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Favorite Dsmp duo and favorite trope
my favorite dsmp duo changes depending on what it’s for, but, for g/t, my favorite duo is easily t!george or g!dream (or vice versa,,,)
my favorite trope changes so often !! right now, though, i think it's a giant seeming eerie and terrifying, despite them trying to be funny/playful. and they've got no idea the tiny is scared shitless :)
(unintentional fearplay lol)
i saw a video about manhunt in george's pov and it was super cool so obviously i gotta make it g/t 😎 (this video should definitely be watched beforehand cause my descriptions are slacking lol)
soooo have this lil thing :D
(also have the tiktok cause damn it’s awesome)
oh george~
tw: vore, un/intentional fearplay (kinda both), panic/hyperventilation
wc: 1614
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First hunter, first to die. That seemed like a false statement, but, after having been through this very thing innumerable times, George can only stand face-to-face with agreement. While he may have had more experience with Dream as a person, he has had no change in his agility or stamina since the very first time they’d tried this rather irritating game. To go against a giant, for him, would be welcoming his demise with open arms. And while he’s done it before, he is not looking for a second death when they’re only less than half an hour into the hunt. So, he’s taken a shortcut.
Water splashed around him as his boots collided with the ground under the river rushing harshly downstream. A subtle wave of pain traveled through his body as he took a hint of damage. He steadied himself, keeping himself from falling directly into the strong water.
“Geoorge~”
George froze at the calling of his name, a flutter in his stomach erupting instantly. His hands inches to his pathetic excuse of a weapon: a dull wooden sword that he was lucky enough to craft in the short time span he was given. His breathing picked up, creating an eerie echo. George’s eyes couldn’t seem to find a resting place as they looked every-which-way, darting from cavern to crevice to wildlife as he tried to find even a clue that Dream was nearby. He’d not expected to be followed after his death. In fact, he wasn’t aware that Dream knew where he was at all, especially considering the fact that he’d looked rather busy with the other four members of his party.
“I’m gonna kill you, George!” Dream laughed softly. He sounded delighted to speak these words, like it was a pleasure to create pain for the hunter. George panted, finally pulling the weapon from where it rested on his side. His knuckles became white from the intense grip he had on the handle, but, despite the pain, he stuck to the grasp. George’s mind begged him to crouch in the small indent in the stone ‘wall’, however he knew there would be no use in hiding from Dream. It’ll simply be taunt, after taunt, after taunt, until he forces George out. That being through mental manipulation or Earthly damage. He stayed put. As if any kind of defense he attempted would truly wound the giant enough to disable him.
George looked up, taking in the scenery before he’d be momentarily visiting the afterlife. The tip of the ravine was littered in green trees, a sign of early Spring. George looked down when a branch snapped from the water, startling him out of his gaze. “George,” Dream drawled. He sounded like a child calling for a cat, or perhaps a cat calling for a mouse. George’s panicked respires returned once more, and fear laced his body once again.
He aimlessly spun at a slow speed, eyeing the rock formations above him. He exhaled shakily.
“Where, oh where, is Georgenotfound?~” Dream said in a sing-songy tone of voice, his words soft, taunting. It sounded far too close to a doll with a whiny old voice box.
George continued his mindless movements and uncontrollable hyperventilation as he stood there in nothing but anticipation. Dream’s mask, his voice, any sign of him, really. Or, just simply his demise. Perhaps a boulder or a tree. George shuddered, then exhaled shakily at the thought of being in such a vulnerable position, and still, although he told himself otherwise, kept drifting towards the only thing that could really be called safety.
George was startled into looking elsewhere for the second time, as the subtle sound of stone hitting stone resonated in the thin space. He caught sight of it instantly, watching as little more than a pebble drifted downwards from the very top of the ravine. George’s heart sunk, and somehow his deathly grip on the weapon became significantly stronger. He inhaled, trying to gather what little confidence he had remaining.
Dream laughed. And, it wasn’t a lighthearted, amused laugh. It was a taunt, with a tone so similar to the last sentence he spoke. If nothing else made him frightened, it would now be this. It echoed around the canyon a hundredfold, adding to the eeriness his repeated pants created. A string of swears flowed through his mind, just as the water did. The sound rang in his mind, efficiently giving him more goosebumps than he could grasp. Every time he thought the wretched echoes of a laugh had finally taken their leave, he’d just shudder again. Until, eventually, it did stop. As the very last, unfortunately loud, vibration of Dream’s voice bounced back and forth from stone wall to stone wall, Dream spoke up again, “Come here, George!”
A shadow fell over where he stood. George knew painfully well what was to come. He directed his worried eyes upwards, instantly dropping the wooden sword as he stared with intense eyes at the hand coming at him at a speed far too quick. “No!” George yelped, screamed, as skin was all he could see. He had yet to properly register what was happening, until four fingers were closing over him like a cage, with Dream’s thumb securing him to the palm, as if somehow he could attempt, or even successfully, make an escape.
George huffed, freeing one of his arms from the gentle, yet firm, grip Dream had on him. He drew his hand to his face, pulling up the goggles that cover his eyes. And, right as he did so, sunlight drifted back onto his tiny form, welcoming him with a ripple of fresh air. He gasped, struggling against the thumb. “Hi, George,” Dream undoubtedly grinned behind the awful mask that covered his face. “Dream, you are so annoying, put me down,” He didn’t have it in him to be scared. George’s memory was not awful, he knew that Dream had four other human’s to be worried about. He knew that, when he died, he was paying attention to them. But, now, he’s here, distracting both himself and George.
Dream tilted his hand so that it was laying flat, then positioned his fingers so he was able to give George free room to move, while still creating somewhat of a barrier against him. “Why are you bothering me? Shouldn’t you be like…hiding?”
“You were…far easier to get to.”
George rolled his eyes, shifting upwards.
Dream rose a hand to his face, gripping onto the edge of the mask to pull it upwards, only to where his mouth was visible. George scrambled back into the fingers, instantly knowing exactly what was happening. “Dream, seriously, you are so annoying. Put me down,” He muttered, trying unfortunately hard to cover the shake in his voice.
“Why? You’re just going to die if I do. I’m just keeping you safe, George,” Dream hummed, opening his maw and drawing George closer to it. He titled his hand, and even though he tried his utmost hardest to avoid falling into Dream’s open mouth, he failed, and gravity did its terrible job of making George tumble past a row of too-sharp teeth and right onto his friend’s tongue with a small groan of protest.
“Dream!” He called out, watching with a frown as he saw he now was covered in darkness. He sat up, then slowly rose to his feet. The surface under him, or rather the wet muscle under him, twitched as he tried his share at walking along it. Instead of making it more than five steps, however, he instead stumbled back down.
George yelped as he was tossed to the side of Dream’s mouth; his cheek. The very same tongue he was on just a moment before prodded at him, coating him in a disgusting layer of saliva. He groaned, “Dream, you’re actually disgusting–” George stood there, at a total loss for words as he felt a familiar feeling of revulsion circulating inside of him. Then, after a short second, his body was unwillingly being moved to a different area. He somehow ended up situated atop Dream’s tongue again, more saliva pooling under him. He nearly gagged at the sticky feeling. “Dream, please, let me out of here, it’s disgusting,” he tried.
Technically, he was met with a response. Just, not the one he particularly wanted.
Instead of being spat back out into the outside world, into a space where spit wasn’t actively dripping down onto him, he found himself tilting down again. He yelped again, trying to dig his nails into the muscle. However, he realized a moment too late that they were too dull to do anything useful. So, instead of saving himself from a very uncomfortable few hours, he fell effortlessly down into Dream’s throat, where only one swallow was what it took to send him traveling down a tight gullet, where he could hear the sounds of his friend’s body echoing around him just as the very same friends’ voice had echoed around the ravine.
And, like that, he was in the place he absolutely despised.
George landed in Dream’s storage quickly, where he found that there still was an uncomfortable humidity in the room, along with the usual sticky-ness of the ‘walls’ around him. George huffed, folding his arms tightly as he found a place to rest for the rest of the evening. “I hate you.” George murmured quietly, breaking his annoyed facade (that only he could really see,) to prop himself up against the wall. His hands slid down as he tried to pull himself upwards. He nearly gagged again, shuddering at the uncomfortable feeling.
George can’t help but hope the hunters win.
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gross, i used ‘~’ /j
^^ i rarely use that. today is a special occasion :)
i love this i this love this
i speedwrote it while waiting for the dteam vlog but STILL >:D
also dream’s dialogue up until when dre catches george is not mine and is from the video !!!! ⚠️⚠️
#mw#brickfic#oh george#cw vore#g!dream#t!george#mm i was so excited for this i just love the plot sm#the writing isnt even that good i just love the fact that i wrote myself a comfort fic lol#brickquiries#orchid-harmony#prompt ask game#brickquiries games#mcyt g/t#g/t#dsmp g/t#dream smp g/t#gt#dsmp gt#i gotta fix the way i write george#i don't think he would be too scared for some of this#i tried my best 😒#orchiddd thank you for the ask :D
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it is time
everyone who comes across this post, thank @beckyu for making me remember this fic was a thing, otherwise i never would’ve posted it,,,,
ANYWAY
switched ━ curiosity noms
words: 1999
tw: vore, swearing, (maybe) mention of death/violence
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The day where Tommy found out was long in the past. The time where Wilbur was small was also forgotten, and they soon found themselves falling into a friendship tighter than the early days. From the day when Wilbur and Tommy’s sizes were switched, Wilbur found an odd comfort in being small. He knew it made Tommy feel less vulnerable, and he enjoyed the touch.
He, before Tommy, had gone far too long without coming into contact with another person—he was touch starved, and, truthfully, terribly so.
The two enjoy the company of each other and get along without arguments, it was a given since being mad at each other would be hell in their situation.
Plenty of potions are also still used around the house, and Tommy is currently learning how to do the creation process of them.
But, he usually only did it when Wilbur was small, and today he wasn’t. The potion wore off and he had yet to make another. So, Wilbur took the opportunity of being a normal size to make an actual dinner, something that rarely happened. They usually threw something together quickly that was nothing more than something alongside pasta.
He didn’t title himself as a good chef, but he was alright. Much better than Tommy — the last time he tried to cook it ended with burnt toast and rubbery eggs. Wilbur made sure that he took over the kitchen after that incident.
“To-”
“Wilbitch!”
Wilbur was startled by the voice, setting the pan of food to the side and looking behind him, soon after facing forward upon seeing Tommy. Small Tommy, to be specific. He hasn’t gone back or even thought about going back since the reveal, why on earth would he even want to be small? And when did he have the time to make the potion? And how had he even managed it?
“Tommy- what-?”
“So, uh, before you ask about…” He motioned down his tiny form. “..that, you know that one time I accidentally swallowed you? And after that it kind of became a normal thing?”
Wilbur knew exactly where this was going and he wasn’t sure he wanted to follow through with it. His heart warmed at the fact that Tommy was trusting Wilbur enough to swallow him of all things, yet he knew the blonde would back out the second he hit the moist cavern that was his mouth. It was a good thought but a bad idea.
“..Tommy I don’t know if you want to do that-”
“I do! You like it, it’s safe, where’s the problem, bitch?”
Wilbur stepped forward and leaned over the counter, not missing the way Tommy took several steps back just like he had back when they first met. Tommy clearly was frightened even if he didn’t want to be. Who knows how he’ll react to the things he has to do to Wilbur in preparation for a safe trip, let alone going through with said safe trip.
“Well for one, you’re clearly still scared, and I know you won’t like it.”
“If I don’t, let me out! I’ll never know until I try, and there’s only so much of this potion before it wears off. Please, Wil? I don’t want to be afraid of you anymore.” He said, almost begging if his voice wasn’t trying so hard to not be shaky.
Wilbur eventually let out a deep sigh.
“The second you’re uncomfortable, tell me. I will let you out, okay?” Wilbur asked, hand itching to grab the tiny, but he knew acting without permission would startle Tommy, so he held off.
“Okay, Wil, I will.” He said in amusement. Wilbur set his hand a bit away from Tommy, outstretched and flat against the granite tile to allow Tommy the time to decide when he wanted to get on.
It was a quiet process of Tommy just thinking whether or not he should do it, but eventually, much to Wilbur’s dismay, Tommy placed a hand on Wilbur’s, stepping hesitantly onto his skin. The feeling was one he wasn’t too used to, but he did his best to keep his hand steady apart from the occasional twitch.
Tommy got used to the uneven surface easily and made sure his footing was good as he made his way to the center of Wilbur’s palm, where he seemingly was comfortable enough to sit down and wait for whatever Wilbur was going to do next.
Truth be told, even though he was in ‘control,’ he didn’t have experience doing this before. Tommy did. And that is why he decided to ask the usual-giant for help. “Uh.. what do I do?”
“Whatever the fuck I usually do, dumbass. I'm not guiding you,” Tommy mumbled. Wilbur rolled his eyes, sighing heavily. There was a playful undertone that made Wilbur relax just slightly, but he still was ridden with uncertainty.
From memory, he drew his hand to his mouth, where, from the bottom of his eyesight, Tommy nodded to himself. He felt terrible as he parted his lips and opened his maw and put the brunet inside, his senses desperately trying to see if Tommy was uncomfortable in any way. So far so good despite the subtle shake his body emitted.
He couldn’t verbally ask if Tommy was alright, and it bugged the hell out of him. The only thing he could do was twitch his tongue nervously as he closed his jaw shut and hoped for the best.
Tommy patted the muscle, seemingly in comfort. It was odd, if almost felt like he could feel emotions radiating off of Tommy, even though he couldn’t normally. He shakily continued, moving Tommy around his mouth to coat him in a thin layer of saliva to ensure his trip down was smooth, just as he’s gone through many times with Tommy.
The feeling was weird, a whole life in his mouth, yet it was pleasing to know Tommy had built such a thick wall of trust with Wilbur. There was no protest from Tommy when he prodded at the tiny with his tongue, and he, in fact, and by accident, startled a laugh out of the teenager. Tommy patted the muscle again.
His heart warmed knowing Tommy didn’t seem scared, and in fact was more relaxed and comfortable than anything. With approval from the boy, the only thing left to do was swallow. He did it countless times in a day. He shouldn’t have such a difficult time. Tommy was patiently waiting, it seemed, and Wilbur was silently having a crisis.
Without much thought behind it, he swallowed. Tommy didn’t shift much from what he could feel, and for that his nerves calmed just a bit. His heart pounded as he felt Tommy go down, down past his heart and past his lungs, into his storage with a gentle thud that barely disturbed him.
Tommy shuffled around, and Wilbur assumed it was him trying to find a comfortable spot.
He’s safe, he’s calm, he’s okay.
Wilbur placed a shaking hand to his gut, silently asking if Tommy was alright. The feeling of Tommy pressing back let him relax further. He wondered briefly if when he first went down, — not counting the first time — Tommy felt the same jittery feeling all over, like he couldn’t breathe without being reassured nothing was wrong and it was all perfectly fine. Fine, fine, fine, fine.
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Tommy knew he needed to do this. It was a weird request but he, and apparently Wilbur, knew they should get Tommy the most comfortable he can be, as they have the rest of eternity to spend time together, they might as well get used to a tiny Tommy. He shook just slightly when he was brought to Wilbur’s mouth, and only felt a slight rush of fear wash over him when his lips parted and his jaw opened to reveal an almost completely dark scene. Warm breath washed over him, and he took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. He however had to open his eyes as he was shifted inside the maw. The air around him was humid and moist, but the only thing he could think of was the way he put Wilbur through this so often, and it never seemed so strange? But it sure as hell was obscene to be the one going through the process of being swallowed.
It was strange to set a hesitant hand on Wilbur’s tongue and slide his body off of the tilted palm. The muscle twitches under him as he gets situated awkwardly. Wilbur returned his hand to the outside world and waited for a good moment in silence. Cool air wafted in and he learned Wilbur was waiting for him to let him continue. “Oh, uh,” Tommy patted the wet tongue under him, a sheepish smile that couldn’t be seen on his face despite the terrible nerves running through him and the tapping on his legs he was repeatedly doing. He was nervous and eager to get this over with, but in a way, when Wilbur finally closed his mouth, it felt calming.
A very small portion of him wanted to call out and be let free of the now-dark abyss, but the rest of him wanted to continue the journey. From experience with Wilbur, he knew the most unpleasant part was-
Tommy shifted in the mouth as the part he was nearly about to describe went into action. He could tell Wilbur was being gentle, maybe too gentle, with him, but something about being pinned to the side and roof of someone’s mouth was certainly an odd experience for sure.
It continued on for a bit, and settled down with Tommy dripping head to toe in saliva, which he had to admit was uncomfortable and just a small bit — and by that he means a large bit — gross, standing back at the side of his mouth. Wilbur’s tongue prodded at him, and he found himself laughing in such a tense and awkward situation. He patted it again for reassurance having caught onto Wilbur’s makeshift way of asking if he was alright. He was, both physically and almost fully mentally.
The dark thoughts fell to the back of his mind as he fully realized that Wilbur had gone through just this a countless amount of times, and that he knew what was uncomfortable and comfortable and how to properly make sure everything went right. Tommy knew the same and could always guide him, and that made him fully relax. He was in safe hands, and he knew it.
The only slightly frightening part, where his heart pounded, is where he traveled to the back of Wilbur’s mouth and felt the throat open and grab him whole, pulling him down at an alarming speed, where Wilbur’s gullet pushed his limbs together tightly, like going through a tunnel with little breathe room.
He heard the fast beating heart of his friend, then lungs which inhaled and exhaled quickly. Wilbur was panicking no doubt. Tommy fell into the storage, the fleshy walls cushioning his fall. The air in the small organ was no different than the mouth, if not more humid. It was pleasing, as he found a comfortable spot instantly, but he still had to adjust to the change of surroundings.
The side of the wall he was facing pushed in forward slightly, and Tommy smiled, placing a hand at the same place, applying little pressure but enough to make sure Wilbur felt the touch.
He never really understood how Wilbur fell asleep almost instantly after arriving in his storage, but there was something about the atmosphere that made him tired. He didn’t exactly want to sleep, but the urge to was overbearing and he couldn’t help but rest his head against the other wall and close his eyes contently while he listened to his heartbeat slow, the same going for his larger friend.
He’s a bit jealous of how Wilbur does this on the daily.
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#mw#brickfic#brickquiries games#cw vore#something's brewing au#it's officially officially back#that snippet was nothing compared to this >:D#dsmp g/t#dream smp g/t#mcyt g/t#g/t#gt#giant/tiny#g/t writing#tiny!tommy#t!tommy#giant!wilbur#g!wilbur
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#2 for notes & #62 for docs. :)
#2 for docs is LONG......so i'm making this a lil' fic :DD
(edit) okay i just read this and genuinely it's a pretty okay oneshot?? wtf??? here you go!! that moment where you read super old writing and realize it's pretty much completely similar to your writing now </3
(also scroll down for #62, it’s there i promise)
meeting boo
wc: 1889
tw: injury (non-fatal), swearing, mention of fatal vore (doesn't happen), aaand i think that's it
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Tubbo yelped, narrowly missing the edge of the cabinet and falling, his arms instinctively moving to grab something, but they never did. The rope his leg was secured to went taut with a harsh snap, a spasm of pain shooting through his leg while he hung there, his cloak beginning to block his sight. The lightheadedness of being upside down kick in, along with the half-lidded eyes and numbness of his leg. He could feel conscious slipping from him inch by inch, and before he knew it he was just a beat away from passing out.
Until he wasn't.
He hadn’t properly registered what was happening, except for when something warm enveloping him from under. Shit. Tubbo tried to scramble back, only to be stopped by the rope. “Stop, stop, stop!” Tubbo yelped, pushing the fingers away from him. “I’m not going to hurt you, just stay still,” Ranboo instructed, his words soft. “Ranboo, please, stop,” Tears pricked at his eyes while he helplessly laid within the human’s grip, squirming occasionally against the fresh wave of pain moving throughout his numb leg.
His vision was cloudy, his throat hurt, and his eyes were threatening to close. He couldn’t, though. Not when he’s vulnerable in a human’s grip. “Please, calm down.”
“Stop..” Tubbo whined, nearly yelling again as his leg was free, pins and needles moving throughout his leg while it returned to its normal- no, abnormal position. It was broken. “Fuck…” Tubbo whined, placing a hand on his broken leg. “Put- put me down.” Tubbo tried, and surprisingly, the cold counter was soon his holder.
Ranboo crouched down, his hands curled against of the counter while his covered face stared at him blankly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Tubbo whined again. “I- I could help you?” Ranboo offered. Tubbo rapidly shook his head. “I can do it fine, just leave.” Tubbo choked on his words, tears now streaming down his partly-scarred cheeks. “Sure, right, okay.” Ranboo stood and backed away slowly before fully leaving the room with a click of the door.
Tubbo sat on the counter quietly, a hand clamped over his mouth to stifle his hiccuping sobs. He pressed his lips in to a thin line then placed his hands behind him. It was slow, but he could manage pushing himself backward towards his makeshift medical supplies in the wall.
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It was a lousy cast, and was really just medical tape wrapped tightly around his leg, but it would be fine. Right? He’d just stay here for a while. Maybe he should go stay with Tommy? No. He should treat this on his own, he doesn’t need someone to help him. He’s been solo for a year now, he doesn’t need to break that.
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It wasn’t helping. It was a bit, but not much. He couldn’t walk, and more importantly, he couldn’t get food, which was taking its affect on him now.
“Hey, um, this is really stupid, I- I don’t even know where you’re at, or if you’re still here… but, I just wanted to ask how your… leg is doing, is it- you know, healing?” Ranboo’s voice beamed from outside the wall suddenly. . . he was showing genuine concern for the borrower.
“I’m fine.” Tubbo announced.
“Can- can you walk yet?”
“No.”
Ranboo didn’t respond for a bit. Tubbo sat in anticipation for the next words, but they were late to come. He started to believe the human had left after disappointment washed over him over the fact his little snack couldn’t walk yet.
“There’s medicine out here if you want it.” Was all he said.
Tubbo had never had human medicine before. A lot of borrowers will mix random herbs and call it medicine. But they weren’t pills like humans have, they had a lousy soup-like thing. He didn’t even know if he could eat a human-sized pill. He could try, but what if it was a trap? He couldn’t escape from it due to his leg.. gods he’s overthinking. “It’s not a trap if you’re thinking that.”
“To be fair, you saying that makes it more suspicious, bossman.”
Tubbo heard Ranboo sigh in amusement. “It’s here if you’d like it.” He said again. Tubbo made a small noise in acknowledgement. He doubted the human heard it but he really didn’t care right now. Sleep was pulling at his eyes and before he knew his heart beat had dropped and conscious slipped out of him.
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Leg pain had woken him up. Tubbo groggily propped himself up against the dusty wall and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand. Ranboo’s past words repeated in his head. There was medicine set out for him, right. No. It was a trap. . . or poison. Not medicine. A human would never do that for his kind.
He knew this, and still, in the back of his mind, he pondered on what was actually out there. Maybe there was nothing and Ranboo was just toying with him, trying to get him out onto the counter and vulnerable so he could overpower him. Would he be eaten? Kept as a pet in a jar or a cage? Flattened? Cooked? Endless endings.
And that was why he continued to lay in bed. And lay, and lay, and lay for weeks. He slept through most of it, and if he hadn’t been sleeping he was either having a short conversation with Ranboo or salvaging the last of his food. He’d run out three days ago and it was starting to affect him badly.
Nearly six weeks had passed, Tubbo had been without food for almost a week now. He hadn’t gotten up in a bit, the last time he did he could manage a short walk with a bad limp. Perhaps he should try it again.
He could move his leg better than he could a week ago, and it definitely felt better to walk on now. He had a limp, but he could manage with going out to get food.
He limped through the room to the rope he’d set in the back of the cabinet. Shit. He couldn’t climb this, it'd fuck his leg up again, right? He supposed he could go on the counter… but he’d need a rope for that as well. He could go a bit longer without food, maybe.. or maybe Ranboo could help? No. Just climb the rope and get food.
It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, truth be told. His pace was a bit slow while he tried to keep his leg steady and not move it quickly or drastically, but within moments he’d found himself in the dark cabinet. He felt around for any type of box or bag, a wave of relief washing over him as he brushed over a familiar box. Hopefully.
He maneuvered though it, breaking the cracker into four to store easier. He stuffed the last quarter into the now-full bag. The cabinet door opened, catching Tubbo off guard. “Fuck,” Tubbo frowned, gazing at the masked human ahead of him. He looked relieved.
“Sorry,” The two muttered in unison.
Tubbo looked down in embarrassment, then back up with a genuine, small smile, while Ranboo huffed in amusement again. He did that a lot. "It’s good to see you’re… doing better,” Tubbo nodded, the grin gone. “Right, well, I’m doing a stream in the kitchen, you may want to… lay low?” Ranboo suggested.
“Okay,” Tubbo nodded again, taking a hesitant step back.
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Ranboo closed the cabinet door after their encounter to allow the tiny his privacy. He hadn’t completely grasped the whole borrower concept yet, probably from Tubbo’s neglect for telling him information and Google’s unhelpful results.
Not that he could blame the borrower; someone as small on him clearly wouldn’t feel safe sharing information on his species. If he was really that desperate for information, he could ask Wilbur, given that he had a much closer bond with Tommy than Ranboo had with Tubbo.
He had time before his stream, he could probably squeeze in a visit to Wilbur’s? No, that would be stupid to go there just to get advice on how to win Tubbo over. They’re making progress; it won’t take too long. Hopefully.
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The stream went fine, Tubbo assumingely stayed.. wherever he was. The walls, maybe? That seemed like the most logical option. He remembered Wilbur briefly muttering about it to Tommy on a call. Whatever.
He idly typed ‘good stream’ in Ranmail then began cleaning his… terribly messed up kitchen. He frowned at the sight of raw egg from the subgoal, and countless wrappers and unclosed bags. Flour was everywhere, and a partially eaten cake was in the middle of it.
“Hey, bossman,” Tubbo’s voice was quiet, but he managed to hear it. Ranboo turned, his eyes landing on the small form on the counter. He crouched, curling his hands around the counter. “Hey, what’s up?”
“I- I um… gods this is stupid, but I- I just wanted to.. thank you for talking with me for- for the past few weeks and- um- untying me.”
Ranboo smiled even though it wasn’t visible. “Did Tommy put you up to this?”
“What? How do you even- no, he didn’t…”
“Alright, well, you’re welcome. You seemed like you could use the company.”
Tubbo fiddled with his thumbs while thinking of a response. “Yeah, Tommy’s been so worked up with his human lately. A- And I’m also sorry that I was so… quippy? with you. My- my kind really aren’t supposed to talk, or even be spotted by a human, so-“ Ranboo shook his head. “I get it.” He said softly. “So- uh.. yeah, thank you.” Tubbo smiled genuinely. Tubbo took a step back, and Ranboo nodded shortly. A beat of silence passed before the borrower spoke up again. “So…uh, what’d you do to your kitchen?”
Ranboo looked back at the kitchen island then back at the tiny. “I don’t even know.” Tubbo huffed in subtle amusement, but it was there. The borrower opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off.
“Tubbo!” Tommy’s muffled voice called from (assumingely) the walls, catching both Tubbo and Ranboo’s attention. “Now he comes. Hold on,” Tubbo muttered, holding a finger up as a sign to wait, then disappearing beyond the walls. The two’s probably quieted conversation couldn’t be heard from out here, so Ranboo returned to cleaning while he waited.
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“Tommy?” Tubbo called out as he maneuvered though the dark hallway until he spotted Tommy “Hey, big man!” Tommy grinned, but it fell a moment later. “Why’re you limping?”
“Oh, I- I uh… broke my leg,”
Tommy gaped at that. “You fucking what? Shit, Tubbo I’m sorry I didn’t visit you- I, uh, was giving you space because of what happened the last time I came,” Tommy fretted. “It’s fine, you worry too much." Tubbo paused for a moment. "What’re you here for, bossman?”
Tommy stayed quiet for a moment or two. “I wanted to visit you.” Tommy shrugged.
“I’ve got a human to attend to, so, ma-“
“You’ve what? You’ve made peace with Ranboo?” Tommy said, a shit-eating grin plastered upon his face. Something about his eyes said he was about to bolt through the tunnels and straight out onto the counter to talk to Ranboo. He did.
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sdfjgdfds sorry if you had to scroll through that 😅
anyway
#62 in docs is titled 'any thrill will do: notes' and is worldbuilding/plot outline rambles for my quackity au :D
#brickquiries#anon#brickquiries games#mcyt g/t#dsmp g/t#dream smp g/t#dsmp gt#g/t#mw#brickfic#t!tubbo#g!ranboo#t!tommy#unimplied g!wilbur#edsfnjfks this is sooo old i'm surprised i never posted it#i think i wrote this sep-dec 2021 dsfjgefwg#gt#dream smp gt#talking brick
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fake fic titles (ask game !!)
okay so what if this is like my millionth time setting up an ask game? i love getting asks, shut up
and also i absolutely love coming up with ideas so i HAVE to do this
AND also also, i didn’t celebrate my 100 followers so now i have to. also i’m almost at 120 which is literally insane i’m so hype ty to every one of you lovely people 💕
anyway,,,,,
literally just give me a fake fic title.
or it can be a word, whichever or BOTH or multiple or whatever you want :D i just wan tto come up with ideas instead of working on my own lmfao
#brickquiries games#(again)#100 followers#116 followers technically#im a little late shhh#mcyt g/t#dsmp g/t#g/t#gt#tbh becky gave me this idea#she really is lovely for sparking post ideas#anyway she gave me a list of words and i came up with a oneshot/au idea for them and i had a lot of fun doing that so i need to do that now#>:D#no i don't need to work on my secret santa..........whaaaat that's crazy#brickfic titles#writing
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let's play a game >:]
no clue if anyone wants to do this or will see this,,,
but,
i currently have 217 notes, and 81 google docs.
give me a number and specify if you want notes or docs. i'll give you the title and, if i can, some stuff inside of it :D
this can be an ask game or a reblog game or a comment game or whatever you want i'm just really bored
#brickquiries games#reblog game#comment game#wips#talking brick#mw#interact w this plsplspls /nf#writeblr#g/t writing#g/t#bored bored bored
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You know what, fuck it.
All 50 questions, go
........................okay..! i'll do c!brick :D
1 : do they have any crafting hobbies?
of course she does! she's a borrower! brick is really good with a needle so she makes a lot of like blankets and tapestries, occasionally clothes too :D andd honestly she'll use anything to make anything,,,
2 : do they wear perfume/cologne? if so what scents do they prefer?
brick doesn't wear perfume because she doesn't know what it is. and if she did, she wouldn't touch it :) (i hate perfume irl too)
3 : do they enjoy cooking?
no, she wants things that need no preparation!
4 : do they enjoy baking?
no for the same reason, but she likes baked goods. then again no one's thrown her into a kitchen before,,,
5 : do they have any tattoos? if so what are they and do they have any meaning?
no tattoos!
(more under cut)
6: if they were badly injured, and for whatever reason couldn't go to a hospital, who would they go to for help?
well she can't go to a hospital at all, so the only thing to do would be to go to c!orchid or c!becky
7 : do they have any unusual fears?
c!brick is pretty fearless because of her cockiness and need to be brave. and if you look deep down inside her she doesn't have anything particularly unusual. i mean.....if being crushed under a hand or squeezed to death counts as unusual to a non-g/t fellow,,,
8 : do they collect anything? if so what and why?
she collects lil pieces of stone when she's outside. sometimes she does stuff with it but there's just a growing pile of pebbles and rubble in the corner of her room. the first lil piece of stone she found was a brick, hence the name :D there's no real reason behind this
she also collects the normal borrower stuff: bits of scrap, matches, string, etc.
9 : when they're sick what do they do to feel better?
she's standoffish as hell so she wouldn't immediately go to c!orchid or c!becky unless she was like dying, so she would stick to herself for a while until caving and maybe asking a human for help. but to feel better, she'll usually just craft something. maybe rearrange stuff in her room (terrible for being sick but mentally it calms her)
10 : do they have any regrets?
not really. being seen by c!becky and eventually meeting c!orchid can sometimes linger in her mind at night but she doesn't exactly regret it, it's just that underlying fear from when she bothered to follow some of borrower code
11 : do they have any addictions?
nope! she likes a lot of things in one serving
12 : do they have a sense of style? regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?
a borrower's clothing style (and just general style) depends a lot on the material that their human has, and more specifically the stuff they can get their hands on. but from what c!brick gets, she thinks she has a nifty gift for knowing how things will look.
13 : do they enjoy poetry?
she has no idea what that is! if she did, though, she probably wouldn't. she'd appreciate it but it won't hold her interest
14 : do they have a hard time opening up to people?
yes! chatting with her can come kind of easily (more so than actually opening up) but it takes a while for her to warm up to people
15 : what kind of sense of humor do they have? or do they have one at all?
i'm not going to bother thinking of a whole new sense of humor, so my humor. she has my humor.
16 : do they want or have kids?
she doesn't have any, and never wants any
17 : how easily would they be convinced to do something that goes against their morals?
it would take a while, if it ever did work. she does things a certain way and generally she doesn't like ruining that flow! very stubborn
18 : how easy is it to become their enemy?
very easy! even with the newfound friendship with c!orchid & c!becky, brick still kind of sees them like a playful threat. so imagine that but there's no underlying joke
19 : how easy is it to become their friend?
eh, depends. like i said, it takes a while for her to warm up to people, so therefore she doesn't exactly just click with people. and as she likes doing things her own speed, she prefers if people don't try and pry her out of her home or out of her comfort level (which is pretty non-existent considering her whole "fearless" facade. so it'd take a few weeks to be acquaintances, maybe a month for friendship. could be longer,,
20 : do they have a strong connection to their culture?
ehhhh not really. from the start she never really bother obeying borrower code because she knew the danger but also took into consideration how a handful humans don't throw a fit when they see a bug and knew there was some hope.
21 : what is more important to them: friends or family?
friends all the way. she doesn't really have any family because they left her on her own once she reached a certain age and she hasn't seen them, or any other borrower, ever since :)
22 : would they ever betray anyone for money?
money has no value to brick, but she probably would if it did or if she was human,,,,
23 : how would they want to die?
in a fight with a cat. context? nuhuh :)
24 : do they have any enemies?
everyone is kind of her enemy. sometimes in a playful way and other times in a genuine way
25 : do they have a daily/night routine?
as a borrower there isn't a ton you could do to spice up your day. it's either walls, house, or outside. so she kind of follows a routine of borrowing in the late night if she needs something, practicing hobbies during the day and venturing around the house in the early morning. but after she meets c!orchid & c!becky they do more spontaneous things since yk..humans
26 : have they met any of their heroes? did they regret it?
brick doesn't really have any heroes, her life has been independently done for her whole life
27 : has a chance encounter ever had an unexpected effect on them?
c!becky finding her ofc! that turned her life right around :D
28 : are they a #gamer
of course 😎 (no)
29 : if they were real would you be friends with them?
100%, she seems SO cool
30 : if they had the chance to be famous would they take it? if they are famous would they rather they weren't?
she probably would take the opportunity to be famous. just because
31 : what superpower would you choose for them and what would they choose for themselves? if they have one would they choose something else?
i would choose shapeshifting for her and she would choose invisibility!
32 : if they could change one thing about themself, what would it be?
she would change nothing! she is surprisingly satisfied with herself
33 : do they play ttrpgs? if so what kind of characters do they play? or are they more likely to gm?
they don't play ttrpgs but if she did she would get SO invested in acting out things. (tinies playing ttrpgs are my favorite thing ever)
she would probably be some like evil character with a god complex with a terribly high amount of betrayal arcs that are way too packed together to even be surprising anymore,,
34 : how well do they deal with grief?
she hasn't experienced it yet, but she would probably be bad at it and have unhealthy coping mechanisms
35 : do they believe in fate or do they believe that they are in charge of their own destiny?
she believes she's in charge of her own destiny! but there's also a part of her that believes everything happens for a reason, which is a part of her trying not to be so pessimistic about everything
36 : would they ever kill someone? have they already?
she would probably kill someone. not intentionally (maybe) but by accident maybe if she took one of her schemes too far
37 : are they religious? if so do they have a strong sense of faith, are they uncertain, or are they somewhere in between?
she's agnostic (leaning on atheist) with a sprinkle of unsure pantheism (like me :D)
38 : what are their dreams like? do they have any recurring dreams/nightmares?
brick rarely dreams. rarely rarely. when she does she barely remembers it in the morning and just continues on with life, unbothered by any nightmares or dreams she may have had!
39 : would they ever crash a wedding?
for fun, yes. for personal benefit, also yes, but it's more unlikely.
40 : if they found a sword in a stone would they try to pull it out? how would they react to being able to pull it out or not?
she would try and pull it out despite being so small, and DESPITE BEING SMALL, she would complain about it and call it rigged
41 : do they learn from their mistakes?
for about 2.7 days then she does it again :D
42 : can they speak multiple languages? if yes what do they speak and why?
brick speaks english and that's it. they've picked up the general like "hola" and "uno" but other than that she's boring
43 : can they handle stressful situations?
yes! she works really well under pressure, especially if she's yelling at someone :D
44 : who, if anyone, would she trust with her deepest secrets?
nobody. maybe a bug
45 : do they plan in advance or just wing it?
wing it! sometimes she'll make a rough outline for a plan but generally she just goes into it headfirst and hopes for the best
46 : would they lie to get out of trouble?
absolutely. she's really good at it too despite never being in a situation like that,,
47 : would they lie to get someone else out of trouble? even if they would have to take someone else's place?
she would lie to get someone out of trouble if they were close to her. she does like snitching. but she probably wouldn't do it to take their place unless they're REALLY close to this person
48 : how likely are they to go on a quest for revenge?
as soon as someone does something inconvenient to her, she's plotting revenge. this is the only time she plans something
49 : do they have trouble keeping their enemies and their friends straight?
she's small, so it's not easy, but she definitely tries to keep people straight. sometimes it works, but more often than not it doesn't,,,,
50 : what is your favorite thing about them?
ehhh appearance maybe? this is for borrower!brick not the like more non-human brick i have in the works but still i like her appearance a lot! her personality is close behind bc i stole it from techno & george sdhfdgdfjs
wow orchid you really just had me to do that...
t- thanks for the ask :'D
ask game !!
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i want asks about school floor au & crashed au even though there's only a little bit of info about them out
please even just a 'wtf is this au' would suffice
school floor is a sizeshifter!ranboo meets human!clingy after they discover his home in the floorboard and that day forward the three of them become inseparable
crashed au is an au where t!ranboo has been surviving on an island since he was 6. tommy and tubbo come along and also crash, but instead of a plane it's a boat. that sinks. they're all stuck on the island,,, shenanigans ensue
asks plsplspls i have brain rot for these two au's
#asks#pls i love these au's too much#g/t#talking brick#dream smp g/t#mcyt g/t#dsmp g/t#brickquiries games#new au mention
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16. an artist whose work you like!
-Plant
okay there's a large category here, but i'm keeping it to a minimum of the mcyt g/t community to which i reply @eyes-eye-eyes
they have made some of my favorite works in this community :D
also i rlly like leetlezeetle but i'm scared to tag them cuz they're a big blog lmao
ty for the ask :]]
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39 and 26
26 : a song to overthrow the government to
ohhh so many! on my playlist specifically, i'd say arabella or d is for dangerous by arctic monkeys. also tongues & teeth by the crane wives!
36 : a song to crank while driving 80 down a highway
OH IGEJFSDJ so manyyyyy oh my god. for starters, dark paradise by lana del rey. mosco by autoheart, literally ANY the neighborhood song, vienna by billy joel, any lovejoy song, creature by half-alive (rlly any half-alive song), any dream smp song, d is for dangerous by arctic monkeys, any broadway song, and SOOO many others. DFJSDJ
ask game !!
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And that for that one ask game-
A recipe or dish you make that’s your signature piece/favourite dish and the recipe for it (unless it’s a secret to which I’d like a penguin)
Also why it’s your fav/sig dish ❤️
Have a lollipop and penguin 🐧🍭
i make beer bread a lot, i think that's like what i'm known for making in my family lol
i just find a random ass recipe i really don't keep track, all i know is whenever we're having a family gathering or just a big dinner ppl want me to make bread. no clue why
there's your penguin :D i hop recipes sm i rlly don't have a link to give you JFJDS so penguin it is!
ty for the lollipop :3c i think i need to start using these lollipops to my advantage. i can build a fence with all the sticks. or sharpen them to make a sword or spear >:) possibilities possibilities.... (unrelated but that word is so fun to type)
send me something you want to know about me!
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📝
Send me one too if you want :)
CHATFIC!!! CHATFIC MY BELOVED :DDDDDDD
the mangoball/cheater, cheater vibes ARE AMAZING. and the plot. yes. i love it. poor karl but also YES go off he made friends with a human!! and i love how q is just....in the background occasionally popping up. that's one of my favorite versions of q!! and george with his instincts!!! out-of-control instincts have been on my head a lot and i just. JVJDVJFDSN love it :DD like poor gerge he doesn't wanna hurt anyone but he can't help what his mind tells him </3
// send me a 📝 and i'll tell you my favorite fic of yours!
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📝 IM SO CURIOUS TELL US PLEASE 🛐🛐🛐
DEFINITELY whispering crystal au :D ik ur not totally in the mcyt fandom so sorry for bringing it up (i've never been ex-fandom so idk if the topic is weird?? prob not but still) BUT. that au. it is so old to me in the best way possible like a lot of the og fics i find make me very happy since i read them in the happiest time of my life !! and the storyline is awesome, very open-ended atm and intriguing! i love how well the three of them handled what happened to dream and i just AHH it's very good :D the vibes in my head for it make it so pleasing to think about,,,,,
// send me a 📝 and i'll tell you my favorite fic of yours!
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Fake fick title:
That was dumb
omgomgomg okay hello welcome to my askbox :D
this is lovely i love this bc it immediately gave me an idea
tommy and dream are in a war-well not really, but they both lowkey hate each other. dream is a borrower living in tommy's apartment, so being caught and constantly talked to got very irritating, very fast. so once tommy found out about dreams dislike for his attempt of making friends with the only guy that's constantly in his life (tommy made sure that he sees dream every day, even if it pisses the borrower off), instead of leaving him alone, he decided to play a prank on him. then dream pulled one on him. then tommy did it again, and so on. now they're pretty much just destroying each others lives. (because tbh they can get violent) tommy tries one last time to get dream for good (or at least for a little bit, he has to admit he loves dream's company despite the fact that the man is the reason he has so many fucking bandages on), and plans to make a trap. he sets it all up and makes sure to time it just right. and dream saw it coming, cause, c'mon, he's tiny and can hide easily, and he's out for tommy's blood, he sees everything, including tommy's multiple-hour-long-struggle to set the trap up that ultimately just failed
#brickquiries#roomofartisticcatz#welcome welcome#brickquiries games#i love this ngl i might write it sometime#HOPE U ENJOY#also this is my first time doing this so i'm not entirely sure i did it right? i just give a prompt right..?#whatever if it's not right i'll just call it smth else lmaooo
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12, 16, & 18 for the g/t ask game :D
Have a cookie 🍪 :]
ty!! have a brick, an equal exchange 🧱 >:D
12: if you suddenly grew/shrunk where you are right now, what would happen?
if i were to shrink, i'd end up in my chair which honestly is much worse than the floor--where am i meant to go? however my earbuds are hanging off the edge of my desk rn so i'd be able to get onto said desk. and if i were to grow, i think i could comfortably be like 10-15 feet before the house damage starts 💪
16: what’s your comfort g/t media/tropes?
my comfort trope is probably a tiny overcoming their fear of a giant/human, that be confronting them, asking to be nommed, asking to be held for the first time, etc. etc. i just find that to be such a great trope :D
18: any favorite g/t content creators? people you wanna hype up?
so many ppl! i'm scared to tag a lot of them sooo uh some of my favorite g/t creators are @sheena-yuet they make amazing art,,, svs of course they're pretty cool, @smog-frog-0 of course, the two of us pop off when it comes to making random fandoms g/t 💞, @eyes-eye-eyes has such cool art----- and then some real basic ones are ban & cloudy :)
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I'm gonna throw Karl at you
okay i ASSUME this is for the ask game (also went off of c!karl for this ofc
// give me a character from any fandom i'm in or media i like and i'll fill this chart out!
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injured or killed
deadly court
bubble gum pops
For the fake fic titles ask game. -Marmo
injured or killed
ranboo knows to stay away from humans. they're no good, and they'll hunt him down if he gets too close to their territory. they claim that giants, such as him, are destructive and invasive. personally he finds that a bit stupid--considering the fact that almost every giant he knows is just lovely--but he doesn't complain. but, seeing a human on the ground, bleeding way too fast, probably fresh out of a battle and nearly unconscious, he feels a terrible urge to help him. so, he takes him, because what else is he meant to do? who knows what'll happen if the boy is just left on the forest floor, bleeding out.
deadly court ⚠️ noms !!
(i gotta say i looove this one) okay, so maybe he has a strange soft spot for his client. he shouldn't considering that he's literally going to court under the suspect of being guilty, but still. quackity can't help but stare at sapnap as he endlessly rambles about how stressed he is, pacing along the small desk in the room they'd managed to get to themselves. and he can't help the soft smile he gives the tiny when he starts talking to him. and yeah, he probably shouldn't be reacting positively to someone venting to him, but forgive him for accidentally falling in fucking love with his client. when quackity zones back in, he realizes that he's smiling. he apologizes quickly and scoops the man up, not really thinking straight. he chats to sapnap for a bit, actually taking the time to listen to him instead of just spacing out to admire his features...okay he did that too, but he wasn't smiling this time. he hopes so, at least. he cuts sapnap off mid-sentence, absentmindedly popping the boy into his mouth. of course his client's first reaction is immediate fear, but a quick hum of reassurance from quackity seemed to calm him down a bit. at least now he doesn't have to sit and stare at the marvelous features of a guy he needs to be serious to.
bubble gum pops ⚠️ mention of fatal mouthplay, mention of vore !!
(okay this is kind of angsty. also this takes place in the same universe as shroud, you savior) he can't help the way he flinches every single time the gum in tommy's mouth pops. he knows better--they've been friends for, like at least a month now and after a certain incident regarding him, a spider, and a reveal, he knows that tommy doesn't want anything but to be friends with him. he doesn't want to trap him, or eat him, or dehumanize him, or--the gum pops again. he flinches. tommy subtly notices, not enough though--wilbur tries to cut himself off of those thoughts as he returns to sewing himself a new bag. pop. he flinches poking himself with the small, homeade needle. he curses, tommy now notices his jarred self and pauses his chewing.
#brickquiries#anon#brickquiries games#i kinda just wrote part of the story instead of giving a prompt#but yk that works#anyway i LOVE deadly court so um i hope ppl enjoy it as much as i do#cw vore implication/mention
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