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I am STARING at the parasite!George fic. I had that same kind of idea years and years ago, but could never figure out where it could actually go beyond the basic premise. 

Know that I now REALLY want to see it. I never had specific characters, so it was always a little blank. Seeing that idea as an actual story would delight me.

Teeth, protective, purr, and slip (you can do however many of these you want)

It feels like George's gaze is burning holes in his back as he grabs onto one of the chunks of stone and yanks hard, a pained whine slipping through his teeth as the movement jars his shoulder, but he doesn't give up until he's gotten the stone free. One down, who knows how many left to go.

More of the second chapter of the au where Dream is trying to get away from the giant hunters. Seems Dream has gotten himself trapped. . .

This is the one part of his world that he dislikes. He always fears getting stranded in the below-liquid because he knows it all slowly drains somewhere that he might never come back from. He also knows from experience that if he doesn't stick by the safety of the walls and his protective layer is rinsed off for too long, everything starts to sting. It's not safe and that means that these disturbances are dangerous.

An nom au where George is basically a little parasite guy who lives in Dream’s stomach and has no idea that the outside world exist. He doesn’t even know he’s in a stomach, to him the stomach is a world and that’s just how life is.

"Um, well, do you like the house?" Bad asks, sounding a bit nervous. Sapnap lowers his head to try and be at eye-level with the Netherborn, making sure not to show any teeth so that Bad knows he isn't upset about the Rat-thing being protective.

Accidentally grabbed a second one for protective and figured I might as well share it too lol it’s my dragon!Sapnap au, this is when he’s befriending Bad.

He sounds so smug about his discovery, a quiet purr rumbling under his words. When Dream doesn't respond George shakes the chain a bit, making Dream grunt.

A nom au of mine that’s very angsty lol aka the chain noms au. Giant George ends up getting ahold of a human Dream and decides to have fun with him like a cat with a worm on a string since Dream was a chained-up prisoner.

He sighs, letting his eyes slip closed again, the exhaustion from earlier catching up to him. He'd been travelling all day so he was already exhausted before everything that happened; now that the adrenaline's worn off, it's a struggle not to fall asleep even though he really should try to stay awake.

More of the second chapter of Wandering Woods!

#Vore #soft vore #safe vore #mcyt vore #other's au #other's stuff #parasite!vore

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Crash

#why am i like this #3 am nonsense #if you know you know

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#reblog #do you like the color of the sky? #original color of the sky #long post

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(also, 2 more things: 1: if that photo has multiple fictional characters, all of the fictional characters in that photo will be your roommates. 2: for characters that can only live in certain conditions, those conditions will be ignored, and they’ll still be able to live.)

(sorry if you don't like this content, I just saw one of those "fictional character in photo roll" posts and thought I would make one.)

#reblog game #lol. all the fiction characters #in my photo rolls are my comfort oc's #and the hermits #so like. either way this is either going to be a dream come true or an absolute disaster

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Could we crash tumblr if we all posted the word "crash" on the 1st of april 2022, 12:35 EST?

#reblog #not vore #why. why am i doing this. that is the question #anyways join in

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I am sorry. I’m bashing Apple here. And for good reason.

This is a plea to my followers.

Stop buying Apple products. I know you’ve used them for most of your life, and I know it’s inconvenient to move to a new brand because in most cases, you cannot take your contacts with you on various chat apps.

I know this is inconvenient. I truly do.

But Apple is not the company it was before. There is now no difference between an Apple computer and a Windows computer in terms of graphic design. I know this for a fact. I had to use both in college 20 years ago, and non-apple computers are now generally better for design work than Apple computers.

Most non-apple companies encourage self-repair of your own devices, while Apple refuses it. I also know this for a fact, as I watched Apple computers become slowly less reparable through the late 90s and early 2000s. Where I was once able to do the repairs on our office computers, we had to start sending out our Apple devices because they started gluing things down on their logic boards. Notably the glue they used was not heat-resistant and led to device damage should the heat sink system fail. But they did this because they wanted to dig more money out of their customers.

Apple software is also designed to fail. I cannot believe people are still buying new devices after the scandal where Apple was slowing their phones in order to force people to purchase new versions.

Apple hardware is designed to become obsolete. Motherboards and logic boards are designed to hold exactly what comes attached to them and will fail if upgrade attempts are made.

Apple refuses to work with software developers despite promises of cross-compatibility. One of the very first coding problems I discovered was to discover a gigantic hole in a software program that made a plotter (giant printer) compatible with iOS. This caused a memory leak, leading to necessary resets of the computer after every 2 feet of printing.

I know that it’s not possible for most of you to just throw your devices away and buy a new one. I wouldn’t be able to do that, either. But eventually there will come a time when you have to upgrade, and I encourage you to take the plunge and purchase a non-apple device. I don’t even have a recommendation for you because literally anything is better than Apple. A rock that you write on is better than an Apple phone.

Unfortunately I expect to be shadow-banned on Apple devices because of this, and I’ll try to report on decreased activity as much as I can.

It’s time to stop trying to beg Apple to change. They won’t. It’s time now to just stop supporting Apple.

#not vore #important #ref #reblogging here because somehow this is my #most active blog

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Lunchtime with the Lads

bro. its time for fantasy.

tws for: attempted hard vore, actually soft vore. um… i think thats pretty much it :)

Keep reading

#other's writing #other's au #au #vore #soft vore #safe vore #tag #(just ignore my lackluster tagging...) #mcyt vore #was that a tag i had? #dteam vore

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Seeking Shelter, Finding Something More

WHOO! I'M DONE! Apologies for cutting it so close! Life, man (*´﹃｀*)

Anyway! This is my Secret Santa gift for @oh-i-need-a-name with Wilbur, Techno, Phil, Tommy, and Tubbo!

@mcyt-gt-events

TW: vore, swearing (let me know if I should add others please! I don't know what all needs it!)

Word Count: 3.5k

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Two things. One: It’s probably helpful to remember your piglin brother has super hearing when you’re sneaking around. And two: You should also remember to dress warmer when it’s snowing out. Tubbo neglected both of these thoughts when tailing his “brothers” while they went hunting. Now they were lost in a sudden blizzard on the way to take him back home to be grounded.

“Looks like we’ll have to find somewhere to wait out the storm. Can’t see shit through all the snow,” Wilbur huffed a breath.

Techno removed his cloak and situated it on Tubbo’s shoulders, being mindful of his wings, “Might be a good idea.”

Tubbo wilted his antennae and shivered in his thin sweater and denim overalls, “I’m sorry…”

“Nothing we can do about it now so quit worrying about it,” Techno pulled him into a side hug, both to give him some warmth and to guide him as they trudged on through the snow.

Wilbur led as they wound their way through tall trees. It felt like ages before they stopped again. Wilbur turned a few times before facing the others.

“Let’s turn back. I think we wandered into a field because I haven’t seen a tree for a while,” Wilbur glanced around.

Techno nodded and as they began to turn back, the storm calmed for a moment. Just long enough to make out a shape a few meters away.

“Wait, look-” Tubbo shakily pointed to the shape just as it faded back into the white, “I think I saw a wall.

Wilbur squinted in the direction of the wall and began walking, Tubbo and Techno just behind him. Once they were closer, it was very easy to make out. It was a very tall wall, enough to where it began blocking the wind and snow. Wilbur ran a hand across it, peering up.

“Wait,” Techno sniffed the air and pressed an ear against the wooden surface. He grimaced, “Giants. We can’t stay here.”

Wilbur drew in a breath, immediately on guard. Nothing good came from dealing with giants. They tended to be immortal beings, toying with mortals in crude and cruel ways. Wilbur opened his mouth to agree.

But then the wind blew harder, nearly knocking Tubbo off his feet. He whimpered from the cold and tucked himself further into the cloak. Wilbur felt his heart tear in two. The wood was cold to the touch but being out of the open would most definitely help them.

Wilbur stepped over to Tubbo and scooped the child into his arms. Techno made a questioning noise as Wilbur grabbed his sleeve and turned intangible. The ability spread to his brothers through his touch and the three passed through the wall of the house with ease.

The difference was almost instantaneous. Tubbo sighed in relief and shut his eyes. Wilbur set him down against the inner side of the wall once they were solid and tugged the cloak tightly around him.

“Wilbur!” Techno whispered harshly, “I said we can’t stay here! You know as well as I do how dangerous it is!”

“It’s just for a little while,” Wilbur whispered back, “Just until the storm passes. He can’t be out there for much longer.”

Techno glanced down at Tubbo, near purple fingers gripping his cloak. He sighed.

“Fine. But only until the blizzard stops.”

“Of course,” Wilbur agreed, “It shouldn’t be much longer.”

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Two days they spent in the wall without the storm so much as slowing down. They survived off the small amount of food they brought for their hunting trip and a couple of things they caught before finding Tubbo. It was all gone now. Wilbur managed a bit of recon using his intangibility. It used a lot of his energy.

He was able to figure out that there were only two giants, a smaller blond one whose features seemed to change and a larger blond one with just wings. They figured they were parent and child since the smaller one called the bigger one “dad”.

Their wall also seemed to be against the kitchen. Unfortunately not next to any cabinets they could grab some food from.

Wilbur paced back and forth in thought, irritation growing with every pivot of his feet. Techno sat nearby, bouncing his leg. No one had spoken since they woke up to the reality of their situation. Another turn for Wilbur made Techno bounce faster.

The tension seemed to burst as Techno shot to his feet, “We shouldn’t have come in here.”

Wilbur halted and faced Techno, “What else were we supposed to do?!”

“Find some other shelter! Somewhere in the forest where we could forage for things! Instead of being trapped in here just buying our time!”

“There weren’t even any more trees around, you saw! Tubbo probably would have frozen if we spent much longer out there! Is that what you’d prefer?”

Techno stepped closer to Wilbur, glaring, “You know that’s not what I-”

Tubbo shuddered, slowly lifting to his feet. They wouldn’t even be here if he hadn’t tried to follow them. Through his brothers’ focus on each other, he padded away quietly. To get away from their fight and hopefully his guilt.

He located a small crack he was just able to squeeze through, opening up to the vast kitchen floor. Tubbo looked up and up and up in awe of the sheer size of it all. He let the cloak fall from his back and flew slowly up to the counter.

He landed with a soft tap and hastily pulled the cloak back on. It was just as cold up there as on the floor.

But now that he was up higher he could see much more. The cabinets, the table and chairs, the stove- everything they had at home but what seemed like miles long.

Tubbo walked along the stone countertop, taking it all in. A noise behind him made him freeze in his tracks. He slowly turned to face the doorway of the kitchen.

Just as the younger giant entered through it.

Tubbo gasped and looked around frantically. There was nothing nearby to hide behind. He crouched below the cloak, hands on his head and eyes screwed shut.

For a moment he didn’t hear anything. Had the child left? Not noticed the bright red bunch of fabric on the countertop?

Tubbo had begun to think so when he felt something touch his back. He froze. It was firm, yet somehow soft, and absolutely massive. It nudged him a few times before he decided to peek out. Massive blue eyes stared back at him with curiosity.

“Hello?” The child asked, confusion in his tone.

Tubbo swallowed dryly, “He… Hello…” He spoke so quietly he wondered if the giant could hear him.

A grin broke out onto his face, “Hello there! I’m Tommy!” He stated proudly.

Tubbo blinked, “I’m Tubbo…” He spoke louder, letting the hood fall from his head.

“Nice to meet you! Why are you in our kitchen?” Tommy tilted his head.

“We were trying to get out of the cold.”

Tommy glanced at a kitchen window then looked back to Tubbo, “Who’s we?”

Oh. Tubbo probably shouldn’t have said that. It might be bad if he was caught and they were found and hurt. He couldn’t exactly take it back now, though.

“Um, me and my brothers. We got lost in the storm.”

Tommy looked down for a moment in thought, “Yeah that makes sense. Mortals as small as you would be really cold out there.”

“Are you immortal?” Tubbo remembered the stories of giants and immortality that Techno would tell him.

“Yeah!” Tommy nodded, “My mum’s a goddess and Dad’s her angel.”

“That sounds cool!” Tubbo smiled and sat up a bit straighter.

“Mhm! Also means I can do this!” Tommy tilted his head forward and after a moment two fuzzy little ears popped up from his hair.

Tubbo gasped and stood, walking closer to Tommy to run his hand through the soft fur, “Woah…”

Tommy let out a quiet chitter and raised his head. They stared at each other for a moment.

“My brothers said you were dangerous,” Tubbo gripped the cloak, “But you won’t hurt me, right?”

Tommy shook his head, “Hurting people is stupid and wrong. Unless they hurt your family,” He said thoughtfully, “That’s when Dad does it.”

Tubbo relaxed. That made sense. He wouldn’t hurt a random stranger either. Tommy brought his hand up.

“You’re really little.” He said.

“You’re really big.” Tubbo placed his hand against Tommy’s finger to see the difference. Tubbo shivered.

“Are you still cold?”

He nodded and Tommy carefully cupped his hands around him. Tubbo dropped the cloak and melted into the warmth of his palms. The dull pain in his bones that he had felt for days began to dissipate. He buzzed his wings blissfully and yawned.

“Tired?” Tommy asked and he got another nod in response.

“I’m part bee… Bees hibernate when it’s cold…” Tubbo mumbled into Tommy’s skin, “Been sleepy for a while…”

“Do you need to be warm to sleep?”

“Yeah…”

Tommy looked around, “I might drop you if I keep holding you but I don’t think anywhere is really warm,” He frowned to himself and scooped Tubbo off the counter.

“Oh! I could do what Dad does!” Tommy brought him up to his face, “He says it’s safe because I don’t have to eat stuff!”

Tubbo only muttered an ‘mhm’ in response and gave a thumbs up. Tommy grinned and gently slid Tubbo into his mouth.

Tubbo wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. He hadn’t heard what Tommy said through his drowsiness. It was suddenly wet but the moment he felt even warmer, all concern left his mind. He began to drift off, giving another small buzz of his wings.

Tommy gently ran his tongue across his new friend, just as his father had shown him. Tubbo’s taste was very unique and wonderful, which Tommy figured was because he was a mortal, so he took a moment to savor it. He noted an earthy flavor.

Soon Tubbo no longer felt as cold as ice in his mouth and he decided he’d indulged enough. It was time to help his little friend. As carefully as he could, he let Tubbo slide back into his throat and swallowed. It only took a few before he slipped down Tommy’s esophagus and into his chest.

Tommy sighed happily, rubbing at his belly as Tubbo entered it. He picked up the fabric Tubbo had dropped, figuring he’d want it when Tommy let him out.

Tubbo barely registered the new environment around him, only thoughts of fatigue in his mind. He curled up against the front wall, leaning into the motions from outside. Tubbo trusted Tommy and contentedly dozed off in his stomach

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Wilbur couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d phased his head through the kitchen wall level with the counter. Just as he did Tommy had picked up the cloak while rubbing his stomach. Wilbur squinted, surely that didn’t mean- Wilbur’s blood ran cold before it shot up to a boil. He and Techno had ended their quarrel once they noticed Tubbo was missing.

Wilbur grabbed Techno’s arm and dragged him along through the wall. He quietly stuttered before he registered what lay in front of them.

Wilbur turned them both solid once he was a good few from the edge. Techno stood in place next to him, calm rage rippling off of him. Wilbur huffed and spoke loudly.

“What the fuck did you do to Tubbo?”

Tommy startled, whipping around to face the counter. Two figures stood there. Both mortals.

Both looked extremely pissed.

“I… What?” Tommy muttered with confusion and wariness.

“I said, what the fuck did you do to Tubbo?!” Wilbur yelled louder.

Tommy tensed, feeling very guilty all of a sudden. He took a small step back, “I swallowed him…” His gaze turned to the floor.

Both mortals flared at this, the answer they’d dreaded, and Wilbur began laying in, “What the fuck? You fucking ate him?! You ate a person? I don’t care if you seem like a fucking kid, if you don’t get him out right now I’m gonna tear you open my-”

“DAAAD!”

Wilbur stiffened and he’s sure he felt Techno as well. Young creatures always call for their parents when scared or in danger. And that meant the larger giant. The one with wings.

A heavy thud sound came from somewhere in the house right before rapid footsteps. Wilbur wondered how something so big was so quick as the bird giant rounded the corner to the kitchen.

“Oh goddess, Tommy! Are you alright? What’s-” Before Phil could kneel and check over his son, Tommy darted behind him. Tommy pressed himself into Phil’s feathers and stared at the counter with wide eyes. Phil was surprised at what he saw when he looked as well.

“Oh! Uh, hello there. Who might you be?” Phil smiled in a welcoming manner though a hint of his confusion bled through.

Techno stepped forward, past Wilbur who was still frozen from his fear, and spoke loudly, “TechnoBlade and Wilbur Soot. We’re the friends of the person your kid just ate.”

Phil snapped his attention to Tommy, who hid his face in a wing, “Tommy! Did you eat a mortal?!”

Tommy flinched under the attention, “I got permission!”

“Did you really?”

“...” Tommy’s voice came quietly from the feathers, “No… But he didn’t fight it…”

Phil sighed and looked at the pair apologetically.

“I’m sorry about this but I can assure you your friend is safe,” When both mortals looked confused Phil continued, “Tommy is a demigod. Among other things, one of his inherited traits is that he doesn’t need to eat. He can’t digest anything.”

Techno and Wilbur squinted before they visibly relaxed. There was no reason for them to lie about that given the situation. The concern for Tubbo was still there in their eyes and Phil placed his hand on Tommy’s head.

“How about you give them back their friend, mate? So that they can be on their way?”

Tommy tore himself from his father’s side with his arms wrapped around his gut and face scrunched up in persistence.

“No!”

“Tommy…”

“He’s still sleeping!”

Phil let out a sigh, “Alright, mate,” He gave an apologetic gaze to the mortals on their counter, “Maybe we can wait until your friend wakes up on his own? In the meantime, I could get you two something warm to eat and we could have a chat.”

Wilbur and Techno shared a look, Techno’s eyes darting to Tommy’s torso a few times. He shrugged. Wilbur nodded as though he were considering it before turning back to Phil and fixing him with a sturdy stare.

“I suppose if he’s actually… Safe, there’s no real harm if he stays for a bit,” Wilbur agreed.

Tommy’s eyes lit up as he let out a quiet victory cry and Phil gave a single nod.

A few minutes later, Phil pulled a chair up to the counter and sat down with his cup. Tommy had, carefully, darted off to his room to nap with Tubbo. That left the boys and Phil to chat on their own.

They began by telling Phil of how they arrived at his cabin, stuck in the storm with no sense of direction. Phil listened intently while preparing the tea. They were lucky he’d procured some mortal-sized dishware in his time. Though getting the tea in the mugs had been a little messy.

With the events recounted the three sipped in silence for a few moments. Techno and Wilbur were glad for some external warmth. Wilbur was even tempted to curl up next to the kettle that sat nearby.

Techno was the first to pierce the quiet air, “Tommy seems like a good kid.”

Phil hummed, “He is. A bit of an ornery little shit, but he has the best interest of others in mind.”

“How old is he?” Wilbur took a long swig from his cup.

“10. Turns 11 in spring.”

“Ah,” Techno nodded, “Tubbo just turned 11.”

Ah. It clicked with Phil why they seemed so protective of their friend.

A couple of beats passed.

“So, you fucked a god?” Wilbur asked.

Techno choked on his tea and Phil burst into laughter.

“Oh-oh god, mate. It’s a bit of a story,” Phil chuckled as he began the tale.

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Tommy emerged from his room some hours later carrying a groggy Tubbo who clung to his fingers. He rubbed his eye and pulled his own chair over to the counter. Once he rested his hands on it, both Wilbur and Techno rushed over to hug Tubbo. They were relieved to see him in one piece albeit a bit damp. After their time with Phil, they no longer felt distrustful of the child but having Tubbo physically there put them at ease.

“You feeling better now?” Phil leaned in closer to the mortals, speaking softly.

Tubbo glanced up at Phil, then to his brothers, “Did you guys get caught too?”

Wilbur chuckled awkwardly and Techno rolled his eyes, “More like Wilbur was almost cursing out a child so Tommy called for Phil here to intervene.”

Tommy shrugged, “He seemed like a wrongen.”

Tubbo giggled as Wilbur whacked Tommy’s thumb. Techno went to help Tubbo off of Tommy’s hand but Tubbo just clung tighter.

“You can’t stay there forever. Tommy’ll need his hands at some point. And we also can’t impose more than we have.” Techno sighed.

Tubbo shook his head rapidly, “It’s so cold though! And I don’t wanna go back in the wall!”

“Wait,” Phil said, “You were staying in the wall? How long was that for?”

The three looked at each other awkwardly and Wilbur spoke, “A couple days. We didn’t want you two to know we were here in case you were dangerous.”

Techno handed Tubbo a bit of bread that Phil had given to them while they exchanged stories. He ate it graciously. Phil sighed and shook his head to himself.

“You’re more than welcome to stay here a few days.” Phil smiled softly, “Certainly wouldn’t be any trouble to us.”

“Are you sure?” Wilbur asked, unsure.

“Of course!” Phil gently ruffled Tubbo’s hair and Tommy nodded enthusiastically, Tubbo giggling again, “I could even help you find your way back home after the storm passes.”

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Days turned into months and months turned into years, even though the storm only lasted about a week. They had just… Never felt the need to permanently leave. The five of them felt at home with each other. Though they did get on one another's nerves quite often.

As Phil lounged on the couch his wife sat upon his chest in her mortal form. Techno and Wilbur were sitting back to back on the coffee table, one reading and one strumming a calm tune on his guitar. It would have been a rather calm evening.

Had Tubbo not been flying around the room while Tommy ran after him, both laughing like maniacs. It seems at 15 they had just as much energy as when they were children. It made Kristen giggle.

“They’re quite the handful, aren’t they?” She looked up at Phil’s face and smiled fondly.

Phil chuckled, “You don’t know the half of it.”

“Yeah, just last week Tommy made a whole mess of the living after screwing around outside.” Wilbur said and Tommy stopped for only a moment to stick his tongue out at him. Not that Wilbur saw.

“You boys have been a great help though,” Phil reached over and cupped his hand around Techno and Wilbur in a sort of hug.

Techno leaned into it and glanced up, “You’re just lucky he listens to us.”

“Sometimes,” Wilbur snickered.

Tommy stuck his tongue out again, Tubbo poking it as he passed before darting off. Tommy scoffed and resumed pursuit. Wilbur set his guitar down beside him and Phil pulled his hand away.

“How much longer do you think you’ll stay?” Wilbur asked Kristen.

“Another day or two,” She laid back, “I’d love to stay longer but the afterlife doesn’t maintain itself.”

The other three nodded in understanding. For Wilbur and Techno, it was nice to have their pseudo-mother around even if was just for short visits. Phil also cherished the time he spent with his wife. Tubbo landed next to Kristen briefly to give her a quick hug and she giggled again as Tommy’s hand barely missed him when he took off again.

“Careful,” Phil cautioned Tommy, “Don’t get too reckless.”

Tommy paused, “I am. We do this all the time.”

“Maybe too much, gremlin,” Wilbur smirked as he plucked at one of his guitar strings.

Suddenly, Techno pulled away from him and Wilbur gave him a strange look. Instantly he was somewhere warm and wet. He squirmed, “Oh, you absolute child!”

Tommy grinned around Wilbur, pulling him the rest of the way in his mouth as he stood back up. Tubbo landed on Tommy’s shoulder, watching as he slicked up their brother and swallowed. Wilbur huffed in frustration on his way down, giving the stomach wall a solid smack before settling down.

“And you’re a bitch,” Tommy patted his stomach and scooped up Techno from the table. Techno simply got comfortable in his hold and continued his book.

Phil sat up more as Tommy joined him on the couch, the rest of the day spent with calm, content chatting.

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Hope you enjoyed! I have more backstory and such for this if anyone would like as well! Because I apparently can't make anything without having a whole universe of information for it '3'

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Ask game—a random assortment of words in case one comes up; feel free to add the appropriate suffixes—red, mottled, lie, flicker, turn, quirk, or caught?

Probably not a complete list since most of the stuff for this blog is still on paper drafts, but a few of the words came up.

Lie, (laying): Tubbo looks back to see Wilbur laying on the ground, surrounded by dozens of loose marbles.

Turn: Once he gets Wilbur up, he gives a wave and turns to walk to the entrance again.

Caught (More than one sentence, but I'll be nice and give ya'll some context.): "Sorry, all I caught was something about me and you?" Tubbo said, trying to think of what the other three words had meant. He's sure he's heard them before, but that doesn't help much if he can't think of the meaning.

#ask meme #little dolls au #ask game #ladylynse #have some sneak peeks at some scenes coming up #for all my lovely followers #little dolls!wilbur #little dolls!tubbo #little dolls!tommy

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Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

#ask game #ya'll wanna try? #like. who knows whats gunna come out of this #i use... the most random words

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Fake fic title idea! "Finger food"

Sapnap goes out to eat at a slightly shady restaurant (they have really good cheeseburgers, okay?) and ends up accidentally ordering a meal with tinies in it. And not just that, but live tinies. It's technically legal but it's not a thing most people are okay with and Sapnap definitely isn't a fan.

One of the tinies is awake, the other is either unconscious, playing dead, or drugged. The awake tiny is trapped in a cup and freaks out the second he picks up the unconscious one, trying to escape but unable to do so.

Sapnap can't just leave them here but he also doubts he'd be able to just carry them out. They'd escape and hurt themselves or maybe the restaurant wouldn't let him because they want to hide what they're doing. So he steels himself and swallows the first tiny, then the second one, hoping that they'll be safe and that Bad's lessons have paid off.

He can already tell he's going to have a nasty stomachache by the time he gets home.

#other's stuff #reblog #reference #ideas #soft vore #safe vore #protection vore #i am quite fond of this idea #ref #my continuing adventures in tagging

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#humor #nonsense #watch me leave this in drafts for two months #as im writing this #its july 27 2021 #lets see how lonng i forget about his #image post #it is #now march 12 22 #*breathes deeply*

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Hello! Are you okay? Haven’t seen you around and I know it’s not my place but I hope your alright

Yeah, I'm fine. I just... haven't been on tumblr in almost a year? I do this. This story is still in the back of my mind, and I hope to get back to it at some point.

DSMP is not currently my hyperfixation tho so like. Who knows how long it will take to roll back around again.

#ask #anon #my stuff #im just a little goblin #you think i have an attention span? #i will be back! ....eventually

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I have reached the stage where I keep thinking up responses to asks in my inbox, only to forget that I never wrote them and get surprised that the ask is still in my inbox all over again. I'm so sorry. /lh

#rambles #3 am nonsense #like pretty much literal rn #listen im so tired rn #there are no thoughts #head empty #i was going to tag this with something???? but no #this is actually all it needs #im just sleep-deprived #have fun with this yall

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Okay but Wilbur after The Revel. Wilbur after they all find out that the ‘dolls’ aren’t dolls at all. They’re the very people the second group went here looking for.

All Wilbur wanted to do was find his friends, his brother. All he ended up doing was hurting them

#little dolls au #angst #little dolls!wilbur #rambles #guys i keep crying over this #it hurts so much. #They were looking for their friends #their FAMILY. and wilbur counldn't really help with that #so he started playing arouhnd with these dumb dolls they found #except what do you know #turns out those 'dolls' are their friends #their family #and all he's done is add more tension #more chaos #more bloodshed. #more pain and fear when all he wanted to do was help #but he was bored. #and that's not a crime. it shouldn't have been a crime. #it shouldn't have been a crime #but guess what! all of those things he did hurt people #and there's nothing he can do now to fix that. #it actually calls back a lot to canon!wilbur's arc #so like i guess that's just a 'wilbur' thing then #except hopefully this one doesn't end a tragedy #meta in tags #lore in tags #ref #ref in tags

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Me trying to write actual stories rn:

#humor #nonsense #writing woes #image post

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Tiny naga Ranboo being schlorped up by Tubbo-

(aaaaa sorry this took so long to get to!)

Secret Menu

(cw: soft vore, swearing, pure unedited fluff)

"What do you want for dinner?" Ranboo asked from where he was looped loosely around Tubbo's neck. He was tucked into the fur of the goat hybrids winter jacket to fight off the chill of the Snowchester air, relishing the warmth that wrapped around him. Being a cold-blooded hybrid, this was usually how Tubbo carried his platonic husband around their home.

"Not sure. I was just gonna look around once we got inside and see if there's something easy to make. I'm feeling rather lazy if you get what I mean." The brunette replied with a shrug. The movement shifted Ranboo, but it didn't bother the naga much. "What about you bossman?"

The naga let out an indecisive hum as he further burrowed into the hood. It was warm, but the cold chill was starting to get to him regardless of the fluff. "Not hungry right now. Mostly just cold." He replied. Though no words were given, Ranboo did notice Tubbo pick up his walking pace to get them to the house quicker.

Soon enough they got to a small snow-covered cabin and the ex-president quickly made his way inside. Above them, Micheal could be heard playing around in his bedroom.

Despite being indoors now, Ranboo couldn't help but shiver. Once he was cold it always took far too long to get warm again afterward. Not wanting to bother Tubbo, the naga stayed silent as his bigger friend moved into the kitchen in search of food.

"Hmmm, not sure what to get." Tubbo wondered aloud. "I'm thinking pasta of some kind, do we have any?" He asked. "Or is that off the menu?" As he spoke, Tubbo dug around the cupboards in search of the mentioned food item. He huffed when he had no luck in locating the delicacy.

"What if there's a secret menu?" Ranboo mused, sitting up and leaning against Tubbo's cheek with a teasing smile. "We don't exactly have pasta, but I can think of one noodle you do have."

Tubbo chuckled, reaching up a hand to pet Ranboo's tail gently. The scales were smooth and he could feel the slight coldness to them. "Y'know if you're cold you can just ask."

Ranboo smiled innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about," the act of sarcasm was greatly exaggerated as Ranboo moved the top part of his body so he was sitting directly in the front of his husband's face. "I'm just saying that your options aren't confined to the cupboards."

"I will eat you," Tubbo stated in his usual playful threatening tone. It was a tone of voice that Ranboo had grown fond of over the years, despite the oddity that came with some of the idle threats.

"Oh yeah?" The naga prompted. He used his tail to hoist himself up more and placed his hands on the boy's upper lip. "Prove it then."

Not needing any further permissions, Tubbo simply opened his mouth and clamped his lips over the two-toned torso with a playful 'nom' sound. Both boys paused their endeavors to laugh for a moment at the absurdity of the situation.

The warmth of Tubbo's mouth seeped into Ranboo and he felt himself relaxing into the smooth muscle below him. Immediately he felt Tubbo lick at him, soaking his hair and his shirt to make his trip easier and to enjoy his sweet taste. Ranboo had asked what he tasted like once, but Tubbo never shared the information with him.

A light tug and a soft pressure across Ranboo's torso was felt before the naga's torso was drawn deeper into his friends' maw. Feeling no hand on his tail, Ranboo chuckled. "I know I compared myself to a noodle earlier but this is just ridiculous." The goat hybrid had opted to just slurp him up like a noodle rather than use his hands to assist the naga's journey.

A soft giggle was quickly followed by another squish of pressure before Ranboo found his head being dragged into Tubbo's throat. The pressure increased as a large swallow engulfed his body, but like every time before this, it was never painful.

As his chest was pulled into darkness, Ranboo let his tail that was wrapped around Tubbo's neck go limp and just hang behind him. As he was pulled in further by another swallow he felt his tail slide off of Tubbo's shoulders to hang out of the boy's mouth.

On the outside, Tubbo was enjoying himself, smiling around the tail hanging from his jaws. While rather thin in shape, Ranboo's tail was long so it was always funny when he swallowed him like this. Knowing he'd be tired after this, the goat hybrid turned and began to walk out of the kitchen.

He felt Ranboo's humanoid half finally reach his belly as the lump that was his friend finally spilled into his stomach and filled the empty space. Even though he had reached his gut, Ranboo's tail was still hanging out of his jaws. Dull herbivorous teeth gently knawed at the scaled appendage and he shivered at the feeling of cool scales sliding against his teeth.

He made it to his bedroom door before opening it and shuffling inside. He suppressed the urge to yawn since Ranboo's tail was still hanging down past his chin, and the pressure from breathing deeply might be uncomfortable for the snake hybrid.

He swallowed a few more times and felt the scales slide effortlessly down his throat and slip deeper into his chest. With how long Ranboo's tail was, he could feel him in his stomach, his throat, and his mouth all at once and still see the end of his tail hanging out of his teeth.

Sitting down, Tbbo took a moment to reach up and gently lift the black and white striped tail into his line of vision. A windless chuckle left him as he twirled his finger around the limp tail. The end of the tail curled, softly squeezing the boy's fingers before it was dragged deeper into his mouth. Soon enough the remaining length was too short to see and Tubbo let his hand fall back to his side.

Another few swallows got the tail into his mouth and he relished the featherish feeling of the thin tail sliding down his throat to join the rest of the person it was attached to. Once the thin limb was out down all the way, he felt blissfully full.

As soon as Ranboo's full body and tail and all were dropped into Tubbo's stomach, the black and white patterned snake curled up into a loose ball and began soaking up the humid warmth around him. Outside he could hear Tubbo giggle as his ticklish, squirmy movements. A few short minutes later he felt gravity shift around him as Tubbo laid down to take a nap. The strong heartbeat pounded rhythmically just inches above him and he relaxed even more into the plush surface. It only took a few minutes of comfortable silence for both friends to fall asleep.

#oh what were my tags again #vore #soft vore #safe vore #naga vore #other's stuff #other's writing #giant!tubbo #tiny!ranboo #sorry #this is #leetlezeetle's writing #which i absolutly did not notice #thank you so much pixie