So These Are For The Recent Story And Art Of Tiny Hero.

So these are for the recent story and art of Tiny Hero.

So first off, I love this! It’s great!!!!!

1. If there’s a war between Giants and witches, why did the witches leave Dream just trapped and not end him?

2. Why doesn’t George say anything for so long?

3. What was the sudden change that causes George to suddenly free Dream and speak?

4. Do you have any more ideas for this 👉👈

Thanks for your time!!! Have a lollipop 🍭

Thanks for the inbox !! Finally I finished some of the assignment so that I have time to reply some answers!

1. I spent some time to figure out the whole world setting, the witches lived on a sky castle far from the land. And they tried to steal the resources (like some magic stone? Or rare herbs?)from the land. Which the giants don’t like it. So there’s war. And the witch tried to capture the giants to brainwashed or mind control them, so they won’t end them yet.

So here’s like some rough concept of where different ethnicities lives.

2. Elves are cautious and prudent, they haven’t form any alliance with the other ethnicity. They do not want any trouble, so they try to stay away from all the things just living on their own. And George leave his colony explore the whole world. I want to make his personality more cold? Idk does that words fit what I’m trying to say lol.

In this world not every ethnicities are nice to others, that’s why George don’t want to form any connection. What if the giant trick him? Or maybe if he doesn’t speak they would thought he can’t understand what they said, so that they may leak their intentions?(idk)

he doesn’t speak at all just to observe Dream, cause wt if George freed him and Dream just attacked him? Too much possibilities and risks for freeing at that moment. To keep himself safe he spent like days to observe him and built some trust.

3. when George met Dream, a poor young soul was trapped just to accept his fate. He knew the war between the giant and the witches. He couldn’t just let him die right there. Although he’s an elf doesn’t show their feelings a lot they still have empathy.George know their people don’t like any trouble from anyone. But he just can’t let Dream capture by the witches.

4. I got an amazing inbox extend my story a bit ! Which I’m really thankful for that, cause I really can’t express the story in English :’) but I don’t have any idea right now, I’m kinda bad at writing a story xD. Therefore I like people give me ideas or help me to create a story together! So that I can draw the whole scenario! :3

Thanks for the lollipop yumyumyum >:3

And I’m too lazy to use Grammarly to check my grammar :p sorry guys for poor English xD

Blue or Black?

⚠️NOT A SHIP⚠️

I don't remember Blue being explained thoroughly so if what I'm writing is wrong then just imagine it's right for the story. And as I rewatched Ghostbur's lore it was tacky to me so sorry if I got his personality wrong. And also idk if Ghostbur can be hugged so bare with me.

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Ghostbur, The sweet lovable ghost who loved making people happy, Trotted across the dirt pathways in the forests—a land which is dominated by trees—He was humming happily with Friend by his side, With a soft soothing face.

Ghostbur continued to hum as he was about to go to a lake where he usually stays, The lake was beautifully surrounded by flowers and had probably the healthiest grass you have ever seen.

Although as he neared closer to the lake, He saw a giant figure sitting criss-crossed. A netherite axe laid closely beside the figure as it slowly swirled its finger in the crystalline waters, Ghostbur smiled as the figure seemed to be familiar of him.

"Ghostbur...?" The giant said as he lifted his hand from the waters and lightly flicked the droplets from his hand. "Hi Dream!" Ghostbur exclaimed as he sprinted to the male, "You seem down?" Ghostbur muttered out and swiftly pulled out a blue substance which he placed at the giant palm, "Have some blue, Calm yourself." An easing voice came from the ghost as a soft echo followed after.

But to Ghostbur's surprise the Blue instantly turned to a midnight black and crumbled to the forest floor as it made contact with the giant's skin, Ghostbur let out a confused huff. He took some Blue once more and yet again it crumbled to the ground, Practically looking like dust.

Dream sighed as the beady black eyes of the mask stared at Ghostbur, The giant stood up grabbing his axe with him. "Hey wait have some Blue!" Ghostbur yelled.

The other male stared at the ghost for a while, As no response came out of him. Soon the male started walking away with a ghost and sheep chasing behind, The wind blew softly and the calming winds made the giant take a sigh.

———

Soon enough the ghost and the sheep were sitting at the giant's cupped hands as Ghostbur kept placing Blue at the giants skin as it always turned to a solid midnight black and crumbled to the ground below, Dream huffed as he continued walking back to The Greater SMP.

As the sheep slept comfortably on the palm of the giants hands, He kept staring at the ghost who kept trying to put the Blue substance at his skin for it to crumble and leave a trail of small bits of pieces and dust from the Blue.

Once they could see the lands of the SMP in sight Drean kneeled down to place Friend and Ghostbur on the soft grounds of the earth. Ghostbur simply stared as he watched the giant slowly shrink to a size he would normally be seen in. Barely anyone on the SMP knew the admin could sizeshift.

Dream was quiet, As he continued walking to the SMP leaving Ghostbur and Friend sitting on the grassy ground, Ghostbur quickly stood up and sprinted to chase the admin. Dream turned to his side to see Ghostbur skipping beside him with a happy expression.

"Why are you still following me Ghostbur?" Dream spoke as he let a bit of softness seep into his tone, Ghostbur stayed quiet and yet again took some Blue and took Dreams hand and placed it. Yet again the same occurrence happened.

Dream chuckled as he shook his hand softly then looked back front to continue walking on the pathway. Ghostbur happily trotted beside sizeshifter.

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Dream sat on the cold obsidian floor of his cell as he sat stiff and still. He missed his rival, He missed the days he would shift outside of the SMP and ran around and acted like a child to his hearts content. Barely anyone knew anything about Dream at all. They all thought he was serious and cold, They all thought he was quite like Techno yet almost never made jokes. Yet Ghosbur knew...

After some time with Ghostbur, Dream grew quite fond of him and Friend. Dream missed sitting by the lake as Ghostbur made flower crowns and constantly tried to give Dream Blue. Even if he took the Blue it would still crumble and soon turn to ash,

Dream even missed Friend, Ghostbur's therapy sheep. He got used to the occasional 'baa's' Friend would let out, Dream snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the lava lowering and he could see a figure on the other side. Sam stepped on the platform as it moved closer to the cell, Sam simply walked over to the prisoner and dropped the raw potatoes on his side.

When Sam was about to leave he felt a tug on his pants, He turned his head to see Dream still having a hold on his pants. "What do you need?" Sam spoke annoyed yet roughly, "Can..." Dream muttered out as he let go of Sam and placed both his hands on the ground. "Can you see if Ghostbur can visit?" Dream asked with small hope gleaming in his eyes.

Sam almost felt pity for the man as he stares directly at the eyes of the prisoner, Sam sighed then spoke "I'll see what I can do-..." As that was said Sam turned his head and continued to leave the cell.

Sam glanced again at the prisoner with a solemn look, Yet quickly switched once again and left to inform Ghostbur if he can meet the prisoner.

—–—

Ghostbur gleamed as he saw the prison in view, It stood intimidating and terrifying. But Ghostbur pushed the fear away as he smiled, Excited to see his friend once more.

He trotted closer to the prison—Friend didn't come with and slept—Ghostbur met Sam and did all the prison protocols before entering.

Now Ghostbur stood on the platform slowly moving to the cell. Both males stared into eachothers eyes with nothing but the need of holding eachother close.

"Dream?" Ghostbur smiled as he floated closer to the male, Dream stayed quiet and embraced the ghost even if he felt cold. He was warm in Dream's arms,

As they chatted time flew by quickly. Dream missed interaction other than Quackity and Sam, Suddenly both heard Sam's voice with a very clear statement "Time is up, The visitor must leave.". Dream instantly became protective and covered the ghost who was sitting criss-cross on the ground.

The lava lowered as they saw an annoyed and tired Sam, Sam crossed and went to drag Ghostbur but in an instant his arms were stopped, He was grabbed by wrist tightly. As he shuddered a breath as he looked at the dark expression of the prisoner.

He pulled away his arm from the tight grasp of the blond, The warden felt a wave of fear as he saw a definitely evil grin, and crazed eyes placed on the prisoner's face.

Sam backed away as the prisoner stood up, "Dream-...Dream its time for Ghostbur to leave." Sam spoke as he did his best to keep a steady voice. Ghostbur, Who was now standing at the side of the cell, Cluelessly watching everything unfold, Ghostbur's eyes widened as he saw Dream's eyes turn slit. He knew that Dream was fully on instinct.

You see. Dream never mentioned it to anyone but Dream was half-dragon—Making him a hybrid, And dragons tend to be very protective if they care alot about something. Like treasure–Dream growled as he stared at warden's eyes which were filled with fear.

Sam gulped as he reached out to grab Ghostbur to leave as quickly as possible but was stopped as he got slammed into the wall, He stared with wide eyes at he saw the prisoner looking down upon him, A tall figure held his chest by one hand.

Dream was fully on instinct, Sam was paralyzed. Dream grabbed his fist and collided it with the uneven and rocky walls of the cell. The foundation of the wall crumbled into the lava below as it got submerged in the hot orange liquid, Dream stood up with Sam on one fist and Ghostbur in his pocket.

Sam squirmed at the strong grasp of the now giant prisoner. The alarms blared loudly alerting everyone in the server, As people started to reach the prison all they saw was a giant chunk smashed and smoke was covering the area.

Dream and Sam were nowhere to be found, And no one even knew Ghostbur went to visit...

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I only proof-read once so sorry if there's any mistakes

Venture

Chapter 3

I'm honestly surprised i got this out! I thought I'd be sitting on it for weeks!

Anyway, here y'all go!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1,897

Warnings: Blood, Fear, ect.

Setting up camp consisted of the human kicking at the dirt under a random tree, nodding to himself, and plopping down against the trunk. He set Tommy’s cage down beside his crossed legs with a gentle thunk that rattled his bones. Tommy scowled, glaring up at the man when he was jarred from his slump against the bars.

Not noticing the teen’s irate gaze, Dream gathered up any sticks, leaves, and dry grass within easy arms reach. He haphazardly piled it next to Tommy’s cage, then started to, absurdly enough, dig out a hole in front of his crossed legs.

Tommy watched in mild confusion as the human carved out a deep hollow in the earth, then purposefully stacked the sticks and leaves into the hole. Oh. He was making a fire pit. The teen perked up, curious, despite his fear of the human, about how fire was created.

Dream dug in one of his innumerable pockets for a moment before withdrawing some flint and a chunk of steel. In a deft twitch of his hands, he had a bright little flame eating up at the kindling in the pit.

He put away the flint and steel, then dug out from his pockets a rag and what looked like a waterskin. Tommy had to look away when the human started cleaning the blood from his hands, a touch squeamish at the sight of the sticky red substance soaking the rag as it was washed off.

Tommy looked back when the sounds of water running went away, eyebrows hitching up when he saw that the only things cleared of blood were the human’s hands. His mask and cloak were still caked in the drying fluid, not that Dream seemed to care.

“Alright. Let’s get you taken care of.” Dream flipped open a satchel resting on his hip that Tommy hadn’t even noticed and shuffled around in it for a solid minute, then brought out something that was too small for Tommy to see from how Dream held it.

The human started fiddling with the thing, pinching it between his fingers and finagling his waterskin until he hummed in satisfaction. He then set the waterskin aside and reached towards the cage with whatever he had in his hand. Tommy drew back to the opposite side of the cage warily, bracing his arms behind him and grasping at the bars.

Dream slid the thing through the thin bars of the cage and stuck a finger through one of the gridded squares to push it closer towards Tommy. It took him a long moment to process what it was, and when he finally did, dread struck through his body. A fine, delicately carved smallfolk sized bowl sat innocently before his eyes, the water it held inside rippling almost cheerfully in the evening light. The horrifying implications dawned on Tommy, washing through his mind like the tide on bare sand. 

Tommy shuddered. Dream was another one. Just the newest captor in the short line of captors that he’s had. Only two, but that was more than most people could say!

Slowly, with a trembling hand, Tommy reached for the bowl. Even though he couldn't trust Dream, he still needed the water. The hunters had given him nothing in the four days that they had had him, and his body was really starting to feel it.

While Tommy drank the much-needed water from the bowl, Dream was pulling something else from his pack, a slab of raw meat half the size of the human’s head. He plucked a stick from the pile next to the cage and stabbed it through the meat, then stuck the other end of the stick into the dirt, letting it hang over the fire.

Tommy's mouth watered when the smell of roasting meat filled the air, and his stomach growled loudly despite himself. Dream glanced over to Tommy at the sound, a knowing smirk growing over his lips. Tommy scowled at him and turned away, not wanting to watch the human eat when his own stomach was gnawing and twisting hungrily at itself. Water was one thing, but Tommy doubted that Dream would share his food with him.

He tried to block out the sound and smell of the sizzling meat and took another long sip of his water. Despite his best efforts, it was all he could hear, among the crackling of the fire and the sounds of Dream doing whatever it was he was doing. Tommy’s stomach growled again, just as loud as the last time, making the teen’s scowl deepen.

He set the bowl down, a little less than half-full, and crossed his arms over his middle. In his attempt to ignore the human behind him, his eyes settled on the splattered blood still glistening in the center of the cage. Tommy wrinkled his nose in disgust. It was gross, and it stunk of copper, but it wasn’t like he could clean it out of the cage. It wasn’t like he wanted to, either. He didn’t want to touch somebody else’s blood.

"Here." Dream’s voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he twisted around with a grimace. “What–” He snapped, then trailed off, eyes locking on the chunk of meat the human was pressing against the gridded bars. 

Tommy’s mind stuttered. Was–was the human actually offering it to him? Why? What good would it do Dream? It wasn’t like Tommy was about to keel over and die of starvation right this second—Unless–well, Dream wouldn’t know that, would he? For all he knew, he was keeping a future investment Tommy alive. Still, the teen was suspicious.

"This isn't poisoned, is it?” Tommy questioned, glaring mistrustfully up at Dream’s still-bloodied mask. The human only smirked and cocked his head. Tommy had the feeling that, behind the mask, Dream was rolling his eyes.

"If I wanted to do something to you, I wouldn't use poison." Dream chuckled. "I'd just do it."

Tommy paled at the human's words, but accepted them as true. If the human wanted to hurt him, it wouldn’t really take much to do so. An unwanted image of the human crushing the cage whilst Tommy was still inside flashed through his head, but Tommy tried to shake it off. He was hopefully too valuable for Dream to want to kill. Hopefully.

Regardless, he inched forward and gingerly took it from between the two huge fingertips before him. His eyes widened at the surprise weight of the meat, and he had to do a double take. The chunk was like half the size of his torso! There was no way that he'd finish it! He damn sure would try, though.

He turned away from Dream and tore into it hungrily, not wanting to give the human a chance to change his mind if he so chose. Human beings were fickle, Tommy had learned, and incredibly cruel. He wouldn’t put it past Dream to be the same as his previous captors, even if the man was giving him food.

It was completely dark by the time Tommy had finished his first meal in days, and he set the meat beside the water bowl with a contented sigh. By all means, he still didn’t trust Dream, but he had given him food and water. At the very least, that meant that Tommy wouldn’t die from thirst or starvation whilst in the human’s possession. 

He peered at Dream through the bars, who was packing away the rest of the meat and seemed to be reorganizing his pockets, sorting through the stuff he had stolen from Tommy’s previous captors. 

Dream noticed his stare and nodded at him. "You want like a–a blanket or something?" 

Tommy paused at the offer, surprised, but shook his head anyway. He didn't need anymore of this human's pity, or–or whatever it was. It wasn't like Tommy needed it, anyways. It might be a bit foolish to think so, but he could withstand the cold.

Dream shrugged nonchalantly at Tommy's answer and finished organizing his things. Tommy watched him, gaze lingering on some of the items Dream had. Some of it was normal human stuff, but some of it was more smallfolk stuff. Tommy could see at least two swords, an actual blanket, and several knick-knacks that Tommy knew wouldn’t have been given freely to a human.

Another spur of dread coiled in the pit of his gut, but before he could say anything, Dream had everything stowed away and was wrapping his cloak more tightly around his shoulders, laying down against the tree.

“Alright, kid. Night.” The human rolled over suddenly onto his side, facing his back to Tommy’s cage. Tommy’s face twisted up into an expression of offended confusion. What the fuck? Already, he could see the human’s side slowly rising and falling. Hee was apparently already fast asleep.

Grumbling, Tommy slid down the bars to sit. He was tired, probably from the alternating rushes of fear and adrenaline from the events of the last hour that had left him feeling incredibly drained. 

He slumped onto his side, shivering a little at the cold touch of the metal ground, and shut his eyes. He probably needed to save his energy for an opportunity to escape or something, now that he was being kept by a new human. His last captors had learned all of his tricks, and had rendered his escape attempts null and void, but this one didn't know anything about him at all. That meant he had a chance.

He pillowed his head on his arms with a small huff, and tried to get some sleep.

°°°

Tommy didn't sleep. Tommy couldn't sleep, not when the unfamiliar human was so close. Not when anxiety of what was going to happen to him scratched at his brain, not when he could hear the sound of the human’s deep, long breaths plowing through the cool air, and definitely not when the coppery smell of blood from the still-drying splatters in the center of the cage invaded his nose every time he breathed in. The scent of the meat beside him dampened it somewhat, but Tommy couldn't decide if the combination of cooked meat and blood made it better or worse.

The chill of the night air bit into his skin, cutting through the thin bandages in his forearms with ease. Tommy grimaced, scrunching his nose and pulling his arms inside of his shirt with a shiver.

The forest sounds were creepy, but nothing out of the norm from what Tommy could tell. At the very least, he couldn’t hear the tell-tale sounds of mobs scruffing around the camp, so there was that. Even still, every rustle in the bush made him uneasy, and he flinched when the lonely hoot of an owl echoed through the night air.

On top of all that, the fire was starting to die out. Tommy shivered again. It wasn't even close to winter yet, it was barely even starting to be fall, but the night air was cool, and it made chills pervade deeply through his clothes. He stood and moved to the side of the cage closest to the fire, wishing he had taken up Dream's offer of a blanket or a scrap of cloth or something as he sat back against the slightly warm metal bars.

Damn his pride. It was going to be a long night.

The Perfect Hill

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII @crimpie I WAS YOUR SECRET SANTA!!! I loved both your prompts so much but this is the one I went with! I really hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️ This was created for the 2022  MCYT G/T Secret Santa under the theme ‘winter wonderland’.  @mcyt-gt-events

cw: fear, death mention (but no actual death), I think that’s it? Its pretty fluffy :3

word count:  3089

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*taps mic* test test .... Is this thing on? Yeah? Great.

AHEM Hello Tumblr

I don't know how a lot of things here work yet WEQASD

I figured I'd show y'all some art of mine tho

I have kinda fled here :))))

Anyway first post done

Don’t forget to mention that...

Well I never expected this to be the first finished bit of writing I posted here. I promise I’m still writing that other one I’ve hinted at, I just want it to be perfect!! I actually wrote this back in August and was re-reading it and thought: huh its not bad so edited it a bit and here we are. (this is literally the 2nd fanfic I’ve ever written as well as g/t piece and I haven’t even finished the first so please be kind qwq)  This was inspired by an artwork that @dingbatnix created! Original post here  I hope you like it ❤️

cw: mcyt g/t, soft, slight panic, mention of death man I hope that’s right

word count:  2375

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