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APPARENTLY ITS VOLTRON??? I HAVENT EVEN SEEN VOLTRON B4

VR/college AU part 23-2!

wdym messages to hide, Keith's just concerned about Lance's privacy

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FARMER SANS FARMER SANS FARMER SANS

I need this man right now to be my big brother and cuddle wit me rn give him to me I demand it

Can you believe I've never done Farmtale Sans before? As a certified country girl? Shocking, I know. I'll rectify this issue with my latest brainrot scenario immediately

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“whoever this is, it better be real fuckin’ important,” the voice at the other end said, gruff and tired, heavy with a mix of annoyance and sleepiness.

Immediately, shame washed over you. The very small amount of steam you’d managed to muster up completely dissipated from your body as you imagined Sans’ disappointed and disbelieving reaction to your pathetic request.

This was a mistake.

“... H-hey. Uhm... I’m fine, I didn’t mean to call. Butt dial, hahah.” Your voice nearly cracked. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“... wait.” His voice instantly changed. “hey, don’t hang up-”

You didn’t hear the rest of what he said. You hung up, and put the phone down. Now you were right back to square one, sitting at the kitchen table in a freezing empty house at 2 in the morning. It had taken you almost half an hour to muster up the courage to call him- thirty minutes of sitting by the phone, wrapped up in your coat, shaking and holding back tears. You started plotting places you were going to sleep. Maybe if you put more wood in the kitchen stove, you could just sleep at the table until morning. 

... You inherited this place from your grandmother. It was a ‘rustic’ house that hadn’t seen human company for over a decade, in the middle of the deep countryside, cut off from almost everything. Spooky, draughty, on nights like tonight sitting in the kitchen was like sitting in a fridge. You had moved out of necessity- your landlord in the city had evicted you from your beloved apartment to jack up his prices, and you couldn’t find anywhere else to live except this middle-of-nowhere house left in your name.

You had lived in the city your whole life. You weren’t used to being in the country, not at all. The month you’d spent here had only reinforced that fact to you, over and over.

Something made a noise outside. An animal, maybe. You curled your coat tighter around you.

The only upside so far had been meeting the monsters that made up the tight-knit community you had been unceremoniously dropped into. Papyrus and Sans, especially, had been so wonderful and helpful. Sans had told you to call if you needed anything.

... Which was exactly why you didn’t have the heart to tell him why you were really calling. You didn’t want him to think any worse of you than he probably already did. A stuck-up city girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

You were scared.

... 

The phone rang. The sound made you jump, it felt so loud in the silence. Despite your increasing shame, and the desire to just let it ring... you picked up.

“c’mon, don’t be like that.” He sounded much softer than when he had first answered. “what’s wrong? something happen?”

“N-no.” Hearing someone else’s voice was so comforting. You felt so alone, far away from everyone. “It’s nothing.”

You obviously weren’t very convincing. “doesn’t seem like nothing. you sound terrified.”

“I’m just cold.”

“didja kill someone? do i need to come over and help hide a body?”

You couldn’t help it, that made you giggle a little.

...

It just came. You didn’t entirely know why. Probably because it was two, and you hadn’t slept since six the previous morning. Unable to help yourself, you just... burst into tears.

“hey. s’ok, you’re gonna be ok. i’m on the way.”

“N-no, no, please,” You pressed your sleeve against your eyes The shame was absolutely overwhelming. “Please don’t come,”

“too late. already outta bed, it’s serious business. you gonna tell me what’s got you all shaken up?”

You pulled your knees up to your face. Well, no hiding it now, huh? He’d heard you sobbing over the phone. Your voice crumpled under a mixture of tears, fear, immense fatigue and shame. You felt like such a baby. 

“Th-there’s a huge spider on my bed,” you finally admitted, feebly. “I-I’m... I don’t know what to do.”

“aw jeez. why didn’t you just say?”

You could suddenly barely talk through the crying. Hours of stress, all coming out in one mess. He probably thought you were pathetic.

“hey. knock knock.”

As he said that, you heard two soft knocks on your side door. You jumped up, what the hell? Was that Sans? You dropped the phone and rushed to the door to let him in, almost tripping over yourself. 

You opened the door, the air was full of the sound of wind and crickets. Sans stood in the darkness outside of the house, dressed in a thick knitted sweater, blue and white striped pyjama bottoms, big heavy boots, and a coat over the top of it all. He had the phone in one hand, and his smile widened when he saw you.

Shocked, you scrubbed at your eyes and nose again, self consciously trying to wipe off the tears and snot. He lived half an hour's drive from you. “H-how... how did you get here so fast?”

“shortcut.” He winked, those lovely emerald green eyelights glimmering in the low light. “can i come in?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice, stepping to the side. Maybe he knew roads your map apps didn't. Sans eagerly came into the light, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him.

“this way?” he asked. 

... You showed him to the bedroom, but cowered in the doorway. 

“I-it’s under the sheet.”

Sans didn’t even hesitate. He approached the bed and flipped back the sheet. The spider hadn’t moved since you last saw it scurry under your bedclothes, still sitting right there, with its fat hairy body and sharp legs. It was probably the biggest spider you had ever seen in your entire life. You felt a horrible chill pass over you.

“dang. he is big. look at the size of that gangly fucker.”

Having said that, Sans just... grabbed it. He picked the spider up before it could run and held it in his enclosed fist like he was scooping up a penny he had dropped on the floor. Just like that, he moved across the room and pulled back the curtain, cracked the window open, stuck his arm out, and threw the spider out into the darkness.

He closed the window again. The air felt less heavy. He even tugged the handle to make sure the window was all properly sealed up, pulling the curtains closed again.

It took him all of fifteen seconds.

“all good.” He turned to you, grinning and showing you his open palms. No spider. “successfully evicted.”

...

You started crying again. 

Sans mumbled a soft ‘aw jeez’. He didn’t hesitate to cross the room, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm hug, ignoring your babbled apologies. 

“he really spooked ya, huh?” A gentle hand smoothed over your hair. He smelled like sweet hay, hours of sunshine, and something slightly musky. “how long were you tryna drum up the courage?”

“T-two hours,” you sobbed, muffled in his sweater.

You’d expected him to laugh at you. But he didn’t. He just held you, letting you cry out all the stress that had been building up over the course of the night. You were pretty sure this was the first time you had been hugged since before you left the city.

Eventually, you calmed yourself down, reducing to just hiccups. Sans didn’t let go until you did, allowing you to pull away, but keeping a steadying hand on your arm. 

“easy, pet.” His voice was so warm and soothing. “you’re all good.”

“Fucking... I’m just such a baby.” Your sleeves were damp from all of the tear wiping you were doing. You made an unattractive sniffling sound. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“cus i’m used to ‘em. also, i’m a skeleton, so i don’t gotta worry about being bitten. no shame in bein’ scared of the big ones.” 

Your voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry you came out all this way.”

“... did you think i’d be mad at you?” he asked, softly.

“M-mhm.”

“i really don’t mind bein’ yer bug removing hero." He patted his nonexistent bicep. "tell ya what, it makes me feel very big an’ tough.”

He had you giggling again. He always did. He seemed proud of himself- his presence was balm to your Soul right now. 

“I just... I get so scared at night.” Your cheeks were hot. “It’s so quiet, and dark. I feel like I’m the only person around for miles. I don’t know why I thought I could do this.”

"this?"

"Living out here."

“hey, i beg to differ. yer already doin’ so much better than most who move to these parts.”

You looked up at him. Why did that tiny bit of praise make your heart swell so much? You didn’t feel like you were doing ‘better’. You’d just called your nearest neighbour at 2 in the morning to come save you from a spider. “But I’m always asking for help.”

“exactly. you’re askin’. that’s the important part.” His eyelights were so warm. “that’s how we make it work, out here. we help each other.”

Goddamnit. You were gonna cry again. You just about managed to choke it down.

“... the animal noises also probably freak you out too, huh?”

“Y-yeah, hah.”

“if you don’t know what yer hearin’, it can be pretty scary.”

... You sniffled.

...

“... you’re shaking. d’ya want me to stay?”

How did he know? He always just seemed to know. You nodded, meekly. You didn’t want to be alone right now, and you knew the house would feel even colder and emptier once you’d known how it felt while you had company.

“Will Papyrus be worried?”

“he knew i was headin’ out to help ya. he’ll be fine.”

... You didn’t need to say out loud where you wanted Sans to sleep. Both of you knew.

The two of you finally took off your coats, and Sans turned off the lights. His forest-coloured eyelights were the only illumination in the room. As soon as he shuffled into bed beside you, you gratefully curled up against him, he was so calming and so warm. He reciprocated, wrapping his big arms around you, his comforting smell soothing your shot nerves. 

“... Thank you.” Your voice was almost a whisper.

“yer really warm.” he hummed. “just so you know, i’m a bit of a snorer.”

You probably should’ve been more concerned, sharing a bed in a very secluded location with a guy you barely knew. But you didn’t have the energy for it. For the first time in a long time, you were warm, didn’t feel lonely, and weren’t worried at all about bugs. 

“I don’t mind.”

... It was the best night’s sleep you’d ever had.

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Fake fic titles INCOMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Drown me ink

You can't change what's been carved in your soul

Pull my frown upside down

Cursed are the one's that twist the tale

Reflections

A bunch of amazing titles but I picked the one that gave me the most angsty feels LOL

[Ao3 Link]

Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @data-expunged-0 @da3dm

You Can’t Change What’s Been Carved in Your Soul

[752 words] [angst, self hatred]

Wilbur is a giant.

Overprotective and loud and overbearing.

He knew he hurt Tommy that way, being too much at all times. And yet he could never part from the little human, too close to him now to separate their bond. They were like brothers, it would kill Wilbur to leave like that.

But his claws were too sharp and he was afraid to hold Tommy. And his voice boomed and he was too afraid to talk to Tommy. And his steps echoed infinitely and he was too afraid to walk to Tommy.

It was all too much to bear.

He wanted to tear his soul out of this giant body, it’s dumb and fumbly steps, it’s piercing high voice, it’s sharp claws, and especially it’s urge to swallow Tommy whole.

It was only once Wilbur had brought up the instinct to Tommy, and the human curled up in disgust. The thought of being covered in saliva and in such a cacophony of sound inside someone’s organ was gross to him, where it was intimate love to Wilbur. It broke him.

He couldn’t take away that he was a giant, no matter how soft and human he acted. He’d always be the monster he was born as.

Wilbur hated himself. So much.

“Wil,” the human nagged at him.

“What child?”

“Oi!” Tommy huffed, “…You’re actin’ all weird. It’s not like you to be so quiet. What’s up?”

Wilbur had been found out, “Oh, nothing.”

“It’s not fucking nothing. You’re miserable, Wilbur.”

He bit his nails which had been torn down to the skin, “I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.”

“Wilbur!” Tommy shouted now, “Tell me. Now.”

He hesitated, “I… I feel awful,” he regret saying it immediately, seeing Tommy’s expression turn to a frown.

The human stepped forward to him, and placed a hand on Wilbur’s arm, rubbing comfortingly, “Tell me about it, Wil.”

It made his mind shut down, suddenly he was sobbing loudly, and probably hurting Tommy’s ears again, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Woah- it’s okay big man! It’s okay, what’s wrong?”

“I hurt you, it’s all I do-“

“Hold the fuck on,” Tommy stopped him, “That’s what you’ve been fuckin’ doing. Fuck, Wilbur you’re not hurting me! You’ve never hurt me. If it’s about the damn volume it’s fine, man, I just poke fun at you cause we’re like that.”

“B-but,” Wilbur sniffed, “You cringed at the… when I-“ he couldn’t get out the words. He wanted to explain how deeply close he wanted Tommy to be, literally and metaphorically. He wanted to hold Tommy inside him, cuddling him in the most extreme way possible. That’s how much he loved his brother.

“Woah-“ Tommy was in Wilbur’s hands. Oh fuck. Wilbur couldn’t help himself. He looked delicious, and so upset all because of him.

His instincts cried, ringing louder than they had ever in Wilbur’s ears, piercing and bloody.

Surely this could explain without words, they cooed.

So, without letting himself think too hard, he shoveled Tommy into his mouth, tears streaming.

The human panicked, struggling against a tongue that was intrusively licking stripes along his body now. Teeth clicked firmly behind him, and his vision went dark.

Tommy briefly recalled a previous conversation and felt weak as he squeaked out, “Am I safe?”

A positive hum responded to him, vibrating against his body weirdly. Tommy laughed under his breath at the sensation and felt a wave of relief wash over him.

“Okay. I still say this is kinda gross. But whatever.”

The appendage squished Tommy between a wet hug, pressing rough into his body. He sighed and let into the embrace, wrapping his arms back around the tongue. A deep humming- no, purring, now filled the slobbery room.

Tommy let his body glide down, meeting the back of Wilbur’s throat. It looked like a tight squeeze, but Tommy thankfully wasn’t claustrophobic.

A few swallows and the embrace of the esophagus drug Tommy’s body down. He could feel Wilbur’s hand slowly tracing over the small bump that was the human.

Eventually the squish was over and Tommy slipped into an open area. The storage was roomy enough, at least for one person, and Tommy felt fairly comfortable. It was very warm, and the air might be a bit sticky, but Wilbur’s purring wouldn’t cease, so the human could cope.

If Wilbur was happy, so was Tommy.

And Wilbur never felt happier.

Maybe he couldn’t change himself, but he could learn to love the way he was.

I absolutely love this 😭

Would Dreamxd have the anatomy to nom George? Or would they even know what eating is?

(Mild body horror warning; it’s a shapeshifter and can do whatever it wants with its appearance)

:O I haven’t actually really thought of that! I’d thought about something else which is sorta a nom but not really, but I hadn’t thought about actual noms.

XD can tuck things under its cloak and pull them out from under its cloak like an inventory, and it can do the same with people. It hasn’t really done this to George yet but it has done it to Dream. I’d consider it a psuedo-nom; technically not a nom, but it serves the same purpose.

Dream takes a hesitant step back, moving under the living “fabric” of XD’s cloak. It lets out a quiet hum and starts to lower the cloak, making him flinch. Then limbs curl around him, dragging him further under, and suddenly he’s floating in the void.

At least, that’s what it looks like. He’s surrounded by darkness and stars, but it feels like there’s something wrapped around him, holding him close and keeping him from drifting off. It’s almost like he’s bundled up in a blanket.

It’s chilly, and there’s the ominous feeling of being seen, and he can’t tell if that’s the outline of something in the distance or not, but it’s. . .actually not that bad. It feels almost comforting, to be so far away from everyone else.

Except he’s not alone, because he’s definitely being held, even if he can’t actually see it. He tries to call out a thank you to XD but can’t speak, so he just closes his eyes and lets his mind wander.

XD normally does not have the anatomy to actually nom anyone; it doesn’t usually have a mouth, and it doesn’t even fully understand the purpose of a mouth. But it can grow mouths if it wants to and it will start doing so. It would put things and people into the same space the cloak takes them unless it purposefully creates a new storage space, which it could but probably wouldn’t feel the need to.

It’s also just confused by human anatomy in general lol especially how fragile humans seem to be and how much trouble they have storing and carrying things. Their inventory is tiny compared to its, and they can’t carry living things like it can.

Hide! XD flies right up to George’s face; George opens his mouth to ask it to teleport away or something, and it nearly chokes him as it shrinks down a bit smaller and darts into his mouth. He sputters and spits it out, clamping his mouth shut when it tries to reenter. George! Let XD hide!

“Wha- you can’t hide in my mouth!” George blurts out, gently pushing it away. “Go somewhere else, or just teleport away!”

Want to stay with you! It circles him, poking his mouth with a limb. Open! Store XD! Let XD hide in your face-pocket!

“It’s a mouth.” George curls his fingers around it, guiding it to his actual pocket. “Not a pocket. I need to use it to talk, you can’t hide in it.”

Oh. XD quietly hums, then enters his pocket. You use it to store food, though?

“Eating, not storing. I’ll explain later.” George covers his pocket with a hand, encouraging it to sit still. “Hush. If Sam notices you he won’t let me into the prison, so just be quiet and go invisible or something.”

XD does frequently shapeshift, and whenever it learns about a new thing it will often try to mimic that thing. For example, when it first met Bad it experimented with having its eyes white instead of green, and when it learned more about hands it started to have hands instead of more tentacle-like limbs. So when it starts learning about mouths, it experiments with mouths, although it rarely puts them on its “face” because of the mask.

George adjusts his weight, sitting more comfortable in the palm of XD’s hand. It pokes him with a finger to make sure he’s not about to fall off before heading down into the giant ravine.

Before it can lower him to the ground, George blurts out a startled exclamation and twists around, pulling a bunch of blocks out of his inventory.

“Oh, wait, can you carry these?” He asks, holding them out. XD scoops them up in its other hand without question. “I need to keep some room in my bag for new stuff. Thanks!”

It curls its fingers around the stuff, and then suddenly an opening appears on its hand. . .a hole? George squints, before realizing that’s a mouth on its palm. Fanged and could barely be considered a mouth at all, but that’s what it has to be.

XD uses its fingers to nudge all the items into the “mouth,” and they quickly disappear. Its void-black skin starts to seal over the mouth but George blurts out a wait! and reaches his arms for its hand. It blinks at him with several eyes before bringing that hand closer to him.

George stands up, moving a bit closer so he can see but not close enough that he risks falling in. Yeah, that’s definitely a mouth, big enough for him to fit in. “I thought you didn’t need to eat?”

Not eating? Storing. Like you do with food! Before George can explain that he eats food, not stores it, XD nudges him a bit closer with a finger. You can see!

“Um!” George moves away, back to the safety of the mouthless hand. He knows XD wouldn’t hurt him on purpose, but XD’s still learning a lot of things about humans. “No thank you!”

XD doesn’t seem offended by this; it just lowers its hand to the ground and lets him climb off before shrinking down and following him deeper into the ravine.

Thanks for the ask! Gonna reopen them now that I only have a couple left in my inbox, although I might take a few days to answer <3

Okay so, I need help to find this fic :')

Pls, I can't find it I want to read it again but I can't remember who wrote it :')

Dream, George and Sapnap are giant aliens and Tommy is a human

Them four have a chat group and they don't know each other irl, so Tommy doesn't know that the aliens in the house where he lives is the Dteam and the Dteam doesn't know that Tommy is a human

There's some vore mentioned since they eat humans, specially George but he goes into human diet since the doctor told him.

When they're told that Tommy is a human they end up adopting him