PART 2 OF VORE-IGINS SMP IS FINALLY HERE (heres part 1 if you need it)
Ive spent so long on this, and ive put in far more effort than i needed to, but its finally done and its looking better than i could have possibly hoped, so-
-Please enjoy !
(Cw: soft, safe vore) (NSFW/KINK DNI, this is nonsexual)
YIPPPEE!!! YAHOOO!!! leaving it on a cliffhanger!!!
Anyways, yeah thats its for part two. I really hope you guys liked it, but also i gotta know what you think i should do for the next part. Because, this took way too long, and if i was to draw the next parts as comics as well, itd probably take well over a year ☠️
So, like.. would it be better to try writing it?? It could be released in chapters, and there could be snapshot drawings disspersed throughout it to still give an idea of what everything looks like. But also, i sort of still want to try the comic thing, because it turned out really good.
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Tommy proudly came home from his little haul, he placed his findings on the ground and inspected every item—A decent amount of clean fabric, and even a few fruits—He thanked the gods he lived on the outer part of the city, so he could forage for food on the plants.
(He misses the food humans made though-)
He sat down in content, having already eaten on his outing. He quickly fixed up his area and snuggled underneath his covers for warmth, the night was spent with eerie silence, yet nonetheless, the borrower slept comfortably that night.
As the sun rose, rays of light beamed down onto the rundown streets of the once-populated city—it was still fairly populated, just not with the living—The borrower still slept soundly in the walls of one of the apartment buildings, Tommy was not a light sleeper in any way; that's when his instincts kick in and warn him if anything happens while he's sleeping.
His eyes blinked open, as he let out a groan while rolling out of bed. The blond grabbed his satchel and his items; he was planning to go to the inner city, risky yet necessary.
The young blond began to head out of his little cavern, he peeked out of the semi-opened window, and saw vast empty streets; he hurriedly started to run across the empty streets, still hiding under objects in case of any unexpected interactions, he knew better than to expect the streets were going to be this empty along the way.
He passed by a few of those mindless creatures, luckily none seemed to pick up on his scent; which was their most highly sensitive sense. As he neared the core of the city, groans became more apparent to his ears.
Tommy could do this! He was a big man, never mind that he was trembling.
Tommy dashed across the streets, nearly getting stepped on in the process; the blond yelped as he almost tripped over a tiny pebble. As he quickly regained his stature he spotted a store not too far away, the blond grinned widely as he began to sprint towards the store. The door was slightly ajar which worked in the blond's favor.
He rushed inside and he was instantly met with rows and rows of looming shelves, albeit it was a bit messy; it seemed that there was still edible food on the shelves. He immediately started to search for crisps; one of the few human foods he had the luxury of tasting, he eventually found the aisle that kept the junk foods.
The teen was practically drooling at the sight as he spotted one of the few crisps he tasted before. The borrower; despite his small stature, was strong enough to carry the lightweight bag back to his home, he however chose to open one of them to munch on.
His taste buds practically melted as the taste brought him nostalgia, he cherished the moment as he got lost in the taste. The blond kept scarfing down the food, as the teen continued with his actions; he was completely oblivious to the door creaking open.
He was snapped out of his trance as he heard a loud grumbling groan looming over him, he was met with the grueling face of the creature; the borrower screamed in terror as he tried scrambling away falling off the shelf in the process. The creature stumbled about, chasing the borrower knocking over the shelves, chaos brewed as the blond dodged objects.
His heart pounded in his chest, the rush of adrenaline pushing him to run faster and faster. He barely grasped the fact he ran face-first at a wall, he scrambled to the sides; not realizing he backed himself into a corner.
He turned around, registering that a shelf had fallen atop the mindless creature, it hissed and growled as it slowly broke itself free. Other shelves and various items blocked his way, he wasn't in great shape to climb any of them as well, that's when it dawned on him.
Shit...
He's done for.
His eyes watched intently as it wiggled itself out of its awkward position, the blond took a shaky breath; the entity roared as it reached out an arm, the sudden act forced him to instinctively shut his eyes and prepare for the worst. His ears felt like it was about to burst; all he could hear was loud ringing.
And then nothing.
He tried grasping onto the wall behind him, but his hold faltered as he dropped to his knees. The borrower trembled as he sensed a shadow loom over his wobbly frame. Incoherent words made their way to his ears, words that boomed, so much so that it sounded cold and terrifying.
Their words blurred together until he was met with a huge hulk of a man with a terrifying boar mask. His voice returned to him as he started spewing out curses or sentences like 'get the hell away from me!' The teen was nothing short of frantic as suddenly another figure came into vision, the new person was shorter than the man with a boar mask but was still significantly taller than him.
That didn't stop him from swatting and cursing at them until the man with golden locks like him spoke in a deep yet loving tone.
"Hey mate, we're not gonna do anything, but you look pretty shaken up-" The taller was cut off by the borrower's bold mouth. "Oi just back off man, I can take care of myself!" He retorted and stubbornly flipped him off.
"We still have to take these supplies back to our base, how about you think about it?" As the teen turned back around the two men already sheathed their weapons and began grabbing items, he wanted to protest as he watched them take away mostly all the food, yet his mouth snapped shut.
Was it that bad if he decided to go with them?
He was lost in thought until the familiar voice asked again, "Hey kid we're leaving, you sure you don't wanna come with us?" He was met with silence as Tommy blankly stared up at him. The man sighed as he turned to walk away.
He came to an abrupt stop as he heard the borrower's voice, now sounding smaller and rather...weak.
I have fallen (but have faith, for I shall rise once more)
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Borrower Techno with rest of sbi as god's? More likely than you think :D
2.2k words for part one, definitely going to make a part two because I'm not about to LEAVE y'all on a cliffhanger like that.
(Cw: Blood, injuries, mention of death (non happens) swearing, angst, accidental fearplay and Techno passes out due to blood loss.)
Hope you enjoy my (technically) first addition to the mcyt g/t community from my user!
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Technoblade wasn’t like other borrowers.
Other borrowers didn’t have voices in their heads, who screamed at him for blood, grew emotionally attached to the most random things, or know things that helped him evade capture multiple times.
Other borrowers didn’t have memories that never existed, searing into his brain at moments when he loses themselves, of friendships with beings of power, of him being a being of power, of falling from the clouds for a crime he did not do.
When his sword is stained red from those who wronged him, then in his head it rings. When the voices, or as he called them, Chat, started chanting. It never made sense, what they chanted.
Blood for the blood god
And it scared him, not knowing what it meant. But he couldn’t dwell on it now, just like he couldn’t dwell on it yesterday. He was a borrower, and that meant he needed to borrow.
Techno stepped outside of the comfort that was the shelter that he had been using for the past week. Being a wandering borrower, he didn’t have a home, exactly. He wandered from place to place, travelling lightly and swiftly, being able to escape at a moment's notice.
He had bases in some places, so he could restock and rest for a bit, but he was exploring a new area and that came with the consequence of not knowing where safety lay, so if a bean were to see him, he might not be able to get out of there fast enough.
But it wouldn’t come to that. Techno was an amazing borrower, and his motto was literally ‘Technoblade never dies’. He started walking through the long grass, humming to himself. He wouldn’t get caught, he was certain of it.
So why did he feel so uneasy?
. . .
“Hey- Hey! Stop it!” He whispered, whipping his sword out as an act of defence. The crow squawked defiantly but didn’t stop trying to pick him up with its beak.
Techno groaned. Crows were always nice to him, and they were one of the few things that gave him those memories other than blood.
Memories of black wings surrounding him, feeling safety and warmth, and when he looked into those eyes-
Other things that did this were music, especially guitars or discs, the colour red, and that one statue. It had been in some rich fucker’s garden, and from what he had overheard the people in it were gods, whatever that was.
Their names, according to the beans he had been eavesdropping on, were Philza, Angel of Death, a golden blonde man with large black crow wings, a fatherly expression on his face as he stared at Soot, the god of music and chaos, a brunette who was laughing and ruffling the hair of Innit, god of discs and the wilderness.
And, standing a little bit away from the others, was a statue with its head gone. According to one of the beans, it was because they had been banished from the kingdom above, for a crime so terrible, and therefore been erased from history.
He also heard them say that it turned out to be an accident, that DreamXD, had framed him. But by that time it was discovered, it was too late, and he had been cast down, though it is said those three gods still search for him, in the hopes that they could bring him back.
They said his name was Blade, the god of war and blood. And that’s how he got his name.
Technoblade.
And, another funny thing is, no matter how hard he sees those gods as Philza, Soot, and Innit, like the man described, some hidden part of his mind changes that to Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy. But that was beside the point.
The point was, that no matter how nice the crows were to him, they kept trying to take him somewhere.
Usually, they’d stop if he complained or shouted, or drew his sword (never intending to kill, just to scare them off) and they’d stop. But this one was even more persistent, and Techno realised now that he’d either have to fight it (something he would like to avoid if possible, he liked crows and they sometimes brought him gifts) or run.
He chose the latter, dashing to the side the moment the crow grabbed him. It squawked in outrage and Techno realised that it couldn’t chase after him on foot, with its legs like sticks. Birds were meant to fly, not walk.
‘Looks like I win this time, eh?’
He thinks, grinning to himself. The crow that he escaped from cawed loudly, and he only had a split second to wonder what that could mean before another crow SWOOPS down out of nowhere and yoinks (he’s not even sure what that word means but it seems about right for this situation) him up in its claws.
He had jinxed it. Techno didn’t believe in superstition, but he was certain that was what had happened.
The pinkette struggled in the crow's grasp, desperate to get free before it took him to… Well, wherever it was taking him. But it was no use. He wondered why it was so determined to bring him wherever it was going. Techno supposed he’d find out, soon enough.
Eventually, after a few minutes of flying, the borrower noticed something very, very strange. The crow was taking him up. And by that, he meant really, really high up. The world below was barely visible, as they went higher and higher, through the clouds.
And once they came out of the clouds, Techno couldn’t believe his eyes.
“The kingdom above… Fucking hell it’s real…”
He muttered to himself in awe. It was made out of pristine white shining material that might’ve been made out of the clouds themselves, with magical glowing lanterns floating in the air.
Techno’s first thought was that it belonged to the ruler of this kingdom, or at least some kind of person in power, I mean it was so fine and well-kept that it had to be, right? Wrong.
On closer inspection, he realised that the people walking down below were… Normal. This was a normal town here, and these were normal civilians.
The crow flew past it though, taking Techno with it. Its wingbeats never slowed, and it showed no sign of tiredness. This was no ordinary crow, he was sure of it.
And this was no ordinary place. Chat had stopped talking altogether, and his mind felt as if it was his own, at last. It was as if someone wanted him to be peaceful, but that was silly since he was literally getting kidnapped by a bird.
What a great day Techno was having, right?
Aaaaand now the crow was flying down, towards three people that looked awfully familiar, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it and then-
Oh fuck that’s Philza, Soot and Innit. He’d recognize them anywhere, after the incident with the statue. Oh, he’s fucked. He’s going to die, oh stars he needs to get out of this mess-
‘But aren’t the gods his family?’
He brushed that thought off with a shudder. Why on earth did he keep thinking stuff like that!? It didn’t make any sense, and you better believe that he was gonna get to the bottom of this.
Not today though. He was about to get caught by some of the most powerful beings in the entire universe, and he’d actually rather not. He valued his life, after all. So he did what any self-respecting borrower would do and fucking stab the bird.
Techno hadn’t particularly wanted to stab the crow. As he might’ve mentioned before, he liked crows. There just hadn’t been another choice.
And it had worked.
The crow dropped him with a screech, alerting the three gods immediately. Their gazes fell on the bleeding crow who flew over to them with a lot of effort and landed on Philza’s outstretched arm. It healed almost instantly.
But the pinkette didn’t know any of this, because he happened to be falling when that situation had played out. And when Techno hit the ground, he felt his body scream out in pain and his head ring in agony.
The world around him felt loud and blurry. His head seemed to be sticky with what he could only assume was blood. He forced himself to stand, he needed to get out of here, needed to be safe-
Chat was back now, just as incoherent and jumbled as his thoughts, and from what he managed to make out, delusional. They kept saying something about… Dadza? Who the hell was- Oh. Wait what!?
So Chat was no help.
Techno winced. He couldn’t think, everything was just so loud and it hurt so damn much and he couldn’t understand and oh fuck did one of the Gods? beans just spot him and oh no they’re all walking towards him now.
The borrower’s eyes widen, and he couldn’t help but shrink back as the three gods towered over him, eyeing him over with such a strange expression of hope and longing that made Techno wonder if he actually was delusional.
The silence was broken when one of the gods, Innit, spoke up, voice breaking slightly and eyes glazed, as if holding back tears.
“Holy shit… Is it him? Like, really him?”
Philza responded, managing to sound calm and yet so desperate that it made Techno’s cold heart shatter, though he was not sure why.
“I don’t know Tommy (wait WHAT-), why don’t we ask him instead of talking over his head?” The angel of death suggested, and now they were all staring at him again, possibly even more intensely than before.
“So,” Philza said curiously. “Who are you, why did you stab my crow and why did it try to bring you here?”
There was no malice in his voice, it was just confusion and subtle amusement, but that just made Techno’s nerves worse. The only reason he could think of that would involve the god being amused about his half-dead state was-
Oh fuck, were they going to torture him?
“I’m Technoblade,” He said, after a few moments of hesitation. The pinkette ignored the sharp gasp of air from above, acting like he didn’t hear it, because he did not want to think of why the god might be shocked, and instead continued.
“I stabbed your crow because I was about to get seen (and look how that ended up) and I have no clue why it brought me here.” Techno knew it was not a smart idea to lie to a god, and he was anything but stupid. His injuries throbbed painfully, but the gods either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
Techno wasn’t about to guess which one…
After a very long while (in which Techno was trying his absolute hardest not to die on the spot) Soot spoke up. “So that’s a- a yes, then? It’s him?” He asked, voice cracking slightly. “Yes, Wilbur, (WHAT THE FUCK) It’s really him.”
The borrower didn’t have time to question what in the world he meant by that, because at that moment Philza reached down, and Techno realised what was about to happen a second too late.
He scrambled backwards as the hand came towards him, absolutely terrified out of his wits, but the god paid no mind to that, plucking him off the ground by his waist easily.
Techno struggled in his grasp but fell limp almost immediately. There was no way he was escaping from Philza, even though he wanted to, and besides, it just made his injuries worse. The tight grip the god had him in didn’t help either.
“What do you want from me!?”
He shouted, glaring at the gods, though it quickly fell as he remembered how easily they could crush him. Soot made a small noise (pity?) but he ignored it. “You- you really don’t remember us?” Asked Innit, with a look of despair on his face.
‘Remember you? I’ve never seen you before in my life!’
Not in this one you haven’t.
Responded one of the voices, before it faded back into the clutter of noise. “Chat?” Philza asked, and Techno almost responded with ‘Yeah, it’s making no sense…’ when he remembered that he never told them about Chat.
Something clicked behind Soot’s eyes, and he spoke up. “So you really don’t know who we are… Right?” Techno nodded. Where exactly was (Wilbur) Soot going with this? “So that means…” “Means what? I’m not about to sit around all day waiting while you give me half-formed answers,” the borrower responded, with more challenge in his tone than was wise.
It’s not like you could stop them from doing that…
Said another one of those loud voices unhelpfully. ‘Thanks a lot…’ He thought to himself irritatedly and stared at Soot expectantly, which was harder than it seemed because his eyes kept unfocusing, and the corners of his vision were blurry and stained red. ‘Blood?’
“Listen, Technoblade, I don’t know what species you think you are, but…” He hesitated again, before continuing.
“You're a god, and our brother, at that.” Soot paused, and then started saying something more. “I’m so glad we finally found you, we’ve-”
But Techno didn’t get to hear what they’d done, the blood loss had finally caught up to him, and he passed out, darkness now surrounding him as he finally drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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Aaaaaand that's it, folks! Great ending we got there, right? Hope you liked it :] Big thanks to Beckyu for helping me choose how to end it, and start next chapter.
That reminds me...
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Notes: I’m back and ready to write more than ever so first things first t!techno in the little streamer au angst >:)
Also for context in the ls au tiny cities only really exist in America and since it wouldn’t be safe to have them out in the open they’re typically inside of other human buildings. The city Techno lives in is in the walls of the lobby of a human hotel :)
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Techno’s fingers thrummed nervously against his thigh. The soft light from his computer lit up the room behind him, and one last time he glanced behind him to make sure nothing was too obviously nonhuman. His furniture was all rather nice, for a tiny at least- one of the few perks of living in one of the only tiny cities.
His leg still shaking in his chair, he checked his picture in the empty zoom call again. He looked normal. It was almost weird how much he could pass for a human. It didn’t feel right. Of course it was all on purpose, but it didn’t make it any stranger seeing himself that way.
Techno sighed and brushed his hair back out of his face, revealing more of the burn covering his left side. On the pixelated screen it looked even worse than it did in real life; every bump and divet in his skin looked grossly exaggerated. And if he concentrated on it hard enough he could almost feel the ghosts of giant fingers and fire crushing his chest.
‘Phil’s going to think you’re disgusting’, his mind supplied.
He tried to shake the thought but his grotesquely burnt image made his mouth feel dry. He wasn’t easy on the eyes for sure, and even if he did trust Phil he couldn’t help how his heart tensed at the thought of seeing the human.
What was he supposed to do if Phil decided he didn’t want to be with him anymore, it would be so easy for him to-
Just as his thoughts started to spiral to the worst his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out quickly, his shaky hands almost dropping it.
Phil- ‘Link please :)’
Techno’s breath caught in his throat and for a second he considered backing down. They didn’t have to have this talk yet. But he knew it wouldn’t get easier, and if Phil was going to come visit he had to know…however much Techno was okay with him never finding out.
Techno quickly typed out a reply sending his friend the zoom link before shutting off his camera once again. He’d lied to Phil before, saying his camera was broken so he never had to be seen, and while he knew eventually he’d have to turn it on he wanted to have a bit of peace.
It was only a few seconds before the zoom call dinged as another box appeared on the screen. The sound of Phil grumbling about it not working calmed him down. It was just his friend, he could do this.
“Hey Phil,” Techno laughed trying to sound as normal as possible.
Phil grumbled again before his picture appeared large on his screen, “I fucking hate this camera it never works mate. I understand the pain of yours now- still not working Huh?”
“Uh yeah,” Techno’s mouth dried, “Actually I wanted to talk to you. About you coming to visit-”
“Oh yeah of course mate what about it?” Phil smiled before babbling on excitedly, “Ah I meant to tell you- Kristen and I found an AirBnB that has stuff for tinies which is pretty cool so she won’t need my help or anything. And I think on one of the days we’re going to have dinner with her family. It’s gonna be fun. And I was thinking we could all go somewhere cool and it could be a good video or not- of course whatever you want-”
“Phil,” Techno paused, “I need to talk to you about something important about it.”
Techno studied Phil’s face carefully as it contorted on his screen. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hung open just a bit.
“Oh yeah of course mate,” Phil said in resignation as he sat back in his chair, “What is it?”
Techno swallowed and let his finger hover above the camera button. He felt completely frozen like a deer in headlights even though he was just talking to his friend. His head whipped around one more time to make sure nothing would give him away before his finger pressed down on the mouse. The distinct sound of its click made his blood run cold.
For a moment he refused to look up at the screen. Out of the corner of his eye he could see blurred colors where he was sure his image was now fully visible to Phil. But he couldn’t bring himself to look. Even with how much effort he put into trying to hide his burns he knew how bad they looked and he wasn’t ready to see Phil’s reaction to them.
“Oh mate,” Phil paused as if he was carefully considering his next words, “Well…your camera works now huh.”
Techno took a deep breath, letting the air settle in his lungs before lifting his eyes to meet Phil’s. Even with the screens between them he could see the pure uncertainty on Phil’s features.
“You can ask about it you know,” Techno shrugged, “I know it’s bad.”
Phil didn’t move for a few seconds almost to the point where Techno though his screen had froze before the older man let out a deep sigh. His eyes danced across the screen studying Techno for the first time ever. Techno was instantly reminded that this was the first time Phil had ever seen him, and it certainly was never a good experience when people got a good look at him. It almost made his skin crawl watching how carefully the human’s eyes picked him apart.
This was the part Techno was scared for, the part of this dreaded conversation he had nightmares about. But he had to do it, it had to happen.
Techno breathed in and met Phil’s eyes as best as he could before prepping himself to tell the story. It’s not like he wasn’t an expert on it of course, the news ate it up for weeks after it happened. Even sitting at the hospital, or at least the closest thing tinies had to one, the tvs all replayed the story over and over.
“Do you want the uh… the full story?” Techno hummed trying not to act too perturbed.
“Yeah mate,” Phil nodded, “If you want.”
“Okay well,” Techno sighed as his arms instinctively started to rub against his burnt arm, “Um, I was sixteen, and I just wanted food after school. We had stuff at home but I wanted the fancy kind… which was a dumb decision. But the kitchen in the hotel my city was built in always had nice stuff you just had to go ask for it and I was reckless at the time- I didn’t see any issue going out into a human space.”
For a second, Techno paused watching Phil’s face carefully, but nothing changed. He was completely still aside from his breathing, and with the way his face seemed tight Techno guessed he was deep in thought.
“I left the city like I always did but there were a bunch of kids probably my age outside waiting,” Techno shuddered and let his eyes dip from Phil’s own so he didn’t have to see the man’s face, “One of them grabbed me- I’m not sure which. And another one of them had a lighter… I don’t really remember too much before I was taken to the doctor but I’m pretty sure they were drunk and just wanted to take it out on someone easy.”
Techno laughed uncomfortably to try to shake his fear but to little avail. His skin prickled as he recalled the memories of fire dancing across his skin as he struggled in the grip of giant hands.
“So yeah,” Techno exhaled shakily, “That was it. They said the kids weren’t at fault in the end and that there was no way to prove anything had happened. And that…that it was my fault if I chose to go out into the hotel.”
Techno’s eyes studied his burnt hands carefully before slowly lifting them towards his screen. Sitting there in stunned silence was Phil. His lips were drawn tight in a line and his eyebrows dipped above his eyes.
“Techno I-” he paused for almost a whole minute leaving Techno in uncomfortable silence, “I’m sorry.”
Techno stared at the screen in confusion. Out of any response this was the last he’d expected, perhaps only behind Phil being disgusted by him. He’d lied to his friend, he hadn’t told him about his real identity even after years of talking. He expected Phil to at least seem a little shocked about it.
“Are you not surprised?” Techno asked.
Phil turned his head to the side for a moment seemingly deep in thought. Through the screen Techno could just barely make out the man gnawing at his lip.
“About what,” Phil started, “That you’re a tiny?”
Techno shuddered at the word coming from his friends mouth. He wasn’t upset about what he was per-say, but it was still oddly uncomfortable to hear it put into words. Especially since the last time a human had called him that his skin had been burning.
“Well… I never told you.”
“And thats okay,” Phil said softly, “I cant say I expected it but… I’m not upset or anything mate. And it doesn’t change anything really. I’m just more… I don’t know… I’m sorry.”
“Why? I lied to you you know,” Techno scoffed.
Phil hummed thoughtfully and tapped his fingers on his desk, shaking his camera slightly, “Well-given that story I can see why you wouldn’t tell me. I’m just sorry that happened to you…I can’t imagine how much that hurt.”
Techno nodded anxiously as his brain tried to pull at the memories of the event. He couldn’t let himself slip into them though or else he’d be in tears by the end of the call.
“I just…I wanted you to know. Yaknow before you came here and found out that way,” Techno laughed uncomfortably, “And I wanted you to see what I look like because I know I’m not that nice on the eyes.”
Immediately Phil shifted closer to the screen and shook his head, “No no mate. Don’t pull that shit on me. I don’t care what you look like or what happened to you or what you are. Really.”
Techno sat stunned in his chair at the normally calm man’s outburst. He felt…odd. He couldn’t really explain the strange feelings of comfort at hearing what he’d wanted to hear for so long.
“You’re my friend Techno, and while I’m fairly upset about what those sad fucks did to you,” he grimaced, “I dont care. About any of it- that you didn’t tell me or that you’re tiny. None of it. You’re still the same person.”
Techno was shocked at the man’s words. It felt so strange being comforted by a human when the last real interaction he’d had with one had been violent. A few years ago if you’d told him he’d be not just talking to a human but friends with one he would have told you you were crazy. Especially since he hadn’t left the confines of the tiny city ever since.
“Phil,” Techno said eyes-wide, “I… Thank you.”
Phil hummed, his face still tight in barely concealed anger, “Thank you. For telling me all that, you didn’t have to.”
Techno laughed at that as he started to relax back into his chair. His nightmares of how Phil could have reacted were nothing. He still had his friend and he didn’t care.
“You deserved to know Phil.”
Phil smiled tightly and let his chin fall to his chest, “Well I don’t agree with that, still…thank you for telling me mate.”
Techno smiled back and Phil’s own lightened up. For the first time actually seeing a human and being fully aware of it he felt safe. When he was on discord calls with them sometimes it was easy to forget they weren’t also tiny, besides Tommy of course. But this was a new feeling. He was talking to a human who knew he was a tiny, who knew how much power he could have over him, and Phil was still kind.
Logically he knew none of his human friends would be weird about it since he’d seen how they interacted with Tommy, but it didn’t stop the fear in his gut from curling up; the fear that had been permanently there since the incident.
“I just want you to know also…before we meet, that it’ll be my first time since all that that I’ll actually be near a human,” Techno said slowly, “And I trust you Phil and you are my friend but… I just don’t know how I’ll react.”
“That’s okay Techno,” Phil said softly, “I’ll be careful I promise. And the house we’ll have already has tiny accommodations so that won’t be an issue… and I just want you to know if I get there and it’s too uncomfortable you don’t have to see me…”
Phil swallowed, “That would be okay.”
Techno stared in awe at his friend. He never expected this level of understanding even with how kind of a person he was. His eyes fell to his own hands before falling on Phil’s, just barely visible at the bottom of the screen. Even though they looked the same on camera he knew those hands would be easily three times his size. His friend who seemed so close now would be a giant to him in person. And while that was a frightening thought it seemed easier now that they’d talked.
“Thank you Phil,” Techno sighed, “Really. And I do want to see you when you come, I’ll get over it if I have to.”
“I know,” Phil smiled, “And I’ll help in any way I can. I don’t want you to have to be afraid of me mate. I hope you know I would never dream of hurting you.”
And for the first time since the incident Techno knew that Phil, a human who could so easily do anything he wanted to the tiny, was telling the truth.
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Summary: Tubbo was certain he was a goner. But he's alive. Unfortunately, his living status is put in jeopardy.
Agonizing pain shot through Tubbo's side like someone taking a drill bit to his ribs. He cringed and made a move to stand only to feel a warm pressure lightly pinning his to the frigid surface beneath him. Someone cooed words of nonsense from far away until sleep claimed him once more.
...
The first thing Tubbo saw when he opened his eyes was a needle larger than his whole person. He sucked in a sharp breath. Adrenaline puppeteered his body, sending him rocketing backwards. He leapt to his feet, doing his best to ignore the sharp pains in his body begging him to do otherwise.
The alien in possession of the syringe muttered something that-to no one's surprise-Tubbo didn't understand. He cried out pitifully as they made a swipe for him, their fingers snagging on nothing but air.
His legs moved faster than his mind, carrying him far away in the other direction. He clambered up cabinet drawer handles mounted on the wall like rungs of a ladder. His every muscle screamed in agony but he didn't stop until he was at the very top of the chest of drawers.
The alien stared at me from a helpless distance below. His golden wings twitched behind him, face scrunched up in an unreadable expression. Tubbo struggled to catch his breath, raking his fingers through his hair in an attempt to shake some clarity into his mind.
Where was he? Who was this? His brain was jumbled beyond repair.
They were trying to kill him. He knew they were trying to kill him. He detested needles at the best of times. This whole situation was something straight out of a nightmare.
He sniffled, trying to catch tears before they fell yet failing miserably. The alien's shoulders slumped. Blonde eyebrows furrowed in what almost looked like concern. No. Tubbo was certain he was just disappointed at finding out his little test subject was evading him.
"Ranboo!" the winged alien called over his shoulder.
Ranboo?
He appeared in a blink. The lanky, dual-colored being had to duck just to fit through the doorway. His eyes scanned the room a moment before landing on Tubbo. Panic overtook his slender face. He looked different. Fluffier. Cleaner. Completely free of the navy blue splatters that once decorated his fur.
Ranboo said something to the winged creature who held the syringe a little higher as he replied. Tubbo pressed himself flatter against the cream colored wall at the very sight of the thing. The needle was placed back onto the table immediately. The winged alien held his empty hands up placatingly.
Ranboo's tail swished uneasily on the floor behind him.
"Tubbo," he whined, holding his hands up towards the little human.
On any other day, Tubbo would've run to him. But not that day. All he could think about was being grabbed. Stuck with another syringe. Drugged for weeks at a time and waking up in strange place with a giant alien sitting in the corner with fangs and talons and antlers. He shook his head as he collapsed down onto the top of the cabinet, hugging his knees close to his chest.
Tubbo screwed his eyes shut tight. Why was he trying to kill him? He'd been duped. Stupid enough to believe that they were friends. No. What they had was the product of a temporary, symbiotic relationship. He'd been there to keep Ranboo sane. Now that he was free he had no use for Tubbo. That didn't make much sense but neither did waking up to a needle in his face.
He only opened his eyes at the sound of movement to find the blonde alien was gone. Ranboo was perched on the table Tubbo had just been laying on. His solemn gaze was locked on the small human. His were clapsed together in his lap as he murmured those soft words Tubbo couldn't even begin to comprehend.
He canted his head curiously. Tubbo let out a shaky sigh.
"The...the needle. It's like the ones they have," he stuttered. He pressed his index fingers to either side of his head to mimic horns before pointing at the abandoned syringe on the table.
Ranboo cast a glance over his shoulder before vehemently shaking his head.
"Good," he tried. He pointed at the needle. "Good."
"Bad," Tubbo replied simply.
Ranboo shook his head again. And then they were playing charades again. Outside the occasional "yes", "no", "sorry", "thank you", that's the only way they ever seemed to communicate. The gestures he was throwing out were wild.
Sleeping?
Thinking?
Talking?
Hearing?
Tubbo couldn't blame him. They probably didn't have good mimes in space for him to take after. Or maybe he was brilliant at charades and Tubbo's foggy mind simply could piece together the alien's intent.
"I don't have time to die right now, Ranboo!" he exclaimed in frustration. He sliced a thumb through the air in front of his throat for emphasis. "I have to find Tommy!"
Ranboo shook his head for the umpteenth time.
"No, no, no," he insisted. His hands were pressed together in a prayer position beside his head. Sleep? Oh, great. It wasn't poison. It was just another sedative. He'd said that like it was meant to make Tubbo feel any more at ease.
Tubbo slowly pushed himself up onto his feet with every intention of chewing out the giant alien further. He stepped to the edge of the drawers. A sudden burst of pain shot through his ribs. He let out a strangled grunt, doubling over in pain.
Straight off the edge.
His stomach dropped into his feet as he plummeted. A million thoughts ran through his head. Of Earth, of home, of Tommy. None of them lingering for more than a millisecond. He braced himself for the impact of his body splattering against the tile floor below.
But none ever came.
Instead, he landed on a soft, warm surface. He shook off the dizziness to the best of his abilities, vision slowly focusing on the heterochromatic alien towering over him.
Oh.
He cowered away from the creature. Any attempts to escape was blocked by the fingers curled around him ever so slightly. So many times, he'd found himself cradled in the same manner. He'd been nervous every now and again but there was never a moment where he was as terrified as he was right then.
There was nothing stopping Ranboo's fingers from seizing him, holding him down, and sticking him with that needle. He was raised high. Towards the creature's face. Towards the creature's mouth. He clenched every muscle so hard that he could feel them all cramping in knots.
He didn't know what he was expecting. Teeth, probably. That matching set of fangs mounted to his jaws he'd seen time and time again between grins and ravenously consumed meals. If not the teeth grinding him to mush then at least he expected the claws to skewer him.
Nothing happened.
Well, something did. It felt like sitting in one of those five dollar massage chairs in the mall. Vibrations wracked through his entire body. Ranboo's face was nuzzled softly against his chest. Tubbo couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips. The sensation was so oddly familiar at that point. Ranboo purred like a giant cat, pupils dilated to full circles as opposed to their resting slitted shape.
Right. This was Ranboo. He'd saved Tubbo's bacon more times than he could count. This was his friend. His friend wouldn't hurt him. He felt a little silly knowing that it took a twenty foot fall to remind him of that. Ranboo shifted the tiny creature around his grip, swiping a stray tear from the boy's cheek.
There was a faint sizzle of water against his thumb. He either didn't notice or didn't care. Tubbo wiped the remaining salty trails onto his sleeve. Ranboo said something that Tubbo didn't need to understand to comprehend.
"Alright, big man," he mumbled sheepishly, pressing a careful hand to the great creature's nose. "I love ya too."
I know I’ve already got aus I haven’t even written for yet but this one must be added to the list
the main plot is that its Neapolitan bros centric. Techno and Wilbur are twins that live together in an apartment because they’re both in college. They both have normal lives, or as normal as a stressed college student can get, and other than missing their dad, Phil, who lives hours away, life is great.
until they hear the crying.
both curious, the two brothers go check it out only to find a small creature.
it had golden curls and the brightest blue eyes, but what they really noticed was it looked no older than five.
it- they seemed almost completely human, except for size and some other more animalistic features.
and…they were crying, calling out for someone but based on how rough he looked, it seemed that person wouldn’t answer.
Wilbur and techno looked at each other, techno gave a silent nod, Wilbur stepped out into their line of vision.
the creatu- the young boy took notice of him and only seemed to cry harder, backing himself into a corner and curling up.
“hey…it’s okay little guy”
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sooo, thoughts? If you have any questions about this or other aus my ask box is always open ! (´∀｀)
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AYUP THANKS FOR THE AMAZING PROMPTS!!!! (They’re just so good and I hope I can do them justice!!!)
In Between Living and Lies
—Phil, Wilbur, and Techno are heroes (or villains I can’t decide) that work for their own private organization. Recently they’ve been developing a new technology that can infuse with liquid to give the user special abilities (potions).
Wilbur gets his hands on a shrinking potion and decides to test it out. He is AMAZED at just how big everything is and takes the opportunity to explore. After a bit he finds a small hole in the baseboard and he decides to explore the walls and try to find out what’s been making scratching noises for the past few weeks.
He doesn’t worry about rats because he’s confident in his powers but what he doesn’t expect to find is a trio of tiny teens.
—At first things are hostile as Wilbur is suspicious and honestly, a little freaked out by the tiny people living in his walls. He quickly warms up to them however as he gets to know them. Now in his free time he steals potions and visits the teens whenever he can.
—It all goes well for about a month until the Sbi’s shared house gets attacked. They were all preparing to attack their rivals when Wilbur suddenly remembered the teens and ran back into the house (despite the shouts from Techno and Phil)
He hates it but he has to use his powers to lure the borrowers out because he just doesn’t have time.
He hopes they will understand.
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In Paintings So Divine
—Tommy’s hobby is painting and honestly, he’s gotten pretty good at using dollar store paints. Sure they absolutely SUCK and only come in a few colors but he’s learned to use them artfully.
One night he decided to work on something abstract so he drew a HUGE forest with a small man standing in the middle of it.
The teen was almost done but he had used up all of his yellow and blue on the man’s clothes. Begrudgingly he ran to the dollar store to pick up more paints.
—Wilbur didn’t know how he got here, or where he came from. All he knew is that he liked to play guitar and his name was Wilbur. He remembered having a brother and a father and he remembered the special bond the three of them shared. Speaking of Phil and Techno, where were they?!! He jumped off of the easel and began to pace around on the table below.
—Tommy comes back only to find that the man from his painting is missing and instead he seems to be pacing around on the table in front of him?! Also he’s only a few inches tall!?!! WHAT THE HELL!?
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To Be the Glory and Thine Power
—Tommy doesn’t want to live this life anymore. He is a sizeshifter that had been captured at a young age by the tyrant Dream and he’s tired.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been used as the secret weapon of the king but he doesn’t want to be that way anymore.
Maybe that’s why one day when the castle is under siege he takes his opportunity and he runs. Along the way he meets Phil and the others. What he doesn’t know is that Phil is the opposing king of the neighboring country.
-He follows them back and starts to adjust to his new life. Tommy tries his best to hide his powers but one day he has no choice but to shift large to protect them.
Little does the teen know that instead of being terrified of him they are empathetic and truly care about him.
—Cue comfort as they try to make him realize that he IS more then what Dream trained him to be and that he’s like part of the family.
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I hope these are good and that you like them!! Hopefully they’re not too similar! (sorry if these are weird, I wanted to experiment and have fun with them!)
(Also yes I hope you don’t mind but I took inspiration from your au for my last fake fic because it’s so good and I love your writing so much!!)
