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Endless Sleep

Tw: death mention, grieving.

Tommy’s sleep was restless, it had been several weeks since the incident, as those dumbass therapists called it… he hated that word now. Ever since that day, it had been hard to close his eyes.

He missed those mofos so much.

In his sleep, in the very same room on a significantly bigger bed than the one he rested in on a nightstand, Philza would awaken, and sit up with a groggy look about him, wiping some sleep from his eyes he would turn to look at Tommy… a sigh coming from his lips.

He himself had troubles too, but he had to be there for Tommy; It was all that kept him going, losing two of his three sons would do that to you… need something to keep you going. He’d rise to his feet, and gently stroke Tommy’s small hair with a finger, feeling his soft movements, despite the sad nature of his distressed motions, it was the most active he’d seen him in a while.

“Shhh…” He whispered softly, stroking his blond hair until he calmed. The larger avian would look out a window, gazing at the night sky, the stars shining brightly. He wished he could see them just one last time.

On the nightstand, close to where Tommy slept was a photo of the once happy family, but now half of them were gone. Techno, gone much too soon and Wil, taken most recently.

It was heart shattering.

Memories flashed through Phil’s mind, as soundless tears dripped from his face, times of love, times of laughter; God he’d give anything to have those times back.

One memory in particular appeared, a day like any other, except all four of them were tired as shit hehe… Phil nearly crashed the car that day, picking them all up from their work or school in Tom’s case.

Tubbo had called them all sleepy boy’s when he came to visit, and the name kind of stuck, it became an inside joke, Sleepy Boi’s Incorporated, they called themselves.

They tried their best to stay awake and have some family bonding time together but… when Wil face-planted into a pie that Tommy had moved in front of him, Phil would send them off to bed.

Everyone learned a lesson from that to not stay up too late hehe…

Suddenly, lost in his thought, something would perch on Phil’s shoulder, and nuzzle his neck. “Tommy…?”

“Phil.” Tommy replied simply, wings held close to his body as he stayed there on the Bean’s shoulder.

“Did I wake you?”

“Nah, if your snores can’t wake me up old man I doubt anything could.“

That caused a laugh from Phil, Tommy staying perched on despite the shakes, Phil was still crying a bit, but the laughter felt nice. The smaller avian smiled, burrowing into Phil’s neck as he reached up and placed a hand on Tommy to almost hug him, a sniffle coming from Tom.

“You okay mate?”

“Yeah,it’s just… I wish they were here with us.”

“Me too Tom, me too.” Phil replied, sighing again as he sat down, softly stroking Tom’s hair.

“It’ll be okay mate. They’d- they’d want us to carry on…”

“Yeah, Wil would’ve cracked a joke here I think. Techno would maybe have laughed in his usual way, patting your back…” Tom mumbled to himself, just staying as close to Phil as he could.

“Yeah, probably.” Phil said with a sad smile.

“I think… I’ll be okay… won’t we Dadza..?”

“Yea… yea mate,”

“We’ll be okay.”

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Hey y’all, Red here.

Regarding the Wilbur Soot allegations…

Wilbur Soot is gone; As far as I'm concerned, the Wilbur Soot we knew is dead now... the one we knew and loved would never do the things he's done, all that's left is this, terrible abuser who I can’t even recognize. :,]

I believe… we can still make fics about the one we knew and loved, our Real Wilbur, not this- disgrace.

Separating the one we knew and loved from the disgrace that emerged from the ashes;

And so I had this fic idea… a smol Fic Idea: A tribute to the SBI, Phil and Tommy-centric with the two in grieving over the deaths of Wil and Techno, but after some bonding and comfort- g/t, the short fic would end with the simple words... "It'll be okay" to celebrate the life of Techno, as we are getting close to that time of the year again… when we lost the legend… and to celebrate the Wilbur Soot we knew and loved, but abhor what he has become.

Just to be clear: I 100% support Shelby, she’s a good person, who didn’t deserve any of what happened to her… or anyone else affected by Will…

This fic, and any subsequent ones released after this by me… are not in support of Will, they are a tribute to the happy memories the Wilbur we knew and loved gave us, and mourning of the loss of the one that gave us hope, and inspired us…

I miss him, and after that ‘apology’

In the words of Soldier Boy…

“You’re such a f^cking disappointment.”

🫂

Here’s a hug for everyone in need :,] I’m still on hiatus, just to be clear… but when I get the chance to truly come back I will, I love all of you/p

And I hope y’all have an excellent day… (When I come back I’ll also clear out my inbox- thanks for the asks <3/p)

See y’all… when I see you. ❤️/p

P.S. I do apologize if people look at this fic in bad taste, I wrote this for myself majorly, in mourning of the man who was “Everything I wanted to be” as quoted from Spider-Man Ps4.

@kayla-crazy-stuffs @brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @poprockpanda @a-tiny-frog-girl @local-squishmallow

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #ask #oneshot #tiny!tommy #giant!phil #giant!philza #mentioned giant!wilbur #mentioned giant!techno #tw: death #not endorsing what Wil has done.

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Yoooo, sounds cool >:3

Hope it goes well! And XD detective yep

I might try to write something myself over the winter break, don’t exactly know what if I will but I do know I want to come back xd

Puzzleeee!! Welcome back mate :D

Been missing ya, I’m on hiatus rn but I wanted to say hi now that you’re back and blowing up my notifs XD/aff/nsrs

Glad to hear you’re doing well and, if I have the time to look, I’m excited to see what you’ll be making 👀 if anything :3

- 🥤Anon (Did I ever appear as this anon to you? I can’t remember it was a long time ago if so xd guess who)

thanks :D

aw thanks! oooh, haha! glad i could be of service by killing your notifs

i do have some things planned :D a particular au (it's actually a crossover *cough cough*)

#ask #🥤 anon #mcyt g/t

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The jig is up I must scatter xD (Also- ooo :O?)

Puzzleeee!! Welcome back mate :D

Been missing ya, I’m on hiatus rn but I wanted to say hi now that you’re back and blowing up my notifs XD/aff/nsrs

Glad to hear you’re doing well and, if I have the time to look, I’m excited to see what you’ll be making 👀 if anything :3

- 🥤Anon (Did I ever appear as this anon to you? I can’t remember it was a long time ago if so xd guess who)

thanks :D

aw thanks! oooh, haha! glad i could be of service by killing your notifs

i do have some things planned :D a particular au (it's actually a crossover *cough cough*)

#ask #🥤 anon #o I didn’t- well I have now xd

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Crafty Fox

TW: A smidgen of fear, overall tame I believe

WC: 670-ish maybe

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Day #1

Date: November 16th

Charlie told me before leaving the last house that making something called a ‘Journal’ might be a good distraction for me as I move onto my next house… personally I don’t see the appeal but I don’t have much else to do in between staying alive. He gave me this leather-bound book that had some pretty good craftsmanship, never would have expected that of the joker.

Anyway... today was a new day, for a new start.

After a treacherous journey of stowing away in a human car, as they call it, I eventually found myself in a new house… it seems simple enough, one bedroom, kitchen, living room, two bathrooms, and an attic that didn’t seem very lived in… perhaps this human had moved in recently, it doesn’t matter to me…

I need to be careful this time… if I’m seen I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it too a new home. I’ve been working on something that might allow me to traverse the house with ease… but that’s a pretty big might hehe…

I’d stick around and write more, imaginary audience… but I really need to get a layout of the house.

Til later, I guess.

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Shit shit shit shit.

The human came back suddenly, they’d left the house earlier presumably to do some shopping and now they’re here… I’ve huddled down in a cabinet… but I haven’t a clue how long this hiding spot will last…

He seems to be busy thankfully… not checking this cabinet… sadly there wasn’t anything good in this place. Only a strangely sugary cube thing… it’s soft and squishy, maybe it’d make a good pillow of some kind… if it doesn’t get too sticky…

Fuck it got a sticky mess in my fur, great.

Update once I think it’s safe.

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Alright I’ve settled down again.

I’m back in the attic, these vents are surprisingly easy to navigate through… I’ve found myself a nice cardboard box I could set up in, and have taken the sticky cube back up… I’ve seen a few of these before but they’re hard to get, they don’t exactly get left out.

Anyway, the kitchen… it’s a basic kitchen, a fridge set up next to three counters with an Island in the middle; Not to mention the microwave resting on the counter farthest from the fridge and the stove beside that on the other wall.

Below I’ll draw a picture for… myself, jeez you’d think I was going crazy with thinking anyone other than myself would read this.

Tomorrow I’m going to check out the humans bedroom… I don’t think I’ll be spending that much time there but it’s still important. Maybe I can borrow some of the fabric from that sweater of his to make a blanket… I get the feeling this winter is going to be cold as fuck.

Besides with how bright that yellow is he kinda deserves to get a hole in it y’know?

It’s hard to keep my eyes open… so I’m going to end this off with a checklist for tomorrow, good night Fundy.

P.S. oddly comforting to read my own name being spoken good night too… anyway.

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Authors Note: Andddd Cut!

Heya everyone!

Colossal-Red here, it’s… been a while to say the least XD

I’m sorry for having been on hiatus recently, and I know y’all have probably been wanting new content for my au’s…

Sadly I still don’t have all that much time to write, I really really really wanted to write something though so I mustered up the time to write this short journal entry :3

However with the lil amount of time I might have to continue this series… I won’t be able to complete or continue any of the other au’s, such as SRBF, TinyHunt, Tubbee, The Mark, Etc…

I do hope to return to those au’s at some point… but as of now it’d be impossible.

So… I can only hope this post will satisfy y’all’s hunger for some of my writing if anyone missed me xd

Until tomorrow… maybe.

Also- @kayla-crazy-stuffs @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do tell the rest of the family like Squishy as well cuz I can’t find their @ xd

#tiny!fundy #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #giant!unknown #the return #crafty fox au #tiny!slimecicle #technically #this is really shit #but y’know what *posts it anyway*

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Feeling inspired today, don’t count on anything tho as I don’t know if it’ll be enough to finish anything 😉

🦊

#mcyt g/t #g/t #fundy my beloved

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“It’s literally impossible to be a woman.

You are so beautiful, and so smart, and it kills me that you don't think you're good enough. Like, we have to always be extraordinary, but somehow, we're always doing it wrong?

You have to be thin, but not too thin, and you can never say you wanna be thin. You have to say you wanna be healthy, but also, you have to BE THIN.

You have to have money, but you can't ask for money because that's crass.

You have to be a boss, but you can't be mean.

You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas.

You're supposed to love being a mother, but don't talk about your kids all the damn time.

You have to be a career woman, but also, always be looking out for other people.

You have to answer for men's bad behavior, which is INSANE, but if you point that out, you're accused of complaining!

You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be a part of the sisterhood, but ALWAYS STAND OUT and ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL. But never forget that the system is rigged, so find a way to acknowledge that but ALSO, always be grateful!

You have to never get old. Never be rude. Never show off. Never be selfish. Never fall down. Never fail. Never show fear. Never get OUT OF LINE. It's too hard! It's too contradictory, and nobody gives you a medal or says 'thank you!' And it turns out, in fact, that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also, everything is your fault.

I'm just so tired of watching myself, and every single other woman tie herself into knots, so that people will like us.

And if all of that, is also true for a doll just representing a woman, then I don't even know." -Gloria the barbie movie

this is it. this is exactly it oh my god.

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👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Back at the beginning, No Time Alone, and Bringing You Back for the fake fics :]

3!!!! WOOOO

Back at the beginning

It always started the same. Towering white walls and ceilings above him. White sheets, pillows, clothes and furniture, all perfectly pristine and always exactly the same.

Karl had explored this castle a thousand times over. He’d been in every room, nook and cranny he could fit into, yet nothing explained where he was, why he was there or how to leave it.

It was getting more difficult to remember things every time the dream restarted too. Because surely this was a dream? It didn’t matter if he broke a glass or smashed a wall, he’d wake up again and it would be as if nothing had changed. Except, it did change.

Always about half way through his exploring, the tremors and pull start. That’s when Karl ran. He didn’t know what it was trying to find him but all he knew it was big. And it didn’t matter where he hid, it always found him in the end. Giant hands pulling him from where he hid, or bursting through windows grabbing him when he tried to dodge shattered glass shards.

I just had to make that one Karl. Just fitted so perfectly with Time loops lol.

But it got worse. Everytime the dream restarted, he had gotten smaller. He was now at a point where he was just under a foot tall and had given up on trying to escape. He waited, lying in the white bedroom for his scheduled impending doom, wondering if maybe this time he’d actually find out what had been after him.

As expected, a giant hand burst through the wall and grabbed Karl out of the bed. It didn’t matter any more, but at least now he’d see what was after him. But what Karl wasn’t expecting, was for the giant monster that held him in its grasp to be a giant version of himself!

No Time alone.

Fundy never got a break. Yes he knew his Dad Wilbur Soot valued him as member of L’manberg (which was apparent from all his pet names), but he couldn’t help but feel used and neglected by his father.

It seemed the second he was done with one task, he was sent on another. And not until after he went through the same stupid safety checklist and was checked over like a piece of glass upon every return!

You could argue being a fox hybrid with the ability to shrink down would be a great assets to have. He should be grateful that his father trusted him to go on spy reconnaissance so often. But it irritated Fundy that no matter how well he succeeded on a mission, his father always treated him as a child.

Especially when he was only a few inches tall. Always picking him up and babying him! Didn’t he understand he was a full grown adult? He didn’t need the sweet talk and the constant parenting on everything he did. If anything, maybe going on missions was a good thing.

He didn’t have constant nagging or any restrictions from his Dad. Maybe staying small and lurking in the shadows away from L’manberg wouldn’t be a bad idea..

Ok. That started off better in my head but eh. Can’t win em all lol.

Bringing you Back

Did Tommy think it was fair for Wilbur to ditch him and return to Utah? Not at all. Did he think it was a good decision at 3 inches tall to try and make it across choppy waters in his little boat to follow after him? Absolutely not.

Stranded in the middle of the ocean, miles from any shore or having a clue to where he is, Tommy is stranded. No food or drinkable water, it’s just him and his thoughts of abandonment.

He really was a fool. Not only has he been abandoned yet again by his own brother, he was going to die alone either from starvation, drowning or being crushed by the giant pirate coming straight towards him.

Wait. Pirate ship??? Hang on. IS THAT PUFFY???

Hehehe I like that one a lot ❤️

Thankyou so much Squishy!!!!! These were soooo good!!! ❤️❤️

#beckyu answers #ask #fake fic title game #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #sizeshifter!fundy #giant!karl #tiny!karl #tiny!tommy #giant!puffy #family reblog #reblog #I love these <3

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hello other-half-of-sprint-duo :D long time no talk

Howdy hey =w= Definitely long time...

I'm still on hiatus btw but that doesn't mean I can't check in every now and again with a reblog xd

Anyway-

I hope yer good :D I've been chill... probably need to catch up on yer fics tho XD and just fics in general

I've been rather busy...

#mcyt g/t #but not really #sprint duo asks #ily brick/p <3

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This needs to be boosted… this bill definitely doesn’t sound good

I don’t know a lot about it but- if it’s like how it sounds from a basic google search then we need to do everything in our power to stop it

Guys, if the KOSA bill goes into affect, I want you all to know that I wish I had more time to spend with you all.

America should be free. The internet shouldn't be censored.

Fuck the republicans. Fuck the democrats. Fuck the Biden administration. Fuck the Trump administration.

Fuck politics. Fuck everyone in support of the KOSA bill.

Biden can't say that he supports the LGBTQIA+ Community while he urges for the signing of the KOSA bill.

Do everything in your power to stop the KOSA bill from going into effect.

This might be my final post. Change the world for the better.

@pixiethesizeshifter @colossal-red @poprockpanda @local-squishmallow @aquaisbored @plum-pitter @scketchorinopop @saltedgutz @cybersoldier82 @the-real-ali @dapenguinoverlord and so many more of you that I can't recall.

And, if you guys would be so kind, tell @baka-monarch and @novorehere that I said I'm sorry.

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Woah

:0

Wish I’d seen this sooner, I wish I could like a post more than once XD

This is soooooo amazing! :D

A Father’s Love

I got this prompt a bit ago from @lycaclientt ! I always love some good ol’ found family and angst so here’s a little one shot about it!

also I’ve been pretty busy lately so my next writing pieces (chapters for something to remember and our little brother) may take longer than expected to come out but have this while you wait! :)

tw ~ misunderstanding, grabbing, unintentional fear play, talk of humans, angst (it gets better tho)

word count ~ 1.5k

“IM NOT LIKE YOU, IM HUMAN!”

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Fundy knew that he’d never had a normal childhood. He didn’t even have a family until Wilbur had found him when he was five. Of course, that didn’t make his life any more normal. 

Wilbur was a borrower.

Fundy didn’t care about that, though. Wilbur was still his father, even if he could fit in the palm of his hand.

It had all started when the thunderstorm did. Years ago, there was a thunderstorm that scared him so badly that he had left the safety of his box in an alleyway and tried to find some form of shelter from this terrifying storm.

Eventually, he had stumbled into an old abandoned house. It was easy to sneak into when the door was falling off its hinges already. Rain pelted against the cracked windows as Fundy tried finding any place in the house to muffle the sounds blaring in his sensitive ears. He had passed the kitchen and dining room. They were too open, too many windows showcasing the sudden blasts of light outside. 

Fundy ended up stopping in the living room and huddling up on the old dusty couch. It looked rat infested with holes in the fabric and foam, but he couldn’t complain.

He fell asleep after a few minutes but he could’ve never expected what happened next. 

Apparently, once he’d gone to sleep, a large colony of borrowers came from the walls. They didn’t seem to react so kindly when they noticed a human walking around their safe haven.

Later in his life, Fundy would hear about how eager his colony was to get rid of him back then. Luckily, one borrower in the colony thought differently.

Wilbur soot.

His father.

Not biologically, of course, but as soon as Wilbur saw the scruffy, dirty human child, he fell in love and knew he couldn’t let anything happen to him. 

From that day forward, Fundy became part of the colony. Well, at least to Wilbur, he was. Everyone else didn’t like him very much, either completely untrusting or scared of him.

However, once they realized how valuable he was, able to do things more efficiently and faster than any borrower, more of the colony accepted him.

Even as a child, Fundy was able to farm in the backyard easily because of his size.

Even over a decade later, Fundy was able to farm easily because of his size. But he didn’t want to.

Can you blame him? It just got so boring after a few years. 

When Wilbur gave him one of the rooms in the old house and helped him get clean and have food, Fundy started to look like an average kid.

Eventually, he found a school and friends, just like a normal kid. Everything was how he dreamed it would be.

Until he went home.

Home to his colony in an old house where he had to do his chores, gardening and doing whatever else they couldn’t do just because he was human.

It was fine, though. Until Wilbur grounded him for seeing his friends.  

All he wanted to do was go out with his friends so when Wilbur said no for no reason, he snuck out, let any other teenager would! 

Wilbur found out when he’d been seen sneaking into his bedroom window and made the colony think there was an intruder. The leaders were very angry that the colony was put on lockdown for a false human intrusion. But nothing compared to how Wilbur felt.

He was angry, Fundy could tell just by his posture, and the stern look on his face confirmed it.

His dad tried yelling at him, scolding him for risking himself and scaring the colony… it only heated up from there.

“We’ll it’s not like I have to try hard to scare the colony.”

“What is that supposed to mean, Fundy?”

“I mean, look at me! I don’t belong here. "

“Of course you do. You’re my son. "

“I’m only here because I’m useful! Otherwise I would’ve been thrown out years ago!”

“That’s not true… I wanted you to be my son because I love you. It doesn’t matter what your size is…”

Wilbur started to get nervous. In all the years Fundy had been with him, he’d never acted out like this. Wilbur watched as Fundy crossed his arms, subconsciously moving closer to his small father, looming over him. Wilbur…

Wilbur was scared.

Scared of his son.

Scared of what his son could do to him.

“Fundy…I-I think you should go to your room… to calm down. "

Fundy didn’t listen.

“It does matter what my size is, I’m not a borrower, dad! I’m not part of the colony!”

Fundy moved closer, only a few inches from Wilbur, before he bent down and reached for his father, looking so small compared to his hand.

“I’m what the colony is supposed to hide from!”

Wilbur felt the giant fingers wrap around his waist as his son lifted him off the ground.

Fundy pulled his father inches from his face.

“IM NOT LIKE YOU, IM HUMAN!”

Wilbur flinched hard at his loud voice. Fundy could feel the fluttering of his small heart against his fingertips. 

Fundy looked down at his father, struggling helplessly in his hand, and his eyes widened.

“D-dad?”

Wilbur’s eyes snapped to his. They were full of fear while his struggles continued.

Then Fundy realized… in all the years that he’s been with the colony, he’s never held a borrower before, and the feeling of holding his father’s life in his hands made him realize just how small he really was.

“Fundy, p-please put me down.”

His father pleaded with him, and a wave of guilt and remorse crashed into him. He slowly lowered Wilbur to the ground, watching him stumble back as soon as he was set on even ground.

Fundy opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He didn’t know what he could say.

The only thing Fundy could think to do in that moment was stand to his full height and walk to his room, closing the door behind him.

It took Wilbur a few minutes to calm himself down, but soon he was walking to Fundy’s door. He’s ashamed to say he hesitated to ring the bell that announced Fundy of his presence.

Fundy’s door opened but not to the terrifying human Wilbur expected to see… instead it was his son, teary-eyed and seeming smaller than Wilbur ever thought he could be. Like he was a little scared homeless kid again.

Wilbur’s heart melted at the sight, beckoning him closer as Fundy leaned down, kneeling on the floor to hear what his father came to say.

“Fundy…”

There was a slight waver in his voice when he spoke and Fundy caught it, his shoulders dropping more.

“Come here… you’re okay,”

Wilbur reached his arms up in the air, not unlike a toddler asking to be picked up. Fundy was confused but very carefully scooped his father up in an open palm, as if waiting for a protest.

When none came, he slowly brought his hand closer to his chest until Wilbur reached out and grabbed at the fabric of his shirt.

To any normal human, it would just look like a teenager holding his hand to his chest, but looking closer, you’d see a purring borrower cupped carefully in shaking hands, holding onto the fabric of a baggy band shirt like his life depended on it. 

“I-I’m so sorry, dad”

“I know… it’s okay, I’m right here… I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Fundy seemed to shake more at that. He’d acted out and almost hurt him. He’d yelled at him and grabbed him… yet his father seemed completely relaxed in his hands now, held against his chest.

Tears fell from his eyes as he squeezed his hand to his chest so very gently to press his father closer to himself… he’s never hugged Wilbur before, there was always a slight barrier between them, always slightly distant, shying from each others touch.

But now, being so close, both of them thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad… maybe they’d have to do this more often.

Slowly Fundy drifted off while leaning against the wall, still holding Wilbur in his hands. Soon after Wilbur saw this, he too closed his eyes and slept, head resting against where he could feel his son’s heartbeat.

It was the best both of them had slept in a long time, and if Wilbur started going to Fundy’s room before bed after that, no one said anything.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hope you enjoyed, it was bit hard to write since there was so many ways it could’ve gone but I’m happy with how it turned out :D

#giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t #mcyt g/t #tiny!wilbur #t!wilbur #giant!fundy #g!fundy #we love angst #and fluff too #certifiably Poggers post #still on hiatus but I’m gonna reblog others posts and fic’s still #xd #I love g/t Fundy so much dhshshshaj

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Where I've been

Okay, so this post is probably long overdue.

But, better late than never hehe...

So, ayup y'all, I'm Red, Colossal Red, if you remember...

As of recent, I've taken a step back from my writing, and my blog here simultaneously.

I always promised myself that when I found the time and motivation, I'd write.

But... I need to face the facts, there's simply too much going on with me.

As of now, I am officially going on my first ever...

✨Hiatus✨

What are the specifics? I'm not gonna put every little thing here, but I will say that... falling in love tends to take up a lot of your time XD

I hope y'all will understand why I'm peacing out, the good news though is that this isn't indefinite.

As long as I still have some desire to come back here, I'll always have the potential to end this hiatus =w=

I do apologize for not completing even just one of my AU's...

SRBF, TIT, The Mark... TinyHunt especially...

Maybe someone'll make their own au based off of them, dunno if I have enough writers in my followers for someone to do that though hehe...

Welp, I've spent enough time writing this, I've been putting this off for a while you see hehe...

It is time for me to, as Wilby Scoot said in Technoblade's Gravity mod video, to bid y'all, the fondest of the dues.

Tips my metaphorical hat to whoever cares enough to read this, and leaves through an exit door... not knowing when I'll come back through it.

I'd peek my head in just one more time.

By the way, I might still reblog things when I have time... thanks for reading my stories, see ya next time- :D

And with that... I'm gone like a drop of soda spilled from an overflowing cup.

#mcyt g/t #hiatus #blog update #fundy g/t foreverrrrrr #I love y'all/p #Man this was long overdue- #Hey look at me I'm the last tag so cool

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Fundip :D

Process of getting my Fundy design down!

He's kept plenty of the fishy traits from Sally's main form with scales on his back, hands, and bridge of his nose. I'll probably show off his half human form too in a bit

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XD teacup pig, I love the art Beck

TO THE ANON THAT GAVE ME THIS TITLE, YOU SPARKED ART!

This fake fic title gets its own post now for that reason

Why you should never buy a teacup pig

Phil had an interesting fascination for collecting things. He had a collection for everything! Stamps, coins, books, feathers, plates: you name it, he’s got it.

 Currently, he has a fascination for collecting miniature porcelain figurines. He’s got a dog, a cat, a codfish, a horse to name a few. Some ornate or simplistic, others elaborate in little outfits or striking interesting poses. Some of his favourites are a crow (for obvious reasons), a little racoon that reminds him of Tommy and an Orca that reminds him of Wil.

But his favourite favourite of the bunch is a little pig in a teacup, wearing a little golden crown and has a red cape that he got recently: A perfect addition to his collection! They fit perfectly amongst his other 3 favs. Such a sweet little teacup piggy ^v^ 

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 Techno is not a sweet little teacup piggy >:| 

He’s been cursed into this form by a witch for 1000s of years and he had almost made it out of that dumb antique shop, if it wasn’t for the stupid old man deciding to ruin everything. He’ll make them pay for what they have done…

hehehe teacup piggy :3

Honestly I’ve never made fanart of Techno before and I honestly am very proud of myself for this piece here. The fact that the prompt sparked the idea just makes this even better and I really enjoyed making it. So I hope you like this! (also sheesh two big posts in one week niceeeee)

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Some more cod Grian and Scar nomfs :D This time it’s leviathan scar but more hotguy orientated colors :p

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Hot and Cute guy Dragooonzzz these are kinda the reference pictures so there’s no shading but yeh :P Designs inspired by @kitsuneisi Desert duo vigilante au

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woe art be apon ye :p This really isn’t a comic I just drew a bunch of nomfs on one page for practice and decided to color it :D Ps grian’s supposed to be an allay but I didn’t know what to do with him tbh *shrugs*