#mer!ranboo

[colossal-red]

Water deep as loneliness Chapter One: Boating trip

Tw: Fear, fearplay, dehumanization, swearing, Safe and Unwilling Noms, messin around with humans like their ants and or play-things, that's about it, read with discretion- WC: 1,585 words

Tommy stared out at the water. He wasn’t the biggest fan of being out in the ocean, but there wasn’t much reason to stay on land. He’d heard that this fisherman was taking people out into the ocean on his fairly big boat, and he wanted to get away from his orphanage, so this was the best option. They left Essempi and were expecting to dock at L’Manburg in a few hours. He sighed, this was the perfect opportunity to get away, he just had to make sure none of the suspicious passengers didn’t stop him and ask where he was going, why he was alone, or why he had a full backpack. He saw someone try to come over and talk to him but excused himself quickly. He didn’t really like talking to people, and people didn’t really like talking to him, so he usually stayed away. He hid in the back of the boat, in between crates holding XD knows what.

He was debating on crawling inside one and seeing where he ended up when a loud crash was heard. It was like a boulder had hit the side of the ship. “What the fuck!” He whisper-shouted as he peeked out from his small corner in between and under boxes, he could hear people shouting before being cut off with a splash. He could’ve sworn that he was scaled in the water as he peeked over the edge, staying close to the floor. Oh, shit, he’d heard the legends of Mers, but he didn’t think they’d actually be real! He quickly hid in one of the crates, practically jumping inside the only open one and sealing it with a lid. He heard a few more shouts, but he ignored them as he closed his eyes and plugged his ears with his fingers…

“Aww, this one’s dead too!” Tubbo informed Ranboo as he circled around the nearly broken ship. He looked over to Boo as he emerged on the other side of the ship, shaking his head. He groaned a bit, “It’s no fun to play with dead ones…” The two continued searching for humans, but they only found more that drowned. “Hm, maybe next time we shouldn’t splash ‘em into the water.” Ranboo nodded, “Well, we could always just sink the boat?” Boo asked, it wasn’t that much fun, but it was something. They turned back to the boat but it was already sinking. The two collectively groaned, “Well at least we could get some food out of these crates.”

Tommy could hear the Mer’s searching through the rubble of the boat. He was thrown around quite a bit as the boat sunk, and was now floating in said crate from earlier, only had one eye hole to peek through at many other crates, floating in the ocean. Oh shit, he was going to die. He could feel himself start to hyperventilate as he drifted. The Mer’s continued to tear apart crates, he even caught a flash of scales everyonce in a while out of the peephole. Then he watched as the water disappeared, getting farther and farther away as the crate he was in was lifted up. “Oooooh…” he made a few noises, oofs, and urgs, all the way.

“Hmm, I think there’s something alive in this one!” Tubbo shouted out to Ranboo as he picked up another crate. This one was slightly heavier than the rest, but it was still extremely light. Ranboo swam over, peering into Tubbo’s palm where the small crate rested, smaller shorter than his pinkie, but slightly bigger in length than it. He reached out, slicing at the crate with his claw, prying it open. “Got it!” He proclaimed as he busted it open. He unceremoniously dumped all of the contents out, it was mostly straw, but then out came a smol human in a red and white shirt. “Ahhh!” It shouted as it fell out onto the palm.

Tommy quickly got to his feet when he landed on the somewhat warm and scaly palm. Holy fucking shit they were big. He gazed up, up, even further up at the Mer, they were smiling a large toothy smile as they stared down at him. The Mer holding (fuck he hated thinking about that) him made a noise, kinda like a shrill gentle screech. The fingers adjusted slightly, pulling him into a grip. “No, no no no!” They curled around him as he was lifted up for inspection. Oh, shit, he really was gonna die, and in such a horrible way. He fully expected the Mer to just eat him. But, that didn’t appear to be the case. He tried to work up the courage to speak, but no words came. He could hear another Mer behind him, but he couldn’t turn his head. “P-p-please…” he lightly whispered. It wasn’t super loud, but it was a word at least.

It didn’t appear like they heard him, they just kept on chittering between the two of them. This was fucking terrifying. They started swimming just in a random direction away from land, so that definitely wasn’t good. They came to a tame spot of the ocean that seemed to have a Coral Reef down below the water. They chittered all the way, making strange noises all the way. Tommy wished he knew what they were gonna do with him, he was surprised that he hadn’t died yet, from everything he’d heard about the legends of the Mer’s, he thought they’d have killed him already. Then something, unexpected happened.

The one holding him, started, counting. It made a noise, waited for a second, made another one, then made a final one a second later. That was when he threw The Human a far distance away. “AHHHHHH!” He simply shouted as he hit the cold water. He stayed submerged there until he spotted both mer’s gunning for him, hands stretched out as they tried to grab at him. They appeared to be fighting each other over who would catch him. As they did this, Tommy desperately tried to get to the surface. Until one clawed hand wrapped around him, it was rough and knocked the air out of his lungs. He was lifted out of the water and took in the air. More chittering was heard. Before another noise was heard from the water.

“Boys! It’s time for Dinner!” Tubbo groaned at Phil’s voice. He really wished they’d been able to play with the human a little more. “What should we do with it?” He asked Ranboo who was holding the human in a tight grip. “You might wanna, loosen that a bit.” He informed him. “Oh, yea.” He shifted the human to rest in his open palms. “Land is a bit too far away, but we could always keep him for a bit.” Tubbo nodded, “Yea, you can store it for a bit, we could continue tomorrow.” Ranboo nodded somewhat eagerly, as Tubbo disappeared to go placate Phil for a sec.

Tommy was glad when he was shifted to rest in the creature's palms. He really didn’t want that to happen again, and he was building his voice back up, as he was lifted high up, close to this Pricks face. “OI BI-“ He tries to shout with all of his ‘annoying’ gusto, but he was unceremoniously shoved into the Mer’s mouth, where he landed on the soft muscle of the creature's tongue. Oh shit. He backed up with urgency, poking himself on one of the sharp teeth. Oh Prime, this was it. He shouted as the wet tongue pushed him around, lathering him in Saliva. This was so gross, but the Mer ended up swallowing thickly, pushing him toward the dark tunnel that lay at the end. He shouted and screeched as he tried to avoid the tunnel. But it was fruitless as his legs got sucked into the tube.

The throat dragged him down deep inside the mer, he tried to fight it with everything he had, but it was far too late. He was gonna die, and he hadn’t done shit with his life. He held back his tears and shouted with outrage as he tried to climb back up, but the muscles forced him further down until he finally landed in a slightly lit-up room. But this wasn’t a room, this was his demise. He lay in there, just in shock at what had happened. This wasn’t how he wanted today to go, nor how he wanted to die. "Oi Prick face!" He shouted as loud as he could, "You better let me out of here or I'll fuck your stomach up!" He tried to beat up the stomach from the inside, prime he hated that word, but it didn't do shit. He resigned to just cryin in the corner, how brave.

Tubbo sat on his ‘bed’, waiting for Ranboo to come so they could get some dinner. Finally, the Black and White Mer came down. "What took ya so long Boo?" He asked, only Semi-Concerned. "Um, well it put up a bit of a fight and it kinda-" He was cut off by Phil. "C'mon! Dinners ready guys!" Tubbo shouted back that they were coming, "C'mon, you can tell me later." Ranboo nodded his head, following Tubbo out. Afterward, they headed to bed, and Boo tried to tell Tubbo again. "Sorry, could you just tell me in the morning? I'm really tired right now..." He really was, Boo mumbled goodnight, and they headed to bed...

#mcyt g/t #water deep as loneliness au #tiny!tommy #giant!tubbo #giant!ranboo #giant!phil #mer!ranboo #mer!tubbo #mer!phil #human!tommy #f*ck I forgot to tag this #rjejjdbdjdj

[oh-lordy-lord-save-me]

i remembered they exist :]

#my art #ranboo fanart #michael_beloved #mer au

[x-pair-o-dice-x]

t!tommy swimming right into the face of g!ranboo who's chilling in their cave and the mer chasing tommy takes one look at Ranboo and goes "N OP E" leaving tommy cupped in the palm of Ranboos hands who is making a confused trill noise

holding this SO SO gently.

also guess who just spent, like. four hours drawing bc they were inspired by this ask,, dkdndkdjd.

half of that time was dedicated to drawing what were supposed to be quick references so i knew what exactly i was drawing. and then two hours passed.

tommy is based off of a red snapper, and ranboo is an octopus!! the red and green bits on boo's can glow!!!! these aren't the exact colors, outside of the eyes,,, it's duller because i was attempting to be simplistic so i wouldn't spend too long on this. emphasis on attempting.

anyway– now,, for what i was intending to do in the first place. this isn't quite what the anon wrote out,, but this is what i had planned for this!

#asks #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #my art #tiny!tommy #giant!ranboo #man; it's been a WHILE since i did a comic on here; huh? #remember when i tried mainly drawing comics bc i was self-conscious of my writing skills? me neither;; dkdjkdjdkdjdk #i was gonna smooth out the comic a bit more; make it cleaner #but then my ipad was on a low percent so i had to wrap it up quick dkdjkejsosjs #still happy with it; tho #the shark mer isn't important they're just Random Antagonist

[wendy130]

wendy,, ‘m holding your art SO SO gently,, i LOVE!!!! the way you draw people is.. [chefs kiss] ✨👌 and the hair!!!! love love love!!!

if you’re up for more requests… mmmmm…. i’m trying really hard to be original right now but honestly all i’m in the mood for is more peer pressure duo,,, fkdnkdndkdj. i don’t have a problem i am very normal /lh.

maybe even some mer stuff, for mermay–? wait no it’s june. uh. belated mermay, then,, dkdndkdbkd.

(this is all /nf, of course,, dkdjdkdnjd)

— 🎲

// Ranboo is tired :(

// Made this to cope with tired feelings tbh LOL

#asks #g/t mcyt #g/t #g/t art #g/t Ranboo #g/t Technoblade #g/t mer #art #doodles #g/t doodles #g/t fluff #sorta

[shrikeicee]

catch me n kira thunkin up another au. eelboo.

#ranboo #tubbo #mer au #dsmp #myart #art #fanart #digital art #shrikes aus

[darkwater-fic-recs]

(Completed)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32645200/chapters/80980591#main

#sbi #mer fic #tommy innit #tommyinnit #wilbursoot #wilbur #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #tubbo #ranboo #fic rec

[moonlight-doodles]

I’ve not given up on mermay so i doodled up the missing days (aka 2-6) in the last few days (making it two posts tho)

here are 2, 3 and 5 which had the prompts phantom, treasure and stars

#mermay #technoblade #ranboo #george #dream #dsmp #dnf #thats it thats the whole au. merboo is anxious technofish sleeps on his hoard and dream and george are dnf'ing #(i STILL dont know what will be end game for this au maybe ill just end it with dnb+dnf bc. dream does have Two hands) #test-wise design for ranboo based on an eel #i wanted to go angler fish first but like. only the female ones have the Cool Traits #dsmp mer au #my art

[tahcoo]

Soo since it’s Mer-May I figured why not give it a shot :]

#mer may #merman #Ranboo #dsmp

[tastytoastz]

Also, once again my fic has predicted fucking something. I can't believe i start writing a merfolk au, make q!Fit a shark mer and then Ranboo streams in an aquarium and shot likes this happens

Wtf are the odds???

#toast fics #fitmc #merfolk au #what is this?? like the third time it has happened???

[sipuliii]

fuck it i'm promoting my fics

an origins smp hybrid/lab au where tommy is saved from a laboratory by the sbi, who quickly realize he has a massive case of stockholm syndrome and will need a lot of help to unlearn all the brainwashing and abuse he was put through. ongoing, currently at 14 chapters and 55k words

a royalty/fantasy au where prince fundy and his friends tommy and tubbo go on a roadtrip to save ranboo, who has been kidnapped by a shady prince and his even shadier bodyguard (skeppy and bad). ongoing, currently at 5 chapters and 28.3k words

a post-canon dsmp fic where wilbur meets fundy again a decade after he witnessed him taking his second canon life. my attempt of giving them an ending that's at least a bit more hopeful than canon. oneshot, 6.3k words

and something a bit more experimental: a las nevadas-era dsmp fic where wilbur comes to meet his son after his resurrection, with two versions of the same fic: fundy's pov and wilbur's pov

i also have a couple of multichapters that are both currently at 1 chapter and at an indefinite hiatus: a crimeboys mer au and a crimeboys pirate/royalty au both of which i'm planning to continue once i have the time and energy

#mcyt fanfiction #dsmp fanfiction #mcyt #dream smp #origins smp #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #fundy #tubbo #ranboo #philza #technoblade #sbi #sleepy bois inc #crimeboys #idk how fanfic is usually tagged in mcytblr so i'm just putting random tags here #my writing

[guppybubbles]

oooo,, i really like your writing!!

if you’re still taking prompts- mayhaps something including.. dragons(i 👉👈 i really like dragons), or mers? as for with who, my personal preferences are peer pressure duo or alliumduo, but if you’re not up for writing either of those, feel free to do whatever!

apologies for not following the fake title format, i am- not good at titles of any kind,, dkdnkdndkdk. hope you have a good rest-of-your-day! — 🎲

GOLD FEVER [1/2]

Ranboo is an Enderman being hunted down by monster hunters. Unable to protect themselves, they offer tons of gold to The Blood Dragon.

Word Count: 2777 words

CONTENT WARNING!!! : mentions of scars and swords, general fear, fear of death, implies being eaten (but nothing happens)

( A/N: no need to apologize!! the fake titles prompts was just smth beckyu wanted to do! nothing wrong with not following the format <33 anyways, i hope you enjoy! teehee )

He's been standing here for an hour, maybe even two. Ranboo just can't bring themselves to enter. The entrance looked so intimidating, he can't even imagine what lies inside.

The mouth of the cave was huge, big enough to possibly fit every single tree in this forest. Every time he tries to hype himself up to go inside, his fear pulls him back to where he started.

But would he rather die by hunters who've been known to make their bounties deaths slow and merciless, or die by a dragon who would most likely just make their death as quick as possible?

Yeah, dragon. Dragon sounds better.

Ranboo took in one deep breath of air and stepped in once more, trying to ignore the strong urge to run away and return home. Even with their excellent night vision, the cave still looked dark. They could barely make out the claw marks scratched on the walls. It felt like something out of a horror book.

He knew he was nearing more into the dragon's den when he noticed thin stripes of light being hidden behind a thick layer of leaves. Ranboo felt like their heart was going to break out of their chest with how intense it’s been beating. As quietly as possible, they pushed through the foliage and held their breath.

Redstone ores were scattered around the den. Ranboo remembers they shine much brighter than other ores he’s mined, he’s not a rock expert but he assumes the reason why they shine so much is their energy source. It’s one of the main ores being used in many advanced communities, perhaps the shine is an indicator of how much energy just one ore has.

Redstone wasn’t the only thing sparkling in the dark cave, because right in the middle was a large pile of gems that could make a King seem poor in comparison. Ranboo swears they can see crystals they didn’t even know exist, and they mine as a hobby! They feel entitled to at least know a decent amount more than basic knowledge when it comes to ores.

Ranboo froze when he saw whose head lay on top of the gold pile. The Blood Dragon.

Staring right at him.

"It— it's not—" They stuttered, "It really isn't what it looks like." Ranboo fully emerged from the curtain of leaves, holding their hands up to emphasize their intentions.

The dragon growls, a rumble so loud that the Redstone's lights flicker with fear. Its large tail wraps around the mound of riches, assuming that the enderman was here to steal their possessions. Ranboo couldn't blame them, he was holding a suspiciously big brown sack that reminded him slightly of the material thieves used.

"I'm here to give you offerings—! Actually!" He quickly added, throwing the sack in between the both of them and gold spilled through its opening. The rumbling stopped and Ranboo released a breath of relief.

The Blood Dragon looked interested in his gold, to say the least, and Ranboo wasn't even sure if they could understand his words. There have been cases that stated most dragons have a consciousness and can understand simple phrases, and Ranboo was desperate for any sort of protection— so he'll keep trying until he was sure they could understand him.

Slowly, they picked up the sack of gold again and approached the dragon. The dragon's eyes squinted, skeptical of the enderman.

"I'm… I'm being hunted by monster hunters and I need your protection. Not forever! Just, just enough to… I don't know, scare them off to make them leave me alone?" Ranboo stopped right in front of the pile.

A gust of warm air washed over him, the dragon just huffed out a puff of smoke— almost looking tired and annoyed. It seemed less angry than it was when he first entered, so he'll take it as a good sign.

"… Okay. I'll take that as an… unsure response." Ranboo slowly placed his brown bag right next to the bundle of gems.

The dragon stared at him, then carefully inspected the bag with its snout. Seeing a dragon— not just a dragon, the BLOOD Dragon, up close is a surreal experience Ranboo did not know they would ever have. The tales spread across the SMP mentioned how the Blood Dragon would slaughter anything and anyone in its path, yet here it was now, pouring the bag's contents onto his pile, seemingly accepting the offer, but still wary of the enderman.

"It's not a lot of gold, I know— Compared to your treasures." Ranboo spoke, "But, I promise, I'll keep paying you until you accept to protect me from the hunters… Is- Do we have a deal?"

The dragon stared at him for a long period, and Ranboo starts to think he was insane for even trying to make a conversation with them. Then, the Blood Dragon slightly bows its head and closes its eyes, accepting the enderman's offer.

Ranboo lets out a sigh of relief.

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Ranboo arrives the next day with another big brown bag of gold, mixed with bits of diamonds and iron. While there was still a bit of anxiety when he entered the mouth of the cave again, it didn't take him nearly two hours to even consider going inside, which isn't a big victory, but a victory nonetheless.

The dragon was there when he set foot in the den. He huffed out another puff of smoke through his nostrils but remained lying down next to his riches. He didn't seem aggressive today, though still looked wary of his presence— Ranboo regarded that as another small victory. "Hello, um, dragon."

The Blood Dragon softly grumbled in response. He decided to think of that as the dragon greeting him back. “Maybe you won’t like being called just dragon. Do you have a name? You probably do but you can’t tell me. Should I call you something else?” He rambled, “Should I just call you Blood, Gold, or I don’t know, Michael?”

The dragon stared at him silently, and Ranboo felt like he was being judged for his name choices. “What? I think Michael is a good name!” He defended, “Though, I guess it doesn’t suit you…” The suggestions may suck, but in his defense, he’s never been good with names. As he offered another addition of gems to the dragon, he took that time to examine the treasures he has from afar. Ranboo noticed a sharp sword encrusted with the shiniest diamonds and even bits of Netherite. “Oh! What about Dagger, or Blade?”

They laughed at themselves, Prime, what were they doing? They were trying to make conversation with a dragon and trying to give him a name. He felt stupid and pathetic. “What am I even doing?” They silently asked.

The dragon moved to examine Ranboo’s offering, and the enderman plopped himself on the ground. “I’m talking to a dragon.” This was unbelievable, “I can’t find anyone willing to protect me, so- so I have to turn to a dangerous dragon because, because what? The hunters find me dangerous since I’m half enderman, half—” Ranboo cut themselves off, opting to sigh instead.

He can’t ramble on about something the dragon wouldn’t care about. Mob hybrids aren’t usually treated with the greatest respect. He’s met Charlie, a slime hybrid, they acted with childish wonder yet had random times where they showed an infinite amount of wisdom. They’ve been on trips together and he’s seen how many villagers disregarded his existence. It felt unfair, Charlie has been nothing but kind yet still treated like an unredeemable criminal.

Fortunately, Charlie found a safe place for shelter from the hunters. They were taken in by one of the richest people on the SMP, a gambler who owns multiple casinos and owns a big portion of land dedicated to stealing money from the unsuspecting in a ‘legal’ way, Quackity from Las Nevadas. Ranboo did have his doubts meeting him, but he noticed the strong bond between him and the slime hybrid, and who was he to interfere with that?

Ranboo thought he could find safety in a person just like Charlie had with Quackity. It doesn’t even need to have a strong bond, just someone to shield him from harm. He attempted to pay experienced fighters for that reason, but he’s been accused of stealing something that was rightfully earned by hours and hours of mining.

“Do you accept my offer, Blood Dragon?” The dragon made a low growling sound, not as scary and hostile as before but it did make Ranboo tense up. It reminded him of exactly what he was dealing with, he shouldn’t let his guard down no matter what whenever he gets near this giant dragon. The dragon letting him enter and giving him mercy by not outright killing him shouldn’t be a reason for him to relax.

Ranboo scrambled to his feet and patted off the dust on his pants,

“Okay… Next time then.”

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Ranboo didn’t visit the day after that, nor the following days after that either. They decided to spend their time mining in ravines and mineshafts. Who knew giving most of your gems to a dragon would almost empty your supply of ores? They didn’t mind it though, they loved spending their time mining around and always get satisfied with how many resources they got from hours and hours of emptying various caves.

It wasn’t all that dangerous either. Because he was half-enderman, Mobs recognized him as just another mob and left him alone, giving him a safe space. He was hidden away from the judgments of villagers, the spying eyes of hunters, and the awful stares of other beings. In here, Ranboo felt safe.

Safe, but isolated.

It’s what he wanted, but did the price of safety mean taking away his company? Any sort of interaction would be void if it meant living in the caves forever. Mobs aren’t very responsive to his attempts at socialization. It didn’t help that he was an enderman hybrid either, one of the mobs most known for not being able to handle interaction with species that aren’t other endermen and hate eye contact.

He wanted to visit the dragon today, but he hesitated on that decision. Hours of mining led to him upgrading his items at his base using those materials, which left him with nearly the same amount of materials he had before he started mining. Most of what he had was a bunch of emeralds he didn’t have much use for. Trading them with villagers was great, they’d trade some decent stuff but the quality slowly declined over the years. The last time he tried to trade, they tried offering ten pieces of paper for 8 emerald gems, which he didn’t need when he had an entire library of books and journals back at home. It meant most of the emeralds he has and the emeralds he’s mined collect dust in chests.

He debated if he should give emeralds to a dragon who clearly prefers gold, but wouldn’t it be better to have something other than nothing? Ranboo didn’t have the energy to keep mining either. Don’t get him wrong, he loves mining but he loves rest as well.

Ranboo held a large bag of emeralds, and he had that deja vu of wavering fear when he reached the dragon’s den again. What if he didn’t accept his offer? Everyone knows emeralds aren’t of much use other than trading, they can’t be used to make armor or tools. They’re pretty much useless!

Just like the times before, the dragon was there next to their heap of jewels. “Hello, Blade.” Ranboo greeted softly, and he knew he heard him when he did his signature puff of smoke as a hello. “D’you get lonely without me? I know, I’m pretty good company.” He joked and Blade thumped his tail on the ground.

Ranboo chuckled. “Ah- I think I should just be honest here. I don’t… have gold, I just have emeralds and I—”

The Blood Dragon then suddenly popped up from where they were laying and stared at Ranboo. In instinct, the enderman immediately looked away. Oh Prime, Oh Prime, Oh Prime. Coins and metal shuffled around, Blade was moving. Fear struck in Ranboo, especially since they have never seen the dragon stand up or move away from their treasure before.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He was walking closer and they closed their eyes, trying to touch into their teleporting skill and get out of there. Ranboo could feel the particles surrounding him, and he attempted to imagine the forest outside to teleport to. They weren’t great with teleporting, in fact, it mostly only works when he’s scared and oh, he’s so scared. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” They screeched out ender apologies, only coming off to the dragon as warbles of sounds.

Blade pressed their snout against Ranboo’s chest, effectively trapping them between him and the wall of the cave. “Oh my Pr- please, please, don’t kill me!” Panicked clawed hands made an effort to push the dragon’s face away, to no avail. This is it, the exact scenario he was worried about. He should’ve just waited for more time and come back with the items the dragon had wanted, or maybe he shouldn’t have even come here at all. This deal was nothing but just the dragon milking out Ranboo’s resources until he was bone dry. Tears welled up in his eyes and they burned his eyesight. Wow, thanks for giving him every enderman trait except for great teleportation skills. Thanks a lot, Universe.

Ranboo didn’t know what he should feel in his last moments. Whether it was anger or sadness, he just wanted the dragon to get it all over with as swiftly as he could. He knew he was taller than the average human but the Blood Dragon was huge, so he could make quick work with him.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Blade made a sound, a small roar that sounded a lot like curiosity.. Or was it happiness?

Ranboo opened their eyes and felt their heart thump louder than they had before. The dragon was mere inches away from himself, though their attention was focused on the brown bag on the floor, or maybe what was inside it. They never noticed the dark pink scales scattered across his body before, and the scars of what were presumably sword scars were displayed at his neck. Not just on his neck, but scars displayed on his wings, tail, and even on his chest.

Blade sniffed at the bag and made soft sounds, gently poking the bag with his snout. Ranboo, still in a state of shock, tried to speak. “Oh. Oh- so you were- you like emeralds?” He questioned, and noted that the continuous thumping was just Blade’s tail excitedly hitting the floor.

Slowly, he picked up the bag full of emeralds again and watched as how Blade’s thin irises expanded, reminding him of a cat focusing on a red dot from a laser pointer. “Jeez, you-” Ranboo breathed deeply, unable to find the right words for their feelings. They approached the heap of treasures again, and Blade followed right behind them. Their massive shadow covered the entirety of the enderman and they made a delighted trill sound as the emeralds were added. “There. Happy?” Ranboo squeaked an ender curse as Blade pressed his snout against his body again, and the sound of thunder outside just made his nerves rise again.

Wait… Thunder?

He could barely hear it in this huge cave, but there were sounds of raindrops and the occasional thunder outside. That was strange, he could’ve sworn there weren’t any clouds in the sky when he had first entered- but to be completely fair, he wasn’t paying attention to the sky when he was contemplating about entering the cave earlier. He’s stuck. “Crap…” He mumbled.

Blade turned their head to the ceiling of the cave, aware of the thunderstorm happening outside. Ranboo walked up to the curtain of leaves to see just how bad the storm was, maybe they could set off back to their home. Sure, it may hurt but— “Wait, wait, wait, what are you doing?!” Blade’s tail wrapped around his waist and lifted him just a few inches off the ground and brought him closer.

Blade laid down and gently placed Ranboo by his neck. Was he asking him to stay here? “Thanks, but I got to get home, Blade.” He said, patting the dragon's neck. The dragon replied with a pleading rumble, eyes closed and cuddling their neck closer to him.

Ranboo smiled softly. He couldn’t say no.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #g/t writing #g/t #g/t au #giant/tiny #tiny!ranboo #giant!techno #guppy's asks #guppy writes! #Gold Fever au #mcyt g/t community #mcyt gt community #gt writing #dragon!techno #edits will be made after i sleep zzzzz

[colossal-red]

Can we get some headcanons about your new au?? 👀

Have a cookie 🍪

Thanks for the Cookie mate! :D

And now for the new AU…

This au is Mer-Centric, meaning that the giants in this universe will be Mer’s, while humans will be the tinies.

This au will feature my first ever noms chapter- (we don’t talk about the actual first time, wasn’t as detailed as I would’ve liked behdhdh)

This is, yet another, Benchtrio au.

Featuring: mer!tubbo, mer!ranboo, and human!tommy.

The two Mer’s in question will be relatively young, with lots of rough play in the water, like diving games where you’d throw an object around and dive for it. (Except this time it would be with something, different.)

And if anyone were to make Ranboo upset, verbally, then Tubbo would be relatively protective-

Yes, the second-to-last bullet is the main idea for this au-

#mcyt g/t #water deep as loneliness au #tiny!tommy #giant!tubbo #giant!ranboo #mer!ranboo #mer!tubbo #mer centric 👀

[oh-lordy-lord-save-me]

it is very obvious when he is agitated so be careful and avoid his jaws!!!

#my art #ranboo fanart #mer au

[wendy130]

One Of Those Days

// Very short writing prompt to get back into the groove. Inspired from this art post I made. Thanks @x-pair-o-dice-x :P

// Warnings: soft vore, safe vore, fluff

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“Hi Techno.”

Techno peers an eye open, blinking slowly as his eyes flicker down onto the empty beach. His gaze lands on a familiar black-and-white haired human, and he hums sleepily, “hullo Ranboo.”

The human looks… tired. More so than usual, at least. They’re shifting back and forth on their feet, looking rather anxious. And, despite it being a hot summer day, they’re wearing a sweater and long pants. On a beach, no less. Usually, they’d be wearing some kind of floral shirt.

He shifts his tail, which is submerged into the ocean, and lifts his head off of his folded up arms with a yawn, “did you need something?”

Ranboo falters and hugs their arms, “uh. Yeah.”

He waits for them to continue on, raising an eyebrow when they don’t. “Okay? What do you need?”

Their mouth opens and closes like a floundering fish, and— now he just feels concerned for the human. “Well, uh,” they start slowly, “I— I, uh, wanted to ask something of you— you don’t have to say yes, obviously. I would understand if you wouldn’t want to—“

“Ranboo,” he cuts them off with a grumble. It only serves to make them more nervous, but he was never the best with comforting people through flowery words. “I’m sure I’ll be fine with whatever you’re talking about, but I kinda need to know what you’re on about.”

“Oh. Right. Uh,” Ranboo digs their nails into their arms with a wince. “Um. I was wondering if… well, if you’d be okay with… with… Um.” Their next words are so quiet and quick, Techno has to strain his ears to understand them. “Eating me.”

And— Oh.

Techno feels his heart soften immediately as he rolls onto his side to reveal his underbelly. “Is it one of those days?”

Ranboo takes the invitation immediately, dragging themselves over to his chest and leaning against it. “Mm.. yeah.”

“…Want to talk about it?”

“No.” 

He doesn’t push. “Okay.”

Neither one speaks for a few minutes, no words needing to be said. They know each other well enough to understand the other’s needs without tedious words. Techno breaths in and out slowly, letting Ranboo match the leisured pace, and Ranboo presses their ear against his chest, listening to Techno’s beating heart, to his powerful lungs, and to his rumbling stomach. 

They sit, until Ranboo has enough courage to pull away. 

Techno takes it as his cue to cup his hands around the boy and pulls them to his face. “Still want to hide away for a bit?” When Ranboo nods, he parts his jaw open to reveal a glistening, hungry maw awaiting the two-color haired teen. Sliding them past his sharp teeth with ease, he hums in delight. Ranboo always did taste good. 

Ranboo bats at his tongue gently as he starts to lick them, soaking up their flavor. “Oh come on, you really can’t hold yourself back, can you?” 

He chuckles fondly, mumbling around them, “hey, if I’m getting the chance to eat you, I want to enjoy it a little~”

They groan, and he lets out another chuckle, tucking them further into his mouth with a purr. Despite his teasing words, he continues onwards and left them hanging at the edge of his throat. 

“Ready?” He hums, his voice rumbling deep into the human’s bones from how close they are to his throat. 

“Yeah,” the human whispers, pawing at his tongue. 

With that confirmation, he tilts his head back and swallows. He hovers a hand right against his throat, feeling their little bump glide down against his hand and— something about Ranboo just clicks his instincts into overdrive. 

They feel like a mer pup, albeit much smaller, who’s getting tucked away to be safe and sound. He purrs, loud and comfortingly. They’re much safer in his storage, where nothing can reach them. 

He lays back down, shifting to rest on his back instead of his stomach, and he places a hand over his storage as something featherlight slips in. “You good?” he drowsily murmurs.

A muffled ‘yes’ is all he gets before he feels them flop down with a groan. 

He chuckles. “Alright. I’m going back to napping. Let me know when you want out.”

#writing #tw vore #extreme cuddling #g/t mcyt vore #g/t Ranboo #g/t Technoblade #drabbles #drabble #willing prey #willing pred #g/t vore #vore fluff #soft vore #safe vore

[ilexdiapason]

Repostober Day 1 - sweet temptation (or is that aspartame)

Most people, when almost drowned by the song of a siren, wouldn't use this as an opportunity to make a new friend. Wilbur Soot is not most people.

Yes, seriously, I'm doing Repostober, where you repost old work for every day of October! I have a lot of long-forgotten classics and I want to share them with my many followers. This will be mostly DSMP stuff so I guess be prepared for that.

Anyway, aspartame! This was a Mermay fic I wrote for my friend Andy a couple years ago, and I think it's just really sweet and wholesome, if you ignore the part where Wilbur nearly dies. It has a sequel called sugar coated too which is less sweet and wholesome but it also has Tubbo and Ranboo carrying tiny mer Tommy around in a repurposed-for-Ghostbusting vacuum cleaner. Eret's here. What more could you possibly want?

#ilexworks #repostober #dsmp fanfic #crimeboys #wilbur soot #tommyinnit

[darkwater-fic-recs]

(Completed, oneshot)

#tommy innit #tommyinnit #wilbursoot #wilbur #wilbur soot #ranboo #technoblade #awesamdude #philza #fic rec #sbi #crime bois #mer fic