#Ranboo MyBeloved

[negativepeanuthoarder]

It doesn't hit nearly as hard as 'Ranboo Live MyBeloved-WasTaken' but it'll do

[metfell]

Late night writing

[darkeninganon]

Ah, more Gream (Ghost Dream). He’s hanging out and trying to remember stuff! Trigger warnings for: implied trauma, implied death, implied torture, triggering oneself (Gream trying to remember what happened), minor cursing. Read at your own risk!

Gream smiled, tossing the small emerald around. Today was going to be a good day, he could feel it. Tommy and Tubbo had agreed to let him wander around Snowchester, but told him he had to stay inside the walls. That was fine. He had asked, obviously, and then learned Ranboo had told them about... The Warden. A shudder ran through him. The ghost paused for a moment to recover, before resuming his pacing and throwing of his little emerald. When the two teens had learned about that visit they both got nervous and started talking in hushed voices, whispering something to each other while looking at Gream to see if he could hear. He didn't care to listen, whatever secrets they had he was fine with, they'd protect him... right?

Another shudder ran through him. Okay, no, he couldn't think in questions. Tommy and Tubbo would protect him, and so would Ranboo. The three teens were so nice to him, and apparently they had been friends before he... before whatever happened to him happened. Gream still wasn't clear about that. Shaking his head, the ghost left his room and headed out of the mansion, kicking up snow as he explored the tiny country.

Country. For some reason, that word in particular left a bitter taste in his mouth. Probably left over from seeing whatever happened in L'manburg. He really needs to ask someone about that. He was a citizen there, right? Or, maybe he lived somewhere else and was just friends with the people that lived there? Surely he fought against the monster with his friends to protect their home, even if he didn't live there.

"Maybe I didn't fight... Maybe I was already gone or captured by that time..." Gream hummed, crossing his arms and staring intently at the ground as he tried to think. What did he remember before he died? He remembered...

"hey there Dream! You ready to give me what I want?"

"Just... Stay over there! I'm not..."

"Okay, you're doing this again?"

"No! No, no, no, no! I...I just- I'll die if you keep this up! You don't have to visit! Please!"

"Ew. God, you're as gross as a bug now."

"Sam... won't let you- Sam! Sam please! ---------'s going to kill me! SAM!"

"Holy shit! You're so fragile like this!"

"Oh Dream, I said I wouldn't visit anymore... Well, I can't visit if I never leave!"

"You... You're a monster..."

"Look who's talking! A monster calling me a monster! Oh you have no idea."

"Please! Please stop! Please... Just leave me alone... Please."

Gream gasped, falling back. He sat in the snow, hyperventilating. When had he closed his eyes? Why couldn't he remember that guy's name? Why did he call out for the Warden? What did he know that that the man with the gold tooth wanted to know?

The ghost looked down, snow melted away exposing dead, dry grass turned slimy and foaming from acid. He needed to calm down. He couldn't keep burning things from getting mildly frightened.

"Dream?!"

The ghost froze. No... no, no, no, no. This could not be happening. Gream turned, slowly, terrified of the voice calling out for him. Gream stared at the masked face of the Warden. "S-S-Sam?" his voice cracked, the puddle of melted, acidic snow around him growing.

The Warden stayed still for a moment, as if surprised by Gream's presences. The Warden seemed to suddenly snap out of it, shoulders squaring as he strode towards the ghost.

Gream ran.

"Tommy! Tommy! Sam's back!" Gream could hear the Warden running after him, chasing him into the mansion as the ghost called out for his friends. "Tubbo! Help! Ranboo! Someone!" Gream slipped on the floor as he took a turn, hoping to lose the Warden in the maze-like house. "Stay away from me!"

"You're going back to the prison! I don't care that you're a ghost!" Sam yelled, managing to stay upright as he chased the prisoner. Supposed to be prisoner. He was gaining too, almost able to reach out and grab Dream...

Until an arrow hit him in the leg. It wasn't enough to prevent him from running, but it did make him stumble. Sam spun around, taking out his axe, ready to kill whoever had just stopped him from re-capturing his only prisoner. "Tommy?" His axe fell as he was confronted with the Tommy and Tubbo, the latter holding a loaded crossbow while the former held a bow.

"Get out Sam."

"Tommy you're... why are you protecting..."

An axe suddenly slammed into the ground right next to Sam, shocking him enough to make him stumble. A static noise filled the space, and Sam had barely enough time to block with his shield as the axe swung again. Ranboo glared at him from the opposite side of the Warden's shield, particles buzzing about as Ranboo glared, looking more like an enderman than his normal self. "Get. Out." Ranboo growled. Literally growled. It barely sounded like English. Sam shoved the teen, bolting out of the house and through the tunnel.

He had to tell Quackity... fuck it, he had to tell the whole server. Dream was a ghost, and pretending to be like Ghostbur to stay close to Tommy, manipulate him and kill him over and over again; and possibly hurt Tubbo and Ranboo, all just for the fun of it. The server needed to be warned.

Ranboo glared at where Sam had been. He was still pissed. His dear, sweet, easily spooked particles buzzing around in agitation. Shared agitation. Tubbo came over, placing a hand on his cheek.

"Relax big man. Everything is okay now."

Slowly, very, very slowly his anger faded. His mouth seemed to vanish as he nuzzled against his platonic husband's hand, static fading to a gentle purr as the little purple particles wove between the two, cooing in a language only Ranboo could understand.

Gream watched, approaching the teens slowly. He watched the little particles floating between Tubbo and Ranboo, each one moving freely around the duo. As he got closer, they all seemed to take up a defensive stance between him and Ranboo. At least, most did. Some floated over to him, circling around his head.

"Is this a trick?"

"Surely he's manipulating our beloved!"

"I don't trust this."

"Poor, poor little ghost."

"You monster."

Gream grabbed one, the rest scattering back to Ranbbo. The half enderman perked up, looking toward the ghost. Gream cupped the little thing in his hands, staring at it.

"I'm not scared. Ranboo and Tubbo can be scary."

"Yeah... I suppose all three of them can..."

"Wait..." The little particle floated up from his hand, weaving around him as it spoke "you can understand us? Well, that makes sense. Too bad you have no memories."

"Why is that bad?" Gream asked, following the little thing with his gaze. The little thing stopped, as if it had just been pacing and was only now facing Gream.

"Because... We all have questions that only Dream can answer."

[evilfarmin]

Divorce #5

[goldenpixel]

Do you think c!George teases c!Sapnap about being a grandpa? Cuz I do

[20000birds]

congrats to Ranboo on 50k subs! I still can’t fully believe it.

Also I need to draw Somebody Else for once but he simply will not let me cause he keeps being too cool not to draw. shame.

pretty proud of the ceiling cracks in the background! 

[eternal-biblioteca]

This is the post that made me get a tumblr /pos /srs

like i know he said hes been planning it for a while but im just imagining ranboo seeing ppl kind of blow up the other day from tubbo just announcing hes dating someone and sitting there sweating and shaking with his phone in his hands like "i need to one up him. i need to do something to one up him he cant have all the clout. i need to make the internet Explode" and by god he did

[maagee]

Ah yes, the boreal boys, the richest people on the server:

Techno "I have all combat items neatly organized in my inventory so I can use them easily, otherwise it's just the bare necessities" Blade

Philza "I have all the useful tools and free inventory space I would need to tackle any situation and I always keep track of everything" Minecraft

and Ranboo "I make my hotbar as disorganized as possible on purpose to annoy the people who complain about it >:)" MyBeloved

[terrible-leviathan]

I'm just thinking about Ranboo "Mr. I can charm/talk my way out of any convo and make it beneficial for myself" MyBeloved being married to Tubbo "Mr. All I need to do is say please and I'll immediately get it" Underscore

[metfell]

ranboo dump ranboo dump!!!!!!!!

[gogyismydaddy]

Every month we get our daily crumb of found family and we cherish it like hungry racoons in a trash bin. In November we got grandpa philza to grandson fundy, in December we got the bedrock bros, January we got dadschlatt vs captain sparklez as tubbo’s dad, in February we got ranboo gets adopted by phil and techno, and now in March we have michael underscore mybeloved. I wonder what’s next but in the mean time I’ll take these uncle techno fanarts before he pulls out the orphan obliterator

[evilfarmin]

TUBBO AND RANBOO AND MICHEAL BUT THEYRE THIS

He is the birthday Michael :)

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

Connor “I want to cure mortality so I don’t lose all my friends to death and become lonely forever” EatsPants vs Ranboo “No one should have that kind of power to resurrect people because it will just enable villains to continue the cycle of chaos in this server forever” Mybeloved FIGHT

[negativepeanuthoarder]

Ranboo's last name is 'MyBeloved'

I found another s.bi fic my ex and I wrote in 2021 will keep you posted if anything interesting happens :3

[honeyore]

ranboo has stated that c!ranboos full name is Not “Ranboo MyBeloved” so i will no longer be taking anything ranboo says as canon

[bing0boing0]

Similarly to how Tommy’s canonical name is Tomathy Careful Kraken Danger Innit and how Tubbo’s is Tuberculosis Underscore i headcannon that Ranboo’s name is literally Ranboo mybeloved saysstuff.

Their names are all stupidly ridiculous and I love it