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siddoesstuffig · 9 months
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i dont miss the dream smp in the sense that i wish it kept going, but i miss it in the sense that i wish i could love something as dearly as i loved it. i know there’s the qsmp if i wanted or plenty of other content on youtube but its not going to be the same. i was obsessed with it. i wasn’t into it in it’s prime, but when i got into it i got into it and it was impossible to even fathom getting out of it. i know we have the sorry boys but i miss the tom simons vlogs. i know we have generation loss but i miss origins smp. i know technoblade never dies but i miss him.
no matter what happens now it will never be the same, and while change is important and necessary - god knows what wouldve happened if they did decide to draw out a season two - i still miss it. i can’t tell if it’s because i miss being 14 instead of 17, or if i miss the stories and streams themselves, but i miss it.
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princess of the boobers
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if-loki-was-a-fox · 10 months
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Just realized I've never made a post about any of my EmeraldDuo/BorealTrio/Syndicate Friendship Emerald headcanons, so here we go:
Technoblade originally the gifted three emeralds to Philza, but later two of them were crafted into matching earrings for both Phil and Techno to wear. That left one extra emerald left over, which they didn't really have any plans for...
Until Tommy moved in with Techno. Eventually Techno crafted the third emerald into an earring he intended to gift to Tommy... but then the festival happened and Tommy switched sides, so obviously that idea was thrown out the window immediately. The third earring with shoved off into some dusty corner to be forgotten, just like any other sign of Tommy.
After Ranboo moved in and Technoblade started slowly but surely warming up to him, Technoblade eventually started to consider giving the third earring to them, as they'd become a pretty integral part of the trio by then, and Technoblade kinda wanted something to show for it.
No actual action was taken toward this until after the Syndicate was formed though, at which point Niki was also quickly becoming a beloved member of their commune. So ultimately what they ended up doing was splitting the third emerald in half and giving Ranboo and Niki each a half-and-half emerald-and-another-precious-stone earring to match Phil and Techno's full-emerald earrings. And now the whole Syndicate has matching earrings, all made from the original Friendship Emeralds :)
And here's a fairly quick drawing I did of what they might look like:
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funeralscythe · 6 months
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if he doesn't do this already, i think ranboo should just start blocking his fans when they're disgusting. maybe getting pushed out by the man* himself will be the wake up call they need. idk.
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mac u might b asleep by now but i need u 2 know something that genuinely fucking baffles me. fucking. if u don’t know already u gotta prepare urself alright because this is such bullshit
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genloss was nominated for a fucking emmy
theres no fucking way this is real u have to be lying to me . surely not. whiskey u have to be joking
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glsneeg-enthusiast · 7 months
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sneeg and niki siblings is real to me
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remitro · 2 days
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feeling shrimp emotions about cbee again. sorry it will happen again
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charles-simmons · 2 months
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People tend to make c!Ranboo as kind of shy and polite, because at the time cc!Ranbo was. But the thing is that with time (especially after the dsmp lore ended) ccRanboo just got more and more confident. They started to swear, and make death threat jokes, and be gay unfiltered. So could we see that in c!Ranboo too? Like, with time, cRanboo starts to learn to be more confident and more comfortable with his jokes and sexuality/gender. Bonus if Tommy started living with the bee family, because he's very open and doesn't think much before he speaks, so I think Ranboo could learn some things with him, y'know?
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toastysandhamwich · 3 months
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hi!! list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ♡
aw thanks for sending me this :)
1- silly internet guys- right now, it's dnp, but for a few years it was ranboo
2- it might be cliche, but my friends :) I love them and I love laughing with them
3- music! Both listening and creating. I really like Cavetown and Harry Styles right now
4- when I put on a new outfit or clothes and it's really gender
5- when I make something, like a drawing, sewing something, crocheting something, etc, and it turns out exactly how I wanted it to or even better than I imagined
Bonus- the blue tumblr notification dot lol
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unoriginalurl77 · 1 year
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Happier times :)
Here’s my @dreblrtine-gift-exchange gift for @thal-ent !! 
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dyketubbo · 2 years
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i think itd be nice if with the idea that ctechno left to finally, truly retire he gives his crown and cape (whether to phil or to ranboo or niki or tommy or whoever) and wears a lavender flower crown or something instead. like the ribbons
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ambiguousgrass · 2 years
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Ranboo saying he doesn't think we actually liked the mining streams sir I will fucking cry don't do this to me
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carcinized · 2 years
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skimming chapter 3 of C-17 so i can start chapter 4 tongiht maybe and . "I think your smile is pretty is all, it’s not like you can’t be grumpy—obviously you can be grumpy—" is still my favorite line from the fic so far i think LMAOOO GET HIS ASS RANBOO
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deepseastars · 2 years
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enderstarsystem -> deepseastars
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freezethebeez · 2 years
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NLM c!Beeduo because i said i would (WIP)
"You know what? Maybe there’s still too much alcohol in Tubbo’s veins, making his mind go all weird and shit, making his heart beat a little faster, making his cheeks a little warmer. Surely this isn’t…"
Characters: Tubbo, Ranboo, Tommyinnit (partially)
Additional info: acohol abuse/alcoholism, mentions of character death, lightly mentioned suicide, briefly implied self-harm (like, literally one sentence) exile, and canon-typical trauma
I've been thinking a little too much about NLM c!Beeduo and been listening to a little too much Mitski and now we're here!! I wrote all of this last night and will probably be finishing and publishing it on ao3 soon :D (also this is mostly centered around c!Tubbo. c!Ranboo makes an appearance at the end. So if you're reading this, read it for Tubbo and maybe the little reward of a smidgen of c!Beeduo at the end)
Fic below the cut!!
Being president of a country at seventeen isn’t easy, especially when that country is a crater. 
Tubbo can attest to that. 
He viewed his first day of presidency through blurry eyes filled with tears. While he was supposed to be establishing his place within the White Office– moving in and all that shit– Tubbo ended up spending nearly the entire day dangling his legs from a crumbling building, not once fearing the very real possibility in which it could fall and bring him down and bury him with it– he almost hoped for that outcome as he kicked his legs and tossed debris from it, counting the seconds before each piece struck the ground. 
Tubbo knew he was in rough shape, knew that this was no state a young president should be in– a young president should be lively, enthusiastic, ambitious and passionate, and all the values the nation was built on. In his defence, though, it’s not like Tommy, the elected vice president, was in much better shape. 
While Tubbo wasn’t quite sure what Tommy was doing during the first few days after the destruction of their home and the death of his sort-of older brother, he could make some half-decent assumptions based on the new bandages on his arms and the various cuts and scrapes on his hands and the smell of smoke and soot that clung to his torn clothes. 
Eventually, Tubbo dragged himself from where he once laid stationary and decided that it was finally time to start running this crater– whether it be further into the ground, or high into the sky. He didn’t know, and he sure as hell didn’t care. Things couldn’t get worse anyway. 
Trying to rebuild what was once your own home at seventeen isn’t easy. Tubbo can attest to that. 
While he knows it doesn’t have to be his job to rebuild L’Manburg, overlooking others from the sidelines doesn’t feel right either. Tubbo’s never been a person to stand on the sidelines– always in the thick of things, always throwing himself into danger for the sake of other people, always getting caught in the crossfire. 
So Tubbo fills the hole Wilbur left behind, Tubbo cuts down tree after tree to replace the damaged homes, Tubbo turns logs into slabs and lays them down with his own two hands and convinces the rest of the cabinet that the water that stains the wood is from the rain (rain that Tubbo is thankful never actually came for he knows more than anyone that the acidity of water combining with smoke would slow down progress more than anything– progress that needed to happen more than anything). 
Putting on the suit that the presidents before you have worn at seventeen is not easy, especially when the suit is all too large and smells of smoke and alcohol. Tubbo can attest to that. 
He regrets not trying harder to fight against Schlatt and his requests to have his L’Manburg suit burned after he was revealed to be a traitor, and Tubbo regrets denying Tommy’s request to repair his suit after his execution. Because now, Tubbo is left to wear the suit that Schlatt once donned, and it feels wrong in every sense because every time Tubbo catches a glimpse of himself and the way the blazer hangs off his small frame, he can’t help but feel an ache in his chest just below his heart, and each time it happens Tubbo swears he’s having a heart attack. 
Now Tubbo’s got the suit, he’s got the position of power over others, he’s got people watching him, waiting for his next command, his next move. What will he do next? What will he do to be just like the man who came before him? Exile Tommy and Wilbur? 
You can’t exile a dead man, and Tubbo feels just about half-dead when he makes his statement. 
“For the safety of L’Manburg, I have decided to exile Tommy.” Tubbo’s eyes stay glued to the paper in the front of him, one filled with words that he can’t quite fully understand and signatures that don’t feel like his own because fuck, is Tubbo really exiling his best friend? 
Yes, yes he is. It’s for the greater good. Dream will take care of him, right? He’ll escort him and keep him away from danger. Tommy will be fine. Tommy will be just fine. 
But Tubbo can feel Tommy’s gaze from across the room. It’s burning through him and it hurts– not just below his heart, but everywhere. So Tubbo gives in. Tubbo looks up for a moment, and who was going to tell him how fucking hard it is to look your best friend in the eye after you’ve just exiled him, and for something so petty too. So, so petty. 
If only Tubbo had thought those things in the courthouse, if only he’d made that mistake and learned from it sooner, before things could get out of hand– and now he’s sitting alone on their bench, looking at the sunset without the sun beside him, a bottle of champagne in his hand. (Champagne is meant for celebrations, parties, festivals, not pitiful going away parties that you spend by yourself, mourning the person you haven’t exactly lost, but in a way, have). 
Saying goodbye to your best friend at seventeen isn’t easy. Waking up the next morning, completely hungover, knowing you have an interview with the new kid in town also isn’t easy. Tubbo can attest to that. 
Tubbo tries his best to keep his composure during the interview. He focuses more on his annunciation, tries his best not to slur or jumble his words with the fatigue that weighs down on his bones. He doesn’t think he’s pulling it off very well, though– and he really should have had coffee before this godforsaken interview– but thankfully the person in front of him seems understanding. 
With each question Tubbo asks, the person nods and hums and gives his response with eloquent words that Tubbo doesn’t even know the meaning of, but he’s not about to pull out a dictionary in the middle of the interview so he carries on anyway. And fuck, the person won’t stop smiling at him the whole time, and while Tubbo would usually find that kind of forced happiness to be the most annoying thing in the world, this person manages to make it look sweet. Oh, and don’t even get Tubbo started on the way the person asked if he needed anything before he left the office. Usually annoying, but in this case, the sweetest thing ever. 
You know what? Maybe there’s still too much alcohol in Tubbo’s veins, making his mind go all weird and shit, making his heart beat a little faster, making his cheeks a little warmer. Surely this isn’t…
Being president of a country at seventeen isn’t easy, especially when that country is still in the process of becoming the prosperous land it once was. Being in love while all this was happening also wasn’t easy. 
Tubbo can attest to that. 
Tubbo didn’t expect Ranboo to be nice after the interview. He assumed it would all be a facade to help him get the job of a fucking minutes-man of all things– it’s really not the hardest job to get– but when Ranboo walked into the conference room in the same black suit and pressed white button-up and red tie, talking with the same goddamn eloquency, smiling at Tubbo with the same, sugary fucking sweet smile, Tubbo quikly comes to realize that it’s not a facade, and that Ranboo’s just really fucking nice, and for what? 
Judging by the lack of scars on his face, Tubbo can only assume that the boy has never seen war in his life. Ranboo probably hasn’t experienced death in general, which is honestly a little sad if you ask him. I mean, how can you ever truly appreciate life when you haven’t been a breath away from falling out of it? Small aches and pains don’t hurt half as bad when you’ve been shot in the face with a firework. 
Now that’s not to say Tubbo wants to see Ranboo in pain– no, of course he doesn’t, he’s not some kind of fucked up sadist– but he is saying that a little bit of trauma would do the kid some good. Besides, having a partner to spend long nights getting shit-faced with wouldn’t exactly be the worst thing in the world. 
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Trying to balance work and a love life isn’t easy, especially when one of your coworkers is the one you’re trying to have sort of a love life with. Tubbo can attest to that.
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starboodrawsstuff · 10 months
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Y'all- I'm so jealous of all the people who were lucky enough to meet Ranboo and Aimsey at VidCon. LIKE IT'S INSANE. I REALLY wish I didn't live literally all the way across the country from there-
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