#schlatt g/t

[cyncerity]

Karlnapity doodles??? 🥺 The bbs <3

YES YES YES MY BOYS MY BOYSSSS

TY SQUISHY I WILL TAKE ANY AND EVERY EXCUSE TO BE ABLE TO DRAW THESE THREE THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME

ok so i kinda went crazy here cause it’s almost 2 am and i said “hey there’s an idea i’ve had for going on 3 years that i keep saying i’ll animate and never do.” so i finally did.

this is for a very very old au, it’s actually the first au on this blog and has 1 story; which is karlnapity. I won’t go into all the lore and stuff but i’ll link that story here for those of you who weren’t here in 2021, it’s how they ended up together in this au <3. Basis is Sapnap is a human, Quackity is an avian, and Karl is an Ermine hybrid borrower.

[mysterious-gizem]

𝐎𝐝𝐝 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭

Warning/s: ???

Taglist: @da3dm, @gt-mcyt, @coolest-moon

Chapters: Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3

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"Puffy get out here!"

Schlatt...

The sheep hybrid tumbled down the stairs as she raced towards her front door, she flung her front door open as she was met with her very serious, and rather furious, older brother. The ram hybrid sighed as he stared her down.

"Hey JJ- what brings you here, shouldn't you be with Dream at the docks?" She chuckled trepidatiously, her brother pursed his lips before he began to speak. "The elders are scolding him...he may have crushed some of the wood we were going to use."

The ram let out an exasperated sigh, "Look Puffy, I love my nephew, but..." His words trailed off as he stared at her sister's wide, soft eyes. "I can't keep defending him...Everyone's getting pretty..." Another sigh escaped his lips, "Well- everyone is getting pretty scared; I've heard that he almost stepped on some old lady!" Schlatt was about to continue but Puffy spoke first.

"What am I supposed to do Schlatt? He can't control what's happening to him- and it wasn't my decision for him to be going around doing chores! He's a kid, he should be out playing in the fields, not working in them..." Puffy was tired, she was tired of seeing her son come home exhausted; not exhausted from playing, but rather tired from working.

It hurt her as she watched her child lay on his bedroom floor, having to get rid of his bed and furniture for the sake that he would still fit in his room. She remembered the nights her son would cry relentlessly, begging to be held; yet all she could do was gently hug his leg as fat tears rolled down his face.

Now her brother—one of the few people who caused this to happen to her son—stood in front of her criticizing his mistakes once more, how dare her brother have the audacity to take away his childhood and still complain!?

Schlatt let out another sigh, it snapped the sheep hybrid out of her daze. Both stood in awkward silence as the ram hybrid stared down at her with gentle eyes, while she was resistant to meet his own. The two were having a silent war; that they barely noticed another presence arrive, until they were startled by a shadow looming over them.

"Uhm- Uncle Schlatt? We're—we're done with the docks and they told me to go on break..." Dream sheepishly announced as he avoided eye contact, Puffy's heart broke, her boy, despite the fact he towered over everyone in the flock; looked so, so small. The ram hybrid's lips pursed as Puffy began to speak. "Hey duckling, you hungry?" The blond gave a shy nod, still unwilling to meet her eyes.

"There's food in the dining room, I made it all for you so don't worry duckling." She reassured, Dream muttered a grateful 'thank you' as he ushered himself inside the house; needing to bend down to walk around the house. The sheep hybrid turned around to face her brother again, "Look Schlatt- if you have nothing else to say I have stuff I need to do..." He sighed and shook his head.

"Goodbye JJ."

•~☆~•

"Dream can you get the tools over there?" A disheveled middle-aged man gently commanded the blond which he complied too, "Yes sir..." The child simply responded as he took a few strides and bent down to pick up a box full of tools.

It was another day for Dream, he was helping rebuild the town fountain at the core of their little village; which got damaged after some rogue hybrid went into their village and started throwing bombs, luckily another group of hunters came and escorted the hybrid away before anyone got hurt—the blond was especially lucky he wasn't there to be spotted by the said hunters—he stood at his full height and stared at his surroundings, taking in how much damage the bombs did.

A few patches of the streets were affected due to the obvious holes in the ground, and he expected to fix them sooner or later, it was sadly turning into his new normal, barely anything about this was normal. Another abrupt command made his head snap back toward the ram hybrid, "Go get the bricks over there, it's like laying on a wooden platform so get it all." Dream nodded and spotted the bricks atop a wooden pallet, he quickly rushed over and picked up the crates with his two hands.

He was slowly walking back to the fountain, being extremely cautious with the bricks; he was halfway there when he heard a loud feminine voice let out a commanding yell, "Jack! Elliott! Come back here!" Suddenly two children came running his way he lost his footing as the two children were seemingly playing tag, he yelped as one of them ran in front of him and he almost stepped on them.

He panicked as he tripped backward dropping the bricks in the process, shrill shrieks were heard coming from all over the place as bricks flew in every direction. Dust encompassed the area, in all of the chaos he prayed no one got hurt; a cough escaped his lips, as the dust settled down, the two other kids; who were probably around his age were huddled up together, covered in dust and debris themselves.

He watched as numerous amounts of rams and sheep hybrids ran to the duo's aid, a familiar stinging sensation made itself known; yet in the midst of all the chaos he couldn't even focus on anything, everything felt hazy as he sat there with his head limp and arms shaking. And the weird feeling spreading all over his body.

He felt something protruding in his gums and as the chaos began to settle down he grew.

He cried alongside the townsfolk as they all scrambled to get away from him, at that moment he silently thanked his mom and Bad that they put a spell on his clothing to adjust to his size, no matter how tall he was. Pain shot throughout his body, he could barely comprehend whatever the people were yelling.

Suddenly he ceased his movements and dropped to the ground.

•~☆~•

"Captain Puffy!"

Puffy was having a light conversation with Bad that day, they were simply talking about events of the week, trying to have a good time; keyword: trying.

"Oh Samuel? Why are you in such a rush." The sheep hybrid asked as Bad stood beside her respectfully waiting for them to finish. The panicked ram hybrid who was apparently named Samuel was catching his breath, Puffy patiently waited for the other to speak.

"Your son-" He heaved and took a big gulp of air, "He grew right before our eyes! And—and he fainted, Mayor Schlatt told me to get you." As he finished his sentence Puffy bolted from her spot not even saying a proper farewell to the demon hybrid. She almost tripped a few times as she took one step after another.

Other members of the herd who were oblivious of the situation happening at the core of the town gave her weird looks; some even attempted to follow her. More and more people began gathering to see what all the commotion was about. Puffy's thoughts were scattered everywhere as she yelled at people to move to the side.

All of a sudden she crashed against another figure which she quickly realized was her brother, "Schlatt let me go! I need to see him!" Tears began to form at the corner of her eyes as Schlatt held her back. "Please JJ..." Her voice began to grow quiet as Schlatt quietly huffed. "Puffy...I don't—I don't think you should see him right now."

The sheep hybrid was now letting on soft sobs whilst weakly grasping her brother's arm, she could only register the fact more people kept rushing behind them; she so desperately wanted to see what they were up to, what were they doing to her baby?

•~☆~•

Puffy sat at the foot of her bed, she sobbed so much she started to choke; she began to cough and gag as fat tears kept rolling down her face, earlier that day she waved her son goodbye as he left with a bright smile on his face. Now the day turned gloomy and dreadful.

"M-Mom?"

Her son's broken worried voice forced her to lift her head, for a moment she was scared startled to see a luminous emerald green eye stare at her through her window, she quickly pushed down her fear sorrow and walked over to the window, Dream backed up so she could see his face more clearly as she pushed the window open. It was obvious the poor boy had been crying; his eye's were puffy and red, and he was seemingly trembling.

"Oh baby- what's wrong?" She tried reaching out her hand to touch his face, however he stayed put; unmoving and silent. Puffy had no idea what to do at this moment, she could barely see his face as the sun took cover behind the horizons. The last remaining streaks of light highlighting the saddened features of the blond's face.

His mouth opened hesitantly as he stumbled over his words, "Are you okay mama? I-I'm sorry..." Puffy quickly gestured for him to come closer, "You did nothing wrong duckling, it's okay." Tears came back at full force as the now giant leaned against their house, the sheep hybrid could only reach the strands of his hair as she softly touched it—the blond probably didn't even feel it.

Puffy watched as stars began to twinkle in the sky, both simply fell into the haze of comfort and calm as they simply basked in the feeling of each other's comfort; the sheep hybrid gently felt the blond's soft breaths. She quietly went back to her bed and let the child sleep in peace.

With that thought she laid down and slowly drifted off to sleep aswell.

•~☆~•

"Woah dude! I'm sorry- but you look so cool right now!" Sapnap was gawking at the blond boy's new height, they finally got another chance to hang out and they were more than grateful. Dream sheepishly grinned at Sapnap's antics, he felt elated that the other treated him no differently than he did before, no matter what happened.

"I'm guessing you'll only wear one pair of clothes for now?" The blond nodded along as he tapped his fingers against the grass below him, "Y-Yea Mom said until she and your dad figure something out this is my clothes for now." The hybrid simply shrugged and an idea quickly popped up in his head.

"How about hide and seek?" He grinned widely, "We can even go in the forest so it's fair!" The taller hastily nodded and mustered up the courage to stand at his full height; vertigo smacked him as he stared at the difference of the size of his house to himself. Sapnap quickly snapped him out of his thought with the prompt of a race. The blond happily obliged and carefully sprinted towards the ravenette; albeit the blond being as careful as possible Sapnap could still feel the ground softly shake yet he shook his head and thought nothing of it.

As the two now stood in the midst of the forest, Dream was more fixated on the few small scrapes around his legs caused by the branches, it just gave him another reminder on how tall he was at the moment. Sapnap was the first to break the oddly awkward tension, "How about you hide and I seek?", He chuckled at his suggestion yet meekly nodded along.

In the blink of an eye Sapnap was now propped against a tree with his arm covering his two eyes and began to count down, for a moment the green eyed giant stood completely and utterly still, why? He couldn't exactly say, maybe it was the fact he couldn't exactly think of a place to hide or was it the strange noises her could hear, it heard like other people chatting?

Oh he was definitely losing it now.

He suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing and sprinted deeper into the forest to the direction of the mountains, he knew he should watch on how far he was going but surely the small caves and taverns he would spot on the way would be a better hiding spot.

The blond quickly halted as he spotted an opening to a cave on the forest floor, somehow he could hear Sapnap's counts getting closer to zero and he bolted inside the cage; he crawled his way in and situated himself—the cramped space gave him a familiar feeling, instead of uncomfort and uneasiness he felt...safe and warm(he couldn't exactly pinpoint why, his thoughts were pretty jumbled up right now)

Dream felt tranquil, his eyes slid shut and purely embraced the feeling. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, his body fell slack as he leaned in closer to the cavern walls.

It was like he felt truly at peace.

An ear-splitting cry broke his valuable silence, in his groggy state of mind he could barely comprehend where the scream came from; until another wail erupted once more. His eyes shot open and his body jumped at the sound as everything became slightly clearer.

Sapnap?

A rush of memories and emotions overwhelmed him, he was torn between remembering the moment a similar instance happened or rush to see the ravenette; it was like his body was on auto-pilot, none of the movements were his, like a foggy cloud sheilding away his sight.

As his hulking figure reached the sound of Sapnap's screams, he watched as a group of hunters were trying to chain the nether-born as he emerged from the forest all the hunters heads snapped towards him, seemingly just spotting their new prey.

"Stop it you shits those are my horns!"

As if history was repeating itself, his movements were dazed, downright feral.

That day blood coated the forest floors and a giant left the forest with a slightly traumatized hybrid.

•~☆~•

"Dream, you okay?" Sapnap asked as he stood before the giant in the drizzling rain, the blond slowly lifted his head, tears mixed with the rain, the only reason the nether-born was sure the giant was crying was the constant hiccups and sobs he would stutter out as he tried to suppress them. Even with the thunderous claps and heavy winds accompanied with the earth's very tears; it felt so, so silent. Sapnap began walking closer, he was greatly startled when the other scrambled away.

"No—no I don't wanna 'urt you..." The giant was shaking his head side to side while mumbling incoherent sentences with pain and panic laced with every word, his lips trembled as he spoke, "Uncle Schlatt a-and the elders said I should stay away from the flock for a while till—till they solve stuff." Without any thought Sapnap walked closer and held his hand out to touch the other.

"Good thing I'm not part of the flock then." He grinned with pride, Dream thought for a moment. He's right, Bad and Sapnap were never welcomed to the flock nor did they try and be part of it; or atleast that's what he thinks.

Even if his body wasn't as tense as before Sapnap sighed and sat beside blond. "For what it's worth I'll always be by your side bud."

"Pandas..."

The ravenette took a moment to cringe at his own words but kept his attention on the other, "Maybe it's best if I leave you know?" He muttered, "Ever since- well this happened to me, everything just...sucks." the nether-born was slightly taken a back with the sudden mature aura the giant gave, maybe he was spending to much time with the elders...

Sapnap was expecting this, he knew Dream was never truly at peace with the town, he thought long and hard before speaking again.

"Well if you do, I'll—I'll join you."

Was he serious? A soft grin made it's way on the taller's face.

"Thanks Sap."

[borrowing-at-midknight]

You Look Like Hell

You knew better than to leave the walls and go outside in the winter. Despite being hotter than balls the rest of the year, Texas managed to get surprisingly freezing during the couple months it takes a break from acting like one giant oven. When you’d felt how cold it was, you should've turned back. But no, of course not. You just had to get what you wanted. It could've waited, the repairs you wanted to work on weren't urgent, but you're stubborn so of course you didn't wait. Now, you were paying the price.

Over the past five days, it's been getting harder and harder to breathe. It’s not your chest that hurts, thankfully, but your throat and head are killing you. You can't stop coughing. You wish you could, but every time you inhale, your throat dries up and forces you into another coughing fit. The few lozenges that were stashed away for this occasion had been used up the first day and a half of this torture.

You don't know what to do anymore. You can't get to sleep, everything hurts, there's no more supplies for this.

You need Schlatt.

Usually, you avoid asking Schlatt for help. It's not that you don't get along with him, quite the opposite. He leaves things out on the counter for you, you take them, and both of you pretend it doesn't happen. He'll never say it, but he enjoys having you around. If he didn't, you doubt he would’ve offered to bring you with him when he moved south. You'd gotten too accustomed to his extra help back in New York to decline that proposition.

When you eventually force yourself to get out of your bed and make the journey to the kitchen, you try to use the old memories of you and Schlatt to distract you on the way.

You hug your blanket around yourself tightly, too miserable to care about it dragging behind you. Twenty grueling minutes later, you can see the light pouring into the wall’s tunnel. You sigh, sending yourself into another coughing fit, before dredging along the last short distance left. Hobbling out onto the counter, you hear the fridge close and Schlatt scoff, clearly catching sight of you.

“Fuck’s wrong with you?”

You would've laughed if it wouldn't induce more coughing. “Snow.” Apparently speaking hurts as well.

“Snow, huh? That clearly worked out well for you. Nice going.”

As your eyes adjust to the light, you see him looming over you. His hands are planted a foot away on either side, arms leading up, up, up to his face which is nearly straight above you. To save the energy, you carefully slump onto your back and wrap your blanket around you. “Are you gonna help or not?” You croak.

Schlatt’s lips curl into a sly grin. “Not with that attitude. Can't a man get some appreciation around here?” Despite his words, he's already moving away from you and begun digging through the medicine cabinet.

Gratefully, you accept a freshly shattered lozenge, immediately popping a piece into your mouth for a little bit of sweet relief.

“You look like hell, have you had any DayQuil today?”

You flop your head side to side. “Ran out yesterday. Didn't have any NyQuil to begin with.”

Schlatt sighs as he leans down to carefully measure a miniscule amount of medicine into a thimble. “You know, you should use my help more often. I don't like the thought of you going without essentials.” He places the thimble down next to you, then turns to the fridge and pulls out some orange juice.

“Aw, does Schlatt care for the itsy bitsy-” Your sentence is interrupted by a coughing fit due to your attempt at sitting up.

“Get fucked.” Schlatt chuckles as he pours a shot glass of juice and sets it beside the thimble, which he nudges closer to you. He leans on the counter, arms crossed. “I'm just saying. I don't get why you insist on taking care of yourself. It's gotta be dangerous, right?”

You take the thimble and take a big gulp of it, setting it aside quickly so you can chase it with the OJ. “Of course it's dangerous, but I've been doing this my whole life. I just… I know how busy you are. You don't gotta worry about me, big man.”

“I'd worry about you less if you weren't on your own.” He mumbles.

“I'll tell you what. I'll stay out here until I'm better, and then we'll see about me hanging out out here more often.”

Schlatt tries to suppress his smile from taking over his face, but the way his eyes light up betrays his cool demeanor. “Alright, it's a deal. C'mon, I'll get you set up in my room.”

He stands up to his full height, a movement that you doubt you'll ever get used to, as it sends shivers down your spine. His massive hand settles next to you. Not wanting to keep him waiting, you drape your blanket over you like a cape, push yourself to your feet, and waddle your way over to his open palm. You don't have to look up to know there's a smirk plastered on Schlatt’s face as you sit cross legged in the center of his hand.

“Ready?”

“Never am.”

Schlatt chuckles and curls his thumb into his palm to give you a bit more security, then lifts his hand up to his chest and starts walking. “You know I'd never drop you.” This close to his chest, his words rumble around you. It's… surprisingly comforting.

“First time we met you covered me with a red solo cup.” You joke, a smile growing on your face. “I don't know jack shit when it comes to you.”

“Hey, that was years ago. I didn't know what you were.”

“You could've at least used an empty cup.”

“It wasn't even that much! I wasted my Kool-aid on you, and I had to clean it up after. I feel like I’m definitely the one who’s been wronged here.” He snickers as he enters his bedroom and reaches into his closet to pull out a long empty shoe box.

“So sorry for making you dump your drink on me, I'll do better next time.” You roll your eyes.

Schlatt drops the box onto his bed, then suddenly pinches you between his thumb and index finger in order to lift you and place you on his pillow. Your heart drops to your feet and you gasp. You don't usually mind, as it makes things quicker, but he enjoys catching you off guard with it as much as he can. As expected, he's trying to suppress a grin.

“Douchebag.”

As if on cue, he’s already pulled a box cutter from his bedside drawer and clicks it open, pointing it at you first. “Watch your mouth, bitch.” He grins and grabs the shoebox, sinking the blade into the side of it. You watch curiously as he works.

It doesn't take more than a few seconds before he turns the box to show you what seems to be a you-sized doorway carved into the side. He looks proud. “So that the cats can't get to you.”

You smile sleepily. “Good thinking… thank you.”

“Alright, let's get you some rest, huh?” Schlatt takes a moment to look around the room for something to use as bedding, and spots a clean washcloth. He grabs it, folds it in half twice, and opens the shoebox to place it in the corner before turning to scoop you up from his pillow. “I swear I'll work on a better setup, but it'll do for now, eh?” He allows you to scoot off of his hand on your own this time.

When you lay down on the cloth, you can't help but notice how this is already far better than your matchbox setup inside the walls, padded with tissue that you did your best to replace once a month. It must be evident on your face, because Schlatt chuckles and places the lid back on the box.

“I'll take that as a yes.” His voice may be muffled by the box, but it's still all enveloping. “If you want the lid off during the night I can keep the cats out of the room, but only because you're sick. Don't start thinkin’ you're above Jambo, pipsqueak.”

“I would never.” You're already drifting off, sprawled out across the soft, plush cloth.

You can hear him smiling as he speaks, walking out of the room. “Sweet dreams, idiot.”

[ohbabydollie]

Mmmm, perverted unpaid intern!schlatt..... yummy plz....

pls he was so yummy in unpaid intern, im going feral

let’s say you were ludwig’s assistant, dressed in a little pencil skirt and tight button up.

schlatt watched when you would walk over with a slight bounce in your step, little notebook in hand and smiling softly. when you look over to schlatt and offer him a shy wave and smile. he can’t help but start imagining you in different ways.

he starts wondering if you’ll offer him the same cute smile if he asks you to go through his desk drawers for that damn flashlight he has.

if your tits always jiggle like that when you happily get ludwig his redbull and let him know the meetings he has to attend.

these thoughts go through his head all day and everytime he sees you. they go on until the end of the day, that’s when he realizes he has you alone, all to himself with no supervision or anyone to interfere.

the thought alone has him starting to feel dazed as he calls you over and you come bouncing innocently over, tits and ass jiggling with the same smile you had before.

“yes Mr. Schlatt?” you ask politely

“no, no, Mr. Schlatt is my father, please call me Jay” he says with a charming smile “Speakin’ of my father, y’know he owns part of the company?” schlatt asks you

“oh really? that’s very nice, um, Jay” you say softly

“yeah, it is isn’t it?” he says almost innocently “it’s real nice, especially when i feel like an employee isn’t doing their job just right, i can get them fired” he chuckles making you laugh nervously in return

“so, i’ve noticed that you work really well, really really well” Schlatt’s right hand goes up to the top of your head and runs, stopping at the bottom of your head “you take orders, do your job, make sure Ludwig is doing his job, you’re great..”

“t-thank y-” “i wasn’t finished” he states twirling the ends of your hair between his middle and forefinger

“you’re so pretty..It would be a shame if someone told my father you weren’t doing your job adequately. If someone believed for a minute that you do good, but were wasting company resources on something a computer could do”

“w-what?” you ask almost stumbling back in shock “you wouldn’t!”

“oh but i could” his eyes linger on the end of your skirt before returning to your eyes “it wouldn’t be hard, a little text can have your career over by” he looks at his watch “4:15…unless..”

“unless what?” you ask worriedly, not wanting to lose your job

“unless you can prove yourself useful to me” he advised with a grin “it’s 3:45 right now, i suggest you bend over right now if you wanna continue being employed that badly”

That’s how you find yourself in this position, bent over his desk, a few buttons ripped off your shirt causing your tits to spill out and rub against his desk. Most of the items that would be on top of his desk are all over the ground in front of you and your brand new tights are now no longer wearable. Your skirt too, it’s being ruined by your wetness running down your thighs as Schlatt sets a brutal pace making you come undone.

his hands are digging into your hips, you try to bite into the arm of your shirt to hold back moans but schlatt removes one hand off your hip and pulls your head back by the hair.

“don’t try to hide those precious sounds from me princess” he growls as you let out a moan

“yessir!” you moan out while schlatt tugs in your hair, pulling you closer and causing you to arch your back against him “f-fuck!”

“shit princess, you’re squeezin’ me like crazy” he says going harder causing you to get louder

“gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum!!” you cry as he purposely goes deeper with a grin.

“yeah? you’re gonna cum all ‘round my cock like the slut ya are? yeah?” he groans into your ear while hitting your g-spot causing you to see stars.

“yes! yes! gonna cum all around your cock! fuck! please” you beg “make me cum please, please!”

Schlatt smiles bringing a hand up to your neck, squeezing softly as your mind goes blank with pure pleasure. Schlatt releases his load inside you with a soft groan and pulls out softy, sitting down and letting you sit on his leg until you’re able to collect yourself.

He pressed a kiss to your temple “did, so good for me” he says softly, letting out a soft yawn “now go get me some coffee” he says as you nod, getting up with wobbly legs and walking to the break room as cum starts to drip down your thighs.

maybe you do get to keep your job, at least for now.

hope i did good nonnie >_<

[jshattmypants]

ted with some sweet praise while fucking you slow mayhaps?

thank you!!

-🌟

yes yes yes!!!!! i went a little crazy at the end oops!

nsfw mdni!!

ted pumped in and out of you at a gruelingly slow pace, his thick cock hitting your g spot every time (as it always does.)

the little moans that came out of his mouth just made you more needy for him to go faster but he refused.

“teddy please go faster”

“nope. you’ve gotta sit like a good girl and take it slow for me love.” he let out another moan in sync with you, still going so slow and letting out soft praises

“such a good girl-mhmmmfuck”

“your pussy is so good baby god fuck.”

“mhm just like that baby just look at my face while i fuck your perfect pussy”

your stomach grew tighter in warmer knots with every word of praise ted uttered out of his sickly sweet lips.

“oh fuck ted- mmmhm i’m coming”

you uttered as you felt yourself coming to an orgasm when ted pulls out abruptly and looks at you.

“you really thought i was going to let you cum? you’re very funny, y/n”

you pouted and looked at him sadly.

“you’ve gotta earn that orgasm lovely. now get up and bend over my desk.” he ordered.

you obliged, obviously, and got up and bent over his desk, your legs shaking.

he turned on his computer, opened discord, and called schlatt and looked into his webcam, only your ass was showing over his tall body behind you, gripping your hips.

as schlatt answered, ted and schlatt both started laughing as they had planned this earlier, since schlatt was in texas.

ted rammed back into you, a loud moan escaped your lips as you looked at the screen and schlatt, who’s left hand was moving at a fast pace up and down under his desk.

ted continued to ram into you, a gasp escaping once or twice from his lips.

he finally let you unravel on his cock, your shaking moans and his hands still gripping your hips as schlatt looked on his monitor at this glorious scene.

schlatt tipped his head back, listening to your moans, as he came and you saw his cum shoot up his black t-shirt.

ted finally moaned out “fuck i’m cumming doll” as he pulled out and came on your ass.

it took a minute to recuperate after all of that, but once you did, you un-bent over ted’s desk, smiled and waved goodbye at schlatt, and walked out of ted’s office, a smile painted from ear to ear on your fucked out face.

[blushk1tten]

12 days of kinkmas 2024 ꨄ day 1

it came without ribbons (bondage)

you shuddered pleasantly as the soft, velvety ribbon that typically adorned your presents wrapped around your wrists, schlatt using the ribbon to move them over your head, then behind your back. it made him chuckle, and look down at you with a small smirk. “enjoying it already?”

your cheeks grew warm, and you nodded. the idea to use ribbons in this way came to you after reading a particularly spicy scene in a holiday book. you had been nervous to ask schlatt, but it didn’t take much convincing for him to agree. in fact, you suspected he was thrilled, and would guess that he had been researching the past few days.

he confirmed your suspicions when he began to murmur the steps under his breath, still handling the ribbon and you with delicate precision. you couldn’t help but tease him a bit. “don’t slip up.”

in response, schlatt hooked the ribbon and tightened it, finishing up the bit just under your breasts. however, it also tightened the ribbon gently brushing up your spine that kept your wrists tied together. at the firm feeling, you couldn’t help the soft whine that escaped your mouth. schlatt chuckled again, securing the knot. “what was that, toots?”

this time, you stayed quiet. it didn’t help you any though, with schlatt moving on to tying the ribbon above your breasts. the gentle, soft brush of the ribbon against your skin sent tingles down your spine, and when the ribbon gently tightened, the feeling only increased. your breasts were now firmly yet carefully secured between the ribbon, looking just like a present.

schlatt seemed to agree as he moved back in front of you, “i think this is the best present i’m getting all year.” he grinned, reaching out to pinch one of your nipples between his large, warm fingers.

“jay!” you squeaked, unable to do anything with your hands secured. not that you minded; you loved when schlatt played with your nipples, and he knew it too.

“yeah, toots?” he sat down on the bed and pulled you into his lap, now gently circling your nipples.

you couldn’t help but whine again, though it turned into a gasp when he replaced his fingers with his mouth, sucking at and nipping your breasts. meanwhile, his fingers moved down to your bare pussy, feeling the slick already gathering, “i want your fingers.” you begged as he traced your entrance.

he pulled off of your breast and chuckled. “you’re gonna have t’ be more specific.”

“schlatt!”

he chuckled again, but gave in. “okay, okay. calm down.”

with that, he carefully pushed two fingers in. the gentle stretch was familiar and welcome, especially as schlatt began to thrust his fingers in and out. his fingers were crooked slightly as well, searching for your g-spot. you were completely at his mercy due to the ribbons securing you.

a gasp escaped you as he finally found your g-spot, and you arched your back slightly. the ribbons tightened against you momentarily, forcing your breasts outward even more and catching schlatt’s attention. “shit, toots. you look so fuckin’ pretty.”

he picked up the speed of his fingers, and began to use his thumb to rub your clit. that had you tugging again, this time tightening the ribbon around your wrists. you wanted to touch him so badly, to cling to him as you came on his fingers. instead, you opted for riding his fingers, moving in one of the only ways you could.

between that, his battering of your g-spot and the attention he was giving your clit, you were close. he knew it too, a pleased smirk on his face as he watched you fall apart.

“jay, ‘m close.”

he grinned, eyes sparkling mischievously as he watched you. “yeah? you gonna cum on my fingers while you’re all tied up like a good girl?”

you nodded, riding his fingers with more fervor now and begging. “please jay. so close!”

schlatt knew just what would push you over the edge, and added a third finger. the stretch was amazing, and the additional finger added more pressure to you g-spot. it only took a few more bucks of your hips and thrusts from schlatt to have you coming all over his fingers.

as you rode out your orgasm, you continued to gently ride his fingers. your body arched, so all of the ribbons tightened against your wrists and chests. the added pressure made your head go fuzzy, and by the time you came back to it, schlatt was gently removing his fingers from inside of you and laying you down on the bed.

“you did so good f’ me, toots,” he smiled, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking your cum off of them. “you always taste so sweet.”

you returned the smile, shivering slightly as he began to undo the ribbons. “happy holidays to us.”

schlatt chuckled. “yeah, yeah. happy holidays to us.”

[cathers-world]

PREFERABLEY ALL SCHLATT CUZ BIG FELLA IS A CUTIE XX

https://twitter.com/DaddyyRough/status/1673286778432761859?t=QIKHQ8GmHSU2rm1puC3O2w&s=19

https://twitter.com/18SexualFun/status/1653746478660157448?t=z61WDg67iXhUQD0YtPVusQ&s=19

https://twitter.com/SensuaIslut/status/1665796758620839938?t=5xWXMRoJ7dLFvpWQJKHXXg&s=19

https://twitter.com/TheExotticOne/status/1677416747991793664?t=dl9g3AmgipEql8Oa1SyMbg&s=19

https://twitter.com/dfs_813/status/1689142007082405888?t=OloksWMTq_-26zk58EPQ-g&s=19

https://x.com/perfectgoonerx/status/1702103112658440244?t=gkZo-7amkzrPL8TwV3pzPQ&s=09

https://x.com/perfectgoonerx/status/1715488063923933405?t=hUYUdkKMGinygAwgxw8mhw&s=09

https://twitter.com/perfectgoonerx/status/1703190276335153265?t=xSovAMdso-vN6sGffsOvaQ&s=19

https://twitter.com/perfectgoonerx/status/1701739969671495746?t=J4KTGyItij6rLaEFuzRfow&s=19

https://twitter.com/perfectgoonerx/status/1698541420385120464?t=9kQeOdNBRVW3oBSJAXg9lg&s=19

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e4b221c218bd

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(girl for this one I thought imagibe being on the machine team, him eyeing u up the entire time then when people start to mix into fuckin he sets in nd goes straight to you)

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https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph639e3113a3763&pkey=

(A NO.1 FAV‼️‼️)

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph62ba08ee23abb&pkey=

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=6400105b83a1f&pkey=

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https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f803b6764c1a&pkey=

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5da68c39a2d43&pkey=

(love love love this one)

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(cuties but there's no sound 🤬🤬)

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https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=648288b232ee0&pkey=

(there's so much faffing about and I HATE anal bit military schlatt.🙏🙏)

IF THERES MORE GOOD ONES ILL SEND EM THROUGH DOLL

🩷🎀

WOOF WOOF WOOF

[brick-a-doodle-do]

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my turn !!

(nqviiez -> brick-a-doodle-do)

[ my ao3 // taglist request ]

/// i am brick. a very sentient brick. perhaps an ickadodo even. she/her pronouns with no label on my sexuality (prolly greyromantic) !! i also write. a lot. but despite this it is very hard for me to be able to finish a full fic. i have a creative mind and a piss-poor attention span and the two do not mix ,,,,,

g/t and vore (sometimes; sfw) are my bitches. sprinkle it with angst? my cup of tea! if you don't like any of that, you're still welcome here but just be mindful of my interests!

pretty fluid with the people that interact with me, but if you are a nsfw-specific account dni as i am a minor :) also basic criteria such as people supporting racism, homophobia, etc., please dni!

also fyi please tag me in things you want me to see! my tumblr notifications are off and usually i only go blog-surfing every once in a while and rely on my dash so i don't get notified for a lot of stuff until quite a bit later! :)

NOW, into the funner stuff! (lots under cut)

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big aus !!

something's brewing ;; tagged #something's brewing au, #curiosity killed the cat

what is it?: an au where an over-curious tommy stumbles into the house of a giant wilbur, who immediately captures him into a jar. who's in it?: crimeboys centric. that will change. have i written for this?: yes! i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi (vore) + voreshot

wilbur chocolate ;; tagged #wilbur chocolate au

what is it?: an au where tommy, a human, is living in new york for the month on vacation and buys a bag of wilbur chocolates. to his surprise, when he opens it, he finds a tiny wilbur! who's in it?: the au focuses on crimeboys but will eventually introduce emduo! have i written for this?: yes! part 1, part 2, and part 3 any worldbuilding?: masterpost!

tiny workers ;; tagged #tiny workers au

what is it?: an au set in a size-difference themed theme park, where it explores the interactions between the borrower staff members and the surrounding humans who's in it?: the au focuses around sbi and dtqk most often, but the entirety of the dream smp + other ccs and people are featured! have i written for this?: yes! chapter one, x, x any worldbuilding?: yes! so much! the masterpost is here

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random ideas !!

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other fics !! (unmentioned ones)

oneshots !

dream smp

company and repairs i ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros company and repairs ii ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros

ghosts are better than humans ;; t!tommy, g!ghostbur ;; a gift

2022 summer exchange ;; t!george, t!karlnapity, g!dream ;; a gift

spy au: unofficial prologue ;; t!george, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

i'll run away and hide with you ;; t!tommy, g!phil

never fucking again ;; t!tommy, g!sapnap

oh george~ ;; t!george, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

meeting boo ;; t!tubbo, g!ranboo

don't fall ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au/fanfiction of fanfiction

the act of making noise (i) ;; t!tommy, t!techno, g!ranboo, g!wilbur

heavy is the head that gets no sleep ;; t!tommy, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

2022 secret santa ;; t!sam, g/mg!dream ;; a gift

hush ;; sizeshifter!tommy, g!wilbur, implied g!phil

still the wild winds blow ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

we will abide ;; t!karlity, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore

feeble disguise ;; t!clingyduo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

would you be so kind? ;; t!tommy, g!ghostbur

joy ride ;; t!wilbur, g!quackity, g!schlatt

off switch ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au!

april prompt ;; t!tommy, no defined g!

shroud, you...savior? ;; t!wilbur, g!tommy ;; rewritten/updated fic

close the windows, lock the doors ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo

you live life above me ;; t!sapnap, g!dream ;; short prompt series!

blinded by imperfect form ;; t!tommy, g!techno ;; short prompts series!

i'll be unclean, i'll be obscene ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series!

don't talk so much ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series! ;; tiny workers au

days of which you can't make me hate ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; tiny workers au

but the smoke clears when you're around ;; t!techno, g!dream

the feeling comes so quickly ;; t!ranboo, g!techno, (brief) g!wilbur

my fingers pressed until they're sore ;; t!dream, g!sapnap ;; short prompt series!

and though it's no improvement ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

agony drips from me ;; t!micheal, t!tubbo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

digestion ;; t!george, g!dream ;; short prompt series

every day's a test ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series/april prompts

you're stuck in the web ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

watcher

mere monstrosity ;; t!shane, g!ryan

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submitted through other blogs !

shroud, you...savior? ;; t!wilbur, g!tommy

the little things: written ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au

unnamed ;; t!karl, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore

unnamed ;; t!tubbo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

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other stuff !!

my art !

tightrope ;; t!wilbur, no defined g!

hamster wheel ;; t!wilbur, implied g!tommy

au hint ;; implied t!george, implied g!dream ;; barely art

paperclips from 1970 doodle ;; t!george, implied g!dream

more pf1970 doodles ;; t!george, implied g!dream

tw!tommy doodle ;; t!tommy

tinies & fruit ;; t!tommy, t!quackity, t!wilbur, implied g!tommy

fic scene ;; t!tommy, implied g!wilbur ;; fic link

broodles ;; implied t!ranboo, unmentioned t!tommy and g!wilbur, personal lore implied g!quackity and t!wilbur

irza attempt ;; not my au!

hittin' a jig ;; t!tommy, implied g!wilbur

sleeping (they hate each other) ;; t!tommy, g!techno

unwilling prey + nomf ;; t!techno, g!dream ;; ⚠️ implied/eventual vore

grabbing ;; t!dream, implied g!wilbur

homemade sweaters ;; t!quackity, t!niki, t!sapnap, t!george, t!ponk, t!tommy, t!sam, t!wilbur, g!dream

logsted painting

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fanart ! (if i am missing any PLEASE tell me pspspsps)

company and repairs scene ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros ;; (@.oh-i-need-a-name)

curiositybur ;; t!wilbur, implied g!tommy ;; (@.local-squishmallow)

fic-turned-comic ;; t!karl, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore ;; (@.local-squishmallow)

close the windows fanart ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo ;; (@.justarandomsloth)

more ctwltd fanart ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo ;; (@.justarandomsloth)

tiny workers fanart ;; t!tommy, no defined g! (@.justarandomsloth)

c!brick fanart ;; (@.da3dm) ;; + additional accessory

more c!brick fanart ;; (@.beckyu)

pixie dust and mischief fanart ;; t!tommy (@.smiles-for-anon)

my secret santa 2023! ;; g!wilbur, t!tommy (x-monochrome-x)

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have a brick for making it to the bottom 🧱

[antimony-medusa]

Fic Recs June '23

What did I read this month? Let me tell you, Hurt Comfort exchange finally released, and also I'm halfway through reading Extreme Timed Challenge exchange, and there have been some BANGERS. Not entirely DSMP, even though I am Still That Way, but yeah, it's still a lot of Emduo. I Am Who I Am.

The Fics - All One-shots this time!

One Fish, Two Fish by ssootsprite Fandom: Stardew Valley (Video Game) Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Grandpa/Willy (Stardew Valley), Lewis & Willy (Stardew Valley) Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Pre-Canon, Friends to Lovers, Queer Themes, Asian Character(s), set vaguely somewhere between modern day 1980s and laura ingalls sorry bout that, and the crack treated seriously is cus this is kind of a crack ship but i treated it Quite seriously Length: 1/1 chapters 3,141 words.

Willy, the fisherman, gets to know the new Farmer in town. They become friends. They become— more? Absolutely adorable little blossoming of romance. This was being recced as countryboy4countryboy and it is that and it's so good.

the DSMP let loose on the internet by impravidus Fandom: DSMP Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: Social Media, Crossover, Crack, Humour Length: 1/1 chapters 3,056 words.

A glimpse at all the DSMP character internet presences. Techno runs a potato rating channel. There's people sharing the details of the fact that BBH killed his husband in the comments of his outfit channel. It's very funny.

the beehive state by amaranthinecanicular Fandom: DSMP Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant, POV 2nd Person, they're having a hard time but they're trying, the wonders of Utah help, takes place between Boundless Sands and the finale, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, they are brothers your honor Length: 1/1 chapters 3,980 words.

Okay, before you get scared off by second person, this is just immaculate. The voice is pristine, the relationships are devastating, I read it while being the :wails: emoji the whole time. Tommy shows up and demands Wil show him around, and then they are abrasive brothers, and just, UGH I'm not even a crimeboys but this is so perfect.

here’s to this, get used to it. by hoorayy Fandom: DSMP Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Alexis | Quackity & Jschlatt & Toby Smith | Tubbo Tags: Manberg | Manburg on Dream Team SMP (Video Blogging RPF), Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Toby Smith | Tubbo-centric Length: 1/1 chapters 1,171 words.

Just a perfect little slice of Manberg tensions, when Quackity discovers Tubbo sneaking back in, and uuuuuuggggghhhhhhh taking care of each other in a shit situation while being abraisve as hell. Neither of these men are good at emotions. Everything sucks. Schlatt is laying over the conversation like an opressive force. It's so good.

hearth by fensandmarshes Fandom: DSMP Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Niki Nihachu & Philza & Ranboo & Technoblade (Dream SMP) Tags: Found Family, Fluff, ambiguously canon setting? but without the canon ending? idk man, au - the version of canon that lives in my head, love languages go brrrr Length: 1/1 chapters 3,754 words.

The Syndicate, and love languages, and what they are to each other, in four parts, and :wails:. They CARE. Little tiny character studies reflecting on their relationships. I love them.

shall we rise to the occasion by Odaigahara  Fandom: DSMP Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Alternate Universe - Steampunk, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Champion of the Blood God Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Androids, Blood Magic, First Meetings, Developing Friendships Length: 1/1 chapters 2,830 words.

Death Angel Phil finds broken down Automaton Technoblade (He runs on blood!) and gets him running again. Oh my GOD the worldbuilding crammed into this one. Phil is a black hole in the universe! Beetles pray to gods of endurance! Religious wars! They banter and friendship! They're probably the final boss of somebody's D&D campaign because my god these guys are gonna do DAMAGE to the world. I love it.

Of a Different Color by Rhizophora Fandom: Howl Series - Diana Wynne Jones Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Sophie Hatter/Howl Pendragon Tags: Domestic Fluff, pregnancy fluff Length: 1/1 chapters 1,272 words.

Just adorable Howl's Moving Castle fluff when Sophie was expecting, with excellent Sophie and Howl voice. Howl is stressing out the whole time. Sophie's like "i'm a powerful witch and fine actually". Howl dyes his eyebrow orange.

a falling axe, a sharpened knife by sesquidpedalian  Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood & ZombieCleo Tags: scott exists only as a distinct absence, Telepathic Bond, Relationship Study, Late Night Conversations, Season: Double Life, Season: Limited Life Length: 1/1 chapters 2,081 words.

Incisive and magnetic character study on Martyn and Cleo and how they orbit each other and Scott, across two series. It's just, Oof. It's good.

Moonlit and Mending by InsomniWillow   Fandom: QSMP Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Rafael Lange | Cellbit/Roier Tags: Werewolf Roier, Vampire Cellbit, Post-Rescue, Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Fluff, Alcohol, Late Night Conversations Length: 1/1 chapters 2,254 words.

monster4monster spiderbit late night conversations! It's so fluffy and comforting, after cellbit's kidnapping! Cellbit makes this spicy alcohol hot brazilian drink that I want to drink SO Much.

hey siri how do i tell my sister i was bit by a really weird dog and now i’m turning into a monster by hoorayy Fandom: Original Work Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Recently Turned Werewolf & Their Sister Helping Them Hide Their Secret Tags: Siblings, Protective Siblings, Werewolves, big families Length: 1/1 chapters 1,412 words.

So hoorayy is really good at taking single slice scenes and putting a whole story in them, and that absolutely happens here. Such good big family, and elder sister dynamics. I love them. I belive in the sibling dynamics here entirely.

improvised problems by hoorayy Fandom: DSMP Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot Tags: Queerplatonic Relationships, Aromantic Alexis | Quackity, Las Nevadas on Dream SMP (Video Blogging RPF), Implied Sexual Content, Kissing, thumbs up emoji, Alexis | Quackity-centric Length: 1/1 chapters 2,810 words.

[Leans close to the mic.] AROMANTIC QPR TNTDUO. AND THEY KISS. I'm taking this one as relationship canon, it's fine.

Maybe This Time I Won't Wake From The Dream by juliana677 Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Bodyswap--character's hidden or downplayed pain/illness is discovered because of bodyswap, Bodyswap Length: 1/1 chapters 3,293 words.

Techno and Phil wake up in each other's bodies and then goes "you live like this? Unacceptable", and proceeds to try to help each other with chronic pain. Also Phil (in Techno's body) repeatedly walks into the doorframe.

The Longevity Clause by MissyColorful Fandom: SMPEarth Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Caring for a character's injured wings, Solitary Confinement, Aftermath of Solitary Confinement, Badass in Distress, BAMF Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Angst Length: 1/1 chapters 12,838 words.

WHUMP THAT BIRD. Phil gets kidnapped and is extremely bitey about it, but it's taking so long for Techno to rescue him, does he even care? (Techno is panicking trying to find him, but he can't FIND him.)

move your feet from hot pavement by Odaigahara Fandom: SMPEarth, DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Antarctic Emperor Phil Watson | Philza, General Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Developing Friendships, Misunderstandings, Prisoner of War, Injury, Angst with a Happy Ending Length: 1/1 chapters 2,795 words.

Ooooo I loved this one. Techno is part of the surrendering force to the Antarctic Empire, and he thinks he's going to be executed, and he's trying to remain upbeat about it, but y'know, the blood loss. And the impending execution. Extremely good emduo bonding moments.

filling up the emptiness by PolynomialPandemic Fandom: The Queen's Thief - Megan Whalen Turner Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Attolia | Irene/Eugenides Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Torture, Wound Tending, they trust each other so much ur honor, Aftermath of Torture Length: 1/1 chapters 1,211 words.

Irene takes care of Gen after a kidnapping! :sobs: They care so much.

a token for a ravager by loyalcrowlist Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Gladiators, compelled to follow orders, Gestures of Affection After Gladiator Fights Length: 1/1 chapters 3,895 words.

GLADIATOR EMDUO. And they have to fight each other. :sobs:. (My pitches for these are becoming less and less sensible, but *points* look at it. Gladiator Emduo. Techno gets told he has to beat up Phil or someone else will do it. These boys be hurting.)

tasting snowcones by mothandflame Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Pining, Oblivious Wilbur Soot, Friends to Lovers, Crushes, First Kiss, Summer Romance, Fluff Length: 1/1 chapters 3,737 words.

OOOOOOO It's cute. A first kiss in the summer. These boys are pining.

swimming out beyond the breakers by Odaigahara Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson Tags: Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Avian Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Avian TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Rescue, First Meetings, Sharks, Happy Ending Length: 1/1 chapters 3,580 words.

Shark mermaid Techno with just a TOUCH of body horror, and lots of fun. Tommy is a seagull! Wilbur is a grad student! Techno gets offered a phone and tries to bite it! I love them all so much!

[quotemenevervore]

The long awaited Eggpire fic is finally done : )

Content warnings: soft, safe, g/t vore, panic, fear, crying, character believing they’re in danger, mentions of violence/death, mentions of schlatt

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“Bad, this is going too far. Even you have to admit that.” Skeppy stood firm against the glare the demon fixed him with. “What do you mean?” “You- the red banquet? Trying to murder everyone? That’s too far.” “They threatened us. What else was I to do but make an example?” “Bad. You’re talking about people’s fucking lives!” “Language- And they threatened us! They killed Antfrost!” “After you killed Foolish! All over this stupid egg!” “It is not stupid!” “Come on, Bad! You’re gonna put this egg ideology over the lives of your friends?”

Bad stopped, thinking over his response, but Skeppy didn’t want to hear it. When he heard what had happened, he couldn’t fathom what had happened to his friend. Bad had never been this hostile before, and now he didn’t even care that he was murdering people. He wasn’t going to keep trying to pull him out of this mindset when he obviously didn’t want to leave it. He moved towards the door, not missing the sudden raise in Bad’s voice.

“Where are you going!?” “I’m done, Bad. I’m not doing this anymore. You obviously care for this egg more than you care for your friends, and I’m not waiting to be the next person killed.” “What- you can’t leave! Skeppy, I’d never threaten you!” His demeanor changed in a snap, and he crossed the room to try and stop the gem golem. “No, Bad. If you refuse to change, I can’t just stand by anymore. I’m not gonna sit by and just excuse you hurting people.”

Bad was barely paying attention, mind running a million miles a second. But.. the egg promised! The egg promised that Skeppy wouldn’t be taken from me? Why is he leaving? He can’t.. he can’t! “No! You can’t leave.” He slammed the door shut, standing between the wood and his friend. His closest friend, who he didn’t even notice backing away as a wary look came to his face. “Bad.. you can’t trap me here.” “But you can’t leave! Skeppy, please-“ “Bad, I’m not standing by and letting you hurt people. Let me out, or I’m breaking the window.” “No.. no! You’re not leaving!” Skeppy backed up further, looking for the closest window and trying to hide his panic. He needed to go get help, he needed to get away before-

Glass shattered at his feet, and Skeppy didn’t even get the chance to see what potion it was before it took effect, his fear only making the vertigo worse as he fell to his knees. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, unable to keep his eyes open as everything began to spin. The last thing he heard as his mind darkened was Bad sighing heavily, louder than before. “I didn’t want to do this, Skeppy. You pushed me to do this.”

When he woke up, he was somewhere warm, which immediately set off his red flags. His eyes snapped open and confirmed his fear: Bad was holding him. Bad shrunk him, and held him with both hands, the same gentleness he was used to present. But it meant nothing to him now. All he could think of was Bad’s intentions. “Bad, what are you going to do to me?” He didn’t bother sitting up, trying to meet the demon’s gaze. But the white eyes wouldn’t stay focused on his own, it seemed that guilt was starting to settle in. “I can’t let you leave me.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” Skeppy stated nervously, pulling himself to a sitting position. He wanted to be ready to jump if he had to. He prayed it wouldn’t come to that point, but his friend had turned himself into a broken record and he wasn’t trusting anything that came out of his mouth.

“I’m not going to let you leave me.” “Bad..” agitation built up, mixing with his nerves and creating a whirlwind that made his veins ice and his heart race. It only grew worse as he was lifted above his friend’s face, staring down into the large maw below. He… wasn’t serious, was he? Apparently he was, because before he could even open his mouth, he was dropped in. Instantly, he began to struggle against the steep incline, risking grabbing at the other’s fangs to get leverage. “Don’t do this, Bad!” Normally, the gem wouldn’t be so concerned, it was far from the first time he’d been stored by the demon. But.. with the way he was talking, and the lack of morals the man had been showing lately… he wasn’t so sure this time.

Alas, gravity was not his friend, and he slipped right back to the other’s throat and was swallowed quickly. His panic rose tenfold, and he thrashed wildly in the tight confines, desperation filling his every move. Even as he slipped further down, and into the other’s stomach, he still thrashed. “Let me out!” He hadn’t expected a reply. “No. You tried to leave. I’m not letting you leave me, Skeppy.” “Bad, you can’t keep me here..” “I didn’t want to do this. You gave me no choice.” “Bad-“ “No. I’m going to make sure you don’t leave me again, even if it’s by keeping you in there.” The brunette tried not to let his fear show, he really did. But.. he didn’t even know if Bad had stored him or if he was in his actual stomach, and the way he was talking was not giving him any idea where he was. He didn’t even realize he began to shake until something rubbed against him.

“Don’t be upset, Skeppy. I’m not going to hurt you.” Ignoring the larger’s words, he curled up. What else was he supposed to do? His communicator settled against his thigh, and he gasped. Well… there was something he could do..

~ ~ ~

Sapnap had Quackity pinned to the floor, laughing at the squirming avian beneath him. His face was flushed red, and his breathless gasps were interrupted by giggles as the fireborn’s hands skittered against his sides. “Stop- Sapnap!” He laughed, unable to buck the other off him. The only break he got was when the netherborn’s communicator rang out, and he sat back to retrieve it from his pocket. “Who-“ he cut off, residual giggles still escaping him. “Who is it?”

A frown settled onto Sapnap’s face. “Skeppy..” he answered. His adopted father hadn’t gotten in touch with him since Bad had started getting too involved with the egg thing, and Quackity shared Sapnap’s own views on the whole situation. Despite that, Skeppy didn’t normally call unless something was wrong. God, had he wished he was wrong.

“Skeppy?” “Sapnap, you have to help me.” The gem was quiet, voice hushed and shaking. It was so unlike him that it shifted the entire mood of the room, the fireborn getting up and heading to the door. “What happened?” “Bad, he ate me. I don’t know- I don’t know if he stored me, he won’t talk to me. All he keeps saying is I can’t leave him.” A shuddery sob came through the communicator, and it made him move faster, yanking the door open so harshly it creaked on its hinges. “Sapnap?” Quackity questioned, but his mind was focused entirely on his conversation at hand. “Is he at his home or yours?” “I think he’s still at the mansion, he won’t answer any of my questions otherwise. I don’t know his intentions-“ “I’m on my way. Just hang tight, I’ll get you out of there.” “I’m sorry-“ “Not your fault. I bet that stupid egg has to do with it.” He was already well on his way towards the prime path.

He didn’t get off the call until Skeppy admitted that knowing he was coming to save him comforted him enough to end the call. Only then did he register the second set of footsteps behind him, and he turned and saw Quackity trailing him. “Qua-“ “I don’t know what’s going on, but if that egg’s involved with it I am too.” “Bad has Skeppy trapped, won’t let him leave.” “Trapped how?” They were walking again, getting closer to the prime path. “He ate him. Skeppy can’t even tell me if he was stored or not, he’s shaken up pretty bad.” “For fucks sake. This is going too far, I don’t know how Bad doesn’t even realize how he’s ruining everything he claims he’s doing all this egg shit for to begin with.”

“I don’t know, Quackity. I don’t know.” His own thoughts were whirling, concern and worry and anger clouding his mind. He didn’t want to hurt Bad, he really didn’t. But… he wasn’t going to stand by and watch him hurt his stepdad. It should have never gotten to this point. He shouldn’t have let it get to this point. Exhaling deeply, he didn’t miss the smoke that filled the air. Quackity didn’t either, a frown tugging his lips further down. “Don’t blame yourself, Sap. Let’s just get this taken care of.” Stepping up to the front door, Quackity rolled his shoulders back before knocking loudly on the door.

“Bad? It’s Quackity. Just want to check in.” Sapnap had to admire how well he hid the anger he displayed not a moment before, sounding friendly and chipper. And it was that hidden anger, the fake positivity, that led to the door opening and Bad peering out. “Oh, hey Quackity, Sapnap. Do you guys wanna come in?” “Yeah, if you don’t mind.” The demon stepped aside, opening the door for the others to step in. Sapnap didn’t miss where his dad’s other hand lay, over his abdomen but high enough that his shoulders relaxed slightly. Thank Prime, he actually stored him. Bad led them to the couch, saying he’d be back with some drinks before walking towards the kitchen. “Did you see where his hand was?” Quackity whispered. “Over where our storage is. He stored him.” “Good. But how are we gonna get him out?” “Anyway we can.” Bad returned to the living room with some water, setting it on the coffee table in front of the two before he took a seat opposite them.

“So, how have you guys been?” “Pretty alright, Las Nevadas’ been keeping me busy and Karl’s doing okay right now. Sap?” “Yeah, Kinoko’s doing good. How have you and Skeppy been?” The demon visibly wilted at the mention of Skeppy, but Sapnap kept his expression casual, neutral. He had to. “We got into it a little bit ago, about some.. stuff.” “Sorry to hear that.” Quackity mumbled. “Is he still around?” “Oh, uh…” They knew they had him pinned, Bad couldn’t lie to save his life. Sapnap thought about starting the confrontation then and there, but Quackity’s hand tightening around his own stopped him. “He said he had to.. do some stuff.” “Right, yea. Stuff pertaining to the egg, maybe?” Both demon and son sucked in a harsh breath at the avian’s words. “No, you know he’s not a fan of it.” “Well, I can’t really think of anywhere else he’d be. This is his house, after all.” “I didn’t do anything to him. I don’t know what you’re trying to accuse me of-“ “Bad. We know the truth.” Sapnap finally stepped in, cutting the argument short.

A stunned silence filled the room, nobody knowing how to respond to the bombshell the fireborn just dropped. “..what?” “Skeppy called me. He told me everything. The fight, you storing him, you not even telling him he was stored- Bad, you made him think you were going to kill him.” “What!? No! I’d never hurt Skeppy-“ “But you have. You’re not even realizing your actions anymore, Bad. You’ve hurt him since the moment you let that egg overtake your life.” Quackity stopped him, standing up. His movements were slow, his body language neutral. “You’re hurting him now, by trapping him inside you and not letting him free. And for what? An egg that tells you what you wanna hear?”

“But…” Bad’s voice had quieted, becoming more vulnerable than either fiancé expected it to. “The egg promised me that Skeppy wouldn’t leave me..” “By trapping him?” Sapnap countered. “Bad. The egg is the reason Skeppy’s leaving you. If you really don’t wanna lose him, let him go. Stop the whole egg cult thing you have going on. If you can’t do that? You’re gonna lose everyone. Skeppy, me, Sapnap, everyone you care about. Don’t think I’ve forgotten the Red Banquet so quickly.”

Bad couldn’t help it. Tears began to stream down his face as he took in the avian’s words, hands starting to shake as he thought about everything he’d done thus far for the egg. Everyone he’d tricked, everyone he’d hurt. And for what? For the egg to not do what was promised. “Oh my gosh..” “You can fix this, Bad. We can help you. But you have to let us.” Stifling a sob, he looked up to Quackity first, then met Sapnap’s gaze. “What do I do?” “You let dad out.” The fireborn spoke softly, matching his fiancé’s tone. He nodded, pressing down harshly into his abdomen. Not a moment later and he gently spit the gem into his hand, only wanting to cry harder at the trembling form. “I’m sorry, Skeppy..” he went to dry him off with his sleeve, yanking his hand back when the other flinched away. Sapnap gently took him from Bad’s hands, drying him off himself.

“Bad.” Sapnap had to keep his resolve firm when he saw the demon’s face. He looked like someone had just kicked his dog out the window. “Skeppy’s gonna stay with me and Q for a while. He needs time to recover. I can’t tell you when- or if- he will forgive you. All we ask is that you don’t go back to the egg while we help him. Okay?” “Okay. I’m not going to go back to it. I’ll distance myself, I’ll go hide in the nether-“ “Just do whatever you need to. I’ll be back to check on you, okay?” Quackity rested a hand on his shoulder, giving him a soft smile. Bad couldn’t return it, but he nodded regardless. “I'm so sorry..” “We accept your apology. But give us some time to recover first, and we’ll see about forgiveness, okay?” “Okay..”

“Can you stay here, or do you need someone to stay with you? I think Dream’s free..” “I can- I can stay alone. I’ll stay at my house.” “Alright, I’ll see you after a while.” Bad nodded, seeing the other two- three out before closing the door himself, locking it so nobody could break in. His emotions finally got the better of him, and he fell to his knees, wrapping his arms tightly around himself. He prayed he hadn’t messed up so badly he lost everyone. He couldn’t handle it, being left alone with nobody all because of the egg controlling his mind.

But only time could tell. After he’d cried himself out, he got up, wiping the tears away, and started towards his own home. All he could do now is wait, and give them the space and time they needed. But one thing was certain for him: He is not going to let the egg get away with hurting anyone else.

~ ~ ~

Karl was pacing the floor when the trio returned to the home, picking at his nails and colors rapidly shifting in his eyes. When he noticed them, he had to stop himself from jumping into their arms. “Where have you guys been!” “Skeppy’s. We had to take care of the egg situation.” The brunette gasped, eyes shifting colors rapidly again before settling to his normal color. “What happened?” “Bad stored Skeppy, wouldn’t let him out. Skeppy’s staying with us for a while.” It was then that his gaze trailed down to his fiancé’s hand, and he nodded. “I’ll get a growth potion.”

Once the gem was grown back to his normal height, Karl ushered everyone to the dining room and dished up dinner, a simple meal of chicken Alfredo. Setting one in front of Skeppy, he wasn’t too surprised to see him push it away slightly. “Skeppy..” Sapnap started. Guilt and worry clouded the man’s eyes, and he pulled the plate back to him.

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it-

Scooping up a forkful of the pasta, he put it in his mouth and focused solely on chewing it. It could have been his body crushing under the- he slapped a hand over his mouth, shuddering at the image. “Skeppy?” Quackity looks worried, as well as Karl. The brunette was just about to open his mouth, tell Skeppy he didn’t have to eat tonight, but he shook his head, pulling his hand away. Forcing a few deep breaths through his nose, he swallowed the mouthful.

It’s him. He’s squirming and screaming and pleading, but Bad’s ignoring him, angry at him, he’s scared, he doesn't want to die-

He didn’t even know he’d started crying until Karl pulled his chair away from the table, plate having been shoved away so forcefully it flipped over. Sapnap was hot on the other’s heels, crouching down in front of him with borderline fear in his eyes. “Breathe, Skeppy. You gotta breathe.” Karl’s hands ran up and down his shoulders, starting to coach him through breathing exercises while Sapnap warmed his hands with his own. “I don’t- I can’t-“ “Skeppy, you’re at my house. He’s not here.” Quackity had started cleaning the table, smiling when he realized he’d caught the gem’s attention. “He’s not gonna get you here.” Hesitantly, he nodded, and Quackity waited until he looked back to his son to continue clearing the table. Karl regained his attention, walking him through more grounding exercises until Skeppy felt that he wasn’t still panicking.

With the adrenaline leaving his system, it flooded with guilt. He’d ruined their dinner, and he was already being a burden on them when they were changing their whole lives to account for him as well. “…I’m sorry, guys.” “It’s fine, dad.” Sapnap looked apprehensive, as if the title was too much. He made sure to smile at him, the grin becoming more genuine as his son’s shoulders slumped. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” “Yeah, how about we turn on a movie or something? Get our minds off tonight? Fundy helped me set up our TV.” Quackity strolled back into the dining room, shirt slightly wet from washing the dishes.

He nodded, eager to distract himself and the others, and Sapnap helped him up and walked with him to the couch. He sat at the end, wanting the fiancés to sit together and tried his best to pay attention to the film.

He was exhausted, to say the least. His body felt achy and sore from struggling, his mind completely overwhelmed and borderline shut off. He wanted so badly to sleep, to let his eyes close and rest up. Just as he’d managed to convince himself to shut his eyes, it happened. A character on the screen spoke to another one, told them that they weren’t letting them go. Skeppy was off the couch and halfway up the stairs to the guest room he was staying in before he even realized what was going on, and he tried to slam the door behind him only for it to get caught. Instead of the intruder coming in, they softly closed the door and leaned against it. “Skeppy, it’s Q. Is it okay for me to come in?”

He couldn’t answer, his mind was buzzing and every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, he needed to run, to hide, to do something..! “It’s okay, you don’t have to. But can you at least breathe with me?” The avian began counting up to seven, down from four, then up to seven again, instructing the gem to inhale and exhale to his counts. It was difficult, his brain kept getting tangled up with panic, but after the fifth time he’d finally managed to get the hold of it. Quackity walked him through the breathing exercise fifteen times before he felt comfortable enough to stop, waiting patiently for the other to get his thoughts together.

He hadn’t expected the door to open. He looked up to the man, offering a kind smile. “Doing better?” He nodded hesitantly, opening the door wider and stepping aside to let him in. The avian led him to the bed, sitting him down and sitting beside him with a wing draped around the gem’s shoulders. “I’m sorry, Quackity. I’m sorry to all of you, I know this is the last thing you all probably want to deal with and it’s stupid and it wasn’t even that big a deal-“

“Skeppy.” Quackity cut his rambling off, putting a hand on his other shoulder. His face was oddly stern, and nothing short of serious. “Something like this isn’t going to disappear overnight. You went through a really traumatic experience, you have to give yourself time to heal. Take it from me, I’ve been there twice now. And me, Karl and Sapnap are gonna be here every step of the way, okay?” “I..guess.” A pause, and then Quackity gained a certain look in his eyes.

“When I first started living with and dating Sap and Karl, after Schlatt, I thought I’d never recover. I flinched away from their touch, apologized every time I cut them off or said something they obviously didn’t like, I was just a husk.” Skeppy looked surprised, wary but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure where the other was going with it, but he wanted him to continue. “I was barely present, always overthinking my actions and words because I was scared to get hurt again. It took me a very long time to get over that. Hell, I’m still not over him. There’s times where hearing the word Pumpkin pushes me over the edge and I spiral. It was a lot of adjusting to each other, Sapnap and Karl forcing me out of my comfort zone at the time so that I knew it was okay to start being who I actually was, and.. here we are. It took us a long time to get to this point, several months, honestly. And I did the same thing you did, panicked over every little thing, and I felt horrible every single time. But those two never let me stay guilty for long.”

“I’m not saying it’ll take that long for you to recover, or that it’ll never happen, but you do have to forgive yourself for acting out in fear. We all do, and will every time something happens that makes you afraid. It’s not worth beating yourself up over every time it happens. We all know how that kind of shit works, we know you don’t mean to panic or seem disrespectful.” Skeppy had no words. He didn’t want to seem rude, like Q had mentioned, but he just had no words to everything he’d just been told. As he mulled over everything, Quackity patted his shoulder again. “Try to get some sleep, okay? We’ll be here if you need us.”

Skeppy nodded, ducking under the covers as Quackity took his leave, and soon after he discovered he could hear through the guest room walls. For better or for worse..

“Sapnap, how are we gonna get him to eat?” “Karl-“ Quackity started, but he stopped when Sapnap also began to speak. “I don’t know, but forcing him to isn’t gonna do anything but make him scared of us. He’s a gem golem, they don’t have to eat a whole lot anyway. It may be best if we just leave him be. He needs time to process and recover.”

Skeppy heard their conversation through the wall, sighing softly into the cover he had tucked under his chin. He didn’t mean to worry everyone, he just… he didn’t know what he wanted. Maybe he just wanted to be off grid for a while, but..

They had a point. He wouldn’t take care of himself if he was alone. Plus, Sapnap hadn’t yet calmed down. He’s known the fireborn long enough to know his tells, the flicking of his tail and shifting of his eyes, hiding his hands from everyone and not touching anything easily burnable. The only difference was when he forced himself calm to calm him. The best thing he could do is stay here, at least he knows they won’t ask him about Bad or try to send him back to him.

Maybe he should try to sleep, at least.

~ ~ ~

Karl made him a smoothie the next morning, believing it to be easier for him to drink than try to eat. Quackity had already left for Las Nevadas, and Sapnap was taking on his and Karl’s jobs for the day, therefore leaving the brunette and the gem golem alone.

“It’s okay if it still doesn’t work, I just want to try everything I can first..” he sat down at the table, working on a pancake of his own while Skeppy took the empty seat. “I appreciate it, Karl. Maybe it will work.” Karl offered an encouraging smile but didn’t push him to try it, simply eating his pancake and looking over his memory book. Between bites, he picked up a quill, dipping it into the ink pot and then writing a sentence.

“What is that?” Skeppy gave the smoothie a single sip, trying to distract himself so he could actually get it down. “It’s my memory book. I.. don’t think you’re aware, but my memory isn’t all there anymore, so I’ve been trying to keep a book so I can remind myself of events and people if I forget them.” “Oh. I’m sorry, Karl.” Despite that, Skeppy found himself wanting that ability. He just wanted to forget that yesterday happened at all.

“It’s alright. I’m just glad it hasn’t caused me to lose anyone yet. I know the gap between El Rapids and now was pretty rough for me to remember Quackity, but thankfully we were able to work through that.” He sighed, setting the quill down and taking another bite. “Yea, I get that.” He really didn’t, but he could imagine the argument that the fiancés must have had the night Quackity found out about Kinoko Kingdom, especially after what the avian told him last night. He was glad that they’d managed to work things out.

He hadn’t even realized he’d been drinking the smoothie until a loud noise startled both of them, the noise that usually came from trying to drink from an empty cup. He looked down, shocked at the fact that he hadn’t even realized he’d drunk the whole cup, and Karl’s eyes turned scarlet as a smile came to his face. “Oh, that’s great!” The gem chuckled, feeling a little better with something actually on his stomach. Better than the nausea he’d been battling thinking about eating solid food, at least.

Karl took his plate to the kitchen, grabbing the other’s cup and taking it with him. “Oh, wait, I can help-“ “You don’t have to, it’s okay! I got it.”

~ ~ ~

They continued like this for a month, the situation falling further to the back of his mind. He became excited with his own progress, from being able to sleep without nightmares, to being able to hear the demon’s name without panicking, to even being able to eat a whole meal without once getting sick or panicked.

Finally, the day came where he felt he would be okay on his own again. Sapnap walked him back to the mansion, an eye kept out for any glimpse of his other father. Though, nothing was out of the ordinary, except for the pile of letters sitting on the staircase. “What the..?” Skeppy knelt down, scooping them into his hands. There were quite a few from Bad, which he decided to look into later, but one stood out the most to him: The one from his rival, Technoblade.

Sapnap led him into the house, taking the letters from Bad and setting them on the table while he opened the remaining letter, reading it under his breath.

-Skeppy,

Normally I wouldn’t reach out like this, but I’ve visited twice already and you won’t open the door. It’s not like you to not reach out, usually you’ve got a prank or a troll up your sleeve for me if for nobody else. Just wanted to make sure the egg fanatic didn’t get you, respond if you receive this.

From, Technoblade.

He sighed, rereading the letter. “What does he want?” “He wanted to make sure I was still alive.” Sapnap snorted, patting him on the back. “Well, I’ll let you sort that out yourself. See ya around, Skeppy.” “You too, Sapnap.”

He waited until the other had left the mansion and was out of sight before he set the letter down, heading back out the door and towards the nether portal. He had a trip to make.

~ ~ ~

“Hey.” To say that Wilbur was surprised when he’d opened the door was an understatement, and normally he’d laugh at the shock but he wasn’t there for the brunette. “Hello?” “I came to talk to Techno.” Nothing more had to be said, as Wilbur stepped back from the door and held it open for him, closing it softly behind the gem. “I think he’s making tea, hang on.” He led the man to the sofa, letting him sit down while he went to the kitchen.

Techno came out of the kitchen a moment later, amusement turning the corners of his lips upwards. “Look who finally decided to reach out.” “Yea, well, you’ll understand why once you hear what happened.” Just like that, the smile faded, and Techno took a seat beside him. “Egg stuff?” “Yeah. I told Bad I didn’t want to be involved with him since he started believing it was okay to murder people over the egg bullshit, and his response was to tell me I couldn’t leave and forcibly shrinking and storing me. He didn’t even tell me that he was storing me, Techno. I thought I was going to die. I had to call my fucking son to come save me, you know how fucking bad things have to be for me to go that far?”

A growl had started reverberating through the piglin’s chest, and he reminded himself it was piglin nature. “So I’ve been at Sapnap’s place. I mean, I couldn’t even eat for the longest time because I just kept getting sick. I.. couldn’t stop imagining it being me.” It was a strange sense of dread and relief that kept him continuing to explain what he’d gone through the past five weeks.

“… and then I found your letter when Sapnap walked me home. So, I figured I owed you an explanation at least.”

Store him

Offer to store him

Comfort him

Kill the egg

Store him-

He shook his head, mentally berating Chat for pushing him to store the traumatized gem. “Tell me he finally gave up on the egg at least.” “I dunno. Quackity’s been keeping tabs on him, you’ll have to ask him. I’m not reaching out to him until I know for sure what’s going through his head again.” Techno nodded, giving the other a pat on his shoulder.

“For what it’s worth, you shouldn’t have had to go through that. We’re rivals, sure, but that doesn’t mean I wish actual harm on you.” “I mean, it wasn’t really-“ “You seem to underestimate how badly mental harm can affect a person.” Wilbur spoke from behind the couch, resting his arms over the top. “I mean, you know about what went down in L’Manburg.” “I… guess.”

Techno silenced chat again, eye twitching as he fought with their voices and his own instincts. “Well, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” “You kicking me out?” “I-“ “Well, I couldn’t call it kicking you out. More of a suggestion, though I will warn you that Techno seems to be having a hard time with his instincts right now.” the pinkette swung an arm over the couch, attempting to hit the avian as he dodged, snarling at him. “I can speak for myself, Wilbur.” “Mm. Wouldn’t be the first time I hung around someone instinct driven. But I’ll go ahead and leave, I think I’d like to have some alone time for a while.” “That’s fine. Stay safe, Skeppy.” “You too, Techno. Just you wait, I’ll have a troll ready in no time for you.” “You know how to reach me.” The easy grin on the piglin’s face eased a lot of Skeppy’s worries somehow, and he grinned back. “Of course.”

~ ~ ~

Twelve letters. That was the amount of letters that Bad left on his doorstep. After he made dinner, picked up, did literally anything he could to distract himself before his curiosity got the better of him and he finally sat down on the sofa, pulling the first one to him.

Skeppy,

Words cannot describe how sorry I am for everything that has happened between us thanks to this egg situation. I don’t expect forgiveness, I just want to reassure you that I’m not going to go back to it. I’m at the nether house, and I’ll stay here for a good while. You deserve space, and time to recover. And I understand if you decide you don’t want to be around me anymore.

-BadBoyHalo

Each letter after that was simply the other writing down his progress in separating from the egg, destroying the bond he had with it and working to get the others away from it’s control. Quackity was mentioned in those letters a lot, congratulating him on his own progress recovering as Quackity told it. The last letter expressed that he’d finally succeeded, once again expressing how sorry he was, and how he understood if Skeppy decided he never wanted to see him again.

The gem gave a long suffering sigh, rereading the final letter again and again until he finally came to a decision. Pulling out his communicator, he typed up a single message.

Bad, do you wanna come over and talk about what happened over some muffins?

It took less than a minute to get a reply.

I’ll be there whenever you want me there.

Now?

On my way! :)

[cyncerity]

sorry i don’t have anything that new or special for vore day, but i do have a scrapped concept alt story for the most recent Schlatt and Charlie fic!

this is heavily unedited and ends where I gave up and kinda restarted, but a lot is still the same so i’ll mark where it’s different with *** at the beginning and end for those who don’t feel like re-reading this whole thing again lol

happy vore day y’all!

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea.” “I know, but, c’mon…we have to tell him eventually.”

Charlie sat on Schlatt’s living room table, the human leaning his head on his palm to be at a closer level to the borrower he was talking to. This was the same conversation they’d been having on and off for months now: should Ted be let in on the secret that Charlie wasn’t human. Obviously, there was a clear answer for them: eventually. Now, when ‘eventually’ actually was…that was a different problem.

“Do I need to remind you what happened the first and only time you met him in person?” Schlatt asked, to which Charlie just groaned. “You have to bring up the fish thing every time, don’t you? Cause yeah, I remember almost drowning, thank you very much.” “It’s more so the principle that he would throw you out a fuckin window, but you get my point. He clearly doesn’t see you as a person.” As much as Schlatt always hated to think about that, it was something him and Ted could never agree on. Ted was of the opinion that borrowers were basically just bipedal rats, and nothing Schlatt had done to convince him otherwise had worked. “But what if I changed that?” Charlie challenged, standing to pace the space in front of Schlatt. “He knows me, he’s known me for years. We’re friends, fuck, I’d say the three of us are best friends! There’s no way he’d just forget all of that the second he sees what height I am, right?” He finished, looking up at Schlatt with something akin to fear. Like he wanted Schlatt to tell him he was right, that it would all work out. But he couldn’t, because didn’t have an answer to what Ted would do. Schlatt sighed. “Honestly, I don’t kn-“

The doorknob to the apartment shook. It was locked, Schlatt always locked it when it was just him in the apartment. Schlatt and Charlie froze. Was Quackity trying to get in? Cause he wasn’t supposed to be home for a good few more hours, hence the door being locked. They were both absolutely silent, waiting for any confirmation that it was their mutual friend, until they heard a few utterances of cursing from behind the locked door.

“God fucking damnit, where are the keys Schlatt gave me-“

Ted.

~~~

Shit, shit. Schlatt’s had totally forgotten he gave Ted a space pair of keys for when he was visiting. Fuck, fuck, what the fuck should he do with Charlie? He heard the key turn in the lock. All of the borrower tunnels were too far away for the remaining few seconds he had till Ted walked in. There’d be no disguising that he was talking to Charlie. Charlie, who was part of a species that Ted believed couldn’t talk. He wouldn’t be able to explain himself. He heard a creak as the door started to open. Did he have a pocket? Shit, no, he had a crew neck and the pockets on his jeans were too tight and small for Charlie to fit in. There was only one other option he could think of. Fuck. Charlie, like him, had been frozen from shock this whole time. That would probably make this easier. He quickly lowered himself down and tried to grab Charlie to shove him in his mouth. *** “Schlatt!” He heard Ted shout, and suddenly, without warning, Charlie moved. Frantically, almost blindly running at him with no warning and accidentally hitting his hand in the process, and everything went to shit. ***

~~~

Oh no. Speak of the devil. Ted. God dammit, why did he have to show up right when he and Schlatt were talking about him. And why did Schlatt even give him a spare key? He heard the key turn in the lock. Ok, fuck, how the fuck was he supposed to get out of this one? He didn’t have time to run, he wasn’t naive enough to believe that. And contrary to how often he joked about the window thing, it was actually a pretty horrifying experience that he would not like to relive.

He heard a creak as the door started to open.

Shit, what should he do? What could he do?! He was out in the open, nowhere to run and nowhere to hide unless Schlatt had pockets or- wait. Schlatt. Schlatt…himself could be a place to hide. He’d seen Tubbo do it, that had been a long fuckin conversation after walking in on that, but it was safe. Probably a hell of a lot safer than being anywhere near Ted. But was he really willing to end up down his best friends throat? “Schlatt!” He heard Ted shout and, apparently, he was.

***

He broke free from his panicked state and immediately sprinted towards Schlatt, planning to climb his shirt to his mouth and just hoping to god Schlatt would get the hint. However, he apparently hadn’t noticed that Schlatt had the same idea as him. “Schlatt?” Ted asked. Charlie ran full speed smack into Schlatt’s hand that had apparently been reaching to pick him up, practically flipping over it by accident and smacking sideways into Schlatt’s mouth but not quite at the right angle to fit in it.

The door clicked closed, Ted was in the room with them.

Schlatt barely caught him, but Charlie had barely realized he’d almost fallen, continuing to claw desperately towards his hiding spot. He was in full fight or flight mode now, and nothing was gonna break him out of it until he knew he was away from Ted. Schlatt used one hand to keep Charlie from falling and the other to try and shove however much of Charlie he could into his mouth.

“Are you ok, man?” Ted asked, coming closer.

After Schlatt finally managed to finally get some of Charlie in, Charlie triggered his gag reflex by accident, causing Schlatt to have to shove the rest of the borrower into his mouth despite being unable to breathe so that Ted wouldn’t see him, and Charlie to be sent down head first and still mostly dry.

***

~~~~~

“Schlatt!” Ted yelled, running over to see Schlatt holding his throat, unable to breathe. Oh thank god Schlatt had been facing away from the door throughout all of that. Ted went to wrap his arms around him to perform the heimlich, but Schlatt was thankfully aware enough to push him away at the last second. Unfortunately, that move sent Schlatt crashing into the floor. Ted rushed over again, worry plastered on his face as Schlatt held up a hand, signaling to stop. So, Ted did just that, running off to do god knows what. *** Schlatt, meanwhile, could feel Charlie get stuck just a short way before he stopped blocking his windpipe. Schlatt pushed at his throat, swallowing frantically, pounding at his chest, anything to get Charlie down faster. He didn’t realize just how much…bigger Charlie was than his son. Charlie was a grown man, and tall by borrower standards, too. Compare that to Tubbo who was short by all standards and Schlatt realized he may have bitten off more than he could chew. Charlie, to his credit, also seemed to be trying to help by attempting to squirm his way down. Schlatt’s doubted this was any more fun for the borrower than for him. The difference was that Charlie could breathe [probably] and Schlatt could not. Or, well, he hoped he could.

It was when Schlatt was starting to black out that Ted came back with a glass of water, not even giving Schlatt time to process it before forcefully opening his mouth and pouring it down his throat, giving Schlatt the ability to swallow Charlie down farther and finally unblock him from his windpipe. Schlatt fell to the ground again with a gasp, trying to drag as much air into his lungs as humanely possible. He placed a hand on his chest and finally, fucking finally, felt Charlie make his way closer towards the stomach. He dissolved into a coughing fit on the floor, Ted slowly lowering himself to sit next to him. Schlatt wasn’t even gonna try to explain anything to Ted yet, though. Not until Charlie ended up where he needed to be and he could stop worrying.

He did his best to keep a poker face while he felt a much heavier weight than usual drop into his stomach. He really hadn’t thought about how much bigger Charlie was than Tubbo, but it was more noticeable now than ever. He was expecting to feel Charlie sit up or reposition himself, but…nothing. Schlatt only had time to worry for a second before he was snapped out of his shock with a hand clap onto his shoulder, snapping his attention back to what was happening on the outside. *** “Schlatt, you with me, man?” “..Yeah! Yeah, I’m, uh, I’m fine.” Right, he had an act to put on for Ted. “What the fuck were you choking on?” “Oh nothing, so, what brings you here?” Schlatt asked, trying to redirect the conversation. He didn’t know what excuse he would use for that shit show if he needed one, but he doubted he’d be able to convincingly lie to Ted about it with Charlie right there listening. But it wasn’t like he could say the truth. ‘Sorry about that Ted, I was choking on our third podcast member because he’s scared you’ll hurt him but don’t worry, he’s in my stomach now so he’s safe from, again, exclusively you.’ Yeah, no.

“Well, I came over to surprise you. Didn’t think you’d almost die or something.” Schlatt chuckled a bit in response. “Yeah, well, I didn’t expect anyone to break into my apartment.” Schlatt stood, silently thankful for Ted helping him up as he adjusted to the added weight in his middle. *** He felt Charlie sway a bit as he stood but other than that, again, nothing. He resisted the urge to press in on himself to feel for anything, even just breathing. He couldn’t break character yet; he had to assume Charlie was playing it safe by just not moving. “You down here for any reason other than to scare me half to death?” Schlatt said, pacing over to his fridge under the guise of grabbing food while he silently felt for any signal from Charlie now that his back was turned to Ted. “Yeah, actually.” Ted said, leaning against the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen.

Schlatt hummed to pretend he was paying attention while pressing into his stomach a few quick times. Short short long. Long long long, long short long. ‘U-O-K-?’ He knew Charlie could translate it, he was the one that taught Schlatt Morse code. He was waiting for two taps back; their signal for yes. Hell, he’d even take one tap for no, something. Hopefully, Charlie would get the hint that it was ok to move. He’d respond. He would know he was fine, Ted didn’t suspect anything. But if he didn’t respond for much longer, they’d have a very different problem on their hands.

“…Schlatt?” Ted questioned, again snapping Schlatt out of his worries again. Right. The act. “Sorry, must’ve zoned out,” Schlatt responded, grabbing a bottle of juice out of his fridge and turning back to Ted. “What were you saying?” “I was saying I’m here for a reason. You’re not the only one of my friends in the area, but surprise! I’m staying down here for a few months to do content!” Ted looked to Schlatt expectantly, and Schlatt did his best to ignore the sinking feeling he had about Charlie and be happy for Ted, but he was sure his smile looked forced. He grabbed a few glasses and filled them. “That’s great, man! Sounds like it’ll be fun.” “That’s the goal.” Ted answered, taking a sip of his. “Do a couple collab videos, some vlogs, it’ll be sick-” “Mhm.” Schlatt responded while Ted continued talking, taking a drink of his own. Final test. If this wouldn’t get Charlie to do something, anything, then something was wrong. He waited a few seconds, even taking another drink, until-

Something. Quick, barely there. Schlatt couldn’t even be sure he hadn’t imagined it, but then there was something else. Movement, fucking finally. He tried communication again; Short short long. Long long long, long short long. He waited a few seconds, up to a minute, until, finally…he felt two weak taps back. ***

~~~~~

*** Charlie woke up bleary eyed and nauseous, his head pounding like he’d been hitting it against a wall. He was also in complete darkness, though even if there was any light, he doubted he’d be able to see much with how unfocused he could tell his eyes were. Not having his glasses didn’t help. Shit, where were his glasses? He reached out to the ground beside himself, searching the surroundings only to finally register the weird feeling of the floor and the fact that he was in a puddle of liquid up to his chest. Oh yeah, and the minute movement of the space around him as he touched the ground. He shifted himself more into a sitting position and felt around on the other side of him, finally finding and grabbing his now goo covered glasses. The place moved again, and now the walls started to press in, splashing the liquid up around him. Really, that should have scared him a lot more than it did, and probably would have if he hadn’t immediately recognized the communication attempt. “You ok?” Schlatt was asking, and Charlie could have laughed at the absurdity of it. Schlatt. Right, that’s what was going on. He was inside his giant best friend. He got stuck headfirst down Schlatt’s throat, he must’ve passed out from the blood rushing to his head before he ended up here. And ‘here’…was the stomach. Holy shit, he was actually in a human’s stomach, something a few years ago he’d have only thought possible in the horror stories he’d been told as a kid. How the hell was this his life.

Still, though, he wasn’t dead. He wasn’t in any danger, didn’t need to worry about getting seen. He…was ok. A lot more ok than he thought he’d be. Migraine ridden, blind, wet, and uncomfortably humid, of course, but ok nonetheless. So, he tapped back twice, leaning forward to the wall where the pressing from Schlatt had been coming from in order to better hear whatever conversation was happening outside.

~~~~~

Charlie was ok. Holy fuck, Schlatt could have cried with relief. He didn’t kill his best friend, that was a weight off his shoulders. “I did want to talk with you about something though, just to get your opinion on it.” “Sure, what’s up man?” Schlatt said, attention fully on Ted for the first time in this whole conversation. “It’s about Charlie.” ***

Schlatt froze, and he could feel Charlie tense up. “Uh…what about him?” “I just, i don’t know…it’s hard to explain.” Ted frustratedly motioned with his hands and tried to explain more before sighing. “Did i do something wrong?” Ted said, a genuine look of confusion and hurt in his eyes. “Everytime we talk, it’s fine. We’re friends, and we have been for a while, and I know he’s on the same page as me. But any time I ask him anything vaguely personal, even if it’s just shit like his hair color or mcdonald’s order or fucking anything, it’s like we’re back to being strangers. Like I don’t have the right as his friend to know shit like that. The only thing I know about him is his first name and honestly? It wouldn’t even bother me if he wasn’t so close with you.” Schlatt hadn’t expected that, and from what he could tell of Charlie relaxing and moving forward to hear more, he hadn’t expected it either. “Ted, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just…well, for one, Charlie has known me for a lot longer than he’s known you. Of course he’s more comfortable with me. But it’s not that he doesn’t trust you or anything. I promise he considers you one of his best friends. Even when it’s just us talking, he’s never said anything about you that would imply anything else.” “It’s not that I don’t believe that, but I just…sorry, maybe I’m being selfish here. If he doesn’t want to meet me it’s not my business to pry, it’s just something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently.” Ted finished, staring down at his hands. Schlatt…wasn’t sure where to go from there. He felt horrible for keeping such a massive secret from one of his oldest friends, especially about something that’d clearly been causing so much inner turmoil, but he couldn’t betray Charlie like that.

“Schlatt, can you hear me?” Charlie suddenly interjected. Schlatt tapped twice for confirmation and Charlie continued. “Ok, then i’m gonna need you to repeat after me, got it?” Schlatt tried not to let the confusion he felt read on his face for Ted to see, but he tapped twice again anyway. He sat in silence for a few seconds before Charlie took a deep breath and started talking.

“But, y’know, Charlie and I were talking about doing something with the podcast soon. We were gonna bring it up to you later, but since you’re in town we could move it up.” Schlatt repeated, and Ted looked up, puzzled. “What were you thinking?” Charlie paused again breathing deeply, though Schlatt could feel his tail swaying in anxiety. However, when he finally spoke up, his voice read nothing but confidence. “We were thinking we could do a few in person recordings.”

Schlatt froze. Had Charlie said what he thought he said? No way in hell was he serious. “Repeat it, Schlatt. I’ve thought it through, i mean it.” Holy shit he was serious. And so, he repeated. God, he wished that Charlie had been able to see the look of utter shock on Ted’s face. “You’re joking.” He said, and Schlatt shook his head while waiting for the next prompt. “Charlie wants to meet you, he’s just…afraid he won’t live up to your expectations.” Schlatt repeated, and Ted scoffed. “Please, that’s the least he should be concerned about. At this point the guy could be a serial killer and I’d still be thrilled to meet him.” Schlatt could tell when the truth hit him fully, because Ted’s expression brightened tenfold. He looked like he’d just win the lottery. “I just, I can’t believe it! Holy shit, I’m gonna meet the Charlie Slimecicle!” “Yeah, me either.” Charlie sighed and Schlatt repeated, though he said it for both of them.

***

After some more casual conversation about Ted’s plans and ideas for the newly decided live podcast recording, Ted finally said goodbye, promising to let Charlie know how excited he was. Schlatt let out a breath of relief he didn’t even know he was holding when Ted shut the door behind him. He turned and leaned back against the door. “Holy shit that was stressful.” “You’re telling me,” Charlie responded, “at least you didn’t pass out during that.”

“You passed out?? Is that why you weren’t responding???”

“Yeah but I’m fine though.” ***

Schlatt facepalmed, sliding his way down the floor into a sitting position. Charlie felt his own stomach drop at the action, the feeling finally making him fully process what they’d done. “So…” Charlie started, lightly kicking at the wall in front of him. “This is weird.” “Very.”

Silence.

“Why the fuck did you do that??” Schlatt asked, and Charlie groaned, pushing his glasses into his face with the heels of his palms. “I don’t know, dude, I panicked! I just…” Charlie sighed, dropping his hands. “He deserves to know. And no better time than the present, I guess. Besides, I have actually been thinking about it. Maybe if he takes it well, we can make it public and some fans will be able to see that we borrowers aren’t what they think we are.”

~bonus short scenes that got cut lol~

“What’s it…what’s it like in there?” “Excuse me?” Charlie asked, mildly shocked by the question. “C’mon man, you’re like the third or fourth person to ever be in there, and one of those people goes in on a practically daily basis and doesn’t ever want to explain why. You can’t blame me for being a little bit curious.” Charlie sighed dramatically. “Fuck if I know dude, I can’t see shit and I’ve been here for like 20 minutes. I…the walls are weird? The texture is weird. Same with the floor, I can’t stand up at all. It’s small and cramped and realistically would be a claustrophobe’s worst nightmare. I can’t, like, fully splay out or anything, but I can reach out and touch the walls and ceiling without fully extending any of my limbs.” “Really? Cause Tubbo can’t do that, is he really that much smaller than you?” “I guess,” Charlie shrugged, Schlatt feeling the motion against his stomach.

“He’s pretty short, he is just a kid.” “Yeah, I’m not used to…I don’t know how to explain this other than that you being bigger and heavier than Tubbo makes a big difference, y’know?” “Bigger than you thought?” “Definetely,” Schlatt sighed. “Not like I had much time to think about it, though.”

~~~

“Now uh, if you don’t mind..can you, uh…” “Oh yeah, right, totally,” Schlatt said as Charlie felt him stand up. All of a sudden the space around him pushed in on itself and he was shoved back into the humid and tight throat. He made it back into Schlatt’s mouth and was quickly removed and set on a counter with a dry rag. Charlie took it with a quick thank you as Schlatt leaned back against the counter. “Y’know Tubbo’s gonna bug the shit outta you once he realizes you’ve been eaten, right?” “Oh god don’t tell him-“

[mysterious-gizem]

𝐎𝐝𝐝 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭

Warning/s: ???

Taglist: @da3dm, @gt-mcyt, @coolest-moon

Chapters: Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3

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"Momma..?"

The sound of his voice was so small, quiet, barely above a whisper. Puffy's heart continued to shatter. Watching Dream struggle with his height, he used to be so free, running around without a care in the world, but now. Puffy looked up at him; a young boy who was terrified of even taking a step.

She took a shaky breath, the sun was blinding; she could only imagine how Dream felt having to stay outside all day in the hot sun, even right now, his massive frame shielded her from the rays and engulfed her in shadow. Then she replied, with the softest and most caring tone she could muster.

"Yes duckling?" She smiled, ofcourse she should, she couldn't allow him to see her trembling lips or how her eyes darted left and right. She stared straight up at him, reminding herself, this is her son, she had nurtured and cared for him from the day he was left in her house. She could see Dream shuffle as if he was nervous or ashamed; he avoided her gaze and bit his lip. Puffy could tell something was bothering him.

"What's wrong?" She asked, her tone soft, and loving, "C'mon duckling, I'm sure whatever it is you need to tell me, it'll be fine." She reassured and Dream let out a sigh, his hand was over his stomach and it dawned on Puffy she might not want to hear what he has to say after all.

"I-I'm hungry, again..."

Dammit-

It had been weeks since Dream had gotten that random major growth spurt and alot had change, to Puffy's dismay. Besides the fact the villagers were even more terrified, the blonds eyes were brighter than Puffy remembered, his teeth were slightly sharper than she liked. But the one that had the most impact(in her opinion), was the hunger her boy had.

Puffy could tell the food she had been spending hours on making just weren't- enough for him anymore she had to quadruple her portion servings and even if Dream said he wasn't hungry anymore, she knew his stomach wasn't satisfied. She didn't even know if she was feeding him the proper diet!

Puffy couldn't complain, she knew that, Dream was only asking for food; a natural thing every living thing needed, but it was taking a toll on the sheep hybrid, physically, mentally, and financially. Her thoughts were abruptly cut off when Dream's stomach growled and he looked away bashfully.

Puffy hated it.

She shook her head and smiled up at him, "What would you like to have duckling? I can try making some soup if you'd like?" Dream smiled softly giving Puffy an earnest nod.

His smile, another thing Puffy lost, Dream had always been a happy-dandy child, a kid that faced the world with curiosity and a bright smile; just like how any other kid should be. But ever since that day in Sapnap and Bad's house, it was like he lost his spark- the flame was there, Puffy believed it was; it just wasn't burning as bright right now, soon it would spark again, yeah...

The sheep hybrid dissappeared into their home, immediately heading to the kitchen to work. She sighed as she saw the disarray in her kitchen; she had been too exhausted to clean it and figured that she'll need to use it sooner or later, so to her there wasn't any point to cleaning. She began preparing any necessary items for the meal she would prepare, humming to distract herself.

Dream sat outside, patiently waiting beside the window to the kitchen, he could someone hear his mother's soft humming and if soothed him in a way that made him shut his eyes and let out a tiny, almost unnoticeable smile. Soon enough the delicious aroma wafted through the air, and Dream felt giddy with excitement. So much so he didn't notice Schlatt walking up onto the doorstep until he knocked and jolted Dream to look at him.

The ram hybrid seemed to acknowledge his presence and tried giving him a smile. Dream could hear his mother's footsteps and soon enough the door swung open with Puffy wearing an apron. She seemed shocked, not expecting for her brother to drop by so suddenly. Schlatt coughed and began explaining the situation.

"Soo- Puffy, I need Dream's help over by the farm." The sheep hybrid immediately frowned but let him continue. "The animals escaped, some of them are just over by the pasture, but a few have started to wander into the village and forest." Schlatt smiled, not registering that Puffy might've been cooking for Dream. "Well actually I'm currently making lunch- maybe afte-" She was abruptly cut if when Schlatt grinned and clapped; not to loudly but enough to shut the sheep hybrid's mouth.

"Perfect, you're still making it, right? Dream can just eat after." Schlatt continued to stare at Puffy; after all, Puffy hadn't exactly told him of how hungry her baby boy was getting, she didn't need anymore issues. But she was determined of finding a way to let Dream eat soon. "Well- does it have to be now? I think Dream really needs to eat soon, maybe afte-"

"It'll be fine, c'mon Dream!"

Dream shot a small frown at her but all Puffy could do was smile and nod; and prayed the job would be done quick. The blond quickly scrambled to stand up, and followed his uncle. It was terrifying to see, ofcourse, most wonder what he'd be like as an adult. But Puffy had a different thought in mind, she worried for her son; but still continued cooking for it to be prepared when he got home.

He was scared.

He didn't know what happened.

He didn't mean to-

He didn't mean to hurt it!

To...to-

...eat it.

Guilt coursed through his veins, he was walking back home; as slow as possible, he didn't wanna face his momma yet. Not like this, with the lingering taste of calf in his mouth, and bits of blood staining his teeth red.

He was in shock, he never intended to hurt it, much less eat it. But- he was so, so hungry. He hugged himself as his feet went on auto pilot, dragging him back to his house. He whimpered as the moment replayed in his head.

He was just helping them...luring the animals back to their pens, lifting them up from time to time...

He blinked.

He spotted a calf, wander into the forest and chased after it.

His stomach churned as the vivid memory' flashed before his eyes.

Soft meat, and hard hooves, accompanied with so, so, so much blood..

His breathing became rapid as he saw his house coming into view. Dread coursed through his veins as he even remembered the casual conversation he and uncle Schlatt.

He emerged from the forest, no calf in sight, a look of confusion on his uncle's face.

Five...

"Hey bud, where's the calf?"

Four...

"I—I lost it, they ran away-..." He gulped.

Three...

"Oh okay, it's just one calf, right?"

Two...

He gasped...He didn't notice...Uncle Schlatt didn't notice; the faint blood on his lip and his red stained fingers that he had tried to wipe off, but the tint still stayed.

One...

"Okay, Dream, go on and head home, thanks for the assist buddy."

Moments later he reached his house with his momma already outside waiting to greet him.

"Hey duckling! How was herding the animals, it wasn't to hard, was it?" She smiled softly at him, he wished she didn't, he couldn't accept such a kind gesture, not after...after what he did. He sighed and mustered enough courage to reply.

"It was- okay." As the words left his lips a bitter taste was left in his mouth. He was silent, watching and waiting for his momma to catch him lying, mentally preparing himself for a scolding or worst, but it never came...

Instead Puffy nodded, a cheery smile on ehr face at all times. "That's good duckling, I'll go get the food, yeah? You must be tired." He watched, as she rushed into the house and later came out with a big pot; well- big to her, to him it was more of a bowl.

"Eat up duckling, I already took my share!" Not a hint of dishonesty was in her words as she set down the pot on a wooden table placed outside. A huge wooden ladle, was the substitute for his spoon as he sat criss-crossed on the soft grass. Taking the ladle into his hand.

"Thank you momma.." He meekly replied as he reveled in the taste of the soup she prepared, he loved her home cook meals; considering she learned just for him...He remembered the time's she mentioned that she only used to cook simple meals and dishes, as it was the quickest way to cook. And then mentioned that she went around the town to ask for help on how to cook from the other ewe hybrids for help.

It warmed his heart knowing his mother loved him so dearly.

That's why she can never find out.

The sun rose high over the sky, a fresh new day presented itself, mistakes of yesterday, left in the past; well...most.

Dream had a restless night, his mind haunting him of the events of the day before. Puffy still wasn't awake which left him, empty and overwhelmed. He began to sob and shake, yearning for a touch of affection, he wanted his momma, or- or Sapnap, but he knew very well he couldn't just barge in and seek comfort, could he?

He shook away the idea, he didn't wanna be anymore of a burden.

At this moment he just wanted to know what he was, he didn't want to keep finding out new things about himself. He missed waking up under a stable roof, he missed sleeping on an actual bed...

He missed being in his momma's arms.

His hands reached to hug himself, as he cradled himself; a sob leaving his lips, it was a pitiful. He hated the rush of emotions he felt at the moment, he desperately wanted to believe this was all just a nightmare, that he was still the same height as his momma and he'd wake up, and see her warm face smiling down at him as he laid on his bed.

But no-

The universe was playing some cruel joke on him and he seethed with anger.

Not just at the universe- but apart of him was mad- at—at his momma.

He shook his head, he couldn't hate his momma, it was wrong, oh so, wrong. She had done so much for him, she took him in and cared for him, so what, she lied about one tiny thing, he was okay!

He wanted to be okay...

His stomach growled and he groaned in annoyance, but as if she knew, Puffy came out of the house and greeted him.

"Goodmorning duckling!~" She smiled, "How was your sleep?" Her smile made Dream guilty as he grimaced. "It was good." He lied through his teeth, the sheep hybrid seemed to sigh, "Well I prepared breakfast, c'mon and eat!" He took a deep breath and mustered up the happiest attitude he could and skipped towards the food, which his momma already graciously prepared.

Last thing he wanted to do was give her another problem.

Puffy watched as his son eagerly ate his food, a warm smile on her face, her moments of calm and contentment dwindled after his many incidents, in her mind the less he knew the better, oh how wrong she would be.

Dream spent every waking moment, working, panicking, it was driving him insane...

Maybe enough to drive him away...

[borrowing-at-midknight]

Four years of my life has been spent simping over Schlatt and now that I've finally gone and made a fic with just him I'm gonna go bury my skull in the dirt o7

[baka-monarch]

driving me kinda crazy but i remember like years ago there was a fic where Tubbo was a borrower who only a few people knew about, and Tommy has him in his pocket when he’s exiled from L’Manberg so when he’s shot down and loses his items, Tubbo gets lost too. So Schlatt finds him, introduces him publicly which Tubbo hates cause he’s a borrower and he’s supposed to be a secret, makes him a cabinet member/pet and then he gets killed at the festival (i don’t remember how exactly). It’s at least 2 parts, maybe more, it’s been a while.

sorry this is in such massive detail i just vaguely remember reading it on your blog so idk if you wrote it or reblogged it, but i figured since this one is old you’d have the best chance of knowing what i was talking about since you where in the mcyt g/t community before I was

-Cyn

I didn't write it, but im pretty sure i reblogged it from

Well im bad at remembering urls but im pretty sure they're writing a fic with tiny Joel and Skizz now i can see if i can find em? Idk, sorry

[spyroforlife]

Back for more after ask game question defeat, 12 and 18?

12. Funniest comment you've ever gotten in a piece of work?

oh goodness I’ll have to go look through my fics, I’ve posted a lot of stuff and got plenty of comments so I’m really not sure :’) I don't tend to remember exact comments most of the time, I appreciate them in the moment and reply, but after that I mostly just remember the good vibes rather than the comments themselves.

An excellent contender though is definitely a comment I got on chapter 9 of Heart Thief wishing "Dream a swift and painless recovery and his father a car battery to the head :)" because it kinda kicked off a running thing of threatening Schlatt with a car battery which quite frankly Heart Thief Schlatt deserves

...and canon DSMP Schlatt tbh.

OHH and another one on Heart Thief, this time on chapter 20, "Polyamory is on the rise as a natural defense mechanism against rent"

There's probably more great ones but I just have so many fics idk if I want to comb through every comment on all of them to see which is the funniest, but I've gotten great comments in general and to everyone who's posted a funny on one of my fics, thank you, you're a legend <3

18. How similar are the things you enjoy writing to the things you enjoy reading?

It’s hard to say actually! I can enjoy a pretty wide variety of works if they’re well-written. I absolutely love not-poignant’s Fae Tales series but I don’t think I would ever attempt something of that scope and intensity for myself. But it’s wonderful reading epic fantasies

I don’t actually read a lot of stuff compared to how much I write these days, but generally I think I do read things similar to what I’m writing in most cases. I tend to focus on relationships between characters, I like a good plotty explicit fic just as much as I like PWPs, and that tends to be what I read as well as write. And just as I sometimes read more T or G rated stories, I’ll occasionally write them too. I definitely tend toward wanting stories to have happy endings no matter how dark things get. So yeah, I’d say in most cases I read and write similar things. :D

[brick-a-doodle-do]

I REQUEST HEADCANNONS FOR TINY WORKERS!!! please…

Also some drawing prompts for Tiny Workers if you don’t mind 👉👈

/nf

man i had like 3 hcs all written out and some drawing prompts too and my internet completely crashed. ripppp

i guess i'll start again :v

my all time favorite bits in tiny workers (that i can remember) are a. tommy being stuck in tipsy wil's pocket while he and schlatt walk around the park aimlessly, and b. the workers just launching water balloons at protestors 😭 SO either one of those, or or or equally as good: your favorite bit. because i am very curious what other people think of this au ,,,,

NOW headcannons

tiny workers headcannons ✨

on their uniforms, they have their name stitched into the bottom of the cloth, but they realized it doesn't really work all that well, so they upgraded to the typical worker nametag, which leads to all of the workers crossing out their name and adding something different, or like adding things. tommy's added "innit" to the bottom, q put "big" in front of his and crossed off "uackity" ykyk all the fun stuff

and on the topic of uniforms, they also have stitched other stuff into it. tommy's added like a l'manburg flag after the dnd era thingy, tubbo's added a bee and a nuke, just stuff that kinda both relates to their lore reenactment or just them as a person ,,,,

one time techno came over with wilbur and tech just steals tommy from will (which COULD strike up some tw!tnt content but that's a different story) and they make it their day's goal to just break every single rule. except no smoking (based off of a thing me and my uncle do ever fall)

i've been trying very hard to think of attractions because i realized how much i need to do for 20k acres 😭 anyway i went to a theme park the other day and got to have some inspo. SO have some. one, imagine like. mascots. definitely would make the park more kid-oriented AND imagine just different characters from size media. like arrietty or some guy from the honey i shunk series

another one from hershey: i saw a few people with giant ass reversable octopuses and saw some girl sitting inside of it using it as a chair and LIKE imagine that but as a hand. u can win a giant hand at some arcade game 👀👀

imagine like a rollercoaster or waterslide that had a 3d effect or just had screens on the side that projected like a human coming after you, or some kind of bug/animal/etc

i mentioned a lego thing at one point and i know a lot of lego stores have a build-your-own lego, and imagine wil making one just to resemble tommy claiming that the figurine'll replace the kid JVJSDV

imagine another dnd game (much shorter) with the (entire) scu 👀 this time with a few strangers. ORRRRR i could make grizzly & bizly canon. maybe both tiny workers.

charlie'll be introduced then probably. he'll be a stranger prior to the campaign and after that charlie becomes a tiny bit of a regular.

i think i'm also gonna make jaiden canon as a human worker

imagine a restaurant that's made to look like a human counter. like there's some kind of optical illusion on the floor that makes you look really high up 👏👏👏

i went to a planetarium yesterday and lemme tell u the g/t in me went BRRRR. it opened with like an eye over me looking around and at one point they made it look like you were getting closer to a telescope, which also looked like being trapped under a cup. SO imagine THAT in the park. just some kind of theater with a giant screen over you, maybe a first-person mini-movie about being a borrower ✨

I HOPE THESE SUFFICE FOR NOW !! i also have 2 art-ish things in the works hopefully soon. one of them is being a bitch cause there is so much for it sfjfsdd