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[wrath-beyond-reckoning]

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Chance Encounters (are what keep us going) by Viokaea

Dream SMP - Technoblade-Centric - Space Fic

Summary:

Techno slammed his fists against the transparent wall of his prison, trying his best to break it down. His captors backed up, whistling anxiously to each other. He gave the barrier another loud crack, delightedly watching as they scrambled away in abject terror. Nodding in satisfaction, he turned around to meet the eyes of two other prisoners that had been thrown into his cell. He froze. Right. There were now aliens in his cell. And he probably just scared the hell out of them.   Or: Humans are a dangerous race feared by all on an intergalactic scale. Techno, a human ex-soldier that was abducted by aliens 18 months ago, is biding his time in captivity. This changes when two young aliens are sent into his cell to die.

Published: 2023-06-01 Completed:2023-08-01 Words: 70,785 Chapters: 13/13

Read: 2023-09-23

Notes: Really enjoyed this one lots of effort and lots of fun! The action scenes are enticing and well paced loved the descriptors used in this one

[arginnit]

fanart for the most recent chapter of heros vigilantes villains and tommyinnits side

really cool fic really recomend ^^

wawy look at that

[deadqueerboys]

Drunk - Tommy x Male! Reader part two.

Part one.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

He grabbed Tommy's hand, making he hold M/n's head in place as he kneel down and started to wrap his mouth around his cock. He could feel Tommy was hard, so intense, and turned on. It made M/n moan around the length. He goes all the way down, which isn't much. Tommy has a medium piece, but it's also kinda fat. It fills M/n's throat. Incredibly, he doesn't choke.

Tommy grabs wine bottle who they were drinking from, taking a sip and choking on the liquid, but he kept drinking. He doesn't want to remember this. It feels like a crime. He's cheating on the best girl he ever had! But wow, M/n makes it seem so good and innocent. A guilty shiver runs on his spine, and he feels the urge to speak.

"Hey, hey.. could you.." He whimpers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Tommy sighs, feeling more relaxed when M/n goes up and dowm on his dick. His hips are bucking up, reaching for pleasure. His hands and legs were shaking, and he couldn't even stand up. It was too much.. "M/n.. kiss me. Kiss me." He repeats himself over and over again. He was so needy and desperate, all of the guilty disappearing from his mind.

M/n takes the cock out of his mouth, spreading kisses around the base of his cock and his tip. He comes up taking Tommy's shirt off, finally seeing how his chest looks like it's hairy in some parts, but of course, in a good way. He wraps his arms around his body, sucking and biting on his nipple.

"What the- no! No!" He's gasping for air, grabbing his own dick and stroking it instead. He feels almost close. The sexual tension he was feeling was almost released. He begs to M/n stop, or else he would really cum right now and on M/n's clothes. He takes one more sip from the wine, and a crazy idea crosses his mind. Tommy grabs M/n's hair, pushing his head away from his nipples. He smirks, splitting on his mouth. "Take your clothes off." He orders.

With some compliments, M/n takes his clothes off, throwing his shirt away and putting his pants down just enough so Tommy could see his cock. But this wasn't what he wanted. He gets down from the counter, grabbing M/n's waist from behind. He smirks, slowly introducing his cock inside M/n's hole.

"Love.. it feels so good." Tommy whispers, kissing his back and unconsciously claming M/n as his. He smiles, resting his head on M/n's shoulder. He lazily trusts inside him, his cock disappearing inside the other's man body. He can hear a moan when he reaches a specific place, he found his pleasure point. So he goes faster, both of them moaning and being loud.

"You.. fucking brat." M/n moans, his voice lower than the usual, closing his eyes with pleasure. He masturbates himself, pressed against the wall of the kitchen. He humps on it, pretending he's the one in control, which he's not. He can feel himself being pushed to the edge, Tommy is certainly good in what he's doing. He wonders if he ever made his girlfriend feel this good.

And suddenly, it all turns out to be about what they were discussing. But Tommy wasn't mad, no. In fact, that was the first time someone ever called him like this, and it turned him on. He smirks evilly, slapping M/n's ass and going deeper inside him. He fucks him dumb and drunkly, the neighbors are probably sending a complain about the noise. For the first time, Tommy doesn't feel like a freak for putting all of his kinks on someone. It was like heaven for inappropriate sex.

"Said the one receiving dick. Shut the fuck up, babe." He can't stop calling M/n by nicknames, he's addicted to him. He's tight and probably a virgin, the though of being his first one makes him feel like a monster, but it's also so good. He slaps M/n once again, hearing another moan.

They were both overstimulated, so it doesn't take long until Tommy cums inside M/n, which drives the other to his end up. He can feel his legs getting tired before he cums. They take a moment, both in silence while he still inside him, gasping for air and whimpering with the stimulation. Tommy takes it out of M/n's hole, cum dripping from it and falling on the nasty floor.

In silence, they put their clothes back on. M/n feels the urge to speak, but nothing comes out. He takes the wine bottle and puts in the two glasses again, his hand shaking as the liquid falls from it. He offers the glass to Tommy, taking a sip from his own.

"We.. it will be our secret, right?" Tom asks, his voice shy and afraid. He couldn't handle the fear of being exposed to his fans or to his friends as a gay cheater. It would be bad for every single bisexual person, even more than what it already is. "Not that you have to, you can tell her, I wouldn't take your reason.."

M/n looks down and then up again. He caresses Tommy's cheek with his thumb before giving him a small kiss. "Our secret sounds fine."

Tommy smiles, finally drinking the wine again. His chest feels less heavy. But again, they were drunk. They probably won't remember this by the morning, or maybe just some flashbacks from how the kiss felt.

[therealwaffleking]

[somebodyminecrafyidk]

[What Could Have Been]

After the unfortunate reveal of what kind of person Wilbursoot was, I was unsure whether or not to post this, but I've decided to. Here is my outline for the beginning of a fanfic I was writing...

Note: Everything under the cut was written before Wilbur was exposed for being an abuser, as well as some of the tags

A Modern-Vampire!AU involving SBI and a few other people.

Techno is an aspiring writer that recently moved into a very... low quality aparment. He's taken note of the number of bats that fly around the neighborhood and has developed a habit many people in his apartment complex have; feeding fruit to the bats that hang out around his place.

The place is pretty chill. Techno works at this nice Café. (Whether it's Niki's or not is up to you.) He's developed a small rivalry with this random kid who pesters him for food all the time. Techno usually shares his lunch with the kid. (Techno admits the kid is pretty cute with his squid themed. backpack and hoodie)

Anyway, Techno is doing well, he's adjusting to the neighborhood, his boss is pretty nice, and he even has the free time to write his second novel now.

Time passes and Techno has fully adjusted to the place, getting comfortable until... Tommy shows up! Tommy is a fledgling vampire who recently was given the freedom of going out. (As long as one of the other coven members are with him.)

One day while out, Tommy gets distracted and wanders off, loseing his caretaker of the night. This leads to Tommy getting lost and ariving at an old apartment complex. The place has bat boxes and Tommy prepares to spend the day in one to hide from the sun.

While trying to hide from the sun in his bat form, Tommy finds this weird guy with shitty pink hair who's been trying to lure him inside with grapes. (Techno sees a small pup without it's mother desperately hiding in his very old and falling apart bat box.)

Eventually Techno gets the pup inside, wrapping him up in a soft baby blanket and putting him in a shoe box with a warming pad.

Tommy is scared and confused by the actions of this random human... but he quite likes the warm box he's been put in... it's not his fault if he fell asleep!

Across the city is a frantic Wilbur trying to find his missing brother who disappeared after he looked away for a second! Okay, maybe he was staring at that pretty human running the nearby record store but Tommy had been right there beside him!

Wilbur and the rest of the coven desperately searches for Tommy before being forced to take refuge from the sun indoors.

I'm unsure of what happens next but Tommy eventually makes his way back and is promptly grounded and forced to stay indoors. The only problem is that... Tommy has imprinted on Techno during his time with him and begins sneaking out to hang out with Techno. (Techno is relieved that the little bat he helped was doing well!)

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Stranger’s Blood Turns to Ashes

Last minute gift for @blocky-tides for the @mcyt-drabble-exchange I accidentally posted to the wrong blog at first sorry guys

Summary: Niki has just been changed to a vampire, her hunger leads her to do something horrible, but she has people in her corner to help her pick up the pieces

Warning: Blood, Depiction of the killed person, Vampire, and Panic.

Blood.

That's all Niki could taste. Stale iron coated her tongue. Should she scream? Could she? She panted, blood dripping down her chin, pooling onto the corpse below. A corpse she made.

She did THAT.

SHE HAD KILLED HIM!

The neck was fully ripped out, blood flowing from the severed veins like a river, joining the current around the body. Niki must have stared at the mess for what seemed like years before she finally turned and ran. She covered her mouth keeping the blood there, and trying to ignore the fangs that brushed her blood-soaked hands.

She took their blood, and her stomach twisted and turned at the idea of the blood there. Wanting the blood to flow down her throat to quell her unrelenting appetite. She didn't want to. She didn't want that.

Niki couldn't stop.

She wouldn't, she just.

She fell. Choking on the blood in her mouth that made it down her throat on impacted as she gasped out. Niki twisted around from her spot on the ground to look at the reason for her trip.

Meeting eyes as red as the blood covering her shirt. She wanted to scream but choked on the blood and the feeling of safety.

The assailant reached out taking Niki's arm, she flailed for a second before they spoke her name.

"Hey Niki," Tommy greeted with a smile, so soft and kind, Niki almost overlooked the fangs replacing the normal canines.

"Tom-" Niki attempted to croak out but ended up in a coughing fit, that Tommy patiently waited through, holding her hand as she calmed down. He sat by the newly turned vampire, and soon tears flowed from Niki at the realization that she was turned, and now she couldn't live a normal life. Forever doomed to shadows and blood.

"We'll help you," Bagi spoke as she appeared from the shadows lining the alleyway. "I promise little bunny, we've got you." Niki couldn't help as the tears kept flowing, the familiar pet name doing nothing but reminding the newly turned fledgling, of the life that would never be the same. Tommy gently helped her to her feet, dripping his jacket over the sobbing vampire, holding her hand, as Bagi led them away from the alleyway. Away from the corpse, from the blood littering the walls, from the clean-licked bones. From everything Niki ever knew, everyone she knew, from her life.

[cloverlilly91]

DAY 3

VERY EXCITED

Giggling sm I love this

Ship is: Witch! Tommy x Ranboo (Yes I'm mentally ill)

NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINORS. THIS IS ALSO ENTIRELY CHARACTERS, NOT CONTENT CREATORS. IF YOU SHIP CONTENT CREATORS THAT CARENT ALREADY TOGETHER (looking at you, rainduo shippers.) TOUCH GRASS

ANYWAYS ENJOYYYYYYYY

taglist: @lillyspeakz @simpburtheloser

Snipping the dried rose buds off their stems, Tommy hummed happily picked up the dried apple seeds and placed them into the pot of boiling water. He dropped the dried rose buds into the water, sprinkling some rosemary and chamomile in after it. Tom picked up a spoon and stirred the tea, closing his eyes as he moved the spoon clockwise. He giggled a bit as he got a mug and a strainer, pouring the tea into the mug through the strainer. Tommy added some sugar and hummed as he walked to the living room, where Ranboo was. "Tea's done!" Tommy exclaimed, setting it on the coffee table.

Tommy perked up and smiled, sitting up and quickly taking the mug, taking a small sip "Ow," he winced, putting the mug down and sticking his tongue out. "Burned yourself?" Tommy asked, a teasing smile on his face. "Oh, shut up," Ranboo said playfully, pulling Tommy close and cuddling him. Tommy rolled his eyes. "Not my fault you're an idiot," he teased. "Hey!" Ranboo said, feigning annoyance. Tommy laughed and got up. "I'm gonna go get ready for bed, you drink your tea and meet me there, yeah?" he said, kissing Ranboo's neck before walking away. Ranboo shuddered, his tail wagging softly as he watched Tommy leave.

Closing the door, Tommy giggled a bit as he made his way to the closet, rifling through it until he found what he was looking for. He put it on, making sure he looked presentable and hoping the potion had worked.

Back in the living room, Ranboo's thoughts had started to wander, thinking of Tommy bent over a table or desk, moaning out his name and-

Shaking his head, Ranboo blushed and picked up his mug, sipping on his now-warm tea. He whined softly, feeling that his pants felt a bit too tight around his crotch. He reached a hand down, gently palming himself as his thoughts kept wandering to Tommy, bucking his hips up to meet his touch, imagining it was Tommy touching him.

Finishing his tea, Ranboo placed his mug in the sink and tied his sweater around his hips, hoping it would hide his hard-on. Walking into his and Tommy's room, his eyes fell on Tommy's (barely clothed) body. The blonde was lying in bed, on his stomach, scrolling through his phone in lingerie that accented and complimented every curve and dips on his body, his wings spread out. "You bitch," Ranboo muttered, his pants suddenly feeling too tight for comfort. Tommy looked over, smirking when he saw his boyfriend. "Awww, what's wrong Boo? I thought you'd like this," he teased, putting his phone away and spreading his legs slightly. Ranboo bit his lip, staring at Tommy's ass before looking away "You put something in my tea, didn't you," he said, blushing profusely.

"Maaaaaybeeeeee"

"Fucking hell I hate you."

"Love you too Boo."

Ranboo's tail wagged as he walked over to Tommy, gently pinning him down to the bed and softly kissing him. Tommy kissed him back, humming softly as a smile spread across his face. He slipped a hand under the waistband of Ranboo's pants and boxers, softly squeezing his length. Ranboo whined and bucked his hips into Tommy's hand. "You bitch..." he mumbled. "Not my fault you're desperate," Tommy teased. "It is your fault," Ranboo huffed. "True," Tommy remarked.

Ranboo hooked his finger on the waistband of Tommy's clothes, gently tugging. "Please?" He whispered, looking up at Tommy. Tommy chuckled and nodded. "Go ahead baby," he said, pulling Ranboo into a kiss as the taller undressed the both of them.

"Fuck, you're so pretty..." Ranboo murmured, gently caressing Tommy's thigh. Teasingly, the blonde spread his legs, showing the butt plug he was wearing, a shiny purple jewel on the base. Ranboo's tail wagged at the sight, and he slowly pulled the toy out. Tommy whined, and Ranboo began to kiss down Tommy's chest and stomach, eventually reaching his crotch. He kissed the tip of his length, leaning his head down to kiss Tommy's puckered hole. "Fuck," Tommy whimpered, making Ranboo giggle. "You're so sensitive, baby," he teased, slipping his tongue into his hole. Tommy whined, grinding into Ranboo's face slightly. Ranboo began eating Tommy out, expertly flicking his tongue in and out and tightly gripping Tommy's hips.

"Fuck me!" Tommy pleaded, gripping tightly onto Ranboo's hair. "Ask nicely," Ranboo teased, pulling away and pressing the tip of his dick against Tommy's hole. The smaller whined, bucking his hips to meet Ranboo's touch. "Please, please, I'll be a good boy. Please, just fuck me!" Tommy begged, his wings flaring slightly. "Patience dove," Ranboo chuckled, looking down at him. "You feel this, dove?" He asked, gently pushing into Tommy. "This is about to go inside you. I'm about to claim you because you can't seem to understand you just have to ask me to fuck you instead of making me horny."

"I'm sorry," Tommy whined, bucking his hips slightly. "Apology accepted," Ranboo purred, slowly pushing into the smaller. Ranboo's size made Tommy wince slightly, watching as Ranboo sank into him, inch by inch. "Fuck..." he whimpered, eyes wide and wings fluttering. "Fuck, you're so tight," Ranboo muttered, gently pressing the bulge on Tommy's stomach, making them both moan softly.

Ranboo bucked his hips, starting to fuck into Tommy and towering over him. Despite Ranboo's usual gentleness, Tommy knew Ranboo could hurt if he wanted or was asked to. And that thought turned him on even more. He clenched around boo, tucking his wings in and covering his mouth. "Awww, that's not nice," Ranboo pouted. "You get me all riled up, and now you won't let me hear your pretty voice?"

"Gonna have to earn it, big man," Tommy teased, stifling moans as ranboo picked up the pace. "Well then, in that case, you're gonna have to beg me to stop fucking you," Ranboo whispered, his tail wagging at the idea of having Tommy a writhing, whining, pleading mess under him. Tommy on the other hand, was a bit scared. Not because he thought ranboo would hurt him, but because he knew damn well his partner could go for hours if he was determined enough. "W-wait, Boo we can talk- fuck!" Tommy started, being cut off as Ranboo thrust deeper into him, his dick hitting spots that made Tommy's eyes roll back into his head.

Tommy wrapped his arms and legs around Ranboo, pulling him closer as he did his best to muffle his voice. "Good boy Tommy, taking me so well," Ranboo whispered, making Tommy clench around him. "Close, close, close, so fucking close," Tommy whimpered. Right before he could reach the peak of ecstasy though, Ranboo pulled out. "Wait, no!" Tommy whined. "You gotta earn it Toms," Ranboo teased, grinning at the smaller. "Fuck you!" Tommy groaned, flopping down on the bed. "You wish," Ranboo snorted, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Tommy's cock and making the smaller gasp.

"Fucking- Could've warned me, arsehole!" Tommy said, but he didn't push him away. "Sorry," Ranboo said sheepishly, kissing Tommy's neck and slipping back into him.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Scream

“Tommy! Tommy, wake up!”

Tommy’s eyes fling open as a gasp looses from his throat. “What the- G-Ghost- hey, stop-!”

“Are you okay, Tommy?” Ghostbur leans closer, and his eyes are all… they’re all big and sad looking. And he’s too close, he’s just… he’s too close.

Tommy rises to a sitting position, ignoring the way his head goes all spinny as he slides away. “Stop, please. I don’t- just stay there.”

Ghostbur freezes. “Okay.”

“Not like-“ Tommy groans, tearing a hand through his hair. “You don’t have to go still like that, man. Just, like… don’t come any closer. I don’t want…”

Ghostbur’s eyes widen even further, and he nods. “Oh, okay! That makes more sense.”

Tommy sighs—or groans—or shouts—something. He runs both of his hands through his hair, and he can feel some strands being pulled out by their roots. He could go bald like this, if he keeps pulling. He could look like Jack Manifold.

Tommy pulls his hands away. He balls them into fists and digs them against his blanket. His blanket is pretty wrinkly, all jumbled and uneven. Still soft, though. Warm.

“Tommy?” Ghostbur’s voice is small and croaky, and Tommy lifts his head up to stare at him. Ghostbur looks… scared. “What happened?”

“What- what do you mean?” Tommy shifts, reaching his hands behind him to make sure his pillow is still here. It is. That’s warm, too. “I was sleeping and then you woke me up. Why’d you do that? You made me all stressed and wind-uppy, like a toy that claps its hands together. Like one of those loud music monkeys. You made me into a loud music monkey, Ghostbur.”

Ghostbur opens and closes his mouth. “Do you have memory problems, Tommy?”

“What? No, why would you… I can remember things- I’ve got a good memory! I’ve got a great memory, Ghostbur! I’m not all messed up in the head like you and Ranboo! I’m better than that!”

Ghostbur gives a slight shake of his head. “But you don’t remember what happened a few minutes ago.”

“I don’t…” Now Tommy is the one who opens and closes his mouth, stunned speechless. “Ghostbur, what- what happened a few minutes ago?”

Ghostbur’s eyes get big again, and weirdly shiny. “You were screaming.”

Tommy’s heart drops inside his chest. “I was?”

Ghostbur nods. “I was sitting at the front of the tent and then I heard you start screaming. And when I went over to you, I saw that you were still asleep. Your eyes were closed.” He looks down at the ground. “You didn’t look very asleep, though.”

Tommy’s heart pounds. Screaming? He was screaming? In his sleep? No, surely… surely he wasn’t. Surely he wasn’t. He wouldn’t do that. He’s never done that. Has he?

“Why would I scream in my sleep?” Tommy only realizes that he’s spoken that aloud after he’s done so, and his face burns red.

Ghostbur continues staring at the ground. “Maybe you were having a nightmare.”

A nightmare.

Something begins to tug at Tommy’s mind; a sound, maybe. Feet hitting the ground, hard. Sand. Someone-

Someone was laughing. Tommy was running away. He was running away so fast. He was getting- he thought he was getting away, but he wasn’t getting away. He wasn’t getting away at all.

"Tommy?" Ghostbur whispers, loudly, leaning himself a little bit closer. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Tommy nods before he realizes that he’s nodding. “Yeah. I think- I think I did, Ghostbur.”

Tommy doesn’t like this. He doesn’t like the way his heart pounds in his ears—that’s not where hearts live—and he doesn’t like how loud it is—hearts are not supposed to be this loud. His skin feels cold and wet and sticky, and he doesn’t like that either. He doesn’t… feel right. Nothing feels right.

All of a sudden he becomes aware of something right next to him, and Tommy jerks his head up, finding Ghostbur sitting on his bed, maybe a foot away. Ghostbur’s eyes are dark in the night.

“Tommy?”

Tommy lifts his chin. When he speaks, his voice comes out all croaky, like Ghostbur’s. “Yeah?”

“Would you like a hug?”

No. Tommy doesn’t want a hug. He wants to get out of this tent and run. He doesn’t know where he wants to run. Maybe towards the forest, or maybe along the beach, or maybe in- no, not in the ocean.

Tommy wants to get away. He wants to get away from here and never come back.

Tommy nods his head yes.

“Okay,” Ghostbur whispers, moving closer. Wasting no time. “I’ll give you a hug, Tommy. I’ll give you the darn best hug that’s ever been given and then you’ll feel better, okay?”

Tommy opens his mouth to agree, but nothing ends up coming out. Ghostbur’s arms are wrapped around him now, leaning close. Tommy’s head is right by Ghostbur’s shoulder. Ghostbur’s sweater is soft. He’s warmer than the air around him.

Ghostbur is hugging Tommy, and Tommy lets him. He doesn’t hug back, though. He just stays still.

~~~

This feels very unfinished but alsgaosgisgsuav here ya go I guess!

Just. Ghostbur and Tommy <3 I love them sooooo much yes I do <33

Oh, and if it wasn’t obvious, this is set during Exile!!

For this ask game :)

[moobloom-mention]

Life is Unfair (But I'd Do Anything to Make It Fair for You)

Part 1 || Part 2

Summary: "It'll get better," Quackity had promised. "Schlatt can't pick fights with me forever."

Five years later and Tubbo's tired of hoping for a better tomorrow.

OR

A warm-up in which Tubbo runs away, promising to get Q out of his abusive relationship, but ends up getting forcefully adopted by SBI fae

Content Warnings: Cursing. Violence. Physical abuse. Child abuse. Kidnapping.

Word Count: 2789 words

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It'd all started with a loud bang.

That in itself wasn't alarming; peace had always been short-lived within the walls of their cottage.

What had been startling, however, was the sight of Quackity and Schlatt arguing in front of him.

Usually it was Tubbo's presence that served as a peace-keeper, a child which signaled Quackity to deescalate the situation as quickly as possible.

"You always run from Father when I see you argue," a bold four-year-old Tubbo dared to bring up.

"Ducklings aren't supposed to see grown-ups argue," the avian-hybrid had claimed with a shrug. Father had grunted in agreement from the other room- a rare compromise agreed between the pair.

"I'm not a duckling," Tubbo frowned, as though it were the important takeaway from Quackity's sentence. Short horns had already begun to form a bump beneath his mess of dark brow hair, painfully pitiful in comparison to Father's own pair. "I have horns!"

Feigned offense appeared in the avian's eyes. "You'll always be a duckling in my eyes-"

Quackity had swept him into a hug of his own, Q deaf to Tubbo's squeals and fits of laughter as hands tickled the then four-year-old's sides.

The compromise- like most of Quackity and Father's agreements -never lasted long, but three years had been one hell of a record.

It was Tubbo's own fault for the compromise's demise anyway. He'd only been seven at the time when he snuck downstairs amidst a particularly devastating argument.

Neither must have noticed Tubbo's presence, for Father begun to raise his hand whilst Quackity spit insults into the air. It was obvious the moment Quackity's eyes settled atop the hand- the avian had dared to step toward the threat and present his cheek.

It was a stalemate- neither interested in backing down. The stubborn duck's stance was firm; he'd rather be hit than submit to Father at his own volition.

And so, Tubbo had done the only thing he knew would deescalate the situation.

It was too easy to scramble across the kitchen's hard-wood flooring and jump between the loud pair. He'd only been able to hear the terrified gasp of, "Wait, Schlatt-!" before Tubbo's cheek ignited with the sharp sting of contact.

He couldn't hide the flinch that came when a gentle hand- far too careful to belong to his father -dragged him to the side.

Long-awaited silence greeted the trio.

It was Tubbo who dared to move as he lifted a hand, which pressed down on the bright red handprint that'd carved its home atop his face. It was odd to seek comfort within the pressure applied directly to the sore skin.

Oh, he faintly registered. He'd been slapped.

Father's lips maintained a thin line as he took a step back, far more composed than Tubbo's flinch. With no words left to be uttered, furious steps carried Father up the stairs of the cottage. It wasn't until long after the slam of a door that Quackity slowly pulled the hand cradled at Tubbo's face aside in order to embrace the young ram properly.

"Don't you ever do that again," Quackity whispered, his voice sharp with...fear? "Our arguments are not for you to get in the middle of."

Tubbo only nodded, vision blurred with sudden tears. The gentle shake in Quackity's shoulders encouraged the younger's sobs, both uncaring when the avian's tears had begun to mix with Tubbo's own.

"I promise," Tubbo whispered, eyes clenched tightly as he melted into Quackity's arms.

But the fighting only got worse.

It was as though his father had decided it wasn't worth putting off fights until Tubbo was out of the room anymore; most of the arguments between Father and Quackity seemed to be about him anyway.

"Toby chose a side the day he took a hit for you."

And that was it.

Mornings came when Tubbo would sneak downstairs, rattled by the quiet atmosphere of the cottage. He'd searched desperately for the irony behind how he sought comfort in the appearance of anger and booming voices whilst dreading their arrival all the same.

At least so long as the sun dotted the tree line of the neighboring forest it was guaranteed for the residence to stay quiet. Quackity's fast-asleep frame settled atop the living room couch only proved it; fights were difficult to pick when both of his parents were asleep.

Those early days marked Tubbo's adventures along the edge of the cottage's front-yard, staring into the dark forest behind the oak picket-fence. He'd stare until Quackity's exhausted voice called him inside for breakfast.

Who knew undying curiosity for the unknown creatures inhabiting the forest was a good coping mechanism to the unstable relationship of his parents.

It was healthy- until his curiosity grew too much.

There was bound to be a new cottage out in the forest, one he could bring Quackity into and never have to worry about Father again. Then they could finally be happy.

But first, Tubbo would need to find it; all by himself. He didn't want to get Quackity's hopes up only to squander them if he couldn't find one.

He hadn't waited for the sun's arrival before he began to usher around his room, stuffing plushies and clothes in a bag that Quackity had once crocheted for him. The slow descent down the stairs had to of been the most scary part- waking the avian whilst grabbing food would render the organized mission impossible.

Thankfully, his rummage through the pantry goes unheard, bread and jars of sweet jelly placed alongside his toys. It's then that he makes his way toward the couch, pushing his bag against the backside of the furniture before beelining for Quackity.

Tubbo barely has to lean to stoop over the avian's sleeping form, eyes lingering on the unkept golden feathers protecting his back. He gently pushes his head into the older's chest with a soft, "Q?"

"Tubbo?" comes the groggy voice of Quackity. A single eye slips open to confirm his suspicions, a smile forming atop the avian's face. "What are you doing up-" he pauses to yawn, "-so early? There's not even light outside."

The eight-year-old only finds it in himself to shrug. "I..."

Quick, quick. Think of a lie-

"I had a nightmare," Tubbo proclaims, sounding a touch too proud for his liking. Thankfully, Quackity is far too out-of-it to raise an eyebrow and merely bundles the ram closer.

"Pobrecito," the avian coos, running his hand through the messy locks of brown hair. "It's alright, you can come to me about anything, yeah? Would you like me to walk you back up to your room?"

Panic flares within Tubbo, "No, no."

He isn't sure what he'd do if Quackity discovered his bag of packed belongings and snacks sitting just three feet away from them.

"I just," Tubbo glances toward the window, the first peak of light arriving already. "I wanted to say that I love you."

Quackity makes a soft chirp that sings of adoration, giving Tubbo one last squeezing hug. "I love you too, Tubbo. Now go back to bed, I'll grab you for breakfast."

The eight-year-old nods, leaving his backpack behind the couch as he shuffles back upstairs.

He waits at the top of the stairway for ten minutes, anxiety crawling over the idea of Quackity deciding to wake up suddenly and discover the bag. Thankfully, as he crawls down the stairs- cautious of every squeaking board beneath his feet -Quackity is again fast asleep, leaving Tubbo to pick his bag up and move toward the front door.

It's startling how easy it is to slip outside without another word, uncertainty crawling up his throat as he makes his way toward the yard's edge.

This was it. The beginning to Tubbo's new life, the ending to a tragic backstory. He'd make a name for himself, come back and whisk Quackity away to a...a castle! Yes, one made of gold to match the avian's love for the ore.

That sounded nice.

"I'll be back for you, Q. I promise."

And off Tubbo went, disappearing behind the forest's edge.

Quiet is not a word Tubbo thought he'd use to describe the forest. He'd always seen birds soar from the tops of pine trees, with soft songs on their beaks that reminded him of Quackity's own talent of singing.

If there's one regret he's to live with, it's not asking the avian to sing more for him whilst he still lived at the cottage.

But there'd be more chances, Tubbo shrugs. He promised Quackity that he'd be back for him.

If only the thing rustling in the bushes could stop following him.

Light had barely spread through the forest when the noise first started- a singular bush bustling about before moving onto the next to follow in Tubbo's footsteps. It was...nice to have such a consistent sound whenever the birds would grow too quiet for his liking.

The only issue was how long it'd gone on for.

At first, it'd been in his interest to make contact with an unsteady, "Hello?"

But it was only the call of the wind that answered.

So Tubbo had continued his journey, straying far from clumps of bushes whenever he could. It was an easy task until he found himself with an obstacle: a sea of bushes guarding a soft clearing of grass. Patches of mushrooms await him within the clearing, a tempting sight to behold for the eight-year-old.

He sighs, the grip on his bag tightening before he dares to take another step and conquer the ravenous bush-field. He's more than aware of the dangers of the forest, Quackity had ensured he was informed once Tubbo confessed to his ventures in the front-yard:

"There are dangerous things out there not even Schlatt would mess with."

To a younger Tubbo, those words had been terrifying.

"Wolves and creatures that will-"

"Steal my stuffed animals?" Tubbo gasped, horrified by the concept.

The skin beneath Quackity's eyes didn't wrinkle when he smiled. "Yes, they'll steal all your stuffed animals-"

He's barely four steps into the bushes when the rustling begins once more. Despite himself, Tubbo dares to stare directly toward the noise, identifying it as remaining a few bushes away from him. If anything it serves as encouragement for Tubbo to push on, eyes narrowing as his pace quickens.

Every step is another active bush that approaches Tubbo, up until the eight-year-old begins to sprint. He can see the clearing more obviously now- hopefully the wolf chasing him would be merciful and leave him be should he reach his goal.

Maybe he could throw mushrooms on it- wolves were scared of mushrooms, right?

...yeah, yeah. They were...

True to Tubbo's thought, the rustling ceases the moment he leaps into the clearing, eyes worried as he verifies the absence of any unwanted creatures.

Finally.

Quackity would be proud that Tubbo made it all by himself-

"You're not a fox!"

"Ack-!"

Tubbo can't stop the way he stumbles to the ground, rapidly blinking up at where the voice had come from. He'd hardly expected to meet a talking wolf that'd been following him, but then again, he'd hardly expected to leave the cottage in the first place.

Only, it isn't a talking wolf that greets his dazed expression. It's a boy, one who couldn't possibly be older than Tubbo, with a feral mop of blonde hair atop his head.

"I'm not a fox," Tubbo agrees defensively. It's difficult to wave aside the clash of mischief and bewilderment in the stranger's blue eyes. "I'm Tubbo."

"Tubbo," the blonde repeats, as though he were testing out the name. Once wide eyes suddenly harden with an emotion akin to irritation, as though the other were noticing the absence of something. "That's a stupid nickname."

"No it's not," Tubbo scolds; Quackity had awarded him that name. "It's a good nickname."

"Well I'm Tommy," the forest boy- Tommy -proclaims. "It's obviously a good name since I don't need a nickname."

"Whatever," Tubbo huffs, unused to the amount of energy radiating off of Tommy. Father, of course, had his own fair share of "energy" he'd express on a daily routine, but it was more-so an amount that stemmed from anger instead of Tommy's chaotic thrill.

Tommy was...different.

And to prove it, there's barely a pause of silence before Tommy's whining. "You talk too softly, is something wrong with you-?"

"No!" Tubbo exclaims, suddenly desperate to impose a good impression. "Just...Q always says not to talk to strangers," he confesses.

"Q?" Tommy echoes, curious. Tubbo holds still as Tommy bounces circles around him. It isn't until the blonde pokes the stubs of Tubbo's horns that his hand is swat aside. "Does he have horns like you?"

"No."

"Hm, oh! Did he find you? Father found me," Tommy supplies with a grin.

Tubbo pauses, silently horrified by the other's words. He can't imagine what it would've been like if Schlatt had found him and forced him to grow used to the ram's behavior. At least being blood-related meant that Tubbo hadn't ever seen his father act differently.

"I guess you could say Q found me," the young ram murmurs before straightening his posture. "But I left," he says proudly, "I'm going to find a new home for us."

"Ooo," Tommy beams, "Maybe you guys can come live with me!"

"With you?"

"Of course, Father will be so happy to see newcomers-"

Tubbo instinctively takes a step back, uncertainty meeting Tommy's puzzled expression.

"What's wrong?"

"I-"

But Tubbo has no answer.

"Father" was the best description he could give to the man related solely through blood and incomparable horns. It was the harsh snarl of alcohol that greeted the atmosphere Father dabbled within; the twinge of panic that curled within Tubbo's gut anytime the ram was mentioned.

"Father" was something Quackity could never sink so low to be called.

Surely Tommy felt the same way.

"Is he mean?"

But Tommy's eyebrows furrow, upset. "Why would he be mean? Father's amazing."

"Then why don't you call him by his name?" Tubbo asks, shocking himself with the accusatory tone seizing his voice.

Why don't you address him like I would Quackity?

"Because 'Father' is a better title!"

"Oh."

Tubbo still didn't understand.

"As long as he's not mean, I guess Q would be okay with me meeting him."

"You're gonna love him," Tommy promises. "And you'll get to see my brothers!"

"Brothers?" the word feels foreign on his tongue. "I've never had brothers before."

Tommy's noise wrinkles in disgust, "Ew, you have a sister then? My brothers say that I should be happy I don't have sisters."

Tubbo can't stop the laugh tumbling from his lungs. "No, I've just never had siblings before."

Tommy's mouth falls into an 'o' shape before it twists into a smile. "Well now you'll get to have some!"

Tubbo tilts his head, "You mean you'll share them with me?"

"Of course! Father would say it's only fair. That's why my big brother let me play with his fox!"

"Oh, right," Tubbo frowns; how could he forget about Tommy's search for a fox? "I haven't seen a fox yet. Maybe we could search for him together?"

Tommy only shakes his head, "That's okay, he's really good at being recalled."

"Floris! Come here."

Tubbo brushes off the shudder that worms its way down his spine, bewildered over how odd the name sounds in Tommy's voice. He's quickly distracted as a gentle rustle erupts from the trees, a fox with a bright orange pelt leaping down from the tree-tops.

"Hm, I've never seen him climb trees before," Tommy ponders, most likely to himself. "But cool! Wilbur will be so excited to hear about it!"

Floris violently shakes his head at the notion- if Tubbo didn't know any better, he'd assume the fox was hyperventilating.

"C'mon Tubbo," Tommy grins wildly. "Let's head home, then we can play tag in the front-yard!"

"How big is your front-yard?" Tubbo asks, eyes wide. He'd never considered the cottage's front-yard to be impressive, just enough to maintain some carrots.

"Humongous!" Tommy exclaims, stretching his arms out as though to demonstrate the length of it. He grabs loosely for Tubbo's arm and tugs the eight-year-old forward before halting in place.

For once, the blonde looks abashed, uncertain and hesitant like Tubbo first had.

Tubbo doesn't like it.

"But I do need your name...Father wouldn't be happy with me playing with a wrong'en."

Oh. That made sense, and it was only fair since Tommy gave up his name.

"Toby," he decides after a moment of silence. It doesn't feel as meaningful as when Tommy had shared his, but maybe this is what making a true friend feels like.

"Well, Toby, once you're there, you'll never want to leave."

[12-toads-in-a-trench-coat]

guys i

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i just read the best fucking fic I've ever read omgggg

its so good

its amazing

but it was so sad

oh my god

its mostly crack but at the end its all revealed and ohhh my gooddddd its such a good read

major angst warning for the end but pls pls pls read it

[nekole-doodles]

I made some paper dolls of Tommy and Wilbur from the fanfic Unlikely Events by Nymphii, my favorite fanfic! This is for an automata I'm making for my engineering final project/exam but I don't know if I'll be able to finish it time :')

Anyway, the specific scene I'm going to recreate with the automata is from Chapter 21: "An Outsider's Break" when Wilbur is chasing Tommy through the precinct. This chapter is probably one of my favorite chapters :>

It was fun to draw and cut out these silly guys and even though I spent quite a bit of time figuring out how to connect the limbs like making them fully movable, it was still fun to do that once I figured it out.

Btw, to connect the limbs, layered the body parts togather, marked out where to make the hole, and used a needle to actually make the hole and scissors as a hammer to sort of help the needle puncture the paper and cardstock underneath. Then I got a toothpick and poked it through both body parts just enough so it would be secure enough but not so much that the hole is too big and tears the limb. I cut the extra part of the toothpick(which was most of it) then to secure it more, I added a little dab of hot glue to make sure the end of the toothpick doesn't go through the hole and fall out.

I'm still working out the logistics of the automata, especially the cams I'm making for the movement, but unfortunately, I can't do realistic running due to the limitations of a simple automata. Making it realistic will be way too complicated that I don't have the time for AT ALL. So, their limbs will just be bending up and down which kind of bothers me but what works will just have to do :/

[mon-moonfae]

New Crimeboys Fanfic ☺️

[lildevyl]

Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic Chapter 10: On Patrol

Summary: On one of their patrols, Nuke and Ender ran into one of L'Manburg's infamous Vigilantes.

Chapter inspired by Tommy's Ultra-Important Keychain by SeriouslyCalmmitous

TW: Not much in the Trigger Warning area for this chapter. Mention of Anxiety, and some Violence (not major but there is some in this), and Mild Threat.

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I'm slowly but surely writing some chapters so I can update weekly again. Not gonna lie, it's getting difficult where I want to go from here. I have ideas but I have no idea on where to put them.

So, if the story seems "Outta Place" in certain areas. I will try to piece them back together. Enjoy!

(East Side)

To say that Tubbo and Ranboo were nervous would be an understatement.  Tubbo felt like there were some kind of beehive in his stomach, the way it kept churning.  Ranboo’s anxiety kept flaring up, hands shaking, several what ifs kept going through his head.  Tubbo’s own anxiety wasn’t much better.

It’s been over a month since both Tubbo and Ranboo had seen Orcus and Siren come out of their apartment.  And when Nuke and Ender had asked Arachnid for help.  Tubbo secretly hoped that it was literally a misunderstanding on the Syndicate’s part.  That they just got the address confused, of their actual healer and wound up stumbling upon Tommy and Siren just used his powers to make Tommy forget the whole thing.  But until they hear back from Arachnid, that’s all Tubbo could do, was hope!

Which was why both him and Ranboo were standing on top of one of the apartment buildings on East Side.  Both of them needed a huge distraction to try and take their minds off of things until they hear back from Arachnid.  Tubbo had his radio out so they could hear what’s going on from the Cops Radios.

“Armed Robbery at 419 Main Street East Side, Monarch’s Clothing.  Suspects are armed and need to proceed with caution.”  Came over the radio.

Tubbo turned to Ranboo, it was time for Nuke and Ender.

(Monarch’s Clothing)

Earlier that day, Eret was smiling a mile wide as he read the News Report.  Two new Vigilantes were in town, Nuke and Ender and so far they made quite a debut!  Literally helping out one of L’Manburg’s top twenty Heroes, Arachnid.  Well they couldn’t have helped out a better Hero than them!  Arachnid was pretty neutral when it came to Vigilantes.  Now, if a Vigilante vandalized a certain property like say, Mixer, under a protest.  Then Arachnid would arrest the Vigilante or at least attempt to (after they were done laughing his butt off).  But if a Vigilante was actually protecting part of the City, then Arachnid would either let them be or actually offer to help.

Eret had to admit, they were actually kinda impressed with the new Vigilantes debut.  Not a lot of Vigilantes would take the risk of helping a Hero and being so exposed to the press.  Nuke and Ender on the other had no problem in doing just that.  With a little more practice and a few more years of experience Eret’s pretty sure that Nuke and Ender could be a good team for East Side.

“Excuse me, sir,” a man in a black pristine suit said, drawing Eret’s attention away from the computer.  “Do you know where I might be able to find the owner of this store?  I like to talk to her.”

Eret gave a condescending smile to the man.  It’s not uncommon for people to assume that the owner of a Fashion Store is a woman.  “I’m the owner of this store, and my name is Eret.  I also go by they/them.”  Eret offered their hand to shake the other guy’s hand.

“Oh of course, of course.  My apologies.  My name is Gene Torey and I have a proposition for you and your store!”  Gene says taking out his business card and handing it over to Eret.

Eret looked at the business card with a grim expression.  Ah, yes, he knew exactly who Gene Torey was.  He was the owner of Torey’s Fashion Studios, with several stores in West End and the Hero District.  There was even talk of him opening up a couple of new stores in the South Bay District.  Eret was anything but impressed.

Torey’s Fashion Studio was the utmost scum of the Earth in the Fashion Industry that Eret has ever met!  Torey’s would purposely hire new fashion designers straight out of college on internships, get them to sign prenups that their lawyers had drawn and never go over the specifics with the new interns.  And literally steal the interns designs!

Eret had the pleasure when one designer sought them out as Baron and explained the whole situation.  Torey’s Fashion Studio was holding a brand new intern's designs hostage.  It was either signed over the rights to all of their designs to Torey’s Fashion Studio or Torey’s Legal Team was about to Black List the new intern.  Meaning that the intern wouldn’t have been able to get a job anywhere in the Fashion Industry.

Oh yes, Eret was very familiar with them.  They’re surprised that Torey’s was still around after that scandal had made the news.

“Oh yes, I’m very familiar with Torey’s Fashion Studio.  You guys have stores in nearly all the districts.  What does this have to do with my shop?”  Eret demanded, throwing the pleasantries out the window.

“Well, we like to make your shop one of our own!  I think this place has great potential to be even more outstanding, don’t you think?”

“The answer is no!  Torey’s Fashion Studio is nothing more than a freakin’ scam in the Fashion Industry!  I’m surprised you guys are still around after the Baron exposed you for the frauds that you are!”  Eret said leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, well, the Baron ,” Torey spat.  “Had made a crucial mistake that came out in the courts.  You should really reconsider Mr. Eret.  I hate to see anything  .  .  .   happened to this establishment . ”

“Are you threatening me?”  Eret asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What?!  No!  Not at all!  It’s just that you know, East Side has a high crime rate -”

“Get out!”  Eret shouted, shoving Torey out the door.  “Get out now!”

(East Side, Later that Night)

Motha was flying around East Side enjoying the cool air under her wings, while patrolling.  Motha loved being a Vigilante!  It was so freeing and the best part was that she was able to finally do what the damn Hero Committee, the Order, wouldn’t let her do.  Be an actual Hero and help save lives.  Motha stopped on the roof of some random building and took a few deep breaths.  No use in getting worked up over some old memories.

Motha, like her brother Arachnid, signed up for the Hero Program, wanting to actually be a Hybrid Hero to show everyone that you can be something no matter what!  Well that dream came crashing down when Motha got a heavy dose of reality.  The so-called “Hero Committee” was nothing more than a bunch of old Heroes stuck in their ways!

There was so much politics and certain clicks that you had to be a part of in order to actually be taken seriously.  Not to mention that if the Hero Committee deems your power too “Weak” in their opinion, then you either don’t make it in the Hero Program or like what happened to Motha.  Just be pushed to the side as a Sidekick!

They didn’t even put her as a Hero but as a “Hero-in-Training.”  Translation: “We don’t think your Hero material but since you’ve managed to pass the Hero Program we’re going to have you stick by an actual Hero to learn from.”

Meaning, that you would be put with a Hero and the Hero is your boss and has full control of your pay and what not.  And you don’t even get any credit!  The Hero that you’re the Sidekick to gets all the credit, all the publicity, all the attention, all the perks, all the praise.  Even if you’re the one that saved the day or saved the Hero, you just got overlooked, glossed over, shunned, pretended you were never there.

So, Motha did something that was in the Order’s eyes considered the utmost traitorous and sinful act possible!  Next to actually becoming a Villain.  ( Huh, I wonder if Mom wouldn’t mind teaching me then? )  Motha actually quit!   She left the Hero Tower and became a Vigilante instead.  Of course the Order couldn’t take that lying down so what did they do?  They kept her on as a “Hero” even though her Prime Damn Hero License expired!   They still have her in the system as “Suspended Indefinitely” even though she fully left.  Handed in her resignation, flipped the one in charge of the Committee off and stormed out.  Never to be returned!

Sure she helped out a few Heroes in battle but that’s because the “Minor” Heroes needed help!  The top dogs were too busy doing whatever and of course the Hero Committee would always say, “Help is on the way!”  And it would take them a good half an hour or so to finally show up, defeat the Villain and get all the glory while the actual Heroes that did all the work got a slap on the back and half hearted, “Good Job!”

Yeah, to say Motha wasn’t happy or impressed was a freaking understatement!  Don’t get her wrong, Motha is super proud of her brother, Arachnid!  That dude went through so much just to get where he is!  And proved that he’s just as good as the “Dream Team” or whatever they want to call themselves.

Alright Motha, focus!  You need to calm down!  Yes, no one will hear this inner monolog rant but you need to focus!  You can’t stop crime if you're dwelling on old memories.  Suddenly a moth appeared and landed on Motha’s extended hand.

“Why hello there!  Find anything interesting?”  Motha asked.  The moth told Motha that there was a store about to be robbed.  It spotted a group of thugs heading towards Eret’s!

“Alright let’s go!”  Motha said, spreading her wings and taking off.

(Monarch’s Clothing)

It had been a long day!  Eret was still fuming from the audacity of Torey!  Oh Eret knew perfectly well what the so-called “Critical Mistake” was.  Torey’s Lawyers wound up scaring a few of the interns and literally paid for their silence and to drop the charges.  Luckily they weren’t able to scar them all off and the court proceedings went off without a hitch.  It was one of the most publicized court cases ever!

Eret had nearly gotten themself arrested just by showing up at the Courthouse  in full costume as Baron.  Luckily the Heroes understood that Baron was there for the Witnesses and was a Witness themself.  It was difficult when both Eret and Baron had to be at the Courthouse.  Good thing Eret was on Neutral Terms with a lot of Villains and the more “Villainess” Vigilantes.  Jester and McCormick had saved their butt during those times.

Oh Eret couldn’t wait to finally take down Torey’s Fashion Studio and expose them for the frauds that they are! After saving and sending their reports to their bookkeeper, shutting everything down and locking the safe and Office up.  Eret was about to lock up and then head home, when a crash from the front of the store caught their attention.  Heading to the front of the store, Eret saw a bunch of thugs ransacking the place.

Of course Torey wasn’t going to take Eret saying no and calling them out.  That was another thing about Torey’s that made Eret’s blood boil.  If there was any type of competition then Torey’s would make sure there was no competition by any means necessary.  Including staging a break in and destroying the place.

Eret hit the silent alarm, alerting the cops and was about to dash in the back and quickly change into his Baron costume.  When they heard a familiar female voice.

“Excuse me, but don’t you know it’s past closing time?”  Motha was standing in the doorway leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and what Eret could only assume a raised eyebrow.

One of the thugs charged at Motha and in three quick moves, the thug was down for the count.  And that was all it took, like a signal that was setoff, the group of thugs charged at Motha.  Hoping the numbers game would be enough.  Motha was holding her own, dodging and tanking many hits and strikes.  While landing mostly all of hers.  Then the door burst open and in came Nuke and Ender.

Eret just stood there and watched the fight unfold.  All three Vigilantes were doing well.  It was clear that Nuke and Ender have some training but not nearly enough.  Both of them at least were holding their own without having to rely on their powers.  In about ten minutes, Motha, Nuke and Ender were zip tying the thugs hands to the clothing racks (very clever) and taping weapons to the wall.  Then Motha came over to check on Eret.

“Hey, Eret!  Long time no see!”  Motha greeted.

“Motha, good to see you.  And you must be Nuke and Ender?”  Eret held out their hand.  “I’m Eret, I own this place.  You guys had quite a debut.”

“Eret here helps all Vigilantes with their suits.  In exchange we help keep an eye out for their business.”

“Well, it’s more than that!  You guys do what the Heroes are supposed to do.  Stopping Crime.  So, I offer my services as best as I can.”

“We’ll think about if we need an upgrade,” Nuke said.

“Alright, you guys need to head out before the cops show up,” Eret said.

And with that Ender grabbed both Nuke and Motha and disappeared in a cloud of purple particles.

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Characters:

Nuke - Tubbo Ender - Ranboo Motha - Martha (OC) Baron - Eret Arachnid - Spyder (OC) Mixer - Arden Weird (Mentioned) (OC based off my friend Arden @weirdmixofweirdness

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Tagging: @weirdmixofweirdness, @nightfuryobsessed, @isa-ghost, @septic-dr-schneep, @tracobuttons, @a-humble-narcissus, @ghostsknewmynights, @luna-moonblood, @ashedflower

[deadqueerboys]

dom tommyinnit x sub trans male reader:3? In which it’s both’s first time

I believe this situation would actually be funny so I'm sorry for this.

I didn't finish this one but I felt like posting.

Oh, fuck.

One of them cries and moans, and it's impossible to say which one. M/n is focused, his hands going up and down on his boyfriend's shoulder, grabbing it as they both grind against each other. They promised Tom's mom it would never cross this line. They would never have children and everything, but God, that's so tempting. Tommy places his hands on M/n's hips without knowing what to do, such a classic dumb move, even being all he can do now.

They break the kiss, Tommy starting to get hard when he watches the beauty of the man on his lap. He giggles, cupping his cheeks and kissing him again. "You're handsome.." He whispers. "Did you know that? My handsome boy."

M/n hides himself after this sentence, just hugging Tommy closer and burying his nose on the other's hair, sniffing it slowly. It's a peaceful moment before he went completely quiet about it.

"Did you ever thought about.. our first time? I mean, look at how old we are." He sighs, talking slowly and peacefully even if inside he was begging for Tommy to be an asshole and ruin this awkward moment.

"All the time." Tommy whispers, blushing deeply as he starts to gently kiss M/n's chest, giving him a little tap on the waist so he could keep going. They brush their hips, Tommy's cock feeling sensitive as this was officially going to be his first time, at least he loved the person.. Tom is calm, which is hard to see with all of his adhd and energetic way of being. He moves M/n so he lays on the bed. Tommy sits on the bed and puts M/n's around his body. "Can I..? I- I will be gentle."

After a nod, Tom's hand goes slowly down and undoes M/n's belt. They are both already squirming with excitement and joy. He puts his hand inside his boyfriend's boxers, his warm hand feeling the area with such a pleasure as he feels how wet it is.

"Woah.." Tommy giggles. "Is it normally this wet? I mean, for me?" He plays with the wetness, one finger already inside his sweet wet boy. He comes in and out, quickly putting two because he knows M/n can take it. "The T gave you such a big clit.." He looks at M/n, smiking so nasty.

"Yes, it's normal. Dumbass." M/n holds Tommy's arm, making him push deeper inside him. He pulls down his own pants and boxers, giving Tommy more access as he comes near to palm him through his clothes.

In this rhythm, they wouldn't last long.

Tommy uses his other hand to pin M/n down, taking off his shirt too, leaving the boy only with his binder. He puts one more finger inside, now feeling the walls getting tighter. It's softly humiliating.

"Tom.." He rolls his eyes, his hands running to find the boy's ziper again. M/n undoes it, watching the big bulge on his boxers, but soon they're gone too. He stands his hand and sits on Tommy's lap again, masturbating him with one hand.

[therealwaffleking]

[hatzuikhaz-art]

"(Who?) I used to be"

Based on my fic, "Remember me I ask" by HatzuiKhaz on AO3 :

I'm slowly working towards posting all my Twitter art here, my Glare hermit Tommy AU seemed like a good place to start.