburs always up for hand cuddles

(This is my very first digital piece, I just got a drawing tablet!! Tumblr kinda screwed the quality tho, oh well. Still cute.)

[jimjamjomjum]

Be right back.

[yoki-loves-stars]

A little silly fanart of Lovejoy’s Portrait of a Blank Slate MV directed by Ted Nivison (CHECK OUT HIS VLOG ABOUT IT!!!)

It’s my first time drawing something like that :D

I really wanted to include Mark, Joe and Ash, but they didn’t appear in MV that much, so I didn’t have that many references to work with

I wasn’t very proud of my art lately so it was nice to get out of my comfort zone :D

References from the MV that I used

[spigo-art]

Wilbur Cross

I swear I'm so normal about this man. Idk what my thing is with bastards played by Joey Richter that disrespect women...

It took me several attempts to get the light right but I'm really happy with how it turned out in the end!

(alt version under the cut)

I thought this might be a good piece to play around with gradient maps a ittle so I did that and here's the result:

This is not previous attempt at doing the ight, just another version I made for fun

[behrjbehr]

Alien Neapolitan trio design ideas!!

They’re space princes :3

[i-am-beckyu]

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

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

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

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

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It started a few months ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What? It’s good he swears!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure Tommy. Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure little man.”

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

“Little Baby Man.” the brunette teased.

“Stop it.” 

“Little Baby Man Child.”

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

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

Yeah, Wilbur didn’t mind this at all.

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

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

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

‘You have one-new-voicemail BEEP!’

“Wil, WILBUR!”

Hang on. That sort of sounds like Tommy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I promise.”

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

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

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

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

“Tommy? TOMMY?!”

The line was dead.

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

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

Nothing.

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

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

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

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

What just happened?

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

Tommy

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

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

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

What is all this? 

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

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

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

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

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

Wilbur froze, dumb founded at what was hidden inside.

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

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

He was holding a tiny person in a wardrobe.

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

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

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

Tommy?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was enough.

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AND THANK YOU IF YOU READ TO THE END!!

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

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

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

[hellonearthtoday]

Raise your hand if you hate TITWPO . Worst acronym

[arc852]

Different Era

 This is another prompt from that GTJuly list! I decided to go into the future for this one, so I hope you guys enjoy!

Word Count: 588

Warnings: Nervousness

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 Wilbur felt nervous as he turned on his holo-screen and pressed the call button. He grabbed his fidget cube and rolled it over in his hands to help try and calm his nerves as the video call continued to ring. Finally, the ringing stopped and it was answered, Tommy’s face now in front of him with a large grin.

 “Hey Wilbur!” Tommy exclaimed and Wilbur couldn’t help his smile. He set down his fidget cube and tried to collect his thoughts.

 “Hey Toms.” He greeted back. He watched as Tommy leaned back in his chair.

 “You would not believe the day I had. Tubbo, Ranboo, and I decided to go outside today and this f****** bird somehow managed to get through our force-field! It grabbed Ranboo and flew off with him but before we could get the hoverboard ready to try and save him, he came back flying on the bird! He was controlling it and everything!” Tommy rambled. And Wilbur let him, if only to give himself more time before he said what he needed to say.

 “So now Ranboo is trying to convince the council to let him keep the bird as a pet. I think he has a good chance though.” Tommy finished and then sat back up in his chair, grinning at Wilbur once again. “So, what’s up with you?”

 Wilbur’s smile faltered a little. “I’m…good. Just, ya know, work and stuff.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and watched as Tommy’s expression turned into a confused frown.

 “You don’t sound very good there, big dubs.” Tommy said and Wilbur sighed. Of course Tommy would notice.

 Well, might as well get it over with.

 “Actually, I did have something to ask you.” Wilbur started, trying to not let his nerves show. Tommy looked at him expectantly and Wilbur took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I was just wondering if…maybe we could meet up? In person?”

 He watched Tommy closely and saw Tommy's expression change many times in the span of a few seconds before landing on something close to nervousness and sadness. “Wilbur…you know borrowers and humans aren’t supposed to meet. Not in person.”

 Wilbur winced. He did know that, of course. That rule was there to protect the borrowers, even if they had the technology to protect themselves nowadays, something could always happen. “I know, I just…nevermind.” Wilbur ran a hand over his face. “I don’t know what I was thinking, of course we can’t meet in person.” He shook his head and hovered a hand over the end call button. “I’m sorry, Toms, I’ll just go-”

 “Whoa, wait!” Tommy shouted, cutting Wilbur off. “Wilbur, hold on a second.”

 “It was stupid for me to ask, it’s against the rules, of course we can’t-”

 Tommy cut him off again. “Yeah, it’s against the rules. But when have you ever known me to follow them?”

 Wilbur paused, his hand slowly coming back down to rest on the desk. “What?”

 Tommy grinned, a look of mischief in his eyes. “I’m saying yes to your question. Screw the rules, we’re gonna meet up and it’s gonna be awesome!” Tommy’s features then calmed down, and he gave Wilbur a soft smile, one that was rare to see on Tommy. “I trust you Wilbur, so let’s do this.”

 Wilbur blinked and slowly, his lips curled up into a smile. He felt touched that Tommy was willing to do this. “Okay.” 

 He was finally going to be able to see his brother in person.

[cirrusea]

Drawing requests from Instagram!!! Holy shit I am so proud of myself for doing most of these in one day

1- Bedrock bros giving flowers to Mumza for mother's day

2- Techno and Niki dancin

3- Techno and Chayanne hanging out

4- Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur origins designs

5- Crimeboys blanket time

[murkybu]

Good evening, QSMP was a Sociological Study Conducted by Harvard University

[colossal-red]

World building for the mark? Idk I just wanna understand the world more while waiting for part 2 of the mark

Alrighty, world-building :D

First off, I'll start off with some history

Long ago, Preds and Prey used to pretty much operate like a normal Ecosystem, Preds hunting Prey, unmarked people just vibing, and that was it... until one day, the Preds 'disappeared' and the nature of their disappearance remains unknown to the present day of Chapter One... for now :)

Next, some talking of the other mcyt's

The SBI did all live together at some point in the past, however in present day of Chapter One, it is just Tommy, his brother Wilbur, and his father Philza, however... Techno is nowhere to be seen. The other three are all Prey, which has been confirmed... but Techno has not been :)

Ranboo does in fact exist in this au, but he has not been shown yet and hasn't met Tubbo and Tommy yet. :)

The Dream Team also exist, although I haven't decided what their roles will be in the story yet if at all.

Last thing... Tubbo is not the only Pred in existence, that is all for now :)

And there's a bit of world-building, I wish it was more @w@