#ctubbo angst

[bugflies00]

"watch out technoblade, tommy's angry at you" top 10 moments that killed thousands.

[productofaritual]

C!Ranboo using both they/them and he/him pronouns not because they particularly like he/him, but because c!Tubbo uses he/him and c!Ran was like "we can match! :D"

[mioakem]

dadschlatt is by far my favorite dsmp family hc and i feel like ppl don’t explore the possibilities of it enough

[hunnicakez]

Ctommy having a nightmare about exile and ctubbo comforting him but also feeling awful cause he was the one who had made the decision to exile Ctommy

When Tommy woke up, he wasn't expecting to be covered in sand. Where was he?

It took him a moment to realize exactly where he was. Oh.

He felt incredibly confused, why was he here? Wasn't he at home earlier?

—You've been sleeping for a good while, what a pity that all of that was just a dream, right?—

That voice... Tommy turned around immediately.

—Dream...what are you..—

—Have you forgotten? I'm your best friend, of course I'm going to be here—

Dream's mocking tone was sending the boy into hyperventilation. No way. He couldn't be back here. No.

No no no no no no.

—No, I was-... I was with Tubbo, at home, I spent so long away from this place.—

—Oh so you really think that you could escape?—

His eyes were dwelling up with tears. Had all his freedom really only been a dream? No, it couldn't be.

—Don't cry, Tom, you'll always have me, even if Tubbo blatantly betrayed you and stabbed you in the back, I'm your best friend! You are never alone, Tommy—

Tommy was horrified, so much so that his chest started to hurt and felt sick to his stomach.

Abruptly, he woke up. A scream coming out of his own throat breaking the calm silence in the room. He had barely a couple of seconds to turn to the side before he was already throwing up on the floor.

It was a nightmare. Right? It had all just been a cruel nightmare... Can't Dream just leave him alone once and for all?

His chest still hurt, and he felt dizzy all over. He couldn't help but break down sobbing.

Suddenly, the lights in his room turned on, Tubbo walking in, worried.

—Tommy-? Tommy! What happened? I heard a scream and- did you throw up? Oh my god, wait, I'll go clean that.—

The blond didn't even register anything of what Tubbo said. He simply kept crying and shaking on his bed. A couple of minutes later, the vomit poodle was gone, cleaned off by Tubbo, who was sitting on Tommy's bed, trying his best at comforting him.

—Shh... Shh... Everything is going to be alright... What happened?—

Tubbo asked, his voice as gentle as he could make it, softly caressing Tommy's head.

Tommy had clung to Tubbo, hugging him tightly as little by little his sobbing faded out.

—I... It was a nightmare—

Tommy's shaky voice made the brunet hug him tighter, wanting to comfort his best friend with all his might.

—I was back in Logstedshire, exile... Dream was there...—

It's all the explanation the younger could muster. Those words hit Tubbo like a bucket of ice cold water falling down on him.

Exile was all his fault. Completely his fault. He had basically stabbed Tommy in the back.

Tubbo felt like throwing up. To this day he could not forgive himself for such a thing, probably never will.

He felt horrible, hiding his face on Tommy's shoulder.

—It's okay... You're okay... Your exile ended long ago... You're with me now—

Whispered Tubbo reassuringly, maybe for the both of them.

Not too long after, both of them fell back asleep, still clinging tighter onto each other.

[tubzthelilbeeboy]

Here's some angst from my fucking crossover fic. Uhm! It'll come out whenever I'm ready to finish that shit anyways enjoy snippet but angst edition!

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"I thought you would love me forever!"

"I said death do we part and guess what! Your fucking dead! You've BEEN dead for FIVE FUCKING YEARS!"

Ghostboo freezes in place. They felt sick. Tubbo stared straight into their eyes.... He knew that they didn't like when he did that why was he.. Why was he looking? It hit Ghostboo like a brick that Tubbo had zero respect for him.

"You.... You left me."

"You aren't my husband anyway. Your overreacting. No one would ever replace Ranboo. Especially you!"

"THEN WHO THE FUCK IS THAT!" They scream, pointing into one of the many mansion windows at Fred. Tubbo looks at Fred and his face softens slightly. He sighs. "We can fight another time Ghostboo I have to-"

"IT'S RANBOO! MY NAME IS RANBOO! MY NAME IS RANBOO UNDERSCORE BELOVED AND I AM YOUR HUSBAND!" Ghostboo yelled as loudly as they could. Tubbo flinched and stepped back.

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And that's all ur getting :]

[endbie]

OKAY I'VE SEEN A FEW THINGS ABOUT C!TOMMY'S ADDICTION TO INVISIBILITY POTIONS BUT NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT C!TUBBO BEING ADDICTED TO DRUGS AS WELL?? Both of these kids GREW UP in a drug van. They grew up in a place built on self destruction and addiction. They find different ways of dealing with shit, different kinds of drugs (Tommy invisibility potions because, as someone else said, he wants to disappear, and Tubbo pufferfish, because he's been fed poison in colourful spurts his entire life), but it all comes back to the same root. Wilbur. The one who showed them that was a great place to start.

[imkazz]

tommy: lore stream that made me cry

*raids ranboo*

the screen we see as soon as it finishes loading: 

[tubzbeehive]

I love Tommy, truly I do. He's my best friend. A brother basically. But m so tired of people pushing me aside cause his trauma apparently matters more or something. I'm here too... :(

[kyyuis]

hey haha so did you know that in sad-ist's animatic "Hog Hunt" there's a frame where c!tubbo is standing on a stepping stool. haha .

so do you think c!schlatt gave it to him as a present? with a hearty laugh when c!tubbo wilts under his embarrassment; in the end, it won't matter whether c!tubbo hesitates on the first step or not. neither will save him from his fate.

a gift to say yeah you're young, but you chose this. you wanted to be here. you played your part of the mole and you played it like a child.

do you think the crowd knows? that every bystander he lays eyes on, all they can think is a wolf in sheep's clothing; a child in a man's place ? that, even in this position, he is underestimated and undermined?

[atrashmammall]

‘Sunday 13th November,

It’s been two hours, I think, the sun set a while ago and nobody has come by, I haven’t left the silo, it’s all my fault if only I had just I think jack hates me, I hate me I hate what I’ve done I knew I should have figured something else out if only he would have just, if only I could have just- nobody has come by, I don’t even know if anybody knows if anybody would even care, I killed my best friend and its my fault only my fault I could have done more I should have done more its my fault mine mine mine mine mine I need to be gone I cant do this without him its all my fault I did this me me me me me.’

  ‘Monday 14th November,

I’m not sure I can move its so cold and my legs are numb, and I can’t move there’s this weight on my chest and I’m stuck here, and I can’t move because its all my fault all mine all my fault I did this to him I killed him I should be dead not him this is my fault.’

  ‘Wednesday 16th November,

I’m so fucking sorry Tommy this was all my fault I’m sorry I should have never put us in this situation and I’m just really fucking sorry please come home Tommy I can’t do this without you please Tommy I’m sorry I’m so fucking sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry’

  ‘Saturday 19th November,’

  ‘Thursday 24th November,’

  ‘Monday 28th,’

  ‘Friday,’

Hello hello! New fic time!! This is chapter two of my clingyduo-centric finale fix-it fic, read more here!

[toobsthetubb]

The NLM ctubbo brainrot got me again

so I’m posting a pic of a sketch I made on Monday

This is it rn

This is of when I still hadn’t thought out the background and surrounding objects much

Thinking of what to add or change in it..

[sneefsnorf]

had a dream last night about cprimeboys so im an emotional wreck currently

[okapiverglas]

Blue met blue, the stormy recesses of sky cracked open to witness the empty sea speckled with froth. Only yesterday had the day been a startling void of light, the clouds much too thick. It was a day he'd thought would persist and flood an entire week with gloom and rain.

It only seemed to have swallowed one.

He managed a grin, it seemed as if at least one good thing would happen today.

Rain was so aggrivating- he could never hang out with Shroud whenever the transparent droplets splattered.

The spider would cower and shy away from any attempts at comfort whenver he heard that first drop of cooled liquid.

Something was wrong.

There was no Shroud, no black ball curled into his side or hanging from the dirt roof of his home that seemed to have vanished.

Then he noticed... them.

Collected in the corners of vision, ignored earlier for the glory of a bright sky, were worried? (Since when was anyone worried for him) people.

One of them absorbed his interest and shock immediately.

Niki, the woman who'd hoped his return to limbo, who only offered only sneers with no offers of the sweets that once been often donated to Tommy's gaping stomach, was one of them, concerned and letting him lie on whatever mattress sat beneath his limp body.

"Niki?" His voice wavered, slightly higher then it had been hours ago.

"Bossman! You're okay!"

And a Tubbo, face blank of burns, now owned his attention. His cheek was decorated with the same bee design that Tommy had face painted during their earlier days in the server.

He- he must've been in some sort of... fucking dream.

A dream. A taunt from his subconscious brain, that's all it had to be.

"Yeah..." his voice trailed as he noticed something... odd. "Where's Wil?"

"Who?"

He didn't hate the bitch enough to eradicate him from fucking dreams the last time he checked.

"The fish fucker?"

"The what?" And there was Fundy, Wilbur's son, as furry as he always was.

"Your dad?"

"I don't have one? Tommy are you okay?" The fox's fur seemed ruffled now that he'd gotten the chance to stare, more ruffled and tangled then Wilbur and his constant fussing would allow.

This dream seemed pretty detailed. He could even smell faint smoke.

He decided to shrug it off, thinking of it as a salty decision of his mind, still upset that Wilbur had left.

He decided to play it off, saying that he'd had a weird dream. Even though THIS was the strange concoction his brain brewed.

He noticed‐ as time passed without him being freed from this rather lucid state of sleep- that Niki seemed to fit the role of Wilbur, the dream apparently being a rather odd echo of the day L'manberg declared independence.

And then he went to sleep, within his sleep.

He didn't awake to his time, his reality.

He awoke still in this version of conjured reality.

Which made him feel iffy...

This was way too fucking realistic, too long, for it to be a dream... but he already knew the events that weren't dreams.

The ones with Wilbur were real.

When he pressed his concerns to the false replication? of Tubbo, he laughed it off. He told Tommy that he'd hit his head into a tree and had been out in a coma for almost hours, brought outside to see if fresh air could help- most likely obtaining memory issues Tubbo noted.

He also told Tommy that Wilbur was Tommy's old pet moth.

This dream was certainly wild.

But it wasn't a dream- lacking ones absurdity, and detachment.

It felt so real, much realer even the the life he left behind that had been sparked with that same absurdity he'd attribute to a dream.

Yet Wilbur was real.

The brother, the musician, the politician.

but now... Tommy wasn't sure.

Perhaps he was affected by that tree- perhaps he did lose his memories and his mind panicked and tried to replace them.

Perhaps... perhaps Wilbur was the dream.

But nothing was sure.

Nothing was real.

But everything seemed to be.

[tubzthelilbeeboy]

Me sitting down at my desk, turning up my sad music and loading up docs.

Time to write the most diabolical C!Tubbo angst again for my ao3 followers to enjoy. 🥰

[butcherihardlyknowher]

c!clingyduo angst 😢

ctubbo is my favorite insect

[bugflies00]

FOUR YEARS OF GREAT CTUBBO ANGST LETS GOOOO!!!

lets all kill ourselves fr fr