#tw ranboo's tear burns

[sunlitmcgee]

For the prompt list: How abt “You’re a bad liar did you know?” for beeduo?

Prompt 27: You're a bad liar, did you know? This ended up being much bigger than I first expected. It is honestly important enough to be it's own AO3 one-shot, but for now I'm going to put it here, and for now I will only say that this is completely and 100% canon to HWHBH and is part of the current timeline. TWs include mentions of abuse/self-esteem issues, descriptions of burns/minor injury, themes of guilt/regret/self-blame, as well as general mental illness and trauma type things.

 “Did you remember to pick up those chips like I asked?”

 “Er, which chips?”

 “The plain potato Lay’s. The ones in the yellow bag over by the junkfood and right next to the wavy reds. Michael’s been eating them lately and I wanted to get some more before we ran out.”

 “I…I think I might’ve gotten those…?”

 “It’s alright if you forgot. I can go out and get some tomorrow before I head into town. It’s no trouble.”

 Ranboo gave a relieved sigh over by the cluttered kitchen table. A proper mound of plastic bags covered the wooden tabletop. Each one was a dull gray-white and was utterly stuffed with all manner of grocery store pilferings. Tubbo was in front of the fridge and was busy sorting out the greens and a few bags full of fresh vegetables.

 He tucked away a couple of deep green bell peppers before he turned to look back at his husband, who was frowning down at a half-ripened pear like it’d just sullied his mothers’ names along with his father’s taste in music.

 “Ranboo?” Tubbo said softly, concerned and fretting over his beloved’s sullen demeanor. “Is something wrong?”

 Ranboo shook his head and placed the pear into a large wooden bowl. “No.” He said while he slid it across the table to bring it closer to his current bag. “It’s nothing. I’m okay.”

 Tubbo closed the fridge quickly and moved to face him all the way.

 “You’re lying.” He said sharply.

 “I’m fine, Bee.” Ranboo ducked away from Tubbo’s eyes and tried to focus on another pear. His claws were long enough to wrap around the lumpy yellow fruit several times over, and as he picked it up to drop it into the bowl with the rest of the fruit, Tubbo saw a few of his sharpened nails puncture through the ripened flesh and draw out a thin trickle of juice.

 He saw Ranboo wince when it stung his scales a little.

 His chest began to warm as he furrowed his brow and crossed his scaly blue arms, tapped his foot a few times to get the other teen’s attention, then gave a smoky huff when he finally looked back.

 “You’re a terrible liar. Did you know that?”

 Ranboo’s face was sad as his ears drooped. Tubbo sighed, this time in a trail of rose-scented reddish mist that floated in thick ribbons behind him as he walked over around the table and came to his partner’s side. Ranboo blinked when he turned to look down at him, then yelped, high and frail and startled, as he was unceremoniously hoisted off of the tiled floor and into Tubbo’s iron-grip hold.

 Tubbo stood still while Ranboo struggled in his talons.

 He held him like you would a newborn baby, strong yet safe against his chest, arms wrapped tightly around the taller teen as Ranboo worried with where to put his arms while his long legs tensed and closed in around his crinkled undershirt.

 Eventually he decided to fling one arm over Tubbo’s shoulders and gripped the one on the opposite side of his head from where his was propped up into the air. His other hung loosely off to the side and was limp as a dead fish.

 A tired sigh left the ender hybrid while Tubbo regarded him patiently.

 “Bee?” Ranboo said eventually.

 “Boo?” Tubbo replied without changing his neutral expression.

 “Why?”

 Ranboo just gestured at their current position with a limp, lazy talon. He looked back down at Tubbo in time to see the shorter boy shrug.

 “I dunno. Why aren’t you telling me what exactly is the matter so I can try and set things straight?” His smoke turned faintly gray-green as his lashes fluttered in front of his eyes. Both shone a pale azure that was faded at the edges.

 “Don’t wanna.” Ranboo’s response was childish and irritably endearing. Tubbo cursed the day he discovered he loved men thanks to this idiot’s pretty eyes and aloof yet dapper charm.

 He rolled his eyes and focused them back on his husband’s.

 “Do you not want to talk about it because it’s something bad bad, or because it’s just a bit heavy and you feel stupid about being worried over it?”

 A hint of starlight caught in Ranboo’s eyes. It was night outside the mansion and the sky was visible through a nearby arched window. Specks of silver twinkled in Ranboo’s eyes, one with a rudied shine, and the other with a deep glow that reminded him of the forests he’d wandered through when he was still a young boy.

 I’m still young. Just like treasure. Just like my mate.

 Tubbo reminded himself of that important factoid while he waited for Ranboo to respond. Ranboo did so after a moment of deep thinking.

 “...I’m trying to get motivated to tell my parents about things…”

 There was a shift in the air as soon as the words left his lips. Tubbo felt it and shifted his weight to account for his husband’s gradually shrinking posture, bowed head and tensed shoulders certainly not withstanding.

 He kept his voice quiet. Ranboo never did like when they spoke on this subject too loudly. He didn’t want Michael to hear and get his hopes up.

 “Do you want to do it quite yet?” Tubbo asked while he swayed slowly to the side. “We’ve still got to get those extra bedrooms fixed in. Do you want to make a trip over to see Foolish and talk things out with him? I can clear my schedule if that’s what you want to do.”

 He saw Ranboo consider it while his bottom lip pouted. “...no. Not yet.”

 “Not yet to the rooms or not yet to the letter?” Tubbo knew he had to check to figure out what Ranboo meant. Ranboo sometimes struggled when it came to saying things clearly. And that was alright.

 “No to the letter.” Ranboo elaborated while nodding his head. “I don’t wanna bring them here yet. Not until we’ve got the rooms and tell Mikey so he doesn’t get freaked out when a bunch of people show up wanting to meet him. He doesn’t do surprises well, remember?”

 The brief, slightly painful memory of the time Fundy dropped in to say hello came to Tubbo. It made him frown from immense sadness(as well as a brief hint of instinct-induced fury) when he recalled how frightened his son had been of the fox hybrid. It wasn’t Fundy’s fault that his teeth were so pointy, but it didn’t mean that Tubbo wasn’t going to not put his child’s well-being first and not politely ask Fundy to leave before the boy got upset any further. He felt terrible while he watched the young man go.

 I’ve really got to check up on the guy. He’s been out of it since things went wrong with Wilbur.

 A faint bit of rage swelled up when he thought of that bastard’s filthy name.

 It shimmered down and dwindled once he took a second to breathe.

 The smoke from his lips was a deep bruised plum as he sighed in front of Ranboo’s chest, the taste that of purple raspberries mixed with honey and sour, rotten limes.

 “Yeah. I remember. I can tell him about it sometime, or we can do it together if he has any questions. He probably will. Do you think we should tell tre-pardon. Do you think that we should tell Tommy before we send any letters out?”

 This time when the air shifted, it was to something lighter and vaguely warmish. Ranboo’s ears twitched as if to perk, but his eyes remained transfixed onto his talons, which were busy with fiddling with his silver ring where it sat on his right ebony claw.

 He hummed thoughtfully. “Hmm…yeah. I think so.” 

 Tubbo nodded before Ranboo spoke again.

 “I’d kinda…” Then he didn’t.

 “Kind of?” Tubbo urged gently.

 “Nothing.” Ranboo’s eyes fled as he ducked his head once again. He was just so shy, even after everything. It still made Tubbo want to wrap him up in silk and hide him away from the world. Doubly so now that he had a head full of dragon brains that screamed out and demanded that he comfort his precious mate.

 Tubbo’s mouth stretched into a slight smile as he brought a hand up to cup Ranboo by the cheek. Ranboo flinched when his weight was shifted a little. He relaxed after a second and slowly settled, then glanced at Tubbo, saw him nod in unspoken reassurance, and then leaned into the touch and allowed himself to be treated kindly.

 They both stayed like that, just for a little while.

 Tubbo waited for Ranboo to speak and finish the thought wholly on his own terms.

 “I’d…I’d just hoped, sorta, maybe, just a teeny little bit…that Tommy would be here with us. With us and married to us…by the time you guys got to meet my parents.” His smile was a sad one, but his eyes were happy as he curled in and bowed his head until his chin was against his chest. “That’s all. That’s all I wanted to say.”

 Tubbo didn’t have wings yet, but if he did, he knew they’d be drooping in the way Tommy’s did whenever he was disappointed. He felt an affectionate coo warble inside of him as his shoulders slumped to hold Ranboo a bit more tightly.

 “Oh, I know.” He breathed while looking his love in the eyes. “I know sweetheart. And I’m sorry that hasn’t happened yet.”

 There was a moment when they just shared their pain.

 “He’s just so dang perfect.”

 “He is.”

 “He’s perfect and I just wanna have him here like this so darn badly.”

 “I know, I know. I do too. I really do. More than anything.”

 “It hurts that he doesn’t realize how much we love him.”

 “We tell him everyday.”

 “But he still doesn’t believe it.”

 “No. He’s just been taught he’s not allowed to. You know how he is. He’s been…what’s the word…conditioned? That right?”

 “Yeah. Conditioned. Conditioned to think that nobody cares and that nobody loves him. That sick ⎎⎍☊☍⟒⍀ made him feel that way when he was in exile. A-and I was there! A-a-and I didn’t do anything to…to…”

 They stopped when Ranboo’s cheeks started to quietly sizzle. 

 Tubbo carried him over to an empty chair so he could fetch some ointment and a dry washcloth. Ranboo sat there slumped and whimpering while he rushed to get the supplies, and while they waited for the tears to stop while he had the ointment pressed to either cheek, they carried on and spoke just as they had been.

 “Do you think he’s still angry at us?” Ranboo asked while his eyes both twitched.

 “No.” Tubbo answered, sad and guilt-ridden. “He isn’t. Not like he used to be. He’s probably pressed all that anger down or let it go. He’s done that so much since he got back from the prison. Since around Pogtopia, really, but exile was the worst for it.”

 Tubbo leaned back against the counter. Ranboo nodded and sniffled silently.

 “He’s too tired to be upset.” He said weakly.

 “He’s too scared and has never been allowed to be.”

 “He should be. He should be upset.”

 “I know. But he isn’t. He’s happy and he’s happy to be near us. We just need to accept that he’s never going to resent us like he damn well should and not look an angel in the halo.”

 Ranboo didn’t say anything, but it was clear he wanted to. Instead he only sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

 “Maybe we can propose after my family’s left?” He offered with a shrug.

 “Don’t you want them to be here for our wedding?” Tubbo kept his tone light so it didn’t come off as too aggressive. He watched Ranboo struggle and saw that he had failed.

 “I do!” Ranboo bleated while he looked back at his husband, eyes wide and voice higher pitched than usual. “I do, I really really do. I do want them to be here. I just don’t want them being here to make Tommy feel all stressed and like he has to marry us, or else they’ll all get upset and he’ll feel horrible about it forever. You know how he is! He’s sensitive!”

 Ranboo threw one claw in the air to demonstrate his distress. The cloth that was pressed there slid down a little and started to fall. Tubbo held it up for him until he could hold onto it again, then pulled back while nodding his head and agreeing in earnest.

 “I know! I know.” 

 He sighed.  

 “I know…”

 Tubbo wrapped his arms around the trembling enderian, instincts on high blast as Ranboo mewled and clung to him dearly. It was just so much. He was so tall yet so small; his mate, his beloved, his darling Boo. His Rannie. His sweetheart.

 Protect, protect, protect, his draconic brain hissed while the flames covered his brain. Protect mate, protect babies, protect your treasure and tear the accursed world to bloody bits if it ever even dares to come in too closely. 

 The smoke from his ears was a thick and ugly plum.

 It was deep black with a sickly greenish tinge.

 It smelled like cactus fruit mixed with some sharp with a little bit of twang. A bitter aftertaste crept on his tongue from the back of his boiling hot esophagus.

 Cold thoughts, Tubbo Underscore. Think about the sea. Think about the sky. Think about Tommy’s face and how cute he is when he smiles.

 The fire rose up and refused to back down. Tubbo had to physically swallow it before it could get up any higher. His throat burned where the hot liquid bubbled up, but he managed soon enough without too much more difficulties , and was soon cooled down enough to think and to be tired from this whole conversion.

 Puffy’s going to give us an earful if she hears about this.

 They sat in silence. The fridge hummed to fill the void. They really needed to get all this shit put away before it all began to spoil.

 “Do you want to talk more about this in the morning?” Tubbo finally offered as he moved to pull back slightly.

 “Please.” Ranboo begged in a quick, desperate sigh.

 “Alright dear. We’ll sleep on it ‘til morning.” Tubbo offered his hands to help the enderian to his feet. Ranboo kept both rags handy on the sink in case he needed them again. 

 “Let’s get these all put up and then head up for sleep, alright?”

 Tubbo blinked and saw Ranboo straighten up and gingerly nod his head.

"Okay. Let's get to it, dear beloved."

#HWHBH #drabbles #hwhbh!beeduo #hwhbh!tubbo #hwhbh!ranboo #tw abuse mention #tw violence mention #tw minor injury #tw ranboo's tear burns #idk how else to trigger for that lol :")

[mollish-art]

mmmmm. How about cranboo and Tubbo (if you have any) and then just regular Minecraft/dsmp worldbuilding?

Omg I have so many headcanons for them it's been so long since I've had the excuse to talk about old beeduo on main lmao - they used to mean so much to me! Anywho - let's dive in :)

TW: burn scars, blood, long post, beeduo I guess

I took the popular fanon design of c!Tubbo as a faun/goat hybrid critter and RAN with it. I wanted him to come across with a similar vibe to an LOTR dwarf, if that makes sense: short but strong, capable of great warmth to friends he keeps close and great coldness to the enemies he keeps even closer.

Of course, he has his iconic burn from the firework explosion that marred half of his face, blinding him in one eye and causing him to lose several of his fingers.

He keeps his platonic engagement ring on his horn, both as a decoration, and as a promise to the world that happiness can still be found even in the darkest times.

c!Ranboo keeps his ring on his finger, however.

c!Ranboo's design is probably my most iconic and well-known, by a mile. I originally actually envisioned him to look more like the Cherubs from Homestuck, but as time passed his design changed to be more fae-like, and 'Mooseboo' was born.

When it comes to his general demeanor, c!Ranboo would always hunch himself over and keep his tail close to himself in order to try to appear smaller and less menacing. Despite being incredibly tall and quite physically powerful, he mastered the art of looking like a lost puppy.

The gold and gems from his MC skin's crown I incorporated into the 'Mooseboo' design via his antlers, which are gilded and decorated with gems and Ender eye stones. Some more headcanons I have about the antlers: during Christmas time, Michael would climb up onto Ranboo's shoulders and decorate his antlers with lights and tinsel! Just like a regular moose, he does shed his antlers annually. He would normally choose just dispose of them, but Tubbo likes to keep them on display in the mansion (they are covered in gold, after all!).

I further deviated from his canon design by giving him teal blood (as that's what color Ender eyes are) as opposed to red and green.

Another design difference is his facial markings. Instead of interpreting the grey spots on his MC skin as tear scars, I interpreted them as his own natural facial markings!

One other random headcanon I have is that while c!Ranboo is a capable warrior, he does not like to kill if he doesn't have to. As such, I always loved the idea of him using a bo staff to incapacitate or knock out enemies, rather than a sword or axe to fatally stab/cut them.

As for Ghostboo, I really leaned into the idea that the character really was just c!Ranboo's walking corpse, so I designed him to look emaciated and zombie-like (at this point I had started to draw c!Ranboo with his di-colored blood as opposed to my classic teal).

When going into the Enderwalk mode, Ranboo would take on a more menacing appearance. His antlers and limbs would seem to grow, his complexion would darken, and his eyes and mouth would glow purple.

If you haven't seen them yet, I'd recommend checking out my two beeduo-centric animatics, both exploring some plot-variant ideas!

But yeah! That's a bunch of stuff that just came to mind. If you have any further questions about my designs (either for these two characters or any others), just ask!

#dsmp #myart #old beeduo jumpscare

[the-sand-guardian]

Chapter 1: The Survival of the Three

Still Feel - Generation Loss

After the events of Generation loss, you'd think that The Hero had at least somewhat peacefully passed on, leaving Showfall to continue their quest for entertainment. However, somehow, the box doesn't kill him, at least not yet.

This is the extended version of a oneshot up on my account under the same name. For the TDLR version, look there.

CW/TW// Graphic depictions of violence, major character death, blood, extreme injury, described gore, and ofc GenLoss SpoilersKeep reading

It was no use even fighting anymore. Ranboo had stopped thrashing against their restraints long ago and now just waited for the release of death, or at least to be put back into a sleep-like state and too numb to realize they were back in the show. The room they were in was hot from all of the monitors and wires. Even those strapped around his wrists were burning hot and digging into his skin unpleasantly. They let pained wails fall from their mouth whilst they waited on the audience to make their decision, crossing their fingers in a silent prayer that death was waiting on them. His wrists ached not unlike their legs, which threatened to buckle beneath them in what was sure to be only more pain. 

They writhed for a second more as Hetch, someone he had considered a friend, who he had laid his freedom in the hands of, asked them to make one final plea to whatever sick fucks continued to watch their agony. 

“JUST LET ME DIE!” Ranboo wept, making eye contact with the camera shoved in their face. They let their eyes shut as they cried, memories of home flooding back into their head. They missed their home. A pit welled in their stomach as they thought about the family they vaguely remembered looking for them but only ever finding some beaten and bloodied corpse. Ranboo wondered if there would ever be closure for those people they barely knew, or if they would be fully disposed of and thrown away like a broken toy. Finally, after what they probably would have said was eons, Hetch’s voice returned. 

“The audience has chosen…” He began, his voice lilting a bit cockily. “For you to die!” His voice rose a bit more, almost eager to watch the death of the person that he himself had cultivated. 

Ranboo leaned their head back and let out a breath of relief, tears still streaming down their face and mingling with the abrasions they had gotten when their mask had broken. Hetch fell silent once more as the box slammed shut onto Ranboo’s face, piercing through their skin with a horrible sting. Hetch’s microphone clicked off and the hot room was still, though only for a moment. A warmth ran down Ranboo’s neck and onto his shoulders. The spikes that impaled their face held their muscles mostly still but their brows furrowed as they continued to cry, honestly surprised that they hadn’t yet died. Their knees finally gave way under them and they remained suspended only by the wires painfully boring into their skin. 

Tears mixed with the blood that spilled from their face, causing an unpleasant sting to make them even more aware of the box lodged into them. Their whole body shook painfully as a high-pitched whine reverberated through their entire head.

Pain. 

Pain was real. Pain was more than just agony and hurt and misery. Pain, at least to Ranboo, was freedom. Freedom from Showfall, and worrying and watching everyone he loved die over and over again. They held onto it and forced themself to stand up and kick at the wall behind them, just trying to make any noise they could. They parted their lips a bit but found themself unable to even scream. Their kicks sounded like dull thuds to them, though it could have been the box or panic dulling any sound they may hear. 

They pulled their head back as far as it would go but they remained unable to pry themself from its spikes. He tried to pull himself from the wall with what little remaining strength he had, only causing the wires to tighten more and certainly make the burns they had much much worse. A small squeak forced its way from his throat. 

They panted a bit and just cried. They were nineteen years old. Practically still a kid, and yet they were going to die cold and alone and afraid. They let their mind wander to the friends that were surely put into the next show by now. There was no way Ethan, Vinny, Niki, or anyone else could know what the truth was. Perhaps the only people that could even hope to break free were dead, as Charlie almost surely was. He could only assume that Security had all but shredded him by the time he had hit the kill switch, and they only vaguely remembered taking their bow. 

If they were lucky, maybe Sneeg had been left alive, but they couldn’t find themself even hoping he was, for death was certainly the preferable alternative. Becoming The Hero was a curse, not a blessing. Charlie and Sneeg were better off dead than Heroes. The few memories he had made with them flashed by with the terrible overture of that awful ringing sound. 

They balled their hand into a fist and furrowed his brow tighter, wanting to pray for forgiveness, but also for his friends to be able to join him in death, or for their deaths to be faster than theirs was. Their brain became foggier as they struggled to hold on. Their mouth forced out the shapes of The Lord’s Prayer. 

Silently, they mouthed: “Our father, who art in Heaven-” before stopping at the sound of footsteps. He wasn’t sure if what he heard was real or just his delirious state. They clung to the sound regardless. The soft tapping of shoes grew louder and the distant sound of voices drew much nearer. They strained a bit to listen to them through the soft whine in their ears. 

“They have to be this way! I watched them get pulled through here!” Charlie. That was Charlie’s voice. It shook terribly, and Ranboo could only assume that he was crying. What had sounded like one pair of footsteps fell into two. They hoped the second set was some sort of emergency personnel. “They’re hurt- I can just tell- Hurry!” His voice grew more frantic than it already was. 

“Charlie- Charlie wait-” Sneegsnag’s voice joined him. Both sets of footsteps stopped, though one took longer than the other. “Charlie- No, look at me. What are you going to do if we get there and he’s already..?” 

There was an almost inaudible sniffle before Charlie’s voice returned. “He’s not! But if you keep fucking stopping us he will be! So please, keep your fucking feet moving!” He must have started walking again.

After a moment, Sneeg’s footsteps joined Charlie’s again. Ranboo’s body went limp as they focused their energy on just surviving until the two found him. They contorted their face and tried to yell but the pain quickly became unbearable. Finally, both footsteps drew close and stopped. 

A soft thud echoed throughout the room as one man hit the floor. Charlie’s sobs shook his entire body, but still he rose up and began to untie the wires from one of Ranboo’s wrists. “They’re burned, you have to help-” He forced out. Shortly, both wrists were freed and Ranboo was laid on their back.

The spikes lodged into their skin slowly slid from their face, and what little vision they had became hazier. Their heart rate slowed despite the nervousness that had begun to set in. Somewhere along the way, their apathy to dying had shifted into a desperate fight for survival. A heinous squeaking sound made itself known on the outside of the box as their breaths picked up. 

“Sneeg, Sneeg they’re alive- They’re breathing-'' Charlie tugged on the box more as the darkness around Ranboo began to spin. A beam of light poked its way into the box as Charlie wrenched it open. Ranboo’s eyes were filled with blood and practically useless, but they tried to make out the silhouette of his rescuers. “I need you to stay awake for me, can you do that?” Charlie asked, sitting up the boy before pulling them to their feet and wrapping one of their arms around his shoulder. Sneeg took the other arm and leaned Ranboo’s head back, their body completely limp at this point. 

Charlie took Ranboo’s hand as both men hauled Ranboo out of the building. Surprisingly, very few staff was out and about, a sure sign that another show was underway. They burst out of the mall, the hot sun beating down on Ranboo’s face as the remnants of their mask had now fallen away. They let out a small sound of relief before Charlie reminded them they had to remain awake just a bit longer. Their body continued to shake badly and their breaths were quick and shallow, but they were alive and awake. 

Ranboo’s friends lugged them to the first building they could find, where they phoned 911 as quickly as possible. Sneeg had to be the one to speak as Charlie had broken down crying too much to force anything out. Finally, Ranboo was loaded onto a stretcher as various EMT’s began to tend to them. A medley of beeping machines filled Ranboo’s ears as they were hooked up to a few to check their vital signs, none of which were looking great. The beeping machines soon became indistinguishable from their ringing ears.

“Wait! Wait!” Charlie yelled, though Ranboo was beginning to feel the painkillers they had been administered. “You have to let me go with him, I’m not that injured please-” He spat quickly over the hushed murmurs of blood loss. 

“We can’t do that unless you’re immediate family. He’s going to need surgery as soon as possible,” One medic spoke to him as another’s voice blended with it, confusing the patient even further over some sort of blood transfusion. 

“I’m his brother, let me in-” His voice came closer, mixing with all the others and causing a spike in Boo’s respiratory rate. 

“Sir, please-” The medic began. 

“I’m his brother, I have to stay with him.” The EMT quieted as Charlie’s hand found Ranboo’s again. “It’s gonna be ok, you’re safe now. Sneegs’s fine, they’ll bandage me up here once you’ve stopped bleeding. Fuck, you should see me dude,” Charlie spoke softly as he tried to comfort the other, his voice not stopping until Ranboo could no longer perceive it. 

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AN: Hello! I decided i was actually gonna sit my ass down and write again after being MIA forever. I have a new special interest to I figured I'd create some self-indulgent Genloss stuff cause why not. I'm still debating the ending of this though but idk. Don't expect weekly updates, I'm stupid and hate everything I've ever written. That being said, replies, reblogs, and likes are appreciated!!

#generation loss #genloss #genloss fic #generation loss fanfic #generation loss fic #ranboo generation loss #gl!ranboo #gl!sneeg #gl!slimecicle #gl!charlie #!glsneegsnag #angst #hurt/comfort #fanfic #they're brothers #they're brothers your honor #gl!ranboo lives #gl!slimecicle lives #gl!sneeg lives #still feel #still feel fic #still feel genloss

[astrowillscreamintothevoid]

DREAM SMP ANGST

So this is my best piece of writing for a roleplay I’m doing and it’s very angsty

Anyways here you go

(TW: CHARACTER DEATH, TORTURE, CHARACTER GOING INSANE)

Wilbur pulled Ranboo down a bit and placed to sword at their throat “*Tommy*.” He interrupted, sharply, coldly. “Would you like to repeat yourself or do I have to split your friend in two? L’Manburg is freedom, Tommy! Freedom from Dream! And what are you doing? Siding with *him*, we fought for our country to even be recognised. And now! Who was once so *high and mighty* is at *my* mercy. We can do whatever we want now, Tommy! We can be gods!” His face spread into a sadistic smile. “Freedom for those who choose to be on our side, *the right side.*” he shoved a shock rod into Ranboo’s side, with the excitement of a child who learned they could rip the wings off of flies, or discovered they could burn ants with just a single magnifying glass.

Ranboo screamed and Wilbur let go, they fell to their knees in pain, holding their side.

Michael ran forward and patted Ranboo’s shoulder gently “Boo. Boo is okay! Is okay!” He tried to comfort, tears welling up in his eye. “Boo! Is gonna be okay!”

Ranboo smiled at Michael and cupped the boys face in his hands “Yeah. Yeah of course it’s gonna be okay. Just gotta deal with Wilbur.”

Michael ran in front of Ranboo and stood defensively in front of them. “No more hurt! No more hurt Boo!”

Wilbur smiled more, pulling out his sword again. “Oh, if you insist. I’d hate for your wishes to go unanswered for.” He stepped forward.

Michael stood bravely between Ranboo and Wilbur, arms outstretched with a determined look on his face. “No more hurt Boo!” He demanded as Wilbur got closer, he stood strong, bravely in front of Ranboo.

And that was when time seemed to go in slow motion, or maybe it was in slow motion.

Nobody could tell.

But as Michael stood there, protectively, bravely, heroically in front of his parent, Wilbur’s sword thrust his sword forward. Ranboo pulled Michael away a second too late, the sword hit the small boy in the side, cutting through his skin. Cutting through the fabric.

The first blood had been shed.

The first drop of blood to fall on the battlefield was that of a child.

Ranboo held Michael close as the boy was bleeding, Michael looked up, smiling a bit at Ranboo “Did…Did I do….good?” They nodded quickly, tears running down their face “You did amazing, you’re so brave Michael, just stay here. Just stay with me, okay?” Micheal smiled and let out a soft ‘oink’. “So…so I…did good…?” Ranboo nodded again “Yes, oh god, yes Michael. You did wonderfully. Please just keep your eye open okay? Can you do that for me? Please?” Michael coughed and curled up in Ranboo’s arms a bit “O…Okay.” Ranboo brushed a strand of hair away from Michael’s face. “You’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be fine, alright? Everything’s gonna be alright, okay?” Michael nodded slowly, his hands clutching Ranboo’s shirt “Boo…Ichael did…good right? You…proud…of…me?” “Of course. Of course I am Michael. I’m very proud. You’re very brave.” Ranboo said, tears running down their cheeks faster and faster.

Michael gripped Ranboo’s shirt tighter “I…I don’t wanna go, Boo.” Ranboo sniffled, shaking his head “You’re not going anywhere. It’s…it’s okay. Just stay here with me, Michael…just-..” Michael’s grip on their shirt loosened “-Stay-…” his hands fell away from their shirt. “-…here.” Ranboo clutched his child tightly, shaking him a bit “Michael? MichaEL!? MICHAEL!” They held Michael close, sobbing and shaking the boy.

Silence had fallen among the troops as Ranboo held Michael close, as they cried.

The silence was broken by Wilbur’s laughter.

This man.

This man had just killed a child.

And was laughing.

He was laughing.

#dream smp #angst #dream smp angst #micheal underscore beloved #ranboo underscore beloved #wilbur dream smp #ranboo dream smp #michael dream smp #wilbur soot #dream smp au

[willowtailcr]

cDiscTober Prompt #1

"Best Friend"

TWs: Abuse, manipulation, arrow wounds

Tommy coughs as he drags himself out of the saltwater onto Logstedshire's beach. The sand digs into his burns, nearly prompting tears to come to his eyes, besides the ones from sea water. But Tommy's used to the sting and fights the urge to cry out, instead using what little energy he has to cough up water.

Focusing on clearing his lungs, he barely notices the nether portal activate and the familiar footsteps coming towards him.

"Woah, what happened to you?" Dream says, sounding concerned. Tommy flinches back for a moment before realizing what Dream wants and stands up.

"S'nothing, really," he mumbles, taking off his armor. "Just woke up in the sea again." He doesn't want his friend to worry about something he can't do anything about.

Dream digs out a hole, and Tommy ignores the little part of him screaming that this is wrong. Dream is his friend. He drops his items in, lighting the TNT. The explosion sends out a wave of heat and Tommy hisses as his day-old burns grow fresh again.

"Gotta stand back if you don't want to get hurt."

"I know."

"So, what do you want to do today?"

"Thought I'd go mining, could use some extra ores these days." Tommy tries not to sound bitter about his armor, but judging by Dream's head tilt he's pretty sure he failed.

"Well, let's go then. I haven't got all day." He turns toward the mines, not mentioning Tommy's tone, and Tommy internally sighs in relief.

---

There isn't much ore readily available in the entrance now, especially since Tommy regularly comes here for iron. So the two travel down the cramped hallway, making the usual small talk.

"How's L'Manberg?"

"They're doing great, I've heard Tubbo and Ranboo are getting closer."

Tommy tries to ignore the pang in his chest at the words. Of course Tubbo would be hanging out with other people while Tommy's gone, it'd be unfair if Tommy was his only friend.

Although Tubbo probably doesn't even think of Tommy as a friend anymore. Tommy did fuck everything up for L'Manberg, it makes sense. But it's okay, Dream is his friend and he doesn't need Tubbo anyway. It's fine.

Soon they reach where Tommy last dug, and he quickly crafts a pickaxe with some stone.

"You good?" Dream says. "You've been quiet for a while now."

"Just thinking about L'Manberg," Tommy replies absently, swinging his pickaxe into the stone. "I know they don't want me back," he says before Dream can. "I just… miss it."

He swings again, and the stone wall breaks down, revealing the entrance to a cave.

"Well that was lucky," Dream remarks. "Let's see what's down here." They continue on.

Tommy checks his inventory. "I don't have torches."

"It's alright, I've got some." As Dream shuffles through his inventory, Tommy hears a familiar clatter of bones.

Before he can even react, a sharp pain explodes in his arm and he hisses, trying not to shout. Dream doesn't like that.

Searching his inventory, he sets down a crafting table and quickly tries to craft a sword, only to be interrupted by another arrow, this time in his back.

They're coming more quickly now, and Tommy mentally curses himself for being too pathetic to handle a fucking skeleton of all things.

Another arrow lodges itself in his side, and Tommy can't stop himself from crying out this time, dizzy from blood loss.

"Tommy?!" Tommy's halfway aware of Dream running over to the skeleton and killing it, but by now the pain is overwhelming enough that he falls over.

The world goes dark as he hears Dream call his name.

---

Tommy awakes to an aching side, and he looks over to see it bandaged. He tries to sit up, but pain shoots through him and his head is still foggy from that morning.

"Oh, you're awake," Dream says. Tommy looks over to see him sitting beside him. "You gave me quite the scare, I'm surprised you couldn't handle that skeleton by yourself."

Tommy looks down. "Yeah, I guess I just wasn't on my A game today."

Dream hands him a health potion. "Here." Tommy drinks it. His wounds begin to close, but the potion does nothing for the pounding exhaustion that makes him want to collapse.

"Thanks for saving me," Tommy says quietly. "I'd probably be dead if you weren't there." He hates it.

Dream smiles. "Oh, it's nothing, that's what best friends do."

"Wha- we're best friends?" There's no way Dream said that so casually, Tommy thinks.

"Sure. I mean, no one else is really visiting and L'Manberg is doing fine without you, so…" Dream leaves the rest unsaid.

"Best friends… I like that," Tommy says after a moment. He misses Dream's excited expression.

"Yeah. Best friends forever."

#this was really fun (and tiring) #hope you enjoy #dream smp #cdiscduo #discduo #ctommy #cdream #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #primeboys #abuse tw #tw manipulation #cdisctober #atti writes

[crystalsblogcorner]

Chapter three is out! Hope y'all enjoy!

Tw: blood, violence

Press here to read Chapter 2

Night one

Dream listens as tubbo closes the door to his room and walking down the stairs, waiting for his time to strike. After his younger brother is gone to eat dinner, he opens his door and closes it gently, trying to be as quiet as possible. After he got to tubbo's door he grabbed the doorknob, but hesitated before thinking, should I do this? He shook away the thoughts and urged himself to open the door slowly, letting the fun to begin     

Ranboo felt the flames heat touch his bare skin as he watched his fellow people scream, but nothing coming out of their mouths, their faces outlined in fiery red of the surrounding flames. He watched as his home was tore down to pieces right before his eyes, his friends and family being lost forever in the inferno. He stood there like we was rooted to the ground, unable to move as he watched his childhood be destroyed, his only home being lost in the ruthless habits of mankind. but as he watched the tiny houses burn to the ground, a human came out of the smoke, holding a lighter as he smiled at the helpless borrower, his hypnotizing yet familiar green eyes piercing through his soul. He feels his body go numb as he is pulled out of the dream, the distant opening of the door waking him up from his probably nightmare. He sits up from his blankets and briefly stretches before leaning out of his kennel before saying, "Tubbo?"  

 The figure stares at him before answering, "nope," as he walked closer to him, a sense of anxiety begins to run through his veins. As they got closer, he could see them a lot better, their hypnotic green eyes glowing in the shadowed room. Ranboos eyes go wide and he jumps out of his cage and runs across tubbos desk, but the intruder is faster than him, picking Ranboo up in one foul swoop into his giant clawed hand. They held ranboo close to his face, before asking, "know who I am now ranboo?," Ranboos eyes begin to wander before dream shakes him vigorously as he snaps, "Do you!?" Ranboo noticed the long slash across his nose bridge before realizing, it was dream, he was the one who destroyed his home. Ranboo's eyes widened as dream spoke, "and I remembered who you were when I first saw you in my house, now just a pet, a pest to my family."  Ranboo stayed silent, paralyzed with fear as dream spoke to him, his mind racing in circles as it tries to grasp the fact he is now living with the person that ruined his life. Ranboo squirmed under dream grasp, making dream squeeze harder around his torso, making ranboo wheeze under the pressure. Dream smiles as his talons stab into ranboos flesh, making dreams claws and Ranboo's clothing covered with his purplish luminescent blood. Ranboos instincts kick in and he immediately passes out, accidentally playing dead to trick his attacker. Dream chuckles as he holds the "lifeless" body of his brother's former pet, before laying him haphazardly on tubbos desk before hearing tubbo tell puffy he's coming up to his room, telling him it's time for him to leave. Dream steps out of the room as he whispers,"another one dead, how sad," before closing the room, leaving glowing blood-stained fingerprints of tubbos doorknob.       

  Tubbo walks up the stairs only moments after dream leaves, carrying a moderately tiny bowl of soup for ranboo, happy to have a new friend to talk to. As he got to his door, he noticed the weird glowing stains on his doorknob before realizing the faintest scent of fresh blood coming straight out of his room. His eyes go wide with panic, basically barging down the door. he steps into the room before laying eyes on Ranboo, his friend laying in his own blood. Tubbo drops the bowl, he ran over to ranboo, picking him up gently before yelling as he ranboo down the stairs, "MOM! Ranboos bleeding bad!"   

 Tubbo lays him on the kitchen counter in front of puffy, his eyes glossy with tears building up in the corners of his eyes. Puffy looks at ranboo before telling tubbo,"he's still breathing, but you need to get me some bandages and some cotton balls." tubbo immediately runs upstairs to the bathroom. Puffy looks at ranboo closer, lifting up his sweater to find claw stab wounds all on one side of his body before her thinking, dream.  

   Tubbo comes back with the supplies before asking through his sniffles,"is he going to be ok?"    

 "Yes, but all we can do is pray, and wait for him to wake up," puffy replies as she wraps ranboos wounds with bandages, using the cotton balls to clean up the excess blood, her eyes clouded with sadness.   

 Ranboo floats through the darkness of his mind, the feeling of his soal disconnecting from his body growing as he thought, i'm going to die. He feels a sense of belonging here as he floats aimlessly through the dark waters of his limbo, but the feeling of reality still grasping onto his life, not wanting to let go. Ranboo opens his eyes, taking in the darkness, but a light appears in front of him, just in arms reach. He grabs the shining ball of light and brings it toward him, taking in the warmth as it overpowers the cool void around him. As he hugs the single ball of energy, he feels his soul returning to his body as he grasps the only happiness he has at that single moment, before everything going blank. 

  Ranboo slowly opens his eyes, squinting as the shining light blinds him. He sits up slowly, wincing at the pain in his torso before looking down at himself, his ribs wrapped in bandages. He looks around the room, no one anywhere to be seen, but as he looks around the room the door slowly opens, revealing tubbo walking in. Tubbo looks at him and smiles excitedly before yelling for puffy, hearing puffy downstairs rushing up to his bedroom. ranboo smiles as tubbo and puffy walks into the room, the feeling of warmth coming back to him in waves. Tubbo kneels beside the desk, his eyes bloodshot partially, the scent of sadness radiating off him as he speaks, his voice hoarse, "i'm glad your ok ranboo, we were so worried," puffy nodding in the background, her eyes bloodshot as well. 

   A pang of sadness hits him as he thought to himself, im sorry.  Puffy kneels beside tubbo, before turning to ranboo and asks, her voice soft but cracked as her eyes meets his, "Ranboo, who did this to you?," he looks into his eyes before scoffing, the look in his eyes telling all she needs to know. puffy looks at tubbo then back to ranboo, her eyes going soft before her speaking, "i think you should get more rest ranboo, and tubbo how about you stay in here with him, ok?," tubbo nodding to her request. After a moment, puffy gets up and walks out of the room as she looks back and says," and tubbo, ranboos going to stay with you at all times for now on," her eyes locking with his before turning and walking out of the room. 

 Ranboo looks at tubbo, his eyes lined with dark circles and the lack of sleep showing off his face. Ranboos begins to feel worried before whispering to tubbo, "you should probable rest tubbo, you look awfully tired," tubbo looking at him and smiling softly.

  "Your right ranboo, thanks," tubbo says as he yawned,"and do you want to sleep with me, I don't roll around so it's safe." 

 "That would be nice," ranboo replied, letting tubbo pick him up gently, unlike the constricting pressure his brother gave him before he passed out. ranboo thought for a moment, how long was a passed out for? before asking tubbo as he laid on the bed, setting ranboo on his chest, "how long was a passed out for?"  

   "For about a week, me and mom thought you were never going to wake up," tubbo said as he looks up to the ceiling, "she said she knew who hurt you but she won't tell me."  

 And that's a good thing, ranboo thought as he laid down, tubbos warmth radiating into his own body. As both of them lay there, tubbo knocks out in moments, his chest rising and falling slowly. Ranboo sighed and looked up at the ceiling as tubbo slept, his breathing filling his ears as he laid there, his mind wandering but reaching back to the same place, the thing he lost so long ago, the warmth of a happy family.   

#Chapter 3 #Tw:blood #Tw Violence #Tw #dehumanization #Shifting bonds AU

[krisgoatpher]

tubbo's guide to being indestructible (or a guide to die quicker)

A COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE TO BEING GUIDELESS.

word count: 2.4k | TW: self harm, burning, caps, panic attack, emetophobia

CHAPTER ONE: BURNT FINGERS AND FERAL CATS

~~~

You start with the back of the tie facing away from you. The wide end will be on your right, the small end on the left. The very tip of the small end should rest close to your belly button—for Tubbo it hung a bit beyond that. Carefully, you pull the wide end to the left and tuck it underneath the small before pushing it over the top and back to the right. From there you pull it up through the neck, over the top, and through the loop. Pull to tighten enough that it won’t come unraveled in the middle of your next speech. Slide the knot up to adjust it so it isn’t suffocating you more than your thoughts already are. At the end of the day when you are finally alone, dead tired and wishing you were dead, you can finally pull the tie apart and drape it over the nearest surface so it’s ready for whatever “adventure” the two of you will go on together next. And a year later when you’re digging through your attic trying to find something to occupy the mind of your son, hold the silk tie you wore every day to speeches that always felt off and meetings where you didn’t speak more than a few words—and were talked over, anyway—and feel the beginnings of tears sting at the back of your eyes. And when your husband asks what’s wrong, say what you always do: “Nothing. Doesn’t matter.” When he tries to press, quietly walk out of the attic with ties draped over your arm. Walk down to the den and stare at the fireplace for much more time than you can spare before you finally spark it back to life. And watch the silk ties burn, curl into themselves and char and turn into a small bead on the logs that you wish you couldn’t notice. And even though tears are building, wipe your face and refuse to let them fall.

This is a guide on how to be indestructible.

~~~

Ranboo found Tubbo knelt in front of the fireplace in the den. They usually only struck a fire in the afternoon and it was still early morning—before Michael was supposed to be up, anyway. When Ranboo took that first step into the den the wooden floorboards creaked and Tubbo’s shoulders tensed.

“Um.” Ranboo cleared their throat. “Uh. Tubbo, are you—are you okay?”

Tubbo didn’t move. It almost looked like he wasn’t breathing. The hands that were planted on his knees began to grip at his slacks as if he had to hold on to stay attached. “Nothing’s wrong,” Tubbo hummed. And if it weren’t for every part of Tubbo’s body language screaming the exact opposite, Ranboo might’ve believed him; Tubbo sounded inexplicably… normal. “Nothing.”

“Tubbo—”

Tubbo’s hands weren’t on his knees anymore. They were shooting towards the fire, towards whatever Ranboo couldn’t see that Tubbo deposited in there. Ranboo rushed forward, but the instant Tubbo’s hands hit the flames he was jumping back, cursing. Tubbo scrambled all the way across the den until his back hit the wall and he jolted, slowly looking down at his hands.

“Tubbo,” Ranboo breathed, kneeling next to him. “Are you okay? Tubbo—”

Wordlessly, Tubbo stumbled to his feet. He leaned against the wall with his arm—the good one—and hissed, shaking his hands. He didn’t explain what was going through his mind, didn’t even spare a “nothing’s wrong” this time. He just shuffled into the kitchen and began to run water over his hands.

~~~

First things first; assess the damage. Tubbo didn’t actually get to reach into the fire—instinct took over the instant his skin began to feel hot. But the tips of his fingers were affected; first-degree burns on the fingertips of his left hand, nothing major on his right. He ran cool—not cold, cool—water over his skin. Ranboo was talking a mile a minute into his ear; Tubbo didn’t listen.

You assess the damage. Run water over the burns. Next step; bandages.

There were bandages tucked into basically every room of the house. Considering where they lived, this was a necessary precaution. Tubbo pulled out the bandages from underneath the sink with his palms and used his teeth to open the lid. This was a little�� dangerous. Pretty weird place to get a burn, anyway. Tubbo used his right hand to wrap bandages around each finger separately—just in case something came up, of course, in case he was put into danger again—and then broke the bandages off with his teeth again.

And that was it. For now, of course. Until the burn healed Tubbo would need to take the bandages off one or two times a day to apply ointment and keep the burn clean. There were pots upstairs that he could take to reduce the pain, some remedies that Niki taught him way back when that would help even more…

Someone had Tubbo by the shoulders.

“Tubbo.” Ranboo’s large eyes were staring down at their husband. “Tubbo. Are you okay?”

Assess the damage. Run water over the burns. Next step; bandages.

Tubbo shook Ranboo’s paws off his shoulders. And he walked out of the kitchen.

~~~

Everything has an order. This first, this second, this third, this dead last. Everything could be put together, so everything could be pulled apart. Shattered vases could be glued, flat tires could be taped, and broken mirrors could be pieced back together.

Tubbo broke a mirror in Manberg. He panicked so badly at the time he thought he was going to puke. He spent an entire afternoon piecing the mirror back together shard by shard, cutting the shit out of his hands in the process—but by the end it was good enough that someone heavily drunk would most likely not notice the cracks.

Cardboard boxes were stacked up to the ceiling in the attic. Ranboo left the stairs down, so it was easy for Tubbo to just climb right back up. Torch in one hand, bandages wrapped around the other, Tubbo tugged himself up into the dark.

MANBERG, one box read. Sharpie, really intensely squashed handwriting; trying to be as small as possible. L’MANBERG SUPPLIES. TUBBO STUFF. CLOTHS. NICK NACKS.

“Tubbo! Tubbo, wait—”

Tubbo reached behind him and pulled up the stairs. Now the attic was completely dark and Tubbo was completely alone.

Find the stupid fucking bear and get out. Tubbo took a deep breath. It was that easy. If only it was that easy.

Sorry bossman for freaking you out. I don’t know what’s wrong with me and I keep having nightmares and everything is going to freeking shit and I think every day is my last day on earth and I have a will written at seventeen freeking years old and you’re real sweet or whatnot but you can’t fix me because I can’t fix me. Sorry about that.

Tubbo kicked at the Manberg box. Fuckin’ hell.

Everything has an order. Everything has a place. Every box has a label, every label has a box. These things go here, these things go there. If you need to find something quickly it’s easy as long as everything is organized.

But. But. Things aren’t organized. Because at some point in time Tubbo stopped reading the labels and just threw things in the closest box. Because at some point in time people found a random box sitting outside of a house and rifled through it for whatever they wanted and left all their trash behind. Because at some point in time people didn’t fucking care and at some point in time Tubbo didn’t fucking care and at some point in time Tubbo stuffed a bunch of overflowing boxes into an attic he thought he’d never use and he stopped going through the boxes because when he stared too long at some of them he started to taste blood and he felt his face burn and he felt lost and scared and fucking confused. Freeking confused.

“TUBBO.” The shouting was muffled through the floor. “TUBBO, IF YOU DON’T SEND DOWN THE STAIRS I’LL… WELL, I CAN JUST REACH THEM MYSELF TO PULL THEM DOWN BUT I’M GIVING YOU THE OPTION TO DO IT YOURSELF.”

Find the fucking bear before your husband cracks his head trying to yank down the stairs all by himself.

Tubbo pulled the closest box towards him. NICK NACKS. The writing was looser, bolder. The flaps were falling apart on themselves—the box had probably sat outside for longer than it sat in. Tubbo gently pushed them open and scanned the box, faintly aware that he was biting the side of his cheek again.

Books. More books than Tubbo knew he ever had. Books with boring titles like Economy and You and exciting titles like Dragging Dragons. Using the hand Tubbo didn’t freeking burn he pushed aside the books, searching the rest of the box for the ratted brown bear that was apparently so freeking important to find. His hand hit against a snowglobe, a glass figurine, another couple hundred freeking books—no bear.

Onto the next box.

L’MANBERG SUPPLIES. Tubbo calmly opened the box and searched through it. He found his old uniform—wondered where that went—pages of guitar notes, torn bandages, one singular boot. No bear.

TUBBO STUFF. Clothes. The green shirt that never quite fit but he still wore everywhere. A friendship bracelet that broke in the box and scattered colorful beads everywhere. Drawings, blueprints. No bear.

CLOTHS. No bear.

Several unlabelled boxes. No bear.

STUFF. No bear.

BOOB BOY STUF. No bear.

TUB. No bear.

Tubbo wrecked the attic, searched every other box. He turned them over and spilled them all over the floor. He heard Ranboo beating against the floor, shouting vague warnings that he would never live up to. The attic walls were crashing in. They had to be. They had to be. They freeking had to be.

The box was still open from when Ranboo had accidentally kicked it open. Clumsy guy, that one, lucky that they had Tubbo to hold their hand in dark rooms and remind them that they needed to lift their legs to walk. The box was right at the top of the stairs when they first emerged and Ranboo never saw it coming. They didn’t kick it hard, oh no, just enough to get it mostly out of the way and knock one flap open. The small writing, that writing that was so clearly trying to hide. Tubbo stared down the box like he stared down the rocket launcher, like he stared down death. Despite the pain in his hands, he was clutching at his knees again, holding on for dear life.

Get the bear. Get out. Burn the box at a later date. Throw the ashes in a lake, drain the lake for a parking lot. It’s that easy.

The boy from the box crawled across the attic floor, his burnt fingers digging into the wood as he went. There was still banging and shouting below him, there were still empty threats that weren’t threatening in any way shape or form, there was still a heartbeat so loud in his ears that he thought he was going to go deaf all over again. He crawled across the wood until he reached the cardboard box filled with memories from the worst time period in his entire life. And he pulled the box towards him, stared down at the exposed contents.

His suit. His suit. Oh my freeking god. Fuckin’ hell. Fuck fuck shit fuck.

Tubbo’s hands were shaking so bad he could barely even open the other cardboard flap. But he did anyway because he had to. Because he set out to get this bear. Because there was an order to how things went and Tubbo was following his freeking orders.

The suit, oh dear gods. Tubbo palmed it out of the way. Just touching the fabric made his breath hitch, but it didn’t matter. Orders, orders, orders. Tubbo blocked the rest of his thoughts out. He saw his journal, his spy’s journal. He saw a handful of pens that had been haphazardly shoved into a free spot in the box. And he saw ratty brown fur.

Tubbo yanked the bear out of the box, making the entire thing shake. In only a few seconds he scrambled backward away from the stupid freeking thing, holding the bear to his chest with his burnt hand. He almost fell right into the stairs—which would’ve knocked them down and sent Tubbo tumbling down with them—but saved himself at the last moment. Breath coming in hard and stomach in his shoes, Tubbo stuffed his face into the matted fur of the bear.

If you look up you’ll see a hand. A golden watch that isn’t set to the right time, hasn’t been in years. And that hand will plant itself on the wooden floor, wait for another to join it. Dark, curly hair, graying at the roots, would pop out of the box next. And then those eyes. Those fucking EYES. And the SMILE THE SMILE AND HE’LL BE LOOKING AT YOU HE’LL BE—

The stairs fell open.

~~~

“I didn’t know you were right there. I’m so sorry, Tubbo, really, I’m so sorry—”

“Just give me the ice pack, Ranboo,” Tubbo sighed. In just a few moments a freezing cold ice pack was pressed to Tubbo’s palm; he slid it behind him to keep it held between the back of the chair and his spine.

“I tried to catch you,” Ranboo whispered. They walked in several circles before sitting down at the chair across from Tubbo. “You, like. You squirmed.”

“I guess.” Tubbo pressed his non-burnt fingers against his forehead. “I guess. Can you go get Mike? He should be up by now.”

Ranboo was out of his seat faster than Tubbo’s muddled mind could process. The instant they were also out of the kitchen, Tubbo pressed his forehead against the table. And by the time Ranboo came back into the kitchen with a grinning piglin toddling after him, Tubbo had replaced the scowl on his face with an easygoing smile. He let Mike crawl up into his lap and presented the ratty, dirty bear to him, watched as that grin got even bigger.

Tubbo’s guide to being indestructible: lesson one. In the wild cats will protect their stomach; it’s the most vulnerable spot on their entire body. Only the tamest of domestic cats will present their stomach to another being. It’s a sign of great respect.

In order to be indestructible, you must never show your stomach.

~~~

#kriswrites #kris talks tgbiogdq #dsmp fanfiction #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #c!beeduo #long post #tw self harm #tw burning #tw emetophobia #tw caps #idk how else to tag this just have it ^-^ enjoy it tear it apart w/ ur teeth tell me how it tastes etc

[demonboyhalo]

So that lore huh? Can someone please keep the Enderboi from harming himself, it makes me sad

what Ranboo is saying on his chill stream rn is that his character only does it to bring forth the amount of strong emotion he needs to go into the Enderwalk state - the emotion being fear in this case.

admittedly that's not too far off from what I wrote? (not explicit self harm tho which is good, since Ranboo has mentioned not being comfortable portraying that) character Ranboo is just....purposely making himself breakdown through the fear of pain! all to recall a piece of who he is as a person! still sad but a different kind :D and at least it's implied he throws the water at the. ground. next to him? instead of. directly. on his body....? i'm not sure how the logistics of that splash potion work if i'm honest

#ranboo...throwing a splash potion on the ground still gets it on you... #even armour to an extent...but i'll take your word for it... #c!ranboo please go to puffy #jesus christ this poor BOY ;^; #but at least it wouldn't be for that type of hurt in specific #i'm crying anyways tho #;;;;;;;; #WAIT RANBOO WAS CRYING THIS STREAM #MEANING HIS TEARS HAD ALREADY BEEN BURNING HIM THAT WHOLE TIME WITH SAM - #AHHHHH #mcyt #dream smp #ranboo #caps tw #self harm tw #ask to tag!!

[streaming-yn]

(☁️) here are some ideas !!!! :D

character ! forgetful ! y/n !!! ↴

"y/n visits what l'manberg used to be and they hear the wind whisper the "national" anthem, while they calmly sit on the glass that phil has been using to cover all the holes and falls on the ground, and that little whistle-y sound is something they realize they will never forget ; they don't know why or how, but even months after going back there, they still remember the song. they feel happy for finally being able to remember something, even if they don't truly know what happened there, but that's okay."

"y/n finally has an actual talk with ranboo about feelings, memory issues, and how everything is affecting both them, and the people around them, and maybe they both feel heard for once. and maybe, just maybe, there are a few tears here and there."

"y/n spends a nice evening at tommy's place, helping him plow some land to sow a few apple seeds, getting to spend time with henry while they watch the sun go down, and later on make some hot chocolate, inviting some friends over to pass the time." ( fluff nd comfort yee :D )

"BAKERY. BAKING. BAKE. + NIKI. NIKI AND Y/N BAKING."

"techno teaches y/n some life lessons while they train, and techno spills over something he maybe didn't have to. oh well, mistakes are bound to happen from time to time."

"y/n meeting friend >:)))"

"they see themselves weakly walking on a field, and then a sharp, sudden flash of pain hits them. they wake up on the same field, surrounded by wheat, a small house making itself visible through the hills far away. home?"

( i kinda wanna write some more so if you want more ideas just lemme know !! :D /nf )

sorry this took so long, but I tried my best on them, I hope u like them :DD

!!: all people mentioned are the characters they play on the dream smp, not the streamers themselves, nor are the characters reflective of what the streamer would say or do

trigger warnings listed under each before the writing starts !

1) y/n remembers the national anthem, though bittersweet memory, a memory nonetheless

tw // (past) war , (past) violence , numb-ish?, angst but only kinda but you can def see it

y/n visited L'manberg, they haven't done so in a long time, knowing something big happened and not wanting to possibly trigger a crying spell. their shoes tapped on the glass that covered the craters, though they didn't worry of it breaking. they felt an indescribable feeling when looking at the once lively county, the country people started referring to as "l'manhole". the named seemed obvious enough, but they never understood why it was used regardless because even though it was blown to bedrock, it was still L'manberg, was it not? did it not hold the same value as before purely because the structures were gone?

they guess they never will understand it either. they sit in the center of the barren country and look around at nothing in particular, the wind caused them to close their eyes. it caused a melody to play as well, one well known by everyone who had a place in their hearts for their old home, though whether it was simply imagination or not y/n didn't know. they didn't care though, remembering the country's anthem provided them enough comfort to overlook what caused the notes. they sighed contently and let their body relax, though the song left a bittersweet taste in it's tracks, they were just glad to finally remember something.

2) ranboo and y/n have a much needed heart-to-heart, causing pent up emotions to leak a bit

tw // emotionally constipated , self-blame , crying , burns from crying

y/n preferred to keep quiet about their emotions, they would state their opinions loud and clear, but never emotions. even to their brother, whom had them sat down with him for a talk about

"I just- I know, I know everything isn't my fault, it's just.. feels like it. Pretty often too.." your brother looked at his fidgeting hands instead of you. He opened up before you, being less scared than you about being vulnerable. You nodded in understanding, and stayed to listen for a bit more

You don't know how long the two of you were talking, but by the end you legs felt stiff from not moving and there was a few more scars at your waterline, same for ranboo, none on your cheeks though because you quickly used the blanket to soak up your tears, and your brother did the same. But despite the burning waterline and obvious signs you just cried, you were both smiling a bit, happy to finally be heard.

Maybe being vulnerable isn't always so bad.

3) fluffy not action-filled day spent with tommy :)

tw // idk? you cut Tommy off once, so,

As soon as you woke up you got ready as fast as you could, grabbed anything you needed and left the house, making your way to your best friend's house. He promised today was going to be a day for just you and him to hang out and you were excited, chill days never come around anymore! As you arrived at the agreed meeting place, a lake near a few trees, no one really comes here too often so you wouldn't be bothered while waiting for Tommy. Soon he arrived and you two headed to his house, talking about your plans for the day on the way.

As you arrived you tried to recall what he said was first "I sai-" you cut Tommy off, shaking your hands in front of you "no no no, don't tell me, don't tell me umm I think we were going to farm? But I forgot the rest" you recalled what all you remembered of the plans, causing Tommy to give a thumbs up towards you. you cheered with a smile, causing a smile (well, I slightly bigger one, since you where both already smiling) from Tommy as well, before quieting down so Tommy could tell you the plans. as Tommy started talking, he also started walking to the farming site, already having gloves, seeds, hoes, and a slightly tattered, really dirty, beige satchel (to carry what you harvested). "so what I was thinking, was after farming we could chill over with Henry while we talk and wait for the sun to go down then go to my house and have a sleepover! though, I'm not sure what exactly we'll do when we get home."

you nodded "that sounds like a lot of fun!! and don't worry, we can find something to do once we get there!" then you both started planting seeds and harvesting finished product. you and tommy kept messing with each other the whole time though. you scooped up some water and threw it at him, thanking whatever made the gloves because they were waterproof, and just smiled at him because he couldn't do the same to you unless he wanted to harm you.

then he splashed the ankle of the side that want ender man causing you to jump, not expecting that. in retort, you threw seeds at him, they stuck in his curly hair and a few stuck to his arms and hands because they were still wet. after the throw you distanced yourself from him and watched his moves to see what he was going to do next. which was surprisingly nothing, he didn't do anything back? he just looked at you before finished up with his side of the farm (you finished already). then he put the satchel back on — he really needs a new one, you'll try to remember to make him one — and started walking off to where Henry was, motioning for you to follow, so you did.

once close enough he hooked his dry arm around your neck and brought you down to his level and shook his open hand all over you hair, causing the dirt to transfer, and any hair accessories you had to either fall out if loose enough, or get crooked, and your crown fell off as well. you put your hands on his elbow and back to use as an anchor as you tried backing out of the headlock, twisting your head in different directions to see if it would be easier. if anyone were to pass, they would probably mentally compare you to that one scene in bolt where bolt got his head stuck in a fence.

you paused, having a great idea to get him to let go. you stopped holding yourself up, and your dead weight fell on his arm and gave out, but you caught yourself before your head hit the ground. "oh my god I hate you" you huffed, joking, as you picked up your crown, fixed your hair (and any accessories), and put the crown back where it was.

"now I gotta wash my hair" you whined, Tommy, after finishing the pet on Henry's head, flicked your forehead "glad I did it then! man, you stink" "TOMMY!" you gasped in mock offence

later, as the sun was almost done setting, you guys said goodnight to Henry and went back to Tommy's house, wanting to be inside before it got too dark. as Tommy closed the door behind the both of you, you suggested hot coca, and maybe inviting friends? he agreed, leaving the inviting to you as he started making hot coca in the kitchen.

you pulled out your communicator and whispered to ranboo, if he wanted to have a sleepover with them. after that, you paused, who else should you invite? your brother was a given, but who else? tubbo? him and Tommy are friends. no, that would spoil the whole mood because you're scared of him. jack? no, even though you and him are friends, him and Tommy have this rivalry? or whatever you would like to call it. Fundy? no, no one is super close friends and it's be a bit weird to ask as a friend that's at arms length. oh!! purpled?? you've been wanting to become friends with him! ah, no, you're not even friends, it'd be weird.

you put down the communicator beside you on the couch and rub your face. you can't think of anyone else! like, maybe a few more people, but inviting anyone other than a minor would be weird. you call over to Tommy, who peeks his head out to look at you. the back of the couch faced him so you turned around and folded your arms against the back of the couch and put your head there, explaining your predicament.

after a few sentences exchanged you two decided three people in enough, you didn't want it crowded anyway. he went back to making hot coca and you put your hand on the front door knob and called back "I'm waiting out front for ranboo" and waited for his reply before leaving. "sword is in the corner near the door, take it with you!" you grabbed to sword and left to wait in front of the house, which, didn't last long. ranboo came into view rather quickly, and you both headed inside.

the rest of the night the group of you, Tommy, and ranboo spent talking, joking, braiding hair a little, a small bit of baking before Tommy kicked you out of your kitchen because wow you don't know how to cook to well do you? (you're not that bad Tommy's just overdramatic istg 🙄/lh), and occasional, short games that are typical (would you rather, truth or dare, you tried paranoia but it's no fun with 3 people), but got boring quick.

4) BAKING W NIKI !!!

tw // burns from clumsy/forgetful baking mentioned a lot, here's the childhood c!y/n content I promised a while ago 🤲

you decided to visit Niki today, hoping to be able to help her out and just hang out! you spent all of yesterday in the mines and nether, so you would rather wait a few days before doing that again. and baking is the perfect de-stresser! ah, or that's what you've heard — you haven't baked in a long time, but you're hopeful that it'd go well anyway! Niki's a master at this! it doesn't look that hard anyway.

this would be your first time baking in a long time! last time you cooked or baked was when you were very little, your parents had set nights out of the month for you and ranboo to make dinner – with their help of course – to prepare you for living on your own! two nights per kid, per month. usually, ranboo wasn't in the kitchen while you were making dinner but one night while it was your turn to make dinner, you were 13 and insisted you could do it alone! you're not helpless! so ranboo decided to stay with you this time to make sure you didn't start a fire, but hid under the guise of just wanting to hang out this time. you were forgetful even back then, so it slipped your mind that ovens make things hot – even though that was the main purpose. ranboo – who was previously recalling something that happened yesterday to you – suddenly heard the clattering of metal and a yelp, his head shot up to look and found the pan and it's contents across the floor around you, fanning your stiff-looking hand while looking hurt. he immediately got up and got the honey to put it on both your hands while you tried not to cry, not wanting water burns along with the burns on your hands. "sit down." "but, wh-what about dinner? we won't have anything to eat if I dont-" "I'll make it, please sit down, your hurt"

you smiled after recalling the memory, you're glad you could remember it! though you suppose the only reason you remember it is because ranboo hasn't let you alone in the kitchen since then. once you snap back to reality you realize you're already at the bakery, so you push open the front door and a small bell goes off, alerting your entry, and Niki comes from the back. she smiles and waves you over, you choose what to bake – simple chocolate chip cookies were a safe choice, so that's what was picked – then she showed you around the kitchen.

you happily followed her around the kitchen as she showed you where to do what, even an emergency eye wash station in case you ever get anything potentially harmful in your eyes during baking! though, you assumed that even if you did get stuff in your eyes you wouldn't use that, instead opting for crying and rubbing your eyes with one of the many soft towels she had set to the side, you didn't want scars across the entirety of where your eyes are. it'd be like a scar mask, and although you thought that sounded cool, it'd probably (definitely will) hurt like hell.

Niki got out all the ingredients and had you pour and mix all the dry ingredients while she did the wet ones. you made nice conversation, she even mentioned that she only recently got back into baking! you said you were glad she could return to something that made her so happy, especially in the world you guys live in, with violence and morally wrong things left and right, she agreed. you mentioned liking sewing and invited her to come sew with you sometime, she's sharing her hobbies so you wanted to share yours as well!

after both of you were finished, you mixed them all together while she preheated the oven and prepared the pan. you put on some gloves and you both started rolling the cookies out and putting them on the pan, at one point a chocolate chip fell out of a cookie you were rolling and you threw it at her, not fully expecting it to hit, but it hit her directly in the middle of her forehead, causing you both to decent into laughter. oh! and you also made some special shaped ones! you made a heart shaped one and a sword shaped one, she made a star and peace sign.

while waiting for the cookies to bake you both cleaned up, which ended with both of you covered in flower due to you slipping on an eggshell she dropped without realizing while carrying the bag of flour to the pantry.

you were sure that if anyone walked in at that moment you would've looked insane. the bag of flour laying on the ground on its side with flour covering you both and the ground, you both laughing hysterically to the point of tears, she had tear tracks left in the flower on her face along with smudges from her wiping her tears left on her hands and face. you had a few tears tracks that abruptly end with a smudge from something anyone could tell was dry, along with more dry-made smudges on your hands and around your eyes from you wiping your tears with a towel. thankfully the few you did miss didn't hurt a lot, your brain too busy pumping dopamine and serotonin to override these opioid-like chemicals in favor of glutamate (chemical mainly responsible for pain).

safe to say showing up to each of your friends houses to deliver some cookies you made to them proved to provide interesting reactions as you were still covered in flour each time, wanting to deliver the cookies while they were still warm. (maybe mentioning that you made them to your brother was a bad idea because immediately he set to cookies down and started checking you for burns from the oven or hot pan)

5) lessions (and unexpected bonding maybe?) with techno !

tw // violence? technically neither get hurt but like they're training to battle so uh 💀, reader fights more agile than offensively so like ;

you stepped out onto the snow-covered field, you would've been worried how it would effect your fighting if it wasn't for the bottom of your armor boots being similar to that of snow boots. you kicked snow away from and area on the ground so you could sit and wait for techno to join you in the fenced off area, he said he had a few extra things to deal with before hand. after clearing the area and seeing the ground was wet, which would've only been slightly better than just normally sitting in snow, due to your skin, whom, wasn't very water-friendly, so you decide just to sit on the fence. you were going to build a small snowman when you sat on the ground, but that was probably in bad taste too. the snow would've definitely melted on your hands, not to mention you would've gotten emotionally attached, probably, and gotten upset when he either got destroyed during training or eventually melted.

"y/n." from behind you made you snap out of your thoughts and turn around, almost falling due to turning too fast because you were startled. "oh" you sighed, placing a hand over your chest to feel your heartbeat "it's just you"

techno rolled his eyes at you "doze off like that in battle and you're done for." you got off the fence and walked to the area you wanted to stand when you began "good thing it wasn't in battle then, huh? c'mon have a little more trust in me here!" the piglin hybrid let out an amused huff, almost hidden by the click of the fence doors shutting "I don't know if I can, we'll see, I suppose." it was now your turn to roll your eyes.

he stood where he chose before explaining that the first training battle you two would do would just be for him to determine your skills and where exactly you needed improvement. you made a joke about how how wouldn't find anything for you to improve on, you being as flawless as you are. he huffed a "sure" before taking a fighting stance.

"1..." you nervously adjusted your feet, you really didn't want to fail so bad that you had to start from kiddie steps. "2..." a deep breath to try and calm down, only working a little, really only successful in getting you to scrunch your nose because how cold the air was. "3…" he didn't do anything, should you make the first move? would that put you in a bad spot? what would be the best course of acti–

you decided to ignore your thoughts going a mile a minute and just act, you pushed off with one leg to boost your run a little faster and charged for techno. he spun to the side, out of your way and went to hit your back with the wooden sword, but you went down on your own accord after missing and quickly shot your strongest leg out towards his left leg to, hopefully, knock him down.

it worked! it actually worked!! you took too long to put distance in between you two, though, and he grabbed you ankle, you kicked his stomach with your other leg and swung your wooden sword at hit wrist, leaving no recovery time between. his grip didnt loosen so you did the last thing you thought of and took off your boot, thank god they went up a bit higher thank your ankle!

immediately you shoved yourself off and away, getting to your feet, techno quickly followed suit. for a bit, neither of you did anything, you could see and hear your heavy breathing, your feet were positioned in such a way that if he were to charge, you could quickly dash to the side so he would miss.

he did end up charging at you, what you didn't expect, though, was for him to hook his arm over your top half. you registered it too late and you fell to the ground while trying to flee. techno put his wooden swords tip to your neck, signifying he had won. you pushed it away and sighed, dramatically flopping your limbs out like a starfish and stared at the sky.

techno chuckled dropping the armored boot to lost in the battle on your stomach causing you to flinch in on yourself with a "hurk!" sound of pain. you put the boot back on anyway and held your hand up, waiting for techno to help you up, which he did before starting to explain and point out your weak spots and where you needed improvement.

"y/n! y/n!! follow me!!" Tommy ran up to you and grabbed your wrist and dragged you along, not even waiting for a reply or for you to actually start following him. "what are we doing?" you asked, to be honest you weren't upset with the blonde, he could stand to learn a few mannors, even if you weren't busy it was rude to do what he did.

6) y/n meets friend !! 🐑💙

tw // reader is awkward with friend and ghostbur

"I just realized you haven't met friend! so we're doing that!" "who?" "exactly." Tommy slows down and let's go of you, but you follow anyway. a little bit away was a transparent being and you immediately start thinking of different hybrids this person could be to make them transparent. you could only think of ghost though, which didn't fit, being half ghost wouldn't make you that see through!

as you get closer you recognize the beanie, circular glasses, and brown hair and eyes from stories you've been told. you assumed Wilbur, but everyone told you he died! was this his ghost? ghosts are real?!

7) death?

"ghostbur, can–" your brain muted the rest of the conversation, stuck on 'ghostbur'. it was clearly a mix of 'ghost' and 'wilbur', but why? why not just call him Wilbur? he was technically just dead Wilbur.

the ghost walked a blue sheep over to you and Tommy, Tommy invited you to pet it, you look at ghostbur. he nods and gestures to the blue animal "this is friend!" you softly reach out your hand to pet it, awkwardly, though, because this is your first time even seeing a ghost. "oh, um, hi friend" you smile at the sheep.

your hand has turned a little blue once you pull it away, you look accusatorily at Tommy, he didn't tell you that the blue would transfer and you dare not glare at a stranger. Tommy shrugged and laugh a little "that's blue" "I know it's blue, moron" "no, like it's blue!" "are you being serious right now? I know my colors."

"blue!" another voice chimed in, you turn to the source and see ghostbur holding a lump of blue that was similar to kinetic sand but stayed together better and the grains were a lot smaller. "is that 'blue'?" you ask and the ghost nods and holds it out to you.

you look at it and he gestures it towards you "you can have it! it will help you not be sad when you are! here" you look at him then back at the handful of blue and gold your hands under his so he can drop it into your hands, which he does.

"thank you" you bring your hands back to your personal space and smile at the ghost. he seemed nice, but you didn't like the awkwardness of meeting new people, so you suppose you won't be talking to him too much.

idk what you meant but I took it as death!! sorry if that's not what it meant D: tws heavy for this one 👁️👁️

tw // death , violence , killing , war , afterlife , horror , angst , derealization, depersonalization (refers to read and readers body as two different people) , pain , paranoia , things of that sort, stay safe !!

your eyes snap open, the adrenaline from the fight has passed, which was odd, you were just in that fight not 2 seconds ago! you're sure!!

you shake your head and look around, why were you looking at yourself? oh. you think you understand now.

you kneel beside yourself, to say goodbye, you guess. you look over them, your physical self, they were beat up, bad. which wasn't unexpected, but being outside of yourself can shift your thoughts about yourself. they looked overworked and tired, the eye bags were clear and so was the permanent wrinkles on their forehead.

it's kind of weird, if you think about it, to start feeling bad for yourself after you've left them. you wish you didn't blame yourself so much now, especially not your body, they were only doing the best they could to help you. you and the world they were stuck in pushed them too far for too long, their fingers were rough and calloused, their knuckle were bruised and their face was cut. how could someone look so weak in a full suit of armor? weak wasn't a bad thing, it wasn't their fault, and you wish you knew that before your time was up. it was never their fault, or yours, it was the world. the world that was supposed to take care of you but instead burdened you with the responsibility of trying to pull something bigger than yourself back together.

your body didn't even fill the armor properly, you wanted to be mad, but instead you just feel heartbroken.

a life lost before it even began, you were still a teenager.

all that ran through your head in that moment was the fact that you were way too young for all of this. any of this. you didn't deserve it.

you lean over, you started crying a while ago, but now they shook your spiritual body. you hated crying, but now you just wish the shivers of your sobs could wrack through your physical being, you were too young to live in the world you did, and you were sorry. you repeated the apologies out loud to your physical self, you knew they wouldn't hear you, but you hoped this would at least help with with all the harm they had to endure.

after your long slur of apologies you mutter out a thank you. after all they did for you, they deserved to be thanked, even if they didn't hear it, even if they didn't deserve what you're thinking them for. they protected you for as long as they could.

you would touch your forehead to them, in another thank you, if you could. a flash of pain shoots through your head, you shut your eyes and curl into yourself.

you open them again. a field, again? you search around, there was wheat around you, but no more physical you. that seemed to be your last goodbye. then you notice a house, it was small and familiar. how did you miss that?

you started walking towards it, it felt like home. while walking you brushed your hands along the tops of the wheat plants that were definitely ready to harvest, you always thought they felt weird.

you made it to the porch and knocked, no answer, as expected, you placed your hand on the doorknob. you didn't expect it to be warm, and it wasn't, but this type of cold was different, it made you uneasy, but you opened the door anyway.

once inside you looked around, it looked fine except for a few things that made you extremely uncomfortable. the beds looked like someone had been there, there were a few dirty dishes in the sink, the kitchen only had butter knives, the front door rattled a little every so often, there were damaged reminents of people you knew (golden crown but parts were dull and scratched and some gems have fallen out, red bandana but it was tattered and heavily stained, white clay with a strap but it was too damaged to see the design, etc), but you were the only one in the house.

you thought you could just go back outside, it felt better out there, you actually felt like you were at home. so you checked the window of the front door cautiously, weary of how it shook earlier. nothing was there so you opened it and exited the house, only to find the sky darkened and clouds rolled in. any flowers were gone now, the wheat was still there and ready to harvest, though it was taller now, and occasionally areas of it would move, as if disturbed by something. you quickly stepped back inside and shut the door, immediately going to a corner of the kitchen, free from the view of any window. you slid to the floor, curling yourself into a sitting fetal position, your arms wrapped around your legs as if giving yourself a hug. you would lay your head down on your knees to cry, but you felt unsafe, so you had to keep watch of where you could see from your spot on the floor. always either wiping tears away or blinking faster to get them to fall faster so your vision wasn't blurred for too long.

this definitely wasn't home.

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Tubbox

Bench Trio gt Bc I’m still traumatized by Gemini Home Entertainment :D (someone help me please I haven’t slept properly in 4 days-) we get some fluff with giant Tommy and giant Ranboo helping out their new little friend! (Also I’m testing if I like Raptorinnit-)

Tw: vore mention, digestion mention, abuse mention, some swearing.

Tubbo knew living among Titans was a dangerous lifestyle, the last time he tried he was swallowed alive and left with nasty acid burns, barely escaping by stabbing the beast enough times to spit him up. He thought after that he had learned to be more careful. Apparently not if he was currently sitting in a plastic Tupperware with the two resident Titans discussing among themselves what to do with him. He could kinda hear them through the air holes they so kindly left him, and he was glad they spoke Common.

“Well one things for sure we’re not eating him.” The first one said sternly, he had black and white fur with coordinating horns, and vibrant red and green eyes. He was a lot taller and had a long wirey tail with fluff at the end. It kinda looked comfy.

“That was an accident and you know it! They just hopped right in and I didn’t have time to understand what the fuck happened!” The second one frantically snapped, mumbling something under his breath with an electric hiss. He seemed to have a velociraptor like appearance, with sharp ocean blue eyes, feathers on his arms in the form of stunted wings, raptor like talons, and a lizard-like tail with feathers at the end. “But we can’t just put him outside either, someone will definitely eat him.”

The other hummed in agreement. “I mean, maybe we could keep him? He doesn’t look very healthy,” the first one walked over to Tubbo and gently knelt down. “Hey there little guy,” he said gently. Gently! Titans never spoke to humans gently!

Tubbo shied away from him and the Titan frowned. “Do you, do you want something to eat? We don’t have much, I can get you fruit, cheese, crackers?”

Tubbo shook his head. He was lying, he was starving, and he could tell they both knew that as the second one came up to the first with a wierd looking bunch of grapes. Why were they so long and weirdly shaped?

“You wanna try one of these?” The Titan didn’t wait for an answer as he slipped one into Tubbo’s cage. He didn’t want to eat in case they were fattening him up so they could eat him, he was not going through that a second time.

“…well, if you need anything my name is Ranboo, the overgrown turkey over there is Tommy.” He introduced. There was distant yelling that made Tubbo quietly scoff. Ranboo seemed to smile hearing this, and he left.

For 3 days he stayed int the Tupperware. One of the two would occasionally stop by to change his water and food, even offering him a trip to the bathroom to clean up or relieve himself. Tubbo refused. Tommy was sitting at the counter with his head resting on top of his arms. He didn’t look impatient or pissed, he looked scared, and worried.

“Human, please eat something. We promise we don’t want to hurt you.” Tommy begged. He looked upset seeing the human wasting himself away.

“I know you two are going to eat me, all Titans are man eating monsters.” Tubbo rasped quietly. Tommy caught that and his breath hitched in his throat.

“Tubbo, not all Titans want humans dead. We just want to help you.” Tommy whined. “Please, just take a bite of this,”

Tommy opened the container and offered Tubbo an apple slice. Tubbo would have bolted out but he had no energy too. What could he lose from eating a piece of the apple? Tommy set it into the container and closed the lid, Tubbo crawled over to the apple slice and took a hesitant bite. Holy shit he’d never tasted anything so sweet in his life! He immediately dug in, tearing into the apple. Tommy’s face lit up, taking shaky but overjoyed breaths.

“Ranboo! Ranboo he’s finally eating something!” Tommy called, making Tubbo flinch.

Suddenly he had two pairs of eyes on him and he froze mid bite, looking up in fear. The two Titans backed up, giving him space. They seemed happy for him, but why? Tubbo couldn’t figure it out, until a few days later. Ranboo was quietly sitting at the counter this time since Tommy was streaming, he was playing a game on a device something like a Nintendo switch but for Titans. Ranboo could tell Tubbo was interested.

“Hey, do you wanna come out and watch me play?” Ranboo asked him.

Tubbo was surprised, he was being nice? Tubbo nodded shyly and the container lid was removed. Ranboo’s hand reached into the container, but instead of grabbing him, his hand was laying palm up, waiting for its tiny passenger. Tubbo gasped and cautiously approached, gingerly poking one of the claws. The same hooked claws that could easily tear him apart simply nudged him back. Tubbo walked around and climbed onto Ranboo’s palm, holding onto his finger for support as he was lifted up, for a second he thought he was going to be eaten and was about to panic, but the hand stopped at Ranboo’s shoulder. Oh, he was going to watch from there. Tubbo carefully transitioned from hand to shoulder and watched Ranboo play. He was pretty sure it was Mario Kart or something similar.

“Are you comfortable sitting there?” Asked Ranboo.

Tubbo jumped at the Titan’s voice, noticing the creature looking at him from the corner of his eye. Tubbo nodded shyly. “Y-yeah,”

“Alright, what’s your name by the way? I don’t really want to keep calling you “human,” it sounds kinda derogatory, ya know?” Ranboo asked.

“T-Tubbo.” Was all Tubbo said. Ranboo hummed, nodding subtly as to not disturb Tubbo’s balance. It was pretty much quiet for the rest of the session, except whenever Ranboo got Blue-Shelled he would yell aggressively, much to Tubbo’s amusement.

The next day Ranboo was gone on a grocery run, and Tommy was there, still quietly observing Tubbo in his little box.

“Do you like being in that box?” Tommy asked suddenly.

Tubbo looked up from his apple slice, wiping his mouth. “No, I don’t actually. But it’s the only thing that makes me feel safe here.” He answered truthfully. Tommy’s eyes lit up with an excited scoff

“I got something you’ll like then.” He gently picked up Tubbo’s container, carrying it with him. “Me and Ranboo had been planning this for a while, actually, it’s not much but we thought you’d like it better than plastic.” He was ecstatic to show Tubbo what he’d been up to.

He was only taken across the kitchen, on the other counter was a wooden box that looked something like a bird house. Tommy opened the container, offering Tubbo a hand out. Tubbo took it and was lifted and carried closer to the structure.

“Well, go ahead and tell me what you think!” Tommy chirped, his tail wagging. God he was such a puppy, a massive and terrifying one that could easily bite him in half.

Tubbo crept into the box and discovered it was a room. He found a little light switch and flicked it, the room actually lit up! He discovered a human computer set up, a bed that actually looked comfortable, a closet, a dresser with clothes that didn’t look like they were from a doll store, and a few other add-ons. There was even a door to his little box, he had the option of privacy! He was starting to rethink his view on these two titans as he walked out, looking up at Tommy who was eagerly waiting for the human.

“So?” He asked with anticipation.

“Tommy, I love it!” Tubbo cheered. Tommy reached down and scooped up Tubbo in a sort of hug. He was surprised at first but let it happen. “Thank you!”

That night Tubbo wasn’t sleeping in a repurposed lunch meat container with a few holes in the lid and no where to hide, he slept in his own bed, in his own little room. He felt safe, he felt at home for once, not having to live in fear. He would have to move his stuff from the walls later on though.

#mcyt g/t #giant tiny #g/t writing #tiny!tubbo #giant!ranboo #giant!tommy #tubbox gtau

[sardonic-the-writer]

c!Ranboo x Reader

━"Voices"

━Ranboo

━Tw: Panic attack

━Note: This was requested by @for-the-rEVOLution Here you go mate, I hope it's alright!I was so excited to do my first request. Hope it meets your standards dude :D

━Song: "Body" By Mother Mother

━GN!

Talking. That was all he could hear. Day and night, the constant overlapping of dozens of voices, all of them yelling over each other.

The sound that stayed dormant in the hybrid's brain was akin to a horribly tuned T.V, one that spat static instead of playing shows with cheery cartoons. It was like the rustling of dry grass on a windy day by a waterfall. It drowned out nearly everything else in its path.

Of course, there were moments where it would come to a halt. Whether it be for a split second, or just disappearing as if they had never been there in the first place.

Ranboo liked to savor those moments. He could pretend that nothing was wrong. That he didn't have a hoard of hostile people fighting to be heard inside his head.

The voices were less frequent in their visits nowadays. Ever since Ranboo had ventured from his original home, (he had heard some of the passing locals refer to it as "The End") he had more time to think to himself.

The tall boy ended up using those snippets of peace that got longer and longer with the passing days aboveground to do things that made him happy. He built a quaint little house that could barely fit his lanky frame, made friends with one of the neighboring boys- named Tubbo-, and even started a journal to record his daily journeys.

It was a dream come true.

Everyonce and a while, Ranboo would hear the crowd beginning to shout again, but he would make a quick call to Tubbo and they'd be quiet soon after

But not tonight.

---

The walls were closing in. It felt like his feet were weighted. The cold and damp texture of the cobblestone below him was the only thing stopping Ranboo from feeling as if he would float into space- flying higher and higher into the night sky until his lungs imploded and ribs broke.

Ranboo was huddled in a dark corner of his dimly lit kitchen, pulling his trouser covered legs close to his chest, Shuddering breaths left his black and white lips, lingering puffs of smoke from the cold atmosphere appearing in the air.

Hours had passed since the dreadful tale-tell sign of talking had started up. Immediately, Ranboo had dashed to his nearby communicator to contact Tubbo, but it turned out that the boy was out for an ill timed mining trip. He wouldn't be back for a day or two.

The hybrid had resorted to curling in on himself and writhing silently on the floor. He had forgotten how hard it was to cope with it all.

He had been a fool. A fool for thinking that they were gone for good. That they were never coming back.

But the screaming that he and he alone could hear was proof enough that the little fantasy he had been festering was wrong. His hope had vanished away in the blink of an eye, as if it were smoke that someone had waved their hand through mercilessly.

The constricting feeling in Ranboos chest grew; like a snake had planted itself in his chest, hatching slowly and painfully inside him before wrapping its scaly hide around his lungs. Every passing breath made this metaphorical animal squeeze tighter around him.

It would be a terrifying time for anyone.

Tears leaked from the corner of his lopsided vision, burning like a mini forest fire as it traveled down his stained cheeks. Ranboo couldn't even bring himself to wipe them away. His arms were too shaky anyways. He would have just smeared the liquid further, causing more pain.

A heart wracking sob burst from his lips. The boys normally deep voice combined with the sorrowful tone made for a haunting chorus. It was beautiful in a horrifying way; like if you had lit a flower on fire until it burned down to your fingertips.

"Hello."

Ranboo froze. His joints cemented in place, preventing him from moving any further.

"Are you okay?"

Ranboo forced himself to look up from his position on the tiled floor. His neck strained with the effort of it, a few pops sounding out.

A medium height figure was sitting across from him on the floor. They were sitting in such a relaxed way, you would have never guessed they just witnessed the worst panic attack of anyone's life.

The first thing that caught his eye was their skin. It reminded him of a nebula. Swirls of vibrant purple and blue hues danced around each other in delicate tango. Some warm reds had been thrown in as well, practically glowing with the contrast against the deeper pigments.

Multiple white dots had been splashed across their face, adorning their cheeks with tasteful freckles.

And their eyes...

They were a bright purple. Filled to the brim with amethyst wisdom.

Ranboos' breath hitched as he peered into them. Panic slowly drained from his body. A new sensation was welling up from inside. Something he hadn't felt for a long while.

Calm

He never tore his attention away from their eyes. Not even to watch as their lips pulled into a small smile. He was so immersed in the enchanting iris, that he completely missed as the loud noise from inside his consciousness floated away. Floating away until complete silence fell like a heavy morning fog.

"Would you like some help getting off that dreadful floor?" The purple eyed person asked after a moment. They had the most gravelly voice that he had heard in a long time. Like they had not spoken for a while.

Ranboo blinked once.

Twice

"U-uh yes that, that would be appreciated. Er-" He didn't know what to do. A stranger with the complexion of an unearthly being had just appeared in his kitchen, offering to help him stand up.

Their nose scrunched up suddenly, like they were displeased.

"I'm not an 'unearthly being''" They used quotation marks to emphasize their point. "I just look a little different from your average person. A lot like you Ranboo." They gestured to his whole body as an example to back them up.

At this point, Ranboo didn't need help getting up. He had already scrambled to his feet, towering over the person with a shocked look. Some panic had flowed back, but it was more contained and slow. Like honey in his system, it moved sluggishly.

After all, it did appear that they had just read his mind.

"H-how how, uh, how do you know my name. Are you, a g-god?" He sputtered. They sighed from below him in response.

"Have you not figured it out yet?"

"N-no."

They pinched the bridge of their nose with a small chuckle. They supposed that it was a bit bizarre to think about.

"I'm (Y/n). One of your voices."

Ranboo inhaled slowly. A voice....from inside his head.

Yes. That made complete sense. Alongside everything else on this smp. Afterall, if goat hybrids and three headed dragons existed, what's not to say the person in front of him couldn't either.

(Y/n) exhaled through her nose, a small sign that they were amused. Ranboo looked quite silly like this, his tall torso trembling with confusion as his multicolored eyebrows drew taunt. Such an intimidating person, yet he still chose to look completely harmless.

"Sorry if that weirds you out. But to be fair, you did kind of call me here." (Y/n) shrugged with closed eyes. Ranboo's mouth parted in a silent question. He didn't bother asking- not like his voice would let him at this point -but they both knew by now that they could read his mind. And for good reasons.

"Well, you were asking for the pain to stop. Never specified how. So-" They spread their stary arms out with a warm smile. "-here I am."

Ranboo couldn't help but look back into their eyes like before. Lilac pools of wisdom stared back unrelentingly. Calm washed over him in waves. When was the last time he has felt like this? Certainly not for a while.

"C'mon." (Y/n) patted the ground next to them after they had sat down. "We have much to talk about." They grinned.

Ranboo settled in next to them.

Maybe his voices weren't all so bad....

I shall edit and revise this later when I dont feel like dying. Bleh

Carved the L'manburg flag into a pumking, so that was cool! I also got Twitch and Discord for the first time too. Pog!

Shoutout to, ummm, I dont even know. Shoutout to all the people with tourette's I guess. You guys get pushed around and over looked a lot. Love you <3

Join my Discord. I need more sexy people /hj (Link in bio)

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#ranboo #c!ranboo #panic attack #ranboo x reader #dsmp #dsmp x reader #fanfiction #i actually love this #part 2 anyone? #possible romance arc

[thesunicarusfellfor]

hello!!can you do a part two of your Yandere!Tommy x Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanons/Fic ?! i loved it!!

It amazes me how this became a fan favourite OVERNIGHT like daaaaamn!

This one is gonna be split into parts around the end, so like what happens if you choose Tubbo/Tommy/Neither/Both

(f/l) = first letter of your name

(N/n) = nickname

(f/f) = Favourite flowers

Eggpire does not exist

ALSO. The last Route (Neither) I wrote is shorter because apparently, Tumblr wants to crash after you surpass 10k words, but I could write a continuation fic of Neither that might turn into another x reader? Just platonic? Not sure. Remember, I will always write a continuation of a fic if ever asked.

TW: Yandere, Explosions, Burns, Scars, Manipulation, Mention of Painkillers and being drowsy on them, brief mention of collapsing

Part one

Yandere!Tommy x GN!Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanon/Fic Part 2

Tommy was furious to see you spending time with anyone that wasn’t him.

But seeing you having an early morning coffee with Ranboo??? Tubbo’s husband???

He was about to light the damn house on fire he was so pissed! That’s not even exaggerating, he would’ve and had you live with him! Although he wouldn’t let you know he did it.

Poor Ranboo was trembling so bad, genuinely fearing for his canon lives.

You quickly got up and stood in Tommy’s sight, prevent him from glaring at your tall friend, although he still didn’t look happy.

Before anyone could say anything else, Tubbo stormed through the door with his sword in his hand and teeth violently grit together.

“So... You weren’t trying to throw me off by writing about going to see them in your memory book,” Tubbo growled softly at his husband causing Ranboo to desperately pull his memory book closer to his chest, tears brimming his eyes. You could understand why, his best friend went through his memory book without his knowledge and possibly went through his other things in an attempt to figure out what he was doing.

“I guess neither of you are loyal...” Tommy grumbled with a roll of his eyes, causing Tubbo to give him a hard jab in the ribs, “Ow! Bloody hell, mate! I’m just saying both of you are going for them without even breaking up first!”

“It’s platonic!” Both Tubbo and Ranboo stated although Ranboo’s voice came out as a tiny and meek protest, rather than Tubbo’s annoyed growl. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Ranboo put his crown back on his head, “I’m-I’m not interested in chasing them, so no... I was just talking to them...” He visibly shrank in on himself as the two boys glared darkly at him, “I... Should go...”

“Hold up.” You pointed at him, making the tall and lanky male stay seated in his spot while you turned back to Tubbo and Tommy, “I know why Ranboo is here. I know why he,” You pointed to Tommy, “Is here. He always kicks down my door early in the morning to do some crazy things. But why are you here?” Moving your finger to point at Tubbo, you noticed his look immediately softened upon you turning your attention towards him.

His cheeks became a light pink and his goat ears fluttered slightly as he put his sword away, “Am I not allowed to visit?” There. There was one of the mood switches and manipulation Ranboo warned you about. “Tommy invited me to L’Manberg, and I heard my beloved platonic husband was in the area as well. Plus Tommy left the door open.”

You blinked a bit, caught off guard by the fact that Tubbo completely brushed over the fact that he was here because he had read Ranboo’s memory book, “Oh, I see... Then shall we all go mining today? We’d be able to get a lot more ores than before!” You smiled, pretending that your two friends didn’t kick down your door and threaten the man who was just trying to protect you.

“With Tubbo and Ranboo?” Tommy growled out in disgust at the thought of you spending time with them, “But (Y/n)! We always go mining on Thursday mornings! It’s our thing. Between just US! Aka, not Tubbo and Ranboo...”

“I- uh, have a meeting with Techno and Phil later today, so I can’t go. Sorry, (Y/n)...” Ranboo murmured, although you could tell by the shakiness of his voice that he wanted nothing more than to run and hide in his panic room.

“I’d love to go!” Tubbo chirped softly, ignoring the audible noise of disgust and annoyance that Tommy made, “Let me just get my stuff from my enderchest.” He walked over to your enderchest and opened it. You didn’t mind too much as you gave everyone full permission to make themselves at home in your house, but you were just a bit shaken up at the moment.

Ranboo quickly got up and scurried out the door, giving you an odd look as he passed by. He looked... Guilty, but his smile was sad and soft, but seemingly affectionate. You knew he would help if these two were scaring you too much.

The two boys brought you to an unpopular mine in the DreamSMP that was filled to the brim with ores.

They were quick to take down any and all mobs that came within any sort of distance to you, recklessly charging without a second thought in attempts to protect you.

While there was intense amounts of fear and tension circling through your veins because of this morning, you did quickly grow to have fun with the banter between these two.

Even Tommy and Tubbo were having fun bickering, almost seeming to forget the fact that they were in a war with each other. Almost.

The constant fluttering of their hearts and warmth on their cheeks was an easy reminder of what they were fighting for.

Every single ore, gemstone and pretty rock that you looked at, the boys would immediately pick up and put in their bags so you didn’t have to carry it.

When Tommy began to whine about being hungry, you wanted to go back to the surface to eat the food you had packed, but they both thought that was too far.

So, you suggested sitting down in the abandoned mineshaft you had discovered.

“Ooh!” Tubbo squeaked, his ears wiggling as he turned the corner of the mineshaft, “There’s a ravine over here! Let’s eat by the light of the lava so we don’t waste all our torches!”

“Finally! I’m starving!” Tommy tossed his ore-filled bag off of his shoulder and set it against the wall. Once you spread out the thick blanket you had brought on the ground, he plopped himself down and set down his shield and sword, “What do you have for food today, Big/Little (F/l)?”

You hummed as Tubbo sat himself down on the other side of you with a yawn, likely not used to getting up early, “I have... Sandwiches, some fruit slices, berries, y’know, the usual. You tired, Tubbo?” Glancing over at the brunet, you saw him rubbing his eyes with the long sleeve of his brown and yellow striped sweater that you had made him when he first travelled to Snowchester.

“Little bit, yeah. Can I lay against you? Just for a little bit?” He asked softly as you handed Tommy a sandwich, which he practically inhaled in seconds. Once you gave a nod of approval, the smaller boy laid down and curled up with his head against your lap.

Tommy grumbled in annoyance and without thinking much, laid down as well with his head against your leg too. When you gave him a small questioning look as this was highly out character for him, but he simply just mumbled about how you were definitely more comfortable than the rocks.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, unconsciously playing with their hair as you glanced around the stone walls for any untouched ores, but by now both boys were asleep and you didn’t feel like waking them up. Taking your time, you began to consider your situation now that you knew both boys were smitten with you and practically willing to hurt anyone who came in contact with you.

Tubbo’s mood switches scared you, a lot, and you were worried that him being the nice and blushing boy you had met a few years ago was nothing but an act and that all the gifts were an attempt to lure you in or distract you from his violent tendencies. You had watched him walk into your house, eyes blank and filled with rage towards his platonic soulmate for talking to you without his knowledge, and you were worried that soon that rage would be directed at you for doing something he didn’t like.

Tommy’s violent tendencies were just as scary though, so he wasn’t in the clear in your eyes either. While he did shape up a lot from when you first met, he still had a tendency to bark insults at you and hurt your feelings, which you hope is unintentional. He also often tried to threaten people and keep them away from you, like Eret or Niki who got yelled at and a tad bit injured after they had given you gifts or offered to bring you somewhere cool... They didn’t really spend time with you anymore after that... You missed them and didn’t want the same thing to happen to Ranboo.

But, this couldn’t go on forever. You couldn’t just run... and you knew very well that rejecting either of the two would cause the other to lash out severely, to the point where the one you chose, you, and your friends were in major trouble. It’s not like you could choose both right? ...Right? Then again... Choosing both would potentially cause tension to stir up again between the two best friends.

Your train of thought was violently derailed when you heard a hard thud a few meters in front of you. With a small gasp, you looked up and saw a creature of varying different shades of green slowly looking around before a few more thuds followed behind it. Before you could even think of waking the two boys, the green creature began to run at you quickly with its four legs.

A creeper.

A terrified cry left your lips and suddenly the weight on your lap vanished. Now awake, Tommy immediately grabbed his shield and used it alongside his body weight to slam into the creeper backwards into a small horde of zombies that had dropped down with it. “Get up you dumbass! Are you tryin’ to die?!” The blond yelled at you as Tubbo, who had also sprung up at the sound of your fear, began firing arrows at the group of mobs.

Once you got over your shock, you grabbed your axe and shield before quickly jumping to your feet and charging into battle. The zombie you had chosen to fight gurgled and swiped and gnashed its teeth together at you as you used your shield to block its hits. Backing up a few steps, you slashed your axe at the undead mob and took out its bottom jaw with the black blade, gleaming with an enchantment that set the creature on fire. The smell of burning rotten flesh caused you to gag and scrunch up your nose before you used your shield to shove it into the pit of lava at the bottom of the ravine.

Laughing softly in triumph, you turn around to help Tubbo and Tommy, only to let out another gasp of shock as you saw the very creeper that had been shoved away earlier had now returned with a vengeance. And it was mere inches away from your face.

There wasn’t much you could do except barely raise your shield in time to block a good majority of the explosion from damaging your body, launching chunks of stone outwards and off the edge of the ravine. 

And you as well.

“(Y/n)!!!” Tubbo’s voice echoed through the stone cavern as you felt yourself get launched backwards before beginning to fall, gravity quickly beginning to grasp onto you and drag you down towards the lava below.

Reaching out, to grab onto anything that would stop you from falling, but to no avail. Your mind barely registered Tommy and Tubbo running towards you before you shut your eyes tightly, silently praying to whatever or whoever to save you.

Then you stopped dead in the air, something wrapped around your arms and hands.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes and looked up to see the human and a goat hybrid that had been laying with their heads in your lap just minutes ago, were now desperately grasping one arm each, preventing you from falling to the end of one of your canon lives. Both of their blue eyes were filled with tears that were dripping down their faces and hitting the molten rock at the bottom of the ravine as they struggled to pull you up.

Once you felt the solid ground below you, you finally managed to take a few breaths to calm yourself down as you felt tight arms wrap around you on either side, barely able to comprehend the sobs of terror from your savours. The dull burning and throbbing pain on your cheek were enough to bring you down to reality and carefully wrap your arms around the two wailing teens as they desperately clung to you, almost as if you were going to vanish right below their fingertips.

Tommy was the first to gather himself and pull himself away from your good shoulder and rub his eyes free of tears to look at the new injuries covering your body and your busted armour, “F-fuck... We’re gonna have to get you to Phil to get those burns patched up...” He sniffled, trying to act like he wasn’t just bawling his eyes out over you nearly losing a canon life. For once, he didn’t seem to mind Tubbo clinging onto you and wailing into your side as you pet his hair, trying to calm him down. 

Tubbo refused to let go of you for the next hour as you travelled out of the mine, his arms desperately wrapped around your waist/shoulders. (Depending on your height)

Tommy also held onto your non-burnt hand, that once held your shield, as he carried yours and his bag, leading you both back the way you came

If another mob came out to fight, it was almost a guarantee that one of them would run forward and the other would lightly push you into a corner, then proceed to block you from view via a shield and their body,

Even if you thought that you were in a decent enough condition to fight, the one shielding you would only look at you sadly and shake their head, saying something about the explosion burns along your (s/t) skin.

Once you had gotten out of the mine, it was around 6pm, and the sun was going down, but luckily Tommy had sent a message to Philza, his father, about the situation, so he was prepared and already at Tommy’s house, which was the closest to the mine.

It wasn’t a long walk, but god you were so exhausted..

It got to the point where Tommy and Tubbo were on either side of you, preventing you from collapsing before you got to the home.

Let’s just say, when they opened the door, Philza was already there and immediately panicked upon seeing the injuries covering the one side of you and the state of your armour. (No you were not wearing the god armour Tubbo gave you.)

One of your cheeks and lower jaw were burnt and bleeding, along with your dominant arm and leg that weren’t behind the shield when the explosion went off.

Tommy Route - Mellohi

Because your home still being near L’Manberg and the Prime Path (In this route), it was easier for Tommy to check up on you while you were healing from your injuries.

While you were bedridden, Tommy was a lot, a lot, quieter when he came into your house, never sure whether or not you were sleeping.

If you weren’t, he would eagerly show you something he found, tell you some drama he heard around the area, or tell you about his day. Or just play Mellohi on constant repeat.

If you were asleep, he would silently walk over and check on your bandages or potion supply, (updating Phil if you were low or bleeding from moving too much), or even sit beside you for a little bit to make sure you wouldn’t just stop breathing out of nowhere.

To say he was scared your entire recovery process would be an understatement.

He would rarely let anyone but Phil check on you, definitely nearly blowing his nerve when Ranboo or Tubbo would walk into your house.

If it was Ranboo, we would definitely get picked up and thrown,

If it was Tubbo, he would try and push him out because he knew that threats wouldn’t work on him.

In the situation that he did push Tubbo out, Tommy would immediately lock the door and stay in there for the next few days

For the more likely situation, because we all know how stubborn that goat is, and he wasn’t able to push Tubbo out, Tommy would subtly put a few drops of the sleeping potion Phil made you, into your drink.

When you began to doze off, Tommy would mention it to Tubbo in the most serious voice he could muster. It always worked, because Tubbo wanted what was best for your health.

The absolute minute that Philza deems you stable enough to get off of bed rest, Tommy is by your side in seconds and trying to encourage you to stand up.

When you do get the nerve to try and stand again, he would immediately be holding your good arm, preventing you from falling if your bad leg suddenly gave out.

In the case that you do collapse from your injuries, he would at first be extremely panicked, but then he’d start calling you insulting names and calling you an idiot.

He would bring you on walks all around the DreamSMP to get you used to walking again but would have no problems sitting down again.

That’s a lie.

He would complain a little bit, but if he saw you were genuinely in a lot of pain, he would just shut up and awkwardly ask what he could do.

If you needed anything for pain, he would straight up run to your home and get it, if they already didn’t have it.

The fact that you’re spending so much time with Tommy absolutely infuriates Tubbo, and he tries to guilt-trip you into spending more time with him.

But then Ranboo tells him that you can barely walk down the Prime Path without wanting to cry from the pain of the burns, and he offers to move back to L’Manberg. Or at least what’s left of it.

This sparks an argument between Ranboo and Tubbo almost immediately, but you’re much too tired to try and stop it, instead quietly asking Tommy if he can help go back to your home or to get them out so you could sleep.

He would be glad to.

Like he would do it, with an absolute goofy smile on his face because he basically gets your permission to have your attention all to himself!

When you’re all healed, your relationship between you and Tommy has practically tripled from what it was.

You’re much closer to him than he was to Tubbo, to the point where he has told you everything.

Even about his exile...

Because of your closeness to him, he somehow got even more protective but also calmed down his threats.

Like, now you could talk to Niki and Eret again, but you were not allowed to leave your house at night alone, especially after mobs have spawned.

Hell sometimes if he’s really paranoid, he’ll go to your house and spend the night just to make sure mobs don’t bang on your door or ruin anything.

He straight up took the time out of his life to fence the property around your house off and fill it with torches so things didn’t spawn in.

Sure he’ll call you slightly insulting names, but he makes sure that they wouldn’t be too painful for you before saying them aloud.

Tubbo still tries to be nice and manipulative, which Ranboo tries to stop, but it’s pretty much worthless at this point.

He’s lost.

He knows it, Ranboo knows it, and Tommy damn well brags about it.

Tubbo does end up crying to you quite a bit about it, but you can understand, he’s heartbroken at this point and can’t do anything about it. Tommy and you know about his manipulation tactics, he couldn’t take Tommy’s last life because it would show up on your communicator, and then you would never love him!

Unfortunately, this does cause him to lash out at Ranboo quite a lot which led to their third divorce. Although this one seems quite a bit more permanent, you never know. (Ranboo took Michael)

One evening, Tommy invited you out of the house oddly enough. Even though mobs would be spawning soon? It greatly confused you.

He even asked you to wear nicer clothing? Like a tux or a dress? Either one or both worked in his eyes.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to fight mobs in a fancy outfit, but you trusted him.

“Tommy?” You asked, opening the door as you smoothed out your clothing with your hands and adjusted your hair a tad bit to your liking. It was shocking to see the tall blond nicely cleaned up and wearing a suit, but it was quite a welcome sight!

He nervously adjusted his red tie before holding out a bouquet of perfect (f/f), and cleared his throat, “You... Uh... Clean up nice. I- uh... No- wait... What did Sam say again?” He murmured to himself, “Ah fuck it... You look nice, (Y/n).”

You chuckled as your cheeks flushed a light pink, happily taking the bouquet filled with your favourite flowers, “I’ll put these in a vase and then we can go where you wanna bring me.” With a smile, you quickly placed the flowers in a glass vase filled with water before going back out with Tommy.

“Sh-shall we? Is that a common phrase to say?” He asked as he held out his arm for you to link with his, a habit he picked up from walking you around while you were healing.

“I suppose we shall. Calm down Tommy, no need to be all fancy and stuff around me.” You chirped with a small smiled as you took his arm, linking it with his, “Now, are you going to tell me where we’re going? Or is this supposed to remain a mystery?”

Tomathy visibly relaxed once you told him he didn’t have to be all professional and fancy, beginning to lead you down the Prime Path, “It’s a secret! I worked hard on it too! So you better be grateful or I’ll kick your ass.” He jokingly threatened, smiling a bit as you laughed at his typical attitude.

He led you down the wooden path, the two of you joking the entire way with a goofy smile across your faces. Tommy then took a sudden turn onto a newly made pathway and lead you down it, never answering any questions about it the entire way, even when the buildings turned into a forest. The pathway was lined with fences, and the trees were filled with small hanging lanterns, not only preventing mobs from spawning but also creating a beautiful fairy forest effect.

Seeing your look of awe, he gave a small sheepish laugh, “You like it? Puffy and Sam helped me out with it for the past few days, but this was my idea! And this isn’t even the best part!” He grinned widely before quickly pulling you along again.

The walk wasn’t very long, but it was extremely beautiful. Eventually, he brought you up to a large hill with a massive oak tree where a beautiful picnic was set up, surrounded by lantern light. Even with the lanterns, you were still able to get a clear view of the starry sky above without a single cloud in sight! “Oh my god... Tommy... This is incredible...”

“Innit? Puffy helped me make all the food, but this was my idea. Unless you don’t like it. Then it was Puffy’s idea.” He joked in an attempt to hide his nervousness as he went to ruffle his hair, but then remembered that he had spent a few hours taming it down, so he decided against it.

“I love it! This is so beautiful!” You looked up at him with a bright and happy smile, making him return it with a soft smile of his own, “Come on, oh! There’s a jukebox!” You eagerly pulled him over to the blanket and sat down, taking a look at all the food that had been set out.

The tall male happily took a disc, Mellohi to be precise, out of the enderchest that had been set beside the jukebox, neatly placing it in and pressing the button to make the music play before he sat down beside you. The two of you began to eat the meal that he helped make, joking, laughing and smiling the entire time, having the time of your life. You leaned your head against his shoulder and smiled up at him as you gently held his hand, making him realize even more how important you were to him.

Mellohi, the same song he lost his friend to, was the same song he was listening to while gaining a new important person in his life. You.

The entire night went on with you two eventually falling asleep at the top of the hill, completely unaware of the brown-haired male leaning against a tree. He desperately grasped his shirt where his heart was as tears poured down his shirt.

Tubbo always liked Cat more than Mellohi...

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Tubbo Route - Don’t Let Me Fall

Tubbo was so so glad that he had managed to convince (manipulate) you to live in Snowchester when he did. (In this route)

Somehow managed to convince you to live in the mansion, although it was probably done when you were drowsy on the pain killer potion Phil gave you.

This man would completely ignore his own country to make sure you were well taken care of. Like Ranboo literally had to step into power and start working on things and taking care of Michael.

Speaking of the baby zombie piglin, because you were now bedridden and bored out of your mind, Tubbo frequently brought the child in if Ranboo absolutely demanded that he take over for a bit.

The baby absolutely adored you! The injuries on your body reminded you of the ones he got when he travelled to the overworld, so he didn’t feel alone.

Unfortunately because of your constant pain and drowsiness, Tubbo thought it was best that he stayed in his room. Or maybe that was because he didn’t want him getting close to you too?

It was actually extremely rare for Tubbo to let anyone in to visit you. He actually even got incredibly annoyed when even Phil would come over to restock the potions for you or make sure your wounds were healing.

On a normal day, if you were awake, Tubbo would be blabbering on about some story without a care whether or not you were listening. He would most likely be acting the story out as if it were a play, determined to provide you with as much entertainment by himself as he could.

If you were sleeping, he would also be sleeping, although on a few chairs pushed together in your room. There’s a rare time where he will stay up and watch you to make sure you’re breathing still, but that’s only if he’s really scared and paranoid.

Tommy absolutely REFUSES to even look at Snowchester, so you never really got a chance to thank him for saving you. 

Although... Tubbo very actively tries to convince you that Tommy didn’t even come to help you when you had fallen and that you had been in shock so that’s why you didn’t remember correctly.

At first, you didn’t believe him, but eventually, with constant repetition, you slowly saw it as the truth. You genuinely began to believe that Tommy hadn’t pulled you up and that it was only Tubbo that did.

After quite a few weeks, Phil told Tubbo that you could finally get out of bed, but Tubbo asked him if he was 100% sure MANY times.

The goat hybrid actually didn’t want you to get out of bed and start walking again, worried that you get up would leave him, so he wasn’t going to tell you.

But Ranboo was the one who told you.

This led to quite a violent argument between Ranboo and Tubbo, but there was nothing Tubbo could do since you already knew the information he tried to keep from you.

Tubbo started ignoring you, so Ranboo was the one to try and get you used to walking around again, but this lead to the shorter male getting extremely jealous and helping you instead.

He frequently walks you around Snowchester on a strict set schedule, when he knows no one will be out and no mobs will be spawning.

One time, he didn’t expect Tommy to be walking around the snowy forests when he was walking with you, holding your hand to make sure you didn’t lose your balance. At least that’s what he told you.

Tommy looked... Empty, when he saw you both walking together. But his eyes darkened a bit when his blue eyes landed on your hands twinned together.

Tubbo looked a little hostile in your eyes, but he simply just gave Tommy a sharp smile before trying to pull you along as if he didn’t notice the tears beginning to pool in his ex-best friend’s eyes.

Tommy knew he lost right then and there, so he decided to say fuck it and start screaming degrading names at the two of you, catching you greatly off guard, hurting you badly enough to the point where your feelings were more than a little hurt.

When the founder of Snowchester realized that the blond hurt your feelings, he was quick to lash out back at the other man in your defence, but by then you were already walking away, back to the manor.

It took about ten minutes for him to realize that you went back to the mansion, but when he did, he sprinted through the door in an absolute panic before practically pouncing on you the second his eyes caught sight of you.

He protectively wrapped himself around you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you quietly rested your head against his shoulder.

After that, You and Tubbo became a lot closer emotionally. To the point where he called you his platonic wife jokingly, although you both knew he didn’t want to add platonic at the beginning.

He began to tell you about everything that weighed heavy on his shoulders, like his death from Technoblade’s fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war.

When he noticed that you were genuinely beginning to care about him, his manipulation and jealousy actually began to calm down quite a lot.

You could actually spend time with Michael and Ranboo without anyone getting yelled at by Tubbo and causing him to get ridiculously jealous.

He began to take over his job as the founder of Snowchester, now actually trusting Ranboo to keep you company and even letting him take you outside during the day. But he refused to let you out during the night.

He’s just worried about mobs. Creepers especially.

Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.

Tommy does often try and talk to you when Tubbo isn’t around, but both you and Ranboo try and put a stop to it as quickly as possible,

He’s lost.

He hurt you, and Ranboo couldn’t help but miss how Tubbo used to be, so if keeping Tommy away from you makes Tubbo act normal, he will damn well make sure that Tommy stays countries away from you.

This does cause Wilbur’s younger brother to break down a little bit, which you can genuinely understand, even if you hold a grudge against him for not saving you and yelling at you, you knew he did have feelings for you at one point even if he refused to admit it.

Unfortunately, this does cause quite a bit of pranks and explosions to stir up around Snowchester and the L’Manberg crater, but they stop within a few weeks. Tommy probably got scolded by either Sam, Phil or Puffy,

One morning, Tubbo invited you to spend a day outside of the mansion with him after a heavy snowfall.

He spent almost all morning outside, doing something he refused to tell you about, and when he came in to wake you up, his face was already cherry red from the cold.

How could he even want to go back into the freezing cold without any sort of warm drink or even sitting in front of the fire for a bit!?

“How are you so... Full of energy?” You murmured from behind the bathroom door as you got changed into your warmer clothing for when you do go outside. The door was cracked open a small bit so you could hear Tubbo rambling on and on about how he had a great surprise for you.

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” He was obviously grinning with excitement. When you walked out of the bathroom in your thick clothing and jacket, he bounced up from his spot on the edge of your bed, “Finally! Let’s go! Hurry, before it snows or gets warmer.”

You only nodded curiously and he grabbed your hand, eagerly pulling you out of your room and down the large stairs that lead towards the door. He pushed the large doors open with a bit of difficulty due to the snow piled up, but with your help, you both managed to slip out the door. Tubbo happily grabbed your hand again and began leading you down towards the docks where the water was covered with a thick sheet of ice, “Oh it must’ve got really cold last night... What are you showing me?”

“Over here!” He pulled you over to a large half-sphere made out of snow. He led you over to a hole in the side of it before dropping down to his knees and crawling through the entrance, “Come on!”

Blinking in surprise, you hesitantly followed him inside of the handmade snow building and gave a small gasp of glee as you saw that it was an igloo! The inside had a few blankets on the ground, preventing you from sitting on the icy snow-covered ground, there were a few lanterns placed on small snow hills preventing the small room from being dark, plus there was a small basket of what looked like two thermoses and a bit of food, “Tubbo! Did you build this?”

“I did! I also spent last night building it too!” He grinned widely, his ears wiggling with glee, “But this isn’t even the best part! Check over here!” The brunet shuffled over to another basket before pulling out a pair of white boots with silver blades bolted to the bottoms.

“Ice skates?” You tilted your head a bit as you crawled over and pulled out the pair that looked to be your size, “But I can’t skate...”/”How did you even know I could skate?”

Tubbo only turned his happy grin towards you, “I’ll show you how! Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall!”/”You briefly mentioned that you missed skating once or twice when you were all dopey on painkillers a few months ago!” He pulled out his pair of skates and began to take off his boots. (After getting his skates on he helped you with yours if you didn’t know how to lace them up.)

Once your new footwear was all tied up, he helped you up and carefully lead you outside with his arms tightly wrapped around you to help you keep your balance. (Even if you did know how to skate, he was still worried about you falling.) Tubbo carefully led you towards the ice and helped you stand up straight on the frozen water, making sure that you wouldn’t fall.

“See?” He smiled softly and held your hands tightly as he began to skate backwards, pulling you along with him until you slowly got a hold of what you were doing. “You (still) got it!”

You two slid and slipped around on the ice, laughing, smiling and spinning around with the other, but suddenly out of nowhere, your blade got caught in a groove of the ice that likely got chipped out when you two were skating around. With a small cry, you felt your legs slip out from under you and you immediately shut your eyes, awaiting the inevitable impact as a result of gravity.

Thankfully, two arms wrapped around your frame before you hit the ground. You slowly cracked open your eyes and saw your best friend holding you tightly against him. Your (e/c) eyes stared into his blue ones for a few moments before your face broke into a smile. “You caught me...”

“I would never let you fall...”

There two of you continued to skate around, having fun in the other's presence, completely unaware of the blond hidden behind a snowbank with his hand clasped tightly over his mouth and tears beginning to freeze to his reddened cheeks.

Tommy often found himself wishing he had let you fall...

=

Tommy & Tubbo Route - Rhythm of the Storm

Because your original housing was set between Snowchester and the Prime Path, it was surprisingly an equal distance between Tubbo’s mansion and Tommy’s house.

In the beginning, Tommy would go to your house first in the mornings, then leave around noon when Tubbo would come, but the constant social interaction left you always sleeping through either one of their visits.

It got to the point where you asked both of them to come by at the same time so you could talk with them both at the same time.

This caught them both off guard that you wanted both of their attention at the same time, but then only began to see benefits from them meeting with you together.

Now you weren’t out cold during the mornings when Tommy opened the door, and now you weren’t asleep by 2pm when Tubbo was over. Plus they could both take care of you at the same time!

There were a few times when either of the boys’ yandere tendencies peaked out, but you or the other would scold them out of it. Or Tommy would give Tubbo a small smack upside the head which would make him scream dramatically like a baby goat.

While they did take your injuries relatively seriously, they also were joking with you and cheered you up with their antics, preventing you from falling into a depression from staying inside all day and every day.

On a normal day, if you were awake and had more energy than normal, Tommy would be telling you incredible stories of his travels and Tubbo would be either making food or potions. Tommy isn’t allowed near the brewing stands or the stove anymore if you’re wondering.

On a bad day, if you barely had any energy and could barely stay awake, the two boys would be much quieter and let you sleep. On those days, they would ask Phil if you were actually okay, or they would go back to their respective homes.

If your burns are causing you immense amounts of pain one day, Tommy will refuse to even be in the same room as you and will genuinely beg Tubbo, Ranboo or Philza to stop your pain. Even if he doesn’t like others being around you, he’s beginning to accept Tubbo’s care towards you but he’s still wary about his father and Tubbo’s husband.

Speaking of, Ranboo and Michael had seemingly disappeared from Snowchester, but Phil assured you that they were both in the Tundra, (And to keep it a secret from Tubbo.)

On Phil’s latest visit, he told you that you could get up and out of bed without irritating the burns on your legs, although you might have trouble at first.

Upon hearing the news, Tubbo and Tommy were at your sides in seconds, asking if you wanted to get up and encouraging you to try. If you didn’t want to, they (mostly Tubbo) would understand about it and leave you to sit on the fact for a bit.

If you did, Tubbo would be at your injured side to make sure your bandages stayed together when you got up, while Tommy would be on your good side and mostly holding you up if your balance was bad enough.

Tubbo wanted to help you walk around at night, just in case you were self-conscious of your burns, but Tommy was too worried about any sort of mob approaching you. While they knew they could protect you, they just didn’t want to take any risks.

Tubbo will burst out crying after he hears an explosion, meanwhile, Tommy will freeze completely still. Which is also what happened during the mining incident that caused you to get injured, which is why Tubbo was the one to scream and continue to cry long after they had saved you.

Because of this, they don’t want to face a creeper with you around to see them panic and be in danger while they struggled to get themselves together.

When you’re out walking around, Tubbo is extremely patient and Tommy at least tries to hold his complaints. 

If someone even looks at you wrong, they’ll have an angry raccoon boy yelling threats at them and Tubbo drawing his sword. They usually run with their tails between their legs afterwards.

If you collapsed on the walk from the pain, the amount of panic that would happen would be enough to have every single parental figure in the SMP running to help you. Luckily when it did happen, Badboyhalo was there and was strong enough to carry you without irritating your burns, and even gave a few pointers on how to help with burns. He had to raise Sapnap. He would know.

When you woke up at your home, you saw Tubbo and Tommy actually having a civil conversation with the large 9ft demon rather than threatening him to get away from you. That could've been because he was a demon though. But you were still proud!

You guessed that they still thought you were asleep when Bad left because you heard them murmuring and trying to keep quiet as they most likely made lunch.

Because of their conversation with Bad, and proving to you that they can actually behave themselves, you began to realize that their Yandere tendencies were calming down a lot. Meaning you weren't scared of them that much anymore, and you were beginning to accept their feelings towards you.

Unfortunately... You couldn't pick between them... And didn't know how open they would be to polyamory, but seeing as they weren't ripping each other's throats out, maybe their reactions wouldn't be too terrible?

Tubbo began to tell you about everything that bothered him, currently and formerly, like his death from Technoblade’s fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war, or the nukes disappearing and his worry about whether or not Tommy cares about him.

Tommy also began to open up as well. Telling you about his brothers and father, his exile, his fear that Tubbo doesn't care about him anymore, and his third canon death.

After the two began to open up more, you began to realize they weren't being as clingy and desperate for your attention, most likely now trusting you to spend time with people other than them.

Maybe because they were catching on to you slowly beginning to return their feelings...

Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.

A few weeks after your body became completely healed, the two boys spent a few days away from you, which you were curious about but never really commented on it.

One day when they both arrived at your house at their usual time, they were dressed up for an adventure and their bags were filled with everything that anyone would need.

They eagerly pulled you out of bed at some ungodly hour in the morning, although Tubbo thankfully had breakfast (and coffee) ready which you ate before going to get dressed into appropriate clothing and your god armour that Tubbo made, that was equipped with a new god sword that Tommy made you!

This was your first adventure since the explosion in the mine, and you damn well wanted to have fun.

"Okay, okay! Damn, Big Man, calm down!" You groaned as you threw the bag over your shoulders and tightened the straps accordingly. Once you tied up the laces on your boots, you straightened up and without fail, you felt both of your hands being grabbed before you got dragged out the door.

"We've been planning this for a few days! Nothing will stop us now!" Tubbo cheered, hopping along beside you as he held your scarred hand, "We have everything we could ever need for the next week!"

Your surprised reaction was ignored as Tommy continued dragging you down the Prime Path with a map in his free hand, "A whole week? That's quite a long adventure! Are you sure we'll be able to handle it?"

"Relax (N/n)! We were both raised by Philza Minecraft! Y'know, Survivalist extraordinaire? We know how to ration, build a shelter if needed, and everything in between!" Tubbo gave you a wide and cheesy grin as he spoke about the man who raised him, despite not actually being related to him. (Dadschlatt AU if you're wondering)

The three of you ventured off through many acres of forests and other biomes, holding hands and chatting away the entire time. Tommy let it slip that you were going to find buried treasure and maybe a woodland mansion if you were feeling brave enough, which is why he was always holding the map.

"Tommy, (Y/n)! Look!" Tubbo squeaked out happily as he saw a field of dozens of different flowers with bees hurriedly buzzing about to pollinate the plants around. The sight of the yellow and black bugs caused Tubbo to make happy little bleating sounds as his ears wiggled.

You and Tommy exchanged glances with a small smile, knowing very well you wouldn't be able to pull the hybrid away from them. "I suppose it is about time for a break..." You murmured as you were dragged off by the smaller brunet, thus pulling Tommy along as well.

The three of you sat down in the flower field, placing out a blanket to prevent yourselves from getting covered in dirt, despite knowing that it'll happen anyway. You set out the food Tubbo had packed while the two teenage boys ran around, having fun and, well just being teenagers.

Yes, Tommy got chased by bees.

Tubbo made you, himself and Tommy a flower crown, which you proudly wore, but Tommy was a bit more hesitant which you eventually made him get over by giving him a begging look. Yours was a bunch of (f/f) varying with colours, Tubbo's was a variety of yellows and white flowers, while Tommy's was mostly red and white.

While you three enjoyed your small picnic, you were all completely unaware of the fleeting bees, closing flowers and scattering animals. It was only when Tubbo's ears began to flick oddly did he lift his head, "I think there's a storm quickly approaching..."

You lifted your head and rose your arm to block the sun from your eyes to look at the quickly darkening clouds, "Oh damn, yeah we gotta go find shelter. Like now." You hurriedly grabbed your bag and began shoving the foot containers in it while Tommy and Tubbo packed everything else up too.

Despite your best efforts, you three quickly got caught in the downpour of rain and became absolutely drenched in rain by the time you found a small and shallow cave to hide in. "Aw fuck... Absolutely perfect! Sam said it wasn't gonna rain todaaaaay!" Tommy whined dramatically as he slumped against the stone wall.

You sighed and began pulling out the blanket again, knowing very well that you'd all be here for a while. When Tommy stopped whining about how he thought it was gonna be perfect weather, he helped Tubbo with starting a fire so you could all dry your sweaters that you had been wearing.

The two boys plopped down on the blanket on either side of you, Tommy hiding his head on your shoulder while Tubbo was curled up with his head against your lap, (After asking for permission of course) trying their best to drown out the sound of the sounds of the booming thunder.

After a few moments, you used the consistent pattern in the rain to keep beat before beginning to hum a soft tune while you ran your fingers through their damp hair.

Slowly, Tommy and Tubbo fell asleep, leaning against you while you hummed along to the rhythm of the storm...

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Neither Route - Left the Game

Your house was quite out of the way from the Prime Path and Snowchester, in fact, quite possibly even closer to the Tundra. (In this route.)

Meaning that you were pretty far out of the way from everyone except for Ranboo, Phil and Techno. Which prevented both Tubbo and Tommy from coming around often, meaning Ranboo and Phil had to help you with a lot.

You felt bad because you didn't know either of them too, too well, but at least you knew you would definitely be getting better.

Ranboo actually had no problem helping you with your injuries, although he had to carefully write down what he gave you and when.

During your road to recovery, Ranboo and Tubbo's relationship became incredibly worse as the goat hybrid became even more manipulative and violent.

You became a personal therapist and babysitter for him and Michael, in return for him helping take care of you.

Speaking of Michael, the reason Ranboo hadn't joined you on the mining trip was because Phil had finished making a potion that would allow Michael to survive in the Tundra.

Tubbo and Tommy's violent habits had quickly doubled over the time when they couldn't see you, but luckily for you, the one time they did try to visit, Techno had come with Phil to meet you.

They ran out immediately.

Yes, Techno asked you about how you felt about anarchy.

Whether or not you joined the Syndicate is up to you.

Ranboo then told Techno and Phil about how Tubbo and Tommy were obsessed with you, and that your life was possibly in danger.

Technoblade only said that he had no way to help you, but Philza's fatherly instincts kicked in and he wanted to protect you both from the two boys he raised.

Once you got all healed up your burns scarred over, Phil and Ranboo already had an idea of how to keep you both and Michael safe.

It was highly risky and would leave you with only one life until you come back to the DreamSMP.

Phil was going to give you access to his Hardcore server.

Both you and Ranboo had a long and serious talk about it, but then remembered he was literally rich. He had dozens of totems!

Techno made you three totem pendants for you to wear around your necks, so you wouldn't always have to hold the totems.

(Philza asked his wife, Kristen the Goddess of Void and Death, to keep an extra close eye on you three and make sure if any of you do die, it's incredibly quick and painless.)

Standing in front of Phil, your bags filled with everything you would need to survive in the hardcore world, you watched as the centuries-old avian scanned you three up and down.

"I'll ask you both one final time." He sighed after he deemed all of your equipment and armour worthy. The blond fatherly figure stood in front of you and Ranboo as you held Michael with a glowing green orb in his hand, "Are you sure? There are no respawns when you run out of totems."

"Yes. It'll be much safer than the DreamSMP..." Ranboo murmured quietly, quickly scrawling as much as he could fit into his memory book before he forgot anything, "Even if it isn't permanent... We just need to run."

When Phil turned to you, you couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Yeah," You murmured, shifting the young piglin child on your hip, "I'm sure. Thanks again Philza... We really needed to be somewhere where they wouldn't find us..."

"I'll check up on you both once a week. Remember, travelling through servers will disorient you for quite a while and you quite probably won't understand where you are at first-"

"(Y/n)!!!" An angry yell came from the forest, and you turned your head just in time to see Tommy and Tubbo running in your direction.

You and Ranboo hurriedly whipped your head to face Phil again, but he seemed to have caught on before you both as there was a portal swirling with greens and golds beside him, "Go! Now! I'll see you both tomorrow! Remember, you can take anything you need to increase the chances of your survival!"

Ranboo got over his shock much quicker than you did because he grabbed your arm and leapt through the portal, bringing you and Michael along.

Ranboo Beloved left the game.

(Y/n) (L/n) left the game.

Michael Underscore-Beloved left the game.

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[the-sand-guardian]

Chapter 4: The Damnation of the Corporation

Sneeg recalls a piece of his past. Charlie visits Ranboo post-op. This chapter skips no beats, please make sure you've read and understand the content warnings that come with this fic before continuing.

This is the fourth chapter of my ongoing Generation Loss fic, Still Feel. I have the oneshot that sparked this whole thing up on here, Ao3, and Wattpad.

TW/CW// Canon-typical violence, religious trauma, physical torture (electrocution), implied substance abuse, derealization/dissociation

Word count: 2035 (Minus author's note)

Chapter 1 link: https://www.tumblr.com/the-sand-guardian/724559167319359488/chapter-1-the-survival-of-the-three?source=share

Chapter four below the read more.

Something clicked in Sneeg’s mind as his vision widened. This was not one of the Puzzler’s traps, he was sure of it. He wasn’t sure how, but he had survived. His body convulsed as another round of electricity coursed through his body. Once the shock let up again, the lights around him came up and he was able to see that he was laying down on some sort of table and two masked figures loomed over him. One looked over at the other before it nodded and Sneeg was hooked up to another machine. He remained as still as possible, hoping that they would just leave and let him go. 

The mask drew closer to his face and Sneeg had to force himself not to turn away from it for fear of exposing himself. Sneeg stared into the plastic covering, taking a mental note of the strange design on it, as well as the lack of eye holes. Despite this, it was clear that this person, or what was once a person, was casting its cold gaze straight through Sneeg. It stood back up and turned to its partner with a nod. The second figure leaned down to look at Sneeg, stood back up, and returned the nod before adjusting its sleeves and pressing a button on what appeared to be an instrument panel off to the side. 

Sneeg’s body jolted as another shock was administered. The intense burning feeling danced under his skin, forcing a cry from his throat. One of his arms tried to spasm under his restraints but was unable to move much. For a moment, his breath completely hitched and it felt as though his heart had ceased beating entirely before finally a wave of relief flowed through him. The relief was quickly overshadowed by a much less intense burning that stretched from temple to temple. He gasped for air, completely dropping his composure and otherwise let his body go limp in an attempt to ease the pain. Some sort of contraption was pulled from his head and the bindings around his wrists were loosened as he was swiftly whisked away. 

It now became clear to him that the table he was on must have been closer to a hospital bed or gurney, as he didn’t need to be moved for these employees to move him into another room. The two figures exchanged a look between each other before leaving the beaten and battered Sneeg in the cold room he now resided in. He struggled to find the strength even to sit up and gather his bearings. Instead, he laid still and let a few tears run down his face. If he had just endured such pain, what must the others be going through? Seeing as Sneeg had somehow survived, the others very well could have been too. He finally forced himself to sit up.

His eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness, but once he could make out the shapes around him, he froze. The room was filled with stretchers with other people on them- other victims. He writhed a bit and finally completely freed himself from his restraints before getting up and walking down the aisles of bodies. Each person seemed to be attached to a much larger machine which hummed ominously in the back of the room. The low green light from the screen was the only light in the room, and as he crept closer and closer, it seemed as though the humming coming from it was closer to a pulse. He reached a hand out to the screen, but the closer his fingertips got, the more the hair on the back of his neck raised. He stopped himself from going further and instead turned his attention to the others. 

He had to squint to see it, but just about every face in the room seemed oddly familiar. There were a few he could place names to, though: Ethan, Niki, Vinny. Seeing these faces, he began to actively seek out the people he could name. It felt selfish, but Sneeg didn’t care. If he could at least rescue his friends, he would come back and save the others with them. He continued weaving through the rows; Now he had found Austin and who he believed had been a rat. No sign of the others. He walked through again. Still no Charlie or Ranboo. He began to rush up and down the aisles as he knew there was no way he was leaving without both of them, but still nothing. It was during this frenzy when a beam of light shot into the room, startling Sneeg enough that he tripped over one of the wires on the ground. He cowered and tried to hide from the light for a moment before recognizing the silhouette. 

“Sneeg, man, I hope you’re ready for a rescue mission,” Charlie’s voice was a welcome surprise after what he had just been through. He stood up and gave him a nod before heading down the hallway with him. 

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Charlie leaned in Ranboo’s doorway silently, his phone tucked into his pocket with the microphone up. He held his breath, not daring to make a sound and risk Ranboo hearing him. Ranboo was awake, as evidenced by the way they hunched over their folded hands and spoke quietly down into them. They did not form full sentences, instead repeating a small handful of syllables over and over again. Charlie couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but it grew increasingly clear that whatever Ranboo was doing was difficult for them. They shook tremendously, and their voice would just stop at certain points. He had seen Ranboo doing this before, but when he tried to explain what their friend had been doing Sneeg simply couldn’t understand. After a moment, Charlie stopped his recording and stepped into the room, making sure his shoes tapped against the floor audibly. Ranboo practically jumped from his bed, shouting in surprise, “Agh! Charlie?” 

Charlie nodded before remembering that Ranboo could barely see him. “Yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you-” He pulled his usual chair up to their bedside. “I meant to drop in sooner, but I dunno, I figured you’d appreciate me here once the anesthesia completely wore off.” 

Ranboo nodded and smiled a bit. He still hadn’t properly smiled since any of them could remember, but Sneeg and Charlie couldn’t bring themselves to blame him. “I’m so sick of being put under, but everything’s been helping. One of the nurses said she’d even bring in a mirror and let me see myself.” 

“That’s nice of her, man… How are your eyes?” 

“They burn a little, but I can see more now,” Ranboo turned to look at him. “You have a new shirt,” They smiled a little as they continued to take in the image of their brother. It had been ages since they had even seen more than a silhouette, and the only thing they could have asked for was that Sneeg be there too. 

Charlie’s face lit up. “Yeah- yeah I did. The one you last saw me in was all stained, I had to get rid of it completely,” He explained quickly. “Sneeg’s out now getting some of his shopping done. How do you feel about getting some new shit once you’re out of here?” 

Ranboo nodded a little and closed his eyes. “As long as I don’t look like hell,” They ran a shaking hand through their hair. “How bad is it, honestly?” He looked back at Charlie. 

Charlie’s smile dropped and he shifted his weight where he sat. “Well, uh- there’s a lot of bruising right now, but you’ve looked worse. A lot worse.” He found his mouth was much drier than normal.

“What, like, covered in holes and blood?” 

Slimecicle nodded. “But it is better now though. You look like you’re in one piece again, even if you might have taken a real beating.” 

Ranboo let out a sigh and laid back. “Is it enough to not need a mask for Halloween?” 

“I think once it heals you’ll need one, but right now it’s pretty uh- pretty gnarly” 

“Eugh.” Ranboo groaned a bit. “There go my dreams of being a popstar.” 

“Oh, c’mon, you could- You could be like Hatsune Miku! Or Gorillaz!” He suggested, trying his absolute best to raise the other’s spirits.

Ranboo let out a pained snicker before laying back a little “Yeah, the next big hologram star, Ranboo Barely-Live,” 

“Yeah, exactly! When we get everything set up we’ll build you a recording studio and do promo-” 

“Charlie, I love you, but I think I would actually rather die than perform again,” Ranboo interrupted. 

“I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that … I was only kidding anyways, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” 

There was a beat of stagnant silence between the two before Ranboo spoke up. 

“What about Sneeg? How is he doing?” 

Charlie shifted. “He’s alright- Um- He’s been a little off lately though. I think he’s struggling a lot with nightmares.” 

“Really? I can’t imagine Sneeg having a nightmare…” 

“Yeah, he mutters a lot in his sleep. Sometimes he screams, too.” Charlie picked at a hole in the fabric of his seat. “I feel bad for him, I feel like he got it way worse than I did for sure. At least I don’t really remember what happened to me, I think he remembers most of it.” 

“That’s awful. Do you not remember, Charlie?” Ranboo sat up once more to look at Charlie whilst they spoke. 

Charlie stared into his hands. “Do you want the honest answer or the reasonable one?” 

“Honest. It’ll feel better for both of us.” 

“I don’t know. Sometimes I get these awful stinging pains all through my body and for a split second I think I might remember something but then it’s gone. All I can remember for sure is something about a cabin and Christian hell…” Charlie’s voice began to grow quieter to Ranboo, though he continued to talk.

Ranboo furrowed their brow a little and tried to process what Charlie was saying. The more they tried to focus on his words, the less and less they began to make sense. A sense of dread filled their body as well as a dull pain in the back of their head. They began to panic for a moment before pressing the button on their table that administered more painkillers. They muttered a soft “Lord forgive me.” They let out a sigh of relief once the dose had entered their bloodstream.  After a moment, a voice pulled them out of their mild frenzy.

“Ranboo? Ranboo what’s the matter?” Charlie leaned over him a little, as he’d stood up once he realized something was off. 

“What? Oh, yeah. I’m- I’m ok…” They lied through their teeth. 

Charlie gave him a stern look. “Ranboo. If something’s wrong we need to tell the nurse, or you could end up worse for wear.”

“It’s nothing- seriously, I just zoned out for a second” He shook his head and shifted away from him. 

“Zoning out doesn’t end up with you drenched in sweat and panting. Now what’s the matter? I can talk to the doctor for you if you want even.” 

“Charlie, it’s nothing, drop it. It just happens sometimes,” They stuck to their lie. 

“Fine,” He paused in frustration. “But if something happens and you end up being stuck here longer I’m going to say ‘I told you so.’”

“Sure, yeah, you do that” He turned his head away from the other and folded his arms. 

Charlie shut his eyes and took a deep breath, knowing full well that something was off but also trying to keep in mind Ranboo’s situation. He pretended to check his phone, not that Ranboo could see it, before standing up. He moved over to the other side of the bed. Ranboo turned his head again. 

“Ran, I’m leaving, Sneeg needs help with something. Please look at me.” He kept his tone gentle and forgiving, to no avail. “Ok, bye. I love you.” He buried his frustration and left the room, leaving Ranboo alone once more.

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AN: I'm so sorry this took so long! I've been so busy with band, school, and other obligations that I've either had no time or energy to write. I will say, this chapter is completely unedited so I'll eventually be replacing it with the finished version. I hope you enjoyed it, comments, likes, and reblogs are much appreciated!

#genloss #generation loss #genloss fic #generation loss fanart #gl!ranboo #fanfic #gl!charlie #gl!sneegsnag #gl!sneeg lives #gl!slimecicle lives #gl!slimecicle #angst #hurt/no comfort #still feel fic #still feel #still feel genloss

[pretty-amorphous-blob]

16

Hallucinations

Ranboo x reader platonic

Reader has horrible insomnia, ranboo has terrible anxiety, sorta hurt/comfort?

Tw: hallucinations, food avoidance, mental break, severe facial dysmorphia, generally terrible anxiety

Insomnia was slowly killing you, the burning behind your eyes breaking down the sanity you held so close. Scrolling through TikTok, Tumblr and YouTube until 4 am couldn't be healthy. Then again, neither is staring at your ceiling for 6 hours straight, chasing the dull throb of sleep.

You always felt tired, that was never the issue, the issue was the absolute refusal to sleep by your restless mind. Thought after thought, worry after worry would just tear through your head like a hurricane.

Sometimes it resulted in hallucinations, voices and shadows creeping around you like parasitic nightmares. Sometimes paranoia followed them, and you obsessively locked doors, and shut your curtains in daytime, while waiting for monsters to get you

Lovely times, honestly.

Your roommate had similar issues with anxiety. His came in the form of dysmorphia. Anxiety about his job and what it required of him ate him alive like maggots. You both knew it too. You'd find him not eating for hours, hiding behind a mask, and experiencing similar paranoia to yours. He sometimes would avoid mirrors for days.

You both came up with a system, to tell the severity of each other's anxiety or sleep deprivation. It ranged the rainbow, purple being good and red being close to "freaking the hell out man" as you once put it while standing in a chair swinging a boom whacker around at nothing

At the current moment, you were at a solid yellow, headed orange. You weren't panicking yet, but those shadows looked awful familiar.

You dragged yourself out of the accursed bed, and you stumbled to the kitchen, maybe for some Niquil or Advil pm. Anything for some sweet, sweet sleep.

As you tear apart the kitchen like a ravenous animal searching for food, you hear a small huff from the hallway. Ranboo.

"I'm so sorry dude, I'm like yellow headed to orange and I need sleep as soon as possible or I'm gonna start seeing shit again" you rambled out quickly looking at the figure apologetically

"It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway, also Advil pm is below the baking stuff," you looked at him questioningly, "don't ask me why, I dunno." He mumbled out rubbing his head.

"Great." You yanked out almost all the baking stuff and found the Advil, pumping your first in triumph "FINALLY, some sleep"

Ranboo walked over to you and put his head on your shoulder, bending some to accommodate.

"Can we watch something and maybe eat some food?"

"Boo, it is 4 am"

He shoots a glare at you from your shoulder "you know full well neither of us are sleeping tonight, so watch a show with me, okay idiot?"

You surrender, making pizza rolls and watching Avatar. Eventually your head winds up on his shoulder, and somehow you doze off, sleep overtaking you.

Ranboo would never tell you but he took the utmost care to be quiet when he streamed the next day so you could sleep.

#insomnia #ranboo x reader platonic #this definitely isn't a projection fic hahahaaaa #guys im okay i swear #but yall this is kinda fun #just writing #ranboo isnt okay #ranboo x reader #genderman needs a hug

[theraspberryler]

IRL Benchtrio Tickle Fic (creative, I know)

Welp, here you go! This is my first ever fic, and I’m actually kinda happy with how it turned out. 

Summary: Ranboo’s staying with Tubbo in the UK, and Tommy goes over to visit them. However, Ranboo ends up finding himself in a,, mood, of sorts. He overthinks the situation too much and ends up freaking out, but luckily, he’s got two awesome friends who are there for him! (hurt/comfort)

~This is a tickle fic! If that’s not your thing, then move on please~

TW - Panic attack, self deprecating thoughts, let me know if I need to add anything else

Ranboo had been in the UK with Tubbo for a couple days now, and the two of them have been having a blast, the pure joy and excitement of finally getting to see each other in person had given them the energy to keep going constantly over the past two days, with them doing multiple streams and other activities. They had decided to meet up with Tommy that day, planning to record a vlog for Tommy’s vlog channel, but the past nights of practically no rest had caught up to the two, and when Tommy arrived at Tubbo’s house and saw how exhausted they appeared, he insisted they take the day to rest. They could record the vlog later, it wasn’t a big deal.

Of course, Tubbo and Ranboo immediately protested, but once Tommy made up his mind he was a force to be reckoned with. Eventually they settled to spend the day relaxing at Tubbo’s house, no cameras, and Ranboo had to admit, it was pretty nice. The three of them hadn’t had the chance to just talk without the stress of cameras being in their faces for quite a while, and they all needed the chance to just mess around and act like kids. No need to worry about carefully choosing their words to avoid any discourse. 

Tommy was currently sitting in the chair at Tubbo’s desk, aimlessly spinning in circles as he recalled the events of the previous day, waving his hands around with an animated expression. Tubbo and Ranboo were seated on opposite ends of Tubbo’s bed, Tubbo laughing at Tommy’s over dramatic retelling of,,, something. Despite his best efforts, Ranboo couldn’t seem to pay attention to Tommy’s words. He told himself that he didn’t know what was causing his fidgety mood, but he knew he was lying to himself. 

Earlier that day when Tommy first arrived, he shoved the door open with his usual flair, and loudly announced his arrival. Obviously excited to see him, Tubbo and Ranboo rushed over to greet him. Ranboo had instantly gathered Tommy up into a hug and held him close. And despite the show Tommy put up of not liking Ranboo, he latched onto the other as well, though of course not without poking fun at the other for being so eager to greet him, and a few playfully exchanged insults. That had been great, the thought brought a smile to his face. The part that had Ranboo squirming in his seat right now, was the way Tommy scribbled his nails into his sides after not being able to come up with a witty comeback to one of Ranboo’s playful jabs. It was brief, and after laughing at the squawk Ranboo let out good-naturedly, he dropped it. But, it was more than enough to send Ranboo’s brain spiralling into a lee mood, which only intensified as the playful atmosphere in the room continued.

Ranboo had told Tubbo before about this,,, liking of his before, and he had responded with only positivity, and he knew deep down that Tommy wouldn’t judge him either, but he still tried to forcefully shove the mood down, still telling himself that it was weird, and that Tommy and Tubbo would surely mock him if he admitted to them how he was feeling. 

The only problem was, while Ranboo was lost in thought, the other two had noticed how unusually quiet he had been, and Tommy paused his storytelling, asking if he was alright. At the attention being turned to him, Ranboo froze up, and his nerves kicked in, but he still tried to play it off. 

“I-I uhm, y-yeah, I’m fine.” Ranboo cursed himself for his lousy attempt to reassure them, and the other two clearly didn’t buy it.

“You sure, ‘Boo? If we’re doing something to make you uncomfortable, you can tell us.” Curse Tubbo for being so damn sweet, and those big, worried eyes that were carefully observing him. Ranboo fidgeted in place, refusing to make eye contact with either in the room. He was silent, getting increasingly frustrated with himself. Why couldn’t he come up with a response? Why did he have to be so bad at social interaction? This is so stupid for me to get worked up about, just say something! 

As Ranboo remained silent, Tommy and Tubbo’s concern for him only grew, and Tommy pushed himself up from the chair he was sitting in. making his way over to sit on the bed next to him. Seeing how uncomfortable Ranboo seemed, they didn’t push him to talk anymore, and both shuffled around to sit on either side of him. Ranboo risked a glance to his side, and, catching his gaze, Tommy offered him a kind smile, slowly reaching out to softly grasp his hand. And, oh shit, Ranboo could feel that familiar burning behind his eyes, and he quickly pulled his knees up to his chest, burying his face into them. God, why were they always so sweet to him? He was getting so worked up and upset over a stupid mood, and couldn’t even manage to say anything to them! In his frustration with himself, the tears in his eyes began to overflow, and his breath hitched.

Tubbo pressed up closer to him, bringing his arms up to wrap around Ranboo, before he paused.

“Hey, ‘Boo, it's alright. Can I touch you?” Ranboo managed a nod at that, and Tubbo wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. It was a little awkward with Ranboo being so much taller than him, but the embrace still served its purpose and Ranboo melted into his touch. Tommy brought his free hand up to Ranboo’s back, rubbing circles into it.

“Hey, Ranboo, it's okay. We’re here. Breathe with me, yeah?” He hadn’t even noticed how his breathing had sped up, but he allowed Tommy to guide him through the panic attack, as he counted their breaths, in and out, moving the hand on his back up and down along with the rhythm. 

After a few minutes of counting and failed attempts, Ranboo had managed to considerably calm down. In that time, the three of them had managed to maneuver into a laying down position, both Ranboo and Tubbo practically laying on top of Tommy, nearly crushing him, but somehow, they were comfortable. After a couple more moments of them all breathing together, Tubbo broke the silence.

“Hey, ‘Boo, you think you could manage to tell us what happened? You don’t have to, but it would help Tommy and I be able to help you.” Ranboo took a deep, stuttering breath, before he opened his mouth to speak. His voice was rough and scratchy, but he pushed on anyway. 

“I-Its stupid, really. I was just in a certain, u-uh,, m-mood, and got frustrated with myself. I-I’m fine, really, I was just upset that I couldn’t say what I was thinking.” Tubbo caught on to what Ranboo meant by “mood” pretty quickly, Ranboo having told him about it before. Tommy still didn’t know what he meant by that, but pushed on anyways, and spoke up. 

“That's not stupid at all, not being able to say what you’re thinking can be really frustrating and scary. You did a great job just now, though, with telling us what happened, I’m proud of you for that.” Ranboo whined at the slight praise, though he couldn’t deny how Tommy’s words and reassurances made him feel better. 

Tubbo forced himself to sit up, stretching his arms and rubbing his eyes. 

“Why don’t we put on a movie? And, uh,, if you wanted to um,, do something about that mood, ‘Boo, we could. Or not! Whatever you’re comfortable with, I don’t wanna push you! We could just watch the movie!” Tubbo was hesitant to offer; not because he didn’t want to help Ranboo with his mood, oh no, he just didn’t wanna make him uncomfortable, or make him feel like he had to.

At the offer, Ranboo felt his face heat up. Wow, and to think that he could have just gotten that so easily. Ranboo pushed the mildly self-deprecating thought away, and shyly nodded in response, hiding his face in his hands. Tommy, still confused as ever, just watched their interaction, not saying anything.

Tubbo gently pulled one of Ranboo’s hands away from his face, offering him a reassuring smile.

“Is it alright if I explain to Tommy, ‘Boo? You know he would never judge you.” Ranboo looked away and nervously bit his lip, but nodded after a few moment’s hesitation, pulling his hand back. Tommy looked between the two, his confused expression growing concerned, both because he was worried this “mood” Ranboo was in was something bad, and because Ranboo had thought that he would judge him for it. Tubbo noticed Tommy’s concern, however, and was quick to set him straight as he guided Ranboo to lay down on the bed of his back. 

“Don’t worry, Toms, it's nothing bad. Ranboo explained it to me over Discord one night. I’m pretty sure he called it a ‘lee mood,’ which basically just means that he's in the mood to be tickled!” Tubbo didn’t miss the flustered squeak that Ranboo let out when he said the word, and smiled fondly at him, even though Ranboo couldn’t see it, since he was covering his face. 

Tommy, upon hearing that indeed nothing was wrong and this “mood” was something as sweet and innocent as that, instantly lit up. 

“Awe, Ranboo, that's so sweet! There's nothing wrong with that at all! You want us to tickle you, big man? Is that alright?” Ranboo squeaked again, and thought this just may be the most flustered he's ever been, but it’s not a bad feeling. Definitely not. 

He couldn’t even attempt to hide how happy Tommy’s positive response made him, and at the light, teasing tone in Tommy’s voice towards the end sent tingles down his spine. Unable to find his words, Ranboo just nodded in response, curling up slightly. He let out yet another squeak as he felt someone’s hands on his sides, unable to hold in his anticipatory giggles even though the hands weren’t even moving yet. He shyly peaked out from behind his hands to see who had placed their hands on him, only to immediately hide again as the other two cooed at his reaction. 

“Giggling already, ‘Boo? I haven’t even done anything!” Ranboo shook his head in response, his giggles heightening in pitch. 

“Dohohon’t tehehease!” Tubbo pouted playfully at Ranboo, not that he could see him.

“Awe, why not? It's fun teasing you, because I get to see your adorable little flush and hear your sweet giggles!” Ranboo only whined louder, causing both lers to laugh. 

Tubbo began to lightly massage little circles into Ranboo’s sides where his hands were laying, occasionally scratching his nails into the sensitive skin. Ranboo, his sides being a fairly bad spot and already being wound up from the teasing and anticipation, let out an embarrassingly loud squeal, arching his back.

“Whoa, did you see that Toms? His sides must be sooo ticklish!” Tubbo snickered. 

As much as he was enjoying watching Tubbo tickle Ranboo to bits, Tommy decided he was bored of just watching, and would find a spot as well. After a couple moments of consideration, Tommy fluttered his fingers over Ranboo’s neck, gasping excitedly at the squeaky giggles the spot produced. Ranboo shook his head back and forth and scrunched up his shoulders, still keeping his hands over his face. 

“C’mon, ‘Boo, stay still for me, yeah? It’s hard for me to tickle you when you’re moving around all over the place.” 

Ranboo still couldn’t believe this was actually happening, it had been such a long time since he’d been tickled, he honestly wasn’t sure where he was ticklish, or even if he was ticklish at all anymore. 

So when Tommy’s fingers glided over his ears by accident, even he was surprised by the shrill shriek that he let out. The sound startled the other two into stopping for a moment, and Ranboo felt himself flush darker. He was about to start apologising when suddenly Tommy’s fingers were back to his ears, tracing his nails around the shells of them. 

“Holy shit ‘Boo, I didn’t even know someone’s ears could be so ticklish,” Tommy giggled. 

“SHUHut uhuhuhup!” Ranboo’s plea fell on deaf ears, as Tubbo picked up his tickling at Ranboo’s sides. 

“No fair! How come Tommy gets the good spot?” Tubbo playfully complained, a childish pout on his face. Tommy let out his signature barking laugh, and stuck his tongue out at the other. 

“Sucks to suck, bitch boy!” Tubbo just huffed in response, deciding to try out a different spot; maybe he could find a spot worse than his ears. 

Ranboo would normally laugh at them and play along with their childish antics, but something about how they were talking about tickling him so casually was extremely flustering to him.

“Guhuhuys! NohoHOHO!” Tubbo’s fingers had pressed into the divots between Ranboo’s ribs, vibrating them in place. Ranboo threw his head back in laughter, his hands finally leaving his face to instead latch onto Tubbo’s wrists, though he didn’t push them away. 

Tubbo grinned victoriously, flashing Tommy a cocky smirk as Ranboo began kicking his legs out underneath him. Tommy just growled in response, immediately searching for a new spot. He experimentally squeezed at Ranboo’s thigh, being rewarded with another hiccup, but not much else. Tommy pouted as Tubbo cackled at him, narrowing his eyes at the shorter.

“‘Sucks to suck,’ huh Toms?” Tubbo mocked, eyes lighting up as he reached Ranboo’s upper ribs, causing Ranboo to let out a louder hiccup than the others and a squeak. 

Ranboo couldn’t even attempt to form proper words now, between how hard he was laughing and how flustered he was, and he was enjoying every second of it. After a bit longer, Tubbo began to slow down his fingers, allowing Ranboo to take a breather. 

As Ranboo began to recover, Tommy smirked as he got an idea. He gracelessly shoved Tubbo off of Ranboo, earning him an undignified squawk from the shorter, before he sat himself on Ranboo’s hips and unleashed all ten of his fingers along his belly. 

Ranboo jolted like he was electrocuted, not expecting the sudden attack, before snorting and falling into loud belly laughter. As Tommy crowed victoriously, Tubbo couldn’t even bring himself to be upset that he lost their little ‘competition,’ instantly cooing at Ranboo. 

“Awwe, does someone have a ticklish belly?” After a moment of violent thrashing, Ranboo went limp, and just accepted his fate. Even though he was laughing so hard his belly was starting to hurt, and he could feel tears prickling in the corners of his eyes, he couldn’t deny how good this felt. To be so carefree around his friends, not even trying to muffle or contain his reactions as he snorted and laughed to his heart's content. 

“NAHAHAHA- *snort* T-TOHOHOMS!” Tommy laughed as his name was called out, pulling his hands away from Ranboo’s belly, flopping on the bed next to him. Tubbo climbed back up on the bed as well, laying himself across the other two. Tommy grunted from Tubbo’s weight being added onto him, and pulled Ranboo into his arms, rubbing his back soothingly. Ranboo buried his face into Tubbo’s hair, trying to regulate his breathing. After a minute of comfortable (almost) silence and Ranboo’s giggling still hadn’t let up, Tubbo laughed, rubbing his shoulder. 

“You alright, Boo?” Ranboo nodded, his head falling back against the bed, taking deep breaths.

“Y-yeahahaha, I’m goohohod.” Tommy fondly rolled his eyes as the giggling still didn’t completely stop, pulling the two closer to him. Tubbo shifted around, wrapping himself around Ranboo, before relaxing and closing his eyes. The only two followed shortly after him.

“Softyinnit.”

“Shut the fuck up Tubbo.” 

#tickle fic #mcyt tickle fic #lee!ranboo #ler!tubbo #ler!tommy #ler!tommyinnit

[dr3amofagame]

au where c!dream is an enderman hybrid and that was the way how he became friends with ew!ranboo

yo!! this is such a fun concept, and i love c!endersmile with all my heart haha. have this fun ficlet (and sorry for the late ask) !

tws: none? i think. woah !!! :O

“Hey, Boo.”

Ranboo turns, chirping happily at the sight of the masked man behind him. Dream smiles softly, brushing his mask out of the way to expose his face as he settles to sit besides him.

He doesn’t look that good, if Ranboo is being honest. His face is pale, the undersides of his eyes mark with dark, bruise-like shadows. His smile twitches a bit at the corners, shoulders pulled up and tense. Ranboo watches him as he turns to look at the side, ears flicking absently as he continues to stare intently at Dream.

“What are you looking at?” Dream says, finally noticing his scrutiny, narrowing his eyes playfully with a small laugh.

“Have you slept at all?”

Dream’s smile falters, slightly, and Ranboo glares at him half-heartedly as he raises his hands in mock-offense.

“Woah! Give a guy a break, will you? I didn’t know I was going to be interrogated,” Dream looks away, the heavy sigh that falls from his lips immediately after betraying his lighthearted tone. Ranboo chirps again, indignantly, when Dream doesn’t offer an answer, and Dream huffs.

“No, I didn’t,” and there it is, Ranboo thinks tiredly as he hisses quietly in reprimand. Dream balks, clicking quietly in indignation as his ears raise, “Don’t give me that! It’s fine, really, I’ll sleep later. You worry too much.”

“And you’re an idiot” Ranboo snips back, thoroughly enjoying the way Dream makes a series of clicking noises instinctually, spluttering in his seat, and rather childishly decides to stick his tongue out at the other. Dream rolls his eyes.

“So mature,” he huffs, and Ranboo does it again for good measure.

“Ender’s lights, what am I going to do with you?” Dream smiles, reaching over to ruffle his hair while Ranboo makes a big show of unhinging his jaw and baring his teeth in rebellion. Dream finger combs through it, shaking his head as he does so. “This is getting long, you know.”

Ranboo shrugs. “I think I was planning on getting it cut soon.”

“Mm,” Dream sifts through the strands gently, and Ranboo purrs quietly at the feeling. “Whatever you want. I like it.”

He keeps combing through the locks carefully, and Ranboo relaxes at the feeling of the fingers easing through his hair, the calloused fingertips pressing lightly against his scalp and drawing soft chirps and purrs from his lungs. He vaguely feels it as the hands go from combing aimlessly to doing- something, bringing strands of hair together and pulling them taut, twisting together into something that feels complicated even as Ranboo’s head tips to his chest, brain going pleasantly foggy as he drifts asleep.

“Boo?” Dream’s voice cuts through the mist, turning into chirps and clicks of his own when he doesn’t immediately respond. “Did you fall asleep?”

“No,” Ranboo protests, his words losing significant weight when a yawn cuts him off. “M’awake.”

“Are you tired? Have you been sleeping enough?” Dream frowns, looking at him closer. “You better not be skipping out on sleep to hang out with me when your asleep side doesn’t know, Boo.”

Ranboo swats at him with his tail, getting a sharp yelp in return. “Hypocrite. How many hours have you slept in the last week, again?”

“That’s different!”

“Yeah, and I’m the Ender Dragon.”

Dream huffs, making a small chirruping noise as his tail moves from side to side. “You’re such a brat.”

“And you’re old.”

Dream whacks him lightly on the head, and Ranboo - unable to hold it back anymore - begins to laugh, starting with soft giggles that devolve into gasping, full-blown laughter when Dream’s composure similarly begins to crumble. They’re both a little sleep deprived, so it’s probably at least half out of delirium, but it’s nice to see Dream so relaxed, for once, so he doesn’t say anything further. After a while, when they’ve both calmed down, Ranboo settles back onto the palms of his hands, tail swishing gently behind him as he looks into the sky.

“It’s a clear night today,” he says after a moment, slightly awed despite how many times he’s looked into the same sky before. He reaches a hand up towards it, fur a stark white against the blue-black night. Deep inside his chest, something stirs in longing. “It’s a little like-”

“Home,” Dream chirps next to him, quiet enough that Ranboo only barely hears it. He smiles softly as he looks over before switching to Common, “The End.”

Ranboo hums in agreement. His mind swirls with half-formed memories, the gaps filled by Dream’s descriptions and his own imagination- a sky even darker and more vast than the one above them, spindly purple trees stretching up over islands of pale, porous rock, obsidian towers too high to see the tops of, bearing magical crystals as protection for the Dragon’s nest. He loves the Overworld, loves the home he has made here, loves the people - but some part of him, a shard lodged deep in his chest that burns cold at the sight of the sparkling sky above him, never quite stops pulling him home.

“Why is the End blocked off?”

He winces as soon as the question leaves his mouth; it’s something he’s wondered for a long time, but nothing he ever asked. From what he’s heard about the End’s Guardian, from Phil and Techno, and how unexplored the strongholds have been that he’s found, he’s got the impression that Dream is a little touchy about his heritage, or at least the place he came from. To his surprise, Dream doesn’t have any obvious outward reaction to the question, simply humming in that insufferable, noncommittal sort of way he does sometimes that makes it impossible to really know what he’s thinking about.

“I was worried, at first,” he starts, seeming to weigh each word before he speaks, “that it would be too dangerous. And then things here got messy, and I became worried for home, instead.” Ranboo nods after Dream goes quiet, sensing that the older won’t give any further explanation. He leans back again, looking up at the sky, when Dream suddenly speaks once more.

“I’ll bring you, one day, voidchild,” Ranboo startles a bit at the term of endearment, fur standing up in embarrassment. Dream laughs softly, the sound settling deeper into a purr. “After all of this, when it’s safer for everyone again. I can show you around.”

Ranboo smiles, a purr of his own rumbling deep inside his chest. “I think I’d like that.”

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Months later, Ranboo stands at the water’s edge, the skin around his eyes burning as he stubbornly refuses to let the tears within them fall. The area around the prison is as quiet and haunted as ever, the obsidian walls serving as a silent witness to his anger in the middle of the night.

“Liar,” he hisses, a traitorous tear slipping past and burning a trail down his face. Just as every time before, nothing shifts, no one comes; there is only the cold night air and Pandora’s Vault, here, to watch his grief. “You said you would bring me home.”

The wind whips at his face, blowing the water away and easing the sting. His voice cracks against his will as he looks down and away. “Who’s going to show me around now?”

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