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A Wug Picrew!
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He doesn't quite understand the weight of the situation that is q!Tubbo's death because eve he doesn't believe that Tubbo's really- dead.
He doesn't understand why others are upset with themselves and him because Creation has promised that it can bring Tubbo back with the right materials.
Richas wasn't taught that crying is good for someone. That's kinda evident in his conversation with Bad, Em, and Dapper (from bads stream last night). He was taught to smile and look at things in brighter ways, which in some cases is good, but I don't think he knows the difference in the situations.
"You do not get better at handling grief. You just learn what works for you" (Wise words from Dapper)
I think that if Creation had waited longer to show up, we would have seen a deeper emotional defiance from Richas. He's not sad of Tubbo's death because he trusts in the people around him to bring Tubbo back. He trusts in Creation's word. If there was no way to bring Tubbo back, I think that guilt would hold heavy over Richas. I don't think he would know how to deal with it.
He's a good egg, he really is. Just sympathy isn't something he's learned. He's still a kid, physically and mentally.
why must you hurt me
why must you hate me
why must you
do i need this
is this for me
do i need pain?
...I am important.
guys i love him so muchhhh ahhh
i meant to post this yesterday but I forgor
anyways
very brief character sheet bc im gonna go on a ramble
Main things:
- he has no face besides a mouth qtubbo built (i will get into that)
- the wheel of glowing eyes constantly move
- he's like an inverse of my qtubbo design (the robotic parts of his body switched sides)
I have 2 stories but one thing stays the same
Creation acts as a guardian/protector off the eggs and uses any force necessary (aka his pointing making people disappear or making them "logging out")
ALRIGHT to my little story (based off hc and the theories)
PRESENT ROBOT
Creation was made by qtubbo (in the present) and is gaining his own consciousness. That's why the others can't tell qtubbo. This also goes off the theory of fed tubbo (or not it kinda doesn't matter?) Basically, Creation was made up by a spare qtubbo body that qtubbo found. The spare body was a failed experiment by the fed that they threw out. Qtubbo found it and was like "hey this could be cool." He built this robot that is somewhat sentient (connected emotionally to qtubbo in a way).
TIME TRAVEL
Creation is a future qtubbo that has been so changed/deformed that has come back to the present. He vaguely knows who he is and his purpose. He's just a confused little guy. I might go back to add more but that's the basis for this one.
okay thats all i have rn ive been distracted by tubbo stream lol
hi ok so i made a very quick list of things i remembered from creation lore of what they called people/things and specific things i noticed . have to go back and rewatch the other vods to double check and will add to this as things develop but yeah ! feel free to mention anything i forgot too and i'll add it
islanders
bad: wanted to make sure bad remembered them
bagi: mother of pancake shell, keeper, called her slow a lot
cellbit: guardian, presumed, looked at his house and said “guardian”
pac: threatened him ????
phil: guardian
mike:
niki: keeper
tubbo: primary protector, creator, maybe boss (?),part of some operation, made creation as “last effort to hold on” very very very long ago, cannot know about creation
eggs/shells
rank 1: sunny (maybe loved shell)
rank 2: chayanne (duck shell)
rank 3: tallulah (trauma shell)
rank 4: empanada (pancake shell), for some reason it mattered that empanada likes them
rank 5: ?
rank 6: ?
rank 7: richas (silly shell)
rank 8: ?
rank 9: ?
rank 10: ?
rank 11: ?
others
center control: implied to be tubbo’s twitch chat maybe ? or maybe qsmp admins ?
old order: ?????????????
ruins: ??????????????????????, whatever it is happened way before bagi’s time
Something something, q!Tubbo creation “To right my wrongs”.
Something something, creating a machine out of desperation, out of depression, out of hope, out of fear.
Something something, putting your genuine, literal, blood, sweat and tears into something until your bled dry, praying it works.
Something something, praying to your own creation like an alter, as though it holds redemption and salvation, as though it can save you, as though it can fix what you did, or worse, what you didn’t.
Something something, potentially noticing that it thinks and feels independent from its objectives, but ignoring it because you need this to work, because you need to fix it.
Something something, looking at this grotesque, evil looking thing that you made with your own hands, with the wrench your daughter gifted to you, and begging, pleading at it to make things right. Maybe you can save them this time. Maybe it’s too late for everyone else, but you have one last ditch effort you can try.
Something something, throwing everything you have and more into this, every spare second you have, every ounce of effort you have to give, into your machine, your salvation, your creation.
Something something, if it just works, if you can just get it to work, if it can get itself to work, if something can get it to work, if anything can get it to work, then it all will be fixed. Then you can see her again. Then you can have morning coffee again and play dates again and hanging out again, doing anything at all again, good nights again and good mornings again and you can protect her again, you can do it right this time.
Something something, revering your creation like a god, praying to it’s gears for it to bring your kid, your baby, your girl, your princess, your Sunny. It has to. It HAS to. You don’t know what you’ll do if it doesn’t. You don’t know how you’ll live if it doesn’t.