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aslitheryprinx · 3 years ago

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Who needs sleep? All I need is tiny Michael and his two giant dads!

If you don't want to read it on ao3, fic is below the cut:

CW: none. This is pure fluff hours.

A Gift for Michael

Ranboo watched with a dopey grin as Michael spun in place. The tiny piglin wobbled as he turned in circles, little giggles spilling from his lips as he got dizzier and dizzier. Finally, the dizziness was too much, and Michael fell backwards with a squeal of laughter.

The enderman hybrid let out a little vroop of delight. He could watch his son toddle around all day… if it weren't so hard on his back.

Because Michael was so small, only a couple of inches, it wasn't safe for him to wander around the larger rooms he and Tubbo used. Michael had his own little bedroom, as close to his size as they could manage. Since he was still a toddler, and oblivious to the dangers of falling from high places, the room was on the floor, in case he managed to wander out.

Thus, if Ranboo wanted to fulfill his dreams of doing nothing but watch his son's adorable antics, he had to do so while lying flat on the floor in order to see into Michael's room. Entirely worth it, in his opinion.

"Boo!" Michael cried, tapping a hand against the baby gates that kept him inside. He looked at Ranboo with a grin on his face, his one eye wide and excited.

Ranboo nearly burst into tears.

"Hi, Michael," he said softly, his tail thumping against the ground.

"Ranboo!" Tubbo shouted suddenly, bursting into the room.

Ranboo jumped, slamming his head against the underside of the table Michael's room was hidden beneath. He made a noise in Endspeak that he was about 70% sure was a curse.

"No swearing around the tiny baby," Tubbo chided instantly, not sounding upset in the slightest.

"I don't think he can actually make that sound, Tubbo," Ranboo said with a laugh.

Of course, Michael proved him wrong a second later by making an incredibly close approximation to the probably-swear.

"Awwww, is Michael's first word a swear?" Tubbo cooed. "Uncle Tommy is going to be so proud."

"No, no," Ranboo protested. "He said my name a second ago! Can you say it again Michael? Can you say 'Boo'?"

"V-wirirp," said Michael.

"Yeah… if I'm gonna be honest, even if he said 'Boo,' that wasn't his first word either," Tubbo said.

"What do you mean, even if-"

"Cause remember he said chicken the other day?" Tubbo finished.

If by 'chicken' he meant something that sounded like 'tickee' then yes he kind of had.

"And 'appa,'" Ranboo said with a smile.

"I think you mean apple, boss man," Tubbo corrected. "Our Michael only says the most sophisticated words."

"So ch and l's are too hard for you, but you can perfectly copy an Endspeak swear?" Ranboo whispered to Michael. "What's that about, huh?"

"Boo," Michael said solemnly.

"Huh," said Tubbo. "He really did learn your name."

"Mmhmm!" he said with a happy flick of his tail.

"No 'ran,' though, probably too hard for him."

"You can't expect him to run, he's still learning to walk!" Ranboo said with a smirk.

Tubbo was unamused.

"Puns are banned in my house," he said flatly.

"Your house?" Ranboo repeated. "The magnificent mansion that you are paying monthly installments of diamonds for?"

"Ok, fine. Puns are banned in my country," Tubbo shot back.

"Hmm," he hummed, still not impressed. "It wasn't really a pun, more like wordplay."

"Well I'll play… your… words," his husband said. Ranboo snorted.

"Ooh ouch, got me there."

"Are you going to get out from under the table sometime today?" Tubbo asked, apparently giving up. Ranboo was about to say no, he was fine right here, but he frowned. There was a fuzzy feeling at the back of his mind, the kind that happened when he was forgetting something… so pretty much daily.

"Did we have something to do today?" He asked, furrowing his brow.

"Yup," his husband said with a grin. "We're going shopping for the G-I-F-T."

Ranboo felt a familiar buzz of happiness he got whenever Tubbo didn't make a big deal out of his memory problems. Then, he processed what the other hybrid had actually said and let out a gasp of delight.

"Michael's birthd-!"

"Shhhhh," Tubbo hushed him quickly.

Ranboo managed to calm himself, though his tail was flicking back and forth rapidly with his excitement.

"I don't think he knows the word birthday yet, 'Bo," he said with a small amount of amusement. Tubbo rolled his eyes, but didn't comment.

"Ready to go?" he asked instead.

"Yes! Wait not yet," Ranboo said quickly.

He turned to Michael, and reached over the baby gate, holding his hand out flat. The little piglin instantly jumped into his hand, grabbing onto his thumb. Ranboo curled his fingers around his son, and carefully lifted him out of his room.

He held Michael up to his face. The piglin leaned forward, hugging Ranboo's nose with all of his might.

"Bah! Bah! Boo!" He babbled. Ranboo chose to believe he was saying goodbye.

"Bye-bye, Michael," he said with a smile. He gently nuzzled the toddler. "I'll see you soon, ok?"

With great reluctance, he pulled Michael away, and lowered him back into his room. He tilted his hand gently, and Michael slid off, going right back to spinning in circles.

Ranboo gave himself one last look at the adorable sight, then began the awkward ordeal of actually getting out from under the table. He banged his head once or twice, but finally managed to squirm out with most of his dignity intact. He stood, and brushed himself off, turning to his husband.

"Ready now!" He said, practically bouncing with excitement.

Tubbo had an achingly fond look on his face. The goat hybrid reached forward, grabbing his wrist. After a couple of tugs, he linked his arm through Ranboo's, and they began walking towards the door.

"Where to first?" Ranboo asked.

"Well, I happen to know of a shop close to L'm- close to the museum," Tubbo said, barely stumbling at the mistake.

"What kind of shop?" Ranboo didn't mention his slip. Tubbo was considerate enough to not mention his faulty memory. He would return the favor the best he could.

"I don't know, one that sells things?" Tubbo said with a shrug.

"Helpful," said Ranboo dryly.

"We'll just find out when we get there," came the airy response.

Tubbo tugged his arm gently, bumping their shoulders together- quite a feat considering the enderman hybrid's shoulder was about a foot higher.

Ranboo smiled. Even if the shop was a bust, he knew he wouldn't regret going. Spending a day with Tubbo would always be worth his time.

***

The shop did indeed sell things. Shocker.

It was actually a gift shop, or something along those lines. The stock seemed to be made up of various knick knacks and novelty items. None of it was very impressive, but this type of shop was perfect for their needs.

Unsurprisingly, shopping for a three inch tall toddler was not an easy task. Not only was it hard to find toddler safe wares, it was impossible to find toddler safe wares that were Michael's size. Choking hazard they may be, but tiny toys were the only thing small enough for their son to interact with.

A gift shop like this usually sold nothing but cheap junk. However, a lot of that junk was pocket sized. Michael sized. Weird keychains and figurines weren't the most traditional of toys, but Ranboo and Tubbo had learned to be creative while raising a child the size of a finger. The hope today was to find something a little more traditionally toy-like for Michael's birthday.

Tubbo had wandered towards the jewelry- sometimes the charms made for decent toys- while Ranboo gravitated towards the keychains. Even without his mission to find a gift, he would enjoy browsing the keychains. Most of them were shiny, made from gemstones that caught the light in a particularly pleasing manner. But they weren't what he was looking for.

Ironically, he didn't see something that caught his eye until it did the exact opposite. Instead of drawing his attention like most, his gaze slid over one keychain. He glanced back a second later, realizing it wasn't a gemstone one, and his eyes went wide.

"Tubbo!" He called, gingerly lifting the keychain from where it rested. "Tubbo, I found it."

His husband rushed over from the other side of the store, nearly bowling over an elderly couple in his determination. He slid to a stop beside Ranboo, eyes automatically falling to the keychain he held cupped in his hands. He gasped.

"It's perfect," he said reverently.

***

Eret squinted down at the object in their hands with just a hint of bewilderment. Two button eyes and a nose of thread poked out of a fluffy face. The head was topped with two little ears and a keychain attachment. Despite its size, barely an inch, it was shaped just like any other teddy bear.

"I'm sorry, you want me to what?" They asked.

"Take out it's guts and stuff it with something softer?" Ranboo repeated a little sheepishly.

Eret gently poked at the bear. Despite the soft outside, it was very firm. Whatever made up the material inside, it wouldn't make for a very huggable teddy. However, for a keychain meant to hold its shape, it was very practical. Their skepticism must have shown on their face, because Tubbo spoke up.

"Please, Eret," Tubbo begged, giving them the sad eyes he used to use whenever he wanted something. It had been a while since they'd seen that. "You're the only person I know who can sew and shit besides Tommy- and he'd give the bear fucking angry eyes or a tattoo or some shit."

"That… that still doesn't explain why," Eret said.

"It's for Michael," Ranboo said quietly, glancing around to make sure nobody else heard. Eret instantly softened.

They were one of the few people who knew of Michael's existence. It had been an accidental discovery, but they were determined not to betray Ranboo and Tubbo's trust- especially Tubbo's, after everything.

Any weakness in this world was dangerous. Attachments were taken advantage of and destroyed with barely a second thought. Michael was a toddler, an incredibly tiny one. Both made him very vulnerable, and the two husbands protected him with a terrifying amount of resolve.

As far as they knew, the only other people who knew about Michael's existence were Tommy, Phil and Fundy. The latter two's discovery of Michael had been as accidental as their own, and Fundy had nearly had an axe buried in his skull when he handled Michael a little too roughly.

To be trusted with anything Michael related, no matter how small, was beyond an honor. To be trusted at all again was more than they deserved. It was something to be treasured.

"I'll do it," Eret said, handling the bear with even more care now that he knew its purpose. Of course Tubbo and Ranboo wanted it stuffed with something softer; it was for their beloved son.

***

Ranboo hadn't realized how time-consuming Eret's job would be. Restuffing the bear took several hours, and the size seemed to make it harder rather than speed anything up. Each movement and stitch had to be made with the utmost care, or Eret risked tearing the delicate little bear. It was dark by the time they finally got home.

If Michael had been a human or even a hybrid, they wouldn't have left him alone for so long. But, though he was a toddler, he was also a piglin. Even as infants, pigling young needed far less supervision than human babies. Though snacks wouldn't hurt them, they really only needed to eat once a day, so there was no need to feed Michael every few hours. Because his room was very thoroughly baby-proofed, there was no risk of him hurting himself while they weren't watching.

Still, neither of them liked leaving their son home alone. Ranboo hoped he liked the gift, otherwise they'd been away from him for nothing.

Tubbo carefully held the stuffed bear, which was now incredibly squishy and sewed shut with golden thread. Ranboo slipped under the table to get Michael. He managed to avoid bumping his head this time, which was a huge plus.

"Michael? We're back. And we brought you a…" Ranboo trailed off as he peeked into Michael's room.

The little piglin was fast asleep, curled up in a pile of blankets with a happy smile on his face. Ranboo felt a wave of happiness at the adorable sight, but he was also a little disappointed.

"He's asleep," Ranboo told Tubbo in a whisper.

"Oh," said Tubbo, sounding just as disappointed as he felt. "Should we just stick the bear in with him?"

"What? No!" Ranboo said, giving his husband an indignant look. "That ruins the whole point of the gift!"

"He's a toddler, Boo," Tubbo said in exasperation. "He's not gonna understand gifts anyways."

"He's a toddler," Ranboo repeated with narrowed eyes, "so he won't understand that we gave him the bear if we put it there now. He'll think it appeared out of nowhere."

"So?"

"So, what if he doesn't trust it? What if it scares him? What if he hates it? What if he hates us for not protecting him??" Ranboo's voice rose with each new possibility.

"Alright, that's a little bit-" Tubbo began.

"Boo?" A tiny voice cut him off. Ranboo turned to the source, finding a bleary-eyed Michael blinking up at him.

"Hey buddy," Ranboo cooed. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."

"Bee?" Michael said a few seconds later.

"B-? Oh, Tubbo?" Ranboo guessed. "He's here too."

Tubbo stuck his head under the table, and Michael leapt to his feet, jumping and pointing.

"Bee!" The toddler enthused. Ranboo blinked back the moisture in his eyes at the precious nickname Michael had for Tubbo.

"That's right, Bee and Boo are back now. You wanna come out?" He asked.

"Ow?" Michael echoed. He held up his arms, which Ranboo took as a yes.

Ranboo carefully reached out, scooping Michael into his hands. The piglin leaned into the warmth with a yawn, still drowsy from his nap. Ranboo's heart melted as his son nuzzled against his fingers, making a chuffing sound he'd heard Techno make a few times.

It was a lot harder with his hands full of such precious cargo, but he wiggled his way out from under the table and slowly stood. He checked on Michael, who still seemed comfortable, then turned to Tubbo with mounting excitement.

"Now?" He asked.

"Now," Tubbo confirmed with a grin.

"Michael, we have a gift for you," Ranboo told the toddler. Michael looked up at him with an expression void of any thoughts.

"Michael, look here," Tubbo crooned, catching their son's attention. The piglin's gaze swiveled towards him, and Tubbo held out the little bear.

He reached out, and Tubbo and Ranboo moved as one, cupping their hands together so Michael could reach. The toddler crawled forward, stopping in front of the plush bear. He tentatively extended his hand, petting its soft fur. Then, with a delighted little noise, he pulled it into his lap and hugged it.

"Ben nen! Bah bah!" He babbled ecstatically.

Tubbo nodded along, pretending to understand the baby talk. Then he looked up at Ranboo with a serious expression.

"He says the bear's name is Benson," Tubbo announced solemnly. Michael let out a happy shriek, seeming to confirm this.

Ranboo snorted. He could kind of see where Tubbo heard 'Benson'… except Michael couldn't say his S's yet.

"Are you sure he didn't say Bennen?" he asked.

"That's not a name," Tubbo scoffed.

"Then Brennen, perhaps? I don't think he has R's down either."

"Brennen," his husband said with disdain, "is a stupid name for a bear. That's a last name, only an American would use it as a first name."

"You sound like Tommy," Ranboo said.

"Take that back," said Tubbo with a mock glare.

"Never."

They fell silent, both content to watch Michael puttering around in their joined hands. He toddled back and forth, babbling and holding up Benson the bear whenever he noticed their eyes on him.

Ranboo glanced back and forth between his husband and his son. Something desperately, achingly fond surged in his chest. He wouldn't trade anything for what he had right now.

Soft moments, in the dim light of a mostly empty mansion. Here, in his home, with the two most important people in the world.

***

#mcyt g/t #g/t #giant/tiny #dream smp #dsmp au #dsmp ao3 #beeduo #michael underscore beloved #tiny!michael

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shushiyuii · 3 years ago

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hi hi! can i request some g!ranboo with t!sbi+tubbo? hurt/comfort noms?

Of course you can! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Soft vore, unwilling prey

Words: 900+

Block? Block! He picked up the grass block happily, “Block!” he spoke in enderman. This grass block had a particular thing about it that caught the enderling’s interest, it had a beautiful, pink allium flower, it reminded him of somebody.

It was clear at the moment that Ranboo wasn’t quite as normal as he normally would be wandering around the SMP, he was enderwalking.

A state in which is like a second person in his body, he doesn’t remember what this other version of him does. But it’s not the same for EnderBoo, he remembers his other self.

He wandered and teleported around the SMP, wandering, and trying to do whatever he could find entertaining which would be collecting flowers. He picked up whatever flowers he could, Alliums, Orchids, Dandelions, some Ferns, Daisies and pink Tulips.

Soon after he went home to Snowchester, placing all of these flowers in a chest. As he was organising the flowers, he heard little padding getting ever so louder, he turned his head to see Michael. “Michael!” he said happily in enderman but the little piglin just titled his ears.

Michael then tugged on his sleeve to instruct Ranboo to follow him, he was confused at first but then followed Michael to his room. When he entered the room Michael pointed towards his dresser, curious he went to investigate it.

There he heard a voice, “Boo! Help!”. His ears flicked and turned his head, there he saw a tiny Tubbo. Tubbo? What had happened? Why is he small? “Tubbo?” he asked in a low voice, “Wait, are you enderwalking?” Tubbo walked towards Ranboo.

Which was kind of a mistake since he slipped on something and fell off the table, he screamed as he fell, but fortunately, Ranboo caught him. “Thanks, Boo, you okay?”. Ranboo stood there conflictingly for a moment, Tubbo was way too small. Too easy to be hurt, he had to protect Tubbo.

He lifted Tubbo close to his face, “Boo, what are you doing?”, “Protect”. He replied as he lifted Tubbo closer to face, “Boo?” he sounded slightly more panicked. He opened his mouth wide, plenty of Tubbo to fit inside,

“BOO?!” he yelled as he was shoved into Ranboo’s mouth, Ranboo taking care to gently place Tubbo inside, then softly swallowing and sending Tubbo to be tucked away.

He felt squirming as he felt Tubbo make his way down, but he put no mind to it, thinking about others. What if the other’s were hurt? He panicked, if Tubbo was small what if the others were small too? He had to protect the others.

He ruffled the fur of a confused Michael, then teleported away. As he teleported, the occupant of Ranboo’s stomach found the journey strange, he felt dizzy like he had no sense of where he was for a moment as there was a jolt in Ranboo’s stomach, which confused him. But then moved back to shoving at the walls, hoping to get Ranboo’s attention.

He was now by Las Nevadas, he remembered Tommy and Wilbur mentioning something about being nearby or something, he wandered the forest for a while until he found half-built stone walls. There on those walls were Wilbur and Tommy, yelling at each other.

He chirped in curiosity and got closer, Tommy was the first to notice him, “Ranboo! You gott-“. He was cut off when Ranboo had picked up Tommy, “Ranboo what are you doing?” asked Wilbur, staring at how close Tommy was to Ranboo’s face.

He went from confused to panic when he saw Ranboo shove Tommy into his mouth and swallow, seeing the lump go down that throat. ‘Shit’ he thought and before he could get away, he was picked up by Ranboo and promptly swallowed as well.

Ranboo chirped as he heard audible yelling and movements in his stomach, he rubbed it to hopefully soothe the occupants inside, then continued on his quest as he teleported to the Antarctic empire.

He first made way to Techno’s house, who he picked up as he saw the tiny struggling to rummage through a chest, as soon as he made way to open his mouth though Techno had managed to squirm out of his grasp. He almost fell to the floor before Ranboo caught him. “Ranboo, what are you trying to do exactly?”.

“Protect”, he answered and quickly shoved Techno into his mouth, swallowing quickly so Techno had barely any reaction time to struggle back, that didn’t stop him from almost making him choke but he managed to safely tuck away Techno.

He purred as he felt everyone in his stomach but there was still somebody missing so he made his way next door. When he entered the house, he saw Phil flying towards him, he laid out his hands for Phil to land on, so he did. “Hiya mate! You got any idea what’s going on?”.

He got no answer, instead, Phil let out an alert chirp as Ranboo pulled him closer to his face, he tried to fly away but Ranboo had tightened his grip. He was then shoved into Ranboo’s mouth and promptly swallowed just like the rest of his family.

When he was finished, he rubbed his gut and teleported back home with a yawn. And then tucked into the bed for the night, comfortably sleeping with his family.

The next day Ranboo woke up to feel a strange weight in his stomach, he poked at it for a minute before stretching and getting up. Then he felt the movements, he put a hand to his stomach as he felt so many movements.

‘Shit’.

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #dsmp g/t #giant!ranboo #tiny!techno #tiny!phil #tiny!wilbur #tiny!tommy #tiny!tubbo #tw vore #shushi's writings

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pigstepping · 3 years ago

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Hi folks I am here with another installation of Techno fic recs, this time with an emphasis on peer pressure duo because jesus christ, what the fuck @ last weekend's lore ;-; As usual, this batch includes five wonderful, underappreciated fics with a spotlight on Technoblade, each with 1k words or more and ~5k hits or less. I’ll give the archive rating and warnings, main character groupings, and word count. You give some love to the authors via kudos and comments.

As always, be sure to read the author tags as well! And we're off:

Just a little weighed down. by BecausePlot

T || No Warnings Apply || Boreal Trio, Beeduo || 17k

Phil gets badly hurt saving Ranboo from a grisly fate, but his injury reminds him of some painful memories. Slice-of-life character work with lots of attention to Ranboo’s individual relationships with Phil, Techno, and Tubbo, as well as Techno and Phil’s shared history. Also features some lovely canon-life worldbuilding. Standalone in a larger series.

we can agree on this one thing by So_Runs_the_World_Away

G || No Warnings Apply || Techno, Bench Trio || 13k

Techno and Tubbo put aside their differences to protect Ranboo and Tommy. Features Techno as a reluctant, stressed-out Best Man at the Bee Duo wedding, which is obviously peak content. Also comes with a healthy dose of angst, slowly improving communication, Techno + baby Michael piglin interactions, and a bit of enderwalk lore.

If Found (please return to Philza Minecraft) by HolidayTeagarden, Wolf06

T || No Warnings Apply || Boreal Trio || 14k

Techno and Phil get attacked by a terrifying high-tech cyborg assassin, but they realize something is a little… off. Part of a larger series so there's an unresolved ending but I enjoyed it even as a standalone. Fun cyberpunk dystopia setting, cool fight scenes, and some ethically-questionable but well-meaning human trafficking (?)

gold (property of michael underscore beloved) by k_152

G || No Warnings Apply || Techno, Bee Duo || 1k

Tubbo and Ranboo ask Technoblade for help with Michael. A well-written, short-and-sweet example of a classic premise, with all the piglin worldbuilding, techno being good with kids, and wholesome bee duo parenting you’d want to see. Also a brief shining moment of Ranboo being a fucking weirdo (slash affectionate)

tell me where it hurts by moosical

G || Chose Not to Warn || Boreal Trio || 4k

Ranboo gets wrecked by the wither effect while Techno and Phil scramble to keep him alive. Ranboo really goes through it in this one (tw for emetophobia) and caretaker Techno and Phil are a compelling combination of gentle and steely. Also includes a nice arc for Ranboo as he goes from hiding his vulnerability to trusting people to help.

Happy reading! Hope this makes the non-stop party of canon a little easier to bear <3

(Previous batch here)

#ranboo #technoblade #fic recs #ethic's rec list #things i staunchly refuse to face: the first time technoblade encounters ghostboo #im not strong enough i simply will die #m #(psst if you're an author and you'd like your work taken off my rec list pls dm me! i'm happy to admire your writing from afar <3)

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baka-monarch · 4 years ago

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"But the question now is, who's the mysterious borrower who moves in?" Borrower Michaelle? (I think that's how you spell it? Puffy tried giving Michael a zombie piglin friend but then it went south when Sam joined. He wanted to rename the piglin to Michael and kill it in front of Ranboo and Tubbo. Thankfully that didn't happen.)

Nice- (I had my own ideas with Tommy but Michelle-)

Hmmmm- Michelle is a borrower kid that lost her parents and is found by Michael, they quickly become friends, and both of Michael's parents are very supporting of that (even though they think Michelle is an imaginary friend-)

Mcyt g/t tag list:

@nomynameisanon @trashpumped @loriepoptale @encaos @i-am-a-weeb @wyforyu-gaming @shy-septic-dragon @5unfl0writ3r @colorfulsiren @moonmwah @iwasgoingtohellanyways @echoslime @wilbur-simp @trouble-off-grid @the-misfits-system

#ask #mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #borrower!michelle #g/t Micheal

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darkeninganon · 3 years ago

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I posted 9,983 times in 2021

304 posts created (3%)

9679 posts reblogged (97%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 31.8 posts.

I added 1,004 tags in 2021

#nice art - 467 posts

#ask - 129 posts

#reference - 70 posts

#xd - 69 posts

#baka-monarch - 57 posts

#:) - 56 posts

#anon - 46 posts

#white enderman! dream - 43 posts

#anon ask - 38 posts

#mcyt g/t - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#it's especially funny because tommy clearly didn't know dream had set up a set of rules for drista and that she wasn't allowed in the prison

My Top Posts in 2021

Tubbo, on Ranboo’s Stream: I’m going to browse Tumblr.

Me, in John Mulaney’s voice: SCATTER!

56 notes • Posted 2021-04-28 03:05:29 GMT

Fic promt idea: Tommy and Dream swap bodies with their dsmp counterparts and now have to find a way to get together so they can help each other get back to normal- but everyone is trying to keep them separated

Thing popped into my head, Warning for cursing and real names being used.

Tommy stared at his reflection. It... surely this wasn't his body. It was thinner, much more boney, hair was longer, and he looked... Wait.

"I'm in fucking Minecraft?!" Tommy spun around, finally noticing hoe square and blocky the world was. Oh shit. Tommy ran out of his house, hoping, praying to find someone who could help him. Who on this damned server could help him?!

"Tommy!"

Oh, for- "Fuck off Sam! I can't deal with this now!"

"Tubbo... Told you?" Sam panted, bracing himself on his knees as he caught his breath. Tommy looked at Sam, tilting his head in confusion. "Dream... Dream escaped for real... This time..." Sam took a few more breaths before composing himself; "Ranboo, Niki, Philza, and Techno broke in and grabbed him.

Dream... Dream! Of course! The guy who created the server! "Oh my god, Sam you're a genius!"

"What?"

"I have to go, I'll se you later though!" Tommy took off, heading towards Snowchester to get Dream's armor, ignoring Sam shouting after him. Even if it wasn't... Clay and was in fact Dream surely they could strike a deal and he could help Tommy.

All of that came to a halt when Tommy rounded the corner and saw Dream sitting in front of the crypt that was supposed to contain the Nightmare Armor set. With a yelp, Tommy ducked back behind cover, hiding just in time that Dream didn't see him. Tommy peered out from his hiding spot, watching as Dream inspected the wall.

Wait... Did Dream know about the crypt, or was that only Clay? Tommy couldn't remember.

The teen continued to watch Dream inspect the wall, giving it a couple of light taps before punching it, only to yell a string of curse and cringe.

"Guess that's why you don't get anything. Fuck that hurt."

"Clay?"

Dream spun around, catching a glimpse of Tommy hiding behind Tubbo's house.

"Tom Simmons?"

Tommy came out from hiding, smiling wide. "Holy shit. Oh my god. Oh, this is great!"

"Maybe for you, but I seriously regret going along with this plotline."

Tommy stopped at that. They were in their character's bodies. They both only had one life left. Dream was being hunted by the entire server. "Should we make Logsteadshire a country now?"

"Only if it's a non-extradition country."

"Only if you don't blow up my stuff anymore."

"Deal. Let's go."

Neither one noticed Sam watching them, eyes wide in horror as Tommy casually walked off with Dream, back to where he was exiled.

71 notes • Posted 2021-10-25 19:04:22 GMT

//rp, DSMP

I’m in a salty mood, so here’s a question for all you Wilbur apologists: Why is is that he can’t control the Cannon for Ghostbur (aka one of his characters), but he’s allowed to decided the cannon fates, motives, alignments, and backstories of characters that belong to other content creators?

Go ahead, tell me, I’ll wait. :)

77 notes • Posted 2021-12-05 17:09:45 GMT

So, last night, Puffy planned to prank Tubbo and Ranboo by giving them another zombie piglin child named Michelle. Sam decided to..... Help by suggesting that they name the duplicate Michael, hide the real Michael, and then kill the fake in front of Tubbo and Ranboo. Tubbo left (presumably asleep), so he was not aware of this, but Ranboo was awake, and logged on, talking to Sam, Bad, and Puffy through the game chat. Needless to say the way he was acting was pretty....unsettling. Usually, when he is not live or is not chilling with Tubbo, he is in his “Enderwalk” state, which usually results in him acting very suspiciously. He wasn’t acting sus, but he was acting a little weird. He kept bringing up cannon things to Sam for WHY Ranboo wasn’t going to let them near Michael, but then it got to a point where he decided that the only way to get rid of them was to attack them, and in the process broke the boat that Michelle was in. When Sam got upset about that Ranboo simply responded with something along the lines of “See how easily accidents can happen?” The whole confrontation ends when Puffy decides to take Michelle in herself, and even though that appeases Ranboo, he doesn’t log off for a good long while, even after the whole group has moved the second baby pigling to Puffy’s house. What am I getting at here? Imagine that Ranboo was actually in his Enderwalk state, but even then got the urge to go to Snowchester and check on something, that something being Michael. Michael couldn’t snap Ranboo out of his Enderwalk state, but seeing Michael, it overrode whatever Dream’s order was (Or whatever Enderwalk Ranboo planned to do) and since Sam did (jokingly) threaten Michael once, Enderwalk Ranboo decided that Sam was too big of a threat to ignore, and upon Sam continually pushing Enderwalk Ranboo decided to try and remove him forever. Thankfully it did not work, but I kind of like the idea of Ranboo loving Michael so much that Ranboo’s desire to protect Michael overrides whatever else he does when Enderwalking.

77 notes • Posted 2021-03-09 21:55:05 GMT

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38 notes • Posted 2021-10-13 18:39:55 GMT

Phil: What’s it like being tall?

Wilbur: Is it nice?

Tubbo: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Ranboo: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

45 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 05:10:44 GMT

Giant Mer Tommy saving Human SBI after a storm hit their boat.

Pleaseeeee :D

Of course! Here ya go! Although it might not be good-

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"you are an idiot-" "hey! At least I'm not the one who threw away the compass and hit the boat when he 'forgot" about checking the weather!" The human and half piglin said as they lashed out at each other while the older male just rowed the boat with their last paddle to at least get them somewhere other then being out here.. but with all the yelling they didn't realize the giant siren that was quickly closing in and listening to their conversations..

Tommy was intrigued by these humans, heck, he didn't even know what humans were so it was like seeing a myth in real life to him. And surprisingly, he actually thought they we're pretty funny but also weird.. 'how are they just staying up there? Where are their scales and gils?' he looked a bit closer, him being just under the boat the humans were fighting on, 'where are their tails?.. do they know magic?!' he instantly thought because that's the only reason that made sense to him at this point, other then that some of the humans on the boat didn't like each other..

"Boy's be quiet-" "at least I don't act like a cat on catnip whenever I find gold!" "Well, at least I wasn't rejected 28 times!" The humans said harshly at each other, it may sound annoying to some people but to Tommy, it was the funniest thing in the world. So from under the waters surface the humans could hear a loud giggle- giggle? In the water? And why did did it sound like a child's giggle? And other similar questions ran through their mind as they pondered before Phil had a realization.. 'is there a lost child out here too?!' he practically screamed in his mind as he rushed over to look over the edge to go see if the child was okay.. but.. he didn't see a normal child, he saw two giant blue eyes filled with wonder stare back at him..

Tommy smiled at the sight of the older paying attention to him and slightly burst out of the water to see the group better, "hello!! I'm Tommy, who are you?!" He yelled out excitedly, the people on the boat we're silent, "hello? Are you okay?.." he poked the boat to get their attention and the half piglin spoke up.. "what the hell are you?!" He yelled in somewhat fear, he was not going to die by a child today without getting answers- "I'm a sin-i-rin! I think-" I think he's a little too young to how to pronounce some words properly- "what are you? How can you breathe? Are you using magics?!" The giant Betta fish boy immediately asked the three, it was silence until the oldest spoke up, "hi Tommy, I'm Phil, this is Wilbur, and the guy who asked you a very rude question is Techno." He glared at Techno, "me and Wilbur are human but Techno is a piglin, we have lungs?.. and no, we aren't using magic." Tommy tilted his head confusedly and then put something's together "are you new here?" He asked, Phil only responded with a nod and the giant boy's eye's lit up as he picked the three up "I can give you a tour! You can meet my friends and stay with me at my house!" He smiled as he swam down under the water, but only after using a little thing he liked to call bubble magic to help them breathe, "stay?!" The three said in unison, this was gonna be a long day..

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Also this is Tommy! A Red Dragon Betta fish hybrid!

54 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 23:38:02 GMT

This is going to break your heart

i am a candle

But your my biological son- I didn't do a candle.. wait- GHOST!!!!

77 notes • Posted 2021-08-14 20:48:59 GMT

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