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Omg they are so cuuuute qwq

rainy day ranblues...

(tiny bench trio for an anon! speedpaint + process coming soon! :])

38 with Giant Wilbur and Tiny Tommy pleaseee

Hurt/Comfort because its my current addiction

Oooh hurt/comfort is probably my favorite right now as well.. Hope you enjoy!! These always end up a bit longer than I expect but I’m not complaining \^-^/

Prompt list here! I’m still talking prompts by the way! Don’t be shy :D

Warnings for: Fear

Word Count ~1150

------Bad Day------

Tommy had lived with Wilbur for a while now. He was a borrower, and it took him a while to get used to the human and his mannerisms. When they'd first met, Tommy had been anxious and had immediately set to getting away from the human.

However, when it turned out that Wilbur meant him no harm and seemed so genuinely distressed about causing Tommy to be afraid, Tommy took a chance. He got to know the human, even getting to the point where he was comfortable enough to be his loud, obnoxious self (which he hadn't been in a long time).

He'd once offhandedly called him Wilby, and Wilbur had almost started crying on the spot. When Tommy had gone to apologize, Wilbur had just laughed softly with a smile, shaking his head fondly before moving on immediately.

And the best part was that Tommy hadn't been afraid again, and Wilbur had been patient and understanding, never pushing against Tommy's boundaries.

Today was different.

Wilbur had been distant today, and had answered shortly when Tommy had passed him in the kitchen when the human had gotten home. He'd just gone to his room and closed the door.

Tommy smirked to himself. He must have forgotten that Tommy literally had tunnels in the walls to everywhere (basically) in the house. He set off to getting to the room, figuring he'd show up and spend some time with Wilbur.

He walked through the narrow, stuffy tunnels, humming slightly to himself as he went. By the time he got to Wilbur's room, behind his desk, he nodded to himself as he pulled out his hook from his bag. He hadn't used it recently; usually, Wilbur would carry him, since he'd gotten so lax around the human.

But still, he wanted to get to the top and see what was up with Wilbur. Maybe he could surprise him, make his face light up in that was it always did when he saw Tommy, with that soft smile and fond eyes.

So Tommy climbed, just trying to get to the top, and he panted when he got to the top, hands on his knees. He expected a snarky comment from Wilbur about it, but when he glanced up, the human wasn't even looking at him. Instead, he was staring at his phone almost blankly.

"Hey Will."

The human in question jumped, as if shocked out of whatever trance he was in. It wasn't long before his eyes landed on Tommy and just stared for a moment. "Toms?"

"Big man, I think I'm out of shape." He exaggerated his panting a bit, placing a hand on his chest. "I might be-"

"Tommy..." He sounded a bit annoyed, but Tommy wasn't the best at reading social cues, so he continued on.

"Seriously big man, I might be the worst borrower in existence. You should've seen me when I was in my prime. A sad day for the Tommy Innit community, truly." Tommy barked out a laugh, a wide smile on his face.

"Listen, Tommy," Wilbur sounded tired, "I really want some time alone today, okay?"

"You can't get rid of me that easily." Tommy grinned, still oblivious and taking it as teasing. Wilbur had never asked to be away from him before, so that must be it, right? Wilbur went to speak again, but Tommy kept going. "I'm serious, man, you're going to have to try a bit harder if you're going to get rid of Big Man Innit."

"TOMMY!" A frustrated sigh left Wilbur as he ran a hand down his face, and Tommy flinched away, hands instinctively going to his ears as they rang a bit from the noise. "Not now, okay?"

Then he looked down at the kid, and his heart shattered at what he saw. Tommy was curled into himself and trembling, hand slowly coming away from his ears with wide eyes. He reached forward instinctually, wrenching his hand away when Tommy flinched away from it. Guilt wormed its way into his chest and stuck there.

"Tommy..."

"No, uh, m-message received, big man." His voice shook as he stumbled a few steps back toward the edge of the desk. He scrambled back as Wilbur's hand gently blocked his path and turned around, throat feeling tight.

"Wait, stay." Wilbur leaned a bit closer, moving his hand back to himself almost sheepishly. "Please?" Tommy just gave a small nod, and he kept glancing at Wilbur's hand. For a moment, Wilbur worried that he was scared of it, but it seemed to be almost longing, and suddenly it clicked. He somehow softened further as he looked at the boy on his desk. "Aw, come here Toms."

And just like that, Tommy scrambled into his waiting palms, and Wilbur brought the bot to his chest, hushing him softly as the boy sniffled a bit. He ran his finger tip along the boy's spine, feeling him shudder as he shushed him gently.

"I'm sorry, Toms. I shouldn't have shouted." He ruffled the boy's hair a bit as he huffed out a small sigh. "It's been a rough day, so I've been a bit stressed. That's not an excuse," he added quickly, not wanting to seem like he was justifying anything, "but I just wanted to explain a bit."

A few moments passed as he stood, feeling the borrower's hands ball into his shirt. Tommy was so loud and had been so cocky and confident recently that Wilbur forgot that he was just a kid, even if Tommy got annoyed every time he called him a child. A kid who had told Wilbur how much it took to trust him because he could flip at any second and do whatever he wanted.

Wilbur would never do that, but he just hoped that Tommy would remember that after this.

He walked steadily toward the kitchen, shifting Tommy into one hand as he began to make hot chocolate. It seemed to always calm the boy down any other time and he hoped it would do the same. He hummed along the tune of Mellohi, which Tommy had overheard when he'd played Minecraft and latched onto for some reason.

Before long, he'd finished the hot chocolate and poured it into a small cup for Tommy. The boy had stopped sniffling occasionally, simply leaning his head against Wilbur's chest.

"Toms?" Wilbur whispered, keeping his voice low. "Want some hot chocolate?"

Silence met him and he glanced down, heart warming at the sight.

There, snuggled into his shirt, was Tommy, fast asleep. He ran his thumb along the boy's side, watching with a faint smile on his face as the borrower leaned into it.

Something relaxed in Wilbur at the sight. Tommy still felt safe enough to fall asleep with him, and that was such a comforting at the implication.

He smiled. They'd get through this and be fine, and Wilbur would do his best to never raise his voice around the kid again.

Hmmmm.....How about number 14 with G!Techno and Tiny!Tommy?

AHHH thanks for the prompt! Techno is a ton of fun to write :O

It's pretty angsty because that's where my brain decided to take this apparently but I hope you enjoy! And sorry it's a bit shorter than some of the others I've written haha..

Prompts from here!

Warnings for: language, fear, keeping a person against their will, threats (mentions of death)

Word Count ~800

-----At The Limit------

Tommy had been with Techno for a few days now. The human had stumbled upon his cabin in the cold and Techno had kept an eye on him since. He didn't trust the human.

At least, that was his excuse at first. After all, he was a giant piglin hybrid, a monster, if you asked most people. And the kid seemed terrified and ready to bolt.

Techno needed to make sure that the kid didn't bring any danger to his home, especially in the form of giant slayers. Phil visited here from time to time, and he couldn't put his friend into that kind of danger.

However, Techno had quickly grown attached to the kid, and found himself actually worried for the human rather than about him. The voices in his head agreed, too, while a few teased him for it.

TechnoSoft

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/rainbowchat

Protect!!

BrotherPog

That one had made him snort to himself. The human wasn't his brother, just a liability.

Or so he told himself, as he grew more and more attached to the human rapidly. He knew that the human wanted to leave. It was not secret, after all, especially because just about every day, the boy would approach him timidly and ask if he could please leave, that he wouldn't tell anyone, he swore.

But Techno, despite the voices in his head spamming how guilty they felt and how he himself felt, he always gruffly declined with a sharp no, ignoring the way his chest tightened in that odd way as the boy flinched and withered.

Usually, Techno was fine with it. Usually, he would deny the request and move on, but today was different.

Today, Tommy wouldn't let go of it. He didn't curl into himself and go silent.

"Let me leave!" He shouted instead, more insistent this time. And, when Techno opened his mouth again to respond, the human quickly added on a, "you big bitch!"

Techno leveled his gaze on the kid, straightening in his chair a bit, and he could see how the kid was trying to stop himself from shaking. The kid's fists were balled into fists at his side and he actually did take a step back as Techno leaned forward, placing his forearms on either side of the human. "Excuse me?"

His monotone voice elicited a flinch from the human but he still didn't back down, even as Techno's red eyes narrowed. He let out a heavy sigh and the kid drew in a shaky breath.

"I won't tell anyone," the kid was almost pleading now, voice wavering, "please. My family must be worried, and-"

The kid's mouth clicked shut and he shot a worried look up at Techno, whose brow raised in intrigue. The human hadn't mentioned much of a family, and the scared look sent up at him made it clear why.

He was scared. Scared that Techno would hurt his family, or that maybe he would never see his family again. Still, Techno shook his head.

"No." He ignored a particularly loud voice in him head that shouted to let him go already, scrunching his forehead as if trying to dispel it. "I said no, kid."

"I'm not a kid!" Tommy's voice was loud again, angry even. "You're never going to let me go!" His voice cracked. Techno would have thought it pathetic before, but after spending time with the human it made him feel... guilty. And then the boy continued, sounding angry and hopeless. "You're a monster!"

And the world froze as a boundary was crossed.

Monster?

Monster..

Monster!

Techno's mind went blank for a moment. First came the hurt, which he was too slow to conceal, and then he just felt pissed. He knew it by the way the kid stared up at him, raising his hands as if to placate the giant.

"Technoblade, I-" He screamed as Techno's hand shot out and wrapped around him. "Wait, I'm sorry."

Techno huffed. The kid thought he was going to hurt him still. That stung more than he thought it would, but whatever. He'd just use it to his advantage.

"No. You want to leave?" He walked across the cabin quickly, the human struggling to get out of his probably-too-tight fist. He got the the door and swung it open, feeling the human flinch as the heavy door smacked against the wall loudly. He dropped the human a bit roughly onto the floor and made a shooing motion with his hands, ignoring the voices in his head and the guilt in his chest as the human cowered. "Fine! Leave! See if I care!"

The human didn't move for several moments. Frozen in fear, maybe? It didn't matter, and Techno, against his better judgement, let out a snarl, watching as the human bolted and adding an unnecessary threat.

"If I ever see you or your family around here, you're dead!"

And as the human stumbled through the snow, Techno felt an awful feeling of guilt and dread as he slammed the door closed. This was for the best, right?

maybe 50 with smol tommy and big techno?

tommy has a bad nightmare of the human he used to live with and techno needs to console him? idk i kinda think it would be cool

I’m so sorry that this took so long! I hope you enjoy! I kind of wrote more than I needed to but hey here ya go haha... I’m working on other ones but it might take a while for those as well. I’m super busy looking for apartments and working currently...

Prompts from here!

Warnings for mild Stockholm taking root, injuries, fear, threats, treating someone as inferior, keeping a person as a pet (Let me know if I missed any!) Word Count ~1500

-----There Will Come a Day-----

“Oh, Theseus!” Shivers shot down his spine and he pressed himself against the back of the cage fearfully as the human entered the room. The name was given to him for trying to be a hero, but in the end, he’d just been caught himself. The smile the human gave the borrower was sickening and it felt paralyzing. “I had a really awful day at work, and I need to destress.” The cage door squeaked open and fingers reached forward and wrapped around his middle. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Tommy shook his head, though he knew it wasn’t really a question. He’d learned a long time ago that his opinion didn’t matter, and that struggling only made everything worse. But that was okay.

After all, he was Dream’s. 

He was the property of the blond who liked to wear that stupid smiley mask and squeeze him a bit too tightly. Of the human who had been kind enough to give him food and shelter. He’d been told several times that he was lucky to be Dream’s. 

There could have been a worse human that found him, he’d been told. That another human might have killed him and not have graciously befriended the borrower and kept him safe. Maybe, at the beginning, Tommy might have disagreed and fought, but now, after several months at least, he’d lost his fight and will to get away.

The fingers around him shifted and fidgeted with his limbs, though they didn’t do much to the wings stuffed under his shirt. Fingers rolled his arm absently as the human crossed the room to sit at his desk, tapping away with his other hand on the computer. The fingers around him squeezed every now and then, mostly bearable. 

But one squeeze was particularly tight and it forced the air out of Tommy’s fragile lungs. A sound came with it, and his body instinctively pushed at the tight grip around him. 

He realized his mistake a moment later as the clacking of keys stopped and he froze, feeling himself be moved and set down on the desk. The human clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“Theseus..” dissatisfaction dripped from the human’s lips, and he was scowling, Tommy could see it from the way the human/s lips quirked downward. 

“I-I’m sorry, Dream,” the boy stuttered out, trying not to choke on his fear, “I, um, I didn’t mean to! The grip was just a bit too tight and I--”

A sharp, disbelieving laugh left the human. Tommy flinched. “I had a bad day. I told you that already, didn’t I?” Tommy didn’t respond, didn’t think that’s what Dream actually wanted.

He was wrong. A fist slammed down on the desk inches from Tommy, shaking the surface horribly and making Tommy fall. He stared up at the human with wide eyes filled with fear.

“I asked you a question, Theseus.” The human’s teeth were visible, clenched and Tommy shuddered. “When I ask a question, you answer, got it?” Tommy gave a series of rapid, frantic nods, arms curled close to his chest in panic. “Good.”

The human gave a sigh and leaned back, the anger from before still buzzing around Tommy, though the human seemed more relaxed. Tommy trembled with adrenaline, his nerves shot.

“Now, like I was saying. I had a bad day, and I told you that when I rescued you from your cage today, didn’t I?” 

“Y-Yes, sir.” It took everything in Tommy to not flinch as a finger reached forward and gave him a rough pat of approval on his head. He hated that he craved the validation and warmth that was evident in Dream’s smile that appeared.

“Good boy!” He praised, scooping Tommy into his palms, the latter remaining motionless. “But I do think it’s kind of selfish of you to make this about you, don’t you?”

Dread pooled in his stomach and he swallowed fearfully. “Yes, sir.”

“I’m glad you agree, though I think you still need to be punished...” The human trailed off, pinching one of Tommy’s arms between his fingers. Tommy’s breath hitched. “But maybe you could change my mind?”

Tommy immediately fell into an incoherent babble of apologies and pleading. Saying he was so sorry and that he’d do better. Pleading for his tormentor friend not to hurt him. A part of him deep down knew that it did no good, but maybe it would lessen the punishment. 

“Not good enough, Theseus,” Dream tsked.

Tommy didn’t have time to register the words before the human pulled and a blinding pain filled him. He was screaming, he realized, but couldn’t bring himself to stop.

“Theseus?”

Tommy tried to quiet himself and only succeeded slightly. 

“Tommy!”

Tommy jolted awake in a dark room, the cold of his cage under him. He could see a silhouette that was barely outlined by the moonlight behind it. He scrambled back as a hand reached in, a panicked chirp leaving him. 

He pressed his hands against his mouth, trying to muffle his whimpers as the human paused. Then it was reaching for him, and it gently scooped him out and brought him closer to the human before Tommy registered, shouting in fear.

“Dream, please!” He cried, body wracking with trembles as he curled close to himself, cradling his injured arm to his chest. “I didn’t mean to, please, just, please!” 

“Hey,” A voice was saying, deep and monotonous, “hey, kid. You’re okay, no one’s gonna hurt you here.” A finger brushed up and down his arm.

That didn’t make sense. Even when Dream soothed him after he was punished, he wasn’t this gentle. Dream always said it in a patronizing way. This person sounded... genuine.

His breath sounded loud in his ears and he made a hesitant, daring move to look up at the human. 

Now that his eyes had adjusted more, he could see the long, pale pink hair of the human in the moonlight. No smiling mask. A concerned expression, that he could see. 

“Technoblade...?” He winced at how rough and quiet his voice came out. He sounded pathetic.

“Hey, kid. That’s right.” The vague praise and warmth in the voice sent pleasant shivers down his spine. “You back with me?”

Tommy nodded, then remembered himself with another wince. “Yes, sir.”

“Just Techno is fine,” the voice reminded him gently, yet Tommy still stiffened a bit, “you’re okay, kid.”

Tommy bit back the urge to tell the human that he wasn’t a kid, that he was a big man, but instead he simply nodded. Techno resumed the motion from before, trying to further soothe Tommy as he gently rubbed his arm. 

Moments of silence stretched, and Techno broke it first.

“So, uh, before... you were makin’ like, bird sounds.” Techno didn’t notice how Tommy had stiffened. “Are you... an avian hybrid, by chance?”

“No!” Tommy blurted, the wings beneath his shirt flaring and giving him away.

“Kid, I can see your wings under there.” Tommy choked on a sob as he flinched away from the finger, pressing his forehead to the leathery skin of the hand he was on. He tried to show his apology in his very posture. “Kid..?”

“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry, Technoblade!” Tommy trembled, keeping his head down despite the uncomfortable warmth. A panicked trill rose in his throat and he just barely suppressed it. “Please, sir, do what you want with anything but the wings, anything but the wings, please!”

It was hard to focus, and he had to strain to hear the gentle murmuring hums of the human holding him. Calming him down. Being patient. and kind, and too good for the likes of him.

“Shhh, hey, hey,” the gentle touch was back, this time just barely brushing over his wings through his thin shirt, almost hesitantly, “you deserve love. You didn’t deserve what Dream did to you. And I’m never, ever going to hurt you. I didn’t mean to scare you, I just asked because Phil is also one. You’re safe here, Tommy.” 

“But, I, I lied. And I’m annoying, so...”

“Tommy.” The voice was firm now, and Tommy tensed. “Look at me.”

And he did. He looked up slowly, and saw how intently Technoblade was looking at him in the darkness, the dim light of the moon. He swallowed thickly.

“No one is ever going to hurt you again.” Techno told him with the most serious, earnest expression that Tommy had seen so far. “How many times do I need to tell you before you believe it?”

Tommy winced, opening his mouth to apologize, but Techno just shook his head slightly. And Tommy finally started to understand, a spark of his old self reigniting within him. Techno gave him a small smile in the moonlight, following up his previous question.

“Because I’ll remind you and prove it to you as many times as I need to.”

Tommy my boy! (He’s terrified) anyways he got hurt and dre went “child hurt, protec now!!” And kinda nommed him so.. yippee!!

@dingbatnix I used dre and Tommy for this TOMS TERRIFIED AND CONFUSED AT GHE SAME TIME LOL😭😭

I finished a thing for my au... It's Ranboo! I don't quite know what to call his species yet (some form of enderian thing, of course). I'm probably gonna sit down and write some for this au soon, but lord knows how it will end cause I suck at writing lmao anywho the au will be called Scent!AU so, back to my blog corner ✌️ (ah, quality sucks..... Honey sticks)

Uneasy Alliance

Prologue

Hello! I've decided to try writing my new AU instead of making a comic just because the lack of time. I will do drawings and designs to it tho. Short comics, some scenes from my writing or maybe asks in the future if I get that far. ¯\_(-w-')_/¯

Enjoy and tell me if I missed any warnings if you feel uncomfortable with something!

Word count: 2077

Warning!: swearing (like once or twice), mentioned character death, character death, slight gore

It's been almost a year since Dream got locked up in the prison. Few people visited the masked man but none came back without any scar, either it was physical or mental.

But something after all this time still was bothering the young ram hybrid. Tubbo paced back and forth, trying to connect the dots he created from nearly start of the server. Why did the guy turn from a bit strict but still very friendly into someone who doesn't care about anything, anyone or about how others feel? It just didn't add up to him. He tried to make an exorcism on the hybrid with Fundy but as he reason now - they failed. But they couldn't! They SAW the dreamon leave! Was it attracted back by the hatred that grew around the server?

Tubbo got snapped out of his thoughts as he heard his husband call his name. "Hello, bee!"

A soft smile drew on ram's face. "Hey Ranboo."

Ranboo. Enderman hybrid with few abilities. Tubbo's platonic husband and best friend. They adopted a zombie piglin toddler and named him Micheal. They would sacrifice the world for him and each other. Ranboo due to his enderman side got a hold of few abilities of them. First is the silk touch hands, he can pick anything without breaking it's natural presence. He's also practicing teleportation but that could take a while with his memory loss, he needs to remember locations to teleport to them. It's easiest in Snowchester where he spends most of the time. The enderman hybrid have some downs as well though. Like mentioned, his memory is bad and he have something called Enderwalk state. It's like he's sleepwalking but also mutters some weird words. His skin also is "allergic" to water.

The Enderman's wide smile turned into a worried frown. But before he could say anything, other male spoke again. "Yes I was thinking of it again... And I already told you why."

"Tubbo he-... he WAS doing all those things on his own! HE was and IS a reason..." Taller whined, his breath speeding up just slightly from the panicked thoughts that were snapped shut when Tubbo took his hand into his.

"I know what I saw Boo... the second Sam and Sapnap started to take him away. The evilness in his eyes- it disappeared Ranboo! Was completely replaced by fear and confusion! Why none of you believe me?..." The shorter hybrid trailed off as the second one stared at him in disappointment and worry.

"Tubbo... he hurt people... still do. He even killed Tommy just to prove a point! He was hiding that he not only was a size shifter, he also turned out to be a hybrid so it makes him also slightly a shape shifter! Tubbo... he's the reason everything is happening around here."

"You're repeating yourself."

"Because it's true!"

The ram hybrid fell silent. His head buzzing again with thoughts. He felt sorry, worried, responsible for the man's struggles in his own body. The fact he was hiding? Of course he was! He was a dragon and size shifter after all! And both are rare as hen's teeth! True. There are few tinies or shifters on the SMP, but none mix with other spiece. Tubbo felt the struggle he must've came through hiding and additionally dealing with being forced to do things, you know no one will forgive you for. But he did. He did forgive the man, because he knew it wasn't him, he didn't WANT it.

"Do whatever you think Tubbo... but Micheal- I need you. Tommy as well." With that the enderman hybrid left, leaving his soul mate alone yet again.

Tubbo stood here for quite a while until he decided on his next actions. He picked his communicator and started typing. The soft sound of little keyboard filling the room. He reread the message and sends it on his way out of Snowchester and towards the Greater SMP.

His pace was interrupted though by the most annoying yet traumatized person on the server. "Oh. Hi Tommy."

Tommy. Tubbo's best friend since the start. Tommy also is a shifter and a golden racoon hybrid. He can't control it that well though. When he feel strong emotions like anger or happiness he will grow up to good 3 meters (9'10 ft) but when he gets sad and even more likely scared he shrink to the tiny size of few centimeters. Maybe around 9 (4 inches). He was often shrunk down unwillingly by his body during the exile. Tubbo felt bad for him but also was a bit jealous. Him and Ranboo couldn't shift at all, they were just hybrids. In which, Tubbo didn't have powers like his other friend.

"Hello bee boy! What you up to? Visiting me 'cuz I'm sooo awesome?"

"Actually I was going to Sam for a visit."

The blonde teen fell silent, starring into his friend's blue eyes "Why?"

"I already told you Tommy! It might've been my fault and I'm just sitting there doing nothing! He... He was like a brother once to me.. and you can't tell he wasn't for you as well."

The two after those words fell silent for few minutes that felt like eternity to each of them. A chilly hand touched Tubbo's shoulder and grabbed it harder after a second. Right. He died and got revived... his touch is way colder.

"Did you get the things I asked you for?"

"Yeah... they're in my house in the room next to Shroud's if you want to take them and I won't be there."

"Just don't die there Toby... and I hope you're right about this." With that words the racoon looked at his friend leave until he was gone from the sight.

The rest of the way went awfully quick for Tubbo. In no time he was starring up at the gigantic blackstone and obsidian walls.

Pandora's vault. Biggest yet only prison on the server. From what most people know, it was designed by Dream and Sam, Dream having the main idea of building it. Now he himself is locked up within the thick obsidian walls. Inescapable, with corridors of security checks and the main cell at the very end of them.

Tubbo jumped as his communicator rang out from his pocket. Picking it up he didn't move an inch, something stopping him from taking another step forward.

"H-hello?"

"It's me Sam. You're fine to go through the portal."

He stood there. Portal lit up with purple light and swirled in mesmerizing circles. Finally the hybrid took a step forward. And another. And next three. Just to find himself in the way smaller room that was probably in the nether.

"Go through."

Right. He was still on call with Sam. He went through once again and was met with bright and big room. In the center was a counter made out of blackstone and a lectern with some book layed on it. Walls were made out of black stone and quartz adding a contrast to each other. On the left were two piston doors, one being open already. On the other hand right side was completely shut.

"Hello Tubbo."

"Hey, boss man..."

"Come closer and fill in those waivers for me please."

Sam. Creeper... centaur? He's a creeper hybrid that walks on four creeper legs and use two hands for what everyone else do. Fighting, eating, drinking, using things. No one really sees him outside of prison anymore. The security was tightened and due to only few guards he works on full 24/7.

Tubbo walked up to the counter and started reading the book, not liking all of the things contained in it. "Is it... really needed? I just wanted to talk-" The Warden's face told him what he needed to know. Signing up the waiver he wait for Sam to check it and let him go further.

"Alright... Go through that door and leave all of your things in the chest. Make sure to have one slot left in enderchest for the keycard." Said door opening behind Tubbo and waiting for him to go in.

He did as he was told and hesitate slightly on what he should take out of his enderchest. Everything was valuable at some point. Finally he took out a red compass. His friend was safe, in a place he knew. By the way it's not gonna stay here forever. "Done."

"Click the button and hide key-"

"Already did."

"... Good. Come back and go through the open door. Then stand in the middle of sea lanterns."

The ram hybrid did what the creeper told him just to see him on the other side of thick glass and a bed sticking out of the wall next to him.

"Set your spawnpoint so you don't respawn all the way out there."

Younger man immediately set his spawn before coming back to the lanterns. "Wait- why would I-" His body started to ache with every wave stronger and stronger. A painful and horrified scream escaped his breathless lungs. Soon he found himself on the ground, letting out heavy yet shallow huffs.

[Tubbo_ was killed by magic]

"Come on I don't have all day."

"That's fucking brutal..."

"It's just the security check. We need to do it so we know the prisoner doesn't escape."

That's when Tubbo's mind decided to remind him what he was doing here. He didn't realize he forgot. His mind was empty from when he entered the prison. Right. He was going to confirm his guesses... And meet with probably most dangerous person on the server right after the Technoblade. He might die... But he's done with sleepless nights of quilt and days of fear. If he lays his hands on that filthy demon properly this time, everything will go back to normal.  Right?

Finally after, what he thought, endless security checks they both were standing before the wall of lava. The stone bricks being cold to Tubbo's hooves compared to the beating waves of heat from the burning liquid. The redstone mechanism sounded, lava popped and crackled against the cold obsidian.

There he was. The Dream everyone feared. Starring down at him with narrowed, emerald, reptile eyes. His mouth and nose being completely covered by a muzzle with holes for air. Pose he was in probably wasn't pleasant at ALL. Kneeling on the rough obsidian, hands tied to his back with chains and looming forward because of the collar with two chains pulling on his neck. The massive tail being close to the rest of the body to avoid lava that was flowing from all sides. Wings... were in a rather painful grasp of chains. His hair once short and dark gold in sun, now fell on his face and shoulders with thick strokes with no shine. But Tubbo's attention got man's clothes. They were all jagged and dirty from blood. One giant slash being drawn on older male's shirt and a scar underneath.

Dream. Manipulator, killer, liar, tyrant, a MONSTER. Most powerful person on the server with access to the revival book. Possible connection to the God of the server DreamXD. The shape and size shifter. He is known to have 3 forms that people saw. A Blob is his tiny form that looks like a white blob with smiley face and could be held in one hand. His human form is probably most common to see him in but not his natural one. And finally the third but not last form is a between form. Half human and half dragon but also gain in size, being around 21 meters (70'10ft). Last form is unknown. But despite all of that Tubbo know something that not everyone knows. The man got possessed by a power hungry being called Dreamon and that's why he was doing all the bad things. At least in Tubbo's hopes.

Young hybrid starred up at the giant eyes that starred back at him with curiosity and no shine even from the lava.

"Move with the bridge. And don't worry...he can't move anything but his tail." Creeper's voice filled the room again. Tubbo felt weird but once again did as commanded. Now with no escape he was standing close enough to touch Dream's knee.

The redstone mechanism sounded again and lava begun to flow down. Tubbo waited patiently until they were cut off by the heat.

"So... Dream... tell me. Do you want to get free?"

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Thank you for reading!

If... this goes well I might immediately start the next part. Also I hope it wasn't too... wierdly typed but it was my ever first time doing such thing. Sorry if I missed any warnings or tags.

Anyway it's all from me and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ciao~

a silly little comic for the by nature au,,,, plus some bonus silly ranboo expressions at the end

Hello! I'm still here, and no I don't have any fic's right now :( but I do have more pictures! :>

This picture was inspired by a comment on one of my Dino dream post! Dream and his friends

If u remember my Wolf shifter dream Au then you'll remember him!

And here is mouse borrower tommy! He's also apart of the wolf shifter dream au

And as a treat here is borrower tommy who got caught by dream :)

I have no ideas right now, if any of you have Fic or drawing ideas I'll be happy to do them! Any Au of mine is fine too!

Poor Tommy...exile hasn't been too kind to him, but at least his wings haven't been cut off...yet.

Wordless versions:

I based his wings off of a red-tailed hawk, one of my favorite birds of prey :3

I think they suit him, don't y'all?

Venture

Chapter 2

Mmm not much to say here, other than, after this chapter, I don't have anything else ready for this to put out.

Oh yeah! Thanks @da3dm for proofreading!!

Chapter 1

Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,710

Warnings: Blood, Fear, ect.

It didn't take him long to find their camp. 

He stalked over to the pile of belongings, silently assessing the bags. While he wasn't officially a thief, he was quite fond of pilfering through others’ things, especially the things of hunters. There was always at least a few items of value stowed away. Plus, there was probably something edible he could grab.

He dropped to one knee in front of the pile and snagged one of the bags, tugging it open and digging through it. There wasn’t anything special, only a couple of glittering trinkets and a single golden ring. They wouldn't be worth much to trade, Dream estimated quietly. He pocketed them anyway, moving on to the next pack. This one had a few shimmering potions, which he inspected curiously before stowing them away. He would find out what they were later.

Dream flipped open another satchel and promptly froze. What…What the hell?! That's a kid, why would- He cut himself off, staring down at the little form. They were young, he could tell that much, maybe in their mid-teens if he pushed it.

The kid stared up at him with wide blue eyes set above pale, round cheeks. His face was framed by fluffy blond curls, which hung over his brow in a wild tangle. Long, ungainly legs pushed him further into the corner of the mesh cage while thin, twiggy arms curled defensively over his chest.

He was also terrified, Dream noted, and was doing a terrible job of hiding it.

“...Hey,” he murmured, suddenly acutely aware of how blood still dripped from his mask, still soaked his clothes, still stained his hands. He winced, leaning back a little. He frightened normal-sized people on accident. There was no telling what he looked like to the tiny teenager.

Scaring an apparent captive really wasn’t on today’s agenda.

…He should probably get the kid out of the cage, actually.

The kid stared up through the thin wire bars with thinly veiled panic when Dream reached into the bag, intent on grabbing the cage.

"N-No–Fuck!-" The kid clapped his hands over his mouth as the words seemed to slip out, cringing down further into the corner of the cage.

Dream paused at his cry before slowly drawing his hand back, out of view with a grimace. The kid shook, eyes wide.

“...Um,” Dream put eloquently, shifting to sit on his knees. He…he had no idea how to deal with kids. Adults, at least, could deal if his brash actions scared them, but children? He raised his hands dubiously, then lowered them. What…what did he do? He furrowed his brow, brushing a bloodied hand over his chin. Well, he didn’t want to traumatize the kid, so…

He decided to go with the subtler route. If anything, it’d be good practice for any future dealings with tiny frightened children.

“I’m Dream,” He murmured lowly, dropping his hands to rest in his lap. The kid only stared, puffing half-frantic breaths through his hands. 

“I'm not gonna hurt you, kid.” Yeah, that would surely convince him. Hmm. Dream cocked his head, an idea blooming. “The people that had you were hunters, right? Or traffickers?” He tensed even more, scrawny shoulders hitching up around his ears. “I'll take that as a yes. Okay, well, they went after me, so I killed them. You won't have to worry about them anymore.” The rigid form relaxed just the tiniest bit at the news, but his eyes widened substantially.

“I'm only here because I wanted to loot their stuff, so, um…yeah.” He paused. “I won't hurt you.”

What he said seemed to work, because the small blond slowly pulled his hands from his mouth and drew his head up from his shoulders. The tiny, almost indistinguishable blue eyes scrutinized what little of Dream’s expression he could see for a long beat before he slumped, apparently accepting the assassin’s words. 

Dream let a small grin slip on his face and leaned forward.

“Would you mind telling me what your name is?” The kid jumped, eyeing him suspiciously for a long beat, before he seemed to deflate and jerked a small nod.

“I’m Tommy,” he rasped quietly. Dream had to do a double take. He could have sworn he heard the word ‘bitch’ tacked onto the end of that. He shook himself. He supposed it didn't really matter.

“Tommy? Cool.” His grin widened. “I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but, considering the circumstances…” He swiped at some of the blood still adorning his mask and flung the droplets away with a dismissive flick of his fingers.

Tommy cringed, eyeing the smeared streaks on the mask. If the human was really telling the truth…then that would mean that the blood on his mask was from his captors. That would mean that this human had single-handedly murdered five armed hunters and, from what Tommy could see, escaped relatively unscathed. That meant that this human was dangerous. More so than the average sword-swinger. 

…Tommy didn’t think he should antagonize this one too much. He already regretted the habitual insult that had slipped out when he said his name. There was no need to actually make the man mad.

The human leaned forward, blocking out most of what Tommy could see out from the opening of the bag with his enormous frame. The beady little eyes of the mask bore disconcertingly down on the teen, and, unconsciously, he shivered. It was so creepy.

“Do you want me to let you out of the cage?” Dream broke the silence, cocking his head to the side.

Tommy’s eyes widened, and he shook his head fervently. He did not want to be out and around this human, thank you very much. The cage, at least, offered him some (flimsy) barrier of safety, kept him from being in open grabbing reach.

Dream hummed, bobbing his head in a nod. His hand rose, blocking half of Tommy’s view as it reached into the bag. Tommy’s heart spiked in fear.

“Alright, well, I'm gonna have to carry the cage anyway, kay?” Dream muttered, grabbing the mesh top. “I'm not just gonna leave you here.”

Gorey fingers poked through the top of the cage and curled around the wires. Tommy flinched as a few drops of blood splattered down on the metal floor of the cage, each plinking quietly against the cold surface.

With a nauseating lurch, the cage was hoisted into the air. Tommy flung his bandaged arms out, bracing them against the wire mesh at the sudden movement. He was thankful he was sitting down this time. Being thrown about the harsh metal cage was not an experience he liked to indulge in.

Almost as soon as it had risen, though, the cage was firmly plonked onto the mulchy forest floor. Tommy jolted, confused, when the huge, extremely fucking tall, wow, he just kept going, human stood and moved over to the rest of the belonging pile. He waved a hand lazily in Tommy's direction. 

“Just sit tight for a bit, alright? I’m gonna finish robbing this stuff.”

Tommy stared, a slightly offended expression growing on his face. Just find him and then just, just leave to go looting?! Just like that? It was like finding a tiny person, an abnormality, was nothing to this guy! Usually there was at least some sort of awe, or fascination, or, or even a touch of greed at his prospective uses! But no? This guy just up and ditches? 

It’s not that Tommy was complaining, really. He was quite glad that this Dream guy wasn’t poking and prodding and trying to estimate his sell price, but…it was the principle of the matter! He wasn’t acting like a normal person would!

Tommy froze when a horrifying thought popped into his head. What if…what if the reason the human wasn’t reacting normally was because he had done this before? What if he was used to seeing smallfolk? What if he was used to capturing smallfolk? No, no, it couldn’t be that, right? Right?

Tommy watched Dream root through the rest of the hunter’s belongings, the man humming whenever he found something interesting before it was whisked away under the green poncho. He…he couldn’t tell if the human was malicious or not! Tommy knew, Tommy knew, that some, a very, very select, small few humans were good, were nice enough to at least ignore smallfolk, and that some were even okay to speak to and interact with, but…the hard part was figuring out who it was you could trust. Who it was that wouldn’t try to murder you. Who it was that wouldn’t kidnap you. Tommy learned this lesson the hard way.

Dream stood, seemingly finished with his act of larceny. Tommy swallowed nervously as the huge boots strode towards him, audibly crushing the forest foliage underneath the massive leather soles, until they stopped just in front of the cage. The blood-streaked, innocently smiling mask caught the light of the dusking sun as the human bent and snagged his fingers through the thin wires at the top, and then the cage lurched as he picked it up.

Tommy slid across the metal floor of the cage, narrowly avoiding the large splatters of blood in the middle as it was moved to rest against the vast green wall of Dream’s chest, and huge, cloth wrapped arms curled around the front, trapping the cage against the human’s torso.

“Just sit tight for now, kay?” The human started moving, long, striding steps that rolled smoothly through the cage. “I’ve gotta find someplace to set up camp, and then I can check up on you.”

Tommy shrunk back against the cage bars, wrapping his fingers around the thick wires. The easy stride the human had taken barely affected the cage, but Tommy was still cautious. His thrumming heart had slowed from it’s breakneck pace, letting him breathe easier.

He settled back, pushing down on the uncertain queasiness in his gut. Tommy figured he would have nothing to do but to wait, wait until he could try to escape from this new danger. 

Tommy didn’t know what Dream wanted from him, but he was almost certain it wouldn’t be pleasant. When it involved the big folk, it never was. 

Also forgot I was gatekeeping this drawing

If I remember right the idea was kickstarted by @baka-monarch talking about a  tiny Tommy mermaid living in symbiose Dream

I really like the idea of sea monster sized mermaids :) Here Dream is probably a bit to close to the shore, having followed these poachers after he noticed Tommy missing, or something like that!

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.