#and techno slurping down their

[whitephoenix52]

Mewtwo's Cloning Lab

Mewtwo's rebuilt lab and Cloning Machine are a technical and aesthetic marvel from top to bottom.

A perfectly visceral combination of factory-level production constructs and techno-organic life support. Seeing the line start as a cold unfeeling conveyer belt and end with ballooning amniotic simulations is straight out of Giger's cookbook.

Team Rocket are in awe of the strange technology, having never seen pokemon stored in such a way.

These strange pokemon are stored in such perfect stasis that Team Rocket are unsure if they're even real living beings. Meowth can't help but feel enamored~

Their curiosity is soon rewarded with a lively demonstration of the machine's primary function. Meowth, though unwilling, is a perfect subject.

A sample of 3 simple hairs is enough for this machine to brew life~

Within seconds, a perfect replica, living and breathing, is spewed from the mechanical innards of the device and descends in to the warm welcome of an artificial womb below.

As Team Rocket learns of the destructive cataclysm of the lab that formerly stood on this island, the clones sleep with barely a stir, awaiting their master's call from above...

A silent psychic call is made to coax the clones from their slumber. Team Rocket notices the strange glowing and cautiously approach to investigate...

But the clones are awake and alert! Team Rocket stops in their tracks with chills up their spine. They watch with piqued curiosity as they can't help but wonder how the clones will get out of such sophisticated containment?

First, the bulbous green tube pushes the marked Blastoise down into the capsule below. It's a gentle and progressive push, the tubing expanding around the pokemon comfortably as it settles into the grey rubbery compartment below. The clear tubing recedes behind it, as if the compartment were a hungry creature swallowing a meal, bulging with anticipation...

A glowing light flashes at the base of the rubbery compartment, as if activating... changing...

The Blastoise within pokes his head out, penetrating the now gooey and malleable rubber socket. It stretches and slurps his body as he exits, wet slimy noises emit through the lab as he slides out, yet the fluids are kept in.

The warm gooey socket clings softly to Blastoise's body as he pulls himself free and stands to take his first breath of fresh air. Team Rocket stares in awe of the miracle matter giving birth to this clone in front of them.

The pod that Blastoise has vacated has now shrunk back to its original proportions. As Blastoise lumbers away toward the castle halls, the Charizard and Venusaur are lowered into their birthing chambers...

Charizard lunges forward from his gooey artificial womb, the sticky material catching and clinging to his claws as he tears the rubber casing to shreds to fight his way through. Yet as the rubber tears, it just as quickly heals and forms back into itself, keeping a perfect seal on the fluids within to ensure a clean parturition. Charizard's hatching completes as his lengthy tail slips and slurps from the tube...

Venusaur pushes his way through the gooey womb with relative ease as well. Breaching with a small puncture, the slimy rubber yawns big and wide as the large brutish body falls forward and out, tearing holes in the wet membrane. Still, the barrier holds fast with perfect regeneration, never surrendering a drop of preservation fluid as the clone exits.

After a warm and welcoming birth, each clone lumbers through the castle, ready to serve their master's call.

#pokemon #mewtwo #pokemon the first movie #mewtwo strikes back #anime #clone pokemon

[anonymous-dentist]

Thanks for 200 followers and 469 You’re Dead kudos! Here’s a oneshot taking place between chapters 18 and 19 of You’re Dead! 

:)

-

Now, Wilbur isn’t robbing the McDonald’s, per se. He would never do such a thing. That is a crime, and Wilbur likes to consider himself an upstanding citizen. He paid his taxes. He did jury duty. (And then he died and stopped doing those things, but ignore that.) 

No, Wilbur is not robbing the McDonald’s. He is simply scoping out the competition, that’s all. It’s just him and his singular employee sat in an empty McDonald’s fifteen minutes past closing chewing on stale hamburgers and complaining about their lives. 

There’s a lot going on these days. Wilbur has the van to tend to, and he has his little brother sleeping on his couch because someone burned his house down a week ago. There’s also Techno being… out of commission because of said fire, and Phil dealing with the fallout of the Syndicate headquarters getting destroyed by some nameless vampire. That’s just embarrassing. Oh, and then there’s the whole Schlatt-is-missing thing that’s got Wilbur all excited. If Schlatt doesn’t come back, then that means… 

Wilbur slurps at his soda happily, thinking of all the good times ahead. Schlatt can fucking burn, the piece of shit. If he wasn’t so powerful, Wilbur would’ve staked him ages ago. Maybe this vacation that Quackity keeps talking about is just him covering up Schlatt’s murder. That would be fucking fantastic. 

But first, and always first, there’s the van. And first, and always first, there’s Tommy. Tommy keeps coming home early in the morning with another bruise or another cut. Frankly, it’s worrying. Wilbur thinks he might just kill whoever it is that’s hurting him. He’d ask, but Tommy shies away from the subject whenever he tries. Wilbur has his suspicions, but he can’t exactly confirm anything until he gets some evidence. 

“-but Tubbo says that the blue contrasts with his eyes, which I don’t think is true at all,” Ranboo rambles, ten minutes deep into a conversation about the secret wedding that’s happening. Wilbur is honestly only half-listening, but he thinks that Ranboo is just fine with that. The only reason that Wilbur knows about it happening in the first place is because, A, Tubbo is his brother and it’s Wilbur’s job to know what his brothers are doing at all times, and, B, because Ranboo is his employee and friend and it’s Wilbur’s job to know what his employee is doing at all times. 

(Also, two weeks ago, Wilbur woke up behind the counter of the van just before closing to hear Tubbo and Ranboo discussing their wedding outside. They’re cute, even if the wedding is allegedly only for tax purposes.) 

Wilbur hums non-committedly, idly watching the street outside the window. He and Ranboo are in a booth next to one of the wide bay windows. The rest of the restaurant is empty, which makes sense considering how late it is. The Wendy’s across the street, though, seems to be popping. Even from this far away, Wilbur can see a crowd of kids inside driving the employees up the wall. And then there’s the guy clearly having a panic attack on the phone in the drive-thru, but that’s none of Wilbur’s business. 

“So are you guys going for the green?” Wilbur asks. He’s personally a fan of the brown-and-green theme Tubbo put forward, but Ranboo says it’s a bit drab for a wedding. “I think you should go for the green.”

“I don’t like the green,” Ranboo protests. “It makes our wedding look like a national park!”

“What’s wrong with national parks? It’d be modern.”

“Screw modern,” Ranboo grumbles. He grumpily tears a French fry in half and chews on one half, leaving the other in the container. “You know, he didn’t even want a ceremony? He just wanted to go down to the courthouse. What kind of a wedding is that?”

Oh, Ranboo. Poor, poor Ranboo. 

Wilbur shrugs. “Sad one, I guess. Dunno. I’ve never exactly been married.”

Ranboo winces, an apology clearly on his tongue, but he thankfully doesn’t say anything. Wilbur doesn’t think he’d be able to stomach another apology. Sally’s long dead, anyway. Doesn’t matter.

But Wilbur and Ranboo are not robbing a McDonald’s. They are scoping out the competition. They are holding the workers up, though. There’s a loaded pistol in Wilbur’s coat’s inside pocket, and he was happy enough to show it to the girl behind the counter when he and Ranboo walked in. 

First, and always first, comes the van. 

Wilbur watches as the guy having a panic attack outside the Wendy’s hangs up his phone and goes inside the building. Rip. 

“I think Quackity’s wedding was red,” Wilbur eventually says. His soda is running empty. Sigh. 

“A red wedding,” Ranboo mumbles. “Sounds right.”

Wilbur and Sally never got married, but she wanted there to be pink at their wedding. White and pink. The ring Wilbur picked out for her had pink gemstones inlaid in silver so striking it could be mistaken as platinum in the right light. He and Quackity once got drunk and had a long conversation about things. The ring Quackity gave to his- to Karl was also silver, no gemstones because he said that he knew Karl would pick the stones out to sell. And he sounded so happy about it, too. (Wilbur hates Karl. Not because he got to Quackity first, because Wilbur only realized what he lost just recently, just years after Karl and Quackity’s first meeting. No, because Karl Jacobs one time tripped Tommy down a flight of stairs and laughed.) Quackity and Schlatt’s rings were black steel, simple. 

Weddings are stupid, Wilbur decides, fully knowing that he’s been volunteered to find an officiant for Ranboo and Tubbo’s. He’s catering. He’s helping pay for the damn thing despite Ranboo being richer than half the damn city combined. The only way this wedding could get stupider was if Quackity found out it was happening. Not because Quackity would put a stop to it, no, but because he would try and outdo Wilbur at everything involved. Fucker. Wilbur hopes Schlatt does come back, almost. 

Almost. 

-

Two years after dying and coming back to life much against his will, Wilbur bought a food truck. He set it up in the mouth of an alley right across the street from the old Schlatt and Co. Law Office, and he used to smile and wave at Quackity every night as he closed and as Quackity went in to work, scumbag husband in tow. 

Wilbur likes his van. The hunting life was never for him. It was the family business, that’s all. Yeah, Wilbur was alright at it, but he’s always been more of a talker than a doer. The only reason he tried running for office was because there was just- just something about the hunting community that he needed to fix. There was Technoblade, just recently arrived in the city, a vampire moonlighting as a vampire hunter. Vampires couldn’t be all bad, Wilbur figured. And then he met Quackity and realized just how human they could be. 

And then he met Sally and he realized that monsters are only monsters because of the scared little humans that label them as such. Sally was a water spirit of some kind, she never really explained. She lived in a pond just outside of the city limits, and she had freckles like galaxies and hair that shone in the sun like a bonfire. 

The night Wilbur died, he had a suicide note in his pocket. Tommy wasn’t supposed to be there, but he was. He held Wilbur’s hand as he died, all of 12 years old. It took Wilbur a year and a half to work up the nerve to talk to him again after that, and he did so with wings on his back and a scythe in his hand. 

It’s hard to be a hunter when most of the hunting community wants you dead. But, well, it’s hard to kill someone made of death itself. Wilbur’s pretty sure that his mother would have words with anyone stupid enough to kill him (God knows he got an earful before being sent back to the mortal plane the first time.) 

But Wilbur likes his van. It gives him something to do during the day. He doesn’t need to sleep, not anymore, so it’s nice to have something to fill the hours with when he isn’t writing songs or slaying monsters. Sometimes Tommy comes around, but he’s usually either with Dream (gross) or Quackity (also gross, just slightly less so.) Sometimes Tubbo shows up, but never for long. 

And then there’s Ranboo. 

Ranboo is one of Phil’s bunch. One of the Syndicate guys. He claims not to have a side in this stupid unofficial war between monsters and humans, which is fucking stupid when he’s literally half vampire and he’s literally marrying a former vampire hunter. Oh, yes, be neutral and still join a hunter’s guild. You’re still definitely neutral, yes, soak up that pity like a sponge, you spineless little thing. 

Wilbur likes Ranboo. They’re best friends. It’ll be a shame when Ranboo dies. Wilbur doesn’t want to have to escort his soul to the Beyond, but sometimes that’s just how the cookie crumbles.

-

Just as Wilbur and Ranboo are leaving the McDonald’s, two very familiar figures go running past them arguing. 

Well. 

One is running, the shorter one. His cheeks are flushed, and he looks vaguely panicked. As he runs, he has one hand holding his beanie to his head keeping it from flying off. The other has Karl Jacobs’ hand in a firm grip over the handle of what looks like a duffel bag. 

“-so fucking stupid,” Quackity snaps, breathless despite not actually needing to breathe. 

Oh, Wilbur realizes, knowing that tone very well after years of knowing Quackity. He’s panicking. Should he…?

Ranboo puts a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder, keeping him still. 

“I’m stupid?” Karl asks, incredulous. He’s not in nearly as much of a rush, calm as ever. “It was your idea to leave him alone in the first place!”

“It was not,” Quackity snaps. He groans, frustrated, and Wilbur can just barely make out an annoyed-sounding, “You are sleeping on the fucking couch tonight, I swear to God…” before they plow into the Wendy’s and out of earshot. 

Wilbur stands there for a second, almost concerned. 

“That was…” he says, trailing off, unsure what to say to that. 

Ranboo nods sagely. “Yup. Um, d’ya think me and Tubbo are ever gonna end up like that?”

Probably, Wilbur wants to tell him. But, well, Wilbur has been working on this whole being-nice-to-people thing. Doctor’s orders. 

“They’re fiiiine,” Wilbur drawls. He shrugs Ranboo’s hand off and starts down the street back towards the van. “Don’t worry about them. Worry about us. The cops are probably on their way already.”

Ranboo pales and skitters his way back to Wilbur’s side, wringing his hands. “What? Really? I thought there wouldn’t be any problems. You said-”

“I said there shouldn’t be any problems. But we overstayed our welcome, just a bit, don’t you think?”

“I can’t go to jail,” Ranboo despairs. “I have a son!”

“You have a cat.”

“He’s like a child to me.”

“He is literally a cat, Ranboo. Tubbo can take care of him while you’re in prison, don’t worry.”

Wilbur smiles at the way Ranboo buries his face in his hands. Silly little neurotic man. 

But Quackity and Karl Jacobs… hmm… They mentioned a third person, a mysterious ‘he’. There was a man panicking in the drive-thru on the phone that went into the restaurant. They went into the restaurant. 

Somehow, Wilbur has a bad feeling about all of this. But, well, until Quackity inevitably shows up on his doorstep just begging for help, it’s nothing that Wilbur has to worry about.

#skeleton appreciation day fic #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose. #meet ranbo! isn't he cute :)

[callsignangelxx]

DSMP/MCYT Oc:

“Mila”

Mila Is Philza’s Adopted Daughter, Along with Wilbur, Techno, and Tommy, She Is a Half Demon Hybrid.

As all Demons Do, She has a Natural Blood thirst For human Blood, To Devour All of it, Comes With the Territory.

Philza has Worked Hard to Help her Control The Blood Thirst, Sleeping Usually Helps The Most, To Sleep off her Hunger for Human Blood.

Technoblade, Techno Also Helps a Lot With this, Understanding as he is, With the Voices Demanding Blood For the Blood God, He helps Mila A Lot with her Inhuman Hunger for Humans.

If the Hunger Gets Too Much For her To Sleep it Off, Techno Goes and When he Does Kill an Orphan, Brings Back Their Blood, It Proves to Fill her Empty Belly and Burning Throat More then They ever Wood.

Some Times Tommy Jokes about her Being the Family Vampire, In Which Tommy Recives a Snack to the Back of his head from Philza.

Wilbur Enjoys Hanging Out With Mila From time to Time, Enjoying Their selves away From Tommy and His Jokes about her being an Actual Vampire.

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Fanfic: “Human Vampirism Limitations.”

SBI Family (Platonic) x Fem!Half Demon!Hybrid!Oc

Chapter One: “Full Belly.”

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Mila Awoke to the Familiar Burning Sensation in the Back of her Throat, The Hunger For Human Blood was Back, and Stronger then Ever.

“Nngh.” Was the Groan that Settled In her Mouth, And Then She Smelt It, Fresh Human Blood, Most Likely From an Injured Poor Soul.

She Drooled at the Thought of how Tasty Their Blood was, She Ran a Tongue Over her Sharp Fangs, Imagining How Easy it Would Be To Sink her Fangs into their Warm Body, Their Neck.

Mila Stumbled Downstairs, Growling as the Scent Got Stronger, The Injured Human was Close By, Probably Intruding in Philza’s Territory.

“Uh Mate? You Okay There?” Philza Questioned, He Probably Has Just Finished Making the Family Normal Breakfast.

Her Stare was Pointed at the Door, Her Hands Unclenching and Clenching as Her Claws Dug into her Palms.

“Techno?” Philza Called Having a Good Idea at What was Happening with the Going Female, “Yeah?” His Deep Voice Called Out from the Living Room.

“Go Get that Extra Blood Bag From the Basement Floor, Yeah?” Philza Said, As She still Stared intently at the Door.

As if that Injured Human Would Fly Right into her Awaiting Mouth, Sweet Blood Flowing into Her Mouth Relieving the Burn in her Belly and Throat.

Luckily Philza Had an Extra Bag Form an Orphan Techno Killed.

Techno Placed the Bag into her Hands, “There, Drink this.” Techno Said, She Quicky Sunk her Teeth into the Bag Allowing the Blood To Flow into her Mouth, Humming at the Sweet Taste.

Ah, And it Tasted Fresh, Techno Must Have Collected it Yesterday.

That was why he Journeyed to the Far away Village Yesterday.

Philza Sighed at her Demon Hunger Calming Down as She Downed the Blood Bag, “Good thing I went Out Yesterday Huh?” Techno Thought aloud.

“Techno, I swear to God–” Wilbur Said as Mila Slurped More Blood Into her Mouth, Humming at it Filling Her Belly.

She Drank The Bag Dry, Throwing it Into the Trash, Rubbing Her Full Belly Sighing, “Thanks Techno.” She Said, Licking the Access Blood From her Thin Lips.

“No Problem.” He Said Nonchalantly, who was Currently Sharpening his Sword, The Orphan Obliterator.

“Mate anytime You Feel the Hunger is too Much, Warn us Ahead of time, Yeah?” Philza Said, Having a Soft Lop Sided Smile on his Face.

“Yeah, Besides I’m Sure Techno Wouldn’t mind Killin’ for ya.” Tommy Joked around, Laughing Hysterically.

Techno Glared at Tommy, “Shut Up Nerd!” He Shouted, Pointing his Sharper Sword at Tommy.

“It’s True!” Tommy Shouted, Gasping With Laughter at his Older Brother, Techno Grabbed Tommy In a Tight Headlock Getting him to Shut up with his Lame Jokes.

“Both Of you Cut it Out!” Philza Shouted, Once Techno Let Tommy Out of his Arm Grip, Tommy Earned a Slap to the Back of His Head By Philza.

“Hey!”

Philza Remembered when he First Found Mila, All Alone With no one to Care for her.

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Philza Had Found her as a 4 Day Old Baby, Someone Had Left her alone Out in the Cold Of The Tundra.

He Had Heard Her Wails Once Coming Back to his Cabin From a Village, They were Loud, Scream Like Wails, and Philza being the Kind Person He was, Couldn’t Just Ignore them.

She Was Swaddled In a thin Blue Blanket, Not Suitable For the Tundra’s freezing Weather at all, So Philza Had Picked her Up Holding her in his Arms Close to his Warm Chest Wrapping his Wings around then Protectively.

“Hello There Little One.” Philza Had Murmured to the Small Infant in his Arms, She Wailed Some More Her Screams Becoming Louder as She Cried do to being so Cold.

“Aw, Shh Kiddo, Let’s Get you Warmed Up.” Philza Soothed the Little Child In his Arms, Once he was in his Home, Where his Three Sons Were.

They Heard the Wailing of a Child and Saw the Infant Girl In his Arms Waling Because Of No warmth Flowing Through her small Body.

“Dadza? Can We do anything?” Wilbur asked, His Brows Scrunched Up In worry for the Small Child In his arms.

“Yes, Wilbur get the Spare Room Ready For this Little One, Techno Start a Warm Bath, Tommy Get Some Fresh Towels For her.” He Said Over the Wailing Of Her.

“Oh, I know I know, Shh.” Philza Hushed, Techno Finished the Warm Bath, And Helped Philza Moved the Infant into the Water.

At the Temperature Change She Wailed Harder.

“Techno, Regen Potions Now Please.” Philza Said, His Eldest Son Quickly Got Up And Moved to Get those Potions.

After a While of getting her Body Warmed Up, The Warmth Made the Infant Sleepy as She Yawned Her Big Round, Doe Eyes Blinking at Philza.

“Aw, Sleepy Huh?” Philza Asked, Seeing her Blink Slowly at Philza’s Own Green Eyes.

The Regen Potion Obviously Made her Sleepy And want to go to Sleep So Philza Grabbed the Fresh, Warm, Fluffy Towel Tommy Had Retrieved, and He wrapped the Little Girl In it.

Finding Some Smaller Clothes Tommy Could No Longer wear He Fit her in those Rewrapping her in the Blue Blanket he had Found and Had Techno Wash after Preparing the guest Room.

She Giggled Tiredly at Philza, Lazily Waving a Small, Chubby Hand in His Face, Philza Smiled.

“Alright Little One, Bed Time For you.” He Cooed to her Before Laying her Down in the bed Allowing her to take a Much Needed nap.

On that Night He Decided to Name Her Mila, Meaning Peace and Hope.

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And Now She was Apart of this Family The SBI Family.

Mila Gave a Small Roar at Tommy as he Jumped on her Back, “Get Off me Tommy!” She Shouted as She Moved Frantically to get her annoying Brother off of her Back.

Techno Chuckled at them But also Swatted His Hands At Tommy To Aid Mila In Escaping Tommy’s Wrath.

Finally Mila Rolled around in the snowy Ground of the Tundra to get tommy off of her aback, Roaring Triumphantly once She Got Tommy Off, Running away From her Older Brother.

“Play Nice!” Philza Called Out, Reminding them not to Play Rough.

She Roared Again, Tommy Had Stolen Some of her Stuff in her Inventory, “Come Back You Little Shit!” She Shouted Chasing after him On all Fours.

Around in Circles, Around a Small Tree as Tommy Laughed Saying, “Catch me if you Can~”

Techno Placed his Hands On his Knee, Laughing Uncontrollably as Tears Of Joy Sprung from his Red Ruby Eyes.

As Wilbur Scratched his Head at their Antics.

Philza Could only Laugh along with them, God did he Love His Children.

[agentnico]

M3GAN (2023) Review

Only the first movie of 2023, and already we have a classic David Guetta techno-pop song being transformed into a menacing minute-long lullaby sung by a creepy AI doll as the camera hones in on her cold, dare I say, titanium eyes. Sounds like we’re in for a weird year at the movies, ladies and gentlemen!

Plot: M3GAN is a marvel of artificial intelligence, a lifelike doll that's programmed to be a child's greatest companion and a parent's greatest ally. Designed by Gemma, a brilliant roboticist, M3GAN can listen, watch and learn as it plays the role of friend and teacher, playmate and protector. When Gemma becomes the unexpected caretaker of her 8-year-old niece, she decides to give the girl a M3GAN prototype, a decision that leads to unimaginable consequences.

As much as I wish that a film titled M3GAN was a movie adaptation of that ‘Meegan & Andre Break-Up’ sketch from the Key & Peele show, instead we have a typical January horror release. The typical type of throwaway horror film a studio dumps on the quietest month of the year at the movies as cinemas cool down from all the Oscars contenders that have recently graced the big screen. That being said, M3GAN might actually an above average horror outing, as for one its produced by James Wan of The Conjuring franchise fame, and also as of the time of writing the film boasts a stunning 95% positive rating on the critic website Rotten Tomatoes. So I decided to give this one a go, even though its not like this is the first creepy doll we have witnessed in horror movies. Annabelle? Or Chucky? Yep, there are a plenty of them, though to be fair you can’t blame film studios for it, as the amount of creepy toys one can find in random toy stores and charity shops, it really allows for quite a bit of inspiration.

What works most in favour of M3GAN is its release time slot. As aforementioned, we’re fresh off the end of awards season, so the last thing we need is some serious dramatization or a heart wrenching real life story. We need something goofy and easy to watch as we fill our faces with overpriced popcorn and slurp on some slushie that is supposedly a large sizes yet we all know its a medium at best. And that’s exactly was M3GAN is - a silly movie. Heck, I wouldn’t even call it a horror as it’s not scary. Yes, there are a couple of jump scares, yet you see them a mile away. What really is the joyful element of this film is how stupid all the characters are as they do thinks without thinking of consequences, and also obviously that there is a creepy AI doll right in the middle of it all doing creepy AI doll stuff. Yes, the AI doll itself is weirdly funny, from her dances to her singing (yep, she sings!), and the general way she walks around and talks. Don’t get me wrong, there are some visual effects at play here, however it’s all really stupid, however the movie is very self aware of its ridiculous factor so it results in some very entertaining moments. That’s the best I can describe this film - entertaining. And yes when you think about it too much, a lot of it doesn't make any sense. Why are all of the adults dumb or wilfully ignorant when it comes to implementing AI into their prototype? Why didn't they have the slightest foresight or precautions in store if something goes wrong? Why does a puppet for kids posses the strength of a Terminator? And if said robot is so dangerous, why not disconnect the brain chip entirely from the body when doing any fail safe tests? Why is the 8-year old girl such an annoying spoilt brat? Okay, that last one isn’t really a plot hole, more so just the fact that the girl was annoying and I didn’t want her to make it to the end of the movie. Harsh, I know, but has to be said.

M3GAN tries to implement some resemblance of social commentary, through our over reliance on technology to the importance of parenthood and how that cannot be replicated, but at the end of the day this isn’t a movie you want to really think about. It’s more so a glorified episode of Black Mirror, except it goes nowhere as dark. Again, entertaining for what it is, with enough of the creep factor yet not really a horror. Though the doll’s piano rendition of “Toy Soldiers” is hella good. It was supposed to be an unsettling moment yet I was there like “girl, you got some tunes!!”

Overall score: 6/10

#m3gan #megan review #m3gan review #2023 #2023 in film #2023 films #horror #comedy #movie #film #movie reviews #film reviews #cinema #ai #creepy doll #m3gan dance #jenna davis #megan #allison williams #james wan #violet mcgraw #amie donald #gerard johnstone #ronny chieng #jen van epps #brian jordan alvarez #blumhouse #thriller #science fiction #titanium

[luna-spacedoodles]

So @jupiter-oak​‘s fic got me wanting to draw something for it because it’s so fucking amazing(I highly recommend you go read it, it’s genuinely the best thing i’ve read in months) so I drew Phil being all happy that his sons are home n happy(and then I didn’t know what else to put so I just put the creepy simley face)

#luna.art #fuck what do I tag this as #philza #kkjjxdsc #yeah I guess that’s it #i had so much fun drawing this #playing with the lighting n shit #it was so hard to decide what I wanted #to draw because I have too many favorite scenes #originally I was gonna put tommy #and techno slurping down their #soup like they do in the fic but #i got lazy :P #no I totally start and finish this today because #oakley made a post manifesting it #and I wanted to give what are you talking about? /s #yeah #yeah I did #i’m happy that I figured out my #phil design before doing this because #otherwise it’d just be uhurara #is that how you spell it? #idk #but this also gave me good practice #with drawing his overly detailed outfit in #different poses #aaaaaaaaa okay I should stop rambling and #acttually post this now

[cyncerity]

Sizeshifter!Tommy au where he noms SBI and Beeduo all at once? He grows just big enough to where they all fit nice and snug in there and he can feel all them. Big man just wants to hold his family close and keep them safe!

I wrote this as quickly as I could because this prompt gave me so much brain rot. It also gave me an excuse to write one of my favorite vore tropes: overstuffed preds 💖

tw: vore

“Yes!!” Tommy yelled after his 5th consecutive win against the rest of his friends and family in Mario Kart. He heard the rest of them groan as he laughed harder at their defeat. “Alright, Tubbo, you came in last, you know what that means…” Tommy snickered as he leaned closer to Tubbo. The brunette simply laughed as he shoved Tommy’s face back. “Yeah, yeah, I owe you, but I have a feeling you’re gonna wanna cash that favor in now, aren’t you?” Tommy grinned mischievously in response. “Oh, you know me so well.”

Tommy and Tubbo scrambled off the couch and went to the living room as the other 4 continued to play. In a matter of no time Tommy was a giant, approximately 45 ft in height. Not huge, but big enough so that Tubbo had room in his stomach. And as soon as he reached that height, Tubbo shoved his arm in his mouth with a sly, silly grin. Tommy’s response to this was to close his mouth around Tubbo’s torso and slurp the rest of him in like a noodle, making the now much smaller boy burst into giggles. He licked him for a few minutes before getting impatient and swallowing him down, the now familiar feeling of the warm, squirming lump traveling down his throat bringing the shifter bliss. Tommy laid back, closed his eyes, and put a hand on his stomach as he felt Tubbo enter his belly, fully content to lay their the rest of the day.

“Tommy, get back in here, we’re starting another game!!” Tommy heard Wilbur shout. He peeked an eye open. Surely they knew he was giant right now, right? They had to have known what he and Tubbo had gone into the other room to do, they’d have to be stupid not to know. Tommy sighed and made his way back to the dining room where Mario Kart was set up, laying on his stomach (which Tubbo didn’t seem to mind, surprisingly), only bothering to fit his top half in the room. “Oh, there you are! Can you still use one of these?” Ranboo held a controller to Tommy, who’s face remained deadpan as he lifted his hand to compare it to the controller, which was barely the size of his finger nail. “Right, I guess that makes sense…” Ranboo continued a bit awkwardly. “You wanna just watch this round then, Toms?” Phil asked. Tommy shrugged and nodded as Techno started the game.

A few minutes later, Wilbur came out on top, with Ranboo being the loser. Tommy chuckled as Wilbur continued to gloat his victory to patronize Ranboo, when the mocking finally died down and the attention was surprisingly turned to him.

“Alright, Ranboo, new rule for the night: you lose, youre sleeping in the giant.” Wilbur said nonchalantly. Tommy’s face turned to one of utter confusion before he laughed a bit as an argument broke out between Wilbur and Ranboo. Ok, this could be something he could get behind. He was always up for the chance to nom his friends.

Soon Ranboo stared at Tommy with tired eyes as he pushed his lips open. Tommy quickly closed his mouth around the teen and threw his head back as hard as he could and swallowed down Ranboo in one gulp, taking Ranboo by surprise and making Wilbur lose it with laughter. Tommy rearranged himself as he felt Ranboo enter his stomach and Tubbo move over to make more room so that he was now lying on his back, watching the tv upside down. He looked down at his gut.

He had noted a while ago that 50ft was the minimum height he could be to swallow both Ranboo and Tubbo, that being the minimum height where they weren’t crowded and Tommy still felt full while not showing any signs of having eat someone from the outside. At his current 45ft, though, his friends started to make a bump on his gut. Nothing too noticeable unless someone was looking for it, but there nonetheless.

A few minutes later, Techno lost. “Alright, rules of the night, Techno,” Wilbur said as he shoved his twin brother towards Tommy, “down the hatch you go.” Techno just rolled his eyes, not excited or anything but seemingly not opposed to the idea. Tommy was beginning to think this wasn’t such a great idea anymore. Yeah, having two people fill his stomach was nice, but he was fairly certain that two was his max. It was already a little cramped as it was. God, if he even managed to fit Techno in their, would it give him a stomach ache? Tommy negotiated the idea of growing bigger so there’d be more room in his belly, but he had never attempted to shift with people in him, so he dropped the idea.

Nevertheless, a few moments later Tommy found himself watching the bulge of his stomach grow slightly, maybe a half inch to him, bigger as Techno entered his gut. The organ growled around its new occupant, probably realizing (just as Tommy had) that there was already to much stuff in his belly. Tommy drowsily rubbed his stomach and felt internal rubs back as he heard Phil shout from the couch, their last race seemingly over. Wilbur stood up and began shouting for a rematch. Tommy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Rematch or not, one of them was going to end up in him, and he didn’t know if he could physically take that. He wasn’t sure where the point of unhealthy weight in someone’s stomach was, but he was sure he was close to reaching it. He’d never felt so full before, and he didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not. It’s didn’t hurt like he thought it would, and so much motion under his skin made a shiver run up his spine and melt his muscles in the best way possible. Of course, that could all change once a fourth person entered his stomach. He’d only ever eaten three at most, and at that point in time he was about 150-200 ft tall, so this get entirely different.

Phil proudly and snuggly pushed Wilbur towards Tommy, who readied himself as he picked up Wilbur and carefully placed him in his jaws. Tommy took slow, small swallows just in case any harsh or fast movements would give him a stomach ache. Phil seemed to notice his sons’s dilemma, though, and moved towards Tommy to rub his stomach, trying to push his occupants aside to make room for Wilbur, and making Tommy let out a sigh and start purring, to blissful to even feel embarrassed.

“Wil’s idea cause you a bellyache, mate?” Phil asked, continuing to rub Tommy’s gut as it swelled even more with Wilbur’s entry, giving another, louder low growl at the added weight. Tommy groaned slightly and nodded. Phil gave him a sympathetic smile and he placed his hands on the organ to rub it, and felt a second pair of hands rubbing from the inside. Tommy seemed to be on the verge if sleep, the over-stuffing making him drowsy.

“Does it hurt, Toms?” Tommy shook his head. “Then, do you mind if I go in?” Phil said as he laid a hand on Tommy’s gut. Tommy nodded as he picked Phil up, begrudgingly standing as best he could and moving to the living room where he could throw the couch cushions on the floor and make a makeshift bed, feeling the most likely equally drowsy people in his belly slide down the walls of the stomach as their surroundings shifted. Tommy soon felt them start to try and get into a comfortable position after having been moved, and out of curiosity looked down at his stomach. He was surprised to see that not only had Wilbur added probably another quarter inch to his distended gut, but he could make out their movements from inside him. To him, it only looked like his stomach had swollen about two inches bigger, but he could just barely make out when someone pushed at him or leaned their full body weight against his organ. It might have been somewhat disturbing to anyone other than Tommy, but at the moment, the young shifter was to entranced by the fact that now he could actually feel and see what was going on in his belly to care.

Once they reached the living room, Phil got gently popped into Tommy’s mouth as he began to take the couches apart before he was swallowed down, reaching the stomach within seconds, everyone else who had been eaten already fast alsesp. Phil chuckled as he felt his world shift as Tommy laid back down, rubbing what he assumed to be the front of the stomach.

“Hey, Toms?” “Yeah?” “How about next time, best two out of three?” Tommy only chuckled, poking where he felt Phil rubbing his stomach. “Oh, it’s so on.”

#I broke my write asks in the inbox in sent order for this #the prompt was just to good #also thank you to the people on discord for giving me ideas #I literally wrote this in an hour and a half at 1 am and then re-read and edited it at school #also #as I was writing this I realized that there’s no longer story for sizeshifter Tommy getting nommed instead of doing the nomming #so I’ll probably do that eventually if I get good ideas or if someone sends me one #cyncerity #sizeshifter!tommy au #cynwrites #tw vore #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt

[shushiyuii]

tiny naga ranboo being nomed by giant techno because it was cold

It is done, my dear Anon! :3

(I can just hear Mario kart blasting from my brothers rn lmao)

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma and Soft vore

Words: 1.5K+

The calming ember sounds of the fire filled the room, crackling echoes. The occasional sound of a page-turning or grunts could be heard from the pinkette situated not too far from the windowsill as it was right next to the desk.

It was a comforting silence, at least from Technoblade’s standpoint. It couldn’t be quite the same for Ranboo. He watched as the snowflakes fell softly onto the window, being small he could make out the details of the snowflakes and their design.

All different and unique, it was distracting… But maybe not distracting enough. His thoughts clouded with worry, panic. Not that he’d display this worry in front of Techno though, since he didn’t quite have a good history with the two, he was worried about.

But what if they froze in the cold? If he couldn’t keep them warm or protect them? He knew he had no reason to worry about his other tiny friends because they could more or less handle themselves, but he couldn’t help but worry.

“You alright, Ranboo?”. Ranboo turned his head to see that Techno had now directed his attention towards him. He hissed low as he coiled in on himself a bit more, he hadn’t noticed the chill that came from the window as he finally came to reality.

He was freezing himself, “I-I’m okay! No worries, Techno!”. Ranboo could handle himself in this weather, he’d done it many a time before since he used to live in the Antarctic constantly, not only that but now in Snowchester.

He could handle a bit of the cold. “You sure? You look rather chilly there.”. It seemed that Techno had no interest in what defiance Ranboo had to say as Techno walked over and offered his hand to the naga.

“…”. He hissed softly and placed his hand onto Techno’s, a pleasant change in temperature. So much so that his instincts took over and curled around Techno’s arm, embracing the warmth. He looked up just to see Techno smile.

A rare sight as the Piglin rarely ever displayed affection, it just went to show the trust between the two. “You sure you aren’t cold?” It was a rather teasing tone, Ranboo just huffed in response, a rare sort of sass from himself. “Now what’s gotten you so bothered?”.

Well, it was apparently obvious that something was on his mind but how was he supposed to tell Techno he was worried about the one who betrayed him and the government that had attempted to kill him at some point?

“Uhh- It’s nothing, promise”. Techno hummed, he knew it wasn’t just nothing, but he wasn’t one to press on matters, especially if they weren’t any of his business. “Alright, but if you want to talk or something. I’m uh- here, okay?”.

Ranboo smiled up at Techno and smiled, “Thanks.”. “No problem, now uh- How about some food eh? You’re probably tired after having to travel to the Syndicate meeting today-“. Techno made his way to the fireplace he cooked food on, Techno grabbed a small bowl and filled it up with the stew.

He made his way back to his desk, placing the bowl beside his work. He allowed Ranboo to get off his arm towards the meal, then sat down at his seat. So, the two sat there in silence, the naga eating as much of he could of the bowl’s contents and Techno writing away, most likely plans to demolish a government.

…

“I uh-“, Ranboo broke the silence. He wanted to tell Techno, but he was worried about what Techno would think of such things. Then Techno hummed, an indication he was listening. Great now he had to tell him, didn’t he?

“I’m worried…”

“About what?”

“About uh- Tommy and Tubbo…”.

Techno turned to face Ranboo but it wasn’t with malice or anything, if anything it was of concern. “How come? Is something the matter?”. “I- I kind of left without warning- So, I’m worried that the two will come looking for me, and in this weather, it won’t be good for the two…”.

He coiled in himself sightly, worried for the Piglin’s response of anger.

Instead, a gentle finger ruffled the naga’s hair, “We can go look for them if you want?”. Techno’s face was soft and gentle, meaning that the gesture was genuine, but Ranboo couldn’t help but question that fact. “B-But I thought you-“

“Hated them?”, he was cut off. A sigh came from Techno as he pinched his snout. “I don’t, rather it’s displeasure. Even though what they’ve done, I’ve never hated them for that fact.”, “W-why?”, “Because, well… If you think about it, Tubbo was a young president, wasn’t he?”.

Ranboo nodded, “That means he had a council, meaning he was under the influence of others, that he in fact didn’t quite have full control. As for Tommy, I may have a fact to confess. Didn’t really want to announce it but I might as well”.

He continued as he picked up a piece of paper from the side, “A crow recently came to me with a letter, it was strange because Phil lived next door. But, the letter itself wasn’t from Phil, it was from-“, “Tommy?”, “Yes”.

“He sent a letter of apology yesterday, stating regret for his actions and such. Wishing to work on what he had messed up”. Ranboo perked up at that fact, he knew he and Tommy had discussed Tommy’s past actions and such, but he didn’t think Tommy would live up to it.

“Wow- I didn’t think-“, “Yeah, I was surprised as well. But it seems the boy is changing. So, I’m more than happy to help. Besides, after all you’ve done for me, I think I owe you a favour or two, don’t I?”

“What?! No, No! No-“, a giant finger pressed to small lips. Well, it seems he couldn’t quite argue with Techno at this point.

Then, he shivered. It surprised him because he hadn’t noticed it had gotten so cold. In fact, it seemed that the snowstorm outside was picking up. He looked to Techno, “As much as I appreciate the offer Techno it’s freezing outside.”.

Techno hummed, “Piglins can handle cold temperatures. Actually, I’d be completely warm during the whole storm. Now, come here.”.

Techno lent his hand again, confused he looked at Technoblade’s face. “What?”, “Aren’t you going to come with me?”, “I- Techno it’s-“. “It’s fine, I’ll store you”.

Ranboo sighed in defeat and coiled around Techno’s hand securely as Techno brought Ranboo towards his face. “Y’know it’ll be better than out here; I’m built for the nether.”. Ranboo hummed in response and hissed softly, showing he was comfortable with that fact.

Then, it began as Techno opened his maw wide for the Naga to slip inside. Ranboo shrieked back slightly at the sight of the number of sharp fangs on display. In a second, Techno’s tongue wrapped around his torso in a comforting matter as it picked him up and brought him into the man’s mouth.

It was undoubtedly warm as Ranboo instinctively hugged the tongue that now laid beneath him. To which it responded by giving him a few licks. The mouth vibrated slightly as he could hear purrs admitting from Techno’s throat.

To which the tongue then began to quickly poke and wrap around him a bit more, it seemed that Techno was rather enjoying the Naga’s taste. (Most probably due to the fact that for Techno, it tasted like a mix of Vanilla and Chocolate.).

Despite the mouth itself is warm and comfortable, it couldn’t quite be the same for his tail as he hung out from the mouth between Techno’s lips. Then, the mouth shifted upwards slightly. Not enough for Ranboo to slip down but rather an indication of communication.

Ranboo picked up on that, so he responded by rubbing the roof of the mouth, allowing Techno to know that he had the approval of swallowing. And so, the room shifted more upwards as Ranboo slipped into the entrance of the throat, to which he was gently swallowed.

The purring increased as his throat pressed up against him, it was squeezing him but not in an uncomfortable manner. He almost made him want to laugh as he was still technically outside with his tail.

In a fun manner, he moved his tail slightly. Techno’s purring then stopped suddenly, it confused him as he heard nothing from the Piglin, only the feeling of the throat pressing him down. But suddenly, he made him almost want to laugh as a tickling sensation was felt on his tail.

Techno slurped up his tail like a noodle and swallowed and continued until Ranboo landed in his stomach. And when he did, Ranboo couldn’t help but laugh after what played out, in fact, it had actually cheered him up of his worries.

“Thanks, Tech, I needed that.”, Techno hummed “No worries just get comfortable, I gotta find two other brats now.”. A comforting rub could be felt from the walls, he rubbed back with a smile.

Techno then grabbed his cape and crown, opening the doors to a barreling amount of snow attacking his face, but shook it off as he had to find two maniacs that were probably wandering around in the snow.

He smiled, it had actually been a while since he had stored somebody. The last time he had done so was with Tommy, hiding him from Dream. He actually missed the boy...

At least for now Ranboo was safe and comfortable, now he had to worry about those other two idiots.

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #dsmp g/t #shushi's writings #giant!techno #tiny!ranboo #tiny!tommy #tiny!tubbo #tw vore

[keorami]

I guess some people liked my previous post about c!Dream's diary so I can post more? At the very worst I'll be screaming into the void which is not that bad honestly It's mostly Syndicate shenanigans featuring Dream. There's a lot of crack, some fluff and little angst, as I think we all need a break right now. Enjoy!

It's kind of long, so I'll put it under a Read More! How did I write this much...

While he feels comfortable enough to laugh around Techno, Dream is too scared to make... any noise really, around the rest of the Syndicate. So the only way he communicates is through a notepad.

He's allowed in the Syndicate meeting since currently they're trying to destroy the prison and he knows the most about it ("I already gave you the plans, Tech, do I really need to-" "Yes.") but he doesn't contribute that much. At most he'll add a detail that he remembered but otherwise it's like he's not even there.

And if you know how the Syndicate really is, you know that they don't stay serious for long. They're basically a more dangerous than average book club.

"Okay, we have a plan. Now we get to the fun part."

The fun part, as Dream would soon discover, is not actually enacting said plan, but actually a... tea party?

No seriously, Niki pulled out some freshly baked cookies, Phil apparently had some tea boiling (when???) and Techno and Ranboo were chatting about... something. He doesn't want to listen in and risk being seen as suspicious. He's on thin enough ice already.

So he just observes.

It's been a while seen he's seen people so... casually. Like friends. He's not Techno's friend. Is he?

It reminds him of what he wanted to achieve. 'One big, happy family'... Look how that turned out.

...He doesn't think now is the right time to throw himself a pity party. He brought this upon himself.

When he zones back in, Techno and Ranboo are now having a heated argument about something and he tries his best (and fails) not to flinch. Maybe the pity party is not such a bad idea anymore.

"Ranboo, I ask this in the nicest way possible, but what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Excuse you! I'm normal! You're the weird one!"

W-Would it be rude if he just... left? Maybe they wouldn't even notice?

"I'm the weird one for eating pasta properly?!"

"Everyone knows you're supposed to eat it with a straw!"

...Pasta. They were arguing about pasta. He should have expected this, the Syndicate seems to be passionate about the stupidest stuff, of course they'd have a debate over the right way to eat pasta. That calms him down... slightly. They're still too loud.

Then he replays what he just heard.

Who the fuck eats pasta with a straw?

Well, Ranboo apparently. He can't imagine- actually, maybe...

Oh Prime. The mental image should not be that funny. Ranboo slurping up spaghetti with a straw should not be that funny. Why is it so funny? What had his sense of humor become? Did he ever have one in the first place? He can't help the giggles that escape him.

It's only when everyone freezes and looks at him that he realised what he had just done.

Oh no.

Did he fuck up? Are they angry? Will he get kicked out?

"See? Even Dream finds it ridiculous!"

They... didn't even comment on it. Is that a good thing?

"Ranboo, I'm sorry but no one eats pasta like that."

"Not you too Niki!"

There's a warm cup of tea set in front of him. It has a nice, floral scent that instantly soothes his nerves.

"Here you go mate."

He looks up at Phil who gives him a warm smile in return. It's weird to see that kind of expression directed at him... but in a good way? He thinks?

Niki slides the cookie tray his way and, after a bit of hesitation, he takes one from the bunch. It smells really good... Niki had always liked baking, didn't she? Why is he remembering this now?

He nibbles on his cookie as he watches the argument go from pasta to Ranboo's... interesting... attempt at baking a cake. Which he brought with him, for some reason. Even Dream with his limited knowledge in cooking can tell that it won't taste good. Well, that, and Niki looks absolutely horrified.

"Ranboo! What is that?"

"...My cake?"

He hears Phil mumble an "Is it even a cake at this point...?" that he can't help but agree with. How much frosting did he put on that thing...?

"Oh come on guys, at least try it!"

Niki's face makes it abundantly clear that she won't even touch the thing, Phil is all of a sudden too busy drinking his tea at the slowest pace possible to avoid answering, and Techno...

"No offence, but I'd rather give up potatoes for a month."

Ouch.

And that left him. To be honest, he doesn't want to eat it either, but... they're already doing so much for him, letting him live in the arctic after breaking him out, and they have been the only people treating him decently in a while. He can't say no.

So he meekly raises his hand, and prepares for the worst.

"...Thanks Dream!"

Dream can't tell if Ranboo is happy about someone willing to try his "cake", or getting to kill Dream with it. Well, there can't be a death worse than bleeding out all alone in an obsidian cell right?

Ranboo cuts a piece... which immediately falls over under the weight of the frosting. Dream can tell he's not about to have a good time. Phil and Niki look at him in sympathy.

He picks up the spoon of frosting cake and is about to put it in his mouth when a hand slaps it away. He jumps.

"Sorry." Comes the surprisingly genuine apology from Technoblade. "But I'm not letting you die like this after all the trouble we went through to get you out."

He was joking about the "better way to die" part, you know? Now he's getting genuinely worried.

'It's fine, really, it's just a cake.'

"Dream, I appreciate your sense of senseless sacrifice but this "cake" is just an abomination."

"Hey!"

...At least it can't be worse than poisonous potatoes? He barely remembers what frosting tastes like but it's probably true.

"Dude- okay you know what, give that to me."

He can't, because Techno snatches it away from him anyway. Rude...

"If I eat this and die I'm haunting you Ranboo."

"Wouldn't you still have two canon lives left at worst?"

'I thought Technoblade never dies?'

"I gotta be dramatic, don't ruin the moment."

Dream lets out a quiet snort, and he hopes nobody caught that. If Techno wants to eat the cake in his stead, he can't really stop him.

Dream watches as Techno's face morphs into one of disgust as soon as he puts the spoon in his mouth, and can't stop himself from erupting in his famous tea kettle wheeze. The others laugh with him, and even if the laughter makes his whole body shake and hurts his ribs, he's never felt more at peace.

#dreblr #this started out as a concept and ended up as a one-shot: my autobiography #i took several days to write this yet i still found a way to rush it #i know it's not that great but at least it's done #no beta we die like tommy in prison #i simply refuse to reread this again #everyone is so ooc it hurts #the ending is rushed bc i was getting impatient #this is why i don't write fics #also ranboo totally knew his cake was an abomination but he still wanted techno to eat it

[thatoneteadrinker666]

Calamari

Warning: soft vore, implied fatal vore

A small brain worm based on some au where Technoblade and Squidkid are mers. Read at your own risk I guess

They’d been playing this silly game for a while. Yet somehow he managed to dart away every single time, or find a little cranny to hide in, or somehow convince others to distract his pursuer. But today, today would be different. Techno could tell.

He was slower today. Squidkid, which was a very fitting name, wasn’t as quick as he usually was. Maybe he hadn’t gotten enough sleep. Maybe he hadn’t eaten in a while. But Techno was certain he couldn’t get away now.

He’d chased him into the most open of oceans, where no land was to be seen nor floor to be found. Nothing but blue in every direction. No rocks to hide under. Just him and Squidkid. Techno narrowed his eyes, watching the figure struggle to keep ahead, moving jerkily with no real pace at all. Slowly, but surely, he was catching up. Because here, in the absolute desert of the sea, is where Techno thrived. He could swim for miles without tiring. He was slow, but steady. He could keep up a pace, easy. His prey could not. When Squidkid finally gave up, he’d be satisfied. He’d get what he wanted, simply by being smarter.

Squidkid gasped for oxygen, forcing himself to take in and jet water to keep moving forward. Fatigue was clouding his mind. He couldn’t think. He just knew that he had to swim as far away from Techno as possible. Because if he was caught he was dead meat.

Of course, like all things, the game had to end. Squidkid went slower and slower, into reach. Techno lazily grabbed him around his middle, staring at his panting prey as they gave a pathetic attempt at escape, trying to squeeze themselves out of his grasp. Normally he would’ve gotten a clever retort or a name. Not a peep. Nothing. And while he could have gloated, said some great speech about how he knew he’d be triumphant, Techno was hungry. Plus, what was this but another win for him. So what if the prey could talk. Food was food. Techno opened his mouth and shoved the squid in, roughly closing his jaws around him just enough to force out a yelp.

Techno just tasted salt. He wasn’t really sure what he expected. With a shrug he threw his head back and gulped strongly, which left only Squidkid’s two longest tentacles out in the open. He chuckled as they smacked at his lips and face before slurping them up and easily swallowing the squid down. The whale mer waited until he felt his meal fully enter his stomach before surfacing and taking a breath. He probably wouldn’t have to eat much tomorrow. Ignoring the squirming in his stomach, Techno dove back under and swam for his territory.

#tw vore #g/t vore #tw fatal vore #mcyt vore #mcyt g/t vore

[dreamteamspace]

MCYT subway au Part 3 because I’m a sucker for attention and the 2 ppl who made part 1 and 2 noticed me

Holiday Shift

- Everybody who works on the holiday gets double. Those that can’t work have to put their name on a list. Lowest entries and those that don’t enter need to work the shift. It’s Phil’s idea don’t ask

- George is the first to put his name there but Sapnap skribbles it out and makes sure everybody else gets their name in first. It’s his punishment for leaving Dream and him alone for rush hour when Karl was sick. Dream wasn’t all that mad but Sapnap Will Not let that shit slide

- Tommy gladly takes the oppertunity to not have to spend the entire day awkwardly hugging relatives and being told to keep their elbows off the table. Convinces Tubbo to join them, supposedly for the Money

- Dream: “So Karl did you put your name on the list yet?” Karl: “What list??”

- Shift staffing: George, Tubbo, Tommy and Karl

- George becomes the reluctant babysitter of what feels like three kids

- “Karl stop WASTING the bread we NEED THAT.”

- Tommy is told to go pull what they need for monday out of the freezer. Tubbo offers to come with him and holds his hand the entire time. They’re best friends your honor. Tommy promises Tubbo to make it up to him

- George does about 60% of the work on a four person shift. Swears to murder Sapnap on sight. Probably slaps a pastry in his face later

Promotion pt. 4: Taking Over

- Tommy begs Techno to join in support of Wilbur. Techno reluctantly agrees because he can’t really say no to Tommy and because he doesn’t really want to become manager anyway (too much paperwork and he’s fixating on the origins of vedgetables) 

- Tommy now adds #WilburForManager to his pogway stickers. Wilbur is also reluctantly Growing Soft in face of Tommy’s undying support

- Nobody knows why, but Quackity has the unspoken ability to make Schlatt give him sick leave or remove him from shift?? All Quackity has to do is point to his phone and give Schlatt a smug Look.

- Ppl are suspicious but really Quackity just has a video of Schlatt kissing a baby kitten in the face and talking to it in a high pitched soft voice

- Wilbur needs to visit extended family and leaves for 2 weeks. The day before he leaves is surprisingly light-hearted and Wilbur admits that Schlatt isn’t the worst manager imaginable. He lets them waste things sometimes and has yet to give anybody a cut for not showing up to a shift

- Dream can’t openly go against Schlatt, silently wishing he’d just put the milk in The Right Spot before his shift. But no. It never is. It’s always somewhere else. Always.

- Schlatt continues to place things in slightly different places than they belong and following his whim more than the rules. One time he didn’t order the dark chocolate cakes they sell because “Who likes those anyway”

- Phil is there more often to make sure Wilbur’s work is covered. The war continues to rage in stolen glares and misplaced ingredients.

- Bad and Skeppy are slowly genuinely growing concerned, watching the whole thing go down like a movie.

Promotion pt. 5: Adopted On Sight

- Schlatt tells Tubbo he’s doing great One Time because he literally saved Schlatt’s ass from being fired for the whole cakes thing by biking it to the nearest store that sells them and getting some

- Tubbo will now follow Schlatt around to ask him how he’s doing, if he did everything right, if he needs any help, how his morning went so far

- Schlatt does Not Know how to handle Tubbo and suddenly wishes for Wilbur to just Come Back and Take His Kid. Tubbo wishes him a good morning and good night every single day. How is he supposed to keep up his tough old man appearance like this

- Tommy is still on Wilbur’s side and purposefully makes Schlatt’s life just a little more difficult. Small pranks. Stickers on the cakes, wasting them. Writing #TommySupremacy on the sandwhich wraps with markers while nobody is looking. Taking 4 chairs to the back to stack them on top of eachother and stand on them to reach the ceiling. Being the teenager he is.

- Tubbo think it’s funny and that’s the main thing keeping him going really

- Schlatt confronts Tommy but with no results. He turns to Phil to ask him what to do and Phil is like, you don’t do anything. That’s just Tommy for you. Usually Wilbur keeps him occupied with the Dreamon hunting and now he has too much free time

- Quackity is using the blackmail more and more. Does he even work here anymore? When was the last time anybody saw him apart from looting the expired sodas? He’s the only one who can order avocados on a spanish site online that don’t cost their weight in gold

- But as it tends to be with good friends, Schlatt knows the amount of blackmail he has is enough to fill everybody’s need for drama here for the rest of the year. Also he can’t say no to Quackity

- Fundy recieves yet another apology card from Wilbur from Ireland, a whole postcard with a picture attached and a little doodle of a fox. He finally caves and forgives him, now refusing to do Schlatt’s work anymore.

- Dream is Popping Off. Nobody can stop him from working once he starts. He’s 2 months ahead on Literally Everything. Somebody help him

Promotion pt. 6: The Finale I promise

- Wilbur returns! Schlatt is THIS close to throwing in the towel

- Tubbo says he wants another sleepover, wanting to de-escalate the whole manager war. Tommy has to stay true to his promise in the freezer and they convince Wilbur together. Techno was on board before they even asked

- Unbeknowedst to them, the Dream Team + Karl wanted to stay in that night as well to sabotage Schlatt

- Both groups stare at eachother in confusion at first

-They combine their resources to figure out a way to sabotage Schlatt. Dream is growing increasingly quiet and unsure while Tommy stares at The Adults with dissapointment. Tubbo tries to get a word in about how Schlatt isn’t That Bad but they all yell over him. “The milk, Tubbo! Why can’t he put the milk back like a normal person!”

- Eventually Tommy pulls out his bravery and tells everyone to Shut Up

- Everyone stares at eachother

-Tommy: “How come you guys yelling over bullying somebody out of their work sounds less mature than when my literal nephews are screaming at eachother over 10 year old pokemon cards??“

- The adults stare at eachother even harder

- Dream shyly clears his throat. “From an outsider perspective, you know, uh, I should probably be fired for plotting against a fellow manager-“

- Wilbur finally finds his tongue. “Maybe this wasn’t the most... mature idea.”

- Everybody carefully agrees to apologize to schlatt and never speak of this again. Tommy has unknowingly gotten a lot more pranking rights

- They spend the rest of the night organizing the storage, hunting Dreamon, Dream telling them about that one time he ate a living frog, and taking turns playing some free racing game on Karl’s switch

- Lots of laughter, return to their shifts the next day

- They wait for Schlatt to come in to work and pull him to the back. Only Bad and Skeppy are already allowed inside while they keep the doors locked for anybody else

- Dream issues a formal apology to him and tells him everything, and Wilbur jockingly mentions they were really close to pouring food coloring into his rubber gloves as they try to laugh it off

- Schlatt stares at them

- “You know what? I quit. I don’t want to be the manager anymore. I feel like the dad of lord knows how many kids. Phil is some kind of angel. Wilbur please adopt Tubbo and Tommy again, as long as our store isn’t on fire I’m never going to complain about them ever again. Dream you might wanna phone Quackity.”

Insiders

- After a good, short era of peace within the establishment, the Drama Bois are getting bored and latching onto new things

- The bets on whether Skeppy and Bad are a couple or not are getting ever higher, especially as they’ve started letting them behind the counter. They figured out pretty quickly that they’re officially not together, but that just makes the betting all the more exciting. Do they like eachother? Are they hiding it? Are they just really good friends? Are they THAT oblivious or just really good at covering it up??

- Bad especially becomes good friends with Dream, George and Sapnap, and yet they’re all just as split as everyone else on whether he likes Skeppy or not

- Bad pretends to be but is in fact not oblivious to this at all

- Dream especially will often tell them they’re being VERY close to eachother or how cute they are next to eachother, revelling in teasing his friend, especially as Bad will sometimes start to get flustered while Skeppy manages to somehow stay 100% cool

- One day when a middle aged white woman is extremely unhappy with her order she starts talking down on George about being uneducated, and too clumsy for being useful at all, and how they should fire him. George asks her if he should just get the manager and she gladly agrees, only for Dream to swoop out of a back room, a good head taller than her, and sternly tell her if she can’t treat employees like human beings then he will ban her from the establishment immedietly. The woman stutters, takes her order and leaves, cursing something as she goes.

- Bad and Skeppy were sitting at a table nearby quietly the entire time, and Bad has this a-little-too-wide smile on his face.

- Dream murmurs something about having to go, but the seeds are planted. The idea has bloomed. Bad is ready to get his teasing revenge.

- Just as they’re closing, George puts away the milk that Dream left on the counter, telling Dream that he’s putting it away. Bad: “Wow George, that’s so thoughtful of you!” George: “???”

- Dream, softly telling George he can go home earlier and he’ll take the rest of the shift so George can catch up on sleep: “It’s okay, just go. I’ve got this.”

- Bad, just as George left, slurping his milkshake innocently while Wilbur and Sapnap are in earshot: “Awww, Dream! That was SO nice of you!”

- Dream, knowing exactly what this is for: “I’m just... nice to my friends!“

- Bad: “Really?! How many times do you let Sapnap go home earlier?” Sapnap: “You let George go earlier AGAIN?” Wilbur, having waited his entire life for someone to finally notice this: “George is getting so much favored treatment, Dream. But you’re really just good friends, right?“

- If looks could kill they’d all be dead at that point. Especially Bad, who continues slurping his milkshake as the chaos unfolds and Dream knows there’s no escape

@labbyyyyy @karlljacobs

#mcyt #subway au #mcyt subway au #dreamteamspace speaks #i dont have a tag list #space writes #i just have to tag the two ppl in charge #feel free to toss this to the ppl in the taglist if u wanna #since its technically unofficial #im burnt out for now but dont think im consistent #i could drop another 2k words out of nowhere at any given moment #like some kind of writing cryptid #ive also never worked at subway before #if you couldnt already tell lol #slkdfjsdf #this doesnt have to be canon #i just wanted to wrap up the arc? from before #arc. character arc. #I put a character arc that is 2 posts and 6 parts long. #in a shitpost #about youtubers working at subway #this is my life now #and i am okay with this #fav #yes im fav-ing my own post

[wren-writes68]

AYO ANON TIME!!

I love the idea of tiny nagas, maybe g!tommy surging up all of his naga friends to have a nice full tummy!!

Yes thank you for this cute promt...should I maybe just add a bit of

✨ spice ✨

“I’m getting Chinese what do you guys want” tommy yelled from the kitchen walking into the living room entrance as the 5 nagas on his couch all shouted their order at once, Wilbur and techno getting in a fight about who got to order first. Tommy had ordered spicy noddles and sushi. Much to the twos dismay, they had been fighting and hadn’t heard what had been ordered and now were fighting about who’s fault it was.

Chinese came and soon the tiny nagas were lost among the food, Ranboo and techno getting lost in with the sushi they were trying to carve open, tubbo and Wilbur blending in with Tommy’s spicy noodles, and Phil watching from the side and occasionally pointing out the other two when he could. Tommy laughed as Wilbur jumped on tubbo and missed as Tubbo’s dark green brown pattern got lost in the noodles, Wilbur tried again getting the dark sauce mix on himself and ending up wrapped in noodles trying to get it off.

Wilbur had been trying to get untangled as tubbo laughed at him, Tommy seemed to get the idea as Wilbur was picked up out of the spicy noodles. Wilbur went to say a quick thanks to tommy before giant lips sealed around wilburs top half before tommy slurped up the rest of him. Tubbo had watched sad as Wilbur was freed, Tubbo’s pity party only lasted a short while before Wilbur was slurped up by the human like the noodles he was sitting in. “Tommy what the fuck big man!?” Tubbo yelled up getting both Phil and Tommy’s attention, tommy swallowing down his food, and friend, as he went to ask what was wrong. “Where’s wil Phil questioned interrupting whatever conversation was about to take place, tommy reached down to tubbo with chop sticks, not wanting to get sticky, and tubbo simply just laughed and said “down there” tubbo said laughing about how confused they both looked. After a minute or seemed to click for Phil, Tommy however didn’t get it until Wilbur decided to rub at Tommy’s stomach the young blond practically purring at the sensation. Tommy decided one more couldn’t hurt and brought tubbo up to his mouth to lick at the sauce tubbo had gotten drenched in before plopping the boys front half in his mouth and slurping him up as well, earning a laugh from the naga. As tommy set tubbo down on his tongue Phil slithered up, “room for one more mate” Phil laughed tommy grabbing Phil with his hands and dangling the small at eye level. Tommy smiled and dunked Phil in some soy that came with the sushi, Ranboo and techno were to occupied to notice as the small naga was picked back up and lowered into Tommy’s mouth.

Tommy hadn’t gotten savored tubbo and wilburs taste but he swirled Phil around humming at the taste of the older naga, “Tommy your drooling” techno said causing a flustered tommy to swallow down Phil and apologize for, or deny, drooling, “were the noodles that good?” Ranboo asked though he was laughing a bit as tommy rubbed the back of his neck, “yea something like that.” The two couldn’t see it but under the table but when Tommy’s hand went down it settled on his stomach. Two of the three swallowed nagas started causing havoc, slithering around and hitting on Tommy’s gut when they started rolling around play fighting, Phil however was curled up in the folds of the stomach gently rubbing at the walls and taking in all the heat he could get.

“Yes!” Ranboo cheered as finally got the sushi roll open so the could get straight to the fish part, techno had said it defeated the purpose but went along anyway as the two started to eat just the insides. Once the two were finished tommy reached over grabbing a nearby roll and dipping it in sushi before eating it, “hey where did phil go?” Techno asked looking over at Tommy’s noodle bowl, “hmm? Oh I’ll show you here give me a second!” Tommy said after swallowing the first roll. Tommy smiled using his chopsticks to roll the sushi roll back up around the two tiny nagas, “hey tommy you said you were going to tell us where Phil was, how does this help?” Ranboo asked, “I said I’d show you not tell you” tommy replied picking up the roll and shoving it and the two remaining nagas into his mouth.

Tommy had to chew the roll but made sure to keep techno and Ranboo away from his teeth, Ranboo clinging to techno for support. Techno allowed Ranboo to hang to him as the dual colored naga quietly freaked out, “were fine” techno said, the same thing had happened before ranboo had moved in where tommy had eaten one of them and soon they were all curled up in the warm stomach, techno would never acknowledge but he kinda enjoyed it. Ranboo yelled out as he was pushed in the way of the teeth Tommy’s tongue pushing him back effortlessly before the blond continued to chew and swallow the sushi around them, “see fine, Tommy’s paying attention” techno huffed as Ranboo clung mush tighter to him, b-but he’s going to eat us!?” Ranboo yelled right next to techno’s ear making him flinch, “yes and we’re going to be fine our scales are too hard to be digested.” Ranboo hesitates for a bit, especially after tommy tilted his head back a bit silently telling then he was ready. Soon however the fearful naga laid down next to techno as the older gently pat the muscle below them.

Tommy swallowed the last two down just as tubbo and Wilbur got settled around where Phil was. Ranboo and techno fell into the already very full stomach as tommy rubbed on the prominent bump under his shirt. Feeling the two curl up in the little pile they usually slept in tommy reached over to pick up the food but feeling full and tiered tommy just decided to put on some tv as he drifted off.

Ranboo looked around the area, night vision being really helpful as his new family, even tommy, slept peacefully. Ranboo was apprehensive but found the gurgling of the stomach to be somewhat comforting as the food dissolved around them and the juices completely ignored him. “night Tommy” Ranboo sighed patting the wall which earned him a pleased hum from the human and the light weight of the hand to press down a little closer. Ranboo curled up intertwined with the ones he loved and drifted off to sleep content, full, and happy.

Done, I was kidding about the spice just wondering how far you’d get before realizing there was no angst or anything.

Hope you enjoyed

#tw vore #tommy and tubbo #ranboo and tommy #tommy and phil #tommy and wilbur #tommy and techno #mcyt g/t

[officalaizawa003]

The spy part 7 (dsmp au lore)

After a day or two of drinking healing potions and resting, Tommy was able to stand again. But due to him being out in that snow storm, some of his mucsles sorta froze and his legs ALMOST got frostbite. So for a week, tommy practiced on walking around the room until he could walk almost fully again.

Technoblade: You've healed well Tommy. Im happy to see you like this again.

Tommy smiled weakly before looking away. Guilt had been eating up at him ever since Techno saved him. He knew he had to tell Techno. But now was not the time. He had to talk to phil. Without a word to techno, he limped towards the door and to phil's house. Techno knew something was up with Tommy. But what? He searched around and found tommy's book by the pond. It was covered in snow so he dusted it off and turned it over. It was on the first page which spelt: Misson: Collect info on Philza and Technoblade and turn it into Quackity.

Technoblade couldnt believe it. For weeks he's been caring and feeding and healing him and for what? To find out the only reason Tommy was here was to spy on him. He'd kill him....

Meanwhile with Tommy...He walked through Phil's door and looked around. Philza's cape, coat, and hat were hanging from a rack. A picture of wilbur and himself were on the wall. It looked just like the house of a father. He climbed up the ladder and saw phil slurping the reminder of his soup out of his bowl, sitting on the edge of his bed. Phil didnt have a shirt on but his torso was being covered by bandages. Phil had his face in the bowl so he didnt notice tommy at first. But when he set down the bowl he looked up and jumped back slightly. They looked at each other. After he blew up lmanburg with Techno, he and Tommy had an agrument and hadnt spoken since. Philza stood up quickly, ignoring the pain that he felt. Tommy stood up straight, also pretending that he wasnt hurt at all. He watched as Phil limped towards him slowly at first, before speeding up and embracing Tommy in a hug.

Philza: Tommy...Im sorry.

Tommy stood still, frozen before hugging back: Phil I- I messed up..

Phil knelt down and looked at him face to face: No no its okay m8! Everything you said...I-I forgive it all! I didnt believe Ranboo when he said he found you outside bleeding out! I just...*sigh* im really sorry tom.

Tommy: Thank you Phil but thats not what I meant....

Phil: Come on..lets talk.

Tommy explained everything to Phil from start to finish and Phil listened. Phil looked shocked.

Phil: Quackity threatened you? That motherfucker-

Tommy: Calm down phil. I dont think Quackity will be very threatened by you hitting him with your cane, old man.

Philza: Why is everyone calling me old today?!

Philza and tommy laughed before tommy went serious again. "So what do I do."

"You tell him everything. Techno may seem harsh sometimes but he hates when someone threatens someone he cares about."

Tommy nodded and thanked Phil before leaving. He limped back to Techno's house before being slammed against the wall and having an axe put to his throat by Technoblade. " You betrayed me again Tommy."

"W-what I didnt-"

Technoblade held up Tommy's book before throwing it across the room. " Dont lie to me Tommy. I know everything you wrote and everything you saw. And you know what they say: Dead men tell no tales!"

"Techno let me explain!"

"Alright you got 30 seconds. 10...20..3-"

Tommy quickly shouted, '"Quackity threatened to kill me if I didnt!"

Technoblade stopped before letting Tommy go. " What did you say..?"

"I wandered into las nevadas after being banned from going there and I was caught. He told me if I didnt spy on you and Phil, he'd kill me. He gave me the potions. He gave me the book. He made me do it all! I wanted to tell you sooner but I was scared you'd kill me before I got the chance to explain myself. Please you gotta believe me."

Techno sighed and gripped his axe harder. He drew his arm back and...

#dsmp au #dsmp #dsmp wilbur #wilbur soot #dream smp #tommyinnit #dmsp #ranboo #philza minecraft #philza #technoblade #dsmp techno #dream smp techno #tommy #tommy mcyt #dsmp tommy #dsmp tommyinnit #dsmp lore #ranboo lore

[noodles-07]

Tell me everything you can about your Warriors AU. Drown me in nerdiness, i will slurp it like soup, i will absorb it like a goddamn sponge. Loredump until you hit the character limit, i will read and obsess over every syllable. /gen

pretend this isn't like a week late

sosososo there are three clans in this au!!

Quarryclan (discount thunderclan), which includes Dream, Sapnap, George, Illumina, Fruitberries, and more! they live in a pretty sparse forest, with their camp in an abandoned quarry! Dream is their leader, named Cloudstar, with Sapnap (Firebird) as his deputy and Bad (Blackpelt) as the medicine cat!!

Sunclan is basically wish dot com skyclan!! Phil (Crowstar) is the leader, Techno who doesn't have an official warrior name yet is the deputy and Ponk (Lemonmask) is the medicine cat!!! they live in a dense forest at the base of a mountain, and more than a few cats have been carried off by birds of prey while hunting on the mountain :( because of that they're known for being 'bleeding hearts' and taking in a lot of rogues and loners, partly because they need more paws to hunt and fight and partly because they understand how dangerous it is outside of their forest!

and then Meadowclan!!! they're basically hermitcraft and empires meets windclan!!! the fall before the main story begins they have a really big battle! a big rogue group attacked the camp (led by Xornoth, Scott's brother, who had been exiled a few moons before) and they barely won thanks to Shubble (Mushroomkit/paw) running to Quarryclan for backup! Scott (Flowerstar) ended up having to step up and become their leader, thanks to the leader and deputy before him being assassinated by the rogues and not having a chance to elect another leader!

AND THEN THE MAIN CHARATCERS HJKSDGKJSD

A group of kittypets and loners who had to leave their homes after a really big fire :(

Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Sally, Eret, and Fundy!

They go looking for somewhere to live after the fire and end up settling down in clan territory! Sally is super pregnant during their journey and dies giving birth to Fundy :(

it basically goes

Wilbur: we would like to live here so I can raise my newborn daughter and protect the younger cats please Dream: no Wilbur: what if we become a clan and follow your rules? Dream: no Scott and Phil: sure Dream: Wilbur :D Dream: >:(

#kibby au #tw caps #feel free to ask more questions :DDDD infodumping my beloved

[shushiyuii]

tiny!mer tommy with giant human sbi member noms

HAHAHAHA ANGST TIME, i'm kidding. its all fluff! MUHAHAHAAHAA!

Warnings: Soft vore

Words: 1.4K+

(@ghostan0n here you guys go!)

Tommy swam and splashed happily around his pond. The pond was a fair size considering Tommy was only about half a foot in height, not only that but the pond had a good ecosystem going for it with no other Mers around, meaning it was the perfect safe haven for the little Mer.

Growing up Tommy had been the runt of him and his siblings and because of the smaller size, he got blown away in a current from his family at a young, leaving him to learn to survive without the help of his parents.

He luckily found the pond, so it greatly helped him in surviving. He learnt how to live completely on his own.

He wasn’t alone though; he did have some frequent visitors.

“Tommy! We got you some treats!”. Tommy slowly and sneakily made his way to the surface, out of the way from the human’s view, to deem this treat worthy of his feast.

Surprisingly it was his favourite, little choc chips. They were sweet and full of flavour! Tommy loved them! He dove back under the water and happily pounced onto Wilbur’s hand. “There you are!”, he was just smaller than Wilbur’s hand.

He chirped back happily and began to eat his chocolate, he wasn’t allowed much and afterwards Wilbur was supposed to give him fish food, which wasn’t the worst food out there, but it tasted rather bland if he was honest.

Wilbur chuckled as he witnessed Tommy straight up gobbling the chocolate with what he could with small fangs. He honestly found it adorable. “You doing okay, Today?”, Tommy chirped happily in response.

Sadly, Tommy couldn’t speak English, only understand it. He learnt it through many years of living in the lake. But what he could speak was his own language known as Oceanian, which consisted of thrills and chirps.

And luckily for Tommy they had a translator as Wilbur’s dad, Phil worked with Mers and had a good understanding of the language. Meaning he could communicate with them. Only with Phil present though, he had yet to learn sign language.

Once Tommy was finished with his chocolate, he dove back into the water as he couldn’t stay on the surface forever.

Tommy is honestly quite happy where he is now, he would never want to leave the pond. It was his home now and Wilbur, Techno and Phil were his family, even with the creature difference.

Tommy gestured for Wilbur to join him in the pond and play. “You wanna play?”, he got a splash in response. So, Wilbur happily walked into the pond, with it barely being his knees length he could easily sit down.

Once he did sit down, Tommy swam around his legs. Breaching the surface much like a dolphin now and again. It made Wilbur happy to see Tommy happy as cheesy as that was.

“So, what’s happening in Tommy’s chaotic life Today?”. Tommy stopped for a minute and surfaced his upper body. He pinched his chin in a thinking position until he seemed to remember something.

Tommy dove back into the water and didn’t surface back up for a couple of minutes. It made Wilbur curious about what he was doing. Then Tommy came up to be carrying a small shell, which fit nicely into both arms.

“Another shell for my necklace, huh?”. Tommy nodded and chirped happily in response. Wilbur was going to have to drill a hole into this one in order to fit his necklace that was laced with shells already given to them.

It was always a gesture Tommy gave them; it was always a contest between the three of them who got the most shells from Tommy. And not to brag but Wilbur was winning.

Tommy continued to swim around Wilbur and getting the occasional hand cuddles, then it was time for bed, “Alright Toms, I think that’s enough for today.”. He whispered to the half-asleep Mer sleeping on his hand.

Tommy lazily chirped back as if saying “I don’t wanna sleep!”. But Wilbur moved so he could put Tommy into his grove.

But Tommy wasn’t having it, he clung onto Wilbur’s hand when he tried to retract it. “Tommy, it’s getting late! Phil will be mad if I don’t get home for dinner!”, he chirped back frustratingly in response.

“Tommy we can’t be arguing right now, I gotta go. I’m sorry”. Tommy began to aggressively chirp at Wilbur as if he were screaming profanities, he probably was. “Tommy! First, language! Second, I can’t stay! Sorry bud. I’ll come back tomorrow though”.

Tommy’s ear like fins lowered as he made the saddest puppy dog eyes he could. He didn’t want Wilbur to leave obviously. Wilbur sighed, “Why are you being so clingy today, huh?”.

Tommy thrilled sadly. “Alright, alright. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes, okay?”. Tommy finally let go of Wilbur, trusting him to come back and Wilbur wasn’t just going to let him down.

Wilbur made his way back to the house, “There you are Wil! How’s Tommy?”. He asked as he continued to cut the onions on the cutting board. “Just fine, he’s being really clingy Today.”.

“Ah, Mers can be like that sometimes, they don’t want their pod to leave.”, “Tommy wouldn’t let me leave one night actually, it was annoying”. Techno added, but it was clear no ill intent was there. It was just Techno’s way of being playful.

“Hey Dad, is it okay if I skip out on dinner tonight?”, Phil looked over with concern on his features. “How come?”, Wilbur stumbled on his words, whilst grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “Uhh-“.

Wilbur looked away when he couldn’t answer. There was a moment of awkward silence as Phil thought for a moment. Then he pieced it together. “Oh! Got it! Go ahead! Stay safe alright?”. He sighed in relief, “Will do!”. Then, he left the house back to the pond.

…

He then made his way back to the pond, “Tommy! I’m back!”. In a second Tommy was at the surface, swimming towards Wilbur. “Okay, you clingy bitch! You know what we’re going to do?”. He asked sarcastically. Tommy chirped back in determination. He knew what he was going to do.

Because of Phil’s job as a Mer biologist, a professional one at that. He knew a lot about Mers. And he made sure his kids knew a lot too. So, when the family met Tommy, they already were well aware of how to take care of the Mer.

That also included other things too, such as the fact Mer’s were able to be swallowed and safely be stored in a human’s stomach since they were acid-resistant. The first time Phil had done it so they could transport Tommy safely was rather shocking for Wilbur and Techno.

But then they did it themselves and were actually quite surprised it felt like a giant hug, so they honestly didn’t mind swallowing Tommy, they did it now and again. So, it seems like it was one of those days for Tommy.

“How about a challenge Toms?”, Tommy furrowed an eyebrow. “Try and land in my mouth. I dare you.”.

Tommy made a determined expression and quickly dove back into the water. Wilbur sat down, opened his mouth, and waited. After about a minute, Tommy breached the surface as high as he could. And missed.

So, he tried again, this time Wilbur gave him a helping hand and let Tommy land in his hands. And then quickly shoving him in his mouth, much to Tommy’s dismay. He wanted to do the challenge. It made Wilbur laugh as Tommy’s tail hung out of his mouth.

Tommy chirped angrily and slapped his tail against Wilbur’s chin. In response, Wilbur just softly swallowed, then proceeding to slurp up Tommy’s tail like a noodle. He then swallowed again and traced Tommy’s descent with his hand. Making sure his little brother was again.

Once he felt Tommy land in his stomach, he put a hand to his stomach. “You okay Toms?”. He got a chirp in response and felt Tommy get comfortable in his stomach. He signed in relief, he then grabbed his water bottle and chugged down the bottle. So, Tommy was sure to be safe.

“Alright, time for bed.”. He then made his way back home, grabbed his guitar and played a soft melody until he heard Tommy’s sleepy chirps. Then made his way to bed.

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #dsmp g/t #giant!wilbur #giant!techno #giant!phil #tiny!tommy #mer!tommy #tw vore #shushi's writings

[sxrrandomfanfics]

Free?

Argit learned early on in his life to be wary of anything free. Because it always came at a catch. Some little money while living on the streets? He, Turbo, and Kevin had suffered food thrown at them, cops trying to separate them, and more than a few times they had to fight their ways out of cars that people had forced them into.

He could survive a VERY long time without eating. It caused him no pain, and his stomach didn't growl like his brothers. He always insisted they eat first. And eat their fill. It didn't matter if he got nothing. He may have been the baby brother, but that meant his older siblings did everything they could to protect him. That meant his older siblings needed to eat more than he did.

Working at the Bodega was a blessing for all of them. A good source of technos and a roof to be put over their head. Argit understood the payment there. They got a home and some money in return for being good heroes and working at the store. And if they did anything bad Mr. Gar would punish them.

What he didn't get was Mr. Gar's wife.

Mrs. Garcia was very nice, and friendly. Much similar to those kidnappers that the boys ran into.

At first she was a little too friendly, calling Turbo by some other name and holding him close when they first met. She was also weird. After seeing Argit take out some weird Rat girl with his quills, she showed off she could do the same when she took out some of her own hair and threw it at the Snake man with the rat girl. But the best time had to be when it came to food.

She had made a very large bowl of something called spaghetti. Argit had known this trade before. Very rarely did the food not have anything in it to make one of his brothers vomit. Her large, tooth-gapped smile showed no malice, but Argit was still on the edge about her.

Kevin was the one to take the bowl of spaghetti from her and ate some of it for his dinner that night as Argit and Turbo got a larger amount of soup for themselves.

It smelled really good, and Kevin wasn't suffering any side effects...

When it was time to go to bed that night, Argit couldn't stay still. He didn't know why but he really wanted to try that spaghetti... He took glances into his brothers' rooms, making sure they were either distracted enough with their phones or already asleep. He then made his way through the hall over to the refrigerator. Opening it, he saw the big bowl. He already felt his mouth watering in anticipation.

He took off the top clear wrapping and took only a little bit of the spaghetti. Just enough so Kevin wouldn't notice. He took the plate and popped it into the microwave. It didn't matter when the microwave ended, there was no beep thanks to Kevin turning it off, so Argit sat on the counter across from the microwave and watched the food turn through the mesh-like door.

The thick tomatoey scent made his mouth water more, having to gulp down the saliva as the tip of his tail twitched. Once it was done he made sure to grab a fork, just to get a little taste. That was all he wanted. But oh man. That first bite.

Warm and heavy and savory and a hint of spice from whatever meat that was in the meal. Argit felt his eyes water a bit before he ditched the fork and went muzzle in on the meal. The meal for free.

His eating consisted of slurps and loud smacking noises until nothing solid was left. He then licked the plate that the spaghetti was on, getting all the sauce off and in his belly. And now that his night fast was broken, he felt he could eat more.

Surely his brothers would understand. He was nocturnal, much like his teenage brothers and they had eaten all they wanted. Surely he could indulge himself. He looked over to the bowl of spaghetti and gave a tentative taste of the cold. While not as good, he thought it tasted amazing and ate the rest of the spaghetti that night.

The very next day, Argit found himself on the kitchen floor with the clean green bowl right next to his face. Kevin had a bit of mock sadness at the lack of spaghetti, but there wasn't much time to waste. Saturday was an important work day, one of the busiest!

The boys had gone to work and started to open when Mrs. Carol Garcia walked over. "Did you boys enjoy the spaghetti?"

"It was great Mrs. Garcia!" Kevin smiled.

Argit balked, watching her reaction. "Yeah, it was good."

Mrs. Garcia beamed at that. "You three let me know if there's anything else you want me to make for you. I'd be happy to help you guys out!" She walked away to her Dojo and Argit felt his eyes sting a bit as his mouth curled into a smile.

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