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a-xyz-s · 1 year

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One hell of a meetup

Characters: human!tubbo and giant!ranboo

Word count: 1350 words

Cw: vore, safe/soft vore, angst, unintentional fearplay, mentions of death (doesn't happen), very light profanity, instincts

Just a short oneshot from almost a year ago I finally got to finishing. Idea, motivation to finish and proofreading provided by the lovely @brick-a-doodle-do am a vore hoe indeed Brick :D

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"Ranboo?" Tubbo breathed out in a shaken whisper, a wave of cold sweat washing over his neck when his own voice echoed back through the pitch black cavern.

No response.

For a bit he could swear he was dead and in hell, the heat certainly fit the description. What wasn't quite fitting was the sheer humidity, the gentle winds of cool forest air passing by just out of reach, the deep thunderous rumbling of what could've been recognized as a hum and the ever slightly motioning and twitching wet ground right under his stiff sprawl out body. It wasn't long before the realization hit with full force and Prime had Tubbo wished he was dead right then and there.

The bloodchilling memory of what happened only moments ago fought its way to the front of his mind encasing his already blind eyes with panic filled darkness. Then, as if on cue, was the teen scrambling back to his feet, squirming around as his sporadic movements lead to his limbs slipping and sending him tumbling back down, each soft fall followed by a frightened whine.

Desperate determination left his body momentarily, lying limp on the muscle he now recognized as his 'friend's' tongue, heaving heavily, not getting enough oxygen through his system to think rationally. When it began to shift under his weight, he felt his body slipping off of it, slipping closer to… something, gravitation sending him downwards.

Now that? That forced a horrified scream out of his tightened throat, all the determination and adrenaline from moments ago returned in double the force and successfully pushed him up on his hands and knees.

His eyes have adjusted to the dark by now, but without a sliver of light he simply couldn't see, not even his own trembling hands moving him forward were more than pitch black splotches blending with the surroundings.

It's not like he needed to see, he knew his- 'friends' end goal far too well, he knew he just tried to slowly finish him off, most likely savoring the moment.

It wrecked a choked sob out of him, he never thought meeting up with an online friend, someone he trusted with his life, would cost him his life.

Guiltily he thought back to his parents, all those well-meant warnings and stranger danger talks he's had through the years, Prime, he hated them so much, but what would he give now if he had just listened.

Tubbo growled, he felt rage boiling his insides substituting the previously consuming panic, this wasn't fair. None of this was fair!

All he wanted was his friend, not just the comically deep voice coming through his phone's speaker, nor the half pixelated face smiling back at him. He wanted to hold him in a long tight hug, which he'd make sure was only the first of hundreds more. But he supposes that was too much to ask of life.

Ranboo may have tricked him, but there was no way he was going to give up, going to make it easy for the motherfucker. Oh fuck no!

He's going to reach the front, reach the teeth and then kick with all the force he can muster, if it takes a lost tooth for the bastard to open his jaws, if that's the price for Tubbo's life, then it's one he will be paying.

'Surely just a bit closer', Tubbo reached his arm out trying to feel for the teeth, he felt nothing but void in front and before he could piece together the puzzle his other hand slipped.

This time there was no slimy plush to catch his fall, he felt the upper half of his body slip for considerably longer before stopping at an elongated wall of flesh which wasted no time in doing it's duty. It squeezed around his torso tightly and began pulling down, paying no mind to the protests of Tubbo's hands which tried and failed repeatedly to push him back up.

"RANBOO!!!" the boy screamed in terror. He knew it was stupid, calling out the name of his soon-to-be-murderer, but in the chaos all his mind wanted was his friend.

All at once the tugging stopped and the boy found himself back on unstable ground, he stifled a sob. 'Back on Ranboos tongue', he reminded himself bitterly, but it was a ground no less.

A loud booming vibration came from all around him, startling his tiny-in-comparison form, similar enough to the previous hum, but different in tone to be recognized as something softer. Maybe less of a hum and more of a hush? In any other circumstance it may have even been comforting, weren't it for the burning feeling of betrayal and impending doom.

"Let me go, please," Tubbo broke. "I just- I just wanted to be friends, just to meet you, to have you here with me, to hold you, and- no nO NO NONONO!!!" The boy shrieked, kicking with his boots into darkness which mercilessly drew him in like a magnet. His nails found nothing to dig into, hands nothing to hold onto and feet nothing to push against and so helplessly his body slid back to the very same demise he was spared of moments ago.

This time, as a final nail in the coffin, as the fading light that sealed his fate, the same muscle he found his footing on pushed against his torso. Briefly his back got harshly pressed against the bony roof of the mouth, squeezing all air out of his lungs. Afterwards came a strange sensation, as though he was falling but oh so slowly, like every inch of his fall was slowed by some strange kind of safety measure sliding up his sides, leaving them drenched in increasing layers of slime. His limbs rested there, pinned against his body and rendered useless.

It only lasted ten seconds or so, the longest ten seconds in Tubbos life.

He landed, the soft walls underneath giving in downwards and further softening his ungraceful arrival.

This really was happening, wasn't it?

Ever since he's made eye contact with the giant who had yet to utter more than a hum of uncertain tone and emotion this is where he was bound to end up.

He should've run when he had the chance, should've fought harder and somehow, anyhow, fought off the monster's gluttonous gullet. And he should've begged when he had the slightest sliver of hope his words may be heard. To be frank, he felt an overpowering certainty that nothing he did mattered anymore.

Tubbo let his body fall back, slowly pressing against and sliding down the wall of flesh behind him. His hand, shaking, unable to stay still, traced a soft half circle by his head. More followed suit. Minutes later he finds himself gently rubbing at the stomach walls.

Tears fell silently down his cheeks, everything around, every inch of the plush surrounding him, was Ranboo. His entire world was nothing but his wished-for best friend. And yet, Tubbo felt so alone.

None of this was fair.

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Ranboo let out another hum, content with the light weight finally resting securely in his storage. The tangled mess of thoughts his mind had become, blinded by primal instincts which screamed nothing but 'protect him', began clearing up now. If he had to guess, Tubbos first reaction to his sheer size may have been the trigger, he didn't hold it against his friend, meeting a giant, in a literal sense, wasn't quite the everyday occurrence.

It was quite fear inducing, but sadly someone forgot to notify his instincts and deliver the message that his friend wasn't in any real danger.

And in the process Ranboo forgot to notify Tubbo, who now sat there, sobbing and trembling terribly, awaiting what he believed to be approaching death.

When he fully awakes from his instinct flooded trance, Ranboo will have a lot of explaining to do, but for now, he was overflowed with joy to finally hold his best friend close.

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Thank you for reading! Lemme know if you liked this shortie :D

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x-pair-o-dice-x · 3 months

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felt like drawing more rovengers,, dkjdodndo

#my art #by nature au #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #giant!bad #giant!dream #tiny!tubbo #giant!ranboo #giant!sapnap #giant!sam #messed with some of their designs a bit; but i think sam’s design changed the most #i mean. i actually redesigned him a long while ago; but i don’t think i ever shared it?#so here’s a little peak at what he looks like now #i tried drawing george and ant too but they didn’t look good and i’m too lazy to try again ldndksnsks

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brick-a-doodle-do · 9 months

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You say you want prompts….

What if the giant who used to be quiet (maybe for not so good reasons) but came out of their shell with the help of their tiny has a short relapse where they completely don’t talk and the tiny is just there to help

Perhaps g!Ranboo with t!Tommy or t!Tubbo (or whoever I just want fluff—)

speedwriting on vacation? speedwriting on vacation.

i was gonna wait for you

wc: 1849

cw: swearing, panic, brief mutism (is that the right word? the internet gave me it), mention of (sfw) vore/mouthplay

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Ranboo is going to murder him.

Tommy stumbles against the lapping wind, which pushes at his cheeks and makes them like ice. Rain patters onto him, each drop like a bucket being dropped on his head.

Shivering, he pulls his coat around him, trying to act like it wasn’t already drenched. He stumbles again, adjusting his footing right before toppling over. A blurry light shines in the distance, through an array of trees with branches that clash loudly with one another. With each of his steps, above the sounds of the wind and pouring rain, there’s a faint clicking noise. Prior to going out into the belly of the storm, Tommy had been occupied shoveling handfuls of rocks into his pocket to assure he wouldn’t get swept into the night by the gale.

The tiny made his way through the clearing, the light of the house growing nearer at an agitating pace, and by the time he finds footing on the pathway to his hole in the wall, the rain has seemed to disperse a little. He scrunches his hair up and water seeps from it, the same as he pinches the fabric of his coat.

For the most part, the house seemed sleepy enough. Maybe he could get to bed before Ranboo confronts him. He treks the path, his soaked and muddy shoes sliding along the floor and nearly having him fall over enough times for him to discard them at their third murder attempt at him.

The rest of the way was quick, until he finally reached his nook. The lights were out, just as he had left them. He squints in the darkness, feeling his way through the area before collapsing on a makeshift couch. He sighs, pulling his coat off and tossing it to the side with a squelch. He cringes at it, then decides he should probably do something about the wet mess he could call himself.

He gets off the couch and flicks his lights on, which flicker for a moment before lighting the space up in warm lighting while projecting star-shaped shadows on the wall. He grabs his jacket from the floor and hangs it up, positioning a portion of a towel, (courtesy of Ranboo), underneath it to collect the fallen raindrops.

Doing the same with his shirt, he then hovers over a basket of clean and dry clothes.

Tommy is mid-way through struggling on a makeshift hoodie before a soft sob carries through into the walls.

He—not before adjusting the shirt on him—pauses, interest piquing at the sound. Ranboo?, his mind supplies, thoughts of the human’s reaction to his disappearance already filtering through his thoughts. At another sob, Tommy promptly replaces his pants and hurries down the hall to the opening in the kitchen.

Stepping out onto the counter, it wasn't hard to spot Ranboo, curled up on his couch, staring blankly out onto the floor, shuddering occasionally as the post-cry hiccups settled in.

Tommy’s seen that gaze before.

Guilt bubbles in his gut, the feeling in him as he remembers seeing Ranboo look like that, quiet and still after events regarding another borrower they had scared off. Tommy had gone to talk them out of the demeanor and in the process befriended them, and now months down the line they stare at the floor the same way they had back then. It didn't take much for Tommy to recognize that the trance he’d put the human in traced back to none other than himself.

He sighs, arms crossing instinctually as he begins to adjust to a plan. Water drips inaudibly from his soaked hair, tracing down his face and dripping down his bare arms, a small puddle forming at his feet before he takes off again, along the length of the counter, (While clambering through stray things on its surface), until he reaches the edge of it, then steps off to an installed plank for him to walk along, the thing narrow and uneven although plentifully useful.

Tommy passes through Ranboo’s excuse of a dining area and then into the living room, silent as he can as to not disturb Ranboo into panicking further. The human’s head rests on the couch with their hands folded solemnly over the edge of the couch.

While sturdily inching his way down the pathway, Tommy debates on calling out to his friend, his mouth opening and closing with ‘Ranboo!’ stuck on the tip of his tongue.

He sucks it up and stops in his tracks momentarily, cupping his water-wrinkled hands over his mouth and yelling out a fond: “Ranboo! My guy!”

Ranboo’s still for a moment, Tommy narrowing his eyes at the scene before opening them up again as he human shuffles up from the couch and looks around for the borrower. He waves, attracting their attention towards Tommy. Ranboo’s eyes soften instantly, though they make no move for their little friend.

Tommy, not knowing what to do with such a distance recognition as Ranboo’s, fills the silence.

“Oh, man, Ranboo, that storm out there,” Tommy starts, groaning for emphasis while continuing down the path to the, (still half-frozen), human, “I fucking went across the clearing for acorns, they're in season and I figured …. uh, well, I didn't really have s plan, but then it became fucking dark as shit and only at sundown, so I filled my pockets with rocks so I wouldn't blow away, I—”

“Were you leaving me?” Ranboo says, cutting Tommy off purely in relief. His voice is quiet, nearly cracking had he spent any more time crying.

“What?” Tommy asks, dumbfounded at the question. By now, he’s halfway across the floor of Ranboo’s floor; halfway to the couch.

“You left, and I have to ask if it was because of me,” Ranboo repeats, more emphasis and his voice a little louder, though Tommy doubts any lift in Ranboo’s demeanor.

Tommy shakes his head, knowing well Ranboo couldn't see it but perhaps as a reassurance to himself.

“No, no! Dickhead do you really think I’d do that? Ranboo, I wouldn't have came back if I was leaving you,” Tommy says, scoffing half-heartedly before adding a swift: “which I wasn't.”

Ranboo hums, still making no move to welcome home the borrower, who stands below his outstretched hands awaiting any kind of movement.

“Jack was a one time thing, he just got scared, like the ass he is,” Tommy continued on. He stands, folding his arms over his torso impatiently despite knowing he shouldn't be worried about the status of his stance.

At the most, Tommy can barely reach the tip of Ranboo’s finger no matter how much he extends his height.

Falling back down onto his heels, Tommy huffs. “One time, I walked in on Jack borrowing food and he thought I was a human. Scared the shit out of him for sure, like a human could come from the other side of the cabinet.”

Ranboo stays quiet.

“...can you let me up?” Tommy asks, finally. Much to his dismay, he’s met with an immediate response that almost seems mindless. Ranboo’s hand inches down barely, though enough for Tommy to cling onto him. Secure, Ranboo says nothing as he brings the borrower up to the couch, resting on the unoccupied side of the pillow that he had been resting on.

Tommy then adjusts to the uneven surface and looks up at Ranboo, who's face is covered, the strap of their seeming mask the only thing he can make out. They put the mask back on.

(Regarding the incident of Jack, Ranboo had sulked around the house in a mask. He never understood why and never cared to question it after he took it off, and now he doesn't have the gut to ask now.)

“I'm back, aren't I? I still touched your abnormally long fingers,” Tommy points out, partially because he wanted out of his thoughts. Ranboo doesn't crack a smile at his thrown-together humor. Or, at least he assumes they don't as the mask obscures the one prominent indicator.

Tommy pulls his lips to the side in thought, eyes narrow at the quiet human. “If I took the mask off and climbed inside your mouth would you move enough to spit me out?”

Ranboo’s brows crease through strands of their hair. Tommy considers this progress.

“Ranboo,” Tommy starts, something of a distant phrase stuck in his throat. His voice runs dry and his pride pulls at him to Shut The Fuck Up, but his heart doesn't care.“I'm sorry,” he says, a weight lifted from him even though he knows he shouldn't be the one being relieved, “I knew you were awake, or whatever you were doing, and I left during a storm and even then I hadn't came back and I guess it was shitty on my end. Sorry.”

There's a pause, and a longer pause, and …. it doesn't take long for Tommy to realize the pause was simply Ranboo ignoring the borrower.

He doesn't know why, although that silence hit him graver than any other. Like months of tangling has been undone by a simple stroke. An apology from him has been left to disperse into only a fine memory of Tommy’s that leaves him remembering how kind he had been and how passive Ranboo had been. (Even so, he still has the emotions to amplify that he was more than hurt at the absence of a response.)

“Fine. Dick.” It's back to wit. “I'm going to jump off the couch since you don't want to fucking talk to me,” Tommy murmurs, turning on his heel and making less than a grand exit than he would've liked. (Not as if Ranboo's attention was on him.)

He slides off of the pillow, then close to the cliff that was the edge of the couch. Staring down at it, he considers the fall. Couldn't result in death, therefore leading him further and further until he decides to quip out a curious: “Oh, goodbye ole’ Ranboo, he-who-won't-talk-to-me.”

At his last syllable he steps from the couch, praying to Prime as the ground comes closer that he comes out of this with no less than an injury. Before he could hit the ground, just as he had presumed, he’s caught as lengthy cold fingers trap him and he’s stopped from the fall. Ranboo’s grip on him tightens ever-so-gently and he can make out his return to the couch.

Ranboo hums, the smallest of noises he’s heard all evening.

Instead of being let out, Tommy body pulses with warmth all around him as he’s engulfed in a darkness, a beating heart just moments away from him. He groans at their grip, yet makes no move away from the crease in his friend's neck, which radiates warmth and vibrates softly, almost silent had he not been pressed against their throat.

“Thank you, for not leaving me,” Ranboo whispers. It echoes from where he sat against their throat.

Through his urge of wit and of sarcasm, Tommy only has the mind to respond, loud and clear and in full honesty, with: “I wouldn't do that.”

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#brickquiries #sloth brickling #sloth my beloved \o/#mw #brickfic #short prompt series #<- well it kinda turned into a long fic #cw vore mention #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #t!tommy #tiny!tommy #g!ranboo #giant!ranboo

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zero-to-zero-to-zero-again · 10 months

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Intergalactic Abductees: Ranboo (1)

Tubbo (1) Tommy (1)

{This piece takes place after the events of Tubbo (3)}

Word Count: 1,414

TW's: Injury, Medical Stuff, Mentions of Abduction, Mentions Of Past Abuse, Fear of Death, Profanity, Mentions of Trafficking

Characters: C!Tubbo, C!Ranboo, C!Philza, C!Technoblade

Summary: As Ranboo begins to settle back into life with his crewmates, their most recent, bizarre addition is still recovering.

(Prepare to be confused by some alien species names that I came up with while I was high.)

"Ranboo?"

The boy in the hall went stiff.

"You can come in."

Ranboo's teeth ground together as he ducked into the room.

"Was I breathing that loud?" he asked.

The blonde Avisien offered him a soft smile. No matter how many times you got a smile from that man, it never failed to feel like a supernova. Explosive. Bright. Warm.

"I could hear your tail against the floor," Philza informed him.

"Oh."

Ranboo chuckled sheepishly, shooting a glower at the wiry tail in question. He swore the thing had a mind of its own. It flicked to the side in that moment just to spite him. Philza nudged one of the chairs out from beneath the metal table. He pointedly tossed his head towards it. Ranboo didn't need to be told twice. He dropped into the hard chair. Techno had promised to swipe some better ones next time they landed on Flurr. The planet was so wealthy that they wouldn't even notice if their whole home was relieved of its lavish furniture.

Of course, Techno had never gotten around to it before the incident at the market. From that moment forward, their lack of comfy chairs was the least of their worries.

Ranboo leaned over the table to get a better look at the limp figure.

"Has he woken up yet?" he inquired quietly.

It wasn't exactly unusual for Ranboo to find him sleeping. He'd watched over the reckless little bastard for the majority of his time spent in the trafficker's shuttle. But this felt different. Tubbo wasn't tossing or turning or making weird guttural noises. He was stiff.

He looked dead.

"No. I got the measurement on the dosage right this time around," Philza assured him. "I didn't want to overdo it with how small he is but I guess I underestimated his species' biological capabilities. Scaled the damn cabinet with a sedative in his veins and two broken ribs. I've never seen anything like it. I wonder if this has anything to do with it."

Philza lightly tapped the bizarre, hardened lower half of Tubbo's leg.

"What is it?" Ranboo asked.

Philza squinted.

"Mm, if I had to guess, I'd say it's a limb replacement. Or cover? Enhancement? I didn't want to mess with it too much. Clever design but primitive hardware. Maybe I'll have Techno take a look at it. More his department than mine."

The winged man dipped another swab into the yellow goo beside him. He dabbed at the stitching along Tubbo's chest and paused to watch it dissolve into the unconscious boy's skin.

"Most of our medicines haven't worked on him but at least he seems to be taking well to the disinfectant," Philza remarked. He twisted the lid back onto the metal tin and stacked it on top of all the others.

He'd nearly gone through his entire collection of menders and repairants trying to find one that was even semi-effective. In the end, he had to do things the old fashioned way with frustratingly tiny plates and screws for the busted bones and a bit of medical thread and a needle to finish it off.

"How are you doing?" Philza inquired, looking up at Ranboo for the first time during their conversation.

"Oh. I'm fine! No more burns," the Endlocke assured him. He held freshly healed hands up for emphasis.

"No, I mean how you doing, mate," the man amended.

"Ah. Um, yeah, still fine. Just...glad to be home."

"We're glad to have you back. Listen, if you ever want to talk about what happened, I'm here."

Some part of Ranboo felt that even if he did talk about it, Philza wouldn't understand. But a far larger part of him knew that his two crewmates were likely the only two people in the whole galaxy who could understand.

"You know what still kind of bugs me?" Ranboo said. Philza nodded encouragingly. "He didn't even leave."

Philza could practically feel the desperation for a subject change radiating off of fidgety dual-toned boy. Not the time to push the issue, he figured.

"Who?"

"Tubbo. I mean, they opened those doors a lot and he was probably small enough to sneak out. But he didn't. Didn't even try."

Philza glanced down at the Terran in consideration. He hummed.

"Well, he had the gall to chuck a screw at a Cantaris just get his attention so he obviously cares about you."

Ranboo couldn't help but laugh at that. How brilliantly in character for Tubbo to approach a literal war species and throw something at them. Even after the little guy had hurt himself. Far too self-sacrificing for his own good since the get-go. That's why Ranboo's hearts shattered when he saw Tubbo looking at him like that. Philza assured him it was the result of panic at seeing the syringe but it didn't make a difference.

Ranboo had known Tubbo for more cycles than he could keep track of and in all that time, he'd never seen the steadfast little creature cower. Not once. Even during their first time meeting. Cautious, sure, but never scared. All things considered, maybe Tubbo should have been afraid. Anybody his size with such little biological defenses built into their body should've been terrified of a natural born predator.

But Tubbo wasn't.

Maybe that's why his planet was so easily-

"I'm back!"

Ranboo whirled around just in time to find the Cantaris kicking the doorframe as his own odd way of knocking. It was a nasty habit but since he was the one always fixing the ship, Technoblade was more than capable of buffing out whatever dents he put into its walls. He hesitated in the entryway, skeptical blue eyes lingering on the boy laying on the table.

"He's sleeping, Techno," Philza chuckled.

The pink-haired man sighed in relief. He strode up to the table, grey eyes still flickering between the tiny being and his crewmates.

"You don't know how many shady dealers I had to go through to find this stuff," Technoblade announced. He held a small container of clear liquid up in a gloved hand. Ranboo winced at the very sight of it.

"How much did you get?" the winged man inquired.

"Enough to drown in. You're sure this stuff's safe for him?"

Ranboo nodded vehemently. He recalled the few instances when the Faustins would forget to toss a dish of the vial substance into his cell. Tubbo would get quiet. And sick. Even a single cycle without the stuff seemed to take a toll on him.

"Weird species," Techno remarked.

"The weirdest," Ranboo agreed fondly. He folded his elbows atop the table, resting his chin against his hands. "There's so many things I wish I could ask him. I wish he were chipped."

"Oh no you don't," Techno assured him. "Not by Faustins. They're notorious for botching the installation process. Instead of translating straight between languages, it'll just translate sporadically. Suddenly you can't even speak your own dialect without jumbling your words with a whole other language. It's migraine-inducing."

Ranboo huffed.

"Well, we could take him to Karl, couldn't we? He did a good job on my chip."

Ranboo's friends exchanged cryptic glances. The tall boy's focus darted between the two of them.

"What?" the Endlocke asked.

Philza seemed to be waiting for Technoblade to talk. The Cantaris' irises bled to a deep red. He shook his head, jaw clenched in stubborn refusal. Philza sighed begrudgingly.

"Techno lost it on Karl's husband while he was looking for you and he refuses to apologize."

"You're mad at Sapnap?" Ranboo said.

"The other husband," Techno grumbled.

"You started beef with Quackity? He's our best parts supplier!" the boy exclaimed, raking his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

"We'll find another. And we'll find another person to install a translation chip, too. I'll find another person. Just gimme a few cycles."

"On a subject this small? Good luck. Karl was the only one willing to put in Skeppy's chip and he's bigger than Tubbo," Philza pointed out.

Technoblade spared a sideways look at the disappointed boy beside him. He drew in a deep breath.

"I'll figure it out," he reiterated, color draining from his eyes once again. He leaned down, briefly bumping his forehead against Ranboo's. "Promise."

Ranboo only nodded. A Cantaris' word was his skeleton. Should either be broken or twisted, a Cantaris could hardly be whole. That's what Techno used to say, anyways. And, hells, Ranboo had to take his word on that.

I was sitting around last night like, "I feel like I'm forgetting something." Then I realized I didn't schedule this piece to post. My bad lol.

#mcyt g/t #g/t #g/t writing #g/t fluff #giant/tiny #g/t angst #angst with a happy ending #giant!ranboo #giant!philza #giant!technoblade #tiny!tubbo #intergalactic abductees au

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2-sleepy-for-this · 6 months

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Something to Remember pt. 3

the long awaited au is back! I tried to get this out as fast as I could, hope you guys enjoy it and like always please dm me any oneshot ideas or au questions!

(´∀｀)

Tw ~ brief panic, arguing, brief falling (no injury), borrower Tommy

word count ~ 1.5k

There was a quiet sigh of relief as Tommy pulled Tubbo back into the safety of the walls. The two borrowers looked at each other in silence before hugging tightly, unbalanced enough to almost send them to the floor.

Tubbo Let out a shaky laugh as Tommy took deep breaths. They had just talked with a human and survived.

Granted, the human was ranboo.

But it still counted to them because of their old friend’s lack of memory.

“So… what now?”

Tubbo looked nervous, still shaking from adrenaline as he asked.

“We gotta get outta here.”

Tommy looked serious. It was rare and scared Tubbo slightly whenever his typical jokester of a friend was dead serious.

“But… Ranboo…”

“-is a human and doesn’t remember us. Now that we know he’s gone, we can leave.”

The shorter borrower made a quiet, sad whine at Tommy’s words. Yes, that whole experience was terrifying and nothing like how Ranboo was with them before, but… they weren’t cruel.

“Are we sure he’s gone, though? They let us go so Ranboo still isn’t as dangerous as other humans… maybe it’s best we stay.”

Tommy opened his mouth to respond, but briefly paused at the desperation in his best friend’s eyes. He sighed and closed his eyes. Tommy needed to stand his ground.

He couldn’t lose his only other friend.

“We need to go, tubs. I’m sorry, but you know the rules.”

Then Tommy turned away, not wanting to see the hurt on Tubbo’s face, walking deeper into the walls to get some space.

Tubbo watched his back as Tommy left, disappearing into shadows that even with his heightened night vision he couldn’t see through.

Then he was alone.

Next to the hole to Ranboo’s room.

A plan came to his mind, an amazing and foolproof plan.

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Ranboo couldn’t get to sleep.

How could they when they just completely screwed up that social interaction? What was he thinking? He acted so weird and now he’d probably never see them again. Why did they suck at first impressions?

Well, maybe first impressions. The smaller one knew his name already somehow, and he feels like he knows them.

Either way, they’d most likely never get another chance to see those to ever agai-

“Hey! Ranboo!”

Ranboo looked around the room as their name was called, locking eyes with a small figure on his bedroom floor.

It was one of the little guys from less than an hour before. What was he doing here? Where was the other one?

When Ranboo looked at him, the little guy, Tubbo, froze. He looked scared, like he’d run at any twitch of Ranboo’s body.

They both knew Tubbo wouldn’t get very far at this point, though.

“You-… Tubbo? What are you doing here?”

Tubbo jumped slightly at his name being used. Or maybe Ranboo was just imagining things.

“I just think… we should get to know each other! I mean, we are roommates after all, bossman.”

Ranboo was confused, roommates? Did that mean the two tiny guys lived in his room?

Well, they supposed that didn’t matter since he’s technically the guest here now, having moved out over a year ago.

“So… what do you want to know?”

Ranboo was surprised by how easily he felt comfortable opening up to Tubbo, but didn’t take back his question.

The two talked for hours about everything, from what college is, to how borrowers get resources. It was nice having someone to talk to. Ranboo was in the middle of explaining what a phone is when Tubbo suddenly jumped up from where he was sitting, having moved to the bed after the first hour.

“Wait, is the sun up already!?”

Ranboo jumped at the shout before looking at his phone. It was almost six in the morning and the sky was beginning to brighten.

“I- sorry bossman, I gotta go! If Tommy notices I’ve been gone for so long, he’ll kill me! Especially if he knows I was talking to you!”

The human nodded. It would not be good if the other borrower caught them. It would be better to keep this meeting a secret.

“It’s alright, Tubbo, I’ll… see you later?”

Ranboo realized then that once Tubbo went back in the walls, there was no guaranty they would be able to meet again.

“Well.. only if you can catch me first!”

Tubbo grinned as he jumped off the edge of the bed.

Ranboo panicked immediately, nearly falling off the bed themself while attempting to grab him.

As they leaned over the edge of the bed, they sagged with a sigh of relief when they saw that the insane borrower had landed comfortably in a pile of Ranboo’s comforter hanging off the bed.

Tubbo chuckled at the human’s concern and stretched out on the soft material before standing up.

“Bye-bye, big guy!”

The borrower waved dramatically, starting to walk away from the bed.

Ranboo saw just how small his new friend was as he walked the length of the room. It took him much longer than the couple of steps it would take Ranboo. It was an odd sight for Ranboo, especially this early in the morning.

They watched Tubbo disappear behind their bookshelf, probably where his home entrance was. Then Ranboo was alone in the room again.

What now?

So there are… borrowers living in the walls of his childhood home? What does he even do with that information?

Does he tell his parents..? But Tubbo said they were a secret…

Ranboo didn’t know what to do at this point… but something still bugged them.

Why did they both seem so familiar?

That was the one thing that he didn’t understand… and talking with Tubbo just made his head hurt.

It made no sense to Ranboo how these creatures had been living here without ever being noticed and yet somehow everything about them was so… nostalgic.

Like the childhood memories he didn’t know he had. Why was that?

Ranboo couldn’t keep thinking about it. They were too tired, had too much of a migraine.

So, they decided to just go to sleep and stop with the questions they didn’t have any answers to.

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Tubbo ran through the wall tunnels, his eyes adjusted to the lack of light and he knew the passageway from Ranboo’s room by heart at this point.

He hoped Tommy wouldn’t ask too many questions… maybe if he was lucky Tommy wouldn’t question him at all? He made it to their main base, their home.

“Where were you?”

Tommy stood in the main room with his arms crossed, a suspicious look on his face.

“Look, toms…”

He sighed. Tubbo couldn’t just lie to Tommy, his friend.. his only family.

“I… was with Ranboo.”

Tommy gasped, but wasn’t all that surprised by the truth. It made sense Tubbo would do that right after Tommy told him not to.

“Of course you were..”

Tommy grumbled. Tubbo couldn’t help but look away. He was never good at disagreeing with Tommy, especially about something so important like moving… but they had to have this conversation.

“Tommy. We shouldn’t move.”

“Wha- we have to! The borrower code- “

“Who cares! We never followed that anyway! The only difference now is that Ranboo is just… a bit lost.”

Tommy scoffed at that. It was so much more than that to him.

“They aren’t even Ranboo anymore… they don’t remember us, Tubbo!”

“Well, maybe they would if-! I-if…”

Tubbo started to yell, but the words died on his tongue. It wasn’t fair to bring that up… it wasn’t fair to blame anyone for what happened back then.

Tubbo sighed.

“Just… we can’t give up on him again…”

The tension between them died down, both borrowers didn’t want to fight anymore, they hated fighting with the only other person they had…

“Fine…”

Tubbo perked up at the unexpected response from his pseudo brother.

“What?”

“Fine, we… can try to talk to him…”

Tubbo looked at Tommy for a moment, shocked that Tommy of all people would agree to something and not be totally stubborn. Then Tubbo gave a sheepish smile and fidgeted with his hands.

“So… about that..”

“You talked to them already, didn’t you?”

Tubbo couldn’t help himself when he started laughing loudly at Tommy’s unimpressed look, not used to the childish borrower ever acting this serious. Soon enough, both were cackling at the absurdity of the whole situation.

The next few hours were filled with Tubbo’s retelling of speaking with Ranboo and eventually leading to the borrowers telling old stories of nostalgia back when they were a trio.

After all of the memories and jokes, Tubbo looked at Tommy with puppy eyes in a silent question. In response, Tommy sighed in surrender.

“Alright, tomorrow I’ll come to see him with you… but only to make sure he keeps his hands to himself!”

There was a victory cheer from the shorter borrower. That night, though there would be a lot of anxiety tomorrow, the two borrowers seemed to sleep with a weight lifted off their chests.

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#giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t #mcyt g/t #tiny!tommy #giant!ranboo #tiny!tubbo #<3 #something to remember au #Finally it’s here #I promised it like a week ago but I tried #:’)

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shushiyuii · 9 months

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Hello shushiyuii! I just wanted to share an Idea for a possible continuation of the "safety from exile" oneshot you made a while ago.

My Idea is that after Ranboo rescued Tommy he now lives with them to hide from Dream. But one day there is an unexpected knock on the door and they both panic so Ranboo noms Tommy to keep him hidden. However it's Tubbo at the door and not Dream like they feared. Ranboo invites Tubbo inside because he can tell that somethings bothering him. So the two(three) of them hang out for awhile and Tubbo slowly opens up about his problems. He admits he's feeling stressed because he's worried about Tommy and that he regrets exiling him. Tommy who was listening in from Ranboo's stomach wants to comfort him so he tells Ranboo to let him out. He does and what follows is a heartfull Clingyduo reunion where they make up followed by benchtrio cuddles. Possibly with Tubbo nomming Tommy to reassure himself that Tommy is safe and back with him. So yeah. That's my Idea. I'd love it if you could write something like that but I understand if you don't want to/don't have the time. I hope you have a nice day

Words: 1,342

Warnings: Mention of death, depression, starving and thirst. Other than that it's mainly hurt/comfort

Notes: I am impulsively writing this at 3am so im sorry for any grammar mistakes. this is the first time i've written in a while, i can't say itll be any good or anything. I don't think this is some return either

But in general regards to an update. Im doing fine and I love this idea btw, im sorry if isn't up to standard.

“N-no…I don’t want… STOP!”, whatever remained of his voice screeched. It felt forced, harsh. When was the last time he had drank anything besides salty sea water? When was the last time he had a proper food source that wasn’t something he could forage?

He lifted the sheets from his side and shivered from the rags that covered his body, despite being probably tucked in. The sudden change in temperature didn’t do his fuzzy head much favors either.

“Fucking…”, he couldn’t finish the ramble. He fiddled with what remained in his pockets for anything but found nothing, no health potion to quell his aching head. Despite that, he stood up. Wiping his eyes from the uneasiness of waking up.

He let out a yawn as he examined his surroundings, they were not all too familiar to him. It didn’t feel natural. The other day he was handling explosions to the body as if it were any normal everyday occurrence. Anything ordinary felt the opposite. Nowhere felt safe anymore.

He knew where he was though, despite everything. A dried and empty sigh passed his lips, devoid of emotion. He was tired, so tired yet he managed. He wasn’t surprised that the emotional backlash was now hitting him.

He turned to a mirror, he’s surprised that Ranboo even kept one in his room. Typically endermen hate the stares of people, including their own reflections. Perhaps Ranboo was immune to its effects.

He was sickly pale, his hair matted so far that he could hardly recall how he used to keep it kept. Whatever remained of his shirt was rotted, the bright red faded and shoulder exposed. His trousers that had stayed with him through war were now barely held together with strings in his opinion, they’d practically turned to shorts.

His eyes… People used to say they were full of ambition, promise… A burning passion that could surpass even the god’s wills, was now hollow and dull. Is this how Theseus felt during his fall?

It mattered not, whatever safety he had was only temporary. Even now, he should be cautious. He would be considered a fugitive.

A knock came from the door, he was quick to alert. The next thing he knew was instinct was taking over him and he hid behind the door frame and grabbed whatever he could to be a weapon, a golden hoe.

It wouldn’t cause much damage but it could certainly knock them to confusion for a short while if hit in the right spots. He readied himself, prepared that it would take his last life. He was always prepared for this, it was what he had been trained for in war.

He was pretty sure Techno taught him that.

Steady breaths, aim…

STRIKE!

An inhumane sound spat out from whoever tried to enter, alerted. They had managed to dodge the boy’s sabotage. The hoe had now struck into the floorboards, whatever strength or adrenaline he used during that swing was all that had remained of his strength as he fell to the ground.

“Tommy!��, the hybrid called out in a hurry, worried. He had no care for his near death, concerns immediately went to his friend. Tommy wiped his brow which had accumulated sweat and looked to Ranboo, deep in his eyes.

He flinched at the sudden eye contact but remained, usually that would trigger an enderman but Ranboo remained still, unmoving.

He hadn’t noticed he wasn’t breathing at all and coughed out whatever was left of his charcoaled lungs. Letting out an old man's cough, he wasn’t even a smoker like Wilbur had been. How fucked were his lungs?

He eventually managed to get his breath back and stood up properly, still winded but having calmed down from his unnecessary reaction. He knew he was in no danger, but his body still reacted that way.

Some things just don't change, do they?

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After the unnecessary scare, Ranboo had brought him to a common room and only now he had realized how big this place was. Wherever he was, it wasn’t familiar in the slightest. It was all new to him.

But even then, he could tell the place was new. The smell of freshly cut oak and lack of decorated pots and chairs or lavish tables, the place was newly constructed. It was probably an estate if he had to guess, Ranboo’s estate.

He had also been given a red sweater, stained with blue. He was told that it was a sweater handed out to guests, but by the faded blue stains. He knew who had come here previously, he shoved down any emotion that threatened his integrity.

Ranboo had also given him a pair of tidy black trousers, although they were a little too big for Tommy, he didn’t mind. It was better than nothing but rags. He missed the feeling of clothes, it felt like some of his barriers had been rebuilt. Ever so slightly.

Across the table was Ranboo, trying to shove some bread in Tommy’s direction. It was neatly sliced but it was only simple plain bread, no butter nor jam. The hybrid said to eat small and soft, due to his starvation.

But he couldn’t help but start craving himself a feast of glorious potatoes, golden apples to quell any aches, the cleanest of water. But the thought also made him sick to his stomach, the thought of food was enough to make him dizzy.

He hated it.

“You’re safe”.

Safety means nothing, not anymore. Safety was Wilbur, Techno, home. All gone, stripped away, abandoned or dead. It wasn’t worth anything to mourn anymore, everything he once had was already gone. Even the last person he’d consider close had tossed him aside in what he’d call hell.

He couldn’t bring himself to respond, only shaking his head.

…

“You’re already in a bad condition. Eat.”, a familiar voice spoke. But it wasn’t the person in front of him, instead it was from straight behind him. The enderian’s ears twitched anxiously before his pupils dilated his relief and what seemed to be happiness.

Though, he wasn’t happy. Far from it. He never wanted to see the face again, at least not now. Before he knew it, he had already thrown a punch to the already scorned face. The boy fell back a step yet remained upwards.

He didn’t have enough strength to put him in the ground, funnily enough.

A blind eye stared back at him, he couldn’t discern any emotion. Since his face had been burnt and scarred from fireworks. It left him blinded in one eye, deaf in an ear. Though, from the body posture, he wasn’t mad in the slightest.

For what reason?

“Ow”, was all he mumbled before turning back to Tommy. His face in concern, no anger. Perhaps even pity.

It only fueled him with more anger.

He pushed the shorter one to the ground, straddling him as he put whatever remained of his strength and fury into beating the one under him, screaming as though he were in a war zone.

Stop.

I'm so sorry.

Just please.

Stop.

None of his punches made any impact, the boy had managed to block them with ease. The first was now cradled gently within his palm.

Stop it.

He gently shoved Tommy off, enough so that he could sit up.

Why?

Pity?

He embraced the boy over the shoulders, attempting to cradle him as though he were a child.

He’s taking advantage…

Why aren’t I mad?

Didn’t I hate him?

His shoulders shook with sobs. Resting against his neck.

“Let it out. Forget about anything else. Let’s just pretend for 5 minutes that things are like they should be.”.

A copy of mellohi started playing quietly and softly.

When had he shrunk? He didn’t know. All he could process was that he was in safety of his friends' scorned hands, promising to keep him safe. Nuzzling and muttering reassurances as he let out the cries of his own.

A small smile poked from Ranboo’s fanged lips.

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #dsmp g/t #shushi's writings #tiny!tommy #tw vore mention #maybe idk #giant!ranboo #giant!tubbo

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cyncerity · 1 year

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I love tiny falls into giants mouth while they sleep and get swallowed trope so what if during a work break or something (maybe a sleepover would make more sense?) Ranboos napping on the couch and Tubbo and Tommy are having a war on the backrest of the sofa and one looses their balance and falls into Ranboos mouth? (all depends how heavy of a sleeper Ranboo is though I guess-)

sorry these doodles are a bit shitty i did them in school lol

anyway yesss!!! love this trope and i wanted to practice more comic style stuff anyways so thank you!!

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willingcannibalvictim · 7 months

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Voretober Day Three: Sin

i decided to do the sin of wrath for this one lol. tasty enderwalk ranboo content w/tommy (i don’t have homework so it’s ART TIME BABYYY)

#g/t #mcyt g/t #enderwalk #giant!ranboo #tiny!tommy #t!tommy #g!ranboo #dsmp #allium duo #im prob gonna do tomorrow’s prompt #felix arts stuff #voretober #voretober 2023

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i-am-beckyu · 1 year

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Okay so initially this started because @mysterious-gizem wanted bee duo prompts but this felt too perfect to not be bench trio. So I tried to make this fit one of the fake fic titles but nothing fit. SO HAVE THIS REALLY COOL IDEA WHICH I WANT SOMEONE TO MAKE!

Ranboo has Heterochromia eyes.

One Red. One Green.

Its a part of himself he didn't particularly like at first. That was until he started having the visions.

Soulmate visions.

Or at least he thinks they're visions.

Red and Green, as he called them. His soulmates.

Its odd. One day he might see through the eyes of Red: a blonde, chaotic and daring character, and another he'll see through Green: a brunette, still chaotic but a much more easy going than red.

Whenever he sees through one of his soulmates eyes, its always in his house but way bigger. Which is why he's not sure if its a vision, or a really bizarre dream. But they're too consistent and real looking to be dreams.

Its extremely rare that a soulmate has the ability to see through their significant others eyes. Its often only one way too, meaning Red and Green probably can't see through his eyes. And while this would be great for Ranboo, it does nothing but confuse him.

For one, he knows what Red and Green look like. He knows this because it seems that Red and Green have already found each other because he's seen their soul marks, and they're identical to his. A yellow sunflower, a white tulip and a purple allium. But it still made no sense to him how Red and Green saw everything so big!

That is until one night, he wakes up in a panic, after he watched himself tumble over the edge of a cabinet tangled in his rope as Red.

He knows its pointless, but he rushes down stairs in search of Red and Green from where he saw himself fall. He's tried to do this before and found nothing, but he couldn't help the dread that bubbled up inside of him as he rounded the corner to the kitchen.

And that's when his eyes look with two sets of small beady eyes. There's a small person dangling from a rope as a second one is trying to help them from up above: both frozen in fear at his presence. Its them.

His soulmates.

They were real, and they were tiny.

Or a world in which soulmates exist and some have the rare ability to see through the others eyes. Just like how Ranboo can see through his platonic soulmates eyes: Tommy and Tubbo, who live in Ranboos walls and have no idea that their 3rd soulmate is the Human they live with.

SEE WHY IT HAD TO BE BENCH TRIO!!! MMMMMMMMMMM SOMEBODY WRITE THIS AND TAG ME! I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER! THIS WOULD JUST BE SO GREAT!

#beckyu writes #mcyt gt #mcgt g/t #dsmp gt #dsmp g/t #giant!ranboo #tiny!tommy #tiny!tubbo #platonic soulmates #giant tiny #giant/tiny #bench trio gt #bench trio g/t #SOMEONE PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #I WANT THISSSSSS

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ey-there-little-guy · 5 months

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still thinking about the prev post i rb-ed. enough to have made another cbeeduo au out of it lol <3

like, it turned into outdoor borrowers tubbo and michael having to move into a human house, ranboos house. it's michael's first time and he doesn't quite know the difference between exploring a house or hallowed-out log yet, so of course he's outside the walls waiting for tubbo to finish dealing with a rat, he's inside isn't he? that's where it should be safe.

and then a really big borrower comes along and michael hasn't met many borrowers so of course he says hi! and the really big borrower--seriously this guy could reach tree branches--says hello too. they talk and talk and michael learns the guys name is ranboo, learns more about what things are in a house, gets berries to eat, and gets to tell stories of all his greatest achievements and how great his dad is.

ranboo seems very confused about a lot of normal borrower things, which is fair, michael can't imagine they had a normal borrower life being so big, it's incredible ranboo has avoided the dangerous 'beans' tubbo told him they'll find in houses, maybe michael can ask what they look like- tubbo didn't get to yet.

tubbo finally find where his kid went and sees him talking a very bewildered-looking human bean's ear off, to his horror and amusement. mostly horror. protective parent mode is activated.

ranboo is having a very interesting morning, and maybe a crisis. and you know what? he's not afraid to admit that michael's dad tubbo is surprisingly intimidating even if he is less than six inches tall.

ALSO michael has rolly-pollies for pets, one is named chicken. <3

#mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #tiny!tubbo #giant!ranboo #tiny!michael_b

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aslitheryprinx · 1 year

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It's finally finished!

@x-pair-o-dice-x here is your gift for the secret santa exchange!

I'm sorry I'm a little late haha. Writer's block has been a struggle. But the story is complete!!!

Happy holidays! I hope you enjoy! :D

@mcyt-gt-events

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NSFW do NOT interact

CW: safe, platonic vore; language

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Fire and Ice

Ranboo strolled through their forest, the fallen leaves and branches crunching pleasantly beneath their feet. They were careful not to step on any of the younger trees as they walked, but pushed past the older ones, letting them brush their sides.

Their wings fluttered gently in the chill breeze as they walked; Ranboo longed to take to the skies, but knew it would be far colder in the air than on the ground. The cold would quickly make them miserable, so they kept their wings folded against their body.

The first snow of the season had fallen at last. Ranboo was doing their yearly exploration of their territory, less focused on patrolling for threats than taking in the white-dusted trees and frosty ground.

The dragon's sight seeing had an unexpected interruption in the form of a human voice. Ranboo froze, swallowing their instinctive growl. They needed to know how many intruders were in their forest before they chased them off.

They watched through the cover of the trees, careful not to be seen by whoever was there.

A single human, dressed in a red jacket, was stumbling through the woods. He was loud in the way he walked, and in the way curses fell from his lips. Ranboo watched him for several minutes, just to make sure he really was alone.

The longer they watched this lone human, the less irritated they became. The human was wandering aimlessly, like he didn't know where he was going. He had been shivering the entire time Ranboo watched, and the shaking only got worse. He muttered expletives and swore off camping forever.

Ranboo was pretty sure he was lost. And a lost human in their forest was very different from an intruder they needed to chase away.

Ranboo hesitated. They could chase the human away from his territory and back closer to the other humans. But he would still be lost; what if this human froze to death? Ranboo would feel terrible!

They couldn't just leave the human lost and frozen. However, they knew a dragon would be a frightening sight for most humans. They risked scaring the poor guy if they tried to help.

If Ranboo could just remember a greeting in the human language, they would call out. But the words wouldn't come to their brain, and the humans was leaving their sight-

They stepped out of the cover of the trees.

Ranboo could tell when the human spotted them, because he froze. The loud, energetic human fell completely silent; Ranboo couldn't even hear him breathing.

And then, akin to a startled deer, the human ran.

Ranboo cursed under their breath, then gave chase. At least the human had run farther into their territory. Ranboo knew the land as well as they knew their own tail. They would catch the human easily; they just worried they'd scare him to death in the process.

It took longer than it should have to catch up to the human. Ranboo blamed the cold; the weather made their scales feel heavy and their limbs grow weary. They didn't catch up until the human was at the edge of the river, tentatively stepping onto the ice.

Ranboo's heart skipped a beat. The river had frozen over, yes, but it was a thin layer of ice. It wouldn't hold a human's weight. The human seemed to realize that, and had slowed his escape.

Unfortunately, Ranboo's appearance scared the human enough that he threw caution to the wind. They reached the river's edge just as the human tried to bolt across.

Crack.

The ice gave way beneath the human's feet and he plummeted into the river.

Ranboo shoved their head into the water. They took hold of the human's red jacket with their teeth, hauling him out before he could be swept away.

The shock of the cold water kept the human from struggling until Ranboo slowly pulled him closer. Then, he seemed to realize he was caught and began to struggle in Ranboo's hold.

Calming human words came to their mind, but with their mouth full, Ranboo couldn't say them. Instead they churred, hoping the noise would be soothing to humans as well as hatchlings.

It didn't seem to make a difference. The human still struggled, panicked expletives falling from his mouth.

"L-Let m-me go you motherfucker!" The human shouted at them.

They weren't sure if the tremble in his voice was from the cold or the fear. Either way, Ranboo's own panic was growing. The human was soaking wet, and frigid against their scales. It was a long walk to their lair; the human would likely freeze to death unless Ranboo did something.

There were many things Ranboo could blame for what happened next: the cold and their own panic making it hard to think, a lack of a better option, or even the way the human's size reminded them of a hatchling. The real reason Ranboo did what they did was simply because they forgot how a human would react.

They tilted their head back and opened their mouth, letting the human fall inside. His struggling doubled, and his yells became indecipherable in his panic.

Before the human could hurt himself on their teeth, Ranboo swallowed.

The human landed in their nesting pouch, fitting just as easily as a young dragon might. Ranboo almost didn't register what they'd done- and then the human started to scream.

"I'm so sorry!" They gasped out as soon as they remembered the right words. "I didn't mean to scare you- I panicked!"

This was apparently enough to shock the human into silence.

"Wh-what?" He asked shakily, voice slightly muffled from the pouch. "Y-you fucking- you can speak- you a-ate me?!"

"You're safe!" Ranboo blurted. To their surprise, they could actually feel the way the human's heartbeat slowed from its frantic pace.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," they continued, the words coming to mind faster than they even realized they could. "You were just so cold, and I thought you were going to run off and freeze, and I panicked."

"S-so you… ate me?"

"You're safe," Ranboo repeated, letting out another chur that they hoped was calming. "Dragon hatchlings do this all the time."

"Humans don't," their passenger grumbled.

To Ranboo's relief, his heartbeat finally slowed down to what they thought might be a normal level. His breathing had slowed some as well.

Now that the humans wasn't panicking, Ranboo started to walk. They tried to move quickly, wanting to get back to the lair, but they were careful not to jostle the human too much.

"I'm Ranboo, by the way," they said. They really needed to have a name other than 'the human.'

"Tommy," said the human. "Where the fuck are you taking me?"

"My lair- um, that's my home."

"Why?" Tommy's pulse was speeding up again, the dragon realized.

"It's much warmer in my lair. And, uh, I can build a fire so you can dry off," Ranboo explained quickly. "Then I can take you to the edge of the forest. I might have some cloaks so you won't be as cold? Or you can stay until the snow stops."

"...Just until the snow stops?" asked Tommy.

Ranboo realized he was still nervous. They understood; humans were quite small, and it would be easy to hurt one. On top of that, Tommy was sort of stuck. He couldn't get out on his own, so he had to trust that Ranboo would keep their word and not hurt him.

"Just until the snow stops," they promised.

"Ok," Tommy said quietly.

And then, with no more protests, he relaxed against their pouch. Incredibly aware of the human they were carrying, and honored by the trust Tommy was placing in them, the dragon continued their journey home.

Ranboo was determined not to break that trust.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt secret santa 2022 #tw vore #tiny!tommy #giant!ranboo

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x-pair-o-dice-x · 3 months

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i miss my son, tails. i miss them a lot.

#mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #my art #giant!ranboo #by nature au #started thinkin 'bout this au again today #part of me kindaa wants to write something for it again? but uhh long story short i!ve got mixed feelings 'bout that #but anyway!!! decided to draw my favorite guy again kdjdksjsks #took me a hot second to remember how to draw rovengers; but i got there eventually skdjksjsks #actually. how many times have a drawn bn!ranboo digitally? 'cause i feel like i haven't done it a lot?#at least not in their rovenger form #regardless;#ratty happy with how it came out!!!

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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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vore thoughts you say, hm? 👀

beeduo noms?? maybe just a fluffy unaware scenario if you’re up for that?

I have a soft spot for prank noms, so maybe Tubbo just hiding in Ranboo’s food and Ranboo accidentally noms him. Bonus points if Tommy’s there too and helps Tubbo with said prank.

aha i'm finally getting to the asks i've been letting marinate! all but one because one of them is for tiny workers and i want to at least post a first chapter before i branch off. anyways! this is a really cute idea, ty for it !! :]

ps. sorry i leaned into clingy a bit too much sdjfsd

feeble disguise

words: 1499

cw: sfw vore, swearing, brief panic

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“Open your mouth!” Tommy instructed, still struggling through giggles initiated by Tubbo’s aimless struggles from when he’d initially asked.

In the blond’s hand, a small piece of diced apple was turning dingier shades of brown by every passing second it spent in Tommy's hand, and not in Tubbo’s mouth, like Tommy was trying to accomplish. But, Tubbo was stubborn, thus his continuation of dramatic protests.

“No! Fuck you, I’m not a fucking pig, Tommy! I am going to kill you when I’m back!” Tubbo complained, struggling gently against the Alfredo noodles the two of them had managed to score while Ranboo was momentarily distracted in the other room.

He was careful not to break it, but it put enough emphasis on what he wanted to get through to his friend. Tommy snickered and cocked his head to the side, “But it’s funnier this way! Please, Tubbo?”

“No! Alfredo is not even a food you’d put a pig it” He frowned, shaking his head and looking at Tommy with a dull glare.

Tubbo’s mouth quivered as he fought the muscles tugging his lips up.

There was a beat, and another, and Tommy was then yelling and launching himself at the defenseless borrower, using the most of his upper hand—definitely not his strength, or lack thereof—to knock Tubbo down and have him narrowly miss hitting his head on the spot of bare-floor where carpet met the dusty interior of the walls.

Tubbo cried out and tried moving his arms, desperately trying to get his arms free to stop Tommy from getting victory. The heap of noodles that Tommy had tied impossibly tight around him stayed secure, and Tubbo resorted to something else.

When the moment struck, Tubbo snapped his head forward and sunk his teeth into Tommy’s wrist. The blond yelled and dropped the apple immediately, right onto the dirty floor, where it would become decidedly unusable.

He grinned and watched Tommy’s pained expression shift into a playfully irked one.

Tubbo smiled. “I’m literally wrapped in Alfredo and I won.” he laughs.

Tommy gawks, “Oi! Fuck you, that’s because you bit me! Who does that?”

“It was my way of defense!” he claims, then grunts in distress. “Please help me up, boss man, I don’t want Ranboo eating dust.”

Tommy complies and maneuvers around their room to push Tubbo up. He hears Tommy straining and murmuring to himself, and he can’t help but laugh.

His friend smacks him on the head but gets him upright all the same, studying his mummified-esque outfit, which is more or less intact after the sudden attack from Tommy.

It’s quiet for a brief moment as they both listen out for Ranboo. It's quiet, but Ranboo is always quiet, so it's unbelievably difficult to tell whether or not the human is out in the kitchen or still distracted in another room.

“...Can we go?” Tommy asks, noticing how focused Tubbo is. Tubbo assumes the problem is mutual.

“I can't tell,” he says, pursing his lips to the side, deep in concentration, “but, I'm ... eighty percent sure we can.”

Tommy nods and takes the easy lead, only looking back once to see if Tubbo’s struggling to walk before blending in with the dim part of the walls.

Tubbo follows at a considerable pace, and that's saying a lot given his condition.

When the two of them reached the narrow and crooked cutout Tommy had made months prior, Tubbo jumps ahead of Tommy to get a look into the kitchen, where Ranboo stood with a plate in hand, dishing a portion of the Alfredo.

He looks tired, and Tubbo considers this idea for just a moment.

But, before he can do much, his brain shifts to autopilot and he watches with devious eyes as Ranboo sets the nearly-full dish down and bends over to attend to their chirping feline.

He looks back briefly and Tommy gives him an eager look and a thumbs up.

While the human is still distracted, Tubbo slips from within the walls and treads across the kitchen counter as fast as his loosely-tied legs would let him.

The dish’s lip makes it extremely difficult for him to actually get into the bowl, and he swears he can hear Tommy’s annoying-ass laughter from the walls at his awkward maneuvering.

He bites his tongue to suppress a cry out when he falls into the food finally, sputtering when sauce gets in his mouth.

After a moment, can hear Ranboo bid a soft, high-pitched goodbye to their cat, to which he spits out a curse and finds his way deeper down into the noodle dish, the warm food surrounding him until it’s nearly pitch-black and he’s overly positive that Ranboo would never spot him.

In just one more short moment, his stomach shifts excitedly—and admittedly, the scare has left his heart beating in a pace more rapid than usual—as he feels the bowl shift up at a quick rate.

It’s quiet, save for Ranboo’s muffled footsteps and the soft sound of their breathing. Tubbo is pretty sure he can hear the Alfredo noodles shift around and create squelching noises.

But, other than that, he almost feels awkward with how quiet it is.

His heart flurries again when the bowl is set down with a defined clink.

It’s become noticeably darker than when he’d been in the kitchen, so dark it nearly reminded him of Tommy and his room in the walls, but he knew Ranboo bathed in darkness, so it didn’t feel out of place. It must be his anxious brain making him over-analyze things as an attempt to get him to back out last-minute.

He didn’t, though.

Tubbo just sat and waited, tugging a bit at the wrapping on him.

Ranboo had taken three forkfuls of Alfredo by the time he’d touched the area by Tubbo.

He crossed his fingers—or, attempted to, anyway—and hoped that the human would be distracted enough to miss Tubbo.

And, surprisingly, though Ranboo glanced down at the bowl for a brief moment and lingered their gaze, he just picked at the noodles around him and eventually the ones under him.

Tubbo’s gut churned.

Fear wasn’t prominent, if it was there at all.

There was just … something about what was happening.

Yes, his mind was chanting for this to go well so the prank would be fulfilled and he’d be satisfied, but then again, Ranboo’s comfort in this scenario was non-existent, and he was really overstepping his bounds by doing this.

Something about the future toyed with him.

Images of him and Tommy laughing it over or Ranboo becoming more comfortable with swallowing Tubbo and hopefully Tommy passed in his mind, and his smile widened as Ranboo drew his fork near his mouth and pushed the mouthful of food in.

Tubbo rolled off easily, feeling the spacious and certainly humid maw of Ranboo’s.

Their jaw snaps shut with an echoing click! and Tubbo is sealed in darkness, where he nearly yells out as Ranboo bites down right near him. The bones graze at the noodles wrapping him and thankfully cut them off, sending Tubbo tumbling to the side. He uses his now-free hands to gently brace himself, laughing out softly when he realizes Ranboo is still chewing and otherwise oblivious to himself.

He had done it!

Something about it is so rewarding he has to clamp excited hands over his mouth to avoid his glee.

Ranboo swallows, sending Tubbo to the back of his throat, which Tubbo hates.

It feels distant to be so out of control. But again, he’s not afraid; the gesture had only caught him off guard.

He’s pulled down into Ranboo’s gullet, where an arrangement of churns and gurgles, and the loudest, thumps from Ranboo’s heartbeat, fill his ears.

Wilbur had done this once with him, when they’d suggested this plan and their need for the human’s help.

It’s not terribly dissimilar to when Wilbur did it, but then again it’s not exactly something he’s familiar with. Yet, his mind supplies hopefully.

—

When Ranboo swallows, his heartbeat picks up as a lump in his throat—maybe a noodle or a spare piece of chicken he’d forgotten to chew all the way through pushes through his throat.

He holds two fingers to it, swallowing again to ensure he wasn’t choking.

It slid down with ease, and he relaxed.

But a thing of equal size falls into a spot in his body that doesn’t feel like his stomach, if anything it felt further up.

Their mind jumps to Tubbo, but the thoughts die down as they dismiss it.

Tubbo would not attempt something like that– actually, that’s a lie, he totally, totally, would.

Ranboo’s thoughts return and spiral further when he can, yes, feel definitive movement within his gut—upper, gut. His heartbeat picks at his ears when he curiously places a hand to his gut and presses incredulously at it, which is almost immediately returned with a hand—smaller in size, just further confirming his terrible, but painfully correct, theory.

“Ranboo!” Tubbo's voice chirps.

“Tubbo…?”

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Tw: Foul language, threats of violence

Just a silly little snippet to see if mcyt g/t Tumblr is still alive

Ranboo wished he could say he was surprised to see the tiny person sitting on top of his fridge. He missed the days when the sight of a being no larger than his middle finger was one that would fill him with awe. After being subjected to the presence of this particular person for a little less than a month, the only thing he felt was a twinge of irritation whenever he caught so much as a glimpse of the boy.

He folded his arms across his chest.

“Do I want to know what you’re doing up there?” he asked.

The boy on the fridge took an excruciatingly long pause to finish chewing the chunk he’d just ripped from the saltine cracker nearly half his size.

“I’m not really here. I’m a ghost who haunts people with shitty snacks.”

Ranboo huffed a long sigh.

“I can see you, Tubbo.”

“Prime. It must be a sign. Someone from the beyond is trying to send you a message. Yes, I hear them now. They tell me that your lack of cookies is nothing short of deplorable. Your ancestors are so disappointed,” the borrower informed him before taking another bite of his cracker. Crumbs cascaded down to the floor like a waterfall.

Ranboo grimaced at the pile of cracker debris on the freshly polished hardwood. His disgust only grew when he discovered it was only one of many mountains of crumbs scattered about the floor.

“Did you turn off the Roomba again?” he inquired. He was fairly certain he already knew the answer.

“It tried to eat me,” Tubbo replied simply.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Don’t ask me questions while I’m chewing,” the boy countered.

Ranboo growled in frustration. He swiped a coaster off the island.

“I will knock you off there.”

He waved the coaster around pointedly in the air. Just to ensure the threat came across as seriously as he meant it to.

Tubbo grinned from ear to ear.

“You tease.”

For a second, Ranboo really did consider pitching the square of cork straight at the little menace’s head. With his track record in ultimate frisbee, there was no doubt in his mind that he could throw it with deadly accuracy. But, of course, he didn’t. He dropped the coaster down onto the counter with another groan. A splattered borrower would be far more difficult to clean off the floor than a few crumbs.

“I can see my house from here,” Tubbo remarked.

“It’s my house,” Ranboo amended.

Tubbo only shrugged.

“To-may-toe, po-ta-toe, man. Mi casa…”

The homeowner stood there a moment in silence. After leaving plenty of time for the boy to finish his expression.

“Su casa,” he finally finished for the borrower.

“See, I knew you’d come around.”

It took Ranboo far too long to realize what he’d been duped into saying. The mental exhaustion was like a fog. He could hardly even bother to react with the appropriate amount of irritation. He figured it was likely best to let the little guy make his mess now and return later to clean it up. All he could do was pray that he could get to it before the mice did.

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