#Michael the Zombie Piglin baby

[journeysfable]

Fun facts about Tubbo 'cause I'm so fucking happy he's on QSMP

Actually mlm. Like the cc Tubbo is actually mlm. He's mentioned having a boyfriend

He's actually really good at rp

He's known for liking bees

He can hack and really likes technical stuff. He also plays modded pretty often

Calling it now he's gonna speedrun breaking the rules

He was on the dsmp :( and the fandom was awful toward him :( not to the same extent as the openly queer ccs and women but yea his character only mattered because he was c!Tommy's best friend.

Speaking of dsmp, Tubbo has experience with getting extremely emotionally attached to fictional children. He and Ranboo adopted a baby zombie piglin, named him Michael, gave him a room, the fandom made art that they hung up in his room. Tubbo and Ranboo walked so QSMP could run /j The dsmp fandom is still talking about Michael_Beloved to this day.

[rozugold]

Ok ramble time

Ok imagine you’re Tubbo. You just got your distant brother figure and your bestie off that damn mountain, though not in the most ideal way (I will make those comics eventuallyyy)

But that’s beside the point. You saved your best friend! You did something right for once! Except sike! your best friend hates you now, and you kind of hate him too (you let him know as much) then you guys stop talking. Which is fine, i mean, it’s not like he was your entire world.

You return to Snowchester! It’s a ghost town, obviously. There’s a memorial of you, decorated with fresh flowers and dusty knick knacks. The flowers are from Ranboo, he’s pretty sweet. He’s also been the one to upkeep your town while you were gone. You hang out with them a lot, they’re the only one who sticks around these days. They’re pretty sweet.

You try to go back to doing the things you did before you died. There’s those nukes you never finished making, so you work on them. And you work on them. And you work on them. And you get nothing done. Your brain feels scattered and far away, it’s impossible to focus. So you give it a break, you can afford to. It’s pretty safe these days with Dream gone, you know because you keep tabs on everyone on the server. There’s some strange things going on here and there but nothing too concerning. You hang out with Ranboo more.

Ah fuck, you two find a baby. It’s a piglin, infected but not fully zombified as it has enough thought to run up to you two for help. So you take it back to snowchester and give it potions to stop the infection. Ranboo is worried it won’t work, you tell him it probably won’t. But you reassure him that if it doesn’t, you’ll take it back to the nether to let it “live” out the rest of it’s days. (Do zombies live?) Ranboo spends the night in your attic with the piglin. He’s pretty sweet. Regardless you tell him to not keep his hopes up too high.

Next morning, it worked! You “dub thee Michael!” Ranboo is relieved. There’s a kid living in your house now.

There’s a kid living in his house now. The timeline becomes unclear at this point since I’m still figuring it out. But now that Michael is in the picture Tubbo starts getting worried. He realizes he has no way of protecting him. Maybe the syndicate come visit Snowchester and that shocks him into thinking about the nukes again. And so Tubbo starts throwing himself into projects again. And it starts getting ✨bad ✨

Honestly, It’s been really fun figuring out how Tubbo deteriorates because everything is so internal with him compared to Tommy. It’s obvious with Tommy, you could see him visibly fall apart (think his exile skins, he stops feeding himself, he doesn’t care when he takes damage) But with Tubbo it isn’t so obvious, atleast not right away. Sure his eye bags get darker and he stares off into space for a little too long. But he still looks put together. (Habitable maybe. Or a learned skill.)

Maybe he eventually gets the nukes working but they’re not as successful as he wanted them to be and that guts him. He takes it as another failure. What if he’s just cursed? Is everything he cares about forever doomed to feel like holding water in his hands? What is wrong with him?

I’m gonna share a song and explain this next part using its lyrics because I’m so ILL over it, it’s the most di!tubbo song ever. Throw on …Well, better than the alternative by Will Wood 👍

Tubbo’s feelings towards Michael is complicated… He absolutely loves him to death but he’s really apprehensive about being a dad. He has this fear that he’s going to somehow corrupt Michael and or fail to keep him safe. So he ends up becoming emotionally distant from him and at his worst he gives him up completely to Ranboo.

I think Ranboo and Tubbo get married as a joke at first. But Ranboo continues to love him so unconditionally and honestly and Tubbo catches a crush, which is absolute HELL for him at first sjdhdj. I imagine him being arospec so this crush is a completely new and surprising feeling and he doesn’t know how to handle it. So he doesn’t, and keeps playing it as a joke even as their relationship develops.

Also the repeat of “everybody’s up on everybody’s business” is very fitting for describing the server. There’s things to be developed here I just haven’t yet… I’m just thinking about the possibilities like the egg, the syndicate, las nevadas… hmmm

This song is begging to be made into an animatic because I can imagine Tubbo screaming at Tommy during this part. He was just trying to help the best way he could… yet things still end badly, and everyone ends up hurt… di!clingy oh di!clingy, they’re such a mess. A bitter, angry, grieving mess. Wait ok i wasn’t planning on writing grieving there but then my next thought was “who are they grieving?” EACH OTHER. THEY’RE GRIEVING EACH OTHER. o(-(

Ok that’s it. Phew that was a lot of writing. Here’s some drawings for your time

[its-elvie-innit]

sunny and michael need to meet. for qsmp people who don't know, Michael was a baby zombie piglin that tubbo adopted with his tax benefit husband in the dsmp, he was an npc but also adorable and headcanoned/treated in-game as a very shy, bubbly, bright kid who was very kind and sweet. Sunny is like all those things shifted to the right, she's enthusiastic and bossy too, and I think it would be the greatest thing for them to pretend meet

[cryptidflow3r]

Michael sketch!

Didn't think my first post would be Micheal, but here we are!

He is baby, our favorite zombie-piglin 💜

Might dump a bunch of other sketches soonish, but I'm undecided. Definitely gotta draw beeduo soon.

I've got an idea for a little Tubbo and Michael comic, so if hands will decide to stop being the worst to draw that'll probably be posted soon.

[transbeeduo]

I think baby piglins crunch up netherrack to help them digest things bc their organs are still growing and also it helps their immune systems. So I think one day beeduo take michael on a day trip to the nether to help connect him with his roots and they see him eating what is essentially rocks and they're like MICHAEL NO

But also imagine michael meeting other zombie piglin children and beeduo negotiating playdates despite the language difference

OUHHHH I CAN SOOO SEE THAT zombified piglins’ organs tend to like. Struggle a bit due to being zombies and as such not working as good compared to a “normal” piglin’s would. So I can totally see that!! (Plus it really wouldn’t hurt Michael i’d assume) I could see Michael like, going outside to find rocks to eat while at home too!!

ALSO MICHAEL PLAYDATES YAYYYYYY LOVE ON THE MINECRAFT PLANET baby pigs playing + having fun + whimsical

[blonde-elf-gf]

I hope Michael the baby zombie piglin is having a good divorced Christmas

[boxofpockys]

I made Beeduo and Michael! It was so hard trying to make a baby zombie piglin, I had to get so much cc for these three

[mumza-superiority]

TECHNOBLADE GIFT EXCHANGE!!!!

wiiiitthhh 5 MINUTES LEFT OF THE NEW YEAR !!!! @jeanbean16 IM SO SORRY *)FHEOHIOICHU I WAS SPEEDRUNNING THIS BUT I HOPE U ENJOY

It was a slow day in the Antarctic Commune. The sun was hidden behind clouds as its inhabitants slept, granting them a few more blissful moments of sleep.

Well, everybody except a certain Technoblade, that is. 

He was out and about, gathering firewood, brewing potions, the like. Chat decided it’d be a great idea to wake up before sunrise to ask him his opinion about his favorite ice cream flavor. (It was chocolate.) He sighed, adding in a fermented spider eye into his already-concocted night vision potion, watching as it glowed atop the flames. A few minutes later, the eye fully dissolved before turning the potion a clear color, marking the newly-brewed invisibility potion as complete. 

Techno took the completed potion and put it into the chest. He walked over to the brewing stands and put a few more water bottles from the table into it when he heard the doorbell ring. He fixed his posture from the bent-down position he held while working with potions and went over to the door before opening it. 

Outside the door was none other than former president Tubbo and Ranboo, holding their kid. Now, Technoblade had no qualms about the zombie piglin child, seeing as they’d never met, but he wondered why they brought him here– Techno was known for not being the kindest to children, after all. 

“Ranboo, Tubbo, what a surprise. What’s goin’ on?” He asked, inviting them inside. He was on good terms with Tubbo after they helped retrieve Michael together, but Tubbo was still weary around him because of their past…incidents.

“Well, me and Ranboo want to go out with Tommy today, and we were wondering if you could, well, take care of Michael for the day? I’m so sorry, we wouldn’t have asked if anyone else was available.” ‘Hm. That’s something.’ 

Now, Technoblade couldn’t exactly take care of kids. They’re way too loud and energetic, and they run off too much for Techno to want to willingly take care of one for a whole day. But as the kid babbled happily, Techno couldn’t help but agree. He didn’t want to, but his instincts were shouting at him that Michael was a runt, he should be protected, taken care of, and he knew that if he didn’t agree, he’d be worrying and moody for the whole day. So he accepted, Ranboo thanking him profusely and telling him to “call me if he gives you any trouble, he loves mushroom stew,” and “we’ll be back by sunset, he should fall asleep by then” and “thank you so so so much Techno”  before Tubbo had to drag him off to go meet Tommy. 

Now he’s here, a baby zombie piglin sitting on the other side of the couch, staring into his eyes. 

Techno tried to ignore the child in his midst the best he knew how–keyword being “tried”. Right as he was about to shut his brain off and go on autopilot, he felt a tug on his pant leg. Michael looked up at him, his head cocked to the side in what was either deep thought or confusion. Techno couldn’t tell which was which. 

Eventually, Michael decided whatever he was thinking about and spoke. “Uncle Tech…Hungry!” 

Techno’s eyes widened for a split second before relaxing. Of course the kid knew Piglin– he was a literal pigman, for Prime’s sake. Techno just hadn’t heard it being said in… a long time. He hadn’t needed to speak it, either, so his Piglin was more than a little bit rusty. Techno had to admit, though, that Michael calling him “uncle” was kind of cute, even though Michael was saying it to him just because Techno is older. 

Still, it was his native tongue, so he knew enough and mustered up the courage to speak. 

“Do you want some stew, kid? I heard you liked mushrooms.”  He said, stumbling over a couple of words. 

Needless to say, the child was ecstatic. He jumped back–physically jumped back– and started to question him, stars in his eyes. 

“You know Piglin??” 

Techno lips quirked up in a soft smile. 

“Yeah, kid, I do. I’m from the Nether, you know.”

Michael’s smile only widened as he jumped up and down, his ears flapping happily.  

            “Is that a yes for the stew, Michael?” Techno asked, laughing. Michael nodded. 

           Techno grabbed some mushrooms from a chest and chopped them up, placing them in a pot with some water to marinate and make the base of the stew. As he was waiting for that to cook, he placed a stool on the floor. 

           “Wanna help me cook, kid?”  He asked. “I can show you how to use a knife.” 

          “But Boo and Bee told me not to go near those …” 

         “Eeeeeh, it’ll be fine. I know what I’m doing.” 

Michael laughed as he jumped up onto the stool. Techno placed a small knife in the kid's hands, guiding him to some onions that he had placed on the cutting board.  “Okay, so- you wanna chop it up into fine pieces, like this,” he said, taking Michael’s hands and cutting a few bits of the onion. He let go, and watched as Michael very slowly cut up the onion into (albeit larger than normal) slices. He didn’t hurt himself, which Techno is very grateful for. He didn’t want to sit through Tubbo yelling at him for five minutes about letting his kid use a knife. They gotta learn young, anyways.

[simplepotatofarmer]

there's a few moments that elicited an 'oh my god' of shock and vague horror or fear on the dsmp and i think a big one for me was when c!tommy pulled out his axe and threatened to kill michael underscore beloved right in front of the baby's parents.

like, i understand why c!tommy reacted that way, i really do, but it was such a chilling moment because you weren't sure what was going to happen. my heart was in my throat.

[thislilfecker]

ranboo is casually searching everywhere in the house

Tubbo: Hey Ranboo, whatcha looking for?

Ranboo in all seriousness: My will to live

MICHAEL walks, well, waddles into the room:

Ranboo is instantly calm and happy: Oh, there he is!

[novaandover]

thank you eret

[finchfairy]

Hello! Good Evening! Have a Michael/ baby zombie piglin mask I made for my little brother

I’m actually taking mask commissions as well (p.s not just for Michael, I’m open to literally almost anything) (dm me on here or on Instagram @ FinchFinchSketches)

[mcnotok]

^^^ my beloved

I really like my adult michael design

[amysensekai]

Michael playing :D

[memoryboy]

i find it really sweet how techno and phil took in an enderman and then ranboo and tubbo took in a piglin.

[cyans-stardust]

when will you learn 🙃 that your actions have consequences