#t; nomf

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Happy 8/8 yall :D you should really watch the dragons you end up freeing I have a 3rd page but it might not be done tbh so I'm posting these now and if I feel up for it a 3rd will be out tomorrow. (Dont expect it tho lol) Anyways hotguy dragon :D (yes I know he has no scars on him but emph)

[nompunhere]

So, you once mentioned an AU idea where the bugs native too Hallownest were giants and everyone else was tiny. You also mentioned a slight branch of the idea in which it was a situation of bugs who fell under pale king rule where giants while the rest where small. In that event, how would hornet be born if the Pale King is giant while Herrah is small?

I believe I talked about this before? could be wrong. either way, perfectly happy to explain it here

So basically, in that AU, (most) higher beings can sizeshift. Or maybe it's actually just P/K and G/rimm who can but those are the main ones with that ability

(in my fic universe(s) P/K also has a secondary form where he's just. og wyrm form but smol. easier to be nomfed that way but that's not as relevant to this post sooooo *shoves thought aside*)

so anyway, P/K can sizeshift to interact with the smaller species that live in or near his domain, so when smol, he's about the same size to H/errah as he is in canon

because of this, H/ornet also has limited sizeshifting capability. her default is smol as first, because of her homeland being smol, but as she grows up, she tries to maintain her large form most of the time. she shrinks back to being smol when she gets overly emotional, though because a n g s t/plot

[brick-a-doodle-do]

YES! HAHA RAMBLE TIME-

Ok so the g/t dynamics for the Fantasy High party have been very much thought out by me because just yes(if you dont get the vibe now you might get the vibe just watching the first episode)

[The sizes are Giant, Human, shifter, tiny but some are lumped next to each other because of vibes]

Fabian is for sure a giant/human just because that is his vibe and I refuse to elaborate

Fig is also a giant/human but a twinge of shifter vibes in there

Kristen is just a human but she for sure is really cool

Gorgug is either a gentle giant/human or a gentle but also violent tiny there is very little inbetween

Adaine is a sizeshifter and shifts depending on her feelings. When she is having panic attack you bet she is shrinking but when shes angry she gets big

Riz is also a sizeshifter but since hes a goblin people already rag on him for being small so he gets to shrink when he has negative thoughts >:) [I love angst]

ALSO-The new season Mentopolis is super g/t and nomfs coded-

The Fix is Giant. He is big but very gentle and dan kill people with vaguely threatening fun facts <3

Conrad Schintz is itty bitty. Very small. Super itty bitty lil bebe. Tiny

That is all for rambles <:

okay okay answering this with no prior knowledge !! honestly the vibes im picking up just from names fit...fig seems a little bit like a tiny name but i see sizeshifter too >:)

i also really like the name conrad schintz like that really makes me want to watch it just to hear that name. also i completely see someone named that being tiny AJFBJVSF

j like your rambles ! i shall try and watch it maybe sometime and then like give my thoughts again,,,,, where can i find it?

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#5

For the grounded SBI au

SBI are a family that live in a normal house, Phil with 3 kids named Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy.

Wilbur likes to experiment with size and one days is able to make a prototype device that can shrink things

He takes it outside and is about to test it when Techno and Tommy come out for some reason idk

They get into a argument and next thing you know, they’re all shrink to the size of ants, and are stranded in their backyard with no way to grow back or call for help

Now they have to survive in their own backyard, agains bugs, spiders, and their giant dad who is worried sick when all 3 of his sons have gone missing.

I love this so I will elaborate-mostly because science class is boring rn djsbdh-

Wilbur loves science(unlike me lmao)

Wilbur likes to tinker with equations and really test the boundaries of reality. Whatever is considered impossible, Wilbur is trying to disprove and make possible. Any means necessary. He'll rearrange equations, change how they formatted, change the numbers-he trys to do everything possible to break it and change it to his liking.

Of course he was intrigued with the square cube law equation. It was honestly the most interesting because well-how could you possible break it? It's pretty much impossible to have minuscule or gigantic people right?

Well Wilbur was on the cusp of making it plausible....

To bad his brothers were being so damn loud-

Techno had been forced to play mario kart but Tommy was losing which lead to the two of them playfully arguing...

In Wilbur's room.

So Wilbur, extremely annoyed and tired, kicked them out and angrily finished making the equation, not realizing he had made it plausible if a little...well...iffy...

He worked for a long time that week, constructing blueprints and creating the machine, skipping family outings and other events much to the displeasure of Phil...

But not really Wilbur's brothers. They were fine with not talking to him. He had kicked them out of their room so he could finish his boring as equations.

Wilbur finishes it by the end of the month and he his elated, already setting it up outside to test it out.

And then Techno and Tommy come outside. They try and explain that Phil was forcing them to get Wilbur because he wanted to celebrate but Wilbur doesn't care-He thinks they're gonna fuck with his project and an argument escalates from that point until Tommy hits the machine and it starts whirring until a bright, purple colored flash hits all three of them and they pass out.

It isn't till they hear Phil's extremely loud, booming voice that they wake up to see to continue their argument...

At least until Techno points out that everything around them is huge and that's when the true gravity of the situation hits.

At first Wilbur is overjoyed. The device worked! He broke the square cube law! This could make him and his family rich!

And then they get chased by a spider and then Wilbur really sees the problem with what the machine did....

After they get chased though, they find and odd looking dome and head inside to see...tiny equipment and files?

Techno and Tommy inquire if this was Wilbur's stuff but...

It isn't.

46 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

#4

technovore crumbs? 🥺 any to spare? headcanons or stories?

Mmm I am unsure if this wants Techno nomfing or Techno being nomfed so I'll make headcannons for both-

Tiny-Techno does not like being nomfed...so he says but everyone can really tell he doesn't mind it and he outright asks to be nomfed by Phil.

Phil always asks him if he wants to be nommed and he goes very slow and is extremely gentle. He is the one who is aloud to nom Techno the most and Techno trusts him the most.

Wilbur usually just picks him up and plays around with him in his mouth before nomfing him-Wilbur often, sporadically noms people because its funny but he knows when to save nomfs for another time or when to be more comforting druing nomfs

Tommy doesn't usually nom Techno because he usually pretends to be staunchly against being nomfed by Tommy but Tommy is sometimes aloud to be nommed.

He will usually just kinda vibe and relax after being nomfed since he doesn't actually mind it and he usually finds it as a way to destress and bond with his family

Giant- Techno sometimes like's to be a little mischievous and just scoop his whole family up and spook them a little bit before nomming them. They all go along with it and know he's joking.

Sometimes they'll seek out Techno for noms because they need rest or just want to relax but when Techno see's anyone who looks upset, like if Tommy had a bad day or Wilbur was stressing over something Techno will just go and find then, regardless of where they are and pick them up before gently nomming them.

He likes to gently nibble and lick at his family before noms as a way to either be comforting or teasing. Techno also enjoys just finding anyone he's friends with and he just to licks them. He purrs quite often.

I hope you like these headcannons! Sorry they took so long to get out-

Asks take a long time to get out-

56 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

#3

A long awaited post from us since it’s been waaaaaaay to long since a post!! I do hope you enjoy part 1 of many

P.s-This fic will be uploaded part by part but as of now it’s being written all on the same doc so if the beginnings seem a bit abrupt that is why!

Tw-Accidental Dehumanization, Safe Noms, Talk of Death, Talks of Fatal noms(Doesn’t happen)

Total word count: 3021

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A Great Divide Between You and Me (When did you become so cruel) [I]

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Tommy was…well…apprehensive about this whole idea. Don’t get him wrong-he’d do it if Wilbur was a hundred percent sure but still…he wasn’t too sure about this whole…pretending to actually eat Wilbur.

“C’mon Tommy! You said you wanted to do a prank that would shock and scare the hell out of everyone and this couldn’t be a better prank!” The borrower exclaimed. Wilbur was excited by the prospect of scaring his friends on April fools. Every other year Tommy and he had either made them laugh till they couldn’t stand or they ticked them off a little. 

Wilbur wanted to see what scaring them would be like. Mix it up and such.

“I know I know…it’s just…you think they might take it the wrong way?” Wilbur shook his head. 

“Tommy-Toms-no one will think you legitimately decided to eat me.” 

“I mean-I guess if you're sure then…ok fine-I’ll do it. But you owe me a fuck ton of ice cream and shit. I’m doing this for you after all.” Tommy stubbornly crossed his arms, huffing. Wilbur just let out a bubbly laugh. 

“Alright alright fine I’ll buy you some ice cream tomorrow if you can effectively pull the wool over their eyes and convince them you did the deed successfully.”

Tommy let out what sounded like a whine and a groan, nodding slowly and dramatically as Tommy usually did. “If I fail can I still get a single tub of ice cream?”

The brunet hummed, closing his eyes and tapping his finger on his chin in thought. Tommy blinked at Wilbur with a deadpan look. “I swear to prime I will legitimately eat you regardless of this stupid prank if you don’t buy me ice cream-“

Wilbur paused and for a split second, Tommy swore he saw fear but if Wilbur had been afraid? Well, he wasn’t showing it anymore because the borrower was doubled over in a fit of laughs and Tommy felt his worry melt away. “Ok ok no need to threaten me child-I’ll buy you a single tub if you fail ok?”

Tommy grumbled, pretending to be pissed off about it but he was grinning wide. “Yeah, that's fair big man. Makes sense to me but make sure it’s mint chip or you're dead-“ He jokingly growled, poking the other gently. 

Wilbur stumbled back slightly and lightly swatted at Tommy’s finger. “Mhm-ok sure Toms. Like you would ever kill your favorite brother-”

“Nope Techno is actually my favorite brother-Sorry Wilby.” Tommy shrugged and Wilbur snorted, rolling his eyes disbelievingly.

“Oh please child-you gave me the nickname Wilby. Are you seriously gonna sit here and tell me, out of both me and Techno, he’s the favorite?” “Well-I-oh just shut up Wil-” The blond spluttered out, his face having turned a bright red in embarrassment. Curse Wilbur for always being right-

Getting back on track, Tommy scooped Wilbur up, holding him gently in cupped hands. Wilbur settled quickly, getting comfortable and preparing mentally. 

“Alright well let’s get this prank on the road hmm? I have some morons to scare!” The brunet laughed before nodding his head. 

“Let us get on with it. I have a nap I need to take-“ He joked as Tommy brought Wilbur closer to his face and more specifically, towards his mouth.

Wilbur tensed up just a little, part of his mind still screaming his life was in danger just like it had the first time he had been found…and by all accounts he had been in danger that first time but after all the bonding and movie nights they had really become a family for him…

But of course he was still somewhat frightened of the whole thing.

And he wouldn’t lie but some of the things his friends said to him made him…immensely uncomfortable…not that he’d say anything on the subject. He didn’t want them to think he couldn’t handle what was obviously a joke…

But hey-he wouldn’t be seeing any of them till dinner tonight. First up, Tommy would go and kind of discreetly hint before outright admitting that he had ‘eaten’ Wilbur to Phil, Techno. Then it was on to Tubbo and Ranboo if Tommy was able to get a hold of them. They were always busy trying to prank each other the day after so one of them was usually shopping for prank supplies  depending on the year. Then, if they couldn’t get a hold of either of them they went to meet up at Dream’s before going back home for dinner where Tommy would reveal that everything was fine.

Wilbur was particularly interested to hear what Skeppy thought of the whole thing considering he was also a borrower like him. 

Skeppy was one of, if not thee, best at deciphering he and Tommy’s pranks. One year, they had pretended not to know each other and most everyone was actually convinced Tommy and him had amnesia or something. The two always made sure the lead up to a prank was flawless so it actually felt and seemed real. The month before the amnesia prank they had both been ‘having issues remembering where things were’ and ‘remembering Wilbur was a borrower or that Tommy was human.’ 

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#2

Borrower world building au borrower world building-

I wrote all of this on discord with the input and ideas of @wendy130 and @bio-nerds-corner

They are pretty much the reason I got this out as fast as I did-

And the word count-holy hecking heck it got very big within the span of a few days(like-three-)

So yay- i hope you all enjoy! It’s one of my more lore things and any questions with lore you can just ask me-

I encourage questions-

I will brain rot about this for ages and ages

Truth falls out and boils up till it burns

Tw: Mentions of vore(none happen), dehumanization, disturbingly cruel ideas, fear, swearing

Word count: 3844(Largest one yet I believe)

Part one of Borrowing From The Internet au

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It had been just another casual stream.

Nothing bad should have happened.

Naturally things went south the moment he went onto youtube, videos about borrowers showing up.

The videos themselves didn’t seem too bad but his recommendation was filled with the videos and that was what made him worried. He hoped nobody would make any comments on it…

A donation appeared on his screen, and he tensed, his tail already anxiously curling around his leg as he read the donation. "Hey what are your opinions on borrowers? Cause like-I think they make too big of a deal of things like the 'Massive Accident' at that one restaurant..." His voice trailed off and he grit his teeth, his anxious feeling vanishing as it was replaced by raw, annoyance and anger. He took a deep breath in. 'Don't let anyone see that this stupid dono phased you-chat'll know something is fucky otherwise.' "Yeah, massive accident my ass-it was more like a genocide of entire bloodlines, families and friends-I'd really appreciate if chat didn’t bring up borrowers." Wilbur huffed, making sure to privately message a mod to ban the words and sentence 'Massive Accident' as fast as possible.

He had tough skin. He could normally handle shit like this but this time it was really getting under his skin. It was one thing if someone said it to him while he was in person but when someone in chat actively made sure to mention borrowers in the one setting, he thought he was safe from the world's mistreatment and lies about borrowers.

Wilbur was shaken back to focus from a voice call from Phil and he tried to smooth out his frazzled tail, slowly uncurling it from his leg, being as discreet as plausible in order to avoid people possibly seeing the appendage.

He clicked the answer on the call and plastered a more neutral expression, forcing a small smile.

"Hey Phil!"

"Hey Wil! How's the late night streaming?"

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85 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

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Hey guys this is kinda an important mcyt g/t post

This community on here is dying.

As many know, a lot of people are losing interest and getting other ones, all the more power to them!/gen

But the issue isnt creators.

Its consumers.

When you read something you like reblog. Don’t like it. Reblog it. Leave a nice comment in your reblog. Send asks to the creator be friendly share thoughts and ideas! We all implore you too majority of the time!

When you don’t though it really leaves people feeling unappreciated and more importantly-

Unmotivated.

So that means when you see a lack of any content for a very long time with no updates(For us at least as I can only speak to personal experience) that means that the person who made it may really need some positivity and some motivation! You can give them that with a simple comment and reblog.

I am begging you as a fellow consumer and a fellow creator of mcyt g/t content-

Start reblogging and commenting and sending asks and just interacting with us all.

My motivation in this community is still here. For how much longer is to remain unseen. I have so many projects I wanna do and many others as well but we cant do it without support!

So. Here are a few of my favorite blogs you can support.

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Thank you. If you read this long I thank you. Thank you so very much.

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#5

Okay, so. Imagine.

Preds just thinking about random shit when nomfing a prey.

Like the prey is struggling and squirming while the pred is just like, "why do towels get dirty if you cone out of the shower clean?"

40 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#4

So, people always use Ranboo as a super kind amd considerate pred and almost never intentionally scares prey.

Let's ruin that.

Remember how he goes into an enderwalk state every so often?

Man could be an absolute jackass in that state and do a whole bunch of fearplay

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

44 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

#3

So, I have some ideas.

Vampire pred who safe noms prey as a substitute for blood.

Bounty hunter pred who is a big softy, but has to be serious while on a mission.

Weird, eldritch abomination pred who shapeshifts to look human while in public.

Easily spooked prey who had a traumatic first nom experience.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

70 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#2

Alright, time to rattle off my favorite types of pred.

*deep breath*

Vamp preds safe nomming prey instead of drinking blood

Tough pred with dangerous line of work who's actually a softie

Slime preds who are still getting used to a humanoid form

Eldritch preds who shift to look human in public

Hybrid pred who need help controlling their instincts

Preds who are new to being a pred and needs to drink water when swallowing prey

*hyperventilating*

That is all.

80 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

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107 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

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[jadipose]

the barmaid doesn't even ask if you want a refill on your ale. she comes back and replaces it with a full pitcher, giving you her signature smile. "let me know if there's anything else you need, okay? you must have been traveling in the cold a long time!"

"Mfg."

My mouth is still crammed full when she returns with another huge container of beer - do they not sell it by the pint? I cram yet another bite of turkey into my bulging cheeks before forcing myself to chew and swallow, gasping out a ragged breath.

"Ghh. Days... I go+t separated.... chased by a bear, lo+st my pack..." nomf. This food is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten to my starving brain, and I can't help but fill my cheeks up even while I try to talk to the beautiful woman. Washing my big heavy mouthful down with three more big swallows of beer, I let out another little belch as the fizzy drink gathers bubbles right beneath my ribcage.

"Mmm, glp, glp... ahh... can yo+u tell me where I am?"

[pyrocicle]

@honeyhogger con’t from [x]:

He blinked up at her for a moment before his sockets went out and a bright orange flush took over his cheeks. He shifted in his seat and let go of her arm…only to bite down again in a slightly different location.

“s-sorry! sorry…” He let go again and looked anywhere but her face. “uhhh…im uh…pap…’m not usually like this but uh…some people kinda…made me have to bite everything i see so uh…sorry.” He wasn’t about to mention the arousal thing. Not a chance.

He nom again. This is going great.

“hhh--” Her free hand grabbed at his shoulder, sharp nails catching at him but not digging in. Perfect teeth marks showed beautifully on pale skin, and her own teeth sunk into her lip for a moment, a full-body shudder running up her spine.

“i-it’s alright. I’m Dove an’--” She forced herself to take a breath, biting back the quiet pants that wanted to slip out. “I’m used t’worse. doe-esn’t bother me~” Whoops. That was... very much not a pain noise. He might not have to mention it if he keeps nomming.

[astrotum]

hi yes i finally have a plot for my fucking uhhh hawks/reader fic so im gonna work on that because GOD him being a teasing pRED after a battle or w/e do be making me 😳

[dice-baby]

nomf submitted to dice-baby: I want to see how many of my new dice you can identify…

Ooh, a challenge! It’s a little hard to tell in the picture, but I’ll do my best:

top row: T&G Red/Black Blend, HDDice Sky Blue/White Blend, Wiz Dice Mountainheart, HDDice Black Pearl?, HDDice Bluestar Streak, HDDice Black/White Blend, HDDice Gold/Black Blend?

bottom row: Wiz Dice Desert Topaz, Chessex Gemini Black/Blue, Chessex Gemini Black/Green, Chessex Gemini Gold/Green, Chessex Gemini Copper/Steel, and the last two are definitely also Chessex, possibly Vortex Purple and Scarab Scarlet but I can’t tell

[a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog]

Sorry I Know it’s defiently one of my laziest, but I had to redo some of it, but if you guys have ideas for Mermay nomfs/soft/safe vore, please feel free to ask about them, I’m totally down for some, though I do request its in hermitcraft/empires/life series as it’s what I know best.

[shushiyuii]

A G!Phil and T!Tommy nomf fluff?

Phil is high of instincts. So he locks himself in his room since he doesn't want to scare Tommy.

Tommy, not knowing that Phil is high of instincts, checks on him. He goes inside one of his travelling tunnels that leads inside of Phil's room.

Once he enters, he sees Phil sitting on his bed with his hands on his face.

Tommy calls out to Phil, once Phil looks up and locks eyes with Tommy, Tommy sees that Phil's eyes are dilated.

Phil grabs Tommy and starts sniffing him.

Tommy gets weirded out and calls out to Phil again and asking if he is okay.

Phil, now having his instincts taking control, gets Tommy closer to his mouth.

Tommy for some reason stays calm, already having knowledge that giants do this due to instincts (Because both Techno and Wilbur explained it to him), and so he let's Phil nom him.

As soon as Tommy is in Phil's mouth, his tounge starts to lick Tommy, you can either have Phil's tounge move Tommy around while licking him, or have it pin Tommy somewhere around Phil's mouth, or you can do both.

Once Phil deems that he is finished, he swallows Tommy into his safety storage.

When Tommy is in Phil's safety storage, Phil begins to purr, not only Phil can purr, but he purrs loud enough to let someone know that he has someone in his safety storage.

Phil then just goes under his blankets and sleeps, knowing that Tommy is safe in his storage.

Yep yep!

Warnings: Soft vore, mentions of death, hunting, angst. (If I forgot anything, just let me know!)

Words: 3,273

[...]

Never go to the surface.

That was what he’d been told as a young borrower, never to leave the safety of the undercity as only dangerous predators laid upon the surface. Anyone who even managed to step onto the surface would be deemed dead the second they left.

Staying in the undercity was the only place of safety, though the city itself was never safe. It wasn’t a proper colony by any means, it was rare that anyone ever stayed in the undercity, only for a couple of years minimum.

Niki, for example, was a kind young lady. She ran a small bakery around the corner to serve delicious baked goods. She’d give him leftovers sometimes. The undercity didn’t deserve her, and she ended up leaving for the surface, never to be seen again.

Now all that remained was the ghost of an abandoned bakery, he swore sometimes he could still smell the fresh goods. When she’d first arrived, she was the first to tell him about the wonders of the outside.

The clear skies with fluffy clouds that tasted like cotton candy, the bright sun that was like a gigantic lightbulb in the sky. Though, Niki said the outside around the undercity wasn’t like the others she had seen.

It was darker, musky and cloudy. It always looked as though it could rain at any moment, where water dripped down from the sky. She talked of the high mountains she’d like to climb, that went high above the clouds. 

She said it was meant to feel like you were flying up there. He had always wondered what it meant to fly.

Tommy himself was made to fly with the small avian wings on his back, though according to many others, he’d never be able to fly. His wings were stunted and would most likely only help him glide at most.

He never gave up trying though, after years of practice he could jump across rooftops and jump down safely from higher heights compared to many others. He grew up in the undercity, it was his home despite being on the streets.

Despite his reputation of being a thief, it wasn’t the worst as many knew him to be a kind young boy, arrogant but a kind soul. Normally, he’d only steal in need of survival or to help another borrower in similar circumstances.

That wasn’t the only thing he was known for though, he was known for his dream of leaving the undercity for the surface. Anyday Tommy could simply disappear as another who leaves for the surface to die.

There were many dangers on the surface, flowing waters that do nothing but drag you down into its depths, the uneven terrain that could cause you to slip and fall, or the most known were the harpies.

Harpies were gigantic creatures that roamed the skies, lurking over the undercity in hopes of picking up a borrower for dinner. They looked like humanoid birds, with clawed feet and wings that acted like arms. 

They say it happened to Niki, that she was taken by the harpies. He missed Niki a lot. She was one of many to treat him with kindness and guidance, like an older sister. The last time he had seen her was closing time, it was routine for Tommy to help close up the shop.

“So, Niki- I wanted to ask you something.”, Tommy asked in an awkward tone, sweeping the dusty floors from the customers' dirty shoes. Niki leaned over the counter, placing leftovers of the day into paper bags to give out to the scavengers of the undercity to eat.

Tommy was one of them. “What is it?”, she asked with a hum in her tone. She seemed excited for some strange reason, the small smile that hadn’t even left her face despite facing some rude customers that day, she was excited about something. He didn’t know what though.

“How come you want to go to the surface so badly? It’s dangerous-”, he tried to gesture the amount of danger with his hands, only to clumsily drop the broom in the process, causing dust to fly through the air and erase his progress. He only grumbled.

Niki giggled as Tommy went to start again with sweeping, and answered. “Well Tommy, the surface is my home. I lived there long before I came to the undercity. It might be dangerous, but there are many wonderful things out there.”.

Her smile grew even larger, reminiscing on the memories of the surface. Tommy didn’t blame her, he didn’t know much of the surface as she did. It was her home and she’d been out there long before Tommy was, so she’d be okay. 

And that was the last time he’d seen her before she left for the surface. He only hoped that she was safe and okay. Though, it also made him wonder. If Niki came from the surface, that other borrowers lived there. Couldn’t he do the same?

[...]

Okay, so perhaps he couldn’t handle himself on the surface. The day he decided to leave behind his home, all that he’d ever known for a dream of being able to see the shining sun was apparently the day he was also going to die.

He dreaded his mistakes, he should’ve known better. He was aware of the dangers yet that stupid sweet talk of Niki’s was enough to persuade him of otherwise. And he took the risk, and now all he wanted was to go back to being a scavenger, where his life was already a struggle.

Even if the undercity was dangerous, it was still home. On the surface, he knew nothing. He didn’t know any escape routes, anybody to call for help or anywhere to hide. He was all alone on the surface.

The moment he saw the harpy shadow, it felt like his heart had fallen out of his chest. He had stood there in shock for a moment before realizing his mistake and running as far as he could. 

It wasn’t like being chased by the market guy he’d steal some berries from, it was much more than that. Every bit of distance he gained was only tarnished by a flap of the harpy’s wings. It was just as fast as he was.

The long grassy blades didn’t help in his struggle, only blinding him as he swiped them out of his view, only for more to hit his face. He couldn’t see without much light, the shadow above him barely helped.

He turned around what he believed to be a tree, and the harpy followed. He was running blindly in the woods and at any second the harpy could swoop down and grab him with its sharp claws. He wasn’t safe.

He should’ve listened to the others, the undercity was his home. Never the surface, why did he believe in hope? He shouldn’t- He screamed, not by being grabbed by the hunter’s claws. But by falling.

His feet scrambled to find solid ground, then he only slipped more down the slope. He flapped his wings to try and guide him down, only for it to fail. He landed on his backside, feeling something snap as pain shot up through his spine.

He sat up in an instant, holding back his tears. Covering his mouth to muffle his cries despite wanting to scream in pain, he was sure that he’d broken his wing. He flapped his other wings to check their status. 

It was fine, but the second he moved his right wing. He had to muffle another cry, definitely broken. Fucking great. He looked up, attempting to spot the harpy that had been hunting him from the skies.

Only to be met with nothing, only the tree leaves that barely held themselves together. He let out a breath of relief as he had lost his hungry predator. And got up, ignoring his pain in favour of finding shelter for the night.

[...]

Tommy was doing just fine, at least for a while. His wing was still injured but he was able to find some food and a small shelter, it wasn’t much but enough for the time being. And he still hadn’t encountered the harpy that had hunted him down.

He wondered if he had imagined the entire thing, he feared clinging to him as he was completely fine despite his broken wing, he had even survived 2 whole days without even spotting a harpy. Perhaps he was safe.

That was what he wished he could believe before finding said harpy that day, right next to a ledge of a mountain. It wasn’t as high as the others he had seen, compared to the one that Niki had told him about.

But the second he looked down, it was higher than anything he had ever seen, even bigger than the slope that had broken his wing. He was dangerously close to falling, one more step and he’d fall.

The harpy only seemed to coo at him, dangerously looming over him with a look of hunger on his face. It pitied Tommy, inevitable of his fate. It had been 2 days since he’d seen the harpy, no doubt it’d be hungry.

Tommy only closed his eyes, he’d rather fall than become some demon’s food. He took a step back and the solid ground left from under his feet. His survival instincts kicked in, flaring open his wings in hopes of gliding softly to the ground.

It only caused panic as he let out a hoarse scream, unbearable pain as tears fled from his eyes, only to leave his face due to the gravity. It was only then Tommy realized what he’d done, sealing his fate. 

In fear, he attempted to cling onto anything nearby. It only failed, nothing to slow his fall. He looked up, only to see the harpy’s claw approaching him. There was no way of fleeing the creature now, he was as good as dead.

“Fuck off!”, he screamed. Despite it doing nothing to stop his fall nor the harpy’s attempt at grabbing him. He wondered how long it’d take him to hit the ground, anything to not be caught by the dangerous creature that had dove after him.

It felt like it was taking a million years, is this what had happened to Niki? He questioned as he closed his eyes, feeling something solid around him that stopped his fall. It wasn’t the ground as he felt a sharp nail dig into his back, it was the harpies claw.

It was then he realized how tired he was, black dots in his vision. He wanted to fight, squirm out of the harpy’s claws. He could only push against the grip before giving up. He swore he could’ve heard the harpy coo at him yet again.

[...]

And that was the story of how he had met his family! 

It turned out the harpy had been hunting him, trying to eat him. Was actually only trying to help him, but he had kept running. Like an fucking idiot.

After he had lost consciousness, the harpy had taken him back to its home or ‘nest’ as they said. The harpies consisted of 3, not including him. Wilbur was the youngest harpy, he and Tommy managed to get along well enough, to a point where they considered themselves brothers before Tommy had joined the family.

There was Techno, the intimidating one. Techno was known for his intimidation and lack of trust for others, but eventually, he opened up as Tommy joined the family. Then there was the one harpy who had hunted him down for days.

Phil, the one who had been worried about him for days after Phil had lost him. According to Wilbur, he panicked to all hell knowing there was a tiny fledgling roaming the dangerous woods. It was funny to think about now that he was familiar with everyone.

The family had taken him in and treated his wing, it took a while for Tommy to trust them. Sometimes they still scare him but he still considers them family, after all besides Niki, they were the only family he’d ever known.

Speaking of Niki, it turned out she was a friend of Wilbur's. Who assured him that she was just fine, that she had started a new bakery in a nearby colony and could visit anytime he wished, and it was wonderful to see his older sister again.

His wing was fully recovered as well, able to glide around like he used to. His family had even tried teaching him to fly; it worked a bit. He could fly a few inches above the ground before he was too heavy for his wings to handle.

The undercity used to be his home, but now he had a new one. One with people who cared about him took care of him and loved him. The first time he had gotten a hug from the entire family was a day he’d never forget.

He’d noticed something in particular lately though, something strange. Phil had been acting a bit off the past couple of days. Every time he’d look at Tommy, his eyes would dilate with a peculiar look on his face before shaking his head and replacing it with an uneasy smile.

He had asked Wilbur and Techno about the entire thing, they assured him that Phil would be fine and get over it, and told him not to worry about the entire thing but it didn’t do much to quell his worries.

He wanted to see for himself.

The door to Phil’s room had remained locked a majority of the time, but Tommy had learnt a couple of tricks when living with the harpies. He was able to make tools using clips and pins which helped a lot when exploring the house-cave thing.

Not only that but some tunnels were sprawled out all across the cave, meaning he could enter almost every room without needing to open a door. So, he could check up on Phil at any moment.

He traversed through the tunnels for a while before eventually stumbling upon Phil’s room. Inside lay Phil, sprawled on his bed, surrounded by all forms of comfortable bedding. Though, he didn’t appear comfortable.

He looked restless as he rolled back and forth, his hands covering his face rather tightly, his claws that almost looked to be digging into his face. Phil definitely wasn’t doing too good by Tommy’s means.

He wanted to help.

“Phil?”, he called out to his father. Phil had sat up in an instant, his eyes scanning for Tommy before landing on him. He sat there, eyes dilated for a moment. Before snapping himself off a trance, getting out of bed to stand up.

“Tommy, mate. You shouldn’t be in here, didn’t Wilbur or Techno tell you otherwise?”, he gently scooped up Tommy into one of his claws before turning the other to open the door. 

“Phil! Wait- I- I’m sorry- I was just worried. You’ve been acting strangely for days now and Wilbur or Techno won’t answer me when I ask, I had to check on you for myself.”, he held onto what he believed to be his father’s equivalent of a thumb.

Phil let out a coo, before bringing Tommy close to his face. He reached out for Phil’s nose like he usually did, a form of a hug due to the difference in size. He leaned in and nuzzled his father’s nose, hoping for comfort.

He received comfort, yet Phil had begun to sniff him. It wasn’t unusual for the harpy to do so but he seemed to be sniffing Tommy much more than he usually would’ve. He found it rather weird, deciding to question his father about it.

“Phil, you okay there buddy?”, he received no response from his father. Phil only pulled him away from his nose, confused Tommy attempted to question his father again, much louder than before.

Phil had brought him closer towards his mouth, which wasn’t that unusual either as his family would give him kisses goodnight at times. Though, it wasn’t a kiss. Phil was drooling, barely able to contain the saliva in his mouth.

He panicked for a second, thinking Phil had decided to eat him. Which wasn’t entirely incorrect but it wasn’t in the same way he’d believed it to be. Typically, Harpies had small pouches for transporting young or keeping them safe from danger.

It was also a thing that harpies could occasionally store young as forms of bonding, Wilbur had told him about it before. It was then he realized that Phil had been attempting to avoid his instincts.

After the whole incident in which the two met, the fear of being eaten. It wasn’t a light topic for a while until Wilbur had explained it to him, now understanding it was natural for a harpy to protect their young.

Phil had been attempting not to scare him as he did all that time ago, which only flooded him with guilt. The harpy had given him a light lick before pulling away, shock in his eyes as if he’d done something horrible.

“Oh lord prime- Toms- I’m so sorry”, he began to profusely apologize. He had gently wiped off the saliva as he apologized,  Tommy attempted to grab his attention and calm him but his father was far too panicked.

Phil had brought him back towards his face, where he seemed to be struggling to hold himself together at that point. Only then did he have his father’s attention, “Dad!- It’s fine! Really! Wilbur told me about this sort of thing! It’s fine!”.

His father had a questionable look on his face before turning to relief, after that he wasn't too keen on holding back on his instincts. He only let out a sigh of relief before his father licked him again.

It certainly felt strange being covered in saliva, but it wasn’t inheritably uncomfortable by any means. It was then Phil parted his jaws, sharp fangs on display that could easily chomp on him. But he only relaxed, allowing Phil to gently place him on his tongue.

He remained motionless, kind of shocked that he was indeed on his father’s tongue before relaxing, knowing he was safe. He relaxed on the tongue before Phil began to lick at him again. He couldn’t help but let out a laugh as it tickled him.

Now coated in saliva, Phil pinned him to the top of his mouth and swallowed the remaining saliva in his mouth. Tommy was unpinned from the top of Phil’s mouth as his father tilted back his head.

And swallowed.

His throat was tight, he was barely able to move as his wings were pinned against his back. As he descended, he felt an oncoming headache as he passed by the beating of his father’s heart. And eventually, he fell into a much more open space.

He stilled for a moment, before snapping out of his trance as the pouch had begun to push against him, hearing his father coo at him worriedly. “I’m okay! Don’t worry!”, he pressured eased slightly but remained as it turned to a rubbing motion against him.

He leaned into it as he realized his father was attempting to soothe him, only for the pouch to begin to vibrate. Hearing his father purr, he relaxed and leaned closer to his father's hand as he drifted off into sleep.

Phil’s purrs only continued as he went back to bed, covered in blankets as his hands laid protectively over his stomach for his small fledgeling.

[wendy130]

Hi! This is my first time really sending you an ask dhdbchdhc im very excited lol. Maybe for a small prompt (i don’t know if you have like a way to know if prompts are closed and if they are I’m very sorry!!), some T!Dream and G!George noms?👀 I see quite a bit of G!Dream and T!george noms but not much reversed. You can do whatever you’d like with this, but if you get stuck on ideas, possibly a protection scenario :)

//Dude, you’re so valid; I love this. Tiny!Dream and G!George pog. I was going to include nomfs, however the way I wrote this made it hard to include them. So this story will not have noms.

//Perhaps if I can think of a good scenario, I’ll try this again. (Or someone can give me a specific scenario too. My inbox is now open so :) )

//Edited / Unedited

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He hated thunderstorms. Dream shivered, covering his ears with his hands as another crash of thunder rang around him, and the house shuddered around him. He shivered as the cold air around him embraced his small form; he hated days like this.

Rain was a wonderous thing. It can give birth to newborn flora, shaping them into the giant trees that tower over his world. It can quench even the hungriest fires, flood the soil until it’s nothing but a sludge-like version of its past self, or simply lend a soft melody to fall asleep to.

But it can also take away those things, becoming a raging horror to young plants and ripping away their breath of life. It can drown the small beings like him, crushing ants with a single drop, or stray a straggling soul to death. For him, it would surely suffocate the last bit of life in him.

He came to a daunting realization. He didn’t want to be alone right now. How was he supposed to find comfort, though? No other borrowers lived here, and the only soul nearby was George. He frowned, he couldn’t really go to the human, right?

The few times he’d had interacted with the clumsy human were brief, and he wasn’t even sure he could trust the other male. George was pleasant at first glance, yet no borrower could ever be completely certain with trusting the other species.

Dream almost screamed as another loud boom shattered the quiet pitter-patter of rain outside.

He decided he’d take his chances with the human.

Running through the dusty tunnels, he flinched at every creak of the surrounding grime-covered walls, imagining thousands of inky black arms reaching out to grab him and drag him back into the shadows. By the time he had reached his hidden door hatch, his body was racked with heavy breathing and tears brimmed the edges of his vision.

He threw open the small door and stumbled out. Throwing his head up, he looked at his surroundings. It was the human’s room. The room was incredibly clean, which was surprising considering the human was one of the inept beings he’d met. He stared at the bed which laid in the center of the room, seeing that a leg was draped on the side of the giant mattress.

Now or never.

He took a deep breath, “GEORGE,” he yelled. He nervously watched as the leg twitched, and soon another leg swung to lay next to the other. He flattened himself against the wall he had come from as the human came closer to kneel in front of him. He hesitantly peered up at the human to see the male was rubbing at their eyes.

“Yeah...?” the sleepy voice mumbled from above, “whaddya need?”

He gulped, “I- well...” he suddenly felt very meek. His legs shook, and a heavy weight formed in his stomach as he looked up at the human. They were so tall compared to his tiny figure. George could hold so much power over him if the giant really wanted to, and he wouldn’t have to even use that much force to pin him to the ground. His breath became uneven and quickened in pace, “I- uh, if it’s p-possible...” This was a bad idea. This was a really bad idea. Why did he force himself to do this? The human was going to-

“If what’s possible?” George inquired, cutting off Dream’s spirling thoughts. He took another deep breath in, steadying himself for the upcoming rejection,

“Is... would it... I don-” another thunderbolt cut off his sentence, and he shrieked at the loudness, covering his ears. It was so much louder out here.

George stared at his quivering form with a small, mellow frown, “is it the thunder?” the giant quietly asked. Dream could only timidly nod, his hands still covering his ears. George sighed, and Dream flinched back, waiting for the giant to refuse. His breath caught in his throat as two large hands approached his shivering form before pausing,

The human quietly hummed, “may I?” Dream’s wide, fearful eyes met with the calm, blue of the giant’s, searching for any ill intent. He had never been in the human’s hands, only once, and that was when they had first met. He warily looked back at George’s hands before glancing up at George’s face again, almost expecting him to be maliciously grinning back at him. He was only met with a patient stare.

He nodded slowly.

George’s hand gently scooped Dream’s tiny form up, bringing the tiny towards his chest. Almost instinctively, Dream clutched onto the soft, blue fabric for some type of comfort. He shakily breathed in, and a musky stench from the human’s shirt filled his senses, making him feel drowsy.

He vaguely feels the human get up and move somewhere, but he’s too tired to really focus on anything. He’s too dizzy to think straight, and the warmth bleeding off of the human’s chest, and their hands barely do anything to keep his eyes from fluttering shut. The smell of the human’s clothes brings back familiar memories of people he might have know when he was younger but have now simply faded into fuzzy memories.

His head lolls to the side as he drifts off to sleep, and he barely feels the weight of a hand resting on his back, nor the sound of George’s snores.

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[cr0g-0]

:D Monster Candy and Snake Surprise Update!!

Hey howdy hey folks!! So I'm very happy and proud and generally excited to announce that Snake Surprise and Monster Candy will both be getting some very necessary and very needed updates! A design for Naga Tommy and two busts of Techno and Wilbur for Snake surprise will be done along with (hopefully 2) a new chapter! Monster Candy on the other hand will be getting maybe get some revamping of past works while also maybe getting some new ones!!! I do honestly and truly hope you all are as excited as I!

[nompunhere]

i was wondering what do you think about pale lurker vore?

*stares intently at this ask for 5 minutes* I.. I mean. Uh. We don't really know much about her-? Okay wait no I got ideas now gimme a sec

maybe she was wandering around for a while before she ended up in the little spot she has. G/od T/amer found her lost among the drifts of ash and tried to bring her back, but PL wasn't having it, so GT had to catch her and use her beast to keep her contained until they got to the colosseum

and then later on, if you want another scenario with her, a tiny Ghost goes to fight her but instead of running away and throwing spikes at them, she goes "ooo new shiny thing *nomf*"

but yeah, idk. limited canon information to work with, and I haven't seen much fanon about her either

[jadipose]

OMPF. NOMF. GULP. ahh... you eat your heart out, and soon, there's not a single trace of that army left. it's like they weren't even here in the first place. national guard? what national guard?

the last so+ldier's pillo+wy cake bo+dy slides into+ my stretched-feeling sto+mach and I gro+an deeply, slumping against the side o+f a building again as I sink to+ my knees. that little army must have been a who+le cake o+n its o+wn, and it wasn't my first bite... but my belly gurgles pleasantly under my hand, seemingly so+ pleased at the gro+ss mass o+f calo+ries filling it o+ut into+ my lap. I serio+usly haven't felt this full in mo+nths, and I don't think I've felt this unco+ntro+llaby snackish in.... ever. It's no+t eno+ugh, I've still go+t ro+o+m fo+r mo+re. Tho+se canno+ns are alright, but they're no+t what I really crave....

[tremendousmothergoat]

❌ for Alphys and Undyne

Sitting at Toriel’s kitchen table, the three were in good spirits! Toriel on her third bottle of wine, Undyne telling stories, and Alphys blushing as Toriel drunkenly hugged the lizard girl into her side. The goatmom really didn’t seem to notice she was smushing Alphys’s face into the side of her boob every time she squeezed! Not that Alphys minded being so close to the goatmom, though..

“I’m telling ya, Toriel, it was four, no, FIVE guys that came after me, and I trounced ‘em all! There’s not a soldier stronger than me!” Undyne pulled up her sleeve and flexed, just to show off, which only Alphys really noticed. “There’s more power in these punchers anyone could ever imagine!”

“You might have, power,” Toriel hiccuped, snickering over the table at Undyne. “But I cannot imagine you’ve got the strongesht muscles around, Undyne! I bet I could...” She looked down at Alphys, who froze up. What on earth was that look in the goatmom’s eyes? Mischief? Lust? Makeout time? Toriel got a wide grin on her face.

“Tug of war!” she declared, and opened wide, mouthing over Alphys’s head and shoulders in one big, sloppy chomp! Undyne stared in horror as her girlfriend squealed in panic, helpless to do anything as the goatmom nomfed down around her waist.. Toriel sat forward with a dopey grin, offering Alphys’s kicking, flailing feet across the table, and Undyne got the picture. This was hardly the way to go about it, but all she had to do was reach out and grab Alphys’s ankles, give her a tug-

“Woah!!” Undyne was jerked forward as Toriel swallowed, dragging the fish forward while Alphys slid another foot down her throat. Bracing herself against the table, Undyne tugged with all her might, but only managed to get a few inches of her girlfriend back! Her heart was pounding as Alphys’s yelling grew louder, more frantic. “O-okay Toriel, you made your point, I don’t-”

Toriel swallowed again, not even paying attention, and Undyne held on tight to her girlfriend’s ankles as they slid to the back of the goatmom’s tongue. “Toriel! Stoppit! This isn’t funny anymore-” And another rolling gulp sucked Alphys’s feet down, with Undyne’s hands around her ankles.. The breath caught in Undyne’s throat as she realized that she was now in a very dangerous spot. And Toriel, upon feeling the new taste in her mouth, was....drooling even more. “T-toriel....” was all Undyne could manage.

Reaching forward, Toriel swallowed hard as she pulled Undyne in closer, almost purring at the delicious fish taste on her tongue! Undyne’s squirms were as useless as her attempts to pull Alphys out from a goatmom’s gullet, and soon enough, Toriel was sitting back in her chair, swallowing down Undyne’s thin, kicking legs, and patting her stomach as it filled out with the both of them.

“BWHUUUUUUUUURP! Shee, arms are not everything, my child! More muscles in my throat than in yer....yer...” Toriel was already distracting herself with feeling over her stomach, starting to huff with delight as she ran her hands over the muted bulges pushing through the pudge.. Lifting it up from underneath, she dropped it with a heavy gworsh, and sighed. “Hey, heresh another idea.. Challenge round! Think yer stronger than my belly...?” Standing up from the table, the goatmom started waddling her way to the bedroom, still playing with her oversized stomach. As digestive gurgles and glorps started to drift out from her belly, the screams and wiggling inside her grew.. But all they did was make her belch.

(Bad End: Tipsy Tug-Of-War)