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semrielle · 2 years
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you mentioned on stream that you feel bad for not doing ranboo and tubbo fanart lately but your drawing beeduo everyday until the meetup series automatically makes up for it (it will always be famous!!)
aww anon :,)
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bugdew · 1 year
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its six in the morning and i just finished watching all of my liked tiktoks from the oldest to the newest and i expected to see my jumps through fandoms and be like "haha so silly" but instead i relived the same fandoms the entire time and i still havent let them go
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1990jeevas · 2 months
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i miss you jackbox streams i miss you mcc liveblogging i miss you lore mixed into an otherwise normal stream i miss you tales from the smp i miss you beeduo meet up i miss you karl jacobs total drama viewing party i miss you wilbur soot drunk christmas streams i miss you wilbur soot mcc monologues i miss you technoblade i miss you origins smp i miss you rust server i miss you ylyl i miss you tommy vlogs i miss you ranboo late night mining i miss you among us streams i miss you i miss you i miss you
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doodlebloo · 3 months
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lun8r · 5 months
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Request from number one Foolret person (I ship charecters and only charecters!!!) IS there going to be any ships in your story? Can foolret be one of them? Even if platonic? Could I get a drawing of them together maybe? anything with them honestly. Its chill if not! <3 Love your art, keep up to good work!
unfortunately foolish and eret cant meet in the au :[
i didnt really plan ships since i dont want to accidentally cross boundaries or something, the only one i have planned is beeduo
heres a silly doodle of foosh and eret tho!
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crimeboys · 7 months
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monsterloot fic masterpost
multi-chapter
ignite the light: dsmp, canon divergence/reincarnation au/political drama, techno-centric sbi, where technoblade is new in town and everyone keeps trying to make his day worse (6/14 chapters)
the sun was sinking: dsmp, superhero au, tommy-centric crimeboys + discduo, where tommy has been taken by dream to become the best hero the city has ever seen but keeps having dreams about a man he doesn't know but could swear he does (4/?? chapters)
washed up: dsmp, modern au, wilbur-centric tntduo + crimeboys, where wilbur and tommy are washed up actors and quackity is wilbur's long-suffering agent trying to move them along (4/?? chapters)
ache performing apathy: dsmp, modern au, wilbur-centric sbi, where semi-estranged wilbur comes to his father for help without actually asking for it and finds a whole new family has been created in his place (1/?? chapters)
canon oneshot
it's nice to be wanted (2.8k): dsmp, pre-prison break, techno-centric peerpressureduo, where technoblade and michael meet for the first time
nothing is wrong, all of the time (3.8k): dsmp, exile snapshot, tommy-centric discduo, where dream shares a secret with tommy
26 going on 40 (4.7k): dsmp, post-inconsolable differences, wilbur-centric crimeboys, where wilbur has lost track of the days and tommy reminds him
your world and mine (1.7k): osmp, vaguely in s3, jack-centric rocketduo, where jack gets a wetsuit that lets him visit niki
crime and peace (1.8k): dsmp, post-inconsolable differences, wilbur-centric crimeboys, where wilbur and tommy have a not-so candid conversation about burgers
oh, how i want to be free (24.2k): dsmp, post-prison break timeloop, tubbo-centric cabinetduo + beeduo, where tubbo gets trapped in a timeloop and finds it's not all that different than before
the original and best (of men) (1.8k): dsmp, post-boundless sands, wilbur-centric crimeboys, where wilbur is in utah and haunted by the things he left behind
has the moon lost her memory? (4.4k): dsmp, post-nuke finale, crimeboys-centric crimeboys, where three guys visit a gas station and wilbur doesn't understand why tommy doesn't recognize him
best friends (1.6k): dsmp, post-prison break, tommy-centric clingyduo, where tommy visits a sick friend
a good pillow (3k): dsmp, post-prison break, techno-centric emerald duo, where steve is mad at technoblade and phil clowns him for it
our Love is God (354 words): dsmp, poem, wilbur-centric crimeboys, where wilbur haunts a body that is a country that is a brother
squeeze (3.2k): dsmp, post-inconsolable differences, wilbur-centric sand duo, where wilbur tells phil about leaving, tommy, and how those are connected
we're not getting better (1.6k): dsmp, post-tubbo apology, tommy-centric clingyduo, where tommy and tubbo discuss wilbur
moderation (8.1k): dsmp, post-boundless sands/the end of las nevadas, quackity-centric viceduo, where quackity thinks wilbur is dead and he and tommy decide to drink about it
in the middle (1k): dsmp, set vaguely before inconsolable differences, technoblade-centric bedrock bros, where technoblade and tommy find reconciliation through breakfast
buzz (1.4k): dsmp, set during burger arc before ho16, tubbo-centric cabinetduo, where tubbo and quackity talk about love
three-man operation (4.2k): dsmp, set vaguely sometime after bust, tommy-centric benchtrio, where tommy, tubbo, and ranboo decide to go sledding so of course a heist must occur first
(and burst) (4.1k): dsmp, post-boundless sands, continuation of “squeeze”, tommy-centric angelduo, where tommy talks to phil about wilbur leaving
au oneshot
they can't take the sky (4.2k): dsmp, zombie apocalypse au, wilbur-centric crimeboys + quirkyduo, where a paranoid wilbur struggles in the apocalypse and saves a couple of teenagers who return the favor
something like revival (10k): dsmp, modernish paranormal au, wilbur-centric crimeboys, where wilbur and tommy were friends one day brothers the next and now try to make a life in an apartment that may or may not be haunted
flying (3.6k): dsmp, circus au, tina-centric tinarose, where tina is in love with the circus flyer but knows that the job will always come first for hannah
everything you hid inside (23.6k): dsmp, modern + powers au, wilbur-centric sbi, where wilbur secretly has reality warping powers he refuses to use and then he gets deliriously sick
maybe the path is gory (whatever it takes) (6.4k): dsmp, zombie apocalypse au, quackity-centric las nevadas, where quackity will do whatever it takes to make las nevadas great
blood and cigarettes (10.9k): dsmp, vampire + fae au, wilbur-centric tntduo, where it is the 1800s and wilbur is trying to kill the local priest
close your eyes (4.2k): dsmp, hunger games au, wilbur-centric crimeboys, where wilbur tries to give tommy a moment of peace in the middle of the games
the brains of this operation (3k): dsmp, zombie apocalypse au, same universe as "they can't take the sky", tubbo-centric fireflyduo, where tubbo and dream discuss the ways they are similar
as my eyes shut (3.5k): dsmp, hannibal au, wilbur-centric tntduo, where wilbur is having a breakdown and makes impulsive decisions to gain some feeling of control
two guards (1.2k): dsmp, modern au, cabinetduo, where quackity and tubbo are hosting a funeral
the dark of our graves (4.2k): dsmp, hunger games au, same universe as “close your eyes”, wilbur-centric tntduo, where wilbur and quackity dig a grave
neither of us will be missed (23.4k): dsmp, modern minecraft/post-exile au, wilbur-centric crimeboys, where wilbur is a police officer investigating tommy innit for the murder of dream
break me, i am bread (15.3k): dsmp, royalty au, wilbur-centric tntduo, where wilbur is marrying sally, in love with quackity, and terrified of disappointing his father who doesn’t appear onscreen once
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1wn8ure · 5 months
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thinking about nlm beeduo after doomsday. something that had formed from forced proximity slowly fizzling out as the distance between them grew, as they moved away and moved on. thinking about a tender ache resting in their chests, a hollowness.
thinking about reconnection. who reached out first? was it tubbo, on a weaker night of loneliness? was it ranboo, after debating with themselves for weeks? either way, thinking about them meeting up one afternoon, as just friends. thinking of someone making an offhanded remark about a piglin, left in the nether. thinking about something familiar taking root, of going through the motions all over again- the nervousness, the hesitation, until somebody snaps
thinking about the second round of firsts. fingers pressing against a palm, hesitant but bold. a hand slipping around a waist, even as its owner looks away, unsure. a whispered "may i?", a whispered "yes." lips pressing against each other, worried at first that it might not be the same, and then relief as it's better, so much better.
thinking about love that didn't ever really die. thinking about right person, right time except it would always be the right time because it was them
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genevawren38 · 1 month
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I Hope I Exist One Day Less
✨c!Ranboo & c!Tubbo [Beeduo]
✨3.7k W.C.
✨c!Ranboo-centric
✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD & Canon Divergence
✨A gift for graceandlight_
✨One Day Less by Anson Seabra
Ranboo realised this boy would grow up incredibly lucky then, surrounded by so many different beings giving him such a wide perspective. Tubbo spent so much time with their child, encouraging his imagination through play. Tommy indulged in whatever game the piglin made up, often taking off with him for hours to show him around the server. Niki spoiled the hell out of Micheal, making him special treats and soft blankets to protect him. Philza and Fundy had even come to see him, hesitant at first before Michael won them over with his excitement for the cake the crow brought.
Most surprisingly, Technoblade had gruffly demanded to meet Ranboo’s child soon while Phil snickered, telling the enderman afterwards he had been jealous that all others had met the one Ranboo chose to raise. Their heart was very warm hearing that, knowing just how much the piglin hybrid valued young minds. Promising soon, Ranboo told himself when he returned downstairs he would speak with Tubbo about the possibility of Techno coming to meet Michael.
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deadpatrol · 1 year
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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.
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transbeeduo · 3 months
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I think baby piglins crunch up netherrack to help them digest things bc their organs are still growing and also it helps their immune systems. So I think one day beeduo take michael on a day trip to the nether to help connect him with his roots and they see him eating what is essentially rocks and they're like MICHAEL NO
But also imagine michael meeting other zombie piglin children and beeduo negotiating playdates despite the language difference
OUHHHH I CAN SOOO SEE THAT zombified piglins’ organs tend to like. Struggle a bit due to being zombies and as such not working as good compared to a “normal” piglin’s would. So I can totally see that!! (Plus it really wouldn’t hurt Michael i’d assume) I could see Michael like, going outside to find rocks to eat while at home too!!
ALSO MICHAEL PLAYDATES YAYYYYYY LOVE ON THE MINECRAFT PLANET baby pigs playing + having fun + whimsical
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dug up the old kjau comics i never finished! these things are almost 2 years old now :O !! ill be posting em page by page over the next week or so :]
beeduo meets 1/2
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xomoosexo · 4 months
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"friendships". like i just know those people are gonna have beeduo type fallouts in 2 years tops. let them have a couple more irl meet ups for pr and they'll be at each others throats. like this isnt even me being a hater it's just statistically how cc relationships in this circle work out. it'll be funny af and i will be laughing tho.
augh it's so strange and I've talked about it before how the relationships you have exist in such a strange warped place in popular smps because you are spending sooo much time with people but it's all through the lense of the public watching you at all times and molding your friendship into their fav dynamic. and how that kinda fucks you up. plus the weird fucking debt everyone feels towards q for "bringing them together" like bro. obviously it's nice you met through his smp but if I met a good friend through a mutual friend I wouldn't feel in debted to them for the rest of my life and bring it up all the time in a weird way like that. it's just such a strange dynamic to me I'm sorry
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Villain Pool AU
guess what! I'm still on my shit and I was thinking about the different groups in the Dream SMP. The Syndicate particularly. The big 4 would be Phil, Technoblade, Niki, and Ranboo. That's them.
They're our beloved mobsters and with that thought I circled back to the MANY supervillain au's where the Syndicate is made up of basically all of SBI, Beeduo, Jack is there with Niki, and then our lovely Las Nevadas bois Q and Slime. I have yet to see Foolish there but he's an honorable mention
ANYWAY
The Dream Team and their various comrades are commonly seen as "heroes" so-
This got me thinking. The real Syndicate, the og 4 mentioned above is a mafia group. They're mean and exclusively do things themselves. They have money, they have power, but it's all their own and no one has dared take it from them. Except for our lovely rival mafia that was founded out of spite by the Syndicate's head honchos oldest son who basically stole his youngest son to keep him from being influenced.
L'manberg. Aka The Revolutionists. They specialize in causing havoc without hardly lifting a finger or revealing who the hell they really are. They're great at expressing their intentions without being seen. Some call them cowards, and those people are quickly snuffed out.
Now, who is L'manberg you might ask.
Well obviously Wilbur is the eldest son I mentioned and he took Tommy when he was young to get away from Phil's violent business before Tommy got drug into it as a child as Wilbur did. Wilbur tries to convince Technoblade to join them but his brother craves violence and is forever loyal to their fierce father.
In a habit of taking in those who he wishes to keep out of Phil's violent path, Wilbur finds Fundy and takes him in as well. Then along comes Eret, and eventually Tubbo. Others come and "help" L'manberg but they never get close enough to find out who exactly is a participant in the Revolutionists.
There are a few that get in but go through a process to leave as long as they promise to help when called for, and L'manberg will extend their protection to them as well.
These people are few and far between, most of them never being heard from again. But one man...one man causes issues for both the Syndicate and L'manberg.
Quackity Nevadas forms a vigilante group called the Butcher Army where both people from L'manberg and the Syndicate join in. This causes issues and under an alliases of Orpheus and Theseus, Wilbur and Tommy meet with Phil and Techno (who is the Army's target) to get their men back. Of course, everyone from L'manberg is require to keep their identities secret under any and all circumstances. Fundy, Eret, and Tubbo are not real names. They're covers. Even Wilbur doesn't know their real names and they don't know his. They call him Mr. President, and Tommy is Vice.
In the Butcher Army they keep their identities secret as well, Quackity being one of the only ones who flaunts his. In L'manberg he was known as Q which was short for his new allias Quackity but people don't know this and assume that Quackity's parents were just odd since it was weird for a villain to go by two names without one of them being their real one.
With time, Techno dismantles the hunting party for his head without much trouble and both Fundy and Tubbo return to L'manberg with a thourough scolding from their President. Fundy is particularly affected by this because at this point he has considered Wilbur a kind of father figure, or at least a big brother.
(Side note: Everyone in L'manberg doesn't know Wilbur and Tommy are actually brothers. Phil and Technoblade don't know Wilbur and Tommy are Orpheus and Theseus.)
I've gotten a little off track here and forgot to explain in depth how the Syndicate/L'manberg meeting went.
No one has met President and Vice. No one's seen their faces, no one even knows if they exist really besides the ones in L'manberg and even then the both of them stay behind screens during meetings. Wilbur has made sure of that because he knows that if Phil wants to, he can find out who is running the show with the smallest bit of information. Fundy is the closest one to Wilbur and all he knows is that he's tall and has brown hair.
This leads to Phil (who is known on the street as Zephyrus) and Technoblade (The Blood God) not having a clue that their forgotten family is right in front of them. (who they think either left the city or were killed in one of the many villain hero fights (Wilbur totally didn't plant evidence of their bodies to get Phil off their tracks when they first left or anything))
Wilbur knows, Tommy doesn't because he was too young and Wilbur never exactly told him who Zephyrus and The Blood God really were. Anyway here's the little scene I cooked up from the POV of Wilbur:
"I was told we were meeting with the heads of L'manberg. Not some two bit lieutenants." The Blood God snarled. Technoblade. Wilbur itched to punch him, it was always like that when they met. Only one of them knowing everything.
"Who are you calling two bit Tusks?" Tommy spat and Wilbur held back his little brother from lunging forward. Tommy's temper was vital and it made Wilbur smile underneath the carefully crafted mask. The voice modulator distorted Tommy's voice to a much lower pitch which didn't fit his height, but then again Tubbo sounded like a fucking smoker of 30 years some days with hardly even a surgical mask on.
"Easy Theseus." Wilbur warned.
"Get your dog under control." Technoblade demanded and that hurt. That made Wilbur's blood burn in confliction. If only he knew it all.
"Zephyrus if you would refrain your comrade from insulting mine that would be appreciated. This is business, not pleasure." Wilbur said cooly. His voice sounded so smooth, no cracking from dusty rooms and cheap cologne. Ivory keys in a symphony.
"Blood." Zephyrus obliged. Phil, oh Phil made Wilbur angry. All he saw in the glimpses of his face behind the veil was the violence of his own childhood. Phil wasn't abusive, he was rough when he needed to be and overall it was fairly normal. But his expectations...they crushed Wilbur even now. Good thing he thought he was dead.
"Blood God is right, we were told we were meeting with President and Vice of L'manberg. Not their subordinates. We don't even know who you are." Phil was careful in his tone. Cold and daring for aggression.
"We're who they send to do their business. I'm Orpheus and this is Theseus." Wilbur kept a steady hand on Tommy's shoulder. The tight leather gloves over his hands flexed as Tommy tensed to move. Impatient as always.
"Cowards." Technoblade scoffed and Wilbur snapped his head to the one he used to call his brother. If there was one thing he couldn't stand to be called, it was coward. Bastard, fucker, idiot, two bit trash. A burning ship drowning everyone around him. Call him anything but coward. He was just trying to protect those he loved.
"Say that again." Wilbur said low and the voice modulator almost didn't pick up his voice correctly and there was a fault. A glitch and the illusion of Orpheus' voice was ruined.
"You use voice modulators?" Zephyrus inquired and Wilbur cleared his throat. Tommy was practically begging to jump at Technoblade, but Wilbur knew he'd be skewered before he even moved an inch.
"Our identities are sacred if you couldn't tell." Wilbur lifted his chin to reveal just how high his turtleneck went and a dark beanie fully covered his hair. The mask he wore took up his entire face and another mask under it covered his lower jaw and anything on the side that might show. Tommy had his hoodie and similar ski mask material covering his features. The hood over his hair was secured to the mask, so any possibility of it coming off was unlikely.
"Right." Zephyrus examined them and Wilbur could feel those bright blue eyes running alone every crack and crevice of his body to try and find something to use. A description of his hands, a fault in his stance or posture. A habit. Anything.
"Orpheus and Theseus. Mythological heroes. Interesting choice." Phil noticed and Wilbur's blood ran cold.
"Don't analyze, don't analyze, don't analyze." He begged in his head and tore the conversation away from the topic.
"Orpheus wasn't a hero, and Theseus killed his father technically. I wouldn't call them heroes." Wilbur hissed and he saw Phil's eyes blink knowingly. There was his information. All he needed. Wilbur knew his greek fairytales. In a city full of crime, those who were educated enough to even think of those stories were few. Let alone be well versed in them enough to know the technicalities of them all.
"We're not here to chat over aliases." Technoblade cut in and Wilbur clenched his fist, removing his hand from Tommy and folding them neatly behind his back.
"Right. The Butcher Army is after your head and it consists of both our people." Wilbur smiled behind his mask. Force of habit to appear charming and all.
"No habits. Stop it. Phil will notice." He reminded himself and dropped the smirk. He didn't know if there was anything in his body language to show the grin but he didn't want to risk it.
"Your men are leading it." Technoblade reminded him and Wilbur felt the sting of Quackity's betrayal. And just after losing Eret. It hurt like a bitch to remember.
"Quackity is not one of ours. He completed President's exit trial." Tommy had stilled his temper apparently and Wilbur sent a silent thanks to the heavens.
"I wasn't aware people could leave L'manberg." Phil observed curiously and Wilbur bared his teeth behind the mask.
"It's a difficult task, like everything else and if you'll notice, Quackity isn't exactly untouched." There was an ugly scar running down the man's chest where Wilbur had sliced him. Quackity had earned his keep, and his silence, so Wilbur was forced to send him to a healer known as Ponk. Ponk was in a duo with a technician Wilbur knew as Warden. Warden made all their technology at a costly price, and his loyalty was undecided. He was a neutral party and Wilbur had reluctantly agreed to offer them protection in exchange for services.
"That doesn't change the fact that two more known L'manberg members are in the Butcher Army." Phil reminds him and Wilbur straightens his back at the threatening tone.
"Doesn't change the fact that one of your trusted members is as well." Wilbur looked to Technoblade. "I wonder what violence you must've done to him to make Ranboo hate you enough to join your own murder gang."
Technoblade growled. Oh he growled and Wilbur growled back.
"Prince doesn't hate me." Technoblade growled the code name and Wilbur chuckled, stepping in front of Tommy and facing his brother.
"Ranboo, has met with us a few times himself. He's taken a fondness to-" Tommy kicks Wilbur in the calf and Wilbur blinks. The enchantment vanishes and Wilbur steps away.
Adrenaline; that was part of Technoblade's powers. Causing so much of it to go through a person they don't think clearly until its too late. Perfect for hunting down those who've crossed him and the Syndicate.
"Fond of who? Go on." Technoblade dared and bared his fangs in an ugly smirk. Wilbur scowled.
"This was supposed to be peaceful." Wilbur muttered, lacing his Influence into his tone. Technoblade blinked away the magic quickly, it was weak, only meant to suggest the idea of calming things down. nothing that would alert Phil at whose powers his own were so similar to.
"It is." Phil said, Wilbur's voice had never worked on him. Probably something to do with those damn bird traits of his.
"You've done nothing but threaten and accuse." Tommy stepped back to Wilbur's side.
"Allegedly." Phil said and flared his black wings. "You take care of your own, and we'll handle ours. how's that sound?"
There was something ominous. Something warning and teasing and something that told Wilbur that Phil knew something he shouldn't. A habit of presenting himself as charming and intelligent surely couldn't be enough to narrow it down. Phil did like the hunt though.
That much Wilbur knew for a fact.
Hehehehe
Anyways, I'm working on maybe making an A03 account and publishing this fic there. I need a title though. I didn't expect this to turn into something. This started as an AU rant...now I need titles and I'll figure out a proper name for the AU later
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turtle-bee-rayne · 7 months
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God how am I getting emotional over the ranbrand. God I've been watching since before the beeduo meet-up. And so much has changed. They've honestly helped me so much
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peninkwrites · 11 months
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Bok 📓
AH! hello! It has been days!
I have so many ideas I haven't done anything with yet lmao, but here's one I haven't shared yet!!
An au that takes place in the dsmp canon titled Hear No Evil, See No Evil, Speak No Evil.
Basically I wanted to write a fic with a deaf Tubbo, blind Ranboo, and mute Tommy. Tubbo would be deaf from the Red Festival onward, Ranboo has slowly been going blind his whole life from his tears. Tommy only goes mute after exile.
I've spent a lot of time thinking about the logistics and what that type of thing would change (I'm partially blind and love projecting <3)
Post Red Festival Tommy learns sign language along with Tubbo, and he would translate for him when other people didn't sign or if Tubbo couldn't keep up reading lips. One of the things Tubbo misses the most is the sound of Tommy's laugh, but it helps that he can see the way Tommy cackles. When Ranboo joins the server, Tommy briefly serves as the main translator for the two of them, because Ranboo has a really hard time learning signs when he can't really see them, and he can't write very well. (in this, instead of a memory book, he has a tape recorder!)
When Tommy is exiled, his absence is felt as a friend and as their translator. Ranboo works hard to write better, sometimes the lines trail off or overlap, but he practices working as Tubbo's minutes man, which is even more important in this au because even though Quackity is okay at signing, when things get heated people forget and Tubbo has an even harder time keeping control as president, so he needs those notes for reference, but there's also an extra dose of tenderness between Ranboo and Tubbo, as even though there's this slight disconnect they try so hard to understand one another.
When Tommy returns, when there's the community house fight, immediately everyone knows there's something seriously wrong. Before, at their first meeting, Tommy could sign his irritation and Tubbo didn't question it, but once it gets to the community house, everyone knows there's something wrong with Tommy, because even when he signed, he was ALWAYS loud. But even as he's told he has to defend himself, to plead his case with all these people watching him, he doesn't say a word. He signs, but only so many people can understand him.
AND! Tubbo and Tommy's fight. They would be incapable of fighting and talking at the same time, they'd need to have their hands free to sign, so what do they choose? Violence or communication? Maybe in the end they want to tell the other that they were hurt more than they wanted to hurt each other, y'know?
In the aftermath, after doomsday, the three of them end up sort of joined together by this need to help each other talk. Like. Tubbo always voices Tommy’s signs aloud for Ranboo, and Tommy will sign what Ranboo says in case Tubbo can't read his lips (which, sometimes he feels nervous about reading Ranboo's lips because he doesn't want to stray too close to eye contact and make Ranboo uncomfortable) The three of them communicate best when they're all together. When it's just Ranboo and Tubbo, Ranboo tries to write stuff down best he can. When it's just Ranboo and Tommy, Tommy will trace letters onto Ranboo's palm. Eventually, Ranboo gets a text-to-speech function on his comm, so Tommy can type out things and then Ranboo can hear them. Tommy and Tubbo do pretty well talking just the two of them, they sign. But Tubbo notices Tommy doesn't laugh like he used to, and sometimes before when they were sitting beside one another, Tommy would talk loud enough Tubbo could feel the vibrations in his chest, but that doesn't happen anymore.
If the three of them have some trouble communicating with each other, the rest of the server is worse. Even if it's not a literal communication problem, Bench Trio understand each other in a way others just can't.
Just, following the path of canon, there are so many other things this could bleed into. Beeduo divorce, Wilbur's revival, doomsday was so much Techno and Tommy shouting back and forth at each other, so what happens instead? Does Ranboo feel safe moving out to the arctic, where the blinding white snow makes what little vision he has left absolutely useless? Tubbo's presidency is a hundred times more isolating because without Tommy, he realizes how much he relied on him to translate.
So, yeah. :') been thinking about this one for literal years lmao.
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jackiebrackettt · 2 years
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Exercises In Doom - a cbeeduo fic
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(ID: photo of a building with stairs leading up to it. There are five pillars at the top of the stairs. It's snowing. /End ID)
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cbeeduo au where cranboo is the rich guy who lives in the mansion on the outskirts of town and ctubbo is the guy who pickpockets him when he comes into town to buy things. also it's a magic au: anyway here's the link
"At the edge of the marketplace there’s this big library with stone stairs leading up to it. It’s a common meeting spot for scholars, so there’s often people of all ages standing around and staring out into the crowd. It’s a perfect vantage point with an effective cover for him to pick his target. 
And right now, he thinks his target might be an enderman guy wandering through the crowd. 
Seriously, he’s wearing a full suit to the markets. Tubbo thinks he can even see the shine of jewelry. It’s like he’s asking to be robbed."
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