#saal

[pebbledrat]

everyone's got that homie who panicked and summoned the devil in a gas station bathroom bc their crush fell asleep on their shoulder

#saal posting is SO BACK #pebble speaks #saal

[thegentlemancollects]

#SaAl #Blonde

[deadpatrol]

Happy valentines day! Have a saal!beeduo snippet from knack ch5:

“Ranboooo…” Tubbo whines plaintively, and when Ranboo’s shoulders hitch around his ears, his eyes stay caught looking down at his own hands. Tubbo huffs and tells him matter-of-fact, “You’re not helping.”

“I’m—?” Ranboo stutters, confused, but sounding more curious than bothered. “Sorry?”

“Talk to me, Ranboo.” Tubbo rolls his shoulders, tension shifting back and forth between them like a weight. “I’m all jumpy. Be distracting.”

“Oh. Oh! Uh, yeah, sure!” Ranboo is quick to agree, always relieved to be helpful. “What do you want to talk about?”

Ranboo’s eyes flick up, just once — just to graze against Tubbo’s hands. Tubbo closes his fingers into a fist, like he could catch Ranboo’s attention in the palm of his hand. But Ranboo’s gaze slips away, like water between his fingers.

Ranboo wrings his hands and watches them like the most interesting thing in the world, his voice pitching with sudden nerves. “There’s— um. We could talk about anything, really!”

From the nervous, anticipatory way Ranboo curls his spine in on himself, from the way Ranboo won’t meet Tubbo’s eyes, from the way Ranboo hasn’t said a real word to him since the night on Technoblade’s couch, Tubbo knows. Tubbo knows what Ranboo desperately wants to talk about — what Ranboo would sooner and rather die of anxiety than talk about.

Husbands.

The devil called you his husband.

“I think we’re being followed.” Tubbo tells Ranboo, because admitting to paranoid delusions seems significantly less vulnerable than the only other thing consuming his thoughts at the moment. “Stalked by a real wrongun.”

“You think so?” Ranboo tips his head, and Tubbo considers him successfully distracted.

“Yeah.” Tubbo grumbles, shoving a french fry into his mouth. “’M going a little bit nuts, I reckon.”

“Well, I mean,” Ranboo says in his low, serious tone, which means he’s about to be far more reasonable and sympathetic than Tubbo’s wallowing would appreciate. “If anyone is getting stalked, I think the guy with the sword is best equipped to handle it. So…”

Tubbo nods, absolutely certain in this confidence. Tubbo takes a bite of his greasy fast food burger, and through his mouthful he states, “Yeah, I’ll slice ‘em up.”

Ranboo laughs, muffled in the way where he finds it funny but he is worried that he shouldn’t. “Tubbo.”

Tubbo grins, and husbands rests behind his teeth, tasting like a lie.

Tubbo takes a bite of his burger, and it tastes like an echo. It tastes like a chair rolling down a hill, wood splintering itself against gravel and dirt. It tastes like envy for the freezing spring breeze sailing across an invisible border, country lines drawn in red on maps, intangible and uncrossable. It tastes like risking a theory on a 50/50 chance, and being dead wrong.

And then there’s a snap.

A moment like clarity.

A moment that rings in Tubbo’s head — echoing what am I doing here?

The silence stretches a tick — then two. The longer Tubbo looks at Ranboo, the less he recognizes him.

Ranboo’s— his nails are blunt and short and pink against the sticky table, and when he smiles he doesn’t bother to hide his teeth, and when his eyes meet Tubbo’s, Tubbo is the one to look away.

Husbands sits locked behind Tubbo’s teeth, leaking bitter across his tongue and pooling into the crevices of his mouth.

Tubbo takes a bite of his burger, but it doesn’t taste like much at all. So Tubbo gingerly sets the burger back down into the basket of wax paper. And Tubbo has to curl his fingers into his palms.

What. Is he doing.

Suddenly, the freezing spring breeze blows across the invisible border of some forgotten nation, and Tubbo realizes with an ache in his jaw that—

He is alone.

What does he think he’s going to gain from this— all this pretending? He’s been convincing himself of a lie, letting himself believe it. Because it hurts less that way.

But that’s all it is. A lie.

This is not Ranboo.

This is not his Tommy, or his Wilbur, or his world.

Tubbo is alone.

“Is the food okay?” Ranboo asks, his hands wringing in little circles of orbit around each other, clutched nervously in front of him. “I didn’t really know what you liked, so I—”

“You don’t know me at all,” The words spill out of Tubbo’s mouth, clumsy and pulled taught along his vocal cords. Then, again, like a correction, Tubbo asks, with a messy edge of desperation and hope, “You don’t know me at all?”

“Uh,” Ranboo fumbles, caught off guard. His hands slip free from their tangled knots and still, uncertain.

A wave of something burning hot and sharp goes through Tubbo, settling into his limbs and lingering there. Tubbo curls his fingers tighter into his palms, nails digging into his skin like a reminder, like reassurance, like certainty.

“You don’t know me at all,” Tubbo says one last time, firmly. It almost sounds like an accusation, but the only thing his tone is directed at is Tubbo’s own delusions.

Tubbo looks at Ranboo — his name isn't even Ranboo — with mismatched brown-blue eyes caught wide and off-kilter. His eyes are wrong. Not wrong, different. Belonging to a different person. A stranger. Fuck. Tubbo’s been sitting across the table from a stranger, hasn’t he?

What is Tubbo doing?

“I’d like to.” With a sudden burst of conviction, Ranboo leans forward across the table, across the gap, dangerously close to an invisible border that cannot be crossed. His brown-blue eyes look like earnestly, but Tubbo doesn’t know them at all. Ranboo hesitates, and longer Tubbo looks at him, second-guessing himself. “To— to know you, I mean. I’d like that. To, um, get to know you.”

“You’re insane,” Tubbo mutters, disbelievingly and just a touch helplessly fond.

Ranboo’s steady conviction breaks into the curve of a small smile, and he laughs like he’s inviting Tubbo in to the joke. “Yeah, probably. Might be! Might be.”

Tubbo shakes his head at Ranboo’s absurdity. He—

He doesn’t know what to do.

He… should probably leave.

Just get up and go.

Tubbo shouldn’t be here.

The realization laps over him like a rising tide in the freezing bay. He really shouldn’t be here, and he knows it.

Tubbo scans the food court, and his eyes linger on the exits.

He… probably needs to go. It would be easy enough to slip away through the crowd, out to the parking lot, let his feet carry him away. It would be for the best, probably, for Tubbo to walk away, out of the lives of these strangers he’s taken as his own. But—

But.

But.

“Tell me something,” Ranboo says quietly, light and hopeful and far too earnest for his own good. Tubbo’s gaze is drawn back to him. Ranboo has his eyes down on his basket of food, a french fry between his fingers dipping into a little puddle of ketchup. Ranboo’s nervous eyes are on the small french fry in his hand, but his attention is all on Tubbo. “Just— anything. And then I’ll tell you something. Or, I can go first, if you want.”

Tubbo—

Well.

He probably needs to leave, to go before he makes things worse. And that’s exactly what he’s been doing, when he pushes through his own stubborn bullshit enough to admit it. He’s disrupting the lives of strangers for his own selfish desires.

But Tubbo can’t leave. Ranboo asked him a question. Ranboo wants him here. And Tubbo will be with Ranboo for as long as Ranboo wants him.

It’s too late, now. Ranboo cares about him, in some strange way. Stupid, reckless, earnest, trusting, Ranboo has gone and gotten invested in this stranger across the table. The damage is already done. So Tubbo forces himself to sit still, and quietly picks up his burger. He takes a bite and chews slowly as he thinks.

“This is a bad idea,” Tubbo mutters, and then stuffs his mouth with greasy burger like that could stop the words from pouring out of him. “Truly awful.”

Ranboo smiles, and it’s lopsided and weak and he doesn’t bother to hide his teeth. “Trust me?”

Tubbo doesn't know how to answer that.

Instead, Tubbo opens his mouth and mutters into the silent bubble here, encased in the noise and bustle of the food court. “I used to work at a burger restaurant, you know.”

Tubbo bites back the hot rush of spikes in his blood that scream he doesn’t know. He wasn’t there. He doesn’t know. He didn’t hold your hand over an invisible border that you couldn’t cross.

The Ranboo that Tubbo loved is dead and gone.

Tubbo’s husband is dead.

The stranger says, “Oh? That’s cool. How’d you like it?” And he smiles like a stolen sunrise.

#knack #knack ch5 #reincarverse #my writing #dsmp fic #saal #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #happy valentiens day!

[lavieenwaar2]

le monde est à nous, le monde est à toi et moi

[thedamso]

salut, salut 🖖🏽🖖🏽

#damso #dems #nwaar #saal #rap français #le rappeur damso #vie

[go-learn-esperanto]

So I'm at the part of Standing at a Lightswitch (spoilers but not like... major ones) where Tubbo asks Wilbur about Fundy. I was dreading the question because I was imagining Tubbo asking "Do you have son?" and if he didn't the answer would be akwared. But the question was much better worded and yeah.

So, because C!Fundy is trans (and he's still little in this universe) everyone uses she/her (except for Tubbo) and I really really want Tubbo to answer to Wilbur's “You keep using he/him pronouns for Fundy,” with “Just wait a few years,” and the not elaborate in the slightest. It would be so funny.

#saal #standing at a lightswitch #fanfiction

[spook-202]

#standing at a lightswitch #deadpatrol #saal #the chapstick...

[benkaden]

Ansichtskarte

GRUSS AUS SAAL MECKL. Konsum-Warenhaus Hessenburger Straße Blick in die Hessenburger Straße Steilküste

Reichenbach (Vogtl): VEB BILD UND HEIMAT Reichenbach i.V. (V 11 50 A 1/B 350/67 1/5660)

Foto: Bild und Heimat ([Heribert] Darr)

1967

#Saal #Bezirk Rostock #Heribert Darr #1960er #1967 #Philokartie #DDRPhilokartie #AlltagskulturDerDDR #akSaal #BezirkRostock #Ansichtskartenfotografie #AnsichtskartenfotografieDerDDR #deltiology #VintagePostcard

[jemthebookworm]

Hi guys I have finally posted One of the Saal outtakes I have written feel free to read :)

#saal #my writing

[pebbledrat]

I’m somewhat new here, what exactly is saal?

Saal is short for Standing at a lightswitch, a really excellent Tubbo-centric dsmp fic by @deadpatrol

It's a very weird and specific au and it has a small cult following here on tumblr. It's basically like, what if you yoinked cTubbo out of canon and plopped him in a modern au where he went on a wacky roadtrip with his friends.

So then you've got cTubbo who's got literal years of trauma he's failing to process and a hundred secrets he's trying to keep, meanwhile everyone else is native to this cute and chill modern au and don't have any wars or betrayals weighing them down! There's a good back and forth of both sides trying to figure out what the other's deal is

It ends up being a really really good character fic but also it is endlessly memeable so we all post unhinged theories about characters and situations. Bingo boards. The usual stuff. Periodically you will see me making strange, inscrutable posts and tag them saal. This is normal for me.

#hejznfjsnds #if you are So New here you aren't familiar with tubbo then i apologize for an incoherent explanation #saal is turning 2 years old in a few months....... what is the passage of time #if you're a cWilbur enjoyer plz know this series has one of my favorite depictions of him........... my oongley sproingy 🥰 #such is the circle of life that periodically i get to enthusiastically explain saal to confused anons... #pebble answers #saal

[skaters-art-blog]

Wow this project is finally done! took me nearly 22 hours to complete these two pieces, but I cant say i regret it! They turned out p good!

This is even more fanart for @deadpatrol's hit reincarnation au, Standing At A Lightswitch! This took me like months and months to finish, way longer than necessary most likely lol. If you are on my blog and haven't read it yet i'm honestly shocked i post about this fic so much lol.

Speedpaint + bonus under the cut!

and a little bonus :)

#dream smp #bench trio #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #standing at a lightswitch #saal #reincarverse #this actually took ages pls watch the speedpaint #the speedpaint also was a struggle to edit since i exported the wrong version TWICE #this was actually done weeks ago but i didnt have time to publish anything before i went on vacation so here we are now

[deadpatrol]

General writing update:

I am making it my goal to finish We've Got A Knack For Fucked Up History before the end of the year.

I'm moving and starting a new job, so it will probably not be in the next month or two. But I really really want it to happen before the end of the year.

Thank you to everyone still following the Reincarverse and sticking with it while its been on this long hiatus. <3

#saal #knack #reincarverse #dsmp fic

[thedamso]

#damso #dems #nwaar #saal #rap français #le rappeur damso #vie

[go-learn-esperanto]

“Yeah!” Tommy insists, gleefully ignoring Ranboo’s blatant skepticism like he can’t see the eyebrow Ranboo raises at him. “I didn’t think it was gonna work! But it did! She was real— oh, she was so real, Ranboo! She was floatin’ an’ shit! She had this huge pitchfork! It was so crazy! She— she called me a child! Can you believe that? Big words comin’ from her! She looked like a— just like a little fuckin’ kid! I don’t— you were talkin’ to her, and we couldn’t understand you, but she could! You were speakin’— fuck, what did— Tubbo, what’s it called?”

(…)

“Gender— or blender, or something. You were talkin’ kitchen appliances, man,”

I'm fucking crying HELP ASDFGHJKL

#You were talking kitchen appliances — #fucking gender #this whole conversation #saal

[gregly]

every now and then i think... dangit.. animation! i should be animating all the time! so i made this flourish with Saal this week!

#gif #animation #saal #wizard #flourish #procreate #magic

[c-cloudyy]

Knight x Mage forever the ship

Knight is @azrithart ‘s

#oc #artists on tumblr #original character #art #digital art #character design #knight #mage #Saal #Sarthanas #Raal #fantasy character