I have changed fandoms swiftly and without mercy, most of the post below are g/t and I will continue to make g/t content but I will also be enjoying my new fandom just FYI
I made this account a while ago but I’ve decided to actually start using it, some of y’all might remember how I signed off on ask’s so with that see ya! ~👽
I had this idea, what if Dream and Drista were not blood siblings, but instead adopted siblings, like Dream declaring a young borrower he saved as his sister? That’s where this came from, enjoy! (I needed to start writing more wholesome Dream content so here’s a starting point :3)
Tw:
If you were to tell Dream or his parents little people exist, they would all act like you were crazy. That’s what Dream thought, little people, living in his very walls? How ridiculous! The 13 year old was playing video games on his computer, minding his own business, when suddenly he felt like someone was watching. He took off his headphones and looked to his door, thinking it was one of his parents. The door was shut. He paused his game and got up, looking around. He felt silly doing this, but it was worth a shot,
“Hello? Is someone there?” He called. A tiny and barely audible gasp caught his attention, coming from the bookshelf. He walked towards it carefully, and almost gasped at what he saw. A small creature with rodent like ears and a thin tail with a fluffy tip at the end almost like a lion’s stepped into view. She was human looking with oddly stitched together clothing and a paper clip at her side bent like a hook. The poor thing looked hungry and terrified.
“H-hello,” she spoke quietly and fearfully as Dream’s eyes widened. There was no way this was happening, right? Was this a little person?
“Hi, what are you doing in my room?” Dream asked.
“Oh! I Uhh, I needed some help, my momma, she hasn’t been home in days, and I don’t know how to borrow, please, I just want something to eat,” she sniffled.
Dream felt bad for the little girl, and he nodded,
“Okay, let me see what i can give you,” he said, walking away slowly from the bookshelf as to not scare away the tiny person. She watched him with curiosity and terror, at any moment he could decide to grab her, or do worse, and that was what she feared most.
Dream came back with a few potato chips, “it’s not much, I hope it helps you,” he offered her one, setting it on the bookshelf. She carefully grabbed it and scurried away, much to Dream’s amusement and surprise. “Goodbye,” he whispered, going back to his game.
The next day he was sat at his desk trying to do homework when he heard a tiny whisper. He looked back at the bookshelf, she was back. He got up slowly and grabbed a French fry from the bag on his desk, walking over to her and placing it down. She moved out of reach of him and watched him. It kinda hurt Dream to see her move away from him, but she did the same as yesterday, grabbing the food and disappearing with a quiet “thank you.” He really wished she would stay longer, he started brainstorming topics he could talk about to her. Maybe her mother? No, that would be rude. Introducing himself didn’t seem like a bad idea… did she like animals?
The next time he saw her he didn’t offer her food right away, she got scared thinking it was a trap.
“You know, I kinda want to talk with you, is that going to be okay with you?” He asked. She hesitated, was she going to run away? She sat down and nodded, she did want to talk! Dream gave a soft smile.
“Great. My name is Dream, what’s yours?” He asked.
“… Drista,” she said quietly.
“Nice name, I like it.” He smiled gently, barely able to contain his excitement. “If you don’t mind, Uhh, what are you exactly?” He asked gently.
She didn’t seem offended, she seemed rather surprised. “Im a borrower, I borrow from humans what I need to survive, well, I guess take is the right word…” she said, keeping her eyes on him. She must not trust him yet. He gave her some food and the two said goodbye.
This kept up for several weeks. Dream would bring up a variety for her, he knew she liked French fries, watermelon, grapes, cheese, and Cheetos. She didn’t like olives, pineapple on pizza (much to his disappointment >:V), or greasy foods however. He took careful notes of what she does and does not like, so he knew what to bring her the next day. Today he had brought her a cherry, but he wanted to try something. He met her at the usual spot on the bookshelf, offering her the cherry.
“I think we’ve known each other long enough that we can try this out,” he said, laying his hand flat and still as he presented the cherry to her, sitting in the palm of his hand.
Drista looked up at him, nervous he was going to close his hand around her and crush her or grab her and do something bad to her. She backed away and Dream frowned, sliding the fruit off his palm and onto the shelf.
“It’s okay, we can try again tomorrow, did anything interesting happen to you today?” He said calmly.
Over the next week he’d keep trying to coax her to his hand, and every time she would back down. Until a Tuesday afternoon. Dream expected her to shy away from the grape he was offering her, but this time she embraced his fingers, hugging them. Something was up.
“D-Drista? Are you okay?” He asked quietly. She looked up at him.
“Dream, you’re the only family I have right now, my momma is probably dead, she hasn’t been back in weeks.” She said softly. Dream smiled, a tear forming in the corner of his eye.
“C-can I pick you up?” He asked gently. She looked up at him, wide eyed, and Dream half expected her to run away. Instead she surprised him by clambering onto his fingers and crawling to sit in his palm, right next to the grape, which she happily picked up and started nibbling.
Dream gently lifted his hand and brought her close to his chest, walking back to his desk chair and sitting down. He smiled and rubbed her back with his thumb. The young Borrower seemed to like this motion as she relaxed, he could hear tiny popping coming from her (how could a 6 year old have that many knots?!) and saw her relax. This was the first time she was truly comfortable around him.
“So, you wanna talk to me while I study?” He asked. She nodded eagerly as he set his hand on the desk and she slid off, walking among the messy desk. After a few hours Dream covered a loud yawn with his hand, looking down at Drista who caught the yawn.
“It’s getting late, do you want me to put you back on the shelf?” He asked Drista. She shook her head.
“Could I sleep with you? I haven’t been sleeping good,” she asked somberly. Dream nodded and got up to grab his pajamas and get ready for bed. He came back a few minutes later in Patriot themed pajamas and offered his hand again. She didn’t hesitate to leap onto the warm fingers. Dream got in bed and turned off the light, placing Drista on his chest and covering her tiny body with his hand. This was a whole new level of trust here.
“Good night, big brother,” she yawned, falling asleep. Dream wanted to coo at her, she called him her big brother! And he was definitely going to live up to that title as he closed his eyes to sleep.
Inspired by the interactions between Jacksepticeye and Tommyinnit: Tommy is a borrower in Jack’s house who got caught one day. Jack thought he was hallucinating but he finds out later on he wasn’t, and now he has a young orphan borrower to worry about. Good news: no vore for once!
Tw: panic attack, fear
Tommy knew it was dangerous for a young borrower to be alone, there were so many predators around! But he had been doing just fine living in the walls of the human’s house. He was a big man! He didn’t need anyone to help him! He did miss his parents though, and learned not to trust anyone that plays nice music.
Tommy poked his head out of the hole behind the toaster, silencing his breathing so he could listen. He heard noise upstairs, the human must be in what he called a recording. Tommy darted out, he didn’t have a hook or a string to help him get around but he did have a lot of adrenaline and fear. He wasn’t paying attention and hadn’t noticed the noise upstairs was moving.
Tommy had gotten his fill and was about to leave the breadbox, when suddenly he heard footsteps. Big and loud ones. He should have been paying more attention as he darts out and around to the back, hearing a startled Yelp. He had been seen. He panicked, clasping his hand over his mouth. He was too young to even be up here in the first place, he should have never tried to borrow. Heavy footsteps approached his hiding spot and carefully moved the box. He panicked and bolted out from the other side. The human yelped in surprise and suddenly a loud “clink!” Surrounded him as he ran into an invisible wall.
He looked up into widened ocean blue eyes magnified behind a pair of glasses. His breath hitched in his throat as he tried to back away. The voice that followed was a harsh possible whisper of wonder and confusion.
“What the fok are you?” He said.
“I, I’m not food,” Tommy said. The giant recoiled with shock and surprise.
“… yeah, I can see you aren’t,” he said carefully. “What are you and why are you in my kitchen?”
Tommy shivered violently. He was having a panic attack. He never gets caught! He was a great borrower-no, the best! How could this have happened? He felt himself getting dizzy, hearing a muffled voice as the cup was lifted, and passed out onto something soft and warm. . .
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Jack had been skeptical he had mice. Tiny nibble marks on bread, food disappearing, ya know, the usual signs of pests like rodents, but then his sock disappeared. Okay, maybe a rat? His desk wires were once neatly arranged but now a tangled mess again, so probably a rat trying to chew them, maybe. It wasn’t until his watch and capture card cable (which if you asked him was rude because he wanted to stream Horizon Forbidden West that day >:/ ) started disappearing that he started to think he didn’t have rodents. What would a rodent do with a cable anyways?
So when he walked downstairs to get another refill of water, he did NOT expect to nearly get jumpscared by a tiny creature disappearing behind his breadbox. And he did NOT expect a tiny, child, to be there. He definitely did NOT expect the child to suddenly pass out on him as he barely caught them with his fingertips, gently nudging them onto his hand. They were so fucking tiny though! Upon closer inspection it appeared to be, a little boy?!
Fuck where are his parents? Jack thought. He searched all around gently calling out for any more of the child’s kind, nothing answered, there wasn’t any movement or even any tiny sobbing. The little boy was here all alone, in a house in a city that would get him killed if he stayed by himself. Unless…
Jack held the child close to his heart, knowing the drum like rhythm should help to calm him down. Keyword, should. He rushed upstairs to his recording room and immediately shut off the cameras and paused the recording. He can finish Meme Time later, right now he had to focus on the child and making sure they didn’t die of a heart attack. He sat down and risked a glance, the kid was sleeping, and clinging to his shirt. That was actually kinda cute. He gently rubbed the child’s back with his thumb and pulled up a new google tab, looking up “little people in my house,” and it just came up with the plastic children’s toy. Jack scoffed,
Yeah, like this little guy is a toy. He did some more searching, and finally found an answer.
“Borrowers,” he mumbled, reading the article. “Little people that steal to survive, and are scared of humans.” He felt guilty the more he read, these little guys seem to have the shortest end of the stick a lot.
Jack changed the browser to YouTube and was going to put on calming sounds until he felt the little guy move. He kept calm, feeling the child waking up.
He didn’t even have to speak and the child for him to suddenly try to get away from Jack.
“Hey, hey, easy, you’re okay, you’re okay.” Jack cooed, trying to keep the child calm.
“Are you gonna hurt me?” The child asked.
“No, no you’re safe here.” Says Jack, “do you have a name?”
“T-Tommy,” The child whimpered.
“Nice to meet you Tommy, my name is Jack,” he says, going back to petting the child with his thumb. He seems to like that as Tommy relaxed. “Just relax little guy, you’re okay here, I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe.”
Just had a funny thought about the manhunt au. What if giant dream had cat-like eyes and when the hunters were more comfortable around him, they would randomly get up and sprint across the cave with no warning, making dreams pupils go huge as he instinctively zeros in on the movement, making him look like a dumbass. Sapnap would prolly do it the most lol.
He does have cat-like eyes, yeah! Not quite as slit-pupiled as a regular cat’s are but they do definitely dilate when he’s excited or watching something. When the hunters have bonded with him they’d definitely have fun messing around with his instincts, Sapnap especially. They’d compare him to a cat or to a dog watching a stick being waved around that they wanna fetch.
George loves to do it when he wants to get Dream’s attention lol if Dream is busy doing something, George will run around and Dream’s gaze will snap over to him. It was startling the first few times but now George thinks it’s hilarious.
Sapnap loves doing it so he can laugh at Dream’s face. Dream will go still and his eyes will go wide and sometimes his tongue pokes out of his mouth just slightly while he’s concentrating.
Bad is the best at really knowing how to activate Dream’s “idiot mode” as Sapnap calls it. Once they’re comfortable enough to play with Dream, Bad gets really good at knowing how to move and freeze in a way that will convince Dream to creep closer, trying to stalk him like a hunting cat. Dream wouldn’t usually pounce unless they’re play-fighting but he does get very close, staring down at Bad with huge eyes before slowly reaching for him and scooping him up.
Dream always blinks and is a bit confused afterwards, nose scrunching up as he stares down at them. He always huffs and acts all offended when they laugh at him.
Note: This is a story I made after seeing one of sprite-addicted-artist’s comics. If they tell me to take it down, I will. Don’t want to be stealing other people’s work.
Warnings: safe vore, panic, mentions of digestion/death, unwilling prey, swearing, and I think that’s all. Tell me if I need to add more.
Tommy shivered as he made his way to Phil’s room. The giant had adopted the tiny about a year ago, and Tommy was happy here. Sure, his older brothers Wilbur and Techno were a little annoying with the pranks they pulled, but he still loved them, not that he would ever admit that to anyone but himself. Tommy had a blanket Phil had made him wrapped around himself. The heater had gone out, and while the others were just fine, Tommy didn’t have much body heat. So, he was freezing.
Phil’s door was always cracked open in case Tommy ever needed anything. Tommy walked into the crow hybrid’s room and climbed the steps at the edge for the bed, one of many sets Phil had placed around the house for easy access for the tiny.
Tommy’s fingers had started to turn blue at this point, but he kept walking until he face to face with his father. Tommy put his hands on Phil’s nose and shook him a bit. “Phiiiiiiiil! Phil, wake up!” Tommy called out.
Phil awoke and gave a grogy hum towards Tommy. “I’m sorry to wake you Phil, but the heater went out and I’m really cold,” the tiny whined. Phil, still being half asleep, stared at his newest son for a minute as slow thoughts pooled in his head. ‘Heater? Cold. Warm up. How? Cuddle, would squish him. Fire, cause damage’. All his thoughts wouldn’t work, all except one. It would warm Tommy, up and keep him safe.
The crow hybrid sat up now and carefully picked up his son. Would this probably traumatize his son? Yes, but the giant was too tired for that bit to come to mind. Tommy looked up at Phil confused, Phil never picked him up unless he agreed to it. Tommy looked down as he was lifted higher up “Phil? What- what is- what are….” He looks up as he says “you… doing!” Tommy’s eyes widened as, when he turned to look at his father, he was meet with a wide open mouth.
Tommy’s mind went into overdrive, and he started to spout out pleas. “Please, Phil! Don’t eat m-!” Tommy was cut off as he was stuffed in the maw. A soft click sounded out, trapping the boy inside. He scrambled to the front of the mouth and banged on the teeth to try and get Phil’s attention. However, luck was not on his side as Phil started to lick at him. It didn’t take long for Phil to completely coat Tommy in saliva, to make the trip down easy. Strings of saliva hung off of Tommy, and he grimaced at the sight. Tommy didn’t have much time to stay disgusted with his situation as Phil tipped his head back.
Tommy panics as gravity starts to shift. He scrambles to grab onto anything that would stop him from moving any farther, but everything was too slippery for him to grasp onto. A loud, sickening gulp sealed Tommy’s fate as he was dragged down into the gullet of his father. He squirmed desperately, trying to do anything under his own power, but the throat constricted him just enough to keep him from moving without squishing him too bad.
Tommy slipped past the sound of a loud, thunderous heart and air whooshing in and out of Phil’s lungs. Though it didn’t take that long, the treacherous journey felt like an eternity to Tommy. Finally, he was pushed through to an open space. He couldn’t see, but he knew where he was, Phil’s stomach. Tommy had no more energy to fight as the reality of his situation sunk in. He put a shaking hand on one of the walls and slid down it.
Tears pricked Tommy’s eyes, and he gave out a weak sob. He was going to die here, inside the stomach of his own father. Tommy curled in on himself and cried until he passed out from exhaustion.
….
Tommy wasn’t expecting to wake up. Nor did he expect it to be to the sun shining in his eyes and a very anxious Phil sitting in front of him. When Phil noticed Tommy was awake, he wasted no time in apologizing “Tommy! Oh my god, I am so sorry. I didn’t realize what I was doing. You just said something about being cold and I-” Tommy rubbed his temples as he listened to his father ramble on in his apology.
After a minute, Tommy cut Phil off “…How am I here though?” This question caught Phil off guard. ‘Surely Tommy knew right? There’s no way he forgot to mention it to the tiny, right?’ Phil awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and started to explain everything, from the storage stomach to both Wilbur and Techno being able to do this too.
Tommy thought over this new information. It was terrifying to think that they could all do it, but at the end of the day they were still his family, right? Tommy silently goes back to his room not quite sure what to feel, but at the moment he just needed proper rest. So almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.
This feels like a big circle of fanmade stuff, considering my comic was based on a prompt made by @oh-i-need-a-name about their giant foster au and now there is a story about the comic I posted- /pos
BUT THIS IS SO GOOD I CANNOT STOP HAPPY STIMMING OH MY GOD HELL YEAH I'MMM
I’M GOING TO FOLLOW YOU THIS IS SO GOOD I’M OUT OF WORDS PLEASE TAKE THESE IMAGES TO EXPLAIN HOW HAPPY I AM ♥♥♥
The idea of irl manhunt is so funny to me bc instead of the buff parkour gods ppl think the dteam are, it’s gonna be a bunch of sweaty gamers stumbling around and also bbh and Sam
no really because george and snap map are all weak and skinny and I'm sure dream is like the average unfit body type of a dude who doesnt leave his house. like its objectively funny to think about them even remotely on the same level as bbh
Here's your fluff, bitches. It's all the "fluff" you're gonna get from us for the next few months. We decided to make a little one shot. We hope you enjoy.
School Grounds
Warning: The story below contains swearing and mouthplay. If you don't like, don't read. :D
Tommy had been a new student to the school. He didn't really stick out and Tommy was pretty glad about that. He didn't have the desire to make friends or partake in any school events or clubs. He just wanted to get through these next few years of high school and move on with his life. Although, it seemed SMP Boarding School would not give him the peace he so desired.
Tommy sighed as he closed his locker shut. It had only been a week since he stared his freshman year, and he was already sick of it. The students and staff here were unbearable. He wished he could have just stayed in his hometown, but of course, his parents just had to send him to boarding school. Bigger opportunities, they said. Tommy scoffed before taking off down the hallway.
It was his lunch period and he still hadn't been able to find a good place to eat lunch in private. But he recently found out that food was allowed in the library, as long as you didn't get it too close to the books. Tommy would most definitely find a good place to eat in peace there. Being able to study as well was a bonus.
It didn't take him too long to find the gigantic library, thanks to the campus map. He opened one of the double doors to find the place in a peaceful silence. He thanked the gods that he found somewhere were at least the quiet was an option in this godsforsaken school. He closed the door behind him and made his way down the long corridors and shelves liked with books and books. He skimmed over the titles before finding a book about spiders. He happily grabbed it and went about finding a relaxing place to read.
And boy, did he find it.
A quaint little area on the third floor, hidden away in one of the far corners of the library. It was perfect. A table with a cushioned chair, sat in front of a window. Tommy happily made his way over. He set down the book and sat down in the chair. He sighed as he fully relaxed before taking out a bag from his bookbag. His lunch, being a deluxe sandwich. The campus had a building with all sorts of restaurants with different cuisines. Not surprising since SMP Boarding School was known for its… diversity.
That's right. The school was a dual-school of sorts.
SMP Boarding School was a school for both Giants and Tinies.
That made it one of the more popular schools in the nation. Of course, lots of accomodations were to be made in order for both races to live and move throughout here. Tommy had to admit they did a pretty okay job.
Tommy yawned and closed the book as he finished the last page. He turned to look outside and hummed softly. The sun had nearly fully set. He got up, pushing the chair in and making his way out the library, putting the book he had gotten back in place before leaving. Tommy looked at his phone. The cafeteria building was open 24/7 so Tommy decided that maybe some dinner wouldn't be too bad. He put his phone away and took off towards the campus cafeteria.
However, it wasn't long before his thread of thoughts was interrupted by a loud shout.
"Get back here, you little bastard!" Tommy turned his head towards the sound. His eyes widened slightly when he saw a Tiny curve around from the corner at the fork in the middle of the hallway. Tommy watched as the Tiny snapped his head towards the blond before sprinting towards him. The tiny brunette latched onto the bottom of his pants, shouting up at him, "You! Hide me! Now!" Tommy raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Uh… I don't- Why are you-?" But the Tiny instantly started to climb up his leg, determination in his eyes. Tommy frowned before plucking up the Tiny between two fingers. He opened his mouth to tell him off, but was stopped as a loud voice echoed down the hall.
"Where is that little punk?! I'll squash him!" The Tiny looks up at Tommy, eyes desperate. Tommy inwardly groans before darting his eyes, trying to find a good hiding spot. Of course, the Tiny already seemed to make a choice for him.
The Giant doesn't have time to react as the Tiny launches himself at Tommy's face. The brunette latched onto his teeth and hoists himself into the blond's mouth. He tries to scramble his way in as Tommy fully registers what's happened. He reaches up towards his mouth, ready to yank the Tiny out. A loud roar down the hallway makes him second guess that choice.
He gently shoved the rest of the Tiny into his mouth before closing it shut. Just as his teeth clack shut, another Giant student zooms past the corner of the hallway. Tommy watches him glance around angrily before taking off down the opposite end of the hallway. Once he's out of sight, Tommy lets out a sigh of relief.
He feels a tap against his teeth, making Tommy aware of the tiny body sitting atop his tongue. He opens his mouth wide before reaching up and finally pulling the Tiny out of his maw. The Tiny is only slightly covered in saliva. The brunette gives a big grin.
"That was fucking awesome!" Tommy shakes his head, though a small smile does threaten to make its presence known across his lips. The Tiny laughs loudly before grinning up at the Giant, he holds out a hand. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Wilbur. Wilbur Soot Craft. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance!"
It's then that Tommy's mind blanks.
Wilbur.
Wilbur Craft.
As in the son, Wilbur Craft, of the Tiny Ambassador of L'Manburg Boarding School, Philza Craft?
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ive made a stupid amount of world building for this au but oh well </3 aka feel free to as absurd questions about this world’s functions 👀
sorry that i havent been active lately- school has been pretty busy so i havent had a lot of time to write or to answers asks (im really sorry if i havent answered yours yet) but!! ive got this new au, so thats neat :D
i hope youre all doing well, please take breaks and take care of yourselves
i hope you enjoy the chapter :]
warnings : mention of vore ( i think?? eh its kinda implied that its happened before ) , fear , unintentional fear play , fear of dying , fear of being eaten , angst , swearing , blood , injuries ( but its just minor, nothing fatal ) , if theres more please tell me!!
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