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beansthough · 2 months
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G/t prompt
A borrower whos had to steal to survive. The live day in and day out fighting just to get the bare minimum. Never having enough food to sustain themselves. And after years of torment and loneliness, they are fed up with it. The then no longer value their life and want themselves dead. They decide then decide it cant just be anything they die to. Thet want to die from the exact same thing they're running from... Humans
The borrower comes out of hiding, In front a bean. The bean is very confused. Then confusion turns to consern when the borrower asks to be killed by the bean. They refuse. And the bean takes care of the borrower. The borrower is now stuck in this situation, but its not so bad.
"Maybe life does have more meaning"
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beansthough · 2 months
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I love them so much!<3
Thank u!!!
ok so i have an almost 2 inch thick binder of art from high school that i never posted so i’m gonna show those
firstly though is this kinda unfinished character designs (i say unfinished cause Karl never got a shirt lmao) for @beansthough’s karlnapity fic “His Brave Hunters” cause i love it dearly and still reread it a ton cause i adore karlnapity with all my heart and soul 💕💖✨
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it’s just a fluffy nice wholesome story, here’s a link to the first chapter if you haven’t yet had the chance to read this absolute masterpiece
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beansthough · 2 months
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Hey guys…
In light of recent events I’ll probably not make content centered around a certain cc anymore. I’ve done the same with other ccs in the past. I won’t take any of my fics down and I’m quite proud of them, but pls separate them from the cc and his actions.
I know I don’t post that often anyways but I think I’m finally stepping back from mcyt based content. I have loved this community and I’ve had so much fun making stories for you guys, but as for now all my fics have come to a close. I love you guys and I’m so happy you support me.
I’m not abandoning my account by any means and will probably still make content, just some that isn’t related to mcyt at all. Sending love out in another rough situation.
Always support victims you guys❤️
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beansthough · 3 months
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BEANS FOR REAL JUST YOU MADE THE WHOLE THING SO MUCH BETTER!
LIKE THE AGE JUMP MEANS WE HAVE MATURE TOMMY!!! He would so just enter Uncle Tommy phase and be able to sympathize with Tallulah so much more because of his own experience with Hunters.
And Wilbur being just a glorified Teddy Bear is everything and I love it so much more!!!!! He's definitely just gonna be stuck their for a while and get a rush of nostalgia from meeting Tommy all over again with her probs not knowing her own strength etc.
But but I had another thought!!! Now what if we had Chayanne into the mix? I think it would be so good if Chayanne was just a tiny hybrid too (idk if still a dragon but anyways) and he kinda got ditched as a kid and had been wandering for a home till he stumbles upon Tallulah in Tommy's old den and they befriend each other that Chayanne decides he's Tallaluhs protector now.
And then lets say that Tommy and Wilbur couldn't see Tallulah for some reason and it's Phil who goes to see her and what a surprise he gets from this tiny boy protecting a dragon from anything and everything because he doesn't trust any one- even small hybirds like himself. THEN YOU GET THEIR BONDING AND PHIL GOING: This child is malnourished and looks son shaped. I JUST THINK YES IT WOULD BE SO CUTE!!!!!!!!
Thank you for letting me rant a second time and I'm glad you're well <3 Love seeing you about when you're online <3
Omg YESSSSS.
We definitely need Chayanne . I think he should be a sparrow hybrid for him and Philza to be closer and make Phil’s instincts just go crazy.
But ah just Chayanne meeting Tallulah and instead of being frightened her just like, yep this in my little sister now. I have to protect her with my life. And Tallulah keeping him hidden from Wilbur, but when Philza shows up for a surprise visit.
Chayanne had never seen Philza around before so he just immediately tries to fight Phil. And Philza see this kid and just goes yep! Mine forever!
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beansthough · 4 months
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hi ! First I love your snake charter Au, it's Great 🌸💖🌸🩷🩷🩷💖💖🌸🩷🌸
If do to his upbringing Tommy was more dark and instead of making that deal with Wilbur he just kidnaps him. How would that go/end ?
Oof this was definitely an idea I had when I was first making snake charmer for it to be more dark, but I definitely went down the fluffy route lol.
But it would’ve probably would’ve gone like this.
Tommy would become infatuated with Wilbur. He would watch from afar at first, but once he knew the mouse’s routine he would’ve just snatched Wilbur up all to himself, and hid him away.
Wilbur would just be Tommy’s.
Wilbur of course would be rightfully terrified, but he would see that Tommy is just a mislead kid, so lots and lots of angst and minimal growth.
But I’m sure this version of Tommy wouldn’t hesitate to have a little snack whenever and he would love to taunt the little mouse with the idea. Tommy is definitely more rough and less careful with his strength and teeth.
But Wilbur becomes accustomed to this life eventually, and maybe Tommy will even get some new toys when a devastated Brother and Father come looking for their lost mouse.
But long long down the line Tommy would become very attached to all of them. And he would see them as a makeshift family, but the others would always feel like prisoners to this beast.
(But thank u so much I happy you like snake charmer :3 ❤️)
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beansthough · 4 months
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soo.......
did you like my ask? :3
Very very much so<3
;3
Sorry I’ve been super busy at work, but I really want to be able to be more active on here now. But AHHHHH your ask was everything<3
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beansthough · 4 months
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BEANS BEANS BEANS BEANS BEANS I HAD THE CRAZIEST THOUGHT FOR LIKE A CROSS OVER THINGY IN YOUR SNAKE CHARMER AU!!!!
Wilbur is out doing his chores when he hears loud crying. He's obviously concerned but also a bit annoyed why Tommy hadn't just come and sought him out like normal- which usually means he did something bad.
Anyways he follows the crying calling out to Tommy how he won't be mad etc etc and stop hiding as he makes his way through a thicket of bushes only to be totally stunned when instead of finding Tommy, he finds a badly hurt dragon hybrid who is deathly afraid of him and everything.
Tallulah is baby dragon hybrid (bit younger than Tommy) and has stumbled her way into the Forest where everyone resides. She's just escaped a bunch of hunters and is hiding when Wilbur finds her. She's kinda cornered but Wilbur is eventually able to settle her. As soon as he talks about bringing her home to the village she panics and runs off.
Cue round two of Wilbur lying to everyone while he tries to adopt befriend his big little girl.
I think it would be really cute and the Wilbur would probably get Tommy involved because she needs somewhere safe to sleep till she's comfortable and Tommy would have someone his size to play and talk with. (Plus I just think it would be really sweet for Tommy to get a hug from someone big like him since he's a touch starved danger noodle)
Anyways.... THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT!!!!!!!! Have these and how are you btw?🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭
OMG YESSSS!
I also like the idea that this is a little later in the au. If you don’t mind my own spin lol.
Like Tommy is finally fully integrated into the village and everyone is comfortable around him. He’s probably 16/ 17 now and Wilbur is 24/25.
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Wilbur and Tommy are out doing one of their routine hide and chase hunts when Wilbur hears quiet sniffles coming from behind a large bush.
Wilbur is first a little skeptical because Tommy has been known to play pretend hurt to get Wilbur to come to him instead of keeping up the chase.
He called out Tommy’s name in aggravation saying Tommy was to old for this trick, but he was surprised that instead of snickering he was met with complete silence.
Wilbur pushed through the bush and his heart leapt into his throat.
Instead of Tommy, he was met with black purple wings and a shorter tail. Small scaled hands with short talons covered a fearful face, only leaving a head full of chocolate curls with two horns poking through.
Wilbur took a deep breath after accessing the situation. It was a little girl. Way younger than when he found Tommy, or well when Tommy found him.
Wilbur speaks out a soft hello, only for her to whip her head out of her hands to meet Wilbur’s gaze.
Wilbur’s core shook to his core as those dark slit eyes focused on him. He had to steady his nerves. He had done this once before he could do it again. Wilbur cleared his throat.
“Hello there…” It was soft and comforting. “Are you lost Sweetheart?”
The dragon looked at Wilbur with fearful confusion, as if Wilbur wasn’t what she was expecting. But as her eyes lingered on him they seemed to round out in wonder. She had never met anyone like this before.
“My name’s Wilbur, what’s yours?” The dragon stayed frozen awhile longer, seeming to take in all of Wilbur’s features, the little beast nodded to herself and dug in a small bag that was at her side. She pulled out a sheet of paper that was way larger than Wilbur , crumbled and stained.
The mouse backed up a bit so the Dragon could lay it out before him. There on the page what was Wilbur assumed to be her name in chalky purple crayon wax. Some of the letters backwards, some the right way round.
“Tallulah?” The dragon perked up and leaned closer to Wilbur. The mouse only a little nervous at her hovering. “Can you speak?”
The hatchling shook her head in the negative before opening her mouth. “ l-little…” It was quiet and broken, as if the girl wasn’t use to speaking at all. “That’s alright, but could you try to tell me why you’re out here by yourself?” Tallulah opened her mouth but it slammed shut once more. Her eyes narrowed back into slits and she seemed to look beyond where Wilbur stood. Wilbur swallowed nervously.
Wilbur suddenly felt the grounds familiar trembles, and a nervous Tommy called out for him in the distance.
It’s just Tommy. Wilbur thought in relief, but before he could comfort the girl he found himself wrapped in a strong grip and a finger over his mouth. The mouse’s heart thudded against his chest.
Tallulah had snatched Wilbur off the ground and crawled in between a little pocket in the cliff wall that was behind it. It was almost perfectly crafted for the dragon’s size. No one larger would be able to fit through.
“Tallulah.” Wilbur was trying to be stern , but his voice trembled from the unexpected grabbing. “Tallulah, please put me down.” The dragon only held him closer to her chest, a long and quiet shhhhhhh coming out of her lips. “Hunters…” That one word held such fear, the girl didn’t even seem to be focused on him. Her mind somewhere else, but one of her small clawed digits kept petting Wilbur’s hair over and over again.
“It’s gonna be alright sweetheart. That just my brother.” But the Dragon didn’t seem to listen, she just softly rocked back and forth . Rhythmically running her finger over Wilbur’s hair.
Before Wilbur could say other word, a twig snapped outside breaking the girl’s since of comfort.
“Wilbur? Are you in there?”
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But AHHHHH I love this idea so much. The hurt comfort and more found family is everything.
But basically Tallulah using Wilbur as a teddy bear
I feel like after she get to know her uncle Tommy more she calms down, but that first night she was very fearful.
Wilbur will manage to lure her out of the cave and Tommy awkwardly tries to introduce himself. The bring Tallulah to one of Tommy’s old dens and Wilbur and Tommy take turns watching her and taking care of her before Tallulah says she comfortable enough to meet Phil and Techno, and then eventually the others
But yes just Wilbur and Tommy being the worst at keeping a secret that they are caring for a literal child.
(Pls pls pls let me know if you have anymore input!)
(Also I’m doing well! I have just been super busy with work and life, but glad to still be able to be on here❤️)
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beansthough · 5 months
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Snake Charmer Oneshot
{The Thrill of the Chase}
Tw/Cw: vore, mouthplay, fear, fear of death, angst, hurt/comfort.
All was calm in the forest… until it wasn’t. Branches and bushes snapped and rustled as a beast going top speed closed in on his prey. The prey in question weren’t being any more quiet. Tubbo let out a crazed laugh as he zipped through the air. Ranboo right behind him, a little out of breath. Staying as close to Tubbo as they could without losing the blurred form of the bee.
“Get back here!” Ranboo would swear he could feel the Naga’s hot breath on his back, the hint of delight in the snake’s voice made the bat’s adrenaline shoot through the roof. They flapped their wings with a newfound burst of energy.
The Naga let out a frustrated growl and Ranboo and Tubbo let out loud shrieks of amusement as a clawed hand swiped in between them in the air.
Tubbo zipped away, leaving Ranboo scrambling away from the claws that we’re closing in without a leader to follow. “Tubbo! You can’t just leave me!” Ranboo growled out angrily. The bee snickered and gave a wave of his hand. “Too slow Boo! This is about survival!” The worker bee then shot away. Ranboo huffed angrily, to distracted by the traitorous bee to notice the two clawed hands coming to cup him from behind.
His world was surrounded by darkness as warm flesh was pressed firmly around him. The bat couldn’t help but squirm around under the pressure. They let out an angry groan and the hands loosened around him. He winced as the bright sunlight entered his vision suddenly.
“Aww Ranboo, thought you could get away?” Tommy’s grin was sharp but his eyes softened as he saw Ranboo’s irritated expression.
The bat huffed and crossed their arms. Refusing to meet Tommy’s gaze. “I was so close this time! If only Tubbo wasn’t so selfish! But no he just has to keep his perfect record!”
“Here,” Tommy raised his hand away from himself. “Do you wanna try again?” Ranboo sighed and shook his head. “Nah, that be like cheating… but make sure you make Tubbo pay for it, okay? Even if you don’t catch him.” The bat smiled and stood up from his sitting position. “Besides I think this is the farthest I’ve gotten so far.”
“If you say so.” Tommy picked up Ranboo by the scruff and dangled him over is open maw. “And don’t worry, Tubbo’s gonna get what’s coming to him.” Tommy’s face formed a mischievous expression and Ranboo gave a nervous laugh. “Nothing too bad right?” The snake only gave a cheeky smile before plopping Ranboo down in the warm cavern that was him mouth, mindful of avoiding his fangs.
In just one gulp he sent his friend down to his storage. He purred happily at the feeling of the small weight in his gut.
“Don’t worry Ranboo, today’s the day I’ll finally catch him. I can feel it.”
Now time for some good old fashion revenge. Tubbo had gotten away one to many times, and Tommy had the perfect plan to bring his rain of tyranny to an end.
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Tubbo had landed on a branch to rest, breathing deep and heavy as he caught his breath. Ranboo’s Sacrifice always gave him a little chance to rest, felt a little bit go guilt for leaving his friend. He just had to make it back to the village and he was home free.
He had yet to lose a single match. Always flying away the last second. It was invigorating, it was daring, and it was honestly a little terrifying.
Sure Tubbo had been stored before, and heck! He had even willing crawled into Tommy’s mouth the first time they met.
But this was….
The chase made it like is was serious. Tubbo’s instincts wouldn’t comprehend that they were playing. His tiny bee body was screaming life or death. He had even accidentally stung Tommy one of the other times they had grabbed him out of the air.
He had gotten away, but with the price of Tommy being upset at him for a week. He had tried to down play it, but guilt ate away at his heart.
Besides, how was he supposed to tell one of his best friends that he was scared of him. Well he wasn’t really scared of him.
His instincts were.
When the 8ft behemoth would come charging out of the trees, his claws sharp, and teeth bared. It would sometimes shake Tubbo to his core, but it was also one of the most exciting sights that Tubbo could experience.
The thrill of the chase was almost addicting. The adrenaline rush made Tubbo feel on top of the world, but then he would forget that it was just a game.
Then it was about survival.
But he could never tell Tommy about this. He couldn’t. The bee remembered every hurt look when the other villagers would whisper and give nervous glances. He remembered the tears that trailed down after the Naga had confided in Tubbo of some of the remarks that were being said about him.
He couldn’t do that to Tommy.
So here he was, sprinting as fast as he could towards the village. As long as Tommy didn’t catch him, he could avoid his problems. For now he could enjoy the chase.
A sharp cry suddenly called out from the forest, freezing Tubbo in his tracks. That was Tommy…
It sounded like he was hurt.
The bee burst into action, going to the aid of his friend. What if he was in trouble? Was Ranboo alright? Were there hunters?
Another cry of pain and Tommy calling out Tubbo’s name. He had to be hurt.
“Tommy where are you?!” He flung leaves out of his path as he flew frantically through the trees, desperately searching for a sign of either of his friends.
“Tubbo, I’m here!”
There. He had pinpointed the sound.
Tubbo barreled out of the tree line and into a dark cramped clearing. The forest was so dense that no sunlight dared to enter this part of the wood. He hovered in center, confused by the sudden lack of calls for help. Now that he had time to process their was a lack of any sound at all.
A deep routed fear, something primal, buzzed around in his gut. Something was off.
“Tommy?” Tubbo barely managed to peep out. Like the darkness that choked out the light, he found his own voice was consumed by the fear of the dark and all that lurked within it.
Nothing replied.
Tubbo took a shaky breath. He closed his eyes tightly, wishing all of this to be some kind of messed up dream. Maybe he flew smack into a branch while running from Tommy, and he was actually currently passed out in the medical clinic.
He peaked through the slits of his eyes. A red glow illuminated the outside of his small quivering form in the darkness, like a sick twisted version of a silver lining.
Even more confusion filled Tubbo’s mind before a low and sinister hiss shook him to his very core. His stomach dropped all the way down to the forest floor below.
He turned his body as fast as he dared. Every second felt like hours as he finally spun around to reveal the horror that lurked in the dark.
White fangs glinted red as the eerie glow from slit eyes reflected off of the wet surface. The eyes were squinted in delight, like they found a dark satisfaction in seeing their prey cornered.
“Found you.”
Tubbo couldn’t even scream.
The white jaws parted in less than a second, far wider than they needed to. The beast lunged forwards and all the bee could do was stare helplessly at his fate.
Tubbo shrieked as warm wet walls pressed down on him on every side. The pressure increased slightly before it released its hold.
He laid disoriented in a jumbled mess. His wings laid heavy with saliva. There was no chance to fly.
His breathing increased to panicky little breaths, he struggled to stand, then instead tried to crawl to the open of where he entered.
The floor underneath him lifted once more, but instead of being pushed to the roof of the mouth, Tubbo found himself laid upon a hard pointed surface.
Tubbo gasped as he realized he was laid between the beasts sharp teeth. He desperately tried to move out of the way, but the snakes forked tongue kept him in place.
A yelp of terror left his mouth as the jaw beneath him raised to meet the teeth above.
Instead of being crushed or pierced by the sharp bones, he was simply squeezed between them, roughly, but not enough to do any real damage.
A warning then, to show what this monster was truly capable of.
Tubbo struggle to get out of the beast unclenching hold, even trying to sting, but missing anything he could actually pierce.
Exhausted from his struggling he laid limp between the beds of teeth. A amused chuckle bellowed form the depths of the beast.
It was laughing at his misery…
That would usually make Tubbo angry. He couldn’t take anyone mocking him or his work, one wrong word and he would let his anger consume him.
Now he felt hollow despair, trapped and unable to fight.
He didn’t even realize that tears were pouring down his face until a harsh broken sob left his mouth.
The world went still and another sob made itself known.
The pressure around him released immediately.
The bee was met in the outside world once more. This time in a much more well lit area. The cool breeze made his wings shiver subconsciously, his small frame layered in spit.
Sobs now poured out of his mouth, he didn’t register the naga worriedly asking if he was alright or if he was hurt. His also didn’t notice the seemingly one sided conversation that the snake was having with himself.
The bee just curled up into a ball and let the tears roll down his face.
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Tommy didn’t know what was wrong. At first he thought Tubbo was playing a trick, a flip on what he did to get the bee to be lured back to him.
But as Tubbo just lay there, eyes squeezed shut and no response except for the occasion choked sob, he realized that this definitely wasn’t an act.
He immediately asked for Ranboo’s aid, the small bat had been sitting concerned in the Naga’s stomach as he heard Tommy trying his best to comfort the bee.
Ranboo soon found himself traveling upwards and suddenly outside on Tommy’s other palm. He was immediately brought to a crumpled up Tubbo.
The bee shrunk into himself as Ranboo approached. The bat put a hand on his shoulder and Tubbo whimpered. Tommy let out a nervous hiss and lowered the pair to the ground.
Ranboo pulled the bee into a one way hug as the insect laid limp in his hold.
Tommy seemed to shrink back as well, trying his best to blend into the forest around him as guilt and confusion filled his mind.
He had stored Tubbo countless times before and the bee always seemed thrilled about the notion, but now Tommy was unsure.
Was Tubbo actually always afraid of him?
Or did he actually hurt the bee and didn’t realize it?
He though he was being gentle, he had only put him between his teeth to tease, and they had roughhoused like that before…
But what if he was actually to ruff this time?
Would Tubbo hate him for it?
Tommy’s panicked thinking was interrupted by a quiet “oh gods…” and two small coughs that followed.
His eyes focused back on the pair on the ground. Ranboo rubbing small circles on Tubbo’s back as the bee seemed to find himself again.
Then Tommy’s hurt eyes met Tubbo’s own.
Tommy went to speak, but before he could the bee beat him to it.
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Tubbo finally came back to himself with the rhythmic circling on his back and the soft whispered words in his ears.
That was Ranboo… they were alright, and so was he?
Confusion clouded his mind, the last thing he remembered was looking for Tommy and then he was ambushed by…..
He was ambushed by….
“Oh gods….” He choked on this own words, his voice sore from crying.
This is exactly why he would never let Tommy catch him.
His instincts took over and he lost it…
And now Tommy knew that a part of Tubbo was still scared of him.
He could already see the hurt on the Naga’s face, and it made Tubbo’s throat burn with sorrow.
The naga opened his mouth, but Tubbo quickly cut his off.
“I’m sorry!” That seemed to Surprise the snake as well at the Bat next to him.
“Are you injured?” Ranboo ignored the outbursted apology, and looked on in bewilderment and concern.
Tubbo shook his head, “I’m fine.” He said with a sigh.
He turned back to Tommy and stood to his feet.
The snake finally found his words.
“No, I’m sorry! I took it way too far.. I should’nt have tricked you like that. I’m sorry I scared you” Tommy adverted his game from Tubbo’s hold.
“I’m not scared of you Tommy!” Tubbo groaned. “We’ll maybe a little sometimes, but only subconsciously!” That didn’t seem to help much. Tubbo huffed.
“I didn’t want you to find out like this… I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t build up the courage. Or it was my pride that was in the way.”
“Tubbo if your uncomfortable being around me, I get it. I mean I know how some of the other villagers-”
“ACK!” The bee cut him off. “Tommy I’m not uncomfortable and I’m definitely not like those other jerks at the village. I just-”
Tommy looked at Tubbo with uncertainty, it made the Bee ache.
“I just get to caught up in the chase… my instincts take over and I forget that well… that it’s you that’s chasing me…”
“Oh…” Tommy muttered out. Ranboo stood up from Tubbo’s side and dusted off his knees.
“We’ll the good thing is that we know now.” Ranboo stated. “We just need to learn to talk things out.”
The snake and the bee nodded. “Everyone struggles with instincts every now and again. But we can help make the struggle better by accommodating to them and avoiding certain triggers.” The bat continued.
“So now we know to talk about what we’re struggling with to the whole group, before it gets to us.” Tubbo looked embarrassed and Tommy awkward. Ranboo let out an amused laugh.
Tommy finally slithered his way back to the group and lowered his plan back to the ground. Tubbo crawled on without hesitation. “Tubbo, I just want you to know that if you need to tell me something, even if it might hurt my feelings, tell me.” Tommy deadpanned and the bee gave a nervous laugh.
“Sorry Toms…” Tubbo buzzed an apology. He shook off his wings and buzzed to Tommy’s head, bumping his own to Tommy’s.
“Y’know Wilbur was scared around me too at first.” Tommy leaned a little more against the small bee, like a cat seeking affection.
“Really?!” Tubbo exclaimed. “Did you make him cry?” The Bee smirked.
“What do you think?” Tommy grinned and Tubbo let out a mischievous laugh. “Oh, I’m never gonna let him live this down!” He Cackled.
“Oh yeah? What about you then Bee Boy?” Tommy questioned . “I’m sure Techno and Wilbur would love to hear about how you being to competitive led to your own downfall.” The Naga teased.
“You wouldn’t!” Tubbo exclaimed face growing red.
Tommy gave a sly smile. “Maybe I would.”
Ranboo let out a disappointed sigh as the pair began to bicker and race back to the village, all that had happened already pushed behind them.
Ranboo grabbed hold of Tommy’s golden locks and enjoyed the ride as Tubbo chased behind them.
They’d be having a serious talk about this later, and unlike Tommy, Ranboo most definitely would be telling the Naga’s older brothers what had occurred.
If anything it would help the group to come up with healthy solutions to their problems with instincts, especially with some older experienced adults.
It also wouldn’t hurt to let them know about how to help their little brother and friends.
But for now Ranboo just took a deep breath and laughed alongside his friends. Relishing in their unusual bond of friendship, no matter what problems they faced, the world couldn’t seem to keep them apart.
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beansthough · 6 months
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Beans.....
How is it, that every time I'm re-reading your fics, YOU END UP POSTING A BRAND NEW ONE LIKE STRAIGHT AFTER I READ IT?!?!?
HOW!? HOW DID YOU DO THAT!!??!?! I'M NOT EVEN JOKING WHEN I SAY I WAS JUST READIN THE SNAKE CHARMER AU AND THEN I REFRESH MY PAGE AND THERES A ONE SHOT!
HOW!?!?!?!?
(I'm now gonna go read that one shot)
You’re just lucky<3 fate just knows and brings you to my page when it’s time<3
Also I hope you enjoy it!
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beansthough · 6 months
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Snake Charmer Oneshot
{The Thrill of the Chase}
Tw/Cw: vore, mouthplay, fear, fear of death, angst, hurt/comfort.
All was calm in the forest… until it wasn’t. Branches and bushes snapped and rustled as a beast going top speed closed in on his prey. The prey in question weren’t being any more quiet. Tubbo let out a crazed laugh as he zipped through the air. Ranboo right behind him, a little out of breath. Staying as close to Tubbo as they could without losing the blurred form of the bee.
“Get back here!” Ranboo would swear he could feel the Naga’s hot breath on his back, the hint of delight in the snake’s voice made the bat’s adrenaline shoot through the roof. They flapped their wings with a newfound burst of energy.
The Naga let out a frustrated growl and Ranboo and Tubbo let out loud shrieks of amusement as a clawed hand swiped in between them in the air.
Tubbo zipped away, leaving Ranboo scrambling away from the claws that we’re closing in without a leader to follow. “Tubbo! You can’t just leave me!” Ranboo growled out angrily. The bee snickered and gave a wave of his hand. “Too slow Boo! This is about survival!” The worker bee then shot away. Ranboo huffed angrily, to distracted by the traitorous bee to notice the two clawed hands coming to cup him from behind.
His world was surrounded by darkness as warm flesh was pressed firmly around him. The bat couldn’t help but squirm around under the pressure. They let out an angry groan and the hands loosened around him. He winced as the bright sunlight entered his vision suddenly.
“Aww Ranboo, thought you could get away?” Tommy’s grin was sharp but his eyes softened as he saw Ranboo’s irritated expression.
The bat huffed and crossed their arms. Refusing to meet Tommy’s gaze. “I was so close this time! If only Tubbo wasn’t so selfish! But no he just has to keep his perfect record!”
“Here,” Tommy raised his hand away from himself. “Do you wanna try again?” Ranboo sighed and shook his head. “Nah, that be like cheating… but make sure you make Tubbo pay for it, okay? Even if you don’t catch him.” The bat smiled and stood up from his sitting position. “Besides I think this is the farthest I’ve gotten so far.”
“If you say so.” Tommy picked up Ranboo by the scruff and dangled him over is open maw. “And don’t worry, Tubbo’s gonna get what’s coming to him.” Tommy’s face formed a mischievous expression and Ranboo gave a nervous laugh. “Nothing too bad right?” The snake only gave a cheeky smile before plopping Ranboo down in the warm cavern that was him mouth, mindful of avoiding his fangs.
In just one gulp he sent his friend down to his storage. He purred happily at the feeling of the small weight in his gut.
“Don’t worry Ranboo, today’s the day I’ll finally catch him. I can feel it.”
Now time for some good old fashion revenge. Tubbo had gotten away one to many times, and Tommy had the perfect plan to bring his rain of tyranny to an end.
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Tubbo had landed on a branch to rest, breathing deep and heavy as he caught his breath. Ranboo’s Sacrifice always gave him a little chance to rest, felt a little bit go guilt for leaving his friend. He just had to make it back to the village and he was home free.
He had yet to lose a single match. Always flying away the last second. It was invigorating, it was daring, and it was honestly a little terrifying.
Sure Tubbo had been stored before, and heck! He had even willing crawled into Tommy’s mouth the first time they met.
But this was….
The chase made it like is was serious. Tubbo’s instincts wouldn’t comprehend that they were playing. His tiny bee body was screaming life or death. He had even accidentally stung Tommy one of the other times they had grabbed him out of the air.
He had gotten away, but with the price of Tommy being upset at him for a week. He had tried to down play it, but guilt ate away at his heart.
Besides, how was he supposed to tell one of his best friends that he was scared of him. Well he wasn’t really scared of him.
His instincts were.
When the 8ft behemoth would come charging out of the trees, his claws sharp, and teeth bared. It would sometimes shake Tubbo to his core, but it was also one of the most exciting sights that Tubbo could experience.
The thrill of the chase was almost addicting. The adrenaline rush made Tubbo feel on top of the world, but then he would forget that it was just a game.
Then it was about survival.
But he could never tell Tommy about this. He couldn’t. The bee remembered every hurt look when the other villagers would whisper and give nervous glances. He remembered the tears that trailed down after the Naga had confided in Tubbo of some of the remarks that were being said about him.
He couldn’t do that to Tommy.
So here he was, sprinting as fast as he could towards the village. As long as Tommy didn’t catch him, he could avoid his problems. For now he could enjoy the chase.
A sharp cry suddenly called out from the forest, freezing Tubbo in his tracks. That was Tommy…
It sounded like he was hurt.
The bee burst into action, going to the aid of his friend. What if he was in trouble? Was Ranboo alright? Were there hunters?
Another cry of pain and Tommy calling out Tubbo’s name. He had to be hurt.
“Tommy where are you?!” He flung leaves out of his path as he flew frantically through the trees, desperately searching for a sign of either of his friends.
“Tubbo, I’m here!”
There. He had pinpointed the sound.
Tubbo barreled out of the tree line and into a dark cramped clearing. The forest was so dense that no sunlight dared to enter this part of the wood. He hovered in center, confused by the sudden lack of calls for help. Now that he had time to process their was a lack of any sound at all.
A deep routed fear, something primal, buzzed around in his gut. Something was off.
“Tommy?” Tubbo barely managed to peep out. Like the darkness that choked out the light, he found his own voice was consumed by the fear of the dark and all that lurked within it.
Nothing replied.
Tubbo took a shaky breath. He closed his eyes tightly, wishing all of this to be some kind of messed up dream. Maybe he flew smack into a branch while running from Tommy, and he was actually currently passed out in the medical clinic.
He peaked through the slits of his eyes. A red glow illuminated the outside of his small quivering form in the darkness, like a sick twisted version of a silver lining.
Even more confusion filled Tubbo’s mind before a low and sinister hiss shook him to his very core. His stomach dropped all the way down to the forest floor below.
He turned his body as fast as he dared. Every second felt like hours as he finally spun around to reveal the horror that lurked in the dark.
White fangs glinted red as the eerie glow from slit eyes reflected off of the wet surface. The eyes were squinted in delight, like they found a dark satisfaction in seeing their prey cornered.
“Found you.”
Tubbo couldn’t even scream.
The white jaws parted in less than a second, far wider than they needed to. The beast lunged forwards and all the bee could do was stare helplessly at his fate.
Tubbo shrieked as warm wet walls pressed down on him on every side. The pressure increased slightly before it released its hold.
He laid disoriented in a jumbled mess. His wings laid heavy with saliva. There was no chance to fly.
His breathing increased to panicky little breaths, he struggled to stand, then instead tried to crawl to the open of where he entered.
The floor underneath him lifted once more, but instead of being pushed to the roof of the mouth, Tubbo found himself laid upon a hard pointed surface.
Tubbo gasped as he realized he was laid between the beasts sharp teeth. He desperately tried to move out of the way, but the snakes forked tongue kept him in place.
A yelp of terror left his mouth as the jaw beneath him raised to meet the teeth above.
Instead of being crushed or pierced by the sharp bones, he was simply squeezed between them, roughly, but not enough to do any real damage.
A warning then, to show what this monster was truly capable of.
Tubbo struggle to get out of the beast unclenching hold, even trying to sting, but missing anything he could actually pierce.
Exhausted from his struggling he laid limp between the beds of teeth. A amused chuckle bellowed form the depths of the beast.
It was laughing at his misery…
That would usually make Tubbo angry. He couldn’t take anyone mocking him or his work, one wrong word and he would let his anger consume him.
Now he felt hollow despair, trapped and unable to fight.
He didn’t even realize that tears were pouring down his face until a harsh broken sob left his mouth.
The world went still and another sob made itself known.
The pressure around him released immediately.
The bee was met in the outside world once more. This time in a much more well lit area. The cool breeze made his wings shiver subconsciously, his small frame layered in spit.
Sobs now poured out of his mouth, he didn’t register the naga worriedly asking if he was alright or if he was hurt. His also didn’t notice the seemingly one sided conversation that the snake was having with himself.
The bee just curled up into a ball and let the tears roll down his face.
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Tommy didn’t know what was wrong. At first he thought Tubbo was playing a trick, a flip on what he did to get the bee to be lured back to him.
But as Tubbo just lay there, eyes squeezed shut and no response except for the occasion choked sob, he realized that this definitely wasn’t an act.
He immediately asked for Ranboo’s aid, the small bat had been sitting concerned in the Naga’s stomach as he heard Tommy trying his best to comfort the bee.
Ranboo soon found himself traveling upwards and suddenly outside on Tommy’s other palm. He was immediately brought to a crumpled up Tubbo.
The bee shrunk into himself as Ranboo approached. The bat put a hand on his shoulder and Tubbo whimpered. Tommy let out a nervous hiss and lowered the pair to the ground.
Ranboo pulled the bee into a one way hug as the insect laid limp in his hold.
Tommy seemed to shrink back as well, trying his best to blend into the forest around him as guilt and confusion filled his mind.
He had stored Tubbo countless times before and the bee always seemed thrilled about the notion, but now Tommy was unsure.
Was Tubbo actually always afraid of him?
Or did he actually hurt the bee and didn’t realize it?
He though he was being gentle, he had only put him between his teeth to tease, and they had roughhoused like that before…
But what if he was actually to ruff this time?
Would Tubbo hate him for it?
Tommy’s panicked thinking was interrupted by a quiet “oh gods…” and two small coughs that followed.
His eyes focused back on the pair on the ground. Ranboo rubbing small circles on Tubbo’s back as the bee seemed to find himself again.
Then Tommy’s hurt eyes met Tubbo’s own.
Tommy went to speak, but before he could the bee beat him to it.
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Tubbo finally came back to himself with the rhythmic circling on his back and the soft whispered words in his ears.
That was Ranboo… they were alright, and so was he?
Confusion clouded his mind, the last thing he remembered was looking for Tommy and then he was ambushed by…..
He was ambushed by….
“Oh gods….” He choked on this own words, his voice sore from crying.
This is exactly why he would never let Tommy catch him.
His instincts took over and he lost it…
And now Tommy knew that a part of Tubbo was still scared of him.
He could already see the hurt on the Naga’s face, and it made Tubbo’s throat burn with sorrow.
The naga opened his mouth, but Tubbo quickly cut his off.
“I’m sorry!” That seemed to Surprise the snake as well at the Bat next to him.
“Are you injured?” Ranboo ignored the outbursted apology, and looked on in bewilderment and concern.
Tubbo shook his head, “I’m fine.” He said with a sigh.
He turned back to Tommy and stood to his feet.
The snake finally found his words.
“No, I’m sorry! I took it way too far.. I should’nt have tricked you like that. I’m sorry I scared you” Tommy adverted his game from Tubbo’s hold.
“I’m not scared of you Tommy!” Tubbo groaned. “We’ll maybe a little sometimes, but only subconsciously!” That didn’t seem to help much. Tubbo huffed.
“I didn’t want you to find out like this… I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t build up the courage. Or it was my pride that was in the way.”
“Tubbo if your uncomfortable being around me, I get it. I mean I know how some of the other villagers-”
“ACK!” The bee cut him off. “Tommy I’m not uncomfortable and I’m definitely not like those other jerks at the village. I just-”
Tommy looked at Tubbo with uncertainty, it made the Bee ache.
“I just get to caught up in the chase… my instincts take over and I forget that well… that it’s you that’s chasing me…”
“Oh…” Tommy muttered out. Ranboo stood up from Tubbo’s side and dusted off his knees.
“We’ll the good thing is that we know now.” Ranboo stated. “We just need to learn to talk things out.”
The snake and the bee nodded. “Everyone struggles with instincts every now and again. But we can help make the struggle better by accommodating to them and avoiding certain triggers.” The bat continued.
“So now we know to talk about what we’re struggling with to the whole group, before it gets to us.” Tubbo looked embarrassed and Tommy awkward. Ranboo let out an amused laugh.
Tommy finally slithered his way back to the group and lowered his plan back to the ground. Tubbo crawled on without hesitation. “Tubbo, I just want you to know that if you need to tell me something, even if it might hurt my feelings, tell me.” Tommy deadpanned and the bee gave a nervous laugh.
“Sorry Toms…” Tubbo buzzed an apology. He shook off his wings and buzzed to Tommy’s head, bumping his own to Tommy’s.
“Y’know Wilbur was scared around me too at first.” Tommy leaned a little more against the small bee, like a cat seeking affection.
“Really?!” Tubbo exclaimed. “Did you make him cry?” The Bee smirked.
“What do you think?” Tommy grinned and Tubbo let out a mischievous laugh. “Oh, I’m never gonna let him live this down!” He Cackled.
“Oh yeah? What about you then Bee Boy?” Tommy questioned . “I’m sure Techno and Wilbur would love to hear about how you being to competitive led to your own downfall.” The Naga teased.
“You wouldn’t!” Tubbo exclaimed face growing red.
Tommy gave a sly smile. “Maybe I would.”
Ranboo let out a disappointed sigh as the pair began to bicker and race back to the village, all that had happened already pushed behind them.
Ranboo grabbed hold of Tommy’s golden locks and enjoyed the ride as Tubbo chased behind them.
They’d be having a serious talk about this later, and unlike Tommy, Ranboo most definitely would be telling the Naga’s older brothers what had occurred.
If anything it would help the group to come up with healthy solutions to their problems with instincts, especially with some older experienced adults.
It also wouldn’t hurt to let them know about how to help their little brother and friends.
But for now Ranboo just took a deep breath and laughed alongside his friends. Relishing in their unusual bond of friendship, no matter what problems they faced, the world couldn’t seem to keep them apart.
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beansthough · 6 months
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Another sneak peak for y’all! Sorry it’s taking longer than I thought, but it should be ready soon<3
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beansthough · 6 months
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I love them<3
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Prismo and Scarab sketches but they progressively get worse
(I haven’t watched the show but my pal rambled about them to make me fall in love and now I’m getting brainrot so take my sketchies <3)
Once more experimenting with style— these two are so fun to draw~
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beansthough · 7 months
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I’m still alive guys! Here’s proof!
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beansthough · 8 months
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GET LOAFED!!!!!!! AHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
❤️❤️❤️
I will happily get loafed hehehehehe
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beansthough · 8 months
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are we going to get another part of snake charmer, or has our beloved series come to an end? <3
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Hello my beloveds<3
Time for a much needed Update.
It’s been awhile! I’m so sorry about the unexpected hiatus, but I’ve had some unexpected life changes in the past few months that weren’t really planned.</3
I had to take a step back from fic writing to focus on the real life stuff and get it situated. I unexpectedly lost my job do to the company I work for closing our business down suddenly without an explanation, so I was frantically looking for a new job these past months.
I finally found a steady job in a salon, but I had to take a full time position to get it so I have less free time nowadays. I’ve finally started to settle into my new job and figure out my schedule so hopefully I can begin to make content again.
Now that I’ve gotten all of the really stressful stuff out of the way and can get back to y’all. So now to answer the asks!
1. Yes I have a oneshot in the works of Benchtrio noms in Snake Charmer.
2. The main story for Snakecharmer is over, but I still plan to make content for it.<3 maybe even a few comics
Thank you all for being patient with me over these past months<3 My content is definitely going to take longer to put out, but fear not I have no left y’all just yet<3
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beansthough · 9 months
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Maybe I'm the Monster.
Set after the court trial for Juana Flippa's life. Juana Flippa is brought back to life, but Charlie is still paranoid. In an attempt to make sure he can protect her, he calls an old friend.
CONTENT WARNING: Rituals, Dealing with the Devil
WORD COUNT: 2,251 words
“The monster's gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl.”
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This wasn’t paranoia. It was far from it.
If anything, this was just a parent making sure mistakes— misclicks— don’t happen again, Slime justified. This was right.
On the large branch growing out from his balcony, an ashy finger traced the bark and formed a circle. Slime drew a symbol in the middle of the circle, holding a candle in his other hand to even make out whatever he was smearing on the wood. It was the dead of night, everyone on the island has gone to bed after doing another day of completing tasks for the eggs.
JuanaFlippa wasn’t home. After that entire court fiasco, Mariana at least had the effort to be there for his daughter more frequently than before- even if all it took was a case of murder. Mariana took Flippa back to his own home, and Charlie went back to Sacapuntas. He’d been invited to join them in telling Juana a bedtime story and a lullaby, even being offered to sleep right next to Mariana but he declined.
Flippa’s death terrified him to his core. The moment his anger subsided after watching her death unfold in a recording, it was quiet. So horribly quiet. He kept checking the list of tasks they had to accomplish and sat quietly in her room, waiting for her to pop out somewhere like it was a horribly late April Fools’ Prank, but she never came and the tasks were left unchecked for days.
But thanks to that court case he bargained for, she has her life back, and Charlie will make sure this would never happen again.
Slime carefully lit candles and gently placed them down on the border of the circle. This could’ve been a fire hazard, putting down candles right on top of a flammable structure, but most of his home was still blown up anyway so more damage wasn’t that big of a problem. “You better show up.” He stepped away from the circle and stretched an arm, holding his hand right above the center. A sharp knife slid across his palm in a swift motion, and slowly blood dripped down.
The thick liquid seeped into the ash and the poorly drawn summoning circle started shifting to a dark red hue, faintly glowing. The candles’ flames waved wildly in different directions, not following the gentle breeze of the night. Then, all together the candles were hushed and the faint glow slowly died.
Slime frowned. It didn’t work. He did everything right and it didn’t work.
Like an explosion, the flames erupted once more. Aggressive, unnatural, and way bigger than the standard flare. The red glow turned brighter until it all calmed down. Standing in the middle of the circle stood an imposing figure.
“Hello, my friend!” Pitch-black eyes shined with glee. A tall bear demon with red fur finally showed himself after a dramatic entrance. “So good to see you, how have you been?”
“Flippa almost died.” Charlie went straight to the point, staring directly into those void eyes. Afraid that if he blinked, he’d lose dominance over the ruler of Hell. “I need- She needs something more to protect her.”
“More? But doesn’t she have a gun?”
“Does she- Do you see the monsters out there?! They weirdly have stronger armor than most of us on the island do. I need something… something more!”
“More?” The demon asked.
“More. Something bigger, something stronger. Please, I’ll do anything.” Slime begged.
Rubius rubbed his hand against his chin in deep thought. Charlie kept his hands clasped together. He knows he's asking for too much, first, it was a weapon for his daughter, then a court case to bring her back to life, now, he's asking for something more.
Could you blame him? Flippa is the first ever egg to perish, it instilled fear in every parent that their children were very much capable of dying. Even worse, she dies at the hands of his partner. It didn't even matter that the dragon might come back and reign hell on him and Mariana, what mattered was his baby was gone.
A single mistake and his beautiful daughter died in her sleep.
Slime won't let that happen again, ever.
“Okay, I think I know something that can help you—”
“Yes- yes! Anything, man. I'll take anything and everything you can give.”
There was a look of annoyance in Rubius' eyes, and Charlie should've known to apologize for cutting him off.
The demon held his hand out, and Charlie gladly took it.
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It was the next morning. JuanaFlippa munched on the sandwich that Papa Mariana packed for her.
Papa guided her back home to La Ciudad del Sacapuntas but stopped a decent distance away from Papa Charlie’s blown-up house. It seemed despite beginning to get along after the trial for her life, there was still a long road ahead of them before they return to that stage of disgusting romance where they brag about every romantic thing they do to each other to everyone (and she means everything).
Papa kissed her forehead goodbye and she excitedly ran to the broken part of the wall. Flippa wasn’t sure if Papa Charlie continued to sleep in his place when it was still a very long time until it could be fully restored to its normal condition, she hoped he was sleeping somewhere safe and warm. Perhaps she could ask Leo if her dad could rebuild the house. Then again, Uncle Foolish tends to charge quite a lot, and she’s heard building makes him a bit crazy…
Both of her papas agreed that Flippa cannot stay in her room for a while until everything is fixed. The ashes and fumes she might inhale are highly dangerous, she may have been brought back to life, but her life was still as fragile as it was before.
Flippa waited patiently, staring up at her papa’s elevated home and expecting him to greet her with a loud smile and a healthy lunch pack in his hand. She knew out of the two of them, papa Mariana was the better cook, but Papa Charlie genuinely does try his best to make stuff she likes. He makes a lot of avocado toast, which is what he is mostly capable of cooking, but she doesn’t mind, it’s her favourite after all.
She coughed slightly, her hand beginning to cover her nose and her mouth to shield it from the floating dust. This is bad… Papa always warned her to wear a face mask whenever she was going to enter and leave Sacapuntas. There were times when she didn't listen to his lectures and felt fine, yet it was beginning to be a bit more dusty than usual.
Was this normal?
Flippa stumbled backward as she tried to evade the forming clouds. She almost tripped but still attempted to hold herself upright.
That's when she felt it.
Steady, rhythmic rumbles of the ground. Shaky hands pulled out a gun with a red bow tied on top, matching with her best friend who had a smaller green ribbon used to tie her braids on their gun as well. She remained the brave, little girl her fathers raised her to be. She'd just have to wait until Papa Charlie comes down to protect her (though she remembers times when she had to help him instead, shooting down monsters and helping him up when he's fallen).
A giant hand gripped the side of the wall, and another slammed to the ground. She almost screamed in terror, if not for the fact that air caught in her throat and she began coughing once more. Flippa closed her eyes in fear of the big monster in front of her, wrapping her arms around herself to calm her fearful quivers.
“Oh- Flippa! Are you okay?”
It’s her papa. He’s here to stop the scary sounds, the scary rumbles, the scary giant. Flippa shakingly reached for him, who sounded so close yet so far. “Are you hurt? Sorry, papa went through some… changes.”
She realized the rumbling she had sensed earlier had stopped, and the giant’s presence still loomed, but how? Papa got rid of the monster, it sounded like he was right above her! Flippa opened her eyes, breath quickening as she immediately noticed the large hand still on the ground. She looked up and met eyes with her papa Charlie.
Papa smiled, that same smile he reserved specifically for her, the smile that soothed her troubles and made her feel safe from any scary monsters under her bed… but it was wrong. “Good morning, Flippa.”
While she knew her papa wasn’t completely human, he wasn’t… part giant or monster at all. No, it was wrong. She knew her papa. She knew he didn’t have black, protruding horns, ones that resembled the demon that she met during the afterlife. He didn’t have sharp teeth either, his teeth were strong enough to rip into a zombie’s flesh but it didn’t look like a large knife that could easily chew and gobble her up. He just.. looked wrong. The giant may share the same face, the same voice, the same smile as her papa, but he’s not her papa. No. Not her papa.
“Papa…” Flippa quietly called out for her papa, her real one.
The monster’s pointy ears twitched, another trait she knows he doesn’t have, and he replied like how her papa would. Same tone and all. She wouldn’t be fooled, she knew it was a trick. “Yeah? What do you need, Flippa?”
“Papa…” She whined, calling out again. She could feel her fear reach her eyes, and tears began to well up. Her voice was breaking as she backed away. “Papa..”
Flippa could see the monster twist his face in concern, piecing together something in his head. Whatever he was piecing together, she doesn’t know. “Oh, Flippa..” The monster moved, and she almost screamed again, yet she couldn’t find it in her to do so. He lowered himself even more despite kneeling already, trying to be at eye level with her. It doesn’t work, he’s still so big. “I- I know Papa looks different, but it’s okay! It’s still me, see? I’m not gonna hurt you.” His hand was slow, maybe he did it on purpose to not scare her, but as it approached her and took more of her vision, it only raised her heartbeat even more.
“NO! Go-... GO AWAY!” She found her voice, and she yelled. The monster looked hurt, maybe it would be the same face Papa would make, she wouldn’t know, she’s never yelled at her papa before. She never will. Yelling at the monster seemed to work though, because he stopped his attempt at grabbing her.
“Flippa, don’t cry… It’s me, Charlie, your papa?-”
“NO! YOU’RE NOT MY PAPA!” Flippa cried out, clenching her fists and stomping stubbornly on the floor. “I want… I WANT MY PAPA!”
“Slime..?” Papa Mariana’s voice was quiet, so quiet. Yet they both heard it. Flippa immediately ran to his side, hugging his legs and sobbing quietly. Her tears stained his yellow pants, she felt her papa’s hand gently hold the top of her head.
“Slime, it’s- what happened to you, man?” Flippa tugged her papa’s shirt gently. No, that’s not Papa Charlie. Don’t speak to him, let’s go to my real papa. She wanted to speak, to warn him, but sobs and whining only came out of her throat. Mariana didn’t take it as a warning, wrapping an arm around Juana’s legs and lifting her up, she began to hide at the crook of his neck, arms wrapping over his shoulders.
“Mariana…” The monster whispered, sounding like he was pleading, trying to be sympathetic. Juana whined again, moving impatiently on her papa’s arm so he could pay attention to her. Quietly, she mumbled. “I want to go home…”
Mariana adjusted her position so she’d have less of a chance of falling as she moves around in his arms, he looked at her in the eyes. His face softened up, gently kissing her forehead. “Bien, te llevaré a casa ahora mismo.” He softly spoke, wiping away the stains of tears on her face.
Somehow, the monster heard them. “You- are you taking her home? Let me come along. With you, please.” He begged. There was a look of uncertainty in Mariana’s eyes, he looked at Juana again. She shook her head a little, gripping tightly on her papa’s shirt. At the corner of her eye, she could see a slight twist of expression. He probably saw her shake her head.
“Sorry, Slime. Let me take Juana home, okay? Let’s… Let’s talk about this later.”
Without another word, Mariana turned away and Juana rested her head on her papa’s shoulder. She was facing the giant again and she almost regretted saying no. The monster was looking at Mariana with a dejected expression, maybe even apologetic. She turned away, hiding beneath the crook of her papa’s neck again and pretending to fall asleep.
Charlie wanted to plead with Mariana, even plead for Flippa to just stay a bit longer, but he saw their fear. Flippa had never yelled at him before, always so soft-spoken and sweet, his daughter. Yet, she’s the one who turned and ran away in fright. He would never hurt her, or Mariana. They had to understand that, but he couldn’t force them here and make them listen to him, so he stayed where he was.
And just like that, Charlie was left alone.
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“Bien, te llevaré a casa ahora mismo.” ;; “Okay, I’ll take you home right now.” (Sorry if it's a mistranslation, I used Google translation. Please tell me if it's wrong so I can fix it!)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this a really long time ago, literally like, right after Juana Flippa was revived, I immediately pulled out my laptop and began writing 💀 I finished it during my hiatus, but I never found the courage to post it. To celebrate (not) Flippa's return, I decided to post this!! I hope you enjoyed reading it :) *disappears back into the shadowss*
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beansthough · 9 months
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You say you want prompts….
What if the giant who used to be quiet (maybe for not so good reasons) but came out of their shell with the help of their tiny has a short relapse where they completely don’t talk and the tiny is just there to help
Perhaps g!Ranboo with t!Tommy or t!Tubbo (or whoever I just want fluff—)
speedwriting on vacation? speedwriting on vacation.
i was gonna wait for you
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cw: swearing, panic, brief mutism (is that the right word? the internet gave me it), mention of (sfw) vore/mouthplay
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Ranboo is going to murder him.
Tommy stumbles against the lapping wind, which pushes at his cheeks and makes them like ice. Rain patters onto him, each drop like a bucket being dropped on his head.
Shivering, he pulls his coat around him, trying to act like it wasn’t already drenched. He stumbles again, adjusting his footing right before toppling over. A blurry light shines in the distance, through an array of trees with branches that clash loudly with one another. With each of his steps, above the sounds of the wind and pouring rain, there’s a faint clicking noise. Prior to going out into the belly of the storm, Tommy had been occupied shoveling handfuls of rocks into his pocket to assure he wouldn’t get swept into the night by the gale.
The tiny made his way through the clearing, the light of the house growing nearer at an agitating pace, and by the time he finds footing on the pathway to his hole in the wall, the rain has seemed to disperse a little. He scrunches his hair up and water seeps from it, the same as he pinches the fabric of his coat. 
For the most part, the house seemed sleepy enough. Maybe he could get to bed before Ranboo confronts him. He treks the path, his soaked and muddy shoes sliding along the floor and nearly having him fall over enough times for him to discard them at their third murder attempt at him. 
The rest of the way was quick, until he finally reached his nook. The lights were out, just as he had left them. He squints in the darkness, feeling his way through the area before collapsing on a makeshift couch. He sighs, pulling his coat off and tossing it to the side with a squelch. He cringes at it, then decides he should probably do something about the wet mess he could call himself. 
He gets off the couch and flicks his lights on, which flicker for a moment before lighting the space up in warm lighting while projecting star-shaped shadows on the wall. He grabs his jacket from the floor and hangs it up, positioning a portion of a towel, (courtesy of Ranboo), underneath it to collect the fallen raindrops. 
Doing the same with his shirt, he then hovers over a basket of clean and dry clothes. 
Tommy is mid-way through struggling on a makeshift hoodie before a soft sob carries through into the walls. 
He—not before adjusting the shirt on him—pauses, interest piquing at the sound. Ranboo?, his mind supplies, thoughts of the human’s reaction to his disappearance already filtering through his thoughts. At another sob, Tommy promptly replaces his pants and hurries down the hall to the opening in the kitchen. 
Stepping out onto the counter, it wasn't hard to spot Ranboo, curled up on his couch, staring blankly out onto the floor, shuddering occasionally as the post-cry hiccups settled in. 
Tommy’s seen that gaze before. 
Guilt bubbles in his gut, the feeling in him as he remembers seeing Ranboo look like that, quiet and still after events regarding another borrower they had scared off. Tommy had gone to talk them out of the demeanor and in the process befriended them, and now months down the line they stare at the floor the same way they had back then. It didn't take much for Tommy to recognize that the trance he’d put the human in traced back to none other than himself. 
He sighs, arms crossing instinctually as he begins to adjust to a plan. Water drips inaudibly from his soaked hair, tracing down his face and dripping down his bare arms, a small puddle forming at his feet before he takes off again, along the length of the counter, (While clambering through stray things on its surface), until he reaches the edge of it, then steps off to an installed plank for him to walk along, the thing narrow and uneven although plentifully useful. 
Tommy passes through Ranboo’s excuse of a dining area and then into the living room, silent as he can as to not disturb Ranboo into panicking further. The human’s head rests on the couch with their hands folded solemnly over the edge of the couch. 
While sturdily inching his way down the pathway, Tommy debates on calling out to his friend, his mouth opening and closing with ‘Ranboo!’ stuck on the tip of his tongue. 
He sucks it up and stops in his tracks momentarily, cupping his water-wrinkled hands over his mouth and yelling out a fond: “Ranboo! My guy!” 
Ranboo’s still for a moment, Tommy narrowing his eyes at the scene before opening them up again as he human shuffles up from the couch and looks around for the borrower. He waves, attracting their attention towards Tommy. Ranboo’s eyes soften instantly, though they make no move for their little friend. 
Tommy, not knowing what to do with such a distance recognition as Ranboo’s, fills the silence.
“Oh, man, Ranboo, that storm out there,” Tommy starts, groaning for emphasis while continuing down the path to the, (still half-frozen), human, “I fucking went across the clearing for acorns, they're in season and I figured …. uh, well, I didn't really have s plan, but then it became fucking dark as shit and only at sundown, so I filled my pockets with rocks so I wouldn't blow away, I—”
“Were you leaving me?” Ranboo says, cutting Tommy off purely in relief. His voice is quiet, nearly cracking had he spent any more time crying. 
“What?” Tommy asks, dumbfounded at the question. By now, he’s halfway across the floor of Ranboo’s floor; halfway to the couch. 
“You left, and I have to ask if it was because of me,” Ranboo repeats, more emphasis and his voice a little louder, though Tommy doubts any lift in Ranboo’s demeanor. 
Tommy shakes his head, knowing well Ranboo couldn't see it but perhaps as a reassurance to himself. 
“No, no! Dickhead do you really think I’d do that? Ranboo, I wouldn't have came back if I was leaving you,” Tommy says, scoffing half-heartedly before adding a swift: “which I wasn't.”
Ranboo hums, still making no move to welcome home the borrower, who stands below his outstretched hands awaiting any kind of movement. 
“Jack was a one time thing, he just got scared, like the ass he is,” Tommy continued on. He stands, folding his arms over his torso impatiently despite knowing he shouldn't be worried about the status of his stance. 
At the most, Tommy can barely reach the tip of Ranboo’s finger no matter how much he extends his height.
Falling back down onto his heels, Tommy huffs. “One time, I walked in on Jack borrowing food and he thought I was a human. Scared the shit out of him for sure, like a human could come from the other side of the cabinet.”
Ranboo stays quiet. 
“...can you let me up?” Tommy asks, finally. Much to his dismay, he’s met with an immediate response that almost seems mindless. Ranboo’s hand inches down barely, though enough for Tommy to cling onto him. Secure, Ranboo says nothing as he brings the borrower up to the couch, resting on the unoccupied side of the pillow that he had been resting on. 
Tommy then adjusts to the uneven surface and looks up at Ranboo, who's face is covered, the strap of their seeming mask the only thing he can make out. They put the mask back on. 
(Regarding the incident of Jack, Ranboo had sulked around the house in a mask. He never understood why and never cared to question it after he took it off, and now he doesn't have the gut to ask now.)
“I'm back, aren't I? I still touched your abnormally long fingers,” Tommy points out, partially because he wanted out of his thoughts. Ranboo doesn't crack a smile at his thrown-together humor. Or, at least he assumes they don't as the mask obscures the one prominent indicator. 
Tommy pulls his lips to the side in thought, eyes narrow at the quiet human. “If I took the mask off and climbed inside your mouth would you move enough to spit me out?” 
Ranboo’s brows crease through strands of their hair. Tommy considers this progress. 
“Ranboo,” Tommy starts, something of a distant phrase stuck in his throat. His voice runs dry and his pride pulls at him to Shut The Fuck Up, but his heart doesn't care.“I'm sorry,” he says, a weight lifted from him even though he knows he shouldn't be the one being relieved, “I knew you were awake, or whatever you were doing, and I left during a storm and even then I hadn't came back and I guess it was shitty on my end. Sorry.”
There's a pause, and a longer pause, and …. it doesn't take long for Tommy to realize the pause was simply Ranboo ignoring the borrower. 
He doesn't know why, although that silence hit him graver than any other. Like months of tangling has been undone by a simple stroke. An apology from him has been left to disperse into only a fine memory of Tommy’s that leaves him remembering how kind he had been and how passive Ranboo had been. (Even so, he still has the emotions to amplify that he was more than hurt at the absence of a response.)
“Fine. Dick.” It's back to wit. “I'm going to jump off the couch since you don't want to fucking talk to me,” Tommy murmurs, turning on his heel and making less than a grand exit than he would've liked. (Not as if Ranboo's attention was on him.)
He slides off of the pillow, then close to the cliff that was the edge of the couch. Staring down at it, he considers the fall. Couldn't result in death, therefore leading him further and further until he decides to quip out a curious: “Oh, goodbye ole’ Ranboo, he-who-won't-talk-to-me.”
At his last syllable he steps from the couch, praying to Prime as the ground comes closer that he comes out of this with no less than an injury. Before he could hit the ground, just as he had presumed, he’s caught as lengthy cold fingers trap him and he’s stopped from the fall. Ranboo’s grip on him tightens ever-so-gently and he can make out his return to the couch. 
Ranboo hums, the smallest of noises he’s heard all evening. 
Instead of being let out, Tommy body pulses with warmth all around him as he’s engulfed in a darkness, a beating heart just moments away from him. He groans at their grip, yet makes no move away from the crease in his friend's neck, which radiates warmth and vibrates softly, almost silent had he not been pressed against their throat. 
“Thank you, for not leaving me,” Ranboo whispers. It echoes from where he sat against their throat. 
Through his urge of wit and of sarcasm, Tommy only has the mind to respond, loud and clear and in full honesty, with: “I wouldn't do that.”
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