I drew something for the Dad’s Troubles AU cause I don’t want it to die!
Q is in pain and bitching about it
Close up internal and Q w/out the internal and a lot of extra writing under the cut.
So this takes place after Quackity noms Ranboo and, realizing he can’t spit him out as planned, noms Tubbo shortly after to comfort him (all of which I’ve mentioned in the first draft for this au)
Warning that I’m about to rant about this au a lot (mostly about Schlatt and Quackity’s relationship) and if you wanna read anything else about the actual art, just read the first and last paragraphs (the last four are a short that happens after the events of the picture because I have zero self control)
A few things I didn’t mention that I put in the pictures is that Quackity feels like shit rn. I mentioned that Ranboo was way too big to comfortably fit inside of Q’s belly, so adding Tubbo to that weight was a big mistake. And he still can’t spit out either of them for the next..maybe 10 or 11 hours at this point. And he doesn’t want his fiancé’s fussing over him so he leaves and walks down the hallway to Schlatt’s place, since he’s the only one who kinda understands this stuff and the only person he can talk about Tubbo to.
I’ve seen a lot of aus where Schlatt and Quackity have a really toxic relationship and Schlatt never loved Q and Q got manipulated and yada yada yada but please let me have my one au where it’s different. Yes, Quackity and Schlatt used to love each other. Yes, they were engaged. Yes, the broke it off, but it was on neutral terms. They both agreed that they were dumb fresh out of high school kids when they wanted to get married and now that they were adults they just didn’t mix well anymore. Hell, they started going out because of a game of “gay chicken” gone too long. There’s no way they could go through with years of marriage together. But Quackity’s just happy that he became Tubbo’s “mom” through the proposal. (Tubbo exclusively refers to Quackity as “mom” or “mama Q.” Quackity thinks it’s hilarious and has never objected to the name. He has, though, asked Tubbo where the nickname came from. His son changes the subject every time, and has refused to answer the question for years now.)
I know I put something a little different earlier, but it’s my au so I’m changing it, but Q and Schlatt were still engaged when Q “met” Tubbo (the losing the bet incident that resulted in the first time Schlatt swallowed Tubbo). Schlatt explained the next morning that Tubbo was his son and that if Quackity was gonna marry him, he had to get used to Tubbo and treat him like a normal kid. He didn’t have to help raise him since “he’s tiny, I can handle him by myself,” but Q felt a sense of obligation since the marriage would make him the tiny’s official dad, so he did his best to help raise the kid.
He never regretted it. He loves Tubbo just as much as Schlatt does, even after they broke up. When they told Tubbo they weren’t gonna get married anymore, he just asked if Quackity was gonna leave him “again,” whatever that meant. He said no. Tubbo felt better after that. Presently, Tubbo doesn’t care that his parents aren’t married. They love him, and they care about it each other, even if it isn’t romantic anymore. (Also, Tubbo has been begging Quackity to let him be the ring bearer at his wedding with Karl and Sapnap since their first date).
Safe to say, Quackity and Schlatt are best friends. Quackity has a back up key to Schlatt’s apartment and will break in in the middle of the night to do whatever. Most of the time that’s breaking in and waking Schlatt up so he can complain about something. This usually ends with a pillow getting thrown in his face before Schlatt falls right back asleep. That’s kinda what happened with the pictures above (see, it wasn’t just a rant, I brought it back around to the art. I’m a genius).
Schlatt was literally just trying to go to sleep before Q bursts the door open, hand on his stomach which is extended far more then normal, and a pained look in his eye. “Schlatt, I fucked up.” “What happened and where’s our son.” “In here, he’s not alone, I can’t get them out because my fiancés are idiots, and my internal organs are being stretched too far and I feel full in the worst way and it fucking hurts and I crave death.” Schlatt sighed and turned on the coffee machine, filling his mug before walking to his couch and sitting down, patting the open spot next to him. “Talk to me.” Q dramatically flopped down next him, wincing immediately after at what Schlatt could only assume to be Tubbo and whoever else getting thrown around his gut due to the sudden movement. Quackity began to ramble about what had happened earlier, hand never leaving his stomach. Schlatt just listened.
The next morning, Schlatt woke up to Quackity leaning on him, still fast asleep. Schlatt shook his shoulder, eventually slowly waking the man up. “What do you want?” Q whispered, still half asleep. “I want you to spit out the poor soul that’s been stuck in your belly all night. Probably scared the fuck out’ve ‘em. Also, I’m sure You and Tubbo and them are hungry, and none of you can eat while your like this. I don’t think you could fit anything else in there if you tried, anyways.” Schlatt said, smirking and poking Quackity’s stomach. Q smacked the finger away and got to work getting the two out of his gut as Schlatt walked away to get food. He came back to see Quackity and Tubbo talking as the sleeping borrower layed on a washcloth on Q’s lap. Tubbo himself had a washcloth, too, and was trying to scrub the spit off of him as he saw Schlatt walk up the the couch with a plate of fruit.
“Dad!” “Yes?” Schlatt smiled, looking down to meet eyes with the tiny, who had a glare on his face and fire in his eyes. “You’re a dickhead.” “Woah, what did I do?” He laughed, and Tubbo smiled back “‘Oh you probably scared them,’ ‘you need to check on the borrower you swallowed last night.’ You forget about me or something?” Tubbo began to dramatically fall off the table, Schlatt’s hand instinctually coming up from under his to keep him from actually hurting himself as Q scoffed, barely containing his laughter. “Your very own son, worthless, abandoned! Forgotten by the man who raised him in favor of another borrower he’d never even met!” Quackity finally laughed out loud before Schlatt slid Tubbo down on his palm and loosely closed his hand around his torso and head, keeping him from speaking as he brought his other hand under him for support. “Ok you drama queen, I get it. You have jealousy issues.” Schlatt said as he set Tubbo back down on the couch near the fruit plate. Tubbo picked up a grape and bit into it before trying to shout “I don’t!” “Dont talk with your mouth full. Besides, I’m not worried about you. You’ve spent longer than 12 hours in specifically Quackity’s stomach before, never mind me and Q’s. I think your record with me was 2 days. So you’re far more than used to this than they are. We’ve been swallowing you for a while, but this other kid must’ve thought they were gonna die. Did they seem ok while you were in there with them?”
Tubbo swallowed another bite of his grape and shrugged. “I don’t know. They seemed pretty panicked when I first got in there with them. They may have relaxed a bit when I told them that we were in my mom and we could trust him. But that might’ve just been confusion since mama Q is, y’know, a guy, and they knew that and I just referred to this random human man as ‘mom.’” Schlatt could practically sense Quackity facepalm without even having to look at him. “At least that bit got them to stop crying some. But they seemed to calm down at least a little after a few more hours. Enough to fall asleep, anyways.” “Alright, that sounds…good, probably.” Schlatt responded looking back to the still unconscious borrower. “Damn, Alex, I feel bad for you. How did they even fit in there?” Quackity went to reply before Tubbo cut him off. “That’s what I was thinking, too!” Tubbo exclaimed. “His belly is, like, barely over half the size of yours. And I normally have extra room. But god was it cramped in there last night.” “Yeah, it seems like it would’ve been.” “It was. I can tell you right now, it was.” Schlatt laughed, picking up Tubbo and moving to sit down next to Quackity as he set Tubbo on his lap next to the other borrower. “So, what are we gonna do when they wake up?” Quackity asked. Schlatt shrugged. “The best we can.”
Hey I finally finished my thing for the mcyt g/t content exchange!!
I got @forgetful-dorito as my person, and I had a really fun time writing this seeing as you and I apparently have a lot of the same favorite g/t scenarios lmao. I picked the 3rd prompt and incorporated some of the aspects that you said you liked reading, so I hope you enjoy!!
tw: injuries and blood
Everything had gone to shit. One moment he was relaxing with his sons, and the next he was trudging through the forest with a broken ankle and a twisted wing. He couldn’t even fully remember how it happened. He just knew that somehow, now, he was alone. Well, sort of alone. He wouldn’t exactly call the two hunters chasing him welcome company.
Phil forced himself off the ground, despite the searing pain from his wing, and into a bush where he collapsed and put all his focus into being silent as his pursuers came into the clearing.
They carried cages, ropes, and knives with them, all no doubt to help them catch and bind the tiny hybrid. What for, Phil didn’t know. A pet, maybe, or food, if they were from that part of the black market. He wasn’t about to fly up and ask them. Phil saw them coming closer to his bush and quickly decided move to a different spot. He tried to get himself off the ground once more and fell almost immediately, the pain from the first attempt leaving him sore and flightless.
He tried to just crouch lower in the same spot, but a boot coming down near inches from his face made him sure he wasn’t safe. Phil ran as fast as his legs could carry him to a nearby bush, but his sprint on an injured foot couldn’t compare to the distance one of the hunter’s steps in his direction. Before he could even process what was happening, cold, rough hands grabbed him from behind, crushing his wing and knocking the air out of him as he let out a strangled yelp of pain.
“Finally! Geez, you were a pain in the ass to catch. Hopefully we can get a nice price on you to make it worth it.” One of the hunters snickered. The hunter called out to his companion and soon Phil was thrown into a steel cage, the door slammed shut behind him.
The cage was tied onto one of the hunter’s backpacks and soon they were off, leaving Phil being knocked back and forth in the cage with every step the hunter took. He grabbed onto the bars around him, desperate for any release from the repetitive slam into the walls around him, but he found himself to weak to keep a hold of anything. So he did the next best thing: he curled in on himself to brace for the impact, tucking his head between his knees, and cried.
How could he have let this happen? He had three sons to take care of! What would they do without him? He sighed, unfortunately knowing the truth that his sons were bigger than him, and though he was sure they’d be sad about his disappearance, they could manage fine without him. After all, what could he do for them that they couldn’t do for themselves?
Suddenly, after what felt like hours of waking, the cage stopped swinging. Phil forgot all that he had been thinking momentarily to relish the relief from the pain, not even caring why or how. But he was quickly brought back into his own thoughts as he heard something going on in front of the hunters that he couldn’t see. There seemed to be idle conversation that Phil’s muddled mind couldn’t pick up on, but it didn’t exactly matter to him. At least not until suddenly one of the men who kidnapped him yelled, and he was moving again, as the hunters turned around and sprinted in the opposite direction. The cage swung violently as Phil was dragged with them, now getting a clear look at what they were running from.
Technoblade stood where the hunters had just stood, a bloodied switchblade in his hand and a murderous glint in his eye. He seemed to be caught off guard by the fact that the men had run, given that Techno was standing still. Nonetheless, as soon as Phil saw him he began to cry out, begging, screaming for Techno to catch up to the men. But he was to far behind, now. And wasn’t even making a move to run. Phil didn’t know what he was doing until the switchblade suddenly left his hand, heading straight for the cage.
Phil was on the forest ground seconds later, the rope holding him him to the hunter cut by Techno’s knife as the men continued to run, unaware Phil was even missing. Techno ran up to Phil’s side holding anti-bacterial medicines, bandages, and a waterbottle, all the rug size for tinies to use. Phil also heard something being spoken to him, and as tired as he was, he tried his best to listen.
“-ad? Dad?! Are you ok? Can you hear me?! Oh my god your wing, what did they do to you? Please, c’mon Phil..” Techno worriedly stuttered. The cage door to the side of Phil was opened, and a hand reached in to help him out. Logically, Phil knew it was Techno. Logically, Phil knew that Techno wanted to help him. And logically, Phil knew that he wanted out of the cage. But Phil couldn’t be logical right now.
The tiny avian flinched from the hand and pushed himself in the opposite direction of the door. Phil tried to apologize once he realized what he’d subconsciously done before the look on Technos face shut him up. His son looked hurt. Not in the same way as Phil, since he was sure he looked like shit at the moment, but hurt as in betrayed. “I’m sorry, It’s not you, I swear, I just- I-“ “It’s ok, you must be in a lot of pain right now. What hurts?” Phil tried to apologize before Techno cut him off. The expression didn’t leave Technos face entirely, but it at least softened some.
“My wing and my right ankle. Im sure at least one is broken, if not both.” Techno nodded and slowly turned the cage so that the open door was beneath Phil, sliding the tiny so that he was on solid ground before he lifted the cage off of him. Techno held up the medical supplies to Phil. “Wilbur gave me these in case you were hurt when I found you. Do you want to put them on or should I?” Phil didn’t know how to respond. He definitely wasn’t in shape to bandage himself, but Techno didn’t feel…as safe as usual for some reason. He wasn’t quite sure why, but he knew he was being over dramatic. Phil sighed. “Y-you can bandage my wing, but I think I’ll need a hospital for my ankle.”
Techno nodded and for a split second, Phil expected to feel the burning pain sensation he felt when the wing was injured, or the cold grip he was trapped in when he was caught, but instead he only felt a light trickle and minor sting of hydrogen peroxide over his feathers. He felt how careful Techno was being as he wrapped the wing in bandages that were comically to small for him but just the right size for Phil. That made him feel better. Techno soon finished wrapping the wing and put the supplies away as he handed the water to Phil.
“Wilbur and Tommy are worried sick, I should probably call them and tell them I found you. We have a rendezvous point outside of the forest set up, but I can tell them to meet me directly at the hospital if your foot is really that bad.” Phil nodded as he drank the water, feeling a bit better.“Can I carry you? I’m not sure I can call an ambulance to the middle of the woods.” Phil hesitated at that, before nodding again. He was just being paranoid. Techno had never done anything to hurt him in the past, he wouldn’t now. Besides, he was still Phil’s son, and he loved him. He could at least have a little faith in him.
Techno gently lifted Phil off the ground, cupping the tiny against his chest as he began to slowly walk through the forest. Phil leaned back against the warmth and began to feel drowsy as the steady beating of Technos heart. All it took after that was Techno rubbing his finger down Phil’s back and the tiny avian was lulled to a peaceful sleep.
Ok I’m writing the ask stories I haven’t answered yet, but hear me out…new au idea that I have very few plot for about but a general idea about:
Ok so Tubbo lives with his dad and his aunt, Schlatt and Puffy. Tubbo and Schlatt just moved into Puffy’s house from a really small apartment, and Tubbo was exploring when he found a giant old looking dollhouse in the basement with antique looking dolls inside. He thinks it’s pretty neat, but he’s to old to play with toys so he only goes down to look at it sometimes. He does think it’s a bit weird, though, that the dolls never seem to be in the same position he left them in.
One day, though, Schlatt decides that the dollhouse is taking up a lot of space and it seems pretty expensive, so he wants to sell it. Tubbo is pretty ok with it, since he doesn’t use it much anyways, and Schlatt and Tubbo need more money, so they can eventually move out and get their own house.
Puffy decides to sell the dollhouse to one of her therapy patients, Ranboo, who she wants Tubbo to meet since she thinks they’d be good friends, but at the last minute Tubbo decides to keep the dolls. He doesn’t know why, but he just likes having them around. So he puts them on a shelf and doesn’t think much of it.
…until the next day when he wakes up and they’ve moved. He puts them back on the shelf just a little freaked out until he leaves and comes back to find them gone again.
This goes on for a little while before he becomes really scared of what’s going on and tries to do a seance of sorts in case the old dolls are possessed.
So he goes to the basement and sets one of the dolls, the short blonde blue eyed one, on the floor in front of a ouiji board and closes his eyes…only to hear small shouting, which stopped immediately once he opened his eyes. But the doll seemed to have taken a step.
So Tubbo picks up the dolls and closes his eyes, at which point the talking starts again. The voice, which calls itself Tommy, says that he’s the doll, and that he and his family is cursed.
Around a hundred years ago, he explains, his family and their house was cursed for a reason that they don’t know. Their house was shrunk and they were given immortality, but at the cost that no one would ever know what happened to them, because they would freeze when eyes were focused on them. Over the years, they were sold around, and eventually ended up in the basement of Puffy’s house, where Tubbo found them. And now Tommy and his family, who he said were named Phil, Techno, and Wilbur, were left homeless as Schlatt had sold the dollhouse.
Tubbo felt really, really bad about it, especially when he opened his eyes and saw a frozen doll Tommy with glassy tears in his eyes. Tubbo at that moment swore to do the best he could to help the “dolls.”
Idk where to bring this au from here, but please send asks about it, I wanna know what y’all think!!
also this au needs a name cause I’m not creative