Could we get a giant tommy and tiny dream? I have a few ideas, pick which one you Like the best:
secret giant monster hybrid Tommy(maybe a dragon or arachnid) gets found by dream
After escaping prison a somehow shrunk dream is found by Tommy
Tommy is secretly an eldrich being and want a snack
during exile Tommy shrinks dream. Secretly somewhat evil(he's mainly pretending to be dumber then he is) Tommy.
I'm answering 3, but I might do the others at a later date! Here's the AO3 link!
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I hope you don't mind but it's more of an exposition for a full series, it does have noms but man I spent the whole time making an AU for it lol. So now I have a fun little Eldritch!SBI AU I'll be tagging it as Eldritch!SBI Noms. Enjoy the story under the cut!
Look, the Minecraft family wasn’t normal, and they certainly weren’t hiding it. Well, some of them weren’t.
Philza didn’t bring up that he was The Angel of Death often, he didn’t see the need to, but he wasn’t hiding it.
Techonblade was pretty open about the fact that he was in fact the Blood God, or well, a blood god, subject to the whims of a hivemind of bloodied souls which most blood gods didn’t have to deal with really it was unfair—
Kristin of course was the Goddess of Death, nothing more to be said, although she found Wilbur’s jokes that she was a fridge rather funny. Get it, because she was fridged? Because she was Philza’s wife and was never seen and ‘dead’? Fridged! Really, Wilbur got his sense of humor from her…
Wilbur only hid what he was sometimes, when he was hosting an ‘experiment’ he reveled in it. When he was somewhere else, playing a fun little game, he would hide what he was until an opportune moment to really freak someone out.
And Tommy?
Tommy didn’t always hide it, when he was helping Wilbur with an experiment he wouldn’t hide it. But he usually kept it hidden. He was just a normal boy, nothing to see here, nope!
But Tommy was getting tired of this game, XD and Drista’s favorite mortal was getting on his nerves. Drista had given him permission to mess with Dream, and XD had only sighed and said as long as he didn’t permanently kill him it would be fine.
Tommy really did love Tubbo, Tommy really did care about L’manburg. He did care about the people who lived in it, he really was friends with all of them. Besides, he knew Fundy was currently being hazed by Wilbur before he could join the family fully, and if Fundy died before that happened Wilbur would be pissed. (Although Fundy had yet to question how his mother was a Salmon yet Wilbur the one to ‘give birth’, he probably thought his mom was shapeshifter or something… So the hazing would probably continue for a few years yet.)
And Dream was threatening that.
Tommy took his exile with grace, he’d hoped to avoid it, but Dream was a blessed mortal, it made sense that he was manipulating the people of the server, especially because it was his own server, so easily. Tommy really needed to get around to blessing Tubbo, and maybe Ranboo as well, he seemed nice. Maybe Tommy could help with those memory issues? Although it might take more precision than he really had, which would mean either convincing Wilbur, who was the best at mind stuff, or pleading with Philza who had the most experience with it.
Tommy hadn’t realized he’d zoned out until Dream was stopping at the beach where his exile would take place.
That totally wasn’t how exile worked, but whatever, what did Tommy care?
Tommy glanced at Dream, he hadn’t eaten in a while, a long while. Sure he’d had mortal food and mob souls and player experience, but he hadn’t eaten. And really, he was a growing boy after all!
“Hey Dream,” Tommy said slowly, “How do you feel about dying?”
Dream snorted, “Tommy you aren’t going to kill me that easily.”
Tommy grinned and his teeth were far too sharp.
Dream turned to face Tommy and froze at what he saw.
There were wings, just two, they even looked like avian wings! Were in the right place for avian wings! They were red and white with a metallic gold glittering on the edge of some of the feathers.
The head was proportional to the body, the hair even still the same haircut. The eyes were a deep swirling blue that really shouldn’t be possible. The mouth was large with sharp teeth.
The body really should have looked like a normal human or avian body, it had all the right proportions, all the right shapes…
But the size and the way the world around him warped made it hard to look at Tommy.
Dream knew in his heart that if it weren’t for his mask acting as a barrier his eyes would have burned out of his skull.
Tommy scooped Dream up with hands that became clawed the moment he started reaching for the man. Tommy laughed at the way Dream’s face morphed into panic behind his mask. Tommy hadn’t actually seen Dream’s face before, the mask was warded well enough that his ‘blessed’ human eyes couldn’t see through it, but it certainly didn’t block his Eyes from seeing Dream’s face.
Dream actually had a decent looking face, Tommy had been assuming the man was ugly, why else would he wear a blessed mask that hid his face from everyone except the gods? Maybe the man was just self conscious.
Or, Tommy thought as he lifted Dream above his mouth, Dream had figured out early on that he was real bad at hiding his facial expressions.
And then Tommy dropped him.
Tommy swished Dream around his mouth for a moment, he considered biting the annoying man, but decided against it, he didn’t really want the coppery taste of blood sticking to his senses, he wasn’t Techno.
Tommy swallowed once Dream had stopped thrashing to catch his breath.
Tommy grinned as he felt Dream sink down into his stomach. Tommy shrank back down, he could feel Dream in his True Form’s stomach, and with a thought, he connected said stomach to his human one.
Pressing against his belly Tommy could feel what seemed like a tiny Dream fighting against him inside, but Dream was still fully sized, nicely filling up his actual stomach.
Tommy sighed happily.
He’d decide if he’d make Dream respawn or spit him up later, for now he was going to build a quick cobblestone cabin and enjoy feeling full.
charlie puth was in love with me. hear me out. i haven’t experienced pure adoration, warm hugs and smiles meant just for me in a very long time. i was whipped, but he was way more whipped.
having a romantic dinner with my androgynous lover. (absolutely delicious choice my dear) I shuddered from their kisses on my back and neck. I loved it...I put icecream into my wine, “foolish” they shook their head.
this years mood is: ah yes quarantine the perfect opportunity to delve into utter self deprecation
I’ve had two dreams lately that revolves around the theme of loneliness, sadness and the realization of perhaps never having things I want
The first one dealt with my own self image and my desire for attention even if it is shallow. the desire for romantic love and always finding it in mere glances and showcasing me physically off in public. longing when I see couples. is the happiness of being alone and doing things alone ALL the time just a facade? it hurt to push away my genuine feelings of want and to just strut with a cheery grin. I still felt uncomfortable in my own skin.
The second one dealt with feelings of rejection. I still carry heavy these feelings from being cheated and broken up with. here, I just had to pass by THEM of all people. felt so uncomfortable.
(god, do you know how it feels to not be understood?)
I was with family, my mom and stepdad two figures who really affected me both positively and negatively growing up. here, I refused to eat the way I wanted because it started to ruin my pretty white dress. This caught the attention of others specifically my cousin, who curled her lip at me and the panic of negative attention begun to heat my chest. “Ew, why would you do that?”. I argued back, and it resulted in being suppressed by family, telling me I should calm down and shut up instead.
the saddest part was that I cried out, not even a sob just a whimper lacking tears. I whimpered when I found comfort on the internet with internet figures that made me feel safe (they were designed to make me feel safe). no one physically there whom I knew (whom I knew could’ve been there).
waking up, my throat and chest felt tight like a pipe about to burst. sliver of tears and I knew it was just a dream those things won’t happen I wouldn’t put myself near them again and my stepdad wouldn’t...but here it led me to writing everything down because I felt it was an important piece of realizing things I feel and think about frequently.
do you know how it feels to be repressed, silenced for feeling down in the dumps about a stupid ex? and even to be shamed for it because I kept it the relationship a secret from everyone else? do you know how it felt (here) now to be repressed not just by people you were close to & that they decide to favour someone else?
am I unreasonable? maybe, but my emotions are valid.
and still, I carry these emotions heavy. they’re like scars. I hope, want one day soon for genuine friends and a genuine lover to just accept these as they are and as they go. it’s a part of me now, but I’m still going.
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when you have dreams that fill you with sadness, loneliness with a touch of on the brink of despair and you realize you have personal toxic habits towards yourself. also the self revelation and introspection is real tonight and hitting me hard.
I had a dream the people I enjoy close company too shifted around, back and forth or just gone. describes my relationships...I just want someone to love me :-(
