sneegsnag

You know out of the seventeen years he’s been alive these last few months have surely been the strangest. First, they were literally kidnapped on their way home from the convenience store, he just wanted a soda and a bag of chips. Then he finds out his kidnapper isn’t even human, yeah they were shocked too. The next two months were spent locked in a glass box while his kidnapper basically tortured him. After those two months of hell, he finally caught a break, escaping onto some random planet when the ship they were on crash-landed. Anyway, Ranboo managed to make it out alive, relatively unscathed. All he needed to do was sprint to those blue trees and hide amongst the foliage, he’d be safer there than out in the open like he was. Just as Ranboo got himself prepped to run a hand grabbed the back of their collar, yanking them up off their feet. The teen yelped and struggled, he couldn’t get caught this quickly! They refused to be dragged back to that glass box and back to life as a lab rat for some creepy alien! Who knows when he’ll get another chance to escape that hell? He couldn’t risk going back and being trapped there again!

For many years, the land known as Origin has been a safe haven for hybrids. The land is surrounded by a magic wall that protects it's inhabitants from the outside world and the dangers that come with it. Within the dome of magic lives a group of friends, all hybrids, that might as well be called family. But what happens when one day, a boy shows up? A boy not quite hybrid. ~~~~Or: dsmp tommy runs away from exile, and meets a few familiar faces in Origin. Well- mostly familiar. (NAME CHANGE! Formerly called “origin” Tws will be posted at start of chapters :)

Platonic Bench Trio One-Shots because yes!

"Slacking already?" Ranboo glanced back, seeing a smirking Technoblade in the doorway. The pinkette had a partially open box in his hands, it had 'dishes' written in sharpie on its side but they were pretty sure it wasn't holding any dishes. "No, just taking a break." His dad huffed fondly before entering the room, placing the box down and plopping down next to the teenager. A warm hand was placed on their head, fingers running through two-toned locks and untangling any knots that may have formed. "Do you think if we left and went to McDonald's Phil would be mad?" Ranboo chuckled, Phil had been placed in charge, putting both themself and Techno to work almost immediately. The teen wasn't upset about that though, hell he was grateful the two were even helping them pack up their apartment finally. Since they became Ranboo Belvoi-Craft legally, it was decided he should just officially move into the Craft household. "Absolutely furious actually, it would be even worse if we didn't bring back something for him."