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ladycatland · 3 years ago

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Lad catla d

Ori— orgins allium

Mmm marrieeed

Hhhhhhhhhhhh

They.

Just. Hhhhhhhhhhhh

Listen. LISTEN

I'm not really sure what exactly is going on in the newest reboot.

Though I know that allium duo is going strong

But the first reboot? Absolutely perfect set up for allium duo getting platonically married.

Especially with the catland!osmp-verse

Community sunshine chicken boy and father of, Many, Many chickens, who's just absolutely vibin but is low-key naive because he has just spent his entire life in a tight knit community that practically makes everyone part of the family, and is an "asshole" for fun

And the exiled spoiled enderian prince who's had a fucked up childhood and now has to cope with *checks notes* being a person? Who took a liking to just a funny little guy and has to suffer through *checks notes* other people living their lifes in his vicinity and being criticised for shitty behaviour. Also is an asshole "for fun"

Tommy, who is the universal little brother sees ppl being assholes as just. Yknow. Normal behaviour. Because Wilbur is his brother and tubbo is his best friend and then there's jack manifold and like. Genuinely just. Yeah. Banter and all that is just part of lovingly interacting with someone

So when Ranboo comes and is a prick Tommy, who's "strangers are just friends you haven't met" is more like "strangers are just friends you didn't see" aka if he sees you you're no longer a fucking stranger.... Well Ranboo sure riffs on him the same way Tubbo does and Tubbo's his best friend so OBVIOUSLY Ranboo is his new best friend. While Tubbo believes in the principle on earning your place in a community and the being friends comes before the friendly insults Tommy. Tommy don't invite Ranboo to the sleepover he's a fucking asshole. Tommy, you can't reward Ranboo for this behaviour if he wants to be part of this community he should have to not be a total dick to everyone first.

And Ranboo very much likes someone who's not constantly nagging a him for just having a good time and who's enthusiastic about Ranboos ideas even when they're not very nice and kind and maybe even if Ranboo defends his mother's it still kinda makes him happy to hear Tommy call them uptight dumbasses for exiling Ranboo. Which sure was a bitch move in his not so humble opinion.

So yeah they just get along great and grow incredibly fond of each other incredibly fast while everyone else either watches in amusement or disgruntlement because especially Wilbur isn't happy about his little brother getting s close to the creepy and mysterious asshole who's definitely not up to any good.

And I'm just gonna stop here because I have put a lot of fucking thought into Osmp!allium duo from season 2 and have the entire setting thought through.

For every suffering moment dsmp!Tommy has I made my Osmp!Tommys Life easier. He is vibin. He is thrivin. He is flourishing. The worst things happening in his life are Wilbur framing him for shit he did meaning Phil sends him to bed early.

Does his unintentionally sheltered upbringing mean he has no sense of self-preservation? Pretty much yeah. Will that lead to anything awful for him? Nah.

His life is ever so slightly above average. But always.

#i get asks?#amethyst drem ask #listen to me rant about an entire universe i have set up for this shit #i love em so fucking much #also all the fluff fics we had coming out about them a few months ago were top #bring those back actually #like dont get me wrong i have many different scenarios that can turn this whole thing angsty real fucking quick #but you know me. im more about making very specific and elaborate set ups #aka the backstories #but yeah my osmp allium duo are both spoiled bitches #but spoiled so differently that they are very different people #like. i could talk so much about every single characters backstories and motivations and psychology yOU DONT EVEN KNOW #BITCH I COULD TALK PAGES ABOUT MY INTERPRETATIONS OF DIFFERENT ORIGINS BIOLOGY #BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN PUTTING THOUGHT INTO THAT SHIT FOR DAYS ON END #AND I HAVE DIFFERENT INTERPRETATIONS #Like they range from pretty normal stuff that has natural dark shit in it to just making that stuff as cursed as possible #aka the normal biology messed up to body horror

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electracraft · 3 years ago

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clingy duo and bee duo are different people??? 😭 and what do you mean prime and disc duo aren't?? 😭 I've been in this community for well over a year, and half the time I have NO idea who anyone is even talking about because they don't use cc names, only weirdly constructed duo names 😭 I genuinely don't understand this fandom's obsession with giving every cc interaction a highly specific duo name you would have absolutely 0 chance guessing 😭 so I support inventing more names for the sake of confusion, moss duo it is I guess, finally a duo name I know 😭

okay so as far as i know its

clingy duo: tommy + tubbo

bee duo: tubbo + ranboo

prime boys/disc duo: tommy + dream

i honestly like some duo names so i see the appeal of it, but if you’re like me and don’t keep up with a lot of these ccs it’s a bit hard to understand what people are talking about lol. one day everyone started talking about allium duo (tommy + ranboo) and i was like omg me? allium me? what did i do? but i get it at the end these are names used in a community and people who are part of it know about it like i assume it only looks confusing to outsiders. which is not a problem at all, having specific jokes or terms is all part of being in a fandom

anyway petition to rename platonic dnf to gream duo. not gream, gream duo

#also i have to say i love the name sunshine duo. yes it comes from one stream specifically but i adore it #so it would be very hypocritical of me to be like PEOPLE ENJOY DUO NAMES UGHHH #ask #anon

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relaxxattack · 4 years ago

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Can you say something cool about the Allium duo, or maybe share some headcanons? I like their relationship a lot, but it always feels overshadowed by the other dynamics of the group lol

TRUEEEEEEE

/roleplay

- ranboo goes along with pretty much anything tommy suggests. who am i kidding, that’s canon

- they both love music!

- if they’re left alone, weird things will happen. either they’ll become each other’s ride-or-die (and end up dying) or they’ll argue about something

- they both are that patrick meme that when tubbo’s gone they just wait for him to come back

- tommy actually really likes ranboo, but he pretends he doesn’t. ranboo is kind of unsure of tommy, but he sticks by him out of feeling of debt. eventually both of them develop a more genuine friendship

- ranboo and tommy both get panic attacks. neither of them really talk about it

- ranboo never explains what the alliums mean (communication? on this server? absolutely not) but tommy secretly loves flowers as we all know, so he begrudgingly accepts any others ranboo passes him. eventually he begins to realize he’s collected a ton— outside in his garden, tucked in the walls, drifting around in his chests.

- ranboo sees them in tommy’s house and he smiles

- neither of them have the braincell, they just do what tubbo tells them to. unfortunately tubbo uses his braincell for evil

- sometimes ranboo and tommy have Serious Talks. it doesn’t happen very often, but both of them are far more willing to talk about their feelings then tubbo is. one of these talks was the “shovel talk”. ranboo pretended to take it seriously so it’d be less awkward. - people who insult tubbo or philza minecraft find their house ransacked and slightly burnt the next day. everyone knows who does it. nobody says anything.

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 4 years ago

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(submission) The Undertow

(tws for temporary death, drowning, and separation)

The tide washes out.

False opens her eyes to a brand-new world, filled with life and color. Around her, a coral reef stretches as far as she can see. Fish dart between the branches of the reef and through the pitted rocks underfoot.

What’s odd, though, is that she’s stuck.

Something, she thinks, is very wrong. She glances down at her body, which is wrapped in the rough branches of some sort of calciferous red growth, and as much as she struggles, she can’t move, the surface rubbing against her skin.

Behind her, she hears a frenzied splashing. She can’t turn around all the way, so she shouts to whatever’s behind her.

“Get away from me!” she yells. If it’s a drowned, maybe she can scare it away. If it’s something worse...well. She wasn’t expecting a death this early in the season, but it had to happen at some point.

Luckily, it’s just a human that calls back.

“False? Where are we?” asks Stress, her distinctive voice putting False back at ease. What passes for ease when you’re stuck in a coral reef, anyways.

“I...don’t know,” False says, enunciating each syllable with careful precision, considering the options. “This is glitched, I suppose.”

False can almost see Stress’s face brighten. “Oh, shame. Well, our dear admin will have it fixed in no time, then.”

“Yeah, I’ll send him a message. Maybe he can teleport us out real quick.” She sighs. “We’re going to have to restart the world, probably. That’s annoying.” Taking out her communicator, which is only slightly waterlogged, she swipes it open and types out a quick chat to Xisuma.

<FalseSymmetry> o/

<FalseSymmetry> x we’re stuck in coral. tp please?

The two women wait. Five minutes.

“Might as well start trying to get out of here!” Stress says, her voice a note cheerier than usual. It’s forced.

False snaps out of her thoughts. “Sure.” She takes her fist and slams it down on their colorful prison. “Oof, that hurt,” she says, peering down at the spot where it made contact. “And barely a dent!”

“Guess we better get working, then,” replies Stress, who’s trying her best not to sound too downhearted.

They do. It’s not going great when Stress notices a bit of a change in their environment. “Falsie...do you think it’s possible the water might be getting the teensiest bit higher?”

False nods grimly. “Yep.”

Stress grimaces. “Oh boy. And Xisuma still hasn’t replied?”

“Nope.”

“Ah.”

A moment passes in a nervous silence while the duo continue to chip away at the coral.

“You don’t think he’s ignoring us, do you?” Stress says, a small quaver creeping its way into her quiet words.

“Of course not. He’s probably just...busy.” False stops and cocks her head. “You know. I bet if our spawn is glitched, other peoples’ might be as well.”

“That makes sense, I suppose.”

A small wave washes over them. When they reemerge, coughing from the salty water, they find that Stress can no longer keep her chest above the ocean.

“This isn’t going to be a pleasant way to die, is it?” asks Stress, hands bleeding from the abrasive reef.

False shakes her head. “No. It isn’t.”

The ocean is not a kind place. It never pretended to be. The two Hermits just happened to be in its way, and that was not the ocean’s fault.

The tide rolls in, just as False’s hand finds Stress’s.

The tide washes out.

Their newly-respawned heads break the surface of the water, gasping for air. This time, they’re face-to-face, and the coral is yellow. False wonders if it’s slightly softer than the previous kind, or if she’s just imagining it. Either way. Small blessings.

Their eyes meet, and they pick up where they left off, only a touch sore. They don’t talk much this time around, except for Stress’s question about the message to Xisuma. And yes, False double-checked it was to the right person. She sends it again in the main chat.

<FalseSymmetry> anyone there lol?

Silence. On all fronts. Stress is making good progress on this new coral, until they both have to stop to fight an inquisitive drowned. Not an easy feat, but they manage, though the duo lose more hearts than False would like.

Stress manages to get a leg free and starts kicking with renewed vigor, until she’s finally out. The water is lapping at their mouths now, as Stress frantically tugs at False’s cage.

“C’mon,” Stress mutters. “We’re almost there…”

A wave knocks them both underwater, and by the time Stress resurfaces, further away from False, the blond Hermit is completely submerged.

Stress thinks that she has never swum faster in her life as she races toward False, hoping against hope that there’s somehow still time to save her.

She dives down to False, who is wriggling around frantically. She tugs against the coral, but she knows it’s too late. False lets out a scream, bubbles escaping to the surface, but points to Stress’s left. She’s confused, but she looks anyways--and the trident from the dead drowned is sitting placidly on a piece of sponge, unseen by both of them until now.

Stress pushes off the battered coral, so close to breaking, but too far, all at the same time. She scoops up the trident and swims back to False, who’s starting to slow, eyes rolling up in the back of her head. With a mighty swipe, she clears the rest of the prison, and drags the unconscious False to the shore.

Stress retches, the ocean coming out of her lungs in short bursts as she collapses on the warm sand. Next to her, False lies prone. She doesn’t know what to do. Should she put her on her side? Wait, isn’t that for drunk people?

Hopefully, False will sort it out on her own. Hopefully. In the meantime, Stress realizes that the sun is setting. She needs to get them in a shelter, ASAP. There’s no time for even wood--she just digs out a small hole in a nearby hillside, and, breathing heavily, brings False’s body into it. It just barely fits both of them, but she’s grateful to have it.

Stress can’t even think about dying again, if it means having to get out of that ocean. Thankfully, she doesn’t have to; False stirs to wakefulness sometime in the middle of the night, greeted with a motley chorus of zombie groans and drowned gurgles, plus a few others that neither of them want to try to name.

They huddle together in the small chamber, wet dirt and cold stone stealing precious body heat. When morning comes, they stay there for a little while. Neither one wants to be the first one out, but eventually False stands up, the joints in her spine cracking like fireworks. She peeks her head out, but there seems to be no imminent danger at the moment, so she cautiously ventures onto the beach from their escape. A spider lies perched in a small tree nearby, but she leaves it be. As she looks out over the glimmering water, alight with the sun’s first rays, she sees the broken branches of the coral that trapped her and Stress, waves gently carrying away the scattered shards. She watches them for a second, and as she does, the tide washes out.

The tide rolls in.

They’re so careful. Neither one of them wants to go back to the awful enclosure of stony coral and risk having to repeat the experience. Monsters are run away from, shelters are dotted around the map like flowers, and their armor has never been more prized. The duo have awful luck mining, though. They barely get enough for decent gear, but Stress reminds False that they’re lucky. Judging by the death messages that scroll through the chat like clockwork, not everyone has been as fortunate as them. And at least they have each other.

Or they did, before Stress falls into a soft bed of bone-chilling powder snow, along with a few creeper friends.

False doesn’t ever want to see that same look on Stress’s face ever again. It’s imprinted into her mind now, a mix of surprise and awful resignation.

She types out a frantic message on her communicator. It doesn’t work. It hasn’t worked for weeks now. She knows it doesn’t work, and Stress does as well. But it doesn’t stop her from imagining where her only companion is right now, sending her chat after chat, begging her to come help her escape from the watery grave.

False considers respawning. Back where Stress is. She could help her then.

False would consider herself a practical person at heart, but she has never before been in a situation like this. Hermitcraft has never had a situation like this. She considers her options, falling back against the rough trunk of an oak tree, leaves raining down on her impassive face.

<StressMonster101> drowned.

She’s taking too much time. There’s no more room for error. Only action. Rustling through her pack, stuffed to the brim now with the remains of Stress’s inventory, she realizes that she has to find a way to get these items back to Stress. If she manages to escape on her own, they can meet up halfway there, and if she doesn’t, then False will have her work cut out for her.

It’s a backtrack of nearly two weeks. False does it in four days, not stopping to rest. She wishes desperately for a saddle, but when she happens upon a meadow full of horses, she grabs the nearest one, swinging herself upward onto the back of a very unwilling participant. False doesn’t care. The horse accustoms itself to her surprisingly quickly, and though False’s legs ache from the non-stop bareback ride, she knows she’ll get to Stress sooner with it. Turns out, golden apples can make a horse go through the night.

She names the horse Salvation. Sal, for short.

The journey gives her brain too much time to think, so she doesn’t, just hangs on to the death messages in the chat. It’s gruesome, but they reassure her that Stress is even still in this horrible world.

Sometimes, there’ll be a lull in the terrible rhythm, but those never last for long.

During a quick break, she gets bored and puts a braid in Sal’s mane, then uses a few of the nearby flowers to decorate it. She doesn’t realize until she re-mounts him that they’re alliums.

The tide washes out.

When False finally arrives at their old beach, she nearly cries in relief. Instead, she screams out Stress’s name as she jumps off of Sal’s back. Stumbling into the waves, she repeats her cry, voice already starting to go hoarse.

“Stress! I’m here!” False shouts. “Stress!”

She’s up to her neck now and there’s no sign of her. Maybe she made it out. Maybe False would believe that if she hadn’t just seen her death message on her communicator.

False treads water, weaving between the elaborate natural structures that make up the reef. She’s almost about to give up when she hears a weak cough, and rounds the corner to find an emaciated Stress, hanging from the coral wrapping her body like an exoskeleton.

“Stress, Stress, I’m here,” says False, wrapping her arms around the other Hermit’s body as tears start to stream down her face. “Oh my g-d. We need to get you out of here.”

Stress looks up at her, the first sign of movement she’s shown since False laid eyes on the woman. “You came for me,” she whispers. “You really came.” Her eyes flutter shut.

The tide rolls in.

Stress wakes to a gently crying False, who’s sitting beside her on the beach. Attempting a smile, she nudges the other Hermit. “Doing alright?”

False smiles at her. “Never better.”

She lets out a whistle. “Ok, so, correct me if I’m wrong, but you managed to get here quite quickly, if you came all the way from where I left?”

“Sure did.”

“How?”

“Well, meet Sal,” False says, pointing towards the forest behind them. “He was a big help.”

Stress squeals, and she thinks she can almost feel her eyes getting bigger. “Are those flowers?” She hobbles over to the horse, latching onto his neck. “I love him!”

False laughs, and Stress thinks she’s never been gladder to hear someone do so.

“But seriously, though.” False pauses for a second. “I think he’s going to be pretty important if we’re heading towards spawn.”

Stress nods. “Yeah, I think that’s a good plan. Bound to be a bigger concentration of Hermits there, right?”

“Exactly. Listen, this time we’re going to be super careful about beds. I’ll make sure we upgrade our armor as much as possible. I’ll do better--”

Stress puts a finger up to False’s lips, startling her into silence. “Nope. You did the best you absolutely could. I will have absolutely no self-blaming on this road trip.”

“Road trip?” False asks, nose crinkling.

“Absolutely.” Stress responds. “This is Hermitcraft! We’re here to have fun and make friends. And I see only one direction for that.”

“To spawn, then!” False laughs, mounting Sal and hauling Stress up after her.

“To spawn!”

The ocean watches the two ride off with mild interest. They’ll be back, after all. Sooner or later, they’ll always be back. No one can leave for long. But for now, it has other...friends to take care of, and the tide, as always, washes out.

#false #stress #submission #Hermitcraft #scattered au #mod shade #i love this so much actually #it has such good calming vibes #and #not to be one track minded or anything but #'other friends'???#:shakyeyes: impulse....

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cynicalcat · 3 years ago

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So about mcc16 bc I do kinda like mcc analysis but also it’s just my opinions tbh (this will be red rabbits and tommy focused)

I think tommy and wilbur still make a good duo. i think wilbur just had an off day and their team just had really shit luck. I think tommy’s energy probably overwhelmed wilbur a little when he was upset, but he did end up thanking tommy for keeping his energy up. I think ultimately they need another leader to balance them out a little. I think phil was maybe supposed to serve that role like they appointed him team leader and he just didn’t communicate well. (I think maybe Punz could serve this spot? Maybe tapl? idk yet)

I also think phil doesn’t really like the leader role. He feels much better suited to give the tips he knows and then have someone else just tell him what to do or let him do his own thing. I’m not blaming Phil I think communication was rough all around, but he was very quiet.

On to allium duo my shining stars. I really they have the potential to be a strong duo (and tbh they already are). Tommy ends up kinda taking the lead, but he make sure to get ranboo’s input. Ranboo would also to make sure to hear tommy out if he accidentally got spoken over. Ranboo also spoke up when he thought tommy’s plan wouldn’t work and tommy was willing to hear him out. Their communication was so good. Like survival games was super impressive. Plus tommy tends to play the moral booster, so it was fun to see ranboo match that energy and help motivate tommy. They were incredibly funny and it would be a crime to not put them together again.

So focusing on a team I’d like to see tommy with. I think tommy does best when he has someone to listen to his ideas, but he doesn’t have to play team leader the whole time. Tommy I think does his worst when he feels like he needs to carry or prove something. I think then it would be interesting to see him with someone like dream who will likely listen to him, but will also probably take on the team leader role and take some of the pressure off tommy. I also think people like ranboo and niki who help keep the team motivated and will feed off tommy’s positivity. They also help reel tommy in some and make jokes with him. Also maybe someone like tapl who’s got a more relaxed presence, but plays really well and would vibe with tommy. Maybe punz could be interesting too. idk I haven’t fully decided beyond dream, ranboo, and niki.

#mcc analysis #mcc discourse #<--- like not really but just to be safe #mcc16

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lunar-but-little · 3 years ago

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#the part where tubbo feels like he's gonna be ill but he just has ranboo put him over his shoulder like a hand towel while tubbo groans

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Fake fic title: ants and coca cola don't mix

Wilbur probably should have been more cautious when setting up his one man picnic near an anthill. That or actually look at his drink when he took a swig between strums of his guitar. Now he's got a 2 inch tall ant hybrid screaming at him from his palm as he wipes his spit and coke off them. They're demanding compensation for the ordeal they went through but he can't for the life of him figure out what they could mean by that.

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Me, who is just now finalizing everyone's role/backstory in my Origins SMP AU concept:

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Being a size difference enthusiast you'd think I'd know how to spell height by now

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Fanartist: *draws a size thing*

Me: oh sweet someone not in the community did a thing, nice

Fanartist: *Draws two size things*

Me: ... (≖_≖ )

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Prompts: Test, catch, soft

Oh goodness this took so long. No wifi does that I suppose. But I like how this turned out and I'm definitely wanting to make it one of my official AUs! I hope it is to your liking. vwv

Allium duo pog as well.

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The Fairy's Trial

16. All the fairies of this colony know that is the age where children are deemed adults. If they survive their trial, that is.

Tommy knew this as well, even more so on the night of his birthday. His trial is simple. Go out and hunt an animal much larger than himself, then bring something back from it. He inhaled deeply from where he sat on a root. His current issue is finding what exactly he should hunt.

Something like a deer would be far too big, though he's not too hesitant to say he's tempted. He could show it off proudly and gain praise from the whole colony. But he was smart enough to know better. A squirrel or mouse would be the opposite problem. The colony hunted those regularly. This was supposed to prove he could handle more challenging hunts.

His colony made sure to train him well enough for this, if he chose the correct creature to go after. Tommy stood up and stretched his wings, beginning a wandering walk.

"A rabbit? No there probably aren't any nearby. Foxes are all in their dens by now. A raccoon would-" Tommy felt something hard hit his face and stumbled back onto his ass.

Cursing under his breath, he shot his gaze up and glared at the wooden fence post he'd surely walked into. Pulling himself to his feet, he looked around. It seemed he had made his way from the forest and onto the edge of a human's lawn. It was forbidden for a fairy to interact with a human, usually for the fairy's own safety. They've seen what the humans do to butterflies and bugs.

Tommy shook the thought from his head and turned to head back into the forest. He instantly froze in his tracks. Mere inches from him was the snout of a pure black cat, gleaming eyes locked onto his. Both were like statues for a few long moments and Tommy's hand twitched for his dagger.

The cat was faster.

Tommy fell into a roll, clutching the fresh scratch across his chest. The claws had mostly grazed him but blood had already begun to bead up and into his shirt. He shot to his feet with his dagger in hand. While it was difficult to read it's body language, the flicking of the cat's tail made it obvious it was toying with him. Tommy yelled and darted to one side of it.

Earning a giant paw to the face.

Tommy grunted as his back made harsh contact with the fence post. He glared at the cat. Fighting a predator like this alone was never a good idea but it was clear the thing wasn't going to let him go back the way he came. Tommy took a quick glance over his shoulder. Perhaps he could run into the human's yard far enough to take flight? It seemed like his only at the current moment.

With a short buzz of his wings, he took off running under the wooden slats. The black cat followed almost immediately. Tommy ran for a few moments, with a couple glances back at the cat, before flapping his wings to begin flight. A slow take off. Why was he-?

Instantly two paws slammed on either side of his body, yanking him back towards the ground. He felt his body collide with the dirt and his head with something much more solid. A weak squint of his eyes showed a pebble right next to his face, his left wing bent at an odd angle, and the cat crouched over him with a paw keeping him firmly pinned down.

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut. A sniff caused his hair to flutter and his heart to race. And it practically stopped beating with what he heard next.

"Enderchest, what on earth have you got this time?" A voice called from high above.

The porch light shifted and dimmed behind his eyelids and the pressure on his back was lifted. Tommy dared to open his eyes.

"You know I don't want you messing with bugs. The poor little things don't deserve it and you could get sick if you decide to ea-" The giant figure of the human stilled, Enderchest, the cat Tommy assumed, tucked snug under one arm. He couldn't make out many details due to the glare of the porch light behind them but the fucker sure was massive. Tommy might have even been afraid if he weren't quickly losing his grip on consciousness.

"If you... What the hell is that?"

...

Tommy curled into a tighter ball as he came to, his mind cloudy. He could tell if he opened his eyes it would hurt. Or sit up. There was a dull ache in his head and chest that he slowly realized were from the cat. The cat that he was trying to flee from. Hmm. Was he successful? He vaguely remembers a human. If only his mind weren't so fuzzy.

Fuzzy? He furrowed his brow and ran a hand along the ground. It was fuzzy like moss. Except moss wasn't quite this... Fluffy. Despite the urge to just drift back off, Tommy cracked his eyes open. He was right, the light stung and made his head throb. He certainly didn't predict the fluffy pink cloth against his cheek. He ran his hand over it again. Soft. And warm too. He fought his desire to sink into it and sleep once more by forcing himself to sit up.

Tommy's chest and back didn't hurt as much as he thought, but he definitely did not feel fine. He clutched his poorly bandaged chest and took a breath before looking up.

The room appeared plain, with a desk and bed and dresser, but most definitely human. The cloth he laid on was on the desk amongst many other items. The human he'd seen had clearly found and caught him. So why wasn't he in a jar or cage? Tommy would honestly not be sticking around for the answer.

He hauled himself the his feet with a slight teeter that wouldn't really matter while flying. He took a deep breath once more and flapped his wings. He... He only got a few inches of the ground before crashing back down, luckily onto the cloth.

Tommy made a noise of confusion as glanced at his back. He felt his heart catch in his throat. His left wing was bent, he remembered now. Fucking cat. He took a few shaky breaths and settled onto the cloth. A wing could take weeks to heal, if it healed properly. He not sure if he wants to wait that long with a strange human. He couldn't exactly get himself home like this. He wasn't trapped at the moment but that just meant he had no baring for what they were planning with him.

Tommy glanced around the desk for ideas. A tall plastic looking box sat just behind him look good enough for cover if the human came back. He made his way towards the edge of the cloth.

Just as he dropped off the far edge of the plush material, he heard the door open. Tommy froze as a tall human entered the room. They had stark black and white hair with colored glasses and casual attire. They seemed to be scolding the cat again.

"I'm gonna lock you in a god damn room if you don't quit messing with stuff. You're the reason this door is closed anyway," The cat made an incessant meow, "Yeah, no you're not going near them." They human closed the door again and soft pawing was barely audible from the other side.

Tommy watched, stock still, as the human sighed and walked towards the desk. He could see that they had a small tray on their arm but not what the tray held. His eyes widened as they seemed to scan the pink cloth with a breath of a gasp. They set the tray down on the other end of the desk and begin searching around the cloth.

They eyes found his almost instantly and his breathing became shallower. They stayed locked for what felt ages, what with them practically looming over him. Tommy didn't want to be the one to make the first move but he also wanted this staring contest to end. Luckily, the human was the first to speak.

"Are... Are you feeling alright now?" They asked in a soft voice.

Tommy didn't trust their concern in the slightest, but he didn't want them to know he was terrified for his life. So he settled on what he was known to do best.

"Be a lot fucking better if your fucking cat didn't try to murder me!" He shouted at them, coming out from behind the cloth some. He kept his wings tucked low in hopes of hiding the damage from the human's sight.

They flinched back in surprise, tripping over their words, "I... I'm so, so sorry about them! I've been trying to stop them from doing this kind of thing for ages before, well, before something like this," They gestured in Tommy's general area on the desk, "I'll try to help you any way I can with whatever you need to heal."

Tommy's head throbbed. With anger, with fear, the possible concussion he had. He was tired and had no way to get home, if they'd even want him there after failing his trial. Part of him wanted to take that offer, have somewhere to stay while his wing readjusted.

A bigger part was horrified at the possibility of this being some kind of ploy to make him easier to capture and use. It's rare, he's heard of it happening before, using a fairy for their little bit of magic. Several people have disappeared. But he was here all night and very much not dead...

Apparently he'd taken to long to answer.

"I, uh, could just help you back home if you'd prefer? I'd like to help to make up for what happened but if you'd rather just leave I get it," They rubbed their neck nervously, probably wanting him to give some kind of answer.

Tommy stared at them with a bit of shock before sighing. If they were offering to let him leave...

"Fine. I'll let you help me. Just keep that fucking thing away from me," He pointed towards the door.

The human let out a breath of relief, visibly relaxing, "Of course! I planed too anyway, for everyone's sake," The human stated before standing straighter. Tommy backed up several inches on shaky legs.

The human retrieved their tray as Tommy processed what he'd just done. He's trusted a human. With his life. The concussion must have make him insane.

"Oh! I'm Ranboo, by the way," They set a small plate of chopped fruits a small distance from him with a soft smile, "Could I know your name?"

He stared at the fruit a moment, slowly walking closer to it. He picked up a piece of what seemed to be strawberry and glanced up at th-Ranboo, "Tommy..." He takes a bite from the strawberry.

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