#pred!techno

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Techno started this as a self insert comfort thing and then I (cat) finished it for them:) also I think the title is so funny I’m a stupid silly

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The Voices Demand Vore

(1576 words) [same size vore]

There was a burning passionate feeling aching its way through Techno’s chest for the past few months now. The voices that usually echoed violence through his mindspace, craving blood and the loss of life, had shifted slowly into a new desire. In place of their murderous rampage, was now a ringing fantasy of a different kind. Techno now felt the strong urge to open his jaws to his friends, followed by a hunger pain screeching through his system, and begging for a full stomach.

The pinkette wasn’t sure how to take it at first, when the thoughts arose he felt a sort of shame associated with them. He assumed, since they were the demands of his voices, that the intention was to kill. He wasn’t wrong for assuming that, surely? But as he listened with perked ears closer to their whispers, he realized not a single word muttered was of ill intent. They rang of protection, of comfort. It confused him.

Over the days as his thoughts intensified and burned away, he started to understand where the voices were coming from. Soon enough, he was playing into the ideas they offered up. Techno would imagine his friends curled around his tongue, tracing over his teeth to picture how they’d react. If his friends were miniature, how would they react to being scooped up and dropped into his mouth? Would they trust him, or panic? Techno shut his eyes softly, tongue rolling over an imaginary figure with pleasure.

One time, Techno was spending the day with his little brother. The blonde boy was being particularly obnoxious, disorganizing Techno’s collections of his hoarded trinkets, and tossing things around. Tommy was climbing over Techno’s bed, playfully racing away to get out of reach of Techno’s claws. The piglin cussed under his breath, fingertips just missing the collar of the blonde’s shirt.

“Come back here you little monster-“ Techno mocked anger. Then the voices peaked up.

Tommy stuck his tongue out, spinning around and crouching on the other side of the bedframe, little head poking up just so his squinted eyes could be seen.

Techno’s lips curled to show off his fangs and he growled, keeping the teasing tone clear. He bit hard on his tongue, “Get over here or I’ll eat you up.”

Tommy’s eyes widened slightly, before his eyebrows furrowed, “You weirdo, Blade. What you want to eat me, hm?”

The piglin halted in his spot, gulping embarrassed. His ears twitched and Techno could feel his face flush.

“I-“ the voices cried at him, ‘Tell him how you feel’, ‘Scare him’, ‘Go over there right now and swallow him whole’.

Techno needed a quick way out of the situation, something to deflect.

Suddenly, the blonde was climbing back over the blankets, and he flopped down staring up at Techno. He puffed his cheeks out and frowned.

His hands were shaking, he realized. The piglin was staring down at his little brother, salivating at the idea of scoffing him down his throat. The echoes in his head were now high pitched bells squealing and ringing out, causing him a migraine of desperation.

“T-that’s right, Tommy,” he decided it was too much. He was just going to let the demands take over, “You’ve been nothing but a pain. I might as well swallow you whole so you can’t wreck my house anymore.”

The blonde flinched, visibly not expecting a proper response. The cogs turning in his head were painfully obvious in his processing eyes, “Oh yeah?” Tommy gave him narrowed eyes.

Techno slid his hands under Tommy’s armpits, and lifted him up effortlessly. He met the blue eyes with an unreadable expression.

“I’m hungry too, Tommy. Very hungry. You’ll do as a nice snack for me.”

His little brother was now scrambling under his arms, trying to push away from the piglin, who’s maw was open wide and threatening. Techno had only a fraction of his full strength used on holding Tommy.

“OI- get off me, Blade!-“ Tommy struggled, pushing his palm against Techno’s snout, his fingers pressed half against his teeth, and half against his nose. That’s when Techno realized that Tommy was playing still. He knew the kid would hit him or tell Techno flat to his face to fuck off; but the blonde wasn’t even trying.

“Do you want me to eat you, Tommy?” Techno’s voice was low and gravely.

His brother went still, “Fuckin’ n-no obviously!” But his eyes kept flashing between Techno’s gaping maw and his bright glasses.

The voices screamed in delight as Techno laughed mockingly, “You’re going to taste so good, Tommy.”

The blonde yelped as Techno’s tongue licked over his face, swirling up his hair in thick spit. The wet appendage rolled over Tommy’s nose and he let out a noise of disgust, before promptly wiping the wet off.

“You’re gross,” Tommy whined.

Techno chuckled, “You’re delicious.”

He rolled his eyes and Techno licked back over him. And again, and again. Tommy was soon enough covered in a layer of saliva and held a very unhappy expression. The piglin scoffed playfully, then moved Tommy’s body closer, opening his mouth wider, listening to the voices screaming louder.

‘Eat him.’

‘Swallow him.’

‘Devour him.’

Tommy’s head was shuffled carefully into Techno’s mouth. The pinkette was spending extra effort and care not the nick the blonde with his fangs, tongue pressed against them cautiously. He could already hear Tommy’s heartbeat thumping faster as his body was shoveled back.

Techno felt his head meet the back of his throat, blonde hair tickling his uvula lightly. He took deep, shaky inhales through his nose, wanting everything to go right, and worrying unnecessarily about what could go wrong.

Tommy seemed to be just as nervous, body unmoving and his breath unsteady. His arms were practically plastered against his sides, fingers twitching. Two inexperienced nerds trying to play into their biggest comfort, who knew it would go so awkwardly.

The piglin stared downward, watching Tommy’s body as he slowly guided him further down his throat, holding back his gag reflex from reacting against his brother. Techno felt his throat bulge out with Tommy’s head sliding through his esophagus. He fought against the temptation to trace along the new bump, trying to focus instead on getting his younger brother into his stomach. The voices cooed in his ears, humming happily in echoes through his brain. It was genuinely comforting to not have the stressful intrusive thoughts in the background, making him feel awful every moment. For now, at least, Techno could be content, enjoying the comfort of his little brother gliding down his gullet.

He found himself purring around the blonde’s body inside him. Vibrating all around the boy with such a loving intensity. Techno was so happy to be able to provide a secure and safe area for Tommy to stay for the time being. He’d be so cozy inside of him, snuggling up inside his stomach.

The piglin couldn’t stand the patience, and as Tommy’s middle had been swallowed down, his clawed hands now came over the accentuation in his throat. His fingers rubbed into flesh, the younger’s torso right behind his skin. He was soaked there inside, sliding ever so slowly into Techno’s stomach, where he would be protected and held for as long as he would let Techno have him.

Several wet ‘glk’s later, the walls of Techno’s esophagus had pulled Tommy even deeper, that the piglin could feel the blonde’s head meet his insides, torso right at the sphincter. He steadily inhaled through his snout, as Tommy’s dangling legs were the last thing to shovel down. Tommy’s movements inside him were slow and squished.

Voices echoed the walls of Techno’s mind, cooing and coddling the image of Tommy’s body gulping down to his stomach, feet lastly left to the cold air. The piglin shoved him further, pushing on the soles of the teen’s shoes. His throat buldged impossibly outward, and once he lost sight of Tommy to his mouth, his teeth clicked down satisfied.

At last, there was just a few more heavy swallows before the voices would deem the situation perfect and resolved. The blonde’s body squirmed inside Techno, squished and soggy as it was hugged from every angle, leaving no space where Tommy couldn’t feel the piglin’s loving embrace. Emptiness had become a foreign concept to Techno’s stomach now.

Tommy sunk into the pit of his older brother’s belly, a large stretched rounded of pink flesh marking the juts and curves of the teen’s figure underneath. He’d shifted suffocated around until he was folded into the fetal position, rested comfortably tight inside Techno.

A burp made its way out Techno’s mouth, followed by a slight blush dusting his cheeks, covered by fur. He groaned, finding himself lying down his head down onto the pillow. His stomach gurgled and bounced as it jostled the boy inside, adjudging to the new position.

He realized the voices had ceased after his eyes opened ago several moments later. Techno was relived to not have those screeching things blasting his ears at last. Techno was a little grateful, at least, for their insistence. They’d pushed Techno along and given him the motivation to go through with this. Now, with his brother curled inside him, he felt a wave of relaxation and comfort wash over him, as tired eyes demanding to rest, the voices had quieted, and his limbs heavy.

Tommy and Techno fell asleep, perfectly content and together.

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the idea of raccoon!Tommy taking a tiny and dunking the in water to wash them before nomming them is SO cute <33 I love it

Yeah! I love laundry bears! They're adorable and honestly shouldn't be seen as gross, at least in my opinion. I think it would be cute if a pred had a tell before they plan to nom someone. Even if it's just subconscious or something!

Tommy would probably do it all the time and, in my example I'ma use Tubbo, the tiny would be able to calm themselves or be like 'oh, okay-' basically it's a way to communicate without actual words- But I'm not gonna do that.

This is the fic I teased in the other ask-

ANGST FOR EVERYONE!

Anyhoo- here's this tiny treat of The Prime Duo ^^

It used to be a tiny treat. Instead it's a full course meal- aka: it's over 7000 words long

TW: Vore, Thoughts of Fatal Vore, Speciesism, instincts, and angst.

Tommy was quietly humming to himself as he went about working on an assignment for school. The 15 year old was frustrating himself over the fact this stupid essay was over something so simple and logical. The teen had chosen to take an agriculture class to learn more about farming so that he could understand Techno's love for it a little more.

The smell of dirt and grime had always been an immediate no for him but the fact he was being told to write an essay on the importance of washing fuckin' vegetables was getting on his nerves. Of course, you wash your veggies! You should wash everything you eat regardless of the type!

He didn't do it because of what people assumed, his classmates would tease him over dipping fuckin' chicken nuggets in water. Yeah, it made it soggy but he learned a lot about it when he did that. If it absorbs a lot and becomes super mushy, then it probably has been sitting out for at least two hours. If it doesn't absorb much then that tells him it's a perfect thing to eat! Plus it won't feel weird on his tongue or anything.

He had a secret feeling this essay was his teacher's way to show their distant for raccoons considering they'd done a lesson on farm pests and chose to focus on his kind. Yeah, raccoons do tend to go after sweet corn and cherries, both of which aren't viable in their area!

He found himself chitting to himself, flexing his hands in anger. Phil always doted over his little hand movements, calling them his grabby hands of anger, but all it was was his instincts wanting him to find something to burrow with and hide until he calmed down.

Tommy closed his laptop, cursing quietly before he proceeded to step out of his room and start heading downstairs. His tail swished in annoyance before a small sound reached his ears. They perked up as he turned to face it, seeing a familiar face sitting on the kitchen counter. He smiled at the sight of the borrower, happy to see someone he liked right now. He hid his hands, knowing he'd not be able to keep from picking them up if he tired.

"Dream, did dad leave out some Cheerios again?" He questioned, smiling as green eyes darted up to him. Dream was a borrower that had been living with them since Tommy was a little kid. The two of them knew each other well and often got into plenty of antics. Though, Tommy hasn't had a lot of time for him as of late.

"Yea- 'he o'd ma' did," The small man said, his mouth full of the sweet cereal. The teen rolled his eyes, knowing for a fact Dream had probably requested to have some set out considering the borrower's sweet tooth. He swallowed before continuing. "Said he has to work the closing shift." Tommy nodded as he listened. He held back a whine, having wanted his dad to curl up with him in the man's nest. It wasn't as good as his burrow but Tommy knew his dad couldn't fit inside it due to his wings so Phil's nest was the next best thing.

"That makes sense, the hospital tends to be busier in the winter."

"That's very true, can't let everyone die." Dream said earnestly. It was enough to confuse Tommy out of his bit of frustration, the teen's laugh filling the room as he giggled.

"I'm sure Momma won't be too mad about the few he takes back." He said with a gentle sigh. Tommy's tail swishing behind him as he happily let a chitter build in his throat.

He was smiling as he proceeded to place his head on the counter, ignoring how the cold marble felt against his chin. He was near Dream, watching as the borrower munched on the cereal. It took a moment before Dream pushed three of the wheat based rings towards him. Tommy let his nose twitch, sniffing them before he proceeded to quietly stick his tongue out.

He let them stick to his tongue before pulling it back into his mouth, quietly chewing them before he gave an eye roll. "You don't need to share it with me." He said fondly, not noticing the slight discomfort on Dream's face at his action.

"You're clearly in a bad mood Toms." The borrower said, the man's mouse-like tail swishing and wrapping around Tommy's finger on top of the slight discomfort in his voice. "Come on kid, you can talk to me. If we need to curl up in your burrow we can." Dream said calmly, quickly hiding the sound of his nerves. The teen found himself scooping him up in a second. He made sure to hold the man carefully, a purr leaving his throat as he walked towards the stairs and back up to his room.

"Someone's an eager beaver." Dream said with a chuckle, laying against Tommy's thumb as he was carefully brought upstairs. He took a few moments to get up to Tommy's room before they both were sitting in front of his borrow. Tommy's bed was around 2 and a half feet above the ground, the space under it being packed full of blankets and pillows.

He held the borrower by his shirt, using his teeth, as he carefully crawled his way into the plush space. His tail wished as he gave a purr and quietly curled into the space. The moment Tommy was on his back he let go of Dream and gently held the blonde borrower to his chest.

Tommy nuzzled at the man with a soft purr, immediately relaxing a little bit as he held his friend before he moved to just let him lay on his neck. Tommy would probably be more controlling over where he lets Dream lay if he was deeper into his instincts but it was mostly surface level. He felt the borrower move, resting just under his Adams apple as the small man spoke.

"So what's got your fur ruffled?" He asked calmly, no blame or accusing in his tone. Tommy liked being around Dream, the borrower never treated him like an animal or like a baby. His tail swished as they sat in the warmth of his burrow.

"It's my stupid teacher, I'm pretty sure he's being a dick about the fact I'm a raccoon hybrid." Tommy mumbled as he proceeded to quietly lay on his back. He had one hand on his collar bone, feeling Dream's tail wrap around his pinkie finger before he continued. "He keeps making these sly comments about vermin. I understand that, because it's an agriculture class, but it's directed at me. Even Purpled feels like it's insinuating he doesn't like me."

Tommy was a little angry but the tapping on his chin was enough to get him out of it. He leaned his head to the side, letting Dream crawl up his jaw and onto his cheek. The borrower sat before speaking. "Tommy, if it's something you're genuinely getting upset about you should tell your dad or Techno."

Tommy held back the urge to shake his head, instead just humming as he spoke up. "I can't. It's childish to get my dad involved, and if I tell Techno it'll cause some unnecessary drama since Mr. Squid and him are friends." He mumbled a bit before bringing a hand up to hold Dream against his face, nuzzling him for a moment before his nose was tapped.

Tommy pulled away as the little voice spoke. "Well, how about I go with you tomorrow? I'll be able to tell you if it's actually targeting comments or not." He let his blue eyes drift over to the small form in his hands, looking unsure before Dream continued. "If not it's fine, but if you don't choose who to tell I'll tell Techno myself."

Tommy gave a loud groan at the comment, immediately tucking the borrower against his chest, feeling the small thing laugh, able to hear the quiet chuckle that escaped him.

"Fine, you can come with me tomorrow, but you're staying hidden in my hoodie all day." He said quickly. Tommy was well aware his family was considered oddballs. It wasn't like anyone knew they had a friendly relationship with borrowers but most of his peers thought his family was strange due to the immense amount of hybrids types.

Dream had curled back under his Adam's apple, the flicking of his tail almost ticking the giant teen as the small man spoke. "Deal. Now get a bit of a nap. I'm sure Techno will know where to find you for dinner." The blonde borrower said calmly, gently tapping Tommy's chin before they both settled down for a bit.

Tomorrow will be fine, right?..

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Tommy could feel himself sweating and he had the insight to know Dream was in the same boat of panic. He had the borrower hidden in his hoodie pocket with his phone and the raccoon couldn't help but be nervous that Phil would notice something was wrong. They'd never let him take a borrower to school if they knew about this and he'd probably get in trouble when he got home if they found out about the fact he brought Dream with him.

The teen grabbed a slice of toast from the table, taking a bite to show he planned to eat it before he slipped his school bag back over his shoulders. He plans to let Dream have as much of it as he wants after they were at least a block or so from the house. He called out a goodbye to Phil, knowing Techno was already on campus.

Tommy relaxed as they got far enough away before he took another bite of the buttered toast and then sat down in the little backway he took to get to school. He placed his hand in his pocket, carefully letting his palm lay flat until he felt small hands grab his fingers and a weight settle on his palm.

"Finally! I forgot how stuffy and loud pockets could be!" The blonde said quickly. It broke a laugh for the teenager, smiling at the release of tension Dream brought with the little comment. He settled the borrower onto his thigh before holding out a bit of the slice of toast. The tiny man eagerly snatched a piece of it, eating at it like a starving animal. Tommy found himself rolling his eyes as he spoke.

"You're not that desperate for food."

"So what! You guys haven't had toast in a while and I love it!"

Tommy groaned before he leaned back, still watching the borrower as he spoke. "Today is gonna take forever-"

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The day had been going well so far, at least as far as Dream could tell. Tommy had been talking with all his friends and they didn't get caught in Techno's class either! It was a great day! The borrower had to admit he snuck a few peaks from he sides of his hiding place, knowing full well that he risked being seen or worse, grabbed. Regardless, he wanted to help Tommy in any way he could considering he's watched the kid grow up.

He could sense the kid's nerves as the last class of his day began to grow closer. He recognized that Tommy was very uncomfortable, the teen fidgeting on top of everything he could hear. The borrower was used to picking up noises humans couldn't considering he was so much smaller which meant quiet noises often seemed a lot bigger and more imposing for him. He could hear the raccoon's heartbeat, able to recognize the distant and uncomfortable sound. He could also make out Tommy's stomach, he was very used to the sounds but he could tell the difference between hunger and discomfort.

Being this close to a human, let alone a hybrid human, would make a normal borrower scream and panic even being caught inside something a human was holding, let alone in one's hand. He was used to being near them at this point, Tommy loved to carry him around all the time when he was a tot and Dream was only 8. Now the two of them were 15 and 20 years old, and the bond of being pseudo-brothers had turned real after a while.

He was used to human touch and it wasn't something he wanted to give up, the Crafts were his family and he had no reason to think of them otherwise. None of them saw him as a meal or some toy to throw away. He offered to help Tommy figure out what his teacher was doing because, despite the assumptions, Dream was actually very good at understanding emotions and words but, right now, he couldn't understand anything.

The entire classroom was full of sounds, speaking, squeaking, and thudding. Tommy had his hand around him, thumb rubbing his back as the teen seemed to be laying his head down on his desk, using his free arm to cradle his head. Dream was happy with having a comfortable touch with how loud everything was, he burrowed his head into the teen's palm, carefully trying to hide before everything went quiet.

Tommy removed his hand from his pocket and he listened to the kid's panicked heartbeat pick up before he went ahead and tapped the boy's abdomen through the fabrics to try to remind him he wasn't alone. He listened as the boy sighed and the class started up.

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"Alright, class! Don't forget that your essays are due tomorrow. Don't forget that if you add things from this lecture to it, I will give out extra points." Mr. Squid said simply before he went ahead and began a lecture on pesticides. It was pretty boring if Tommy was honest, unable to focus on anything considering that he'd learned about this from late-night lessons with Techno. When he couldn't sleep, he'd find himself in his big brother's room, listening to him plan lessons or ramble on about something he was currently hyperfictioning on.

Tommy has listened to his brother talk about natural and chemical-based pesticides for hours and never once did the man make him feel as though he deserved to be on the other side of these kinds of things. He knew full well his brother never used chemical pesticides unless absolutely necessary and, when he did, he would always inform those in the house. He knows the reason Techno talks about it is because Tommy had a bad habit of snagging plants from the vegetable garden before they were finished growing when he was in middle school.

The teen had noticed a small section added the next year that his big brother took care of but always made sure he never used things on it without informing Tommy first, he'd 99% sure it was added just for him but... He hasn't really messed with it as of late.

Well... not since this school year started.

Tommy used to giggle like a menace when he was caught pulling a carrot from the garden, and Techno would call him a little vermin! It hadn't ever been in a way that made him feel bad, but after he started classes with Mr. Squid, he hadn't been able to handle being called anything similar to a pest. His eyes drifted from his paper, and he saw that his teacher was scribbling down key points for the lesson.

The teen turned his attention to the small weight in his hoodie pocket, carefully placing his non-dominate hand into the fabric tube before he rubbed at Dream's back, able to feel as the tiny purred and nuzzled closer to his touch. He let his free hand start to take his notes, enveloping himself in the pattern of glancing up and down, up and down, until a hand on his shoulder grabbed him out of it.

"Mr. Innit-Craft, I've called your name 5 times now. You need to pay more attention." Mr. Squid said sternly. His touch wasn't hurting or anything but Tommy really didn't like being touched by people, it was a part of his raccoon instincts, not enjoying contact with people outside his nursery. His blue eyes drifted towards the man's face, swallowing nervously before his teacher continued. "Regardless, can you tell me what pesticides do when consumed since you seem more interested in your drawings than my lesson?"

Tommy lifted his gaze, back to the board seeing a collection of questions that hadn't been there just five minutes ago. He gave a nod before speaking up.

"Well, if people were to eat too much of it, it will-"

"No, Mr. Innit-Craft, what happens to a critter that eats it."

Tommy felt his heart sink for a moment, taking note of how Dream had gone still in his pocket before he opened his mouth. The teen was at a lost for words before he gave a small smile. "Well..." He started, his words lowering to a whisper as his tail curled into his lap, hiding the pocket of his hoodie and, in turn, the borrower inside.

"I'm not running a seminar, Thomas. Speak up for the class to hear." The man said as he stood up straight and began to walk to the front of the room. "I better be able to hear you this time."

Tommy could feel his heart pounding in his ears as he got to his feet. His eyes drifted over his peers, taking in the sight of normal humans and a wide range of animal hybrids. Not a single other 'scavenger' type animal among the groups in the room. The raccoon hybrid took a deep breath, his ears flicking to each little sound in the room.

"Like with people, if an animal were to eat too much of the contaminated crops they'd probably-"

"Give us an example."

"W-what?.." Tommy found himself saying.

"An example. Like rats, possums, or even... raccoons." Mr. Squid said causing Tommy to freeze up. He looked down at his feet before he spoke up again, able to feel the concerned taps against his fingers by the borrower still tucked away in his pocket. His heartbeat was filling his ears and he couldn't help the shaking of his voice as he spoke, not really paying attention to his words as he droned them out.

"If a raccoon were to eat contaminated crops... depending on how much they've eaten they'd suffer from mild sickness, chronic poisoning, nervous system collapse, liver and kidney failure, or even death." The teen said simply before he looked up and made eye contact with his teacher. There was this sick sense of joy in the man's eyes, enough that Tommy knew he really was trying to make Tommy feel bad. His ears began to flatten back at the soft snickers of his classmates before he began to shove things into his bag.

Tommy couldn't stomach another second in the classroom...

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Dream felt his stomach sink when Tommy rushed from the classroom. He could hear the teen's erratic heart rate and his panicked breathing, knowing all Tommy would want to do right now would be shifting his body into the shape of a raccoon and hiding in the closest thing to a burrow. He didn't expect Tommy to duck into a side room. Tommy was quiet other than the panicking breaths and the soft hiccups he could pick up,

The borrower took this as a sign they were alone as he peered his head out of the hoodie pocket, looking up to see Tommy's face. The boy's face was red, a mix of anger, sadness, and fear dressing his expression. He blinked a little as a tear fell on the top of his head, causing Dream to take his eyes off the sheen appearance of his little brother's face. He shook his head, trying to ignore the feeling of liquid dripping down the back of his neck.

"Tommy?... Maybe we should go to Techno's classroom." He said calmly, glancing around to see that they were tucked into a corner in a bathroom. He yelped as a hand scooped him up by the front, laying on his belly as he was draped over the interdigital part of Tommy's palm. He didn't expect to be held like this since, normally, the teen was very careful with how he handled him.

The boy's hold was firm but still soft enough to not cause him any pain as he glanced up, squirming to get a better look at the raccoon teenager. He pushed his hands against the pads on his hands, able to feel the soft yet textured sensation of Tommy's paw pads as he was quickly lifted. His eyes drifted from the boy's face, now watching the mirror they were standing in front of. The sound of rushing water grabbed his attention as he looked down.

"Tommy? What's going on, talk to me, kid!" He said quickly, not understanding why his little brother wasn't saying anything or doing much of anything he could think about. He looked up, taking in the glazed-over look in the raccoon's eyes on top of how narrow his pupils seemed to be.

He'd seen this before, most of the time whenever Tommy was curled up in his burrow or Phil's nest after a really bad day. 'Okay, Tommy's just really freaked out. Everything will be fine, I just need to get him to Techno or find a way to convince him to call-' Dream's thought process was quickly interrupted by the fact his head was drenched in water. He went to take a breath in his panic, only to suddenly take liquid into his lungs instead of water. Panic flooded him just as much as the cold fluid drenched his clothes. It felt like an hour of being submerged before the hissing of the faucet stopped and he coughed harshly, forcing water up and out of his lungs as his chest burned.

Dream greedily gulped air down, panicking now that he looked like a soaked rat, and looked toward his little brother before he froze. Tommy's gaze was still glazed over but it had a hint of valuation behind it. He didn't understand the way he was being looked at, but his instincts were screaming that something was really, really wrong. He needed to get Tommy to put him down, or he needed a way to get into contact with Technoblade.

"Tommy!" He called out before shaking as he shivered, of course, the cold was already getting to him. "Tommy?" He continued as he was lifted upwards, faster than he'd like to experience at his small size. His eyes widened as he took in the look on the teen's face. It was closer than he had been of his own fruition. His instincts screamed in fear as he squirmed and tried to dig his fingernails into the teen's palms, not managing to do much of anything as his lips parted in front of him.

Dream's heart fell into his stomach as he watched the boy's mouth open, seeing deep reds and pinks that decorated each muscle inside. He couldn't do anything, being forced to stare into the chasm as warm breath washed over his face. The moisture he could feel inside each exhale didn't need explaining since the sheen that covered everything made it rather clear why. He could see the light scaring in the very back, able to recognize where his tonsils used to be. "Tommy!" He yelled, unable to use his hands to brace himself due to the fact his hands were pinned.

He was shaking as his body was forced closer and began to enter the kid's mouth, he couldn't believe Tommy would do something like this! He's always been such a sweet kid who didn't mind the fears borrowers held, he understood that they had natural fears and never even considered pushing those boundaries, and yet here he was, his upper body sprawled across the teen's tongue as his legs kicked in fear. He could hear his heart in his ears and his breathing seemed to echo across the space as he squirmed before his hand slipped across one of Tommy's teeth. He didn't hesitate to yelp as pain shot through his palm, his hand suddenly feeling more wet despite the saliva and water that was soaking him.

The hum that sounded out around him as the nosy muscle pressed into his wound, now frightened him more than anything else was at the moment. He looked over his shoulder, taking a shuttering breath as he took in the sight of white, clean teeth, strong enough to break him in two if Tommy so desired. He felt dread, anger, and sadness all at the same time as he was pushed and prodded.

"Tommy! Let me out! Please, Toms, stop this!" He yelled out as the tongue pressed him up and against the roof, a loud gulp sounding out as saliva was pulled down the throat. The sight caused him to freeze, watching the liquid go down told him he wouldn't be getting out of this. He yelled, trying to push the roof of his mouth to have an attempt at keeping himself from being swallowed, but it didn't work. An eager push made him lose his hold before an ill-timed movement caused his head to dangle over the end of his tongue. Dream was no longer on his stomach, the borrower had managed to get to his back as he took in shuttering frightened breaths that turned into screams as the throat pulled him inside. The gulp brought him into a slick space, no longer able to get any form of grip before a second one pushed him down further, the movement not stopping as he slipped away.

His eyes were tightly closed as the sound of a heartbeat began to fill his ears, getting louder and louder as he sobbed out of fear and anguish. He never imagined he'd be dying inside his little brother's stomach. The soft wooshing of lungs had joined the fray but the heart had died down, softer than before but still present as his hand touched something thicker and seemed to block him off, only to have it yawn open, depositing him into a resting chamber.

The walls around him were uncomfortable, shifting curiously to try and feel him. Dream was quick to try and get to his feet, his head hitting the top of the stomach and causing him to slip back onto his back. He was scared to he in here, glancing around with hesitancy before he ended up noticing that he was sitting in a pool of liquid. The sensation on his skin wasn't one of burning, but he swore that it was! There was no other option other than that he was sitting in a pool of stomach acids.

The borrower found himself curled up against the wall that gave him the most amount of leniency. He covered his ears, not wanting to listen to the sounds around him. The thudding of a heart, the wooshing of lungs, but... most currently, the sound of gurgles and groaning that seemed to surround him but it was mostly coming from his right. He didn't want to die... let alone in the stomach of someone he saw as a brother.

He wasn't even thinking about the fact Tommy had eaten only an hour or two ago, yet nothing else was in here.

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Techno was pretty used to his own silence. He enjoyed it when his students were in the classroom and learning but his free period was the best. He could read through the mix of essays and assignments without disruption or anything similar and focus on his own priorities without students bothering him every 5 minutes. He was in the middle of reading through a pretty good essay on, The God of That Summer when his eyes noticed a person standing in his doorway.

The man sighed as he pulled his glasses off and placed them down on his desk, finally turning to face the person as he spoke. "Can I help-" He started before pausing as he took in the sight of his little brother. Tommy's eyes were red and swollen, tear tracks still gracing his face as the teen made his way towards him. Techno got to his feet as Tommy approached before the man met him halfway. He could barely see the blue of the raccoon's eyes, telling him enough he understood what he needed to do. The piglin scooped his runt up, gently holding Tommy close as he closed the door to his classroom with his foot and quietly made his way back to his desk.

The piglin didn't take his hand off Tommy's back, gently rubbing between his shoulders as he carefully held him. "Hey Toms... You're pretty out of it kiddo." He found himself whispering. He would have assumed this was just an instinct rush if Tommy was purring, but the kit was doing none of the sort. The teen was trembling, his tail wrapped around his abdomen and his hands tight enveloping his shirt. His eyes drifted to the backpack by the door to his room, and he leaned back at his desk as he let his mind wonder to where his little brother was supposed to be.

He sighed as he pushed it aside, for now, he'll talk to Simmon later, Tommy was his priority.

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Tommy blinked his eyes open and found himself curled up in the living room. His head was against something warm, and he heard the beating of a heart and soft, gruff purring that he recognized as belonging to his older brother. The teen felt his face flush red as he quickly moved to sit up, swinging his head up before a faint squeal left the person he was sitting on as his head hit something.

The teen looked forward, blinking as he took in the sight of Techno's head leaning back, the man's chin already turning a shade of red from where he'd head-butted him. "Shit- Sorry!" Tommy said quickly as he reached up to feel his brother's face, carefully nuzzling the piglin's chin to try and negate the hit despite knowing there was no real point in doing that.

Techno quickly pushed him away, "Stop it, I do not need your little kisses, Tommy." The man said simply, a fond laugh dancing on his voice.

"THEY-" Tommy started to raise his voice before he shoved it back down and cleared his throat, embarrassment spreading across his face. "They're not little kisses..." He grumbled. He didn't like it when they called his instincts cute little names like that but the stupid thing had stuck since he was a toddler.

The pink-haired man simply laughed for a moment before he calmed himself, cleared his throat, and spoke up: his face and voice seeming more serious.

"Tommy... Why did you run out of Squids' class?" The man asked simply.

The raccoon hybrid felt his ears lay back, looking up at him hesitantly before he fidgeted and gently picked at his hands. "Oh... um..." Tommy whispered, looking unsure as he glanced over his shoulder and placed his hands in his hoodie pocket.

The lack of a small form in the fabric sleeve made panic swell in his chest. Dream should still be in his pocket unless the blonde snuck out after they got home and that made no sense. The borrower would have immediately told Techno what happened and stayed to make sure everything was fine before he'd even consider running off to hide in the safety of the walls.

Tommy gave a nervous swallow before he glanced up and opened his mouth, "Mr. Squid... I don't think he likes me very much." He said calmly. There was no way he was going to get around this.

"Simmons not liking you is not gonna cause you to come to my classroom in the middle of a Panic-induced instinct attack, Tommy. What really happened?" The man said plainly, without any judgment or anger in his voice. Techno wasn't blaming Tommy despite how it sounded, he was just trying to make sure Tommy was honest and told him what he needed to know.

A whine left the raccoon-hybrid before he glanced over his shoulder and spoke up, not wanting to look his big brother in the eyes as he spoke. "He keeps singling me out... He makes me answer all the questions on pests and vermin..." Tommy mumbled as he let his gaze drift down to his lap, his hands having began to fidget at the ends of Techno's braid. "He made me tell the class about the side effects pesticides and poisons have on animals, specifically... raccoons."

Tommy kept quiet after he finished his sentence, his eyes not leaving his hands as he carefully messed with the end of the piglin's braid, he'd redo it if he had any gold beads or clamps to add to the intertwined hair but he didn't so there wasn't much of a point. It took a moment before his brother's big and callused hands gently cupped around his little ones, rubbing the back of the dorsal side of his hands.

"Shit, Toms... Why didn't you say something sooner?" The history teacher questioned as he leaned forward, placing their foreheads together as he gave a soft chuff. Tommy relaxed at the familiar position and sound, his mind able to relax at the piglin's sign of affection and care.

"I thought I was overreacting."

Technoblade sighed in response to that. "Either way, I could have talked to him and helped clear up the misunderstanding."

"I know..." He said softly before a soft movement in his abdomen caught him off guard. Tommy managed to not make a noise at the sensation, able to recognize the familiar weight of something sitting in his storage. He didn't fully understand it, he didn't remember eating anything, especially an asshole borrower or some kind of mouse, but he could worry about that later.

"Now," Shit... he missed everything Techno was saying. "You head upstairs and curl in your burrow till Dad gets home. I know for a fact he's gonna want you in the nest tonight." The piglin said simply as he picked the raccoon up and carefully placed the teen onto the floor. Tommy glared, trying to play off his lack of listening as his big brother began to head down the hallway, no doubt heading to the backyard to call someone, Tommy had a feeling he could guess who...

The teen groaned as he flopped onto his bed, toeing his shoes off as he hid his face in his pillow. The hybrid was annoyed that this day had gone so horribly. He could feel the soft weight shifting in his abdomen, quiet growls leaving his actual stomach as clawed hands dug into the walls of his storage. He needed to move whatever it was to his actual stomach before he had to deal with a sore organ for a few day.

The teen wasn't super used to this, pulling the squirming form up and out of his storage. He didn't like having to take them back up into his mouth, but it was something every human could do so it wasn't weird, before swiftly swallowing the form's body. Having half of a borrower in your throat and the other half in your mouth wasn't the best experience considering they're decently long, but this one was bigger than he was used to.

Tommy coughed a little as the form disappeared into his chest for a second time, no doubt less happy this time compared to the first. He didn't seem to mind at least, pulling himself out of bed to change into something more comfortable as his stomach gurgled, filling the tiny space with a squirming meal. He couldn't help the chittering purr that built in his throat, the more animalistic side of his brain enjoying the stimulation and sensation of something in his belly.

Either way, he didn't want to be himself right now. Letting his instincts take the reigns sounds nice as he crawls into his nest...

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Dream had come to the idea that he was safe where he was. He'd been in here for a solid hour or so now and the saliva at the bottom had disappeared at this point. The walls were plush and slick but they didn't really move around him all that much, just reacting to his own touch from the looks of it and the sounds had died down a bit, mostly just being a gentle bubbling that had gotten quieter and seemed to grow further away.

He felt uncomfortable still, not entirely sure what was going on, whatever rush had caused Tommy to do this was still active so it wasn't like the two of them could have a proper conversation. The borrower had almost managed to doze off at the sound of Tommy's and, he's assuming Techno's, purring. He wouldn't normally like to get himself into their more sensitive moments since he wasn't an actual member of their family but it felt nice to be included for once even if neither of them was, at least not fully, aware of him at the moment.

He'd listened quietly as the two of them began to talk, pride swelling in his chest as Tommy told someone about the bad attitude that Mr. Squid had been showing. He shifted his weight, leaning forward to rub the wall he leaned against only to be squeezed. He released a soft yelp, not expecting it as his tail flicked around in annoyance.

He'd have to scold Tommy later, this may be a good place to hide him but that didn't mean he enjoyed being eaten and kept in a flesh sack. He felt as the teen moved around, smiling that his little brother was heading to his room. The soft sway of his movements was actually more than gentle. It made him sleepy but the borrower assumed it was his own instincts trying to trick him into feeling like it was a nest. It wasn't so he didn't want to stay in here much longer.

His peace was quickly interrupted by a growl, feeling the muscles against his back twitch as the rumbling sensation went down his spine. Dream physically cringed away from it, slipping to the other side of the stomach- He couldn't forget that he was laying in someone's stomach. The space wasn't fun, his movements were rather restricted and limited to the soft space.

The grow was followed by a rumble before a louder groan escaped the area as he pinned himself against the furthest wall he could, shaking a bit. This was fine... He wasn't in Tommy's real stomach, that much was clear to him, but it wasn't nice to hear the actual sounds of hunger just next to him.

"Tommy-"

Dream's words were interrupted as he was thrown into the wall to his right, the one of his left pushing him against it before the area squeezed. He clamped his eyes closed as his body was forced back into the esophagus, squirming due to the constricting space. His upper body was pushed back onto the teen's tongue, a shutter of relief leaving him as he reached forward to try and grab onto a fang, something for a safe hold to keep himself secure. He barely moved his hand before the tongue pushed into it.

The pause he felt, confusion etching his face, quickly turned into panic as the muscle rose higher, the grip on his waist loosening for a moment before a loud gulp sounded out. He was forced back down, a panicked yelp leaving him as he was tugged deeper once more. He clamped his eyes closed, trying to ignore the sensation as tears dripped down his face. He'd been safe, so close to being secure. Why was Tommy swallowing him again?! He didn't understand why this was happening.

He'd felt his legs being tugged into an open space again, his entire body following in moments. For a second he thought it was just the other stomach again before the acidic scent hit his nose. Within seconds he was on his knees, pressing his hands against the roof of the stomach as he glanced down. There was a very shallow puddle of murky water in the bottom. It carried the biting smell but it wasn't all that strong. He felt nervous as the organ gurgled, sounding pleased as it shifted around him.

Tommy was moving around him on top of the stomach, the purring he could hear was frightening, knowing his little brother was pleased to have him inside of his stomach. He was nervous as he pushed before he felt the teen crawl. He was assuming they were in the burrow now, a soft tingling forming on his foot as he shoved again, opening his mouth to yell.

"Tommy! Let me out of here!" He called out, feeling a weight settle over him. The purring was still going, having not faltered at his works. Dream growled before he looked over his shoulder. This wasn't a fun idea, but it seemed like his best bet as he shifted to look at the exit and then turned his eyes back to where he'd come in through.

"Fuck it..." He groaned before he crawled over, sitting in front of the sphincter hesitantly before he reached forward and shoved his hands into the area. It wasn't fun, feeling the strong muscles trying to contradict his choices, but Dream needed to make sure Tommy got him out. He refused to sit here and take it when he, a part of him, had a feeling that this wasn't intended. He'd seen the boy in instinct waves, Phil always said he needed to avoid him during these moments and now he understood why.

His legs were already burning. It wasn't a horrid sensation, but it felt like his legs were numb with the carbonated tingling that he often felt when he accidentally rested on his limbs wrong.

He shoved his way forward, his hands almost slipping on the slick flesh of the throat as he squeezed his head through the sphincter. Within seconds an unhappy gurgle sounded out before he was squeezed back down into the stomach, gasping for a moment before the plush walls closed in on him once more. A frightened yelp had been his sound of opposement, before he was quickly shoved up and out of the organ.

Dream loudly coughed as he was forced into a hand, shaking a bit as he lay on his stomach. He needed to relax and take a few moments to adjust to the light and no longer haveing soft flesh all around him. His tail wrapped around his leg as he glanced over at his little brother, an uncomfortable laugh leaving him at the unhappy look on the teen's face that swiftly turned to horror.

Tommy then spent the next 3 days basically constantly making sure Dream felt safe around him. He even would give the borrower little treats and help him do anything he asked. If Dream would occasionally ask to sleep on Tommy's abdomen, no one knows.

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Thank you for reading! Sorry this ask took so long but any of the ones I haven't answered yet, I see you Bkdk person, and the two Tommy ideas, I promise I will get to those!

This was supposed to be a short story, maybe 1,000 words but instead it turned into this-

I don't regret writing this, but it took literally months. I've been working on this on and off for weeks now.

I hope you all enjoy it!

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic - Fragments Shaun Flaherty

wada sez: Welcome to the second of our script showcases! In late 2012, after the Mosaic project came to an end, Shaun Flaherty shared a bunch of his original scripts to his deviantART. Many of these never actually made it through production, but date all the way back to the inception of the project. Let's take a look, eh?

"Homecoming" (Slag) [2007-09-05 (file date), 2007-10-22, 2007-11-11, 2012-09-28]

Panels 1-2.  Slag drifts lifelessly through space.

CAP/RATTRAP: "I finished decryptin' the datatracks we ripped from that Pred orbital."

CAP/CHEETOR: "And?"

CAP/RATTRAP: "The humans never found him when they dug it up."

Panel 3.  In the background, Cybertron (reformatted/techno-organic) fills the panel.  In the foreground, Slag drifts close to the planet.

CAP/CHEETOR: "One of these mega-cycles you're going to have to let this go."

Panel 4.  Identical to Panel 3, except that Slag drifts closer to Cybertron.

CAP/RATTRAP: "He was on the Nemesis when it crashed --

CAP/RATTRAP: "-- they shoulda found him!"

Panel 5.  Slag enters Cybertron's atmosphere.

CAP/CHEETOR: "Forget about it, Rattrap."

Panel 6.  Slag begins burning up in Cybertron's atmosphere.

CAP/RATTRAP: "But what about what the bug said?"

Panel 7.  Slag crash-lands on the surface.  Debris and plumes of smoke mark the impact site.

CAP/CHEETOR: "I told you to forget it!

Panel 8.  Slag lies lifelessly in the center of the crater created by the impact.  Rattrap stands on the crater's edge, looking in.

CAP/CHEETOR: "It's over."

Panel 9.  Identical to Panel 11, except that Rattrap is silhouetted and out of focus.

RATTRAP: You okay, big guy?

Panel 10.  Rattrap's point-of-view.  Slag's head, shoulders, and upper torso fill the panel.  He is confused, but begins to reorient himself.

NO DIALOGUE

Panel 11.  Slag's point-of-view.  Rattrap's head, shoulders, and upper torso fill the panel.  He is concerned, yet hopeful.

RATTRAP: ...

RATTRAP (continued): Dinobot?

Panel 12.  Identical to Panel 10, except that Slag is reluctantly pleased.

SLAG: Vermin.

wada sez: This strip was originally solicited under the title "Home Again". Is the idea that Dinobot, the clone, goes on to become G1 Slag, eventually reuniting with Rattrap post-Beast Machines? If so, then why is the script so damn obtuse in communicating that that's what's going on? Also if so, that's a terrible idea. Josh van Reyk would later color the one preview panel released for this strip, as seen above.

"Carry That Weight" (Kup) [2007-09-07 (file date), 2012-09-28]

wada sez: This one's set during The Transformers: The Movie, naturally.

Panel 1.  Toward the left side of the panel, Hot Rod sits near a wall of bars that separates one cell from the next.  He faces right with his arms rested on his knees.  He looks toward the window in the door.  Light shines through the window and casts a barred shadow on his face.  Toward the right side of the panel, Kup stands in shadow near a wall of bars on the opposite side of the cell.  He faces left with his arms crossed.  He looks toward the floor.

NO DIALOGUE

Panel 2.  Hot Rod looks up and to the right, toward the window.  The barred shadow crosses his face.  He is perturbed, afraid.  He quietly awaits the same fate as Kranix.

NO DIALOGUE

Panel 3.  Kup looks to the left, toward Hot Rod.  He is concerned.  His experience tells him that Hot Rod is in need of comfort.

NO DIALOGUE

Panel 4.  The same as Panel 3, but with Kup's eyes cast downward.  He searches for the right words.

NO DIALOGUE

Panel 5.  The same as Panel 3, but with Kup's mouth open to speak.

KUP: This reminds me of a story...

Panel 6.  Toward the left side of the panel, Pirate Captain stands, facing right, holding some sort of lance.  Pirate 1 stands in the background to the left of Pirate Captain.  Pirate 2 stands farther in the background to the right of Pirate Captain.  Toward the right side of the panel, Autobot Commander kneels, facing Pirate Captain with his hands bound behind his back.  To the right of Autobot Commander, Young Kup also kneels, facing Pirate Captain with his hands bound behind his back.  Pirate Captain stands over Autobot Commander and Young Kup, looking down at them.

CAP/KUP: "...I was part of a survey team stationed on Janguru 2.

CAP/KUP: "Pirates caught us by surprise.

Panel 7.  Pirate Captain gets right in Autobot Commander's face.  On the left side of the panel, Pirate Captain faces right, smirking toward Autobot Commander.  On the right side of the panel, Autobot Commander faces left, glaring toward Pirate Captain.  Pirate Captain should be slightly higher in the panel than Autobot Commander, as if Pirate Captain has bent down to be nearer to Autobot Commander's level in his knelt position.

CAP/KUP: "They wanted something from us.

Panel 8.  Pirate Captain threatens Autobot Commander.  Autobot Commander's chest plate fills the panel.  Pirate Captain's lance points to the right, directly at the insignia on Autobot Commander's chest plate.

NO DIALOGUE

Panel 9.  Autobot Commander's eyes fill the panel.  His expression is one of defiance.

CAP/KUP: "My commanding officer wouldn't give it up.

Panel 10.  Pirate Captain, now standing, looks down and to the right, toward Autobot Commander.  He wears a slight, contemptuous grin.  Autobot Commander will not yield, but his sheer force of will impresses Pirate Captain.

NO DIALOGUE

Panel 11.  Young Kup looks to the left, toward Autobot Commander.  He reacts with terror to the act of violence revealed in Panel 12.

NO DIALOGUE

Panel 12.  In the foreground, toward the right side of the panel, Young Kup faces left, still knelt and bound.  He stares vacantly ahead.  He is disoriented, defeated, powerless.  To the left of Young Kup, somewhat silhouetted and out of focus in the background, Autobot Commander faces left, also still knelt and bound.  He is hunched forward, his head slack, motionless.  He has been run through with Pirate Captain's lance and killed.  The butt of the lance rests on the ground; the shaft pierces his torso; most of the tip protrudes out through his back.  The lance is the only thing propping him up.

CAP/KUP: "They took it anyway."

Panel 13.  Kup faces left, staring vacantly ahead -- an aged copy of Young Kup's face from Panel 12.

KUP: No matter what happens, lad:

Panel 14.  Hot Rod looks to the right, toward Kup.  He is attentive, fascinated.  He is honored that Kup has shared this personal story with him.  It has given him strength.

KUP (OP): You look 'em square in the optics --

Panel 15.  The same as Panel 1, but Hot Rod and Kup's attention has been drawn to the door, which is now open.  Light spills in.  The time has come for their trial and likely execution.

KUP: -- and you give 'em the Pit.

"Mirror, Mirror" (Punch/Counterpunch) w/ Mike Ackerman [2007-09-30 (file date), 2012-11-12]

wada sez: This is another tantalising script, as much like with Martin Fisher's "Huffing & Puffing", it seems that full artwork was completed by Mike Ackerman; again, you can see the clean page in his portfolio overview. Presumably it never made it to the coloring or lettering stage?

Panel 1.  In an Autobot war room, Punch receives his orders from Springer while Whirl stands by.  On the right side of the panel, in the foreground, in extreme close-up, Punch faces left, in profile.  On the left side of the panel, in the mid-ground, Springer faces forward, looking toward Punch.  He stands, arms crossed; his mouth is open to speak.  In the center of the panel, in the background, Whirl stands by, looking toward Punch.  He is dimly lit, but his single eye "pops".

SPRINGER: It's the only way.

Panel 2.  In a Decepticon war room, Counterpunch receives his orders from Doubledealer while Sixshot stands by -- a mirror image of Panel 1.  In Punch's place, on the left side of the panel, in the foreground, in extreme close-up, Counterpunch faces right, in profile.  In Spinger's place, on the right side of the panel, in the mid-ground, Doubledealer faces forward, looking toward Counterpunch.  He leans back against a console; his arms prop him up.  In Whirl's place, in the center of the panel, in the background, Sixshot stands by, arms crossed, looking toward Counterpunch.  He is dimly lit, but his red eyes "pop".

DOUBLEDEALER: It's the only way.

Panel 3.  Counterpunch walks down a corridor, toward us.  It is a wide-shot in which we see him from head to toe.

CAP/PUNCH: Are you still you --

Panel 4.  Punch walks down a corridor, toward us -- a mirror image of Panel 3.  It is a wide-shot in which we see him from head to toe.

CAP/COUNTERPUNCH: -- if after you've played a part for so long --

Panel 5.  Counterpunch surprises Springer and Whirl in the Autobot war room.  On the left side of the panel, in the foreground, we see the back of Counterpunch's head.  He has just entered the room and is slightly silhouetted.  On the right side of the panel, in the background, Springer and Whirl turn toward Counterpunch, surprised.

CAP/PUNCH: -- you can't remember --

SPRINGER: Punch?

Panel 6.  Punch surprises Doubledealer and Sixshot in the Decepticon war room -- a mirror image of Panel 5.  On the right side of the panel, in the foreground, we see the back of Punch's head.  He has just entered the room and is slightly silhouetted.  On the left side of the panel, in the background, Doubledealer and Sixshot turn toward Punch, surprised.

CAP/COUNTERPUNCH: -- where it stops --

DOUBLEDEALER: Counterpunch?

Panel 7.  Punch-Counterpunch is in the center of the panel.  He is split right down the center.  His left half is Counterpunch; his right half is Punch.  His head is craned back, shouting; his fists are raised.  Energy, in the form of light, spills from his seams.  He is surrounded on either side of the panel by an explosion emanating from his center.

CAP/PUNCH: -- and you begin?

CAP/COUNTERPUNCH: -- and you begin?

"No Assembly Required" (Bumblebee) w/ Mike Paraiso [2007-10-05 (script file date), 2008-02-28 (sketch file date), 2012-11-13]

wada sez: I considered giving this one a post all to itself, but it's so clearly unfinished that it felt more appropriate to include with these scripts, which it was originally shared alongside.

"Insult to Injury" (Beast Wars Scourge) [2007-11-09 (file date), 2012-12-19]

wada sez: This script picks up after the events of The Gathering issue #3, in which Scourge watches Powerpinch get dismembered by the Mutants.

Panel 1.  Scourge returns to the swamp where he and his squad of Predacons first encountered the Mutants.  He quietly surveys the area.

CAP: Southwest:

SCOURGE: No more Mutants?

CAP/SCOURGE: "Relax.

Panel 2.  Scourge pulls Powerpinch from the muck.  Powerpinch is off-line and still missing his left leg.

CAP/SCOURGE: "Parts of you are missing.

CAP/SCOURGE: "I understand.

Panel 3.  Scourge transforms into beast mode and leaps with Powerpinch in tow.

CAP/SCOURGE: "Imagine if you'd chosen a beast mode with actual pain receptors!"

Panel 4.  Powerpinch's eyes are in extreme close-up as he comes back on-line, groggily.

SCOURGE (OP): Right now --

Panel 5.  Powerpinch shrieks in terror as he discovers that he is wet with a substance that is grotesquely dissolving his outer shell.

SCOURGE (OP): -- you're bathed in a naturally-occurring organic chemical compound.

SCOURGE (OP): Delightfully corrosive.

Panel 6.  Scourge tears a fistful of circuits from Powerpinch's throat, driving him into stasis lock.

SCOURGE: That'll do, thank you.

Panel 7.  Scourge drags away the unconscious Powerpinch.

SCOURGE: Relax.

SCOURGE (continued): A quick dip and a snip-snip --

SCOURGE (continued): -- and you won't remember this time either.

"Modes Make The 'Bot" (Hot Rod) [2008-01-25 (file date), 2013-02-23]

wada sez: Set in IDW continuity, between Escalation and Devastation.

Panel 1.  Wheeljack sits at a console.  Hot Rod stands, arms crossed.  They look up toward a hologram of Hot Rod’s Cybertron vehicle mode (as seen in Escalation).  The hologram is semi-transparent with a glowing effect.

WHEELJACK: So, I took into consideration all the features you're looking for in a new alt mode --

HOT ROD: Okay.

Panel 2.  Similar to Panel 1.  Wheeljack and Hot Rod have slightly different body language and facial expressions, reflective of the dialogue.  The hologram has changed to Classic Rodimus’s vehicle mode.

WHEELJACK: -- and this is what I came up with.

WHEELJACK (continued): What do you think?

HOT ROD: It's nice.

HOT ROD (continued): Don't get me wrong -- I like it.

HOT ROD (continued): It's nice.

Panel 3.  Similar to Panel 1.  Wheeljack and Hot Rod have slightly different body language and facial expressions, reflective of the dialogue.  The hologram has changed to Energon Rodimus’s vehicle mode.

WHEELJACK: Maybe something with a little more muscle?

HOT ROD: You're kidding me, right?

Panel 4.  Similar to Panel 1.  Wheeljack and Hot Rod have slightly different body language and facial expressions, reflective of the dialogue.  The hologram has changed to Hot Rod’s Earth vehicle mode (as seen in Devastation).

WHEELJACK: Fair enough.

WHEELJACK (continued): How about this?

HOT ROD: Oh, yeah.

HOT ROD (continued): That's the one.

HOT ROD (continued): It's perfect.

"End of Discussion" (Grimlock) [2008-02-08 (file date), 2013-02-23]

wada sez: I think this is set towards the end of Megatron Origin, while the Decepticons are taking Kaon? "Prime" thus refers to Sentinel Prime, not Optimus!

Panel 1.  In the foreground, Grimlock walks toward us.  In the background, the other Dynobots stand in a staggered pack with Slag at the front.

CAP: The Battle of Kaon:

SLAG: Prime's forces are almost on top of us!

SLAG (continued): What are you doing?!

GRIMLOCK: Leaving.

GRIMLOCK (continued): Didn't sign up for a war.

Panel 2.  A close-up of Slag’s face.  He is angry and disgusted.

SLAG: Coward.

Panel 3.  Grimlock turns.

NO DIALOGUE

Series of Panels.  Grimlock kicks the asses of the Dynobots.  Fists collide with faces; maybe teeth and optics shatter; kicks to the ribs; et cetera.

SFX (?)

Final Panel.  Grimlock walks away from the defeated Dynobots.

GRIMLOCK: We're leaving.

GRIMLOCK (continued): End of discussion.

"Storytelling" (Animated Blitzwing) [2008-05-06 (file date), 2013-02-28]

Panel 1.  "Cold As Ice" Blitzwing sits surrounded by a group of Children -- some stand, some kneel, some sit cross-legged, some sit on his lap, but all are recognizable faces from ANIMATED.

BLITZWING: Come, my little human protoforms -- attend your Uncle Blitzving und he'll veave you a tale...

Panel 2.  An illustration befitting "Cold As Ice" Blitzwing’s personality.  In the foreground, legions of Decepticons march in formation.  In the background, Megatron stands powerfully.  The image is cold and gray with clean lines and angles.  In a corner of the panel, "Cold As Ice" Blitzwing’s head "floats", narrating.

CAP/BLITZWING: "A brilliant military strategist und tactician, Megatron raised a mighty army to topple ze oppressive Autobot empire.

Panel 3.  An illustration befitting "Hot Blooded" Blitzwing’s personality.  In the foreground, Megatron tears an Autobot (or Gobot?) limb from limb.  His eyes are vacant and monstrous.  Fluid drips from his mouth as if he salivates for this.  In the background, a battle-ravaged city burns and explosions...explode.  The image is bright, hot, and passionately violent.  In a corner of the panel (a different corner than in the previous panel?), "Hot Blooded" Blitzwing’s head "floats", narrating.

CAP/BLITZWING: "Ze Decepticons devastated countless settlements across ze galaxy, annihilating Autobot forces in engagement after engagement.

Panel 4.  An illustration befitting "Insane In The Brain" Blitzwing’s personality.  In the foreground, Megatron prances through a beautiful field or flower garden.  Happiness beams from his face.  Woodland creatures attend him.  In the background -- rainbows.  The image is anime-inspired, colorful, and obviously ridiculous, but it may be substituted with other such nonsense.  In a corner of the panel (a different corner than in the previous two panels or perhaps back to the original corner?), "Insane In The Brain" Blitzwing’s head "floats", narrating.

CAP/BLITZWING: "Vonce upon a time zey lived happily ever after und vent ve-ve-ve-ve all ze vay home.

CAP/BLITZVING: "Ze end!"

Panel 5.  "Insane In The Brain" Blitzwing and the Children (as seen in Panel 1) are joined by Lugnut, who falls to his knees, raises his hands, and cries to the heavens.

LUGNUT: All hail Megatron!

BLITZWING: Yes, kids --

BLITZWING (continued): All buy comics.

CHILD: What's a comics?

Panel 6.  ALL HAIL MEGATRON promotional image.

CAP: On sale now!

wada sez: Ah, that old Mosaic classic: "what if that story I don't like was written by an idiot?"

"Compliance or Defiance" (Orion Pax) [2008-05-12 (file date), 2013-02-28]

Panel 1.  Orion Pax pushes a hovering pallet of energon cubes down a corridor.

NO DIALOGUE

Panel 2.  Orion Pax stands in an open doorway.  Light from the corridor behind him spills into the dimly lit room.

ORION PAX: Lord Megatron?

ORION PAX (continued): Delivery, sir.

MEGATRON (OP): Orion Pax.

MEGATRON (continued): My hero.

Panel 3.  In the center of the panel, we see Megatron from behind; his hands are clasped behind his back.  He looks through a floor-to-ceiling window that takes up the entire wall.  Lush, purple curtains adorn either side.  Through the window, we see Cybertron in a golden age -- a skyline of pristine structures, banners bearing the Decepticon insignia, et cetera.

ORION PAX (OP): Sir?

ORION PAX (continued): You remember me?

MEGATRON: Of course.

MEGATRON (continued): The day we met, you chose the lives of your friends over the energon you were charged with protecting.

MEGATRON (continued): Your choice allowed me to have all of this.

Panel 4.  Megatron whispers to Orion Pax in extreme close-up.  On the left side of the panel, we see the right (his left) portion of Orion Pax’s face, including his left eye and left “ear”.  On the right side of the panel, we see the lower portion of Megatron’s face, including his mouth, but not his eyes.

MEGATRON: I suppose that's why they've demoted you to "courier", but look at it this way:

MEGATRON (continued): You may not know it, but you saved lives with your choice that day --

MEGATRON (continued): -- countless lives --

MEGATRON (continued): -- because I would have killed everyone on this planet to get here.

Panel 5.  In the foreground, we see that the pallet of energon cubes has been pushed into the room.  On the side facing us, we see that a small, black box has been stuck to the energon cubes.  In the background, Megatron and Orion Pax continue their conversation, in silhouette.

MEGATRON: In my book, that makes you one of the good guys.

Panel 6.  A close-up of the small, black box.  We see that it is a timer.  The display reads, "0:00:01".

MEGATRON (OP): Never forget, Orion Pax --

Panel 7.  Blackout.

MEGATRON (OP): -- you're a hero.

wada sez: I admit I'm out of my depth with this one. Presumably it's inspired by "War Dawn".

"Last Straw" (Huffer) [2008-05-17 (file date), 2013-02-28]

Panel 1.  Inside the Ark, headquarters of the Autobots.  In the background, Optimus Prime appears on the large, central view screen.  Smokescreen stands in front of the view screen with his head turned toward Huffer.  In the foreground, Huffer sneaks away from the view screen and toward us in an effort not to be seen by Optimus Prime.

OPTIMUS PRIME: -- and take Huffer with you.

Panel 2.  Smokescreen holds up a mirror.  In the mirror, Huffer’s face is reflected.  Huffer has been "repainted" to look like the Stunticon, Motormaster; Smokescreen has been "repainted" to look like the Stunticon, Dead End.  Huffer’s expression is one of angered disbelief.

CAP: Monday:

HUFFER: Somehow, I don't think this is what Optimus had in mind.

SMOKESCREEN: Relax -- it's gonna be fine.

Panel 3.  Huffer, followed by Smokescreen, falls toward us from a great height.  Huffer screams with terror; Smokescreen, less so.

CAP: Tuesday:

HUFFER: AAAAAHHH!

Panel 4.  Smokescreen speeds out of a cave in vehicle mode; Huffer follows closely behind, also in vehicle mode.  Smoke billows from the cave and trails from Smokescreen’s exhaust pipe.  Bolts of blaster fire fly out of the cave, only nearly missing Huffer and Smokescreen.

CAP: Wednesday:

SMOKESCREEN: We're okay --

SMOKESCREEN (continued): We're okay!

Panel 5.  Huffer and Smokescreen are tied up and hang suspended upside-down over a fire.  Members of a human culture indigenous to a rain forest dance around the fire, wielding spears.  Huffer stews; he is steamed!

CAP: Thursday:

SMOKESCREEN: You know --

HUFFER: Don't.

Panel 6.  Huffer and Smokescreen have been transformed into humans.  Human Huffer is shorter, has glasses, and wears an orange, hooded sweatshirt with the hood up.  Human Smokescreen is taller, has blonde hair, and wears a red and blue leather jacket bearing his signature number, 38.  They stand in the rain, waiting for the bus.  Human Huffer shouts at Human Smokescreen.

CAP: Friday:

HUMAN HUFFER: You're dead to me!

Panel 7.  Optimus Prime sits at a console.  Over his shoulder, we see Smokescreen on a view screen.  Smokescreen winks, smiling.

OPTIMUS PRIME: I trust Huffer did well?

SMOKESCREEN: Huffer did great.

HUFFER (OP): I quit!

wada sez: This isn't strictly Sunbow continuity, but it references "Masquerade" and "Only Human".

[llitchilitchi]

Ako je možné, že aj po všetkom tom scrollovaní tvojho blogu stále nachádzam nové veci? Je chyba vo mne?

So, I just discovered (or re-discovered? I could swear I saw that art before) the holy grail au and I'm starving for more content. Is there anything you could spare me? 🥺

pravdepodobne je to len v tom obrovskom objeme vecí čo som za tie roky postla, tento blog mám od zimy 2020/2021 aj keď som ho poriadne začala používať len pred asi rokom

! english starts here ! warnings for: violence, abuse, torture and all the stuff related to prison arc and its aftereffects, nonconsensual drug use, overall fuckedupness

as of Holy Grail AU, I don't really know how much there is to share save for what has been already said. Aeri is no longer active in the fandom but at some point she mentioned to me privately that she would like to use some of the ideas from the AU in an original story (can't blame her, I do that a lot myself)

I went thru the tag and noticed that we only ever really talked about the first arc of the AU - it was going to be three arcs in total, with the first arc (Cotard's Solution) being centered around the happenings after Dream became Sam's puppet, combining multiple POVs to address what was happening on the SMP and Dream's day-to-day existence. tensions are rising all over and Sam greatly benefits from the death and destruction it brings with the Revive Book coming in handy to keep everyone wrapped around his finger, while Bad slowly grows more and more uneasy with how things are, only sticking around to make sure Dream is safe, or as close to it as he can get. Ant has little care or say in what happens, simply following orders in hopes of one day being on Sam's (or Dream's) good side so he can ask them to revive Red for him. the Syndicate catches wind of Sam's nefarious activities and his growing power, goes investigate and run into Bad who immediately seizes the opportunity and helps them get Dream out of the fortress, which Techno is more than happy to do.

the second arc (Kintsukuroi) then focused on Dream's recovery in the Arctic while the server slowly falls apart, as the Revive Book has gone missing and Sam's grip on power begins to slip. Dream has to slowly regain himself after spending months upon months drugged out of his mind, has to deal with the initial withdrawals and the constant anxiety and panic that all the time in inprisonment has brought him. Bad serves as Techno's informant on what is happening with Sam and Ant joins him soon enough, still hoping to benefit from the help. at some point, Kinoko residents catch wind of things happening in the Arctic and George and Sapnap find Dream hiding in there. both of them have since changed their attitude towards Dream, especially after Sam declared him dead months and months ago, so despite the lingering anger all they feel is relief at him being at least alive. Dream's mostly non-verbal and very cautious of everything and everyone around him. as time goes by and he's in a good enough shape to move around and be his own person, though more docile and way more weak than he used to be, everyone agrees on Dream moving to Kinoko to be with Sapnap and George where he spends his time tending to Karl's library. I don't remember as much of the political machinations that were running parallel to the recovery. some time after Dream's relocation, Quackity comes to Kinoko to speak to his fiancés and instead of finding Karl he runs into Dream. he recognises him almost immediately and draws a weapon and Dream bolts for the exit. a short scuffle follows but Dream manages to get away, making his way towards the dojo where he knows Sapnap is so he can get his help. when Sapnap comes out, Quackity demands Sapnap hands Dream over but Sapnap stands in Quackity's way. Quackity declares it a betrayal on both him and the whole SMP and says that if Sapnap won't cooperate he will have to take the revive book by force, thus starting the last arc of the story.

the third arc (Epitaph) then follows the ensuing conflict between Las Nevadas and Kinoko, which with the tensions across the entire server turns into a much bigger conflict than it initially seemed to be, everyone desperate for the revive book or disgusted by the truth of what happened to Dream behind closed doors and trying to help him get away from the abuse. George, Bad and the Syndicate immediately make plans to get Dream far away from the mainlands to avoid the conflict. Sam, upon learning part of the truth of what happened to his holy grail, drunk on power and paranoid out of his mind takes his anger out on Antfrost whom he discovered to have been involved with the "conspiracy" that took Dream away from him, locking him away in the fortress where he kept Dream earlier. a war breaks out, people die. this arc is the least fleshed out since it's the last part of the story that never was. a few of the key elements of the arc involved Bad freeing Ant and then burning down Sam's seat of power and Ant eventually getting his wish of reuniting with Red. during the conflict, Quackity ends up taking Sapnap's final life but is unable to cope with the guilt. Karl is the one to find Sapnap's body and he drags it thousands of blocks across the server to where Dream and George are hiding. Dream doesn't even have to be asked twice to revive his friend.

I don't remember what the ending was, or if we agreed on a definitive one at all. the story, despite being about the revive book, had Dream be mostly idle through its course and instead focused on the lengths people would go for the power of the book and the eventual destruction the thirst for power would cause.

[unhonest-iago]

~Act IX~

The duo gets up from their sitting positions sprinting up a set of stairs deciding to take a shortcut through the natural history museum. The museum being currently under construction. 'Techno' Dawn and 2 rams can be spotted walking towards them from behind. Appearing out of nowhere. 'Mayor Bellweather' Techno thinking he can trust her walks to meet her, Fundy following his lead. 'We found out what was happening, someone's darting predators with a serum. that's what making them go savage.'

'I'm so proud of you Techno, you did such a super job' Techno blinks, a sudden realization, stopping himself from giving her the briefcase. 'How did you know where to get us?' placing it behind his back, out of reach. 'I'll go ahead and take that case right now,' retreating. 'uh Fundy and I can take this to the ZPD' another ram blocking the exit, stretching his neck cracking it like you would your knuckles. At the same time, 'RUN'

'GET THEM'

'Carrots' Fundy struggles to carry Techno, spotting him curled in on himself after tripping over a fallen pillar, unable to walk. Leaning against an upright pillar, 'ok, just relax,' using the handkerchief holding blueberries to stop the bleeding. 'Take the case, get it to Bogo' pushing the briefcase towards Fundy. 'i'm not leaving you behind, that's not happening'

'i can't walk' Techno stating the obvious. 'we'll think of something,' both looking towards the ground, discarded blueberries rolling. 'we're on the same team Techno, underestimated, under-appreciated, aren't you sick of it?' the 2 rams sneaking towards their hiding spot, shinning flashlight to and fro. 'predators, they may be strong and loud, but prey outnumber predators 10 to 1.' Dawn rushes forward, seeing a shadow shaped like Technoblade. 'think of it, 90% of the population united against a common enemy, we'll be unstoppable.' An attempt at jump-scaring the duo reveals it's not him—a statute propped up as a misdirect. The two book take the open window as an opportunity to book it to the exit. Body slammed to a lower exhibit, losing the case.

'well you should've just stayed on that carrot farm huh? too bad, i did like you'

'what are you going to do? kill me?'

'ohh no, course not, he is.' Dawn shoots the gun, hitting Fundy's chest, a spot of blue. Stumbling back from the impact. Techno, concerned 'Fundy?'

'Yes police! There's a savage fox in the natural history museum, Officer Techno is down, please hurry'

'No, Floris, don't do this, fight it,' unaware of it, Dawn looking down in mock pity. 'Oh but he can't help it, can he? Since preds are biologically predisposed to savages,' a growl emitting from the fox's throat. 'oh gosh, think of the headlines, 'hero cop killed by savage fox'' Fundy ripping a figurine, a mere chew toy. 'so that's it? prey fears predator and you stay in power?'

Shrugging, 'yea, pretty much.'

'it won't work'

'fear always works and i'll dart every predator in Zootopia to keep it that way,' Techno now cornered against a wall. 'bye bye bunny,' Fundy lunges forward, biting Techno's neck. Techno reacting with a screech before miming blood loss, 'bleh, blood, blood, blood and death.' Fundy laughing, before addressing Bellweather, 'alright you're milking it. besides, i think we got it. i think we got it. thank you yak-y yak, we got it up there, thank you. you ate it all up beautifully.' Fundy barely holds up Techno, keeping his weight off of the injured leg. Bellweather looks towards the gun in a mix of shock and confusion. 'you looking for the serum?' Fundy proceeds to pull the actual paintball from his shirt pocket. 'well it's right here.'

'you got in the weapon there, blueberries from my family's farm' popping a blueberry into his mouth. 'mwah, they are delicious, you should try some' making the motion of 'chef's kiss.'

'I framed Lionheart, i'll frame you too. it's my word against yours,' Techno and the iconic carrot shaped pen. 'ooh, actually, it's—' playing the recording, Bellweather's voice clear as day '—it's your word against your's, it's called a hustle sweetheart, boom.' The rest of the ZPD police force surrounding Bellweather, knowing she'd been caught.

A news broadcast showing Dawn Bellweather in an orange jumpsuit taken into custody. Fundy later joining the ZPD as their first Fox and Techno's partner in crime. 

[torssi]

[Danes je zame zmagovalni dan, zato delim z vami svojo brezmejno sreco. Napisala sem veliko besedil in ustvarila veliko techno projektov v slovenscini. Tale pa je nekaj posebnega. Imenuje se Srčna Ljubezen, ki po Platonski ljubezni, ki je tik pred izdajo, caka se uglasbitev. Zaljubljena sem do ušes in vem, da bo trajalo v neskoncnost. Koncno me je sreca nasla in verjamem, da te je bilo vredno čakati. Sem monogamno bitje, ki se veseli prihodnosti v dvoje. Tale je zate GaK] <3

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Thawing Icy Wounds

Got our boy Tommy and Techno in this story, will we see some comfort in this story, or will it be a trainwreck of emotions from the two of them, that for you readers to see. I hope you guy enjoy this story and remember to drink water and eat something today. warnings: soft vore, themes of self harm

Tommy just needed to get away from it all, just picking a direction and walking away, not realizing where his body is subconsciously leading him until he’s collapsing in the bitter snow not far from a familiar cabin.

Techno is still very on edge from his near-death experience escaping the prison, so when he hears the hounds barking like mad, he stepped out ready for battle. Imagine his surprise when he sees a passed-out Tommy almost fully covered in snow once again, but he knew the boy would freeze before he made it back to the cabin. Curse his sympathetic heart, he was going to need an old piglin trick to ensure the boy not dying once more

“God Tommy can you stop being so annoying for once, I need to focus on the burger van and I don’t have time for you right now.” The words that spilled out of Wilbur’s mouth hurt much worse than the feeling of his hand being shoved off, but Tommy could help but clench his own hand where he had been touched. Why was his brother figure like this now, didn’t he need him to go up against Quackity?? No...apparently not since he Ranboo now and he was more important to him now. It really made Tommy mad, but not at his friend, he knew that Ranboo had no part in him being excluded in this. The taller hybrid had confided with him on many sleepless nights on how much he wanted Tommy to be there to help him with his brother, that the two of them could work together to make Wilbur a better person, but even he knew that it would never happen; he couldn’t say it though.

“Fine… go have fun with your new little brother then since I’m no longer good enough for you!!!” Tommy turned and ran, not seeing how quickly Wilbur turned, ignoring any yelling that might have been directed at him as he jumped over a fallen tree to disappear into the bushes. He firmly equated the tears to just the pain from getting hit by branches and tripping over sweet bushes, not anything stupid like emotions. Who cares about that stupid burger truck anyways, it’s not like he wanted to help out his brother since he returned and seemed to be like he was before Lamanburg, not like he was happy to spend time with someone who didn’t physically hurt him. It’s not like he could still feel the awkwardness between himself and Tubbo, his death and resurrection clearly brought back regrets from his exile, and the relationship soured. Ranboo was a decent friend when he felt like he could admit that to himself, but he couldn’t help the envy he felt towards the ender hybrid when he spoke about his relations with Phil, Tubbo, and even Techno. It just got worse when he started to get close to Wilbur too, it was just so frustrating and he didn't know what to do.

He almost missed the few good times he had with Dream… He shook his head at that thought though, willing it away before it could root itself,  his therapy sessions have been helping keep those away; but not always. It just made him sigh as he slowed his desperate sprint into a more controlled walk, the only person...or mob really, he could show any weakness to would be Shroud. The spider was still just a spider though, he could rant to the creator all the times he wanted, but the most they could do in return was to gently tap him with its many arms in their best attempt at a hug..but that only helped so much.

Tommy was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t know where he was anymore, the oak forest replaced by spruce woods, but he found he really didn’t care as he continued to walk, mind delving back into the darkness he had only just escaped from. He didn’t even notice that his body began to shiver as the temperature got colder, just bringing his arms up to wrap around himself, and start itching at old pale lines in muscle memory.

*`*

Technoblade gave a loud huff as he swung the ax downwards, sending the weapon slamming into the propped-up log and splitting it in two, the pieces falling into the already made piles that had been forming. The Pigling didn’t need to harvest firewood often, but he found there was always something satisfying about doing it, especially when a fresh winter storm blows through. The cold wind felt good against his normally blazing skin, something Phil always appreciated and called him a walking furnace, and enjoyed the somewhat childish delight of watching the white steam escape from his snout with every exhale. It was also good for him to keep his muscles in shape should another… situation arise, he saw clearly from his time in the prison that Quackity was still aiming for his life, he wouldn’t be surprised if this Las Nevadas was just a new form of government that the smaller man was going to turn against him, but Techno was prepared for that war with his allies...He just hoped that the younger people in the server could get away from the conflict this time, especially Tommy.

He grunted slightly as he chopped another slice of wood, he really wanted the younger boy to find what he was looking for in this life, he already had too much taken away from him, and even Techno had to admit to himself that he played a part in making his life worse that he could never make up for. He also didn’t like how Dream spoke of the boy when he was brought up, it sent a mild flare of protectiveness as he heard how obsessed the older man was, but he was quick to end the subject every time it occurred. He knew he had a favor that he owed Dream, but he hoped it would just end at him escaping the prison and have nothing to do with Tommy afterward.

His left ear twitches when his hounds start to bark with a bit more energy than normal, glancing in their direction to see a few of them standing against the fence and looking out into the snowy forest that magically appeared in his absence, something that Phil forbade him from chopping down. “Weird…” after setting down his ax he strides quickly over the hound pen, making a few of the others perk up in excitement as he drew closer, but the one dog remained focused out in the main tundra even as he reached out a scarred hand to rub at its ears. “What are you so focused on, do you want to find it?” The dog seemed to perk up slightly at this suggestion and he was mildly surprised when he recognized the small short red bow tied to the dog's collar, when Tommy stayed with him he had favored this dog more so than the others and tied the bow to help distinguish them from the rest. Technoblade never had the heart to remove the bow when the boy left, and he definitely didn’t favor the saddened dog here and there when he got the chance,” Alright, let me suit up and we can find what's got you so excited.”

*~*

There were many things that Techno expected to find when he followed the dog into the tundra, maybe an injured cow or turtle that escaped the farm perhaps, maybe Phil if the old bird got lost in the coming storm. But not this. He did not expect to find a head of blond hair poking out of a hollowed-out snowdrift as the hound tried to further pull the unconscious boy out and towards him,” Heh? Tommy?!” He reached down and turned the boy over so he could clearly see his face and winced in worry, Tommy's lips were completely pale, and was taking on the first blue hints of frostbite, but the boy was still shivering despite being fully unconscious. His body was still trying to survive which was a good thing, but it wouldn’t be long before the boy succumbed to the unforgiving temperature, especially when a snowstorm was forming on the horizon. This was a horrible dilemma and Techno was panicking as he held the shivering form to his chest as the hound whined at his feet, the boy wouldn’t make it back to the cabin on time because he was an idiot and decided to not take Carl to go on this search… It's not like he could carry the boy all the way back under his own clothing after all.

Wait. . . 

He actually could do that if he used an old piglin trick that was normally used on children, but as he looked about the shivering form that was trying to burrow into his chest, Tommy was still just a child no matter how much he denied it. This technique should help him return to a safer body temperature and allow for Techno to get back to the cabin, a bit slower than his normal pace, but more time would allow the boy to become more stable. “ Sorry to do this to you Tommy, but it’s for your own good,” He took one moment to press a small potion to the boy's lips to make him drink, and after a short time of struggling to get the liquid down, Techno watched as the 6’1 boy shrink to a more manageable 3’1. He sighed as he pressed his snout against the boy’s cold forehead in an apologetic gesture before his mouth opened wider, sending out a large puff of steam and breaking off strands of saliva that slowly slid down his tusks. He had to be careful with those as he maneuvered the small head and shoulders into his mouth, flicking his tongue across the icy skin but grunted at the taste. The boy somehow tasted like spiced meat and it made the process a little easier as he continued to lick, feeling slightly relieved as each lick left the skin warmer. It was weird to feel his jaw shift wider as he pushed the boy further in his mouth, but a low rumbling purr started in his chest as he took in the crashing wave of protectiveness that flooded his mind, it was like feelings he had protecting him from Dream all over again. He quickly moved to lift the body high over his head to use gravity to his advantage, especially since its very difficult to swallow and not let his tusks touch Tommy at all, feeling his collar bone separate as the massive bulge slid downwards, the form shivering more violently as its temperature increased and moved aside his organs on its journey. Technoblade laid his hands over his stomach as he felt the normally flat surface start to swell, winching at the bit of pain as it went past what he had ever been used to and his clothing and armor became very restrictive. He was thankful that the last of the shoes slid inside his mouth so he could safely close it, wrinkling at the nasty flavor of the shoes, but was just happy to feel the form finally stop.

Techno gave a low huff as he looked at himself, even being reduced to half his size, Tommy still left a questionably large swell in his torso. He definitely couldn't hide this if he ran into Phil at the cabin, but as he held his stomach, he found he didn’t care as he let the feelings fully rush over him as he started walking. He could feel the boy’s body had finally stopped shaking from the cold and seemed to be trying to burrow through his flesh to reach his heart, making him purr louder as he reached down to pet the hound that was happily trotting along at his side. The hound didn’t move a muscle during the entire process as it stood guard, and now was relaxed and happier than Tecno had ever seen it,” Good Dog.”

~-~

When Tommy woke up he was extremely warm, thankfully not to the extent of the prison, but like he was in the desert...but wet?? He couldn’t see anything around him as he tried to uncurl and not fall back into sleep but found himself stopping as the walls around him pressed back at his attempt. The thing around him rumbled loudly as the walls moved in a rhythmic motion, and if he listened closely he could hear the sound of a loud heartbeat and a familiar set of snoring he hadn’t heard in forever….his breathing picked up quickly in fear as he started to realize who he was near and he tried his best to get away from whatever was holding so close,” What the Fuck!!!!”

Techno’s breath hitched slightly in his sleep as he felt fluttering inside his stomach but just continued to sleep on despite the motion becoming stronger. He had collapsed into the armchair he kept before his fireplace and promptly fell asleep, his instincts making his mind and voices melt into warmth as he had his charge back under his protection once more. He did shoot awake when he heard the panic-filled shout, one arm moving to cover his middle while the other ripped the ax from its stand next to his chair, nostrils flaring as he tried to identify the danger,” What, what the danger?”

Tommy yelped when his surroundings forcefully jerked to the side and he was slightly dizzy as he heard the voice rumble loudly around him as the heartbeat from earlier became much louder,” Techno, Techno, I promise I’ll go away just don’t kill me ok, I’ll leave!” He tried again to get out of whatever was holding him, positive that he will feel the familiar sting of a ax blade digging into his skin if he didn't get away now, but was shocked when he felt a force start to slowly rub up and down his back in soft strokes and he heard the low grumble again as the piglin spoke.

“You're not going anywhere Tommy, I found you nearly dead outside my cabin, be happy you didn't lose your fingers.” Tommy took this information in slowly as he moved to try and feel at his fingers, and could feel how stiff the joints still were despite now feeling much warmer despite the weather he knew surrounded the cabin,” I do want to know why you were so close to my home, and if you would stop struggling like that, it's not comfortable.”

This confused Tommy a bit,” What does my struggling have to do with anything, and I didn’t want to be near your shitty cabin in the first place!” The walls collapsed suddenly around him as a clear belch like sound rang in his ears and he heard the piglin give an annoyed groan and the stroking across his back returned… and Tommy felt his body turn cold once more when he realized where he was; impossible as it was. His breathing became more frantic as he started to thrash even harder, not knowing when he could die but knew it would be worse than being sliced by a bade,” Techno please tell me I'm not where I think I am, please tell me I’m not.”

Techno could only huff and let his tongue hang limply out the side of his snout, fighting between regretting his decision and his residual instincts.

He’s scared. He did get eaten. Not right. Comfort him. Release him. Gross. Fix him. Still angry. Still sad. Comfort him. Eeee. He’s safe. It’s comfortable.  Go back to sleep, he’s fine. He would scream.

The voices were just as conflicting as the squirming boy, why couldn’t the boy just go back to sleep,” You’re fine, you're not going to get digested,” his words were cut off by another forced belch when the boy managed a hard hit,” would you stop!” He couldn’t help but roar out his frustration, but when the boy was silent other than jerky trembles of fear, he felt guilty for yelling at him,” You were going to freeze to death if I didn't do this, I used a shrinking potion and stored you like I would have done a young piglin, your completely safe.” He used his hand to rub Tommys back again, feeling him freeze, but sighed in relief when he felt the form start to untense and lean into the soft touch,” will you tell me why you came here, and if you want out I will.”

Tommy couldn’t help himself as he leaned into the comforting touch as he listened to the rumbling words around him, as fucking weird as the whole thing was, it was actually comfortable inside the older male. “I didn’t mean to come here, Wilbur was being an ass and I had to get away from him and think…. I just kept thinking and didn’t realize I was lying in the snow.. I really didn’t think I cared.” He moved to curl tighter into himself as he felt the new raised lines he had made in his wanderings, he didn’t want to be by himself anymore since it just led to bad things, just like how they always did. He wanted to ask Techno if he could stay with him, but did the piglin forgive him… he knew he fucked up before, but he did save him from a icy grave. He took a heavy breath before reaching out and gently rubbing at the slimy walls in front of him, mildly surprised at how soft they were,” could I… could I stay here..so I’m not alone anymore… and I’m ok in here.”

Technoblade couldn’t stop the heavy purr that rumbled from his chest at the rubs against the sensitive flesh of his stomach, the voices and instincts on fire as they relished in the feeling that should have happened from the start if the boy was a true piglin child. He gently rubbed the boys back as he settled back into a comfortable position in his chair,” Yeah you little gremlin, you can stay, I’ll let you out later since you're making me look fat.” He gave a low chuckle at the indignant shout the boy made as he moved to get comfortable. He could tell that their relationship was still rocky, but it was slowly warming up which was good. He wouldn’t be too opposed if the boy wanted his basement room back, it's not like he changed it too much.

[tinytek]

Give me George info in the Royal Preds AU. I crave. Feed us. 🖐 -random-tinies

Hell yeah

Some of this information is stuff I haven't bounced off Squid yet, so it might not match up with their canon.

Also I am totally gonna use this to infodump about the entire royal family for a minute, sorry man

So first of all, George has the most fae blood out of any characters besides Phil, Quackity, and Technoblade. And among those four, no one but Quackity has more Unseelie blood. This is because Quackity is a first gen pred--his father was Unseelie fae.

Now you get the nerd part.

Here's a family tree with fae bloodlines included. H is percentage of human blood, S is percentage of Seelie blood, and U is Unseelie blood. The numbers next to their names are overall faeblood percentages.

I had Phil and Techno as brothers by the same father. I gave Phil two wives and a concubine to explain why his three sons have different bloodlines. Disclaimer: his wives both died of natural means, he had to remarry because royalty stuff. He's not just a dick who marries and divorces a ton.

His first wife was George's mother, and it was a political marriage. They didn't hate each other, but they weren't in love. They were friends more than anything. She was also completely Unseelie in bloodline.

His second wife was Kristin, whom he loved dearly. She was also Unseelie, but less so.

After her death, he gave up on marriage. He did, however, spend one night with a concubine, which produced a child. just his luck, that his ONE night would give him a son.... he loves Tommy, though, and doesn't regret it. he only regrets laying with a woman who wasn't Kristin.

So as a result, Tommy is 10% seelie fae, Wilbur is 10% seelie and 4% unseelie, and George is 10% seelie and 6% unseelie.

Of course, they wouldn't know this. They can sometimes guess at their own bloodlines or trace it back, but they don't know for sure.

They just know that George acts the most predatorlike out of the three of them.

Okay, on to the George-specific stuff.

He's the eldest, but the least emotionally connected to Phil. He was always closer to his mother.

He's Unseelie, so he's somewhat of a monster at heart. He's a good liar, for how fae he is (making up for what his ancestors were unable to do, honestly) and fairly dismissive of others' feelings. (Though that could certainly be because of his royal upbringing.)

He sees Dream as a pet, ornament, or plaything more than a person. Upperclass social conventions typically label borrowers as "less than human," more similar to having a pet present in terms of social taboos. Because of this, George has no problem doing things like wearing underclothes that would normally be unacceptable for a prince to wear with company, or sleeping with him in the room.

He also likes to bring Dream with him to social functions like dinners and balls. Sometimes he treats Dream like a pet, carrying him in his hands and showing him off. Other times he instructs Dream to perch on his shoulder and not move too much... like a decoration.

He'll sometimes tug on or play with Dream's tail without his consent. He doesn't really think to empathize, since he doesn't have one.

He calls Dream and his kind preyfolk in private sometimes, though he defaults to "borrowers" more often.

(Aside: Tommy calls them "tiny folk" or "little guys" along with "borrowers." Wilbur calls them preyfolk or borrowers. Techno calls them borrowers, smallmen, or rats--"rats" is derogatory and "smallmen" mostly used by working class humans. Phil calls them borrowers or tiny folk.)

Hm, he's kind of--no, he's absolutely a prick and hates to be talked back to. (Reason number #2 that he and Sapnap don't get along for a while.) He's overly full of himself, as expected of royalty, and prideful, as expected of the fair folk.

His favorite color is blue, and so is his favorite doublet. Also his favorite cloak. Um, everything is blue.

And! His teeth are sharper than a human's ought to be :)

Not enough to be obviously inhuman, but enough to make him terrifying and uncanny when he wants to be.

[8dpromo]

KiloWatts & PointBender - Western Wolf Remixes (Harmonious Discord)

8DPromo · KiloWatts & PointBender - Western Wolf Remixes (Harmonious Discord)

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[quotemenevervore]

Mmmmmmmmmmm

Fuck it, shrunken manhunt timeline:

First time, between Sapnap and Dream, getting Dream out of the nether

Second time, Sapnap avoiding him and George and the two finally talk and Dream lets him store him again

Third time was Quackity shrinking by mistake, both Q and Karl’s first time being stored (Karl breakdown arc start) (At some point before or during this would be the first time Sam stores Dream)

Fourth time is when Quackity discovers his storing instincts/abilities, and going feral (around this time id say Sam and Dream’s continuous nom thing is going on)

Fifth time is the fiancés comforting/making Karl rest via noms (the two times he isn’t made completely uncomfortable by it) (at this time Eggpire Bad was getting closer to the point where he noms Skeppy)

Between these times is Q storing Slime for the first time, after being accidentally triggered into instincts by Tubbo’s visit

Sixth time is the game between the dream team, immediately followed by Sapnap shrinking to try and help George’s fear (and accidentally revealing feral Q) (around this time Wilbur would have made his agreement with Quackity about helping each other with instincts, and at some point between this and the next time he visits the fiancé household and teaches them how to preen him)

Between this and the next time Q noms Sapnap to make him relax after he spent all day mining and was achy

Seventh time is Sapnap being caught storing George by Sam, revealing Q as a pred and having difficult instincts

Eighth time is Karl being revealed as a shapeshifter with the ability to store people (and be stored in that form, that fics not done yet)

Ninth time is the feral boys hide and seek game (after which Sapnap and Dream start looking into the latter’s traits and find he’s an axolotl hybrid) (after that, Sapnap is called to save Skeppy from Eggpire Bad storing and trapping him there, and begins the recovery of the family)

Before the XD incident, comes the discovery of the purple potion and Dream nomming George to test it. It becomes common knowledge after that point.

At some point between these two is the XD incident with Sapnap and Dream

Tenth time is likely the Karl traveling incident

Eleventh is when the Karl breakdown arc comes to its close with George forcing all of them to talk to each other and Karl coming clean

Twelve is Hibernation™️ with all the households

At some point after hibernation is when Techno and Quackity finally come to good terms with each other, via each being nommed by the other for their safety and then actually talking.

Thirteen would be Tommy trying to prank Q and failing

Fourteen would be the Sapnap/Tommy incident with the ancient city

Fifteen would be the growing incident where George grows instead of shrinks Dream in a manhunt

The happy fam nom fic is our sixteenth

I think that’s got it pretty caught up? I’ll edit if I missed something

[skullsnbruises]

If it's not too late, could you write about giant!ranboo encountering tiny! sbi+tubbo with some nom action and possible fear play? Also, I enjoy your artwork! ^-^

-🧁

Anxiously setting this down because it’s been so long since I got this request I am so sorry

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Sleepwalker

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As the sun had set, and Michael was tucked into bed, and Tubbo was off spending time with the others on the server, Ranboo was left alone in their mansion with a certain sorrow in their chest. They were lonely and bored, but it was nighttime, and there was no need for any more activities to take up their day. Sleep would be a distraction from how they felt. Hopefully Tubbo would be back by the morning, and they could plan something like a picnic with their child.

Ranboo stood lonely over their king size bed, wishing for a moment that someone else was there, at least to talk to. They sighed and pushed the feeling down before climbing into bed, tucking themself in under the covers. They shuffled to their side and stared blankly at the wall, ender particles floating around dimly by their head. Slowly, they closed their eyes, drowning in late night thoughts until they dozed off.

When they woke, their brain was crowded with an uncomfortably familiar buzz, something speaking in a language that felt so natural, but so distant at the same time. They watched through their own eyes, as their body moved on its own. Standing up from the bed, kicking off the blankets, staring down at themself. Ranboo felt a dull panic, scared of this feeling but unable to do a thing about it. Something ached of deja vu, but between the amnesia the exact memory was lost.

Though, by the way Ranboo’s legs walked without them, they knew this had happened before. The particles that usually lazed about their head glowed brightly in neon hues of purple, blurring with speed as they circled and danced.

Oh yeah, enderwalking. Or whatever the server were calling Ranboo’s sleepwalk state.

Two toned hands met doorknob after doorknob, until they had left the mansion behind, out in the bitter cold of Snowchester. The country was frozen still as the snowstorm raged, sending icy flakes to battle against Ranboo’s ender particles. The body shivered, and Ranboo wished their sleepwalk state would have grabbed a coat before leaving, but alas. They were useless as they watched, body leaving fresh paw prints in their path, that would only soon be covered with more powdery white, judging by the swirling haze of snow.

‘Where were they going?’ Ranboo questioned as they took an unfamiliar path. The body stepped past into the garden, fields of crisp dead sprouts. ‘Why do we even plant here?’

They were in a clearing now. Plenty of room as the unconscious body stopped dead still. Unmoving, the eyes darted to the side, assuming the space around them. Ranboo was quiet in the back of their mind, viewing the space outside them carefully. It was beautiful, white filling the sky around a masterpiece of the same. The ocean lulled out powerfully against the icy shoreline. Wave after wave crashed, a gorgeous pattern of sound that echoed in the otherwise silent space. Something about winter was gentle and peaceful, silence and serenity. Despite the death of it all, between the lack of wildlife and the sleep of greenery, it was kind. Nature recharging for another year, where life would be brought back once again, a cycle of rebirth and death.

Maybe Ranboo was just tired to think so, though.

The world around them shook all of the sudden, and Ranboo felt anxious, unable to grab something to ground or hold still. Their heart thumped in their ears as they watched the landscape shrink around them. Everything became impossibly small, the frozen dead crops turning into tiny blips in their vision, and the mansion seeming like a dollhouse in scale.

They realized then, with a shocked horror, that the world didn’t shrink. Ranboo had grown. They were now a giant, towering over the infinite space of the server, scale stretched taller than the trees. ‘What is going on??’ They begged to nobody. Ranboo was aware they had powers, but this was unprecedented. They could do small things, like pick up grass blocks, not grow into a giant!

Suddenly, an insatiable appetite wracked through Ranboo’s body, his stomach growling to emphasize its point. His mind raced, demanding to meet his friends. The implications scared him, but they weren’t able to control the urge. They pulled out their communicator, and promptly asked for Tubbo’s coordinates. He returned them, and said he was hanging out with Wilbur, Tommy, Phil, and Techno. Ranboo purred deeply at the thought of more friends.

He quickly made his way over to the location, traveling so much easier with his newfound height, taking long strides over trees and otherwise annoying obstacles. They were making their way along with ease now.

It was only a few moments before Ranboo spotted the group, chatting happily with one another on the prime path. The first person to spot the looming ender hybrid was Tommy, who shouted out a yelp, pointing shakily to the sky. The others turned around and eyes widened. Tubbo faltered, Wilbur’s mouth was left agape, Phil and Techno reached instinctively for weapons, and Tommy was shouting incoherently.

Ranboo couldn’t care, his thoughts chirped away at wishing for his friends and husband. They crouched, movement slow. He cooed at the terrified group.

“Ranboo?!” Tubbo panted out in fear.

That was the last chance he had to speak before Ranboo’s hands came around his husband, and lifted him into the air effortlessly. He dangled his husband above him, opening his mouth with a swipe of his tongue. Tubbo screamed helplessly, before being dropped directly into Ranboo’s mouth. He felt him struggling and fighting against the squishy insides. Ranboo swallowed his husband down with a soft burp.

The others stared like deer in headlights. Too terrified to look away. Phil started to slowly back up, and Ranboo noticed immediately. He grinned and chuckled under his breath, causing tears to form in Tommy’s eyes. Then, their claws came back around, squishing the four into his palms. They laughed maniacally, almost enjoying the sense of fear he was inflicting onto them, the poor things didn’t realize they’d be okay.

His instincts had completely taken them over at this point, as the handful of friends was shoved into his mouth. They swished the bodies around from cheek to cheek, tongue curling around playfully. They felt weak punches from, probably, Tommy. His tongue came around something pointed, weapons. Using the prehensile appendage, he swiped the swords away from the two, and spat them out, the metal clanging against the path.

Then, a simple few swallows led the four down into his stomach. A sudden wave of fatigue washed over the enderman, and they rubbed at their mismatched eyes.

He made his way casually back to the mansion, watching scenically as the land transitioned from grass, to sea, to snow. When their presence was introduced back into Snowchester, they realized they were too giant to go back into the mansion. Upon this mild annoyance, he laid down among the snow, the coldness like a shivering blanket. They wrapped around themself, curling into a comfy little ball, tail curled over his legs.

The struggle inside his stomach amused him, as they dozed off to sleep.

[astraymetronome]

a au where Tommy is reincarnated as a villain from a book he heard/read about. It's like those manhwa where the protagonist reincarnates or wakes up as the villain/villainess. Maybe do to a curse or something everyone in the castle/estate shrinks or just a few main characters aside from Tommy. Maybe it's a sport of beauty and beast situation where while everyone is small Tommy is big and looks like naga/spider/dragom hybrid(he has a storage and instincts). Maybe the shrinking was never part of the of story and Tommy has no clue what is going on(thou if he never read the book he wouldn't realize it). Dream or ranboo could have have been the og stories protagonist and the svi the family

While this would be fun to write and go over, I don't think I have the time or the energy to put that much into another project right now.

College starts on the 19th and I really can't get bad grades this year. Plus I still need to work to pay for stuff and put money aside for future classes.

What I will do is scribble down this for the future! (And give you a few small ideas for now)

So I feel like if I was to write this I would prob make Tommy a Naga or a Drider just because I really like snakes and spiders. The idea of the whole castle shrinking is iffy to me but what if, instead, Tommy is naturally big and can shape shift. Think Stringbean from The owl house-

Anyways, I feel like Tommy wouldn't wanna shoot for being the bad guy. Yeah he'd probably admit it later on but I feel like, to start, he'd try to be good.

He'd probably bond with everyone quickly, at least on his side of things, because of the previous connections with them and would grow some pretty insane instincts.

If I get to this, and I hope I will, I'll probably have a big plot point be based around Tommy losing control, shifting, and eating a lot of people. Over stuffed preds are adorable in my opinion, now they'd all be in storage but they wouldn't know and stuff.

Then I'd probably throw in the villain arc which is mostly Tommy trying to make amends and stuff but them all being scared and stuff. I don't know who I'll have to be his go too person, probably Techno because Bedrock Duo is my heart and soul, but I'll figure that out in the future. If you have anymore questions for this and world building I can think up some stuff!

[cyncerity]

Sizeshifter!Tommy au where he noms SBI and Beeduo all at once? He grows just big enough to where they all fit nice and snug in there and he can feel all them. Big man just wants to hold his family close and keep them safe!

I wrote this as quickly as I could because this prompt gave me so much brain rot. It also gave me an excuse to write one of my favorite vore tropes: overstuffed preds 💖

tw: vore

“Yes!!” Tommy yelled after his 5th consecutive win against the rest of his friends and family in Mario Kart. He heard the rest of them groan as he laughed harder at their defeat. “Alright, Tubbo, you came in last, you know what that means…” Tommy snickered as he leaned closer to Tubbo. The brunette simply laughed as he shoved Tommy’s face back. “Yeah, yeah, I owe you, but I have a feeling you’re gonna wanna cash that favor in now, aren’t you?” Tommy grinned mischievously in response. “Oh, you know me so well.”

Tommy and Tubbo scrambled off the couch and went to the living room as the other 4 continued to play. In a matter of no time Tommy was a giant, approximately 45 ft in height. Not huge, but big enough so that Tubbo had room in his stomach. And as soon as he reached that height, Tubbo shoved his arm in his mouth with a sly, silly grin. Tommy’s response to this was to close his mouth around Tubbo’s torso and slurp the rest of him in like a noodle, making the now much smaller boy burst into giggles. He licked him for a few minutes before getting impatient and swallowing him down, the now familiar feeling of the warm, squirming lump traveling down his throat bringing the shifter bliss. Tommy laid back, closed his eyes, and put a hand on his stomach as he felt Tubbo enter his belly, fully content to lay their the rest of the day.

“Tommy, get back in here, we’re starting another game!!” Tommy heard Wilbur shout. He peeked an eye open. Surely they knew he was giant right now, right? They had to have known what he and Tubbo had gone into the other room to do, they’d have to be stupid not to know. Tommy sighed and made his way back to the dining room where Mario Kart was set up, laying on his stomach (which Tubbo didn’t seem to mind, surprisingly), only bothering to fit his top half in the room. “Oh, there you are! Can you still use one of these?” Ranboo held a controller to Tommy, who’s face remained deadpan as he lifted his hand to compare it to the controller, which was barely the size of his finger nail. “Right, I guess that makes sense…” Ranboo continued a bit awkwardly. “You wanna just watch this round then, Toms?” Phil asked. Tommy shrugged and nodded as Techno started the game.

A few minutes later, Wilbur came out on top, with Ranboo being the loser. Tommy chuckled as Wilbur continued to gloat his victory to patronize Ranboo, when the mocking finally died down and the attention was surprisingly turned to him.

“Alright, Ranboo, new rule for the night: you lose, youre sleeping in the giant.” Wilbur said nonchalantly. Tommy’s face turned to one of utter confusion before he laughed a bit as an argument broke out between Wilbur and Ranboo. Ok, this could be something he could get behind. He was always up for the chance to nom his friends.

Soon Ranboo stared at Tommy with tired eyes as he pushed his lips open. Tommy quickly closed his mouth around the teen and threw his head back as hard as he could and swallowed down Ranboo in one gulp, taking Ranboo by surprise and making Wilbur lose it with laughter. Tommy rearranged himself as he felt Ranboo enter his stomach and Tubbo move over to make more room so that he was now lying on his back, watching the tv upside down. He looked down at his gut.

He had noted a while ago that 50ft was the minimum height he could be to swallow both Ranboo and Tubbo, that being the minimum height where they weren’t crowded and Tommy still felt full while not showing any signs of having eat someone from the outside. At his current 45ft, though, his friends started to make a bump on his gut. Nothing too noticeable unless someone was looking for it, but there nonetheless.

A few minutes later, Techno lost. “Alright, rules of the night, Techno,” Wilbur said as he shoved his twin brother towards Tommy, “down the hatch you go.” Techno just rolled his eyes, not excited or anything but seemingly not opposed to the idea. Tommy was beginning to think this wasn’t such a great idea anymore. Yeah, having two people fill his stomach was nice, but he was fairly certain that two was his max. It was already a little cramped as it was. God, if he even managed to fit Techno in their, would it give him a stomach ache? Tommy negotiated the idea of growing bigger so there’d be more room in his belly, but he had never attempted to shift with people in him, so he dropped the idea.

Nevertheless, a few moments later Tommy found himself watching the bulge of his stomach grow slightly, maybe a half inch to him, bigger as Techno entered his gut. The organ growled around its new occupant, probably realizing (just as Tommy had) that there was already to much stuff in his belly. Tommy drowsily rubbed his stomach and felt internal rubs back as he heard Phil shout from the couch, their last race seemingly over. Wilbur stood up and began shouting for a rematch. Tommy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Rematch or not, one of them was going to end up in him, and he didn’t know if he could physically take that. He wasn’t sure where the point of unhealthy weight in someone’s stomach was, but he was sure he was close to reaching it. He’d never felt so full before, and he didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not. It’s didn’t hurt like he thought it would, and so much motion under his skin made a shiver run up his spine and melt his muscles in the best way possible. Of course, that could all change once a fourth person entered his stomach. He’d only ever eaten three at most, and at that point in time he was about 150-200 ft tall, so this get entirely different.

Phil proudly and snuggly pushed Wilbur towards Tommy, who readied himself as he picked up Wilbur and carefully placed him in his jaws. Tommy took slow, small swallows just in case any harsh or fast movements would give him a stomach ache. Phil seemed to notice his sons’s dilemma, though, and moved towards Tommy to rub his stomach, trying to push his occupants aside to make room for Wilbur, and making Tommy let out a sigh and start purring, to blissful to even feel embarrassed.

“Wil’s idea cause you a bellyache, mate?” Phil asked, continuing to rub Tommy’s gut as it swelled even more with Wilbur’s entry, giving another, louder low growl at the added weight. Tommy groaned slightly and nodded. Phil gave him a sympathetic smile and he placed his hands on the organ to rub it, and felt a second pair of hands rubbing from the inside. Tommy seemed to be on the verge if sleep, the over-stuffing making him drowsy.

“Does it hurt, Toms?” Tommy shook his head. “Then, do you mind if I go in?” Phil said as he laid a hand on Tommy’s gut. Tommy nodded as he picked Phil up, begrudgingly standing as best he could and moving to the living room where he could throw the couch cushions on the floor and make a makeshift bed, feeling the most likely equally drowsy people in his belly slide down the walls of the stomach as their surroundings shifted. Tommy soon felt them start to try and get into a comfortable position after having been moved, and out of curiosity looked down at his stomach. He was surprised to see that not only had Wilbur added probably another quarter inch to his distended gut, but he could make out their movements from inside him. To him, it only looked like his stomach had swollen about two inches bigger, but he could just barely make out when someone pushed at him or leaned their full body weight against his organ. It might have been somewhat disturbing to anyone other than Tommy, but at the moment, the young shifter was to entranced by the fact that now he could actually feel and see what was going on in his belly to care.

Once they reached the living room, Phil got gently popped into Tommy’s mouth as he began to take the couches apart before he was swallowed down, reaching the stomach within seconds, everyone else who had been eaten already fast alsesp. Phil chuckled as he felt his world shift as Tommy laid back down, rubbing what he assumed to be the front of the stomach.

“Hey, Toms?” “Yeah?” “How about next time, best two out of three?” Tommy only chuckled, poking where he felt Phil rubbing his stomach. “Oh, it’s so on.”

[maybenotaperson03]

Morbid G/T Idea

New Au

Implies death

Wilbur was reincarnated in his past life he was a borrower, he was hunted down and eaten by a giant Pred, and now he was recianrnated as his son.

Wilbur however has unfinished business, his son, only a baby at the time maybe now his age.

He hopes he can find him and give him the life he never had as a borrower.

However, Wilbur will eventually have to comfort Philza and his brothers about his past life.

He knows the man, his dad now will do anything for him, but he is still scared not only for their reaction but of the fear of Philza still lingers in his mind.

Also, have a snippet of a conversation I imagined, its a draft

Wilbur sat his family at the table his heart pounding hard against his chest, he would almost think it was a warning bell.

Wilbur looked a Philza with a sadden smile.

Philza starred at his son in confusion.

"I remember my past life."

Philza raised an eyebrow before he can comment Tommy jumped in

"that's so fucking cool!" "What were you like a solider or something or-"

Technoblade cut his younger brother of

"Enough Tommy let the man explain."

Wilbur held his chest tightly

"Well, to answer your question no I wasn't."

For some unknown reason, Philza felt uncomfortable, maybe it was because Wilbur kept staring at him as if to see what he was gonna do.

"To be fair whoever up there must fucking hate me, to reincarnate me here."

Tommy faced sadden

"Why." He asked

Philza didn't say anything, for some reason he couldn't

"Unfortunately, I wasn't a Pred in my past life and-"

Tommy cut him of once again.

"Ew, where you just some plain human, gross."

Techno wacked Tommy on the head, and glared at him and Tommy decided it would be best to just stay quiet.

"No, I wish I was that lucky." Wilbur stopped himself hoping Tommy would interrupt him once again, so he didn't have to reveal much more.

However, everyone remained silent even Tommy.

Wilbur took one long breath before quickly glancing at Philza.

"I was a borrower."

(I plan to eventually writ this, who knows when it's a separate story from my other Au I mentioned yesterday.)

[torssi]

V duhu današnjega dne, ko se sprašujemo o vokalnih insertih v tehno glasbi vabimo k poslušanju našega, Clubio podcasta I'm Not a Robot - Epizoda #023 gostiteljice Laylae z posebnim gostom iz Berlina Dj T.A.G na DI.FM. Nico nas je pred časom razveselil z izjemnim setom in prisrčnim odzivom na naše povabilo in z skromnim obiskom v Ljubljani dokazal, kaj pomeni biti odličen DJ in kakšen karakter se išče na svetovni ravni, ki si zasluži naziv dolgoletni rezident večnega sinonima za svetovno svobodo techno kulture, berliskega kluba Tresor, ki je obstajal pred padcem zidu in bo z takimi borci za mikerji užival svetovno podporo tudi v prihodnje. Nas je Nico kot oseba navdušil.

V tem miksu nas zanima kaj si mislite o insertu pri 16:00 minuti? Zanimivo, kajne. Toliko o nemškem kulturnem sporočilu ZDA. Sledi pa še angleško Nemčiji v naslednjem prispevku.

[jkknight98]

Ok so a house of 3 preds (Dream, Techno, and Quackity) all at different times find/save a borrower (Tommy or Karl), none of them do anything to hurt said borrower and after making sure they're okay always let them go

The borrower keeps getting help from each pred at different times and the borrower is happy that none of the preds want to eat them (yet)

But here's the thing- the other preds I have no idea they've all met the exact same borrower and are friends with them, so now all three are trying to get the borrower (who walked right out into the open to talk with their friends) out of danger from the others

The borrower has no idea what's going on and is just very terrified and just standing on the coffee table awkwardly

-Plant

Ok I got some free time so I can answer this pretty quickly with some rough sketch notes and I’m so sorry it took so long plant.

Dream-

Catches Tommy in the early morning and nearly eats him on the spot for a breakfast snack because he was stealing from the cereal box, but decides against it when he gets called “smiley faced green bitch!”

It makes laugh hard enough to wheeze because he’s never had a barrower act that way towards him so he lets the boy go, saying that he probably will eat him next time if he catches him again.

Cue Tommy and jerry shenanigans until Dream realizes he’s having to much fun with the banter the two have and continues to make excuses not to eat him.

Technoblade

Has Tommy literally fall onto him from a high shelf. The boy was trying to read the same book Techno was when he lost his balance.

Techno really wanted nothing to do with the tiny thing so just dropped him back on the floor to ignore him. But Tommy didn’t leave, saying that “I want to know what happens to the prick in that book!”

This leads to regular book time for the two, and while techno would never say anything about and Tommy would definitely deny it, The piglin hybrid knows the boy cuddles up to him for warmth on especially cold days.

Quackity

Managed to save Tommy from being snatched up by a cat that ended up in the house (sorry patches lovers) and was immensely curious about the tiny thing as he only seen barrowers in pictures.

He thought Tommy was a animal at first to keep as a interest pet, but quickly found out how much like giants the tiny folk are.

He grew to enjoy bantering with Tommy and messing around with him. He had a lot of fun making silly bets with the boy and making up stupid punishments for one another.

He even let the boy walk around in his model city he called Las Nevadas, getting ideas and new perspectives from a almost scaled size person (he did not enjoy Tommy trying to go Godzilla in the fake fountain and stuck him in a jar as punishment).

Confrontation

It was just a normal day when the three giants decided to eat breakfast together that morning, Quackity joking that he missed scrambling with Techno to get the last of the hash browns, making the piglin huff in annoyance and roll his eyes. Dream was just about to make his own joke but paused when he saw a familiar flash of blond hair dart across the table.

Tommy wasn’t expecting to see all the giants together at once, he had been at the house for a few months now and was mildly surprised, but was happy to see them all the same. He never got to play any chasing games with Techno or Quackity like he did Dream, maybe that would make it more fun and challenging. He was only able to get a short hey out before all three giants rushed at him while shoving each other, seems like the game was starting after all.

For the giants it wasn’t a game, all they knew was that their little friend that they kept secret from their housemates was now out in the open and in danger. Dream and Quackity were afraid that Techno would smash Tommy like he jokingly said he did to orphans, and Dream freaked that Quackity would try to pin him like a butterfly. Techno and Quackity both feared that Dream would eat Tommy like other barrowers before.

So imagine everyone’s surprise when techno used his size advantage to beat out the smaller (and normally faster giants ) to pick up the boy, and to everyone’s shock(including his own despite the growing instinct he tried to hide), popped the tiny into his mouth and swallowed. He knew Tommy would be safer inside, but no one else knew that.