#shifter!phil

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So I did a spin the wheel and your name got picked first, and I have a prompt.

Also, TW: Mentions of being held at gunpoint.

It be a RaccoonInnit and Size Shifter Dadza prompt. Thing is, is that Tommy doesn't know that Phil is a size shifter who wants to adopt him.

Storyline starts with Tommy being held gunpoint with Phil trying to get the person to let go of Tommy.

Things really ain't going well since the person takes off the safe lock from the gun.

Phil's instincts start acting up, really ain't having a fun night and seeing Tommy being held at gunpoint is just really pushing it.

Tommy is panicking cause, who wouldn't?

Imagining being in Tommy's position, being held by gunpoint while your father figure is trying to get the person to let you go.

Phil is trying his hardest to get his instinct under control until he finally loses control.

He falls to the ground, wrapping his arms around himself.

He tries to stop the changing but can't, once he shifts sizes, he growls at the person to let Tommy go.

The person does that and runs away.

Phil, running on instincts, scoops Tommy up and walks away with Tommy safely.

If you wanna do this then go ahead.

Makes this as angsty as you want, but also have fluff at the side. If you want it to have noms, go ahead.

You can pick the person who held Tommy at gunpoint.

You can also have a backstory on how Tommy and Phil met.

Also, if you wanna send me a prompt, go ahead.

Quack

AAA I feel so special :0 (AND I'M HONORED I WAS ON THERE?? Helloo?? Fuckin awesome!! :DD)

Yoo holy shit, Orchid thank you a ton for the prompt!! I feel fufilled as a G/T Tumblr user now,, I’ve got a real prompt in my ask box!!!!! *vibrates intensely* I obviously had to write something for this, it was too good to pass up!! This is just so efregewydfhverd /pos,,,,,, sizeshifters and hybrids, it's perfect >:DD

I'll Run Away and Hide with You 

(chapter #1)

(not read over...)

⚠️ : Being held at gunpoint, mention of death, panic, swearing, mention of dehumanization, implied dehumanization !!

2024 words ‼️

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There were one too many things that could occur when taking a hybrid outside, into a human-heavy, busy city. Too many that Phil didn’t take into consideration. When he had asked Tommy if he wanted fresh air and a chance to stretch his legs properly for the first time in weeks, he had only thought there would be the occasional dirty look with the additional rude remark. But, he had underestimated just how far people  will go to get the point across that if someone isn’t fully human, they’re as good as dead to the rest of society. He’s putting both of them in danger just stepping outside of their homes, but he couldn’t bear to see the kid that he’s now responsible for sit on the couch for hours on end, finding the most addictive shit to watch and never getting up until he turns in for the night. Phil wanted, and probably needed to add excitement to his day. And, he will admit, there are a lot of different ways they could’ve spiced the day up, but they ended up choosing to go on a walk. 

Phil doesn't think either of them could've guessed how it would end. He had been too caught up in his thoughts of someone looking at Tommy and saying congratulations. It was the worst he’d heard that evening, and it just twisted his mind too tight for him to even process what the hell was going on inside that man’s mind when he said that. While he knew there were plenty of people who treated shifters like him and hybrids like Tommy as if they were a disgrace for something out of their control, he never really understood why. 

But, as Tommy stood at gunpoint, his tail swaying quickly to show his anxious self, he didn't have time to ponder on the mysteries of humans and instead focused on trying to slowly, gently talk the gunman out of the act that would end in Tommy’s death or his imprisonment. “Listen, mate, he’s a child.” He said, careful to keep his words firm, while still holding  a respectful and soft voice — one wrong move and Tommy is as good as gone; he must be careful. 

He could see the gunman tense, as if he was growing more agitated with every syllable that left his lips. “We can talk about this,” 

A sharp sigh echoed through the alleyway. Phil, for a moment, thought he had done something. It turns out he had, but the outcome was the opposite of what he wanted. “Shut up.” The man said sharply, pushing the gun against Tommy’s head, causing a cry of pain from Tommy when the sudden pressure was enough to shove his head against the brick wall behind him. Panic grew in Phil’s heart, instincts going haywire, spilling out of the container he’d spent so long getting them into. “Please, put the gun down.”

“I would, but, it’s not your decision to make,” There was a short pause, where tension grew even thicker. Phil could feel himself slipping. There was a sudden click, and Phil’s emotions ran cold when it registered in his mind that the gunman had cocked the weapon and pressed it further into Tommy’s skin. The teenage victim’s eyes widened as he presumably caught onto what had happened, and Phil could see how he desperately wanted to find a plan that wouldn’t end in his death. “What do you say?” The man asked, an uncomfortable amount of amusement behind his words. They replayed in his mind as he lost control, the contained completely collapsing in on itself, allowing all of his instincts to take over his mind. Inch by inch he could feel himself grow out of his body and into a new one, one where he could keep Tommy safe. Safe, safe, safe, safe, safe- words that he had outgrown when as he grew up returned, a weird feeling of familiarity returning to him. He eventually got himself under control. Opening his tightly shut eyes, he recognized himself as a size he’d been itching to grow into. He easily towered above the gunman and Tommy, narrowed eyes nearly flaming with anger boring down not at Tommy but at the man holding the innocent child at gunpoint, simply because he had features unhuman-like. It did not make him any less of a living, breathing person.

“Put the gun down,” He repeated his words, venom lacing it, much more so than it had been when he stood a few inches shorter than the duo ahead of him. Now crouched behind the two, his voice echoed around the alleyway that he barely fit into. The gunman tensed at the words, and down the gun went. It collided with the gray pavement darkened by his shadow with a loud thud, and the man spent no time running out of the place, leaving Tommy staring up, startled and possibly even more scared than he had been with the gun against his skin. “Wha-” his friend choked on his words, and Phil could see the tears forming. As much as he wanted to go back to a human size, he still had a lack of control over his abilities. He had a good idea on how to control himself, but everything had been tossed out the door when he saw Tommy’s threatener go a step too far. “Tommy, Tommy-” Instincts wanted to take over, they craved control, however he pushed it down to the best of his ability. He kept his hands away from the hybrid, just staring down at him with concerned eyes. 

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He had trusted Phil to talk the man down, but he didn’t want him to scare the gunman away in the particular way he did. Because now he stared up, wide-eyed at the man he’d grown to call a makeshift father, who towered over him. His shadow overcasted his shaking form, eyes simply looking at him, nothing more. They stared into his soul it felt like, and he couldn’t help but grow uncomfortable at the stare. The pace of his tail had picked up and his ears had gone slightly flat against his head. Tommy swallowed nervously. He no longer had a weapon against his forehead, but he had something far worse ahead of him. He had tried not to show emotion while a man was threatening him, but he released all the suppressed and new emotions with a quick, open sob. He wanted to run, to scream for help. But he knew that wouldn’t work, no one would help his kind.

Tommy’s body still begged to run.

He inched his way to the side, slowly quickening his pace until he made a last ditch effort to run from the alley and escape the shifter, the traitor, his friend, whichever title. However the attempt was useless, for Phil was calling his name and he had no time to react to the shadow of a hand creeping behind his form and effortlessly lifting him from the ground and raising him much too high for his comfort. “No! Fuck- no!” He choked, his voice cracking what felt every second. He sobbed, pushing away at the hand that fisted him, placing his hands against the edge of Phil’s forefinger and pushing up to try and escape. He couldn’t. “Shh, sh, Tommy, please, mate, you’re okay,”

“No, you- you dick, put me fu- fucking down!” He cried out, sniffling in as he continued to make a terrible effort to get away. Logically he knew he would have nowhere to go if he truly did manage to escape, but the hope of trying tugged at his mind and he continued, tiring himself out without even properly realizing, or even caring. “Tommy, please,” Phil pleaded, teary eyes looking down at him. Some part of him felt bad, but no part of him was showing. “Put me down.”

“Okay, listen, okay? Just listen to me,” Phil said with soft words. Tommy stopped instantly when he caught onto the single speck of harshness Phil had put into his words, somehow only catching onto that instead of his attempt of being comforting. It’s like he was only interested in the brutality Phil offered in his words, even when all he wanted was to know Phil wasn’t going to hurt him. “I won’t hurt you, alright? I- I assumed you’d feel more safe- I just wanted to scare him off.” “No- no you didn’t, you lying asshole! I trusted you, you massive dick!” Tommy spat, baring his fangs at Phil despite knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to intimidate the giant. No matter how much he wanted to believe Phil, he simply couldn’t. There was a tense silence, one where the only thing that could be heard was Tommy’s labored breaths from his panic and struggle, which had easily tired him. He was moving far too quickly and with much too many words going through his mind. “Listen, Tommy, there’s a certain point where my instincts take over and won’t let me.. change,” Phil began, and Tommy for once listened, skepticism still sitting in the front of his mind for a front-row view of whatever the man had to say. “But protecting you is literally the only thing I want to do right now.” He confessed semi-quietly, like he was guilty of the fact. Tommy furrowed his brows, his tears slowing down as panic packed up and took its final leave. For now, at least. “Y- you can’t change back?” He echoed. “No. But, I can, just not right now.” Tommy still shook his head in disbelief. “Why- why are you still holding me? Put me fucking down, I can get home on my own without your stupid, lying ass to take me there. It’s not like-”

“Over this way.” Tommy was cut off by the sound of a loud voice, not belonging to Phil, but the same gunman from before. Both of their eyes widened as they recognized the formal voice instantly. “Shit,” Phil mumbled, shoving, and he means shoving, Tommy into the pocket of his hoodie instantly. He yelped at the sudden change of surroundings, His ears flattened once more, and a whine escaped his throat. He shuffled around, attempting to get steady footing after he stood, but he was merely tossed against the fabric. The outside speeded past him as Phil began moving at a rapid pace, taking no time to check in on the unsecured passenger in his pocket. He was jostled slightly with every running step Phil took, every comfortable spot he found immediately being pushed out of place. He looked outside once more, now recognizing the assortment of green and brown colors morphing into a blur of the two colors to be a forest. The forest was just outside the city – it was likely Phil had simply gone over the fence blocking the alley from the outside.

A feeling of dread pooled down into his stomach mixing with the feeling of sickness added to his rapid heart breath and struggled breathing. He did not know when Phil would take the time to slow down and reveal the situation to him, but for now he had to settle with watching the world pass by him in a stretch of colors while trying to adjust to being tossed far too many times for his liking.

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Frankly, Phil had no idea where he was going when he stood and stepped over the fence. He began running, just placing one foot in front of the other as the forest came closer and closer to him. He had inches against the trees, making for a difficult run, but he managed as well as he could. The thoughts of Tommy rotated around his head a hundredfold, never settling down. It was likely that they wouldn’t until Phil was able to stop and check in on him. But, for now, he must find a place to hide out before the hunter – and some type of cop or other hunters – found him, and worse, Tommy.

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@mcyt-gt-events @navigating-through-gray

Happy secret Santa!

Here was the prompt I chose:

Ranboo has two lives, one he lives in summer, and the other in winter. He seeks out the goddess of death to remove his other side, but... her idea of a solution is to give him a tiny hybrid?

(Also sorry it's so close to the deadline, school and finals were kind of kicking my ass.)

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Cut You a Piece

tw mentioned temporary character death, terminal illness, calling someone it in a dehumanizing way (not maliciously or for long, dw) fear of death, fear play (accidental and intentional), threats of vore (very off hand and only mentioned once) and fear of death.

Tell me if I should tag anything else!

Title from "Cut You a Piece" from 35mm! (Even though it was based on Hadestown lmao)

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Ranboo knew he was Ranboo. That- that part he knew. He knew it was cold. And he knew it was- that it COULD BE warm, but he never got to experience that part.

Not anymore.

Ranboo knew he was cursed, he knew that as well. He remembered it well, the veil over the witch's face and his green robes. The way his magic particles looked like feathers. His scary body guard forcing him off the premises before Ranboo could realize what happened.

He was cursed seven years ago, when he was ten for trying to sneak a cure for his friend's illness. The witch laughed and laughed when he caught him, and cursed him so he'd never see his friend again.

This all fell out in December. And Tubbo died in January.

It was a long two months for Ranboo. Sitting in his house, studying magic and necromancy and curses and healing spells. Tubbo was cursed to die, for the illness wouldn't have killed him if Ranboo hadn't met that witch.

This death was a curse, and if Ranboo was any magic user at all, he could lift it.

No, Tubbo was in pain, suffering, but he wouldn't have died. He would have turned into a beast, a horned monster that would ravage and burn towns if Ranboo didn't heal it.

And well, being the only person with healing magic in the village, even at ten years old, it was all on him.

But at the end of it, Tubbo was no longer a patient. But Ranboo's only friend.

Ranboo remembers the first time it happened.

He went to sleep in one March day, tomorrow the Spring Solstice. And he woke up in September.

He ran into town, asking frantically what had happened. He ran into Niki's bakery, feeling like just yesterday she was putting away her winter stock. And now she was taking it out again.

"Ranboo!" Niki smiled. "Thank you for helping me with those boxes yesterday, flour can be SO heavy."

Ranbo blinked at her. He... doesn't remember doing that. "I'm sorry Niki I... don't think I did help you. Maybe it was someone else?"

Niki laughed. "Of course it was you! What other ten year old do I know that's nearly six feet tall-"

She cut herself off as she turned around, blanching. "Oh shit! You look half starved to death! Sit down sit down!"

"Niki," Ranboo's gears were turning. "How could I have helped with the boxes?! I can barely lift five potions at once!"

"I don't know," Niki shrugged, putting down in front of him a warm loaf of bread and some juice. "You've been helping me all throughout Summer. I guess it is weird... how could you help me? And you looked fine yesterday! Why are you so... scrawny now?"

"That witch..." Ranboo put together the pieces. "Niki, do you remember what I was wearing yesterday?"

Niki thought for a moment. "That checkered brown jacket you always- wait... you don't have a checkered brown jacket... Tubbo did but he's-"

"Gone." Ranboo gulped. He stuffed the rest of the bread in his mouth and hopped up towards the door. "Thank you Niki!"

And it had been going like that ever since. And when Ranboo was awake, everyone thought Tubbo was dead, and that whatever Tubbo had done was Ranboo. The other way around must be true as well.

The witch had done his job. He would never see Tubbo again. Not in this half and half state.

So Ranboo was traveling to the underworld. He started his journey when he woke up for the winter at seventeen. And now in a week's time (he silently thanked Tubbo for understanding his goal, keeping him on track), Ranboo would fall asleep for the spring.

The grass was grey, thats the first thing he noticed as he stepped through the portal filled with stars. That and the sky was black. No... the sky was dark. It was purple then grey then blue and it all just looked like sand being swirled up by the tide.

Ranboo continued his trek, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The air was so cold it hurt to breath, and the dusty and... just overal somber smell of the Underworld didn't help much.

He was in a forest. Maybe? They weren't quite trees, inky black against the dark sky, sprawled out awkwardly, bent into shapes they shouldn't grow in. They were packed tightly together.

"And who are you then?"

Ranboo sucked in a breath, whipping around, narrowly avoiding tripping and falling on the roots. "Who's there?!"

"You don't look like you're from around here... you're..." the voice was small and quiet, so much so Ranboo thought he was imagining it. It wasn't like the voice was whispering either, it sounded like it wanted to be heard. "A human! What the fuck are you doing in the Underworld? And what the fuck are you doing on the way to the castle..."

"Show yourself!" Ranboo yelped as there was a noise behind him, twirling around and reaching for his- did he not bring any weapons?! "I- I have magic! Don't mess with me!"

"Tch. HEALING magic, hardly a threat to ME. Behind you."

Ranboo probably twisted his back 180 degrees as he fell to the floor, looking up at the creature in from of him.

It was... very small, maybe pinky finger sized? Ranboo had read about soul fire before, and the thing was enveloped in it. Or no... it had wings made of soul fire, and the rest was a glowing blue.

"Who- what are you?" Ranboo managed to squeak out.

The thing- the fairy? He sighed, crossing his arms, fluttering in the air. He spoke about as fast as his wings were beating, so very rapid and basically impossible to keep up with. "Apparently I'm not s'posed to give my name out, but Tommy isn't my name so you can call me that. And I'm CLEARLY an Underworld sprite. I'm supposed to guide souls to where their proper place in the afterlife is but you're not a soul! Not yet, anyway. Oh yeah, and quick question-"

The sprite zipped right up into Ranboo's face, making him yelp and back up. "Why are there TWO SOULS on you?! And why are you down here in the first place? Unless you're trying to get rid of one of the souls-"

"Yes!" Ranboo cut in. "I need the goddess of death to break this curse, and if you guide sould could you guide me to her castle?"

"Hmm... maybe for a favor!" Tommy had a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You're a healer, I want you to heal someone for me."

Ranboo wrung out his hands nervously. "I don't know how well healing magic works on the dead-"

"It doesn't! Harms them, in fact-" Tommy stated matter of factly. "No no no, my friend. I need you to heal the human of these woods. He's got a curse and he can't see his wife until it's lifted and he's being all sad and depressed about it-"

"I... don't really have the best track record with curses..." Ranboo admitted. He could somehow feel himself starting to sweat through the cold. "Maybe you could- WOAH!"

Ranboo jumped back in fright as Tommy shifted size right next to him, human sized. He was still a good half a foot shorter than him, but Ranboo was still no match for the sprite's strength.

And even at human sized, Tommy was lightning fast. He zipped through the forest faster than he could blink, taking him to an old cabin. It looked about as dead as anything else in the underworld, the wood grey from time, splintered. Cracked windows, overgrown discolored grass, Ranboo would never want to go there in a million years.

But unfortunately, Tommy was still grasping his forearm, and darted inside.

"PHIIIIIIIL!!!" Tommy called out. A man was sitting on an arm chair, facing away from them both. "I got a human to heal you up!"

The man chuckled, Ranboo sucked in a breath. He knew who this guy was. "Tommy, I told you that only-"

The witch- Phil- turned around, frozen mid sentence when he saw Ranboo. "That only the kid I cursed can heal me."

Ranboo squeaked, stumbling backwards and falling over. He scrambled to his feet, making a run towards the door.

"Shit!" Phil said under his breath as he drew a symbol in the air. The door in front of Ranboo slammed shut, and felt like solid cement as he desperately tried to open it again.

He can't get cursed. Not again. Not when he was so close to curing the first-

Phil stared at him with frustration, closed off and proper posture. He was going to finish the job, he was going to kill him. And he would laugh while doing it. He laughed the first time he hurt Ranboo.

"Kid- kid." Phil put his hands up when he saw Ranboo pressed as hard as he could against the door, as far as he could be from the witch. "I'm- hrmmmm... I'm SORRY for cursing you all those years ago."

Ranboo blinked back, surprised. He stayed in his position though, ready to run. "What?"

Phil sighed. "I thought nothing of it but my wife... not a huge fan of the joke. I can only visit her in my other form, but she cursed me for cursing you and now I'm stuck like this. And the only way to BREAK the curse-"

"Is if I do it..." Ranboo finished his sentence, remembering Tommy's words from earlier. He squinted at the witch and the sprite. "Any why should I help the guy who took my only friend from me?"

"You're here for him, right?" Phil crossed his arms. "And the spring Solstice is in just two days I believe-"

Ranboo's eyes widened. He hadn't been in the underworld for THAT long, had he?! He still had a week left when he was on the surface...

"Which only gives you two days to find the goddess of death and get a deal with her," Phil shrugged. "Once my curse is lifted, I can get you to her much faster. And if you do decide to wait out the two days and your friend makes his appearence... his soul will have a very strange time getting used to being thrown into the underworld with no adjustment period like you got."

Ranboo froze. What the heck was that supposed to mean? Tubbo wouldn't... get hurt, right?

No, Ranboo wouldn't let either of them get hurt, not if he could do something about it.

Phil clicked his tongue. "Tick tock-"

"I'll do it." Ranboo glared.

Phil smiled, tilting his head. "Perfect."

...

You know, Ranboo should have expected this when Phil asked to be cured outside.

"Let go of me!" Ranboo struggled in the witch's now giant grasp, watching the trees grow smaller as they were lifted in the air.

What happened to Tubbo if Ranboo died?

Now they were squirming even harder. They didn't want to be the one to get the two of them killed. Why did they tempt the witch again? The very witch that cursed them in the first place?!

"Relax, mate," Phil gave a giant sigh. Ranboo could feel the vibrations extend all the way to his hands where they were being held. "Ranboo-"

Ranboo screamed as they were pulled closer to Phil's face. They kicked and punched their fists against his hand, eventually resorting to clawing at him with their nails.

"Stop- hey!" Phil snarled, shaking Ranboo violently. Their brain pounded in their skull when he finally stopped. Ranboo felt like they would throw up if they had eaten anything in the past few days. "Stop it, or I'll make you go the journey in my mouth."

Ranboo yelped, slapping a hand over their mouth. He wouldn't he WOULDNT-

... would he?! Phil had already cursed them basically at the drop of a hat, who's to say he won't-

"Phil!" Tommy shouted up, zipping onto the witch's shoulder. "Stop shaking them! Treat them like me! No threatening, no surprise picking up-"

"I would if they weren't trying to ESCAPE-" Phil glared back down at Ranboo. They sucked in a breath as his grasp tightened. "You want to see your friend, don't you?!"

Ranboo nodded frantically.

"Well, Tommy's not strong enough to carry you-"

"HEY!"

"And you won't be able to keep up on foot." Phil tilted his hand and opened it, allowing Ranboo to stand up. "So let me hold you, or let your friend wake up confused and scared for his life on why he's in the underworld in the hands of a giant. You want me to carry you or not?"

Ranboo froze in indecision before slowly nodding their head.

Phil brought his other hand up, using both hands to cup Ranboo and make sure they didn't fall as they crossed the underworld.

And... it was beautiful.

Ranboo didn't really get to appreciate it from down below, but the view stunned them nearly as much as their fear of Phil did. The trees were caked in white... snow? And the sky was shone when Ranboo tilted their head, like an opal. The clouds swirled and shifted, dancing even though there was no wind.

And in the distance... a giant castle. It was dark, darker than the neutral grey of the rest of the underworld. But with that it also had the only colors in the land, purple fires dotted the sides, torches about two or three times Ranboo's size.

Ranboo looked up to see what Phil was thinking and... the giant witch was smiling fondly as they approached the gates. Why would he be... no.

Was Phil's wife... sure. Yep. Phil's wife was the goddess of death. Why not.

"Kristen!" Phil shouted, both Ranboo and Tommy flinching and covering their ears. Tommy shoved at his jaw in annoyance. "I'm home!"

"Phil!"

The shadows casted by the large walls and the purple flames conjured together, before disputing and leaving yet another giant in their wake. She wore a large hat with a veil, covering her face and the upper half of her torso. Other than that, she wore a long black dress with long dark brown hair.

"I've missed you!" She laughed, walking forward to embrace her husband before noticing Ranboo. "And who is this? Wait! No way... you actually found them-"

"Well," Phil shrugged. "More they found me. And while they've cured me of my curse..."

Kristen crossed her arms. "They still need the cure YOU gave them lifted. Huh. Funny how those things come back to bite you, isn't it, Phil?"

Phil rolled his eyes. "Yes yes, I get it. No cursing random kids."

"So... can you do it?" Ranboo spoke up.

"Of course I can," Kristen said with an audible smile. Ranboo couldn't really tell if she was being sweet or bragging. She looked at one of Phil's shoulders. "Tommy, would you mind fetching me water from the moat of the castle? And Phil, I'll need-"

"Ow!" Phil yelped as Kristen plucked a hair from his head.

"Yes ma'am!" Tommy fluttered in the air for a second, saluting, before flying out of the gate. Phil followed Kristen into a side room, where there resided a giant cauldron.

Kristen got to work as Phil stood by her side. Tommy fluttered up to be by Ranboo as well, who had been placed on a shelf and was nervously wringing their hands.

They were going to see Tubbo again.

Kristen walked over with a ladle of inky black liquid, dotted with little white specks like stars.

"Ranboo," Kristen said slowly, not quite hitting the gentle mark. "You're going to drink this, and then you'll pass out. When you wake up, you'll be in the land of the living, with Tubbo. It will most definetly be painful, as we're essentially ripping apart your souls at the seams."

Ranboo looked at themselves in the reflection of the potion. "Will... is it going to be painful for Tubbo?"

Kristen shrugged, shaking her head. "You're the one with the body, I doubt he'll even realize what's happening until he's back."

Ranboo nodded gravely, cupping as much potion as they could in their hands. The world turned sideways. There was shouting? And then it all faded to black.

...

Ranboo wasn't expecting to wake up to be honest. If what Phil said was true, then the Spring Solstice was today, when they would fall asleep and Tubbo would wake up in their place.

But Ranboo woke up.

And Kristen was right. They did hurt like hell, all their nerves were on fire and their heart felt tight, but they were awake for sure.

They sat up in bed, not sure what to do now. In... their own bed, back home too. Ranboo hasn't been home since he was thirteen.

What if it didn't work? What if they were seperated but it didn't bring Tubbo back? Or if Tubbo was in the last place HE woke up? What if-

"Ranboo?"

Ranboo yelped. It was a few years older, but they definetly recognized that voice.

They looked over at their nightstand, where a tiny figure was sitting on the desk, like he had just woken up too. Brown messy hair, jet black horns and wings, it was unmistakably Tubbo.

"Ranboo!" Tubbo yelped, falling backwards before scampering to his feet. "What's happening?! What's-"

"You have wings!" Ranboo gasped. "And- it worked! Wait, Kristen actually- ha HA!"

Ranboo leaned down over their night stand and hugged Tubbo close to their face. Tubbo screamed.

"Sorry!" Ranboo flinched back. Tubbo stood firmly on the nightstand, like he was ready for a fight. "I'm just... so happy to see you. And... wait, do the wings mean you're still cursed."

Tubbo flexed his wings in and out, flapping them a few times. "They don't feel cursed? Like I was bedridden and in pain before... everything happened obviously. And while we were... seperated I had no features at all, like the curse had gone away overnight. But now they're just sort of there? Even though this is the first time I've had them they just feel... natural."

"That's good," Ranboo thought for a moment. "We should probably-"

There were footsteps downstairs.

Tubbo clearly heard, snapping his neck over. "You didn't get a new roommate while we were apart, right?"

Ranboo shook their head, not able to say anything else before the door opened.

They blinked away the blue light invading their eyes, making their headache ever prominent. "Tommy?!"

"You're finally awake!" Tommy laughed. He was at human size, carrying two glasses of water. "Took you long enough! You both slept WELL through the solstice, it was SO boring!"

"Tommy, why are you here?!" Ranboo took the glass, slowly sipping on it. "WHY are you here?!"

"Well, Kristen sent me to look after you while you adjusted," Tommy shruggedlike he wasn't talking about the literal goddess of death. "And since you two have been passed out the entire time, I've sort of just been making sure you guys were alive, messing with the locals a bit- wait a minute!"

Tommy shrunk down to Tubbo's size and flew right up to him, hsnd outstretched. "I'm Tommy! And I already know you're Tubbo, don't worry."

"Ranboo," Tubbo backed up. "Who is this guy."

"Tommy is... an underworld sprite," Ranboo scratched the back of their head, not really knowing how to say that lightly. "He's here to help. I think? Did Kristen of Phil send you?"

"Kristen," Tommy landed on the nightstand. "She couldn't completely undo the curse, clearly, so she sent me to make sure neither of you do anything stupid. Can you fly?"

Tubbo blinked back before flapping his wings rapidly as hard as he could. Nothing. "I don't think so."

"Hm." Tommy lifted in the air again. "We'll have to get that taken care of. Meet me downstairs when you're ready, we've got LOTS to talk about!"

Tommy launched off the desk and returned to human sized, walking back downstairs.

"I'm..." Tubbo turned back to Ranboo. "You know what? Nope! Not even gonna ask."

Ranboo snickered. "I'm glad you're back."

Tubbo snorted. "I'm glad YOURE back! Haven't seen you in forever."

Ranboo extended their hand, Tubbo stepping onto it. "Come on, let's go figure this out."

...

And they did.

It was a lovely spring, the first spring Ranboo had had in years. He took his sweet time walking around outside, helping out around the town between healing and being with Tubbo.

And Tubbo was adjusting as well as someone could in this sort of situation. With Tommy there to help, giving pointers on how to navigate through giant sized terrains, as well as him teaching Ranboo how to properly handle the tiny, it was going well.

"Is it bad I'm still nervous for the solstice?" Ranboo asked. Him and Tubbo had been looking out the window, with Tubbo snuggled in the little pocket in his shirt, watching the first dnow of the year. Which was surprising, as the solstice was tomorrow.

"Meh." Tubbo shrugged. "I'm... definetly nervous. But you know, old habits die hard, right?"

Ranboo hummed, the two looked out the window the rest of the night. Until they went up to bed.

"Goodnight," Ranboo yawned pulling over his covers.

"Night!" Tubbo stretched before curling up. They had discovered that as a dragon, Tubbo liked sleeping on piles. Not just gold pulls, but everything. Like fabric.

He let his eyes fall closed, and drifted to sleep. The rest was short, as it was cut off early in the morning by a loud crashing sound.

"Ranboo?!" Tubbo said from the floor, rubbing his head. Why was Tubbo so big?! "Where are you?! I can't see-"

"I'm under the blankets!" Ranboo shouted. Tubbo lifted up the covers and-

Tubbo was a giant. Ranboo scrambled back, realizing how small he was. He felt like he was with Phil and Kristen again.

"Here, let me put you on the desk," Tubbo grabbed Ranboo a bit tightly and plopped him in the nightstand. Ranboo collapsed.

"Don't do that please..." Ranboo was shaking like a leaf.

"Oh crap sorry-" Tubbo cringed back. "I know that that isn't the greatest feeling."

"And we had just gotten used to living with you as a tiny..." Ranboo whined, sighing.

It was going to be another long six months.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #giant!ranboo #tiny!tubbo #giant!phil #giant!kristen #do people call her krusten or mumza here? #giant!mumza #sizeshifter!tommy #ranboo and tubbo are *technically* size shifters but its barely there so whatever. #tiny!ranboo #<- in comparisson to mumza and phil

[marumarielle]

SOMEONE SEDATE ME IM HAVING THE POWER OF THE DOG BRAINROT

#maruniverse #shiftinconsciousness #shifting #shiftblr #shifting blog #anti shifters dni #shifting reality #shifting antis dni #shifter #shifting community #reality shifter #the power of the dog #phil burbank

[kieranthropy]

reach into ur local dungeon and you'll maybe pull out a scruffy failgirl butch

#kier creations #megadungeon posting #kiers oc corner #hi everyone this is phil she's existed for a bit but i keep forgetting to post him #hes a wolverine shifter shut in who works on her family's reindeer farm and is being forced to dungeoneer bc of her dumb stupid brother #frankly obsessed with her rn #dnd character design

[mathanlin]

Witch AU where village kid catshifter!Tommy starts developing magic.

It’s terrifying, sure. But he’s friends with the SBI coven, and they’ll surely take him in — though they don’t know he’s a shifter, they’re still kind.

So Tommy’s stunned when Phil flat-out rejects him.

“They’ll notice if a kid goes missing.”

*Not me,* Tommy almost says. That’s part of the problem. He’s barely able to stay in the village now — let alone if they discover he’s a witch.

But he still can’t bear to tell Phil, with his new magic so weak it’s only a liability.

“Phil, I can’t— I need a place to stay,” Tommy says, bordering on fearful frustration. “I wouldn’t ask if we weren’t— friends.”

*I thought we were,* he thinks. After all the times he’d played with the twins as a kid, Phil smiling & watching over them. 

He must've been wrong.

“No, Tommy.” Phil’s voice is soaked with frustration, too. “I can’t take care of you. Not if—”

He cuts off. Tommy still hears it.

*Not if it endangers my real sons.”

And, filled with a broken rage, Tommy snaps. 

“If you send me back, I’ll tell them where you live.”

It’s an empty threat. 

That must be clear, with how Tommy’s shaking, on the verge of tears. But he must’ve underestimated how much Phil loves his sons.

And how much he *doesn’t* love Tommy.

Because, voice humming with magic, Phil utters, “You won’t say *anything.*”

Tommy opens his mouth. 

To apologize, to beg, to tell Phil the truth. *I love you. You make me feel safe.* 

But of course, nothing comes out. 

Just like Phil wanted.

The worst part is, there’s only relief in Phil’s expression. No regret.

Not until Tommy stumbles back, shaking as he tries to form apology after apology, clutching uselessly at his throat. 

And even then, there’s only regret in Phil’s expression when Tommy turns and bolts.

(“He’ll be safe.”

That’s how Phil consoles his sons, comforting them with the idea of Tommy back at the village, warm, fed, and protected.

They don’t notice the cat huddled beside their house, pressed desperately against the wall.

Not until it sits silently on their doorstep.

And Tommy… Tommy’s okay with this.

At least he’s with them. Even if he can’t speak, can’t risk shifting back, can’t even purr when they hold him close — closer than they ever did when he was a filthy, skinny kid. Even if he’s still terrified of Phil.

It’s still worth it.)

.

.

.

It’s… not that hard for Phil to find out.

How that tiny, scrawny cat only curls up with Techno & Wil. How he hisses at Phil, no sound coming out, trembling violently.

How, when any danger arises, the cat that reminds him far too much of Tommy is willing to die for them.

But there’s still a final straw.

Tommy’s reckless. He’s not a normal cat, sure, but it’s still easy to accidentally knock bottles from counters. But unlike a cat, he doesn’t wait for Techno’s precious work to fall and shatter.

He shifts into a human, barely catching it.

He should’ve been alone.

Should’ve. 

But when he pulls himself back up, bottle in one shaking hand, Phil is staring at him.

“Tommy—”

Tommy runs.

Phil had made it *painfully* clear. 

Tommy’s a danger to his sons. So much of a danger that he’d rather shut Tommy up than risk any chance of hurting them.

And Tommy almost can’t blame him. Because, desperate for a place to live, he goes right back to the village.

But he should’ve known what would happen.

Kids that go missing for months? They don’t come back right. Especially kids like Tommy who were already on thin ice, sneaking into the woods at night where witches lived.

So all Tommy gets is a crossbow bolt right through the shoulder.

He’s done.

There’s no way to survive this. At least he was able to hide from the villagers, the curse keeping every pained cry inside his chest. But now he’s bleeding out on the forest floor. Alone.

But not for long.

“Tommy?”

Techno. Then, Wilbur, falling next to him.

And asking questions he can’t answer. “Oh god, what happened? Where were you? Why— fuck, Techno, why is he— why’s he quiet?”

Funny. If Tommy could speak, he knows what his last words would’ve been. Not an answer.

Just, *I love you.*

But they’re not his last words. He wakes, swaddled in blankets and bandages, back in the cottage he’s wanted to call home for years.

And the first thing he sees is Phil, sitting at his bedside.

“I’m so sorry.”

If Tommy could speak, that would’ve shut him up.

But he can’t speak. And so he thrashes, desperately trying to sit up. To run, maybe? To flee before Phil—  before he— 

And then Techno appears in the doorway, utterly pale.

“Dad, he’s… he’s been cursed.”

Silence.

“Cursed,” Phil repeats slowly. Like— like he’s not the one who did it. 

And that lie just keeps going. As Techno & Wil tend to Tommy’s wounds, gathering ingredients for a spell to heal him.

As they, as a coven, break that curse.

The spell works.

It does. Tommy can feel his voice, tucked back from where it’d been torn out. He can feel the coven’s eyes on him — Techno & Wil’s, hopeful, and Phil’s… unreadable.

So he’s still too terrified to speak. 

“Tommy?” Wilbur leans in, taking Tommy’s hand, on the verge of tears. “Oh, Toms, can you— did it work? Can you—”

“I’m sorry.”

Tommy keeps his eyes on Phil, even as the man… shudders?

“I’m sorry,” he rasps out again, voice choked and ugly as every bit of grief pours out. “I never would’ve— would’ve— told them. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please, please, I want to stay—”

Phil climbs to his feet, fast — and for once, Tommy can let out a panicked noise.

Even as the man stumbles away, face torn with grief.

And disappears.

(But Techno & Wil stay. 

And in their embraces, Tommy crumbles. Every truth that was locked behind his lips comes rushing out.

*Every* truth. From, “I love you,” to, “It was— it was Phil.”

And Phil… Phil doesn’t know what to do.

But he knows he’s *willing* to do anything. To make up for that horrible, brutal mistake, to take care of the kid he’s always loved like his own — even if it was hard to admit.

And maybe, just maybe, that’ll be enough to atone.)

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #sbi au #threadfic #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza

[conarcoin]

Expandedverse: Species Notes

Non-exhaustive, but some notes on the more common species :)

Nether Demons: The main race inhabiting the Nether. They are not really demonic entities, just humanoids who have evolved to survive in the Nether. The form they take is fixed, and can vary from looking extremely non-human (like Bad) to looking only slightly different from your average human (like Kara). Notable individuals: Bad, Kara, Eryn (hybrid)

Trickster Demons: Shapeshifting demonic entities who can take on any form, but usually choose one unique form to represent themselves. Rare, and stigmatized, they will often try to blend into society. Their true forms are more stereotypically demonic - spade tails, bioluminescence, horns, dark sclera, etc. Notable individuals: Tina, Travis, Grunk

Seafolk: Humanoids with aquatic characteristics - usually fish-like, but they can be dolphins, axolotls, etc as well. They are capable of living on land, but need to be considerate of different living requirements and accessibility. They are a single-sex race and gender identity is chosen as a coming of age thing, and is also flexible. They can be found everywhere, but are native to the Ocean Empire. Notable individuals: Lizzie, Jimmy, Cooper, Sally

Avians: Humanoid bird hybrids with small stature and large wingspans. Like seafolk, they come in all shapes. Their small bodies and hollow bones allow them to be more agile in the air, having less wind resistance than the average human. They live in pretty much every corner of the world. Notable individuals: Phil, Quackity, James

Sheepfolk: Shapeshifters who have two forms - anthropomorphic sheep, and sheep humanoid. Their anthro forms are usually short and fluffy (just think about Rammie). They inhabit the overworld and aren't limited to any one area. Notable individuals: Puffy, Schlatt, Mikey

Not a species, but a note on non-demonic shifters: they are only capable of shifting between two forms - typically one humanoid and one non-humanoid. They are either born into a race with this ability (like sheepfolk), inherit it through genetics (like Fundy), or are gifted the ability by a deity (like Connor).

#expandedverse #mcyt #mcyt au #smplive #dream smp #empires smp

[panlight]

#twilight renaissance

[unhonest-iago]

Dream SMP Fic Masterlist

DSMP as Bohemian Rhapsody

Not in Kansas Anymore; Aimsey gets isekai'd to origins smp

Star's a Witch!; hcs about Aimsey practicing witchcraft

You're My Wonderwall; CG!Awesamdude, Little!Foolish, Little!Reader + beach day [GN]

Dirty Laundry; Puffy finds out Schlatt cheated on her

I’m Just Like You; Michael’s feeling self conscious about his eye socket so Tubbo enlists the help of Captain Puffy to show him he’s not the only one without an eye

Insomniac Vulpe; How I think Fundy would act after the March 30th dream

Zoom Call; Teacher au, students realize Dream & George don't hate each other when teaching goes to online

Wasting My Youth; Dream helps Sapnap sneak back into the house after his date w/ y/n [GN]

You're such a Backstabber; the villain (SBI) shoots the person (Dream) next to the hero (George) instead

Older Brother Vibes; Headcanons about Dream being Reader's older brother [GN]

Steampunk Duo; Tina commissions Foolish to create a pair of wings for Hannah some time after she loses her elytra

Soulmates; Soulmate au + Foolish [GN]

Kids In Love; Foolish takes Tina as his date to a Ball

Windsor’s Knot; Schlatt teaches Fundy how to tie a tie

Kip; 'Don’t call me that, you lost that privilege a long time ago.'

Reckless Nights; Yogurt finds a box of Fundy's old stuff from L'Manberg days

Wanna Know My Name?; Reader reveals their govt. name to Fundy [GN]

Astérix; Fundy visits Mumza’s temple after his stint of astral projecting to Australia

Better Wash my Mouth out with Soap; Reader panics after a bit of miscommunication with some online friends and Fundy comforts them [GN]

Caregiver Fundy Hcs [GN]

You Know Dutch?; Fundy compliments the reader in Dutch not realizing the Reader can understand him

Negative Rizz; Fundy teleports to QSMP and ends up crushing on Cellbit

Monikers; Fundy wants a nickname from Felps that isn't fox boy. Or Felps learns more about Fundy over a night of drinking.

Or my fist will put you out; Fundy not able to lull Yogurt to sleep, goes to his dad (Revivedbur) for help

You’re So Fucking Pretty; Fundy's meets reader at a house party and later is the one that got away [GN]

Meeting Mumza; SBI meets Mumza in her in-between realm

Meeting Mumza Pt. 2; Fundy meets Mumza after a near death experience as a kit

Where the Wild Things are

Only in the Photographs

Yee Yee Kidnaps the Yip Yip; Sapnap kidnaps Fundy for a family reunion

Cathartic; Fundy catches Dream cheating on him w/ George

Foxtrap; Fundy gets caught in reader's hunting trap and eventually decides to let him go [GN]

Shifter; Headcanons/stuff George has in his shifting to Hogwarts script

Go White Boy Go

As Sly as a Fox; Niki but as the female victor from district 5 in The Hunger Games

Carmen; An imagine based around the song Carmen by Lana Del Rey. Starts off w/ Niki being a famous singer and regular at a bar that Minx bartends for

Can I Please Have a Waffle?; Reader take SBI to Waffle House [GN]

Lollipop; Philza stops Reader from eating a lollipop stick [GN]

Play Date with the Babysitter; Phil is asked to babysit Tommy, Techno and Wilbur. Tommy ends up making a microwave cake in a mug, bickering ensues.

Time-Sick; Philza discovers Reader is also immortal after a drunken slip-up during a night of trivia pursuit [GN]

Braids; Philza braids a young Techno’s hair

Birds & the Bees; Reader receives the bird & the bees talk from Philza, Techno, & Schlatt (separately) [GN]

SBI Movie Night

Tiktoker! Punz

Red means I Love You; The bit from Suicide Squad (2021) where Harley spends the day with the president and then ends up killing him due to a red flag [GN]

Bad Hair Day; Sapnap helps trans! y/n detangle his hair after seeing how tangled it's gotten [Male]

Rodeo! Sapnap Headcanons [GN]

Rabbit’s Foot; Origins Tommy dies trying to kill Techno in attempts to claim a rabbit’s foot for an unknown contractor

Interview [GN]

You’re a Mean One Mr. Soot; The song from The Grinch but written as if it were about Wilbur

London Boy; Basically I love London Boy as a Wilbur song so here’s y/n singing it as a little dedication to him during karaoke night w/ friends. [GN]

If I was…; Reader convinces Wilbur to do the one If I was... TikTok trend [GN]

You Promised! [GN]

Oh, the Less I know the Better; Reader has a booth at the Green Festival and gives Vikk a tarot reading as to possibly warn him and Lazar about their upcoming deaths [Fem]

When The Grimm Reaper Knocks; Vikk & Lazar's deaths expanded upon

#fic library #masterlists #masterposts #dsmp fic masterlist #dsmp fic masterpost #dsmp #mcyt #dsmp ensemble

[sarcastictissy]

Do you have any specific species head canons for any characters?

Okay, so not a species per-say but shape shifter Antoine?? Yes yes. I do think so indeed.

Also, I actually LOVE avian/ bird Cellbit!! Catbit is amazing, don't get me wrong, but bird Cellbit??? Hello??? Phil teaching him how to fly??? The Federation clipping his wings shortly after they captured him??? I'm so obsessed with this headcanon. Artists please, I beg

I also think it'd be awesome if either Pac, Mike or both have some sort of rodent hybrid genes from being experimented in prison? 👀 imagine mouse hybrid Pac and Mike????? The CHAOS they'd cause. It'd be like Ratackity but on steroids

#thank you for the ask! #qsmp #quackity smp #q pac #q mike #q cellbit #q antoine #q phil

[gonna-need-you-to-not]

Spn Episode Categories

Today in "Is it Autism or ADHD?", I put all the Supernatural episodes into categories by episode name.

ALLITERATION Dark Dynasty Monster Movie Plucky Pennywhistle’s Magical Menagerie Soul Survivor Tall Tales Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes Various and Sundry Villains War of the Worlds

BELIEVE Clap Your Hands if You Believe Do You Believe in Miracles

BIBLICAL Exodus In the Beginning Inherit the Earth Lazarus Rising Lucifer Rising Moriah Proverbs 17:3

BLOOD Blood Brother Bloodlines Bloodlust Bloody Mary Dead Man’s Blood First Blood Fresh Blood Let It Bleed My Bloody Valentine There Will Be Blood

BOOKS Bedtime Stories Book of the Damned Fan Fiction Meta Fiction Reading is Fundamental Slash Fiction The Monster at the End of this Book

CHILDREN Adventures in Babysitting Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things Destiny’s Child I Believe the Children are Our Future Pacman Fever Playthings Slumber Party The Kids are Alright

COLOURS Black Crossroad Blues Paint it Black Red Meat Red Sky at Morning Yellow Fever

DEAD or ALIVE Advanced Thanatology Bring Em Back Alive Dead in the Water Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid Death Takes a Holiday Death’s Door Defending Your Life In My Time of Dying It’s a Terrible Life Live Free or Twihard Rock Never Dies

DEVIL Beat the Devil Devil in the Detail Devil May Care Devil’s Bargain Devil’s Trap Sympathy for the Devil The Devil You Know

EMOTIONS Everybody Hates Hitler Everybody Loves a Clown Love Hurts Optimism We Happy Few

FAMILY All in the Family Family Feud Family Matters Family Remains

FIRE/HEAT Caged Heat Halt and Catch Fire Out of the Darkness Into the Fire

FIRST/LAST/NEW/OLD First Born Last Call Last Holiday Meet the New Boss Out With the Old

GIRLS/BOYS/MEN/LADIES A Most Holy Man About a Boy Bad Boys Girl Next Door Girl With the Dungeons & Dragons Tattoo Girls Girls Girls Hook Man Inside Man Ladies Drink Free LARP and the Real Girl Man Who Knew Too Much Man Who Would Be King Mans Best Friend with Benefits Repo Man Slice Girls

GODS & MONSTERS Atomic Monsters Good God Yall Hammer of the Gods How to Win Friends and Influence Monster Remember the Titans

GOING SOMEWHERE? Appointment in Samarra Beyond the Mat Carry On Dark Side of the Moon Don't Go in the Woods Exile on Main Street Frontierland Heroes’ Journey Hollywood Babylon Into the Mystic Lebanon Long Distance Call Mystery Spot No Exit Our Little World Phantom Traveller Point of No Return Road Kill Road Trip Sin City Stranger in a Strange Land

GOOD/BAD Bad Day at Black Rock Bad Place Bad Seed Born Under a Bad Sign Damaged Goods Good Intentions Let the Good Times Roll

HEART Angel Heart Heart Heartache My Heart Will Go On

HEAVEN & HELL All Dogs Go to Heaven All Hell Breaks Loose (Part 1 and 2) Heaven Can’t Wait Hell’s Angel Holy Terror I’m No Angel King of the Damned Raising Hell Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell Stairway to Heaven

HELLO/GOODBYE Hello Cruel World Goodbye Stranger

HOUSE & HOME Hell House Home Houses of the Holy Safe House

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD Don’t You Forget About Me Galaxy Brain Just My Imagination Memory Remains Peace of Mind Wishful Thinking

LATIN/OTHER LANGUAGE Hunteri Heroici Jus in Bello Malleus Maleficarum Reichenbach

MOVIE TITLES/REFERENCES Back to the Future Blade Runners Born Again Identity Hunter Games I Know What You Did Last Summer Real Ghostbusters Taxi Driver The Usual Suspects There’s No Place Like Home Tombstone You Can’t Handle the Truth

NAME A Little Slice of Kevin Alex Annie Alexis Ann Are You There God It’s Me Dean Winchester Ask Jeeves Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox Criss Angel is a Douchebag Curious Case of Dean Winchester Dog Dean Afternoon Don’t Call Me Shurley It’s the Great Pumpkin Sam Winchester Jack in the Box Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets Party On Garth Patience Sam Interrupted Shut Up Dr Phil Simon Says There’s Something about Mary Thin Lizzie We Need to Talk About Kevin Weekend at Bobby’s

NATIONALITIES American Nightmare British Invasion French Mistake

NIGHT Game Night Night Shifter Nightmare Nightmare Logic Nightshifter

NUMBERS 99 Problems Hibbing 911 Magnificent Seven Mannequin 3: the Reckoning Route 666 Season 7 Time For a Wedding The One You’ve Been Waiting For The Third Man Two and a Half Men Two Minutes to Midnight

PAIRS Alpha and Omega Form and Void Freaks and Geeks Gods and Monsters Heaven and Hell Lost and Found Prophet and Loss Scorpion and the Frog Sex and Violence Torn and Frayed Trial and Error

RELATIVES Brother’s Keeper Mamma Mia Mommy Dearest Mother’s Little Helper O Brother Where Art Thou Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven Rising Son Wayward Sisters What’s Up Tiger Mommy

SAYINGS/EXPRESSIONS Abandon All Hope And Then There Were None Fallen Idols Jump the Shark Keep Calm and Carry On Mint Condition No Rest for the Wicked Of Grave Importance On the Head of a Pin Rock and a Hard Place Southern Comfort Survival of the Fittest

SINGLE WORD #thinman Absence Asylum Baby Breakdown Bugs Byzantium Captives Croatoan Despair Faith Funeralia Ghostfacers Hunted LOTUS Metamorphosis Nihilism Ouroboros Pilot Plush Provenance Roadkill Sacrifice Salvation Scarecrow Shadow Skin Unity Wendigo

SONG Executioner’s Song Song Remains the Same Swan Song

SONG TITLES All Along the Watchtower Dream a Little Dream of Me Folsom Prison Blues I Think I’m Gonna Like it Here Like a Virgin Paper Moon Stuck in the Middle With You

SUPERNATURAL A Very Supernatural Christmas Scoobynatural

TEETH Bitten Citizen Fang Sharp Teeth

THE Benders Big Empty Chitters End Foundry Future Gamblers Great Escapist Mentalists Prisoner Purge Raid Rapture Rupture Scar Spear Trap Vessel Werther Project

THING/SOMETHING Something Wicked The Thing The Things They Carried The Things We Left Behind

TIME As Time Goes By Golden Time Time After Time Time After Time After Time Time is on My Side

TV After School Special Changing Channels Clip Show

UN Unfinished Business Unforgiven Unhuman Nature

WHO/WHAT/WHEN What Is and What Should Never Be When the Levee Breaks Who We Are

YOU & ME Drag Me Away From You Free to Be You and Me

Some obviously qualify for more than one category, so I just picked one 🤷‍♀️

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #spn fam #spn family #supernatural family #spn fandom

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

the dog days are over

by rubys_ramblings

dog shifter Tommy gets picked up by ordinary human Wilbur. accidental found family ensues.

Words: 6993, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Sam | Awesamdude, Steve the Polar Bear (Dream SMP)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Family Feels, Steve the Polar Bear is a Dog (Dream SMP), Epilepsy, Seizures, TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Animal Shifter TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), he's a dog - Freeform, Mentioned Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), he's very dead tho, also he was the bad guy, Angst and Feels, Piglin Hybrid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot is Not Okay, Phil Watson is Not Technoblade's Parent (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson is Not Tommyinnit's Parent (Video Blogging RPF), Medical Inaccuracies, in my fic? it's more likely than you think, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Dehumanization, But not on purpose, Fluff and Angst, Protective Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Not Siblings

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

[nobodywritingao3]

Your Love (Deja Vu) [ch 2]

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Phil stores his sons during a fight, revealing his true nature to them. Caught up in the moment, he doesn't get a chance to explain to them and falls asleep. When he wakes up, they're inconsolable.

CW: - gore - minor character death - Phil eats people - hard vore - soft vore

title taken from 'Your Love (Deja Vu)' by Glass Animals but specifically the stripped back version because that makes me cry

word count: 1.7k 💔 read it on AO3

Phil wakes up with the sun on his face, covered in blood. That's never a good thing, but it's especially a not-good thing when one is a giant with adopted human children who doesn't immediately remember the previous day's events. He blinks dazedly at the sky, the taste of raw human still faint in his mouth and panics as the worst conclusion instantly plants itself in his mind.

His heart pounds and he sits up fast; worry, shame, and grief working their way into every nerve when the memories rush him like a flood.

Oh. Fuck.

At least I didn't digest my fucking kids, he thinks hysterically. He can feel them in his storage, huddled together and probably - no, definitely terrified.

Guilt curls unpleasantly in his gut, somewhere between the soldiers and his sons, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

"Boys?" He whispers. "Are you...?" He can't bring himself to finish the sentence - of course they're not okay, they're probably losing their minds.

He can feel them shift around. It's silent for agonizing seconds until there's a small, half whimpered, "Dad?" from inside.

His heart leaps, and then promptly crashes as he hears a whispered, "Tommy! Shut the fuck up - ! " accompanied by a struggling sensation in his storage.

He experimentally lays a hand across his midsection and gently rubs circles into his brood pouch. They jolt away from that part of the storage and press themselves into the opposing wall. Hot shame climbing his throat, he reluctantly stops.

"Hey, hey - it's okay, everything is okay," he gently murmurs to them, trying to imbue his words with as much love and reassurance as he can. "You're all safe; I would never do anything to - " he trails off guiltily. He's already hurt them. Pathetically, he finishes, "I love you. So, so much."

He slowly stands up, painfully aware of how his movements are affecting them.

They've never been in his brooding pouch before and this has been a horrible introduction. He never wanted to store them in the first place ( - a blatant lie. He had wanted this days into taking them in - ) and this has been exactly why. They see him as a monster now. They witnessed him massacre an army; thought for an entire night that their own father had eaten them - they waited that long to digest!

He breathes, trying to steady his rushing heartbeat. They can hear it, that's the nature of storage pouches, and he doesn't want them to know how scared he is.

"Give me ten minutes, okay? I'll bring you out soon." He speaks calmly, sounding more controlled than he is.

He doesn't have a giant toothbrush, he notes numbly.  There's gristle and blood undoubtedly stuck in his teeth, and he knows without checking that his breath smells like meat and death. He stares at his hands in dismay; they're caked in flaking, dry blood. His clothes are ruined. He doesn't want them to see him like this.

A cruel voice in his brain reminds him that they already have.

He walks a steady pace to a nearby river - at his size, closer to a small stream - and begins to clean himself off. He got rid of all his giant sized clothes when he took in the kids, reasoning to himself that it would be more trouble than it was worth hiding them for a few decades when he spent nearly all his time pretending to be human anyway. He regrets that now, regarding his bloodstained shirt and jeans. He rinses his mouth - once, twice, six times - and does his best to brush and clean with his fingers and watery reflection. He picks a few bone fragments from his teeth and tosses them into the river, before remembering that the twins love to play there. He stares at the water in horror and hopes neither of them ever stumble across the remains.

Well fuck, he thinks to himself. There's nothing I can do about that now.

He takes another look at his reflection. Most of the blood is gone and his mouth is considerably better than before, but it's still - it's not good enough. It will never be good enough.

How gross is his mouth right now? He cleaned what he could, but what if there's still blood clinging to his teeth? They'll see it when he brings them back up. They've already seen it. They saw it after he'd just eaten twenty or thirty people, they thought that he was trying to do the same thing to them -

He inhales sharply and blinks back tears.

He's a monster. They see that now. He has to face the music.

He makes his way back to the cottage. He stops on his way there to stare at the blood soaked field his rampage had taken place. There are still bits and pieces of people lying on the field. He regards the sky, feeling numb. They're due for rainfall soon... and the local wildlife will scavenge the loose meat. There's nothing else to be done except hope that the kids don't come out to the field between now and whenever it looks less fucked up and bloody. He continues to the house.

When he arrives, he kneels before the front door and tries to muster the courage to speak with his kids. He stares at the house for longer than he should and he can feel them nervously stir in his gut.

"Boys?"

They don't respond. He hadn't really expected them to.

"I... You don't need to be scared of what's about to happen," he begins gently. "It'll feel like a pull. Don't resist, alright? It's - it's okay if you do, I understand if you do, but please try to relax."

He can feel them moving, standing up and shuffling about in a panicked kind of way, and before he can second guess himself, he starts to bring someone up.

The muscles in his storage clamp down around a figure, and the screaming starts. His heart pounds wildly and he has to fight himself to keep going. They're struggling - he thinks it's Techno - squirming and wriggling, which is bad enough on its own, but fighting too, punching and kicking back. He flinches at the sharp pain, his eyes starting to sting. The tissue lining his storage tube is soft and easily damaged (because normal parents don't terrify their children into tearing them apart from the inside), and whoever is coming up is determined not to make the journey easy. He goes quickly, unwilling to prolong this for either of them, and when they finally reach the top and tumble into his mouth, it's all he can do to not spit them into his hand. They taste like Technoblade, confirming his suspicion. Tech is still fighting, punching at any surface he can reach, and being particularly harsh with Phil's tongue.

He forces himself to go slowly now. He brings Techno to the front of his mouth and cups his hands at his chin. Before his mouth is even fully open, Techno is clawing his way out. He lands in Phil's hands and scrambles up, blinking dumbly at his father with a slight shake in his body.

Phil stares at him. "... Hello," he rasps out.

Technoblade snaps from his stupor, shrinking backwards only to flinch away as he hits Phil's curled fingers.

"Oh - okay, okay, I'm putting you down - I'm putting you down," he sets Techno in front of their door while stumbling over his words. He leans back, giving him space. "You - you should take a shower."

Techno never take his eyes off Phil, retreating slowly and grasping blindly for the doorknob. As soon as he finds it, he's gone, and Phil sighs defeatedly.

He massages his throat, wincing in pain. It'll bruise and possibly tear, but he knows he deserves it.

He clears his voice. "Tommy? Wilbur?"

They still.

"Your big brother is fine. Someone else needs to come up now," he explains tiredly. "Please, please don't squirm. That makes it more difficult for both of us."

He starts the process again. Something is very wrong. The lump coming up is too big, has too many limbs and - fuck. They're coming up together. His eyes widen as he realizes, but it's too late now, and he knows there's nothing he can do if this is what they want. They're hugging each other, which makes it harder to move or attack him, but his throat burns from the stretch of bringing up two of his brood at once.

They fall into his mouth, still clinging to teach other. They're silent but shaking and Phil feels a fresh wave of shame collapse over him. He brings them forward and opens his mouth, gently releasing them into his palm.

Wilbur holds Tommy in a vicelike grip, his eyes squeezed shut and Tommy's face buried in his chest.

Phil resists the urge to inspect them. He keep his fingers a respectful distance from the pair, knowing that any kind of touch is traumatic right now.

He clears his throat again, and feels how torn up it is. It burns when he speaks and his voice sounds like a creaking door. "You're okay... open your eyes."

It takes a few seconds but Wilbur peeks. He opens his eyes wider, in awe of the sky and nature, though his grip on Tommy never ceases.

Phil starts to move them to the porch but Tommy squeals and curls even more into Wilbur's arms, causing him to freeze instantly.

"Sorry. Sorry," he whispers. "I'm just putting you by the house. I - I'm sorry."

They're silent and still.

He starts to move again, painfully slow and tense.

He deposits them gently on the ground and as soon as he's a safe distance away, the door swings open and Technoblade grabs Tommy by the leg, literally dragging him through the door. Wilbur scrambles in after, falling over himself to get away from Phil. The door shuts with a resounding slam, and Phil can't help but flinch away from the noise.

He stares at the house for a few seconds before shrinking down into his human form. Thirty minutes later, he gets up the nerve to knock on the door.

~ ~ ~

i wrote like 4k words and then decided to cut off the second half and just save it for the next chapter so weee earlier post then planned

hope you enjoyed <3

#rose writes #giant!phil #tiny!technoblade #tiny!tommy #tiny!wilbur #size shifter!phil #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #mcyt fanfic #angst #dark fic #dark!phil #gore tw #vore tw #hard vore #soft vore #fearplay #monster!phil #storage stomach #pred!phil #prey!wilbur #prey!technoblade #prey!tommy #fantasy au #sbi #sbi as family #your love deja vu (fanfic)

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

ok so imma bout to sleep but loki, what is your hybrid headcannons? id love to know which one you hc and enjoy lol

Well honestly most of mine are pretty basic and/or mainstream, but lemme think if there's anything notable to mention

I generally consider c!Techno to just be a full piglin rather than a hybrid, or sometimes a piglin-human shapeshifter

For c!Ranboo oddly enough I haven't really thought much about what their other half actually is for all my headcanons around them being half something else. Honestly, aside from the fact it messes up my other headcanons and also design for them I do think it's really funny if c!Ranboo is just. A funny looking Enderman. Like some sort of partially albino or something. 'cus it's really funny for them to be so confused about their other half only for it to just. Not.

Alternatively, cat!Ranboo and dog!Ranboo (I could make a whole other post on why dog!Ranboo, but basically he just acts a whole heck of a lot like a puppy sometimes/a lot of times and I love that sm)

I generally consider c!Philza to be a human who was transformed when he became the Goddess of Death's angel, and aside from some new biology quirks like not being able to taste spiciness after the change most of his bird traits were actually just how his personality is. He definitely has wings, one being basically blown in half.

c!Niki is either a maine coon or bobcat hybrid or shifter, or maybe a fox (idk why fox, she just feels like she could be a good one)

c!Wilbur is basically just human but a little to the left, 'cus his dad's still genetically human but his mom is a Deity. (He's got funny ears, and maybe also the potential to get wings some day. Also maybe a funny eye color, like bright amber-y gold, or maybe it changes depending on emotional state 'cus I also do like dark browned eyed c!Wilbur)

c!Fundy is like a kitsune or something, generally a fox but he has the potential to learn to shapeshift (given enough time and guidance on figuring that out, which he never really gets, between Sally being divorced and Wilbur being... y'know). Honestly, genetic/species-wise c!Fundy is actually probably something really impressive from the combination of kitsune and Death God.

c!Tommy I thematically like being just an ordinary human (c!Dream too), but I don't like drawing humans and that's also just kinda boring. Otherwise I like most of the popular c!Tommy hybrids, raccoon, cow, demon-thing, possum, and will probably settle on something like that eventually (though idk). Personally not very into bird!Tommy though, mostly 'cus it comes out of him being c!Phil's son which I just don't headcanon

I think that's about all though, thanks for the ask Sailor! :D

#dsmp headcanon #uhhh so many of them to tag wait a moment- #dsmp techno #dsmp ranboo #dsmp philza #dsmp niki #dsmp wilbur #dsmp fundy #dsmp tommy #my headcanons #me answering asks #thanks sailor!

[i-am-beckyu]

Ok—

Tell me about:

Just out of reach, but never out of sight!!

What sorta ramble do you have for it?

:0000 you want me to ramble about my au? 🥹

Okay okay so I’ve had to take a break from writing atm because I’ve been so busy after the move it’s nuts so Jornos chapter 2 still needs a lil rewrite but we’ll get there. So real question now is what do I wanna share?

Okay so random headcanon. As it’s said Tommy is an orphan boi. His birth parents abandoned him were for two reasons.

They recognise something was wrong about Tommy and deem him different (just like everyone else) and

They’re outie borrowers and he’s extra dead weight.

They don’t know that where they leave him is near a colony tho and Imma say that they are eaten by a bird later ^v^ Tommy’s parents also weren’t sizeshifters themselves. One of their ancestors was and the gene skips every few generations.

Now you’ve probably notice I’m really playing into the borrower trope for this Au. I really like that whole: what’s this? And what’s that? Wait you use this for what? Scenes and I think it’s really funny! Tommy is constantly learning about new stuff. So when it is eventually revealed that he’s a size shifter, Tommy just explodes with question upon question about anything and everything he can think of.

It gets to the point that Techno gets Tommy a children’s book of objects to teach Tommy what things are (as well as improve his reading) and they’ll just sit in the living room playing like eye spy for Tommy to find out what things are called with his book.

This also ties in a bit in with family outings sbi go on. Because Tommys only ever really seen the world as gigantic for most of his life, he’s absolutely shocked to see just how big the world is! He’s shown a map of the world and finds it very difficult to comprehend just how big it is. Wilbur loves explaining stuff like that to him and will take him out all the time! He takes him to the Zoo a lot to show him the animals! He adores seeing his baby brothers face light up upon seeing every animal. Although he thinks it’s funny when Tommy dubs every animal Clementine…

Cooking with Phil though is an absolute favourite for Tommy. For a long time he wouldn’t eat very much because he didn’t want to be a nuisance and was stuck in the borrower mentality of take what you need, (which was like nothing in Tommys mind) but when Phil got him to settle down and eat properly, he wanted to learn how to cook too! Baking cookies is def his fav recipe to make. Not for the sugar rush or anything tho….

Yeah so these are kinda just post reveal headcanon so because idk what to share on the actual story without giving it away but hope you liked em! Thanks for asking and have some lollipops to show my appreciation 🍭🍭🍭🍭

#da3dm my beloved #just out of reach but never out of sight au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tiny!tommy #sizeshifter!tommy #giant!philza #giant!wilbur #giant!techno #brain go brrrrrr with question

[mathanlin]

Hero AU where hero!Tommy’s the secret fourth member of SBI.

Secret, because that’s his entire purpose. With his shapeshifting ability, he can masquerade as any of the other three heroes, making public appearances when they can’t.

Until he’s captured.

It’s Wilbur’s face he’s using, Siren’s outfit he’s wearing.

He’d be lying if he said it didn’t lend him a bit of courage as a villain looms over him, smiling darkly.

“Oh, we got the little one.”

‘Little.’ They have no idea how right they are.

For all they know, Wilbur’s the youngest. No one knows about Tommy, a new hero hurried through training & right into the highest ranking hero’s team.

He’s important, even if he’s nothing more than backup.

But they’ll still come for him.

Tommy clings to that hope. Maybe the proof-of-life photo of ‘Wilbur’s’ face, cut & bruised, is sobering. Maybe the ransom the villains are demanding is worth a tool like Tommy.

Maybe hearing his voice through the phone is enough.

“Siren?”

Tommy leans closer to the phone the villain’s shoved beside his ear.

He’s playing a role. He’s Wilbur, son of the Angel. He’s supposed to be strong, tough, and not afraid of anything.

But he still whispers, “Dad?”

That’s all he gets to say.

The phone’s yanked away, taking Phil’s voice with it.

And the villain spits, “Last chance. You want your kid, pay up. I’m done waiting.”

A week.

That’s how long it’s been. How long the villain’s taken his anger out on Tommy, how long Tommy’s been able to keep his disguise up.

But hearing the villain rip Phil’s voice away is the last straw.

Tommy’s last shreds of bravado crumble.

So does his illusion.

Silence. Tommy trembles as the villain appraises him, icy smile slowly growing.

“Would you look at that.”

Tommy tries to curl up. The bindings stop him, and he can only turn his face — his *true* face — away.

The villain hums, “I see. That’s why they’re taking so long.”

“What?”

Tommy’s whisper is his own. He can’t even cling to Wilbur’s voice anymore.

“Your heroes,” the villain murmurs. “I was wondering why they’d stopped looking for you.”

“No. They— you’re lying,” Tommy chokes out. “They—”

“Shifters aren’t cheap,” the villain interrupts, tilting their head. “But they’ll find another, won’t they?”

And even if he could speak… Tommy can’t say no.

He’d never been worth the cost. He’d been clingy. Annoying. He can’t act, can’t even pretend to be brave.

“Well.” The villain steps closer, laughing as Tommy cowers. “If they can’t find a use for you, I suppose I will.”

It should be terrifying. And it is.

But the hopelessness is worse.

*I was wondering why they'd stopped looking for you.*

If anything’s going to kill Tommy, it’s that. Not the interrogations, the blows, or even the mocking taunts.

It’s being left behind.

And the longer he waits, the more likely it seems that’ll be his fate.

#sbi #sbi au #dsmp #dsmp au #mcyt #threadfic

[prrism]

–Hello my [platonic] beloved Pri! ❄ is about to give an alternate route of Wanderer! Special thanks to the almighty bathtime [Lmao]

Brothers!Disc Duo with Sister!Reader and Drista!

×Little Explanation×

Dream, Reader, Drista, and Tommy belong to a rare hybrid mutation species called "Celestials", which are similar to The Starborne Origins except for a few details that differentiate them from the rest and why they are called mutated. Celestials are also known as "Children of Chaos/Void" due to the mysterious and ethereal essence the Void offers, it's even said that Celestials came from the Primodial Mother Chaos [Yes Chaos is actually a Demigirl].

Dream is still an Owl Hybrid, however his Celestial mutation takes when it's night or in complete darkness. His wings turn black and is now littered with stars.

Reader is a Phantom Hybrid, but she don't take much damage from the sun like their Origins [Since the Sun is practically a star in science means]. She still retains her Hybrid Abilities albeit a bit more powerful at night.

Drista is a Void Shifter, basically a nocturnal version of a Shapeshifter. The power of her abilities depends on the moon cycle, she is at the strongest every New Moon and weakest at Full Moon, and how close the Void is, more closer determines the power she has.

Tommy is a Demon [I'm a big fan of Horned-Innit okay–] but his Horns are pitch black with small rings full of celestial debris and stuff surrounding it.

They can all appear and dissapear their hybrid features at will [Exception of Drista since she's she's a shapeshifter and it ain't entirely obvious] and stop aging at 25, living for centuries.

×Backstory and Plot×

Celestials are pretty rare and deal a lot of market value, so the four siblings travel a lot. However, a group of hunters found them and decided to capture/sell them to the Black Market.

Dream, being the eldest, decided to be a distraction, though that'll cost his wings getting ripped, while Reader, second eldest, hid Drista, third and was a child, and Tommy, youngest and was a baby at that time, in seperate locations to grow normally and out of danger.

Dream managed to escape with his wings still intact but now wears a mask to prevent recognition whilst Reader continues traveling and making sure she doesn't get in to trouble or contact [Obviously].

The four grow up away from each other due to the dangers of their mutations but Dream had enough and devised a plan to meet up with his siblings after for so long, aka the SMP. Tommy and Drista are well aware of their bloodline and know they have siblings, siblings who risked their lives to make sure theirs were stable. The lore goes on in canon, except Dream shows subtle favoritism on Tommy and Tommy seems alright with Dream's presence.

Until Jschlatt appeared. Dream knows him very well, as he was one of the hunters who tried to kill them.

Pogtopia time, Reader comes with Drista, both observing from the shadows. Reader approaches Dream with the information that almost everyone, save for Techno, Phil, Wilbur, Ranboo, Connor, and Niki, have direct connections from the hunters who tried to ruin them, that includes Tubbo. Reader and Dream make a plan to bring Tommy to their side and isolate themselves from to SMP to further avoid problems. Canon goes until Tommy Exile, then we go to divergence.

Dream still manipulates Tommy, albeit no abuse or torture, with the intention for Tommy to join him and their sisters to go wander together, away from the SMP's Problems. Then they have healthy Disc Duo bonding time until Reader and Drista comes along to join them, and to warn about the upcoming war. Since the past is revealed and Tommy no longer is associated with Tubbo, sadly, they are not joining Techno and set off to leave the SMP. The Celestials went off to live in peace for a while, they don't really bother themselves in war anymore since the family is now complete and that's all they can ask for.

×Facts if needed [You don't necessarily have to add them, I just thought it'll be nice]×

× In this AU, Dream, Reader, Drista, and Tommy are all Chaotic Neutral/Neutral Evil.

× Wilbur is still alive since they managed to kill Jschlatt and no TNT were set off.

× Jschlatt was tortured by Dream for revenge, before Dream finished him.

× Events after Tommy's exile were altered because Disc Duo weren't present, and Final Confrotation didn't exist.

× All of The SMP members are now Neutral to Tommy and Dream.

× Chaos Trio [Dream, Techno, Wilbur] are now Chaos Squad, since Reader joined.

Hoooooooo boi! ❄️ my dear, there is so much to unpack here (I mean this in the best of ways) and after many unsatisfying attempts I realized that because there’s so much I couldn’t fit it all into one story so I will be splitting this into another part. I defiantly strayed from what the ask originally was but the core idea is still there. Enjoy!

Celestial Convergence

Summary: After being separated at a young age, Dream decides now was the time to get his family back together again…

Characters: Disc Duo & Drista x Reader

Relationships: platonic/familial

Pronouns: she/her/they/them (you did say sister specifically sooo…)

“Are you insane!” You whisper-yell at your brother, the idea he proposed sounding outrageously risky.

“Maybe a little, but can you really blame me? This could be your only chance to escape.” He reasons.

“What about you though? I-I can’t just let you get yourself killed.”

“(Y/n), please. Don’t just throw away our only chance at freedom for me, we have to do this so they can grow up safely.” Dream urges, nodding towards a sleeping Tommy and half-asleep Drista. You stare at the two for a while before taking a shaky breath.

“Okay, let’s do this.” You give a look of determination. He beams at you and gives you a hug, you’re more then happy to return it. Dream steps away from you and stares down at the iron bars that kept you locked in this cage, he grips them tightly, his knuckles almost turning white at the force. It always amazes you whenever you get to watch his wings unfurl, the feathers shifting from their usual barred owl colours to a black canvas, mirroring the starry night sky itself. With a harsh tug he manages to bend the bars, now it was your turn to act quickly scooping Drista and Tommy up into your arms and cling to them while you focus on making not just yourself but the two of them disappear with you, another harsh tug and there’s just enough space to squeeze out of the cage.

“What was that?” “The celestials are escaping!” “Well don’t just stand there! Get them you idiots!” The voices of the hunters ring out around the area, you move as fast as your legs can carry you to the nearest grouping of trees for cover. “Oi! I found one!” You paused for a moment and dared yourself to look back, seeing the hunters give chase to Dream. You wanted to help him but the squirming toddler and stirring baby reminded you otherwise, you continue forward into the surrounding forest and keep running until the shouts and clashing of weapons fades from your ears…

How long have you been traveling? A while, that’s all you were able to decipher. After the first night of your escape you hadn’t really stopped moving, not like you were unused to that but the two little ones in your arms certainly needed somewhere much safer to stay, luckily you had finally made it to a town you were familiar with by night 3. You keep yourself invisible and have a look around, the night offered such calming ambiance but now was no time to rest. You walk up to one of the houses and have a peek inside, it was simple enough, but that wasn’t what you were looking for. Moving to the next house you have another peek, nothing there either. The third house was about the same as the previous two, it wasn’t until the eighth house that you found what you were looking for. It wasn’t a person in particular but a sigil, one that indicates protection and refuge, they’ve been used to help celestials like yourself many times in the past, a symbol of hope for you. Still though, with everything going on you couldn’t just let both your siblings stay here, it’d be too suspicious. You carefully place Drista down, she lets out a soft whine having gone from your comforting grip to the hard ground.

“Shhhh, I know it’s difficult but you’ll be much safer here on your own… just don’t try to shapeshift too much.” You say quietly. Making yourself visible for a moment you use your now free arm to give a few knocks to the door and take a step back, returning to the shadows. A sheep woman opens the door after a bit looking around until she sees Drista sitting there looking up at her innocently, the woman picks her up and carry’s her inside, taking one last look around before shutting the door.

“Looks like it’s just you and me until I find somewhere else for you to stay.” You sigh, looking down at Tommy who just yawns and cuddles into your grip…

Another few days had passed and the terrain was becoming much colder, you’d made the mistake of dropping your invisibility cover for a rest seeing as it drains your energy after a while. However the mistake was you did so in a semi-public area meaning people saw you, and while most went about doing nothing a few alerted some hunters in the area. You made a mad dash in the only direction they weren’t blocking, gripping tightly to the baby in your arms to not drop him.

You wrap your cloak around Tommy, doing what you could to keep him warm, you were part phantom so the cold didn’t bother you as much thankfully. You dash through a forest and the second you’re far enough away you focus and make the two of you invisible again, staying as still as possible while you hear the approach and retreat of the hunters footsteps. You let out a sigh once the coast is clear and continue trekking your way through the snowy tundra, it wasn’t until nightfall that you see a small light in the distance, a glimmer of hope sparking in you. Hurrying yourself forward you see a house take shape, then you pause… what if this was a trap, could you really trust this? Staring back down at the squirmy baby in your arms a soft smile dances across your lips and you knew you had to try, for him. Stealing yourself you continue forward, drawing closer to the building, once close enough you peek inside the window just catching two boys close to your age dash down a hallway. Your eyes scan the interior of the home, when they land on the sigil you prayed to see you physically in relief.

“Don’t you worry, you’re going to be taken real good care of here. You’ll even have older brothers to play with.” You reassure, though you’re not sure if it’s for Tommy or yourself. You go to place him down by the door when Tommy starts whining, managing to shuffle his arms free of the cloak around him and reach them towards you, he makes a grabbing motion with his hands as another whine leaves him. “Shhhh. Shhhh. It’s okay. I’ll be alright, but I can’t stay here, it’s too risky. I promise one day I’ll come back and we can be a family again. For now you be good to these people, okay?” Small sobs and more whines are your response, it broke your heart that you had to do this but there wasn’t any other option that would be safer. “I know what can help.” You mutter as you bundle him up again nice and cozy. You start singing a soft lullaby.

“It always seems more quiet, in the dark, it always feels so stark~ How silence grows under the moon, constellations gone so soon~ I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun~ Now all my stories have been told except for one…~” You pause a second to look down at the nodding off baby, a melancholic smile on your face as you continue. “As the stars start to align I hope you take it as a sign that you’ll be okay. Everything will be okay~ And if the seven rings collapse, although the day could be my last, you will be okay. When I’m gone you’ll be okay~ And when creation goes to die you can find me in the sky. Upon the last day, and you will be okay~” With that you gently set his sleeping figure down before making yourself visible enough to place three loud knocks on the door before disappearing from view once more.

“Hello?” A blonde haired man answers the door, this couldn’t be more perfect, he looked like he could genuinely be Tommy’s father, no one would know any better. When the man spots said sleeping child he carefully picks Tommy up and scans the area with a concerned look, completely unaware of your presents now a few feet away. With one more sweep across the area the man finally retreats into his home with a saddened sigh.

“Be good to him. Please.” You quietly plead, disappearing into the night…

It’s been… years since the last time you’d seen anyone from your family, you couldn’t say for how long. Time has always been something you didn’t bother yourself much with preferring to focus on the now, and right now you were following a lead you got from one of the villages you commonly did trades with. Someone had mentioned an SMP that had arose awhile ago and in the time it’s been around there’s already been a war and the potential for a second to arise, needless to say curiosity got the better of you. Still you didn’t wish to waltz right in, after all you were never safe from hunters and the odds of some residing in such a place was extremely likely, not to mention with the mild translucency to your skin it wasn’t hard to pick you out of a crowd. Having finally made it to the border of said SMP you take a second to evaluate your surroundings, readjusting the hood of your coat over your head you continue forward.

There wasn’t much going on, maybe a few common mobs, but to be fair you did wander into a more forested area. Soon enough faint voices can be heard in the distance, too far for you to make out what they were saying, but it was defiantly people. Invisibility has always been your best friend throughout the years, although it can be exhausting if used for too long on sunny days like today, still you needed to approach with caution and find out if whoever was talking would be friend or foe. You edge closer and closer until three people are visible, one wore an odd pair of glasses? Goggles? Hard to say for sure. Another wore a t-shirt with a flame logo on it, and a matching white bandana. The last of the three wore a smiling mask, making it impossible to see any facial features, and yet something felt oddly familiar about him. While examining the three you slip up and crack a branch under your feet, these three had fast reflexes, they all pull out bows and shoot in your general direction. One of the arrows manages to catch your arm making you lose focus and tumble into view, completely visible.

“And who are you supposed to be, a spy?” The bandana one questions, glaring daggers at you. You stare at the arrow in your arm, that sadly won’t be coming out anytime soon, then up at the three. “Well? You gonna say something?” More of a threat then a question seeing as he raises his weapon in your direction. Moving quickly you kick out the guys legs and make yourself invisible once more, fighting past the pain to push off the ground and make a dash back into the forest. Even with the arrow still visible you weren’t an easy target to see as you weave through the trees, listening for the trio chasing after you. Taking a moment to catch your breath you duck into some bushes, watching as two of the men run by while the one with the mask pauses and tilts his head in an odd way, as if listening for something. You take in a sharp, pained breath when you accidentally nudge the arrow against the foliage, immediately the masked man turns and stares in your direction, you cover your mouth to avoid making any more sudden breaths but as if still able to hear you he approaches your hiding spot. Hoping to make a quick getaway you use your more mobile hand to grab some loose dirt, throw it at the man to distract him and make a mad dash in the opposite direction.

“Wait, stop!” You hear him yell, as if you’d listen. You’ve come so far on your own and you were not about to give up and let yourself be captured now, although the blaring sunshine mixed with your exhaustion and injury certainly weren’t helping you any. As you push forward you can feel the pain in your arm getting worse, losing your focus and no longer able to keep yourself invisible any longer you stumble to the ground. You have to scream into your arm to muffle yourself as the impact with the ground causes the arrow to once again shift, you needed to remove this thing, now. However, as luck would like to have it the masked man appears again, you pull your crossbow out and take as best of aim as you can with one arm, if you were going down here you’d do so fighting.

“You’d best stay away if you know what’s good for you.” You threaten, trying desperately to hide the waver in your voice.

“Easy there (y/n), I’m going to hurt you, I promise.” You’re taken aback at this but don’t drop your guard.

“How-how do you know my name? Who even are you?” Honestly you felt more scared of what could happen if you were left alive, was he a hunter that you’ve encountered in the past? What did he want with you? Your thoughts felt so jumbled together but abruptly stop when you see two wings unfurl from his back as he takes off the mask. You’re speechless, tears welling in your eyes when you finally get to see who’s behind the mask.

“Hey sis.” You wanted to leap from the ground and hug him but the growing pain prevented you from doing so, noticing this Dream hurries to your side. “Here, let’s get you somewhere safer and take care of that wound.” He places your good arm over his shoulder and before you’re able to stand on your own feet he lifts you into his arms and takes flight.

“What are you doing!? You’re gonna get us noticed.” You say alarmed.

“Relax, I already sent the others away, and this is the fastest mode of travel I can give.” He says unbothered. You try to relax as much as possible, distracting your mind by watching the landscape pass by below…

You must’ve passed out, either from pain or blood loss because the next thing you know you’re waking up on a bed, your arm nicely patched up. You flex your arm around to make sure it still had mobility in it, it was a bit stiff but nowhere near as bad as earlier.

“Oh thank Prime you’re alright.” You look over and see Dream staring back relieved. “You passed out about halfway through our journey here, you looked pretty pale, I mean you always look pale, but you looked… paler then usual.”

“It’s good to see you too…” You huff out, more out of breath then you thought. You stabilize yourself to stand and walk over to him, seems the both of you had the same idea as once you’re close enough Dream pulls you into a very long awaited hug. The two of you take a minute to just relish in your reunion, once you feel satisfied you abruptly shove him.

“You shot at me!” You say, now realizing you were partially in this situation because of him.

“Okay, to be fair, in my defence I didn’t know it was you at first.” He quickly defends, holding his hands up in fake surrender.

“You don’t know who a person is so your first instinct is to shoot them? Real welcoming, truly.” You roll your eyes sarcastically.

“You’re the one who decided to make a break for it.”

“Well in my defence, I thought you were all hunters.” It’s silent between the two of you for a while.

“I sorry.” Dream breaks the silence again, taking in a long breath. “It’s been a lot over the years, I had to hide and change a lot of myself to keep people off my trail. I guess we both just acted out of instinct.”

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m still in one piece and we managed to find each other again after so long, so it’s not all bad.” You reassure, earning a soft chuckle from Dream.

“Yeah, suppose you’re right.”

“If only the others were here too, then everything would be perfect.” You hum, Dream brightens up at this.

“Well, actually…” He trails off. Dream then explains to you all that’s happened before your arrival, including how both Tommy and Drista had found their way to the SMP but since you had to part with them at such young ages they didn’t fully remember everything, just bits a pieces.

“Okay, and I guess with this new war on the horizon it hasn’t been easy for you.” You fill in the blanks, Dream nods. “Well then what are we waiting for?” You walk over and grab his mask, handing it to him with a determined look in your eyes. “Just tell me what I can do to help…”

I know, I’ve been gone for like a month, honestly thought I’d get this out sooner but life just has a way of not being in my favour as of recent. I’ll be fine, and thank you all for your patience ❤️❤️

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