#tubbo angst

[fenteii]

sweet turned sour

#art #fanart #my art #dsmp fanart #dsmp art #dsmp #tubbo #tubbo angst #tubbo art #dream smp tubbo #tubbo au #tubbo mcyt #tubbo underscore #dadschlatt #dadschlatt au #schlatt fanart #schlatt #schlatt and tubbo #jschlatt fanart #jschlatt

[ghostwink]

my fear is that this is winning; that this was all we could have ever had.

#tubbo angst #tubbo fanart #tubbo underscore #dsmp #dream smp #mcyt #my art lol

[obliviannn]

Alright last video I’m posting til I make another animation :]

#dream smp #tubbo dream smp #tubbo fanart #mcyt fanart #dsmp art #c!tubbo #dsmp tubbo #ranboo #ranboo dream smp #tubbo #c!ranboo #dsmp ranboo #ranboo fanart #tubbo angst #ranboo angst #:)

[juneofbones]

The bench trio have a happy day out!

#tommyinnit #tommyinnt fanart #ranboo #ranboo fanart #tubbo fanart #tubbo #micheal dsmp #micheal underscore beloved #dream smp fanart #dsmp fanart #dsmp art #ranboo angst #tommyinnit angst #tubbo angst #ignore the angst tags this is all smiles ! /s #mcyt fanart #art #my art #drawing #digital art #ctommy #c!tommy #ctubbo #c!tubbo #cranboo #c!ranboo #c!benchtrio #bench trio

[1wn8ure]

head canon (spoilers for the dsmp jailbreak ahead)

Michael learned to speak around Ranboo, and since Ranboo tended to make enderian sounds whenever he got excited, Michael began to pick up on them. Now, whenever he gets excited, sometimes he'll try to imitate one of Ranboo's vwoops or hums.

Ranboo always loved when he did it, because how could he not? Michael doesn't have the right vocal chords, so the sound is all jumbled up and garbled, but nonetheless his precious son was trying to mimic him! How cute was that?

Of course, Tubbo would be happy too, because he loved to see Ranboo smile (and Michael was just too adorable). So naturally, whenever his dads were sad, Michael learned to make a noise to cheer them up. It worked every time

Until one day. Tubbo is sitting alone, clutching onto a single pink tulip. He tries to hide his tears, but Michael can tell they're there. He can always tell. He tries his trustworthy strategy, expecting his Bee to laugh and tousle his hair, or at the very least crack a smile

Instead, Tubbo breaks

#dream smp #dsmp hc #tubbo underscore #tubbo mcyt #ranboo #ghostboo #beeduo #beeduo angst #tubbo angst #michael underscore beloved #dsmp #tubbo centric #and-michael-just-doesnt-understand #did-he-do-something-wrong? #why-wont-bee-look-at-him?

[24-guy]

After a month of work and procrastination. I finally decided to post the comic. The only colored pieces will go beneath the cut at the end.

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanart #dream smp fanart #tubbo #digital art #tubbo fanart #beeduo #beeduo fanart #dsmp comic #dream smp comic #tubbo comic #tubbo angst #beeduo angst

[angelsandarsenic]

I've been putting off writing the Dream SMP Racing AU (refer to this post) for so long and I still can't do more of it yet, so have some excerpts from my favorite chapters so far instead

——-(not all chapters have names yet)——-         The sleek black and white car was only just coming around the corner when it's opponent was already at the other end of the final strip. It’s purple accents shone brightly like a promise of victory but at the moment, it wasn’t very promising. Tommy groaned and dropped his face into his hands. What the fuck was he thinking, sponsoring a completely new racer that he didn't even know?! That had been stupid and impulsive even for him, and now it was coming back to bite him in the ass. Tommy couldn't watch. It was over, they had lo-

        The crowed gasped loud and Tommy couldn't help the way his head shot back up, eyes hungrily finding the race strip, raw with hope. The purple flash had already almost completely faded, but there he was. Ender was right up next to his challenger and absolutely gunning it, easily passing him, just in time for the final corner. When the fuck did he-?! The other racer clearly hadn't recovered from the shock by the time Ender cut him off ruthlessly, forcing him to swerve wildly. Such an aggressive move wasn't necessary, the newbie would have passed the man by a long shot without it, no matter how weak he was around curves. Tommy hollered like a madman when he broke the finish line. HOLY SHIT, we won!!

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Sometimes Brotherly Bonding is Amassing Several Felonies: (cw: guns, illegal activity)

A mass of red and blue painted the sky out on the near horizon, far more than just a couple measly officers, all surrounding an elegant black mercedez. A short burst in traffic flow brought Tommy almost right up to the scene, but it quickly halted again. The blonde's mouth fell open when he realized that it was no crash, certainly no DUI arrest, but a full felony traffic stop, and everyone else seemed just as eager to watch as he was.

        Felon or not, Tommy thought the amount of police that had responded was a tad excessive. Not that he would know any better, that was just a lot of flashing lights for a single guy who was so compliantly turning away and dropping to their knees. Every officer had their guns trained on the person's back as hands adorned with several rings came up to cup the back of their head, blossom pink hair falling over their face, parting around a divoted ear so a golden sword earring and an emerald could glitter against their skin. 

Holy fuck that was Technoblade. 

(...leave some to suspense :)..)

        Technoblade's screams of "No, no, no, no, no, no- !" cut off abruptly when they hit the ground. For a terrifying moment, his entire body jolted with pain, all his breath exiting his lungs in a mind numbing gasp and he was completely frozen with shock. His heart jumped up into his throat when the car skidded on only two wheels over the slippery dirt, Tommy fighting with the steering and ground wheels desperately to regain some semblance of control. Half the car dropped down into the poorly taken care of grass beside the road and jarred Tommy again, enough to bring him back to his senses and slam his foot back on the pedal, this time with more defined purpose to the way he jerked the wheel to get them back on course. His hands were still shaking like a mad man's and the vehicle hadn't stopped bouncing from the impact, but they were fully on the road again, spraying dirt and pebbles in their wake.

        In Tommy's adrenaline fueled, scared shitless mind, that whole circus of fearing every breath might be his last had gone on for far too long. To the rest of the world, it had only been a few minutes. 

        None of the patrol cars dared follow them, even if they had been able to turn in time.

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Driving felt dangerous. 

        He was too angry and upset to care whether or not he swerved off to either side of the rode and crashed. His speed was only fifty, but it felt fast--too fast. Every twitch into one direction, every massive truck that could flatten him in his car like a bug on a windshield, every blinding flash of someone's headlights in his eyes that could send him careening off course...it scared him. It felt like just enough moments not completely focused on keeping him on the road in the right direction would inevitably lead to destruction. Even so he couldn’t stop fading in and out of the present, speed slowly raising to 55…60…70…

        Tommy would love this, Tubbo thought. He would have no problem with the speed, no problem with the winds blowing his hair, even though it would just as soon tear him apart. 

        Numbly he noticed that he had drifted over to ride the center line. He should really fix that before something bad happened, but he really couldn't bring himself to care.

It was fine, Tubbo decided. This road was always empty anyway, and no one else would be out here this late at night.

—————

Dead Man's Hand:

  "Are you old enough to be gambling?" Quackity raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

        "I don't know, am I old enough for you to collect money off my already illegal races?"

        The man paused his shuffling for a millisecond. "...You look young for 21, but that's not my business. Five card?"

        "Yes."

        He dealt and dropped the keys to the car into the pot. "Jacks are wild." They both picked up their cards. 

        One pair...two pair and one is high...and a wild card. This is a great fucking hand!

(...)

        Tommy flipped over his hand. Eight of Spades, Eight of Clubs, Ace of Spades, Ace of Clubs, and a Jack. "Full house."

Quackity stared in horror.

#Accelerate #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp accelerate #accelerate au #dsmp au #Dream smp racing au #ranboo #tubbo #tubbo angst #technoblade #dream #philza #quackity #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #mcyt #angel writes #fanfiction blurbs #fanfic preview

[honalele]

Cracks in the Ceiling

Ranboo stared at the ceiling of his of his bedroom. He was lying on the floor, trying to numb the emotions bubbling in his stomach. It had been over sixteen years since he last saw this ceiling. Sixteen years for him, but only seven months for the ceiling. He wondered which had changed more.

The ceiling had a few cracks in it. Ranboo traced them with his finger. Were those cracks already there, or did they develop while he was gone? Ranboo racked his brain trying to remember. He should’ve paid closer attention.

The door opened from downstairs.

“Michael I’m home!”

“Daddy!”

“Aww, come here. Sup little man. Daddy’s gotta put away the groceries.”

“Michael help?”

“Yes of course! Take these they’re not too heavy.”

“Boo help too?”

“Boo doesn’t like chores. His ouchie hurts too much.”

“Boo has no more ouchie.”

“What are you talking about little man? Careful, don’t drop those.”

Ranboo hadn’t moved from his place on the floor. Tears blurred his view of the ceiling, but he didn’t let them run. It had been so long since he last heard Tubbo’s voice. He thought he’d be ready to see the boy, but he was nervous. How do you talk to someone you died for? What words would ever heal the gap of seven months?

Ranboo blinked his tears away and watched the cracks in his ceiling as Tubbo and Michael put away the groceries.

“Last one daddy!”

“Michael put that down. It’s too heavy, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“Ow!” Michael started to cry.

“What did I tell you? Let me see.”

“I’m sorry daddy.” Michael sobbed.

“Don’t be sorry. Just be careful next time. Here, I’ll get you a band-aid.”

Ranboo’s stomach turned to stone when he heard the creaking floorboards of the staircase.

He stayed frozen on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. There was a pause. The air went dry. The north had never been so silent.

Ranboo felt Tubbo’s presence move across the room. He opened a chest and dug around for a bit. Ranboo’s throat felt like cobwebs. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. Tubbo found what he was looking for, closed the chest, and went back downstairs to help Michael.

Tubbo’s voice was different now. He spoke softly to Michael, muttering things like, “hold still” and, “I know it hurts”.

Ranboo listened to the sound of his own heartbeat. He felt too numb to move, but he couldn’t stay on the floor forever.

“There we go. All better.” Tubbo said. Michael thanked him and there was a brief silence that was interrupted by the sound of someone turning on the tap. Plates and silverware clanged together.

Ranboo blinked and took a deep breath. It took every last bit of strength to pull his body up from the floor. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and slowly made his way downstairs. He had to duck under the doorway. He wasn’t sure why it was built so low.

Tubbo was doing the dishes. He didn’t look over. Not even once.

“Tubbo I-” He was interrupted by a loud crash of silverware being tossed into the sink. Tubbo kept cleaning.

Ranboo wasn’t quite sure what this was. Tubbo could be so hard to read sometimes. After Aimsey convinced Dream to revive him, she told Ranboo that Tubbo must have changed. That he couldn’t possibly be the same person from before. But this looked pretty familiar to Ranboo. Tubbo wasn’t an easy person to know, but that didn’t mean Ranboo cared about him any less.

“It’s summer. I saw the snow melting outside.” Ranboo said. Tubbo continued to ignore him. “Of course, not all the snow will melt. It’s always freezing out here.” Ranboo took a few small steps forward.

“I told her not to do it.” Tubbo said under his breath.

“What?” Ranboo asked, but he was silenced by Tubbo throwing the plate he was cleaning into the sink and frantically drying his hands. Ranboo followed as Tubbo rushed over to his winter coat, threw it on, grabbed his sword, and headed outside. The boy quickly made his way through the snow, tying the belt with his scabbard along the way.

“Tubbo wait.” Ranboo caught up to him and pulled his arm, causing Tubbo to fumble his belt and accidentally drop the sword into the snow.

“Let me go.” Tubbo ordered as he tried to pull away. But Ranboo wouldn’t let go. He couldn’t.

Tubbo struggled to pry Ranboo’s hand from his arm, but Ranboo grabbed Tubbo’s other arm so that he couldn’t. Then, Tubbo turned both his hands into fists and began pushing Ranboo away. The pushing turned into punching, but Ranboo didn’t budge. He studied Tubbo’s face, his gaze never meeting Ranboo’s. Not even once. Tubbo wasn’t hitting to get away, nor was he angry. Every hit seemed harder on Tubbo than it did on Ranboo.

Eventually, the boy exhausted himself. He took a moment to catch his breath, then stepped in close, wrapping his arms around Ranboo.

“How could she do this?” He sobbed.

Ranboo gently wrapped his arms around Tubbo, and this time he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“I hate everyone so much and I don’t know why.”

A cool wind washed over them. A sea of leaves rustled beyond the fence.

“You were all I had. They always kill everything I have.”

Ranboo held onto Tubbo as if the world were crumbling around them. He wanted to say that everything was alright. He wanted to comfort him, and tell him things would go back to normal.

But deep down he knew the ceiling never had so many cracks.

#dreamsmp #dsmp #dreamsmp fanfic #ranboo #ranboo fanfic #c!ranboo #beeduo #c!beeduo #tubbo #c!tubbo #dsmp ranboo #dsmp tubbo #tubbo fanfic #ranboolive #dsmp michael #the beloved underscore family #the beloved family #ranboo's revival #ranboo angst #tubbo angst #beeduo angst #aimsey #c!aimsey #dsmp fanfic #dsmp angst #the revive book

[iexistoutofspite]

Its 12:09am but instead of sleeping I'm writing Tubbo angst head cannons

Author's note: This is full of tubbo head cannons and my ideas of what his story/backstory could have been:) oh and angst, lots of angst. I’m putting the bee boy through hell to cope.

A House But Never a Home

Tubbo tucks his head beneath the wearing and torn covers of his bed, but sleeping isn't an option. He can feel the tears burn at the back of his eyes again, yet he holds it in as he knows if his father catches him crying it will only make it worse. Sometimes he wishes his room door had a lock, but his father would never allow it. Exactly because he's the reason Tubbo wants one. 

The underscore home hasn't been safe since his mother passed away a little over a year ago. Tubbo was only nine, but he could see the weight that lay behind his fathers eyes at the funeral. At first he thought that it would go away, but it only turned into permanent eye bags and missed days from wired turned into being unemployed, and instead of finding a way to provide for himself and Tubbo he turned to alcohol and drinking until he couldn't function any longer. 

That's when the screaming starts. Tubbo isn't sure what he is this time, he probably left his shoe out of place in the hall or forgot to put this plate in the dishwasher and put it in the sink instead. All he knows is that these dark green covers won’t hide him for long. 

Eventually his father will find him. 

He always does. 

Tubbo hopes that he will just pass out in front of his door like twice before. He fell asleep mid rage and forgot why he was angry when he woke. 

Tubbo hears something smash against the wall. It was obviously thrown with force. Tubbo curls further into a ball position and wishes this was some sort of nightmare that he would wake up from before his father found the door. 

“UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT!” He hears his father shout from the living room. There’s a loud thump followed by more crashing, then silence. 

Tubbo waits a few moments before crawling out from under his safety covers to investigate. He carefully steps over the empty beer cans that litter the floor of the living room and kitchen. Luckily his father did in fact pass out before finding him. Though it looks as if he knocked himself unconscious after tipping over a mostly empty bookshelf. His fathers horns here are stuck in one of the boards of wood. 

Tubbo quickly runs over to his father to check for a pulse. He places two fingers on his fathers neck and finds that he is still alive. Tubbo sighs with relief, though his father wasn’t the best at least he's not an orphan. He's found it's easier to look at the bright side then to actually confront the hot mess that is his life. 

He brings to pick up the knocked over and chattered decor as a result of his fathers rage. He figures he should clean it before he gets blamed for it. As he pickles up a broken picture frame with a smiling photo of him, his mother, and his father, during the “good days” as Tubbo likes to call them as nothing was wrong then, his mother was alive and Tubbo believed his father would protect him from anything.

Next to the picture form he finds what started his fathers ramage. It was his mothers wedding ring. Tubbo usually secretly keeps it with him in the pocket of his shirt as a way to keep his mother close at all times. He must have dropped it and his father had found it. 

He quickly picked up the ring and went to put it back into his ticket to find a hole at the bottom. Tubbo puts the ring into his other pocket to make sure it doesn't fall out again. 

#dream smp #tubbo underscore #tubbo #fanfiction #angst #tubbo angst #dsmp #dsmp tubbo #dsmp fanfic #dsmp thoughts #dsmp headcanon #headcanon #tubbo headcanon #backstory

[theomniworld]

C!tubbo Isn’t a glass half empty type of guy despite what people think. He desperately wants the glass to be half full. But the glass keeps cracking and the water keeps dripping out.

He wants to be a optimist but the world keeps beating him down again and again… but he keeps getting up. Because he has to, someone has to look after Michael, someone has to look after snowchester. Someone has to care about whatever is left of this damn smp. Because if he doesn’t, if he stops caring, who will he be?

He was always the sidekick, the one that cared to much and now all he can do is care. Even if that means he has to take in the dead thing that looks like his husband

#c!tubbo #tubbo #dream smp #tubbo angst #ghostboo #i was feeling angsty

[thatshinx]

Sad bee duo head cannon

Somewhere under Tubbo’s house there is a chest with both Tubbo and Ranboo’s wedding rings. Tubbo put them there as a way to symbolize the end of their marraige. They never got to grow old together, they didn’t have some huge affair, they didn’t grow apart, and they never officially divorced. Their love was simply stashed away, hidden under the veil of death. And yeah, ghost Boo is still around but, he isn’t Ranboo. Ranboo is in the ground, were Tubbo will never see him again. 

#beeduo #dreamsmp #ranboo #tubbolive #platonichusbands #angst #dream smp angst #tubbo angst #headcanon #sad headcanon

[nuclear-graveyard]

"Monster"

-Cordelia

#tubbo angst #tubbo #tubbo fictive #tubbo fanart #tubbo underscore #dreamsmp #dsmp #dsmp angst #dsmp art

[obliviannn]

Made this a couple weeks after the prison escape lore stream. For some reason this blew up on tik tok so that’s cool :]

#tubbo #tubbo fanart #tubbo dream smp #c!tubbo #mcyt fanart #dream smp michael #ycgma my beloved #tubbo angst #>:)

[sparklysparklingsparkles]

I can't get over the tragedy that is qTubbo.

Because just later that stream his point was reinforced twice by both qFit and qPhil. They did feel bad about it after learning about the funeral, but qTubbo has been telling everyone that Fred was kidnapped and probably dead for ages. And they didn't take his worry seriously, at least not in qTubbo's eyes.

So now he hides the fact that he's genuinely hurting and puts up a happy front.

#why must streamers be so good at making angst #qsmp #tubbo #qsmp fred #philza #fitmc #qsmp clips

[dvnieldraws]

daffodils

#my art #artists on tumblr #art #qsmp #qsmp art #qsmp tubbo #q!tubbo #qsmp fred #q!fred #frubbo #qsmp frubbo #penpalduo #q!penpals #tubbo fanart #qsmp tubbo fanart #going. INSANE abt q!quackity kidnapping fred n the subsequent angst!! im jsufjdhdjr GHEY WERE GONNA GO ON A REAL DATE #okay. im okay. thsy are jus lil chars lmao im not actually mad at anyone this js jus my telenovela 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 #anyways. daffodils can mean honesty and forgiveness n i kinda view this esp w what fred said (what i wrote here) like them askin for #forgivwness for when they tell the truth abt whatever theyve dons #*DONE sorry i cant type propsrlly #i also dont reallh think anyone is in ths wrong in tjis sitch idk q!quack has gone thru sm in ths hands of ths fed so it makes sense he woul #dnt trust any fed workers or anyons who wkrks w the fed which js also settjn up for when q!Q either remembers or fjnds out abt the other #islanders who are affliated w the fed like q!fit q!foolish q!jai even q!baghs #ALSO. #I DONT EVEN KNOW IF I LIKE THIS IT SUCKS IN MY EYES BJT I SHARED THE SKETCH SO I HAD TP FINISH IT. SO. YEAH. MAN STANDING EMOJI.

[ccerealbowl]

*wakes up from my coma, bursts through your door and slams this in your face* goodnight o(-(

#o7 #dsmp finale #clingy duo #clingy duo fanart #tubbo angst is my specialty guys im sorry #tubbo live #tubbo fanart #digital art #mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanart #dreamsmp #dream smp fanart #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #tubbo #my art #digital illustration #angst