#tubbo brain rot

[moontide-nymph]

If q!Tubbo is a environmental dragon hybrid it would be a little funny considering all the others are calling him the oncler for destroying the area.

The more his mind is broken down by stress the more broken the land around him becomes as a reflection on his mental state.

Angry? Lava starts to appear around his base. Sad? Neverending rain in the boarders of his base. Anxiety could be plants overtaking everything to "hide" and be sheltered.

Some of you guys are on my wavelength

#qsmp #q!tubbo #tubbo #qsmp tubbo #brain rot #i just want tubbo to have a cool new concept for his character

[houndt33th-art]

No Dice poster I drew in one sitting because I am ill (in body AND soul)

#no dice #no dice fanart #original art #bekyamon #krowfang #tubbo #tubbo fanart #tubbathon #dungeons and dragons #dnd art #my brain is rotting out

[lavenderstarsx]

this image would kill a 2020 mcyt fan like a victorian child to the average flu

#tommyinit mcyt #tommyinnit #tom simons #clingy duo #mcyt #dsmp #idk man #lol #tubbo #qsmp #funny #toby smith #brain rot since 2021 #brain rot #i need help #funny ig #lmao

[izzy-mc-fizzy]

Sorry folks Twitter unfortunately saw this first, anyways here’s a sketch of my WGI au, here’s a few notes:

Q and Tommy are both technically supposed to be in diff uniforms, I just put them all in the same for a more cohesive composition

Q wears his beanie while performing, his coach has tried in vain to get it off of him but he refuses. His coach now allows it on the condition that it matches the shows color pallet

Tubbo has his burn scar in this. Tommy asked about it when they first met and he very nonchalantly replied with “oh yeah my dad hit me with a Roman candle when I was like 8” and then never talked about it again

Nobody knows why ranboo wears a mask, it’s just kind of a thing. Everyone assumes it’s because of some heath thing but actually it’s to hide the fact that he’s a vampire (that is a joke)

#in case it’s not obvious ranboo is not a vampire in this au I was just making a reference to amp 2019 #wilbur soot #dream smp #dsmp #ranboo #tommyinnit #tubbo #mcyt #nihachu #jack manifold #technoblade #quackity #dream smp au #izzy’s dream smp brain rot

[embers-archive]

Thinking about 30 days smp.......

#ohhhhh the phil and bee duo angst #honestly the art where it was just tubbo and ranboo watching the timer go down and tubbo fell asleep just before the end and ranboo had to #be alone in the end??? fucking top teir goddamn #the kristin lore we got with ghostza #god. #god damn brain rot

[kerioed]

Ultimate brain rot drawing this guy.

#tubbo #tubbo fanart #tubbo art #tubbo dsmp #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanart #compass #your Tommy compass #art #drawing #my art #goat #President tubbo #president tubbo art #president tubbo ark #tubbo brainrot #brainrot #brain rot

[vtimbertiger]

Giving Bee Boy the detailed wings he deserves

+ a "wing ref" for my own sake

#yes I'm still brain rotting ad Astra/de terra shut up #also needed to figure out jumpsuit and how it would potentially lay out #tubbo #tubbofanart #origins tubbo #origins smp

[spooky-worms]

Click for better quality:D

#me: drops the dsmp fandom for a year. also me a year later: OMG IMMA DRAW TUBBO FOR A WEEK STRAIGHT HEHEHEHE #I haven’t drawn in so long😬😬 #dsmp tubbo #dsmp #brain rot

[xomoosexo]

why do I ever go on twitter

#people r mad ober tubbo and ainsey celebrating sapnaps win #bro #ausghshsn #genuine brain rot thats seeping down their spines

[nicebass]

Pointless song

A quick c!Tommy ficlet about an idea I had that refused to stay in my brain based off of today's lore :)

Life has a melody to it. Sometimes it's hard to hear, and sometimes it can get so muddled in the noise of everyday life it's all but impossible to differentiate between. But it's there. Quiet, but always present. An ever comforting pressure sitting just behind your ears whispering sweet nothings.

Sometimes it sings, "It's okay" "Everything will be okay" "You can do this" but other times it hums a gentle "I love you" and suddenly everything is alright.

Sometimes it was the sway of the leaves in the breeze. Sometimes it was the undertone in someone's words, presenting itself as an impossible harmony. Sometimes it was the scabbard of a sword, protection ringing strong in the night. Or maybe it was the percussion of an explosion, dangerous yet somehow mesmerizing.

Tommy always found himself taking part in this specific delicacy of life. While most participated in the world's symphony unknowingly, Tommy was always acutely aware of the way things clicked and fitted together. Some things sounded better together than others.

People always questioned his love for the simple things, but he could never find the words to explain it.

That's why he loved his discs so much. It took the rhythm of the universe and translated it into a medium everyone could understand. Or, so he thought. People still didn't seem to find the beauty in the symphonic tunes, in the gentle grind of a disc spinning in its place in his jukebox. And that was okay. At least they could hear it, too. Even if the message remained undelivered, music was Tommy's favorite thing to share with others.

He loved his discs because they told stories of his favorite parts of the world.

Although, if he had to pick, Cat had probably always been his favorite of the two.

It sang tales of wind chimes in his front yard, calmly swaying in the breeze. It spoke of a simpler time in life, when everything was less complicated. Even from before he came to this place. It sang of childhood memories he'd long since forgotten. It promised a more optimistic view of the world. The blissful ignorance that came with peace. It had changed overtime, becoming almost bittersweet with age. It displayed a breath of fresh air in the midst of war. An air of clarity in the ash and soot of wreckage. It became a symbol of all the peace and glory he could ever dream of.

Mellohi was different. It was the opposite side of the same chord. It was less than blissful but still a stunning piece of life that shan't go unmentioned. It was a lie. A secret, in the dark. It spoke of shadows. A haunting echo casted in an empty chasm, they only sign of life in an otherwise meaningless remnant of decay. It whispered of traitors, of buttons, of good and evil. It spoke of vengeance and refrain. It was wild and relentless. It was important, it was downright disgusting, but so so important. It was a piece of life Tommy had learned was dangerous to ignore. It was a flame set on a fuse, the rattling of a snake before it struck. Lightning and the thunder that shook the earth thereafter. It's despair, but not the hopeless kind.

And yet, the second he placed value in these glorious translations of unspeakable tales, it seemed the world had set its eyes on taking them away. He fought for them, of course, but he also fought to keep what they represented to him. Dream, someone who took the world for granted, could never properly appreciate the simple joy they brought. Dream, who sought to wreak destruction on any unfortunate soul who stumbled in his way. Dream, a man so painfully ignorant to the life around him it was downright maddening.

And yet, he got his way. Dream got his way, and he didn't even know it. The smell of char, the brief sizzle of static before the world went dark. One last breath before it all collapsed.

They were running. Tommy was running with Tubbo. There was nothing but the clothes on their backs and a hope for the future. But as time went on, Tommy failed to differentiate between their desperate gasps and their feet hitting the pavement. The world was quiet, eerily so. Hope poured out from him in waves, any form of optimism being unknowingly trampled in their wake.

As they ran, Tommy realized something absolutely terrible. The world was completely silent.

He was trying to stay afloat, trying to stay focused on the other sensations the universe had to offer. The taste of ash. The smell of fire. The feeling of gravel under his shoe. But none of it meant anything anymore. All they were was pieces of a puzzle Tommy no longer understood how to fit together. He was broken.

Anytime he tried to process the world around him his mind flickered back to the sight of the discs, his discs, melting in the pool of lava beneath them. And the horrible, horrible sound they made. One last cry for help before they were-

He shuddered, a trembling gasp being forced from his lungs. A cry nearly followed, but Tommy swallowed down the pathetic sound. He had to be strong, for Tubbo. For Michael, for everyone who needed him.

Everything burned. His veins were lit with a pain he couldn't describe, the image of a torch coming to mind. Of broken glasses and promises, brown trench coat and kind smile. He forced himself to relax, memories of goodbyes and the ocean stewing in his mind. Fuck. Wilbur would know what to do. Wilbur always knew what to do. God, what he'd do for advice from Wilbur right now.

Everything Wilbur sacrificed to keep the discs safe and his book- god, his book.

But he couldn't think about that right now. Couldn't get caught in the meaningless tide of the things he lost.

Somewhere, distantly, Tubbo asked if he was okay. Tommy gave a non committed shrug, and kept walking. Nothing mattered anymore. The only thing that was worth protecting anymore was Tubbo, and his family.

Tommy had failed to keep anything of his own safe, all he had left was Tubbo.

The discs were gone. All of his items. L'manberg. Wilbur had moved on. Ranboo was already dead. (He wouldn't, couldn't, ponder on the new revelations about Ranboo he'd made today)

He'd lost nearly everything that meant anything to him. All he could do was give himself to the cause, sacrifice himself to save Tubbo and pray to whatever God there was that it would mean something. Hope that someone, somewhere, would find meaning in it like he might've once done in the past.

Everything blurred. Melodies mixed and crashed together in meaningless mayhem. A beat out of sync, a waltz slow and draining. Rhythm sporadic and almost taunting, shattered dreams of what could have been. His vision cleared as he wiped tears out of his eyes before anyone could see them. He held his hand close to his chest and sighed.

Nothing made sense anymore. He was broken, unfixable and disgusting. This life no longer was worth surviving in. It was almost exactly like limbo. The unstoppable tide of static that filled his senses came to mind. The sound of silence that clings to his bones and haunts his dreams.

He was going back. And that was okay.

The sound of a wailing siren filled his ears, and he smiled. It was an awful, ear splitting shriek. A cry of war. It was entirely anharmonic, no rhyme or reason behind its shrill screech. And that was suddenly okay. The chill of the snow seeped through Tommy's shirt as he looked down at the yellow and black caution tape. And he smiled. It will all be over soon.

As he stood, fully surrendering to fate, the music finally fizzled and popped and faded into nothing. A monotonous conclusion to a life full of so much energy and hope but, it made sense in a way he couldn't ignore. As Tubbo shut off the alarm that screamed warnings that the nuke had begun the process of activating, the world went silent.

Before, the silence was haunting. But now, it feels strangely rewarding. Maybe, being free from the constant noise would be nice. Maybe finding purpose in nothing has its benefits. Maybe he could finally stop searching for meaning in every little action everyone did. Maybe he could finally find closure in blowing it all to smithereens.

Maybe not everything was pointless. Maybe, just maybe one good thing could come from this miserable existence.

#dsmp #dream smp #c!tommy #someone help c!tommy please #tommyinnit #c!Tubbo is mentioned but isn't a focal point #dsmp tommy #fanfic #ficlet #dream smp fanfiction #literally me just brain rotting and you guys being subjected to it #dream smp spoilers

[tsykku]

I am having q!tubbo brain rot so have a slice of it.

I am so curious as to which direction Tubbo will take his character. Because nothing what q!tubbo does seems malicious or sometimes even intentional yet so many people take issue with him or his behaviour. And he is somewhat aware of that while at the same time, completely oblivious as to why or how deep the conflict goes.

You have the federation who cannot stand his arse. Who we know is paying extra attention to Tubbo and wants to arrest him the minute he even does something slightly illegal. While they have not arrested him yet, it is only a matter of time. So what do they do in the meantime? They use him as a scapegoat to nerf certain game mechanics or punish him extra harshly in comparison to others who did the exact same things or worse. Yet for some reason, the other qsmp members are under the impression that Tubbo never gets punished and that he is solely to blame for the create nerf, breeding animosity.

Then next, you have the antagonistic fights with Etoiles which started carefree and rather playful but now have been escalating in q!Etoiles telling the codes that Tubbo works with the federation. To be honest, Tubbo is absolutely partly to blame for this one with his cheeky comments to Etoiles about losing his fight with the code. However, it adds another dynamic layer of conflict to the situation.

Finally, you have the vendetta of Bad and Aypierre against Tubbo due to the controversial Tubhole. You can argue all day long about the logistics of Tubhole and whether Bad and Pierre are valid in their objections against it. But the facts remain that it is within Tubbo's rights to do so and that they have not given him the grace period to let him make it into a good build. It literally is still a work in process that has been going on for less than 24 Minecraft hours. And even if it turns out to be ugly, the fact that Tubbo has been building the Tubhole with only create machines is fucking cool and makes it worth it (in my opinion). Moreover, Bad and Pierre both have similar big projects and their concern that it is different because of the close proximity to spawn feels a bit hypocritical as there are other (big) projects near spawn that cause similar amounts of lag.

And now this vendetta has gone from convincing other islanders of how Tubbo must be stopped to them framing Tubbo for the kidnapping of Ron to Fred. A being that everyone on the island at this point knows is important to Tubbo. A relationship which is one of the only ones Tubbo has left, besides the morning crew. We already know how much the relationship between Fred and Tubbo affects Tubbo's emotions so what will losing Fred or their trust do to him?

So now you have this huge cluster of events that puts q!Tubbo in a situation where everyone is against him, the federation, the code entities and most of the islanders as well. An exception can be made for the morning crew however they do not seem to take Tubbo or his concerns seriously, treating it like the mischief and matters of a kid.

And most interestingly, it is still not clear what makes Tubbo so special. Is it his use of create mod? Aypierre, Ramon and Dapper do something similar. Is it his curiosity and distrust of the federation? Cellbit, Badboyhalo en Bagi are right there with him. Is it his apparent greed or selfishness with regard to resources? It is not like he has never shared them or that gathering resources is sole motivation. Is it his knowledge of Minecraft mechanics to break the lore/server? Philza and his fourth wall breaking say hello as does Aypierre. Is it his age then? His relentless attitude to anything that catches his attention? His endless curiosity?

It will be so interesting to see where all these points of contention will lead to and how q!Tubbo will react to it or change as a result of it. Currently, his only concerns are the potential romance with Fred and finishing the Tubhole so that he can get along with everyone again. So he clearly does not know yet how much trouble he truly is in or how the cards are stacked against him...

#qsmp #tubbo #q!tubbo #character analysis

[sbblake]

q!tubbo (+ Sunny) doodles i did brought to you by my Rotting brain 👍

#qsmp tubbo #tubbo fanart #tubbo art #qsmp fandom #qsmp fanart #qsmp art #qtubbo #qsmp #qsmp sunny

[keirawantstocry]

your page made me hyperfixate on morning crew polycule and on the topic of hyperfixating, maybe a little fic about Tubbo or Pac hyperfixating on a thing like a project that they forget to take care of themselves? Can be fluff or angst i don't mind :) -✉️

hiiiiiii im so glad ive infected you with the brain rot

Pac wasn’t sure how long they had been working. It seemed like he had been at Tubbo’s since he woke up but the exact time was unclear. They had been working for at least an hour because Tubbo had proposed that they try and figure out a way to expand the amount of kinetic stress the drill could take without using a water wheel or generator. His stomach growled and he looked down at it in confusion. Hadn’t he just eaten? Surely he had grabbed breakfast before joining Tubbo. “Did I eat breakfast?” he said out loud and Tubbo turned away from the machine to look up at him. “No, you said you would grab something for lunch.” “Oh. Is it lunch time? I feel like I’m hungry enough for it to be lunch time.” Tubbo stood, wiping his hands on his pants before glancing at his watch. “Ah,” he said in a strained voice. “It's midnight.” “EXCUSE ME?” At that exact moment, the door swung open on both of them and Fit stepped inside with a large backpack in his hands. He smiled gently at the both of them and their surprised faces. “Let me guess. You guys just realized that you’ve been working for hours and hours because you’re incredibly hungry?” Pac laughed lightly as his stomach growled. “Sim, Fitchie.” He lifted the backpack higher. “Good thing I brought this then.” Soon they were finally sat down, all cross legged on the floor with an absolute feast in front of them. “Did you make all of this?” Tubbo asked as Pac dug in. “I did,” Fit said proudly. Tubbo leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before diving into the food. “Thank you.” “Sim. sim, obrigado, Fitch,” Pac said once he swallowed. “You’re so good to us.” He waved him off, a light blush blooming on his cheeks. “Oh stop. It’s nothing. Honestly.” His face softened. “It’s my honor to take care of you two dumbasses when you forget to.”

#qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #poly morning crew #q!tubbo #q!fit #q!pac #fitpacbo #qsmp morning crew #sigh #i wish gay people were real #also i wish i had that feast #im so hungry rn

[moontide-nymph]

Another drabble based on today's event and how the scores are now tied. Saw an opportunity for more angst.

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It's the last day of the event and the score is tied. Both teams are awake and ready for the last event to start. They have no idea what to expect. Do both teams win or lose? What about the eggs? What about going back home? Is there a home to go back to?

The event starts when the eye entity broadcasts a video to them. "Greetings. I have underestimated you and you managed to tie the scores in the end. How irritating. This means I'm upping the stakes so you will try harder in this final trial. Allow me to make the changes now."

Both groups tense, that could mean anything. They didn't get to think any further before Phil and Tubbo both disappear in front of them. A second later they hear surprised yelling above them, prompting them all to look up toward the sky. Above them and out of reach were two floating cages, one on each side of todays playing field. Inside each were a very confused Phil and Tubbo.

"A new wager will be added to your little contest. The winning team will get their eggs back... and also their leader will be allowed to leave this island with the rest of you. The losing team leader will be doomed to rot here on this island, alone with yours truly. How fun is that? Like a little pet. I'm sure this will put a fire under you to impress me today and do everything to win. Don't try to tie again or everyone dies. Now, get going."

Both teams and team leaders were frozen. One of them forced to stay behind? The teams start looking at eachother in horror. What do they do? This added a level to this hell that they couldn't wrap their brain around. It's Cellbit that breaks the pause, trying to brain storm with everyone on options even though it felt so hopeless.

Meanwhile up above, Phil was having an internal crisis that was quickly building into a panic attack. This can't be happening. He couldn't stay here. He CANT. He hasn't felt like himself in weeks... or has it been months? He has zero sense of time now. Everyday waking up more distant from the proud crow he once was. The idea of having to stay behind broke him. He slid down to his knees, crumpled over himself in a sad unconscious attempt of self protection. His eyes were distant and foggy, his mind receeded. By the looks of it, he was no longer present. The red team were on their own.

In the cage across from Phil's, Tubbo stood watching it all quietly. He stood and watched the groups below fight with eachother on what to do. He stood and watched Phil break down. He stood and felt nothing but a heart wrenching sadness poor over him. It had to be him to stay behind. It had to be. He couldn't do that to Phil, no way. But Blue needs to win if they are the cursed team to save all the eggs. What do they do? His thoughts are also becoming muddy, the last two weeks of nonstop horror catching up to him. All he could come up with is somehow making a deal with the eye entity. How does one make a deal with the devil?

#my sleep meds are kicking my ass but im too anxious to sleep so here #qsmp #qsmp purgatory #qsmp tubbo #qsmp philza #q!tubbo #his character has so much potential i cant stop writing aboit it

[zecoritheweirdone]

hey guys,, who wants to see this new dsmp au i've thought up of instead of working on my other countless, already existing aus.

still trying to come up with a proper name for it,,, right now the working title is shattered reflections...? buuuut i'm not too content with that yet.

the basic plot is, via ~wacky shenanigans~,, ranboo, tommy, and tubbo,, all from different universes,, end up getting misplaced together in the multiverse or something like that, and now have to hop from dimension to dimension, trying to find their way back to their respective homes(and maybe they'll find that the real home was the friends they made along the way).

still need to iron out a few kinks(how did this start, how do they travel, how does it end, etc etc),, but like. it's been rotting in my brain ever since the idea first came to my head, so i figured i might as well share it here? in case anyone else's interested,, dkdnsksms.

ranboo's from a magical girl-like au!!! why? mostly because i thought the idea was fun,, ekenkssjks. tried my best to emulate an anime style into the design, 'm hoping it came across? i've been imagining, if this au were animated like spiderverse,, they'd look a lot like how peni parker was animated,, dkdmskdm. you'll never guess what his magical girl form is themed on /lh.

tommy, as you can prolly tell, is from a royalty au! youngest prince of the antarctic empire,,, design is slightly based on some fanart i saw on reddit, by someone called em0kii, i believe? i say slightly because i only thought to search up "antarctic empire fanart" for inspo after i was done with the lineart,, and by that time it was too late for me to change it to something that better fit the cold environment the kingdom's based on(and by too late i mostly mean i was lazy),,, dkdjskj. still, though, i'm pretty happy with it!

and then there's tubbo! he's from a post-apocalyptic au B]. not one with zombies,, but... idk, maybe something exploded? haven't thought too hard about the cause, but just know that his world is in a not good shape. i'm sure it's fine tho. my main thoughts when drawing him were to make him less colorful and saturated than the other two,, since his universe is a bit darker than theirs,,,, and to make him look a little intimidating(big coat, goggles, scarf, lots of sharp edges, plaid). after all, if you're a 5' something teen in the apocalypse, living all on your own– you wanna try and make yourself look as big as possible to try and ward off as many threats as you can. and if that doesn't work, you can always just hit 'em with a bat.

bonus doodle under the cut:

tfw you wake up in the middle of a forest, with no memory of getting there, with two weirdly dressed strangers right there beside you. like. what the fuck.

#my art #shattered reflections au #dream smp #ranboo #ranboo fanart #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #tubbo #tubbo fanart #if you like this i would really appreciate it if you rbed it;; and/or tell me your thoughts 👉👈 #i have a lot of ideas for it that i'd love to share! #mostly holding back to see if there's any interest for it; first;; wouldn't wanna just shout into the void;; kdkmdkdmd #also honestly. no clue why i chose to make tubbo's jacket plaid #it felt empty and i guess that was the first thing i came up with to fill the space #i have wayyy too many wips on hand to try and focus on a full multi-chap for this #(plus i don't have a full plan for this au yet; anyway) #but i am tempted to maybe do a couple oneshots; if i ever get the motivation/inspiration #so if anyone here is interested in that;; let me know;; sksnksnsks #anyway– hope you guys enjoyed!!! take a cookie -> 🍪

[moltengoldveins]

hi yes my brain is actually entirely rotted away, Beeduo and Philza/Mumza (see edit: Missa, actually) but it’s Hadestown and Technoblade is Hermes actually. Like Ranboo as Orpheus. Tubbo as Eurydice. Philza as Rose’s son, the god of spring and architecture, but specifically architecture designed for beauty, for the betterment of the soul. Techno watches his oldest and best friends’ marriage slowly crumble, and when he sees the son of a muse slowly start to ‘remember’ his friends’ old love song, he guides him towards maybe one day finishing it, fixing the world. Ranboo’s memory problems being the crux of his forgetting Tubbo, and driving Tubbo to turn to Death for solace. The Fates are either the Dreams (XD, Drista, and Mexican Dream, obv) or maybe the Chat? I feel like it’d be better to have us as Chat instead, because the audience is always a participant in live theatre. Techno advising Ranboo on how to get to Hadestown “the meanest dog you’ll ever meet, he ain’t the hound dog in the street,”/“violence is the only universal language.” This makes sense in my head I promise. Hadestown as Lady Death’s attempt to connect with her husband’s interests, but shes fundamentally misunderstood the Purpose of architecture, focused on cheap materials and fast results as opposed to craftsmanship. Ranboo fighting his way to stand at lady Death’s feet and we all worry he’s about to forget his song, but instead he remembers. The Walk Back. Tubbo using his last breath of air on this earth to forgive Ranboo for looking back. Techno being the one to tell us why we sing the song again, even though it ends sadly. Do you see what I’m getting at here? Am I talking nonsense or does this make sense?

edit: I’m an IDIOT. MISSA. MISSA IS HADES. Here I am thinking ‘dang, this really just doesn’t fit with Miumza’s vibe well and I’m kinda struggling to make this dynamic work- DUH. DEATH FAMILY.

#molten rambles #technoblade #mcyt #philza #ranboo #tubbo #hadestown