#also tubbos eyes are gold now

[foolbohalo]

Tubbos wings are white as snow with tips to represent the gold, the wings opposite as phil, Tubbos wings just growing in, phils old and damaged, tubbos wings grown to support his team, Phil's wings broken saving another team

Tubbo being mama bird to the golden geese

They are his little gooslings, his kids, Sunny's siblings, he will protect them as a good mum should

Phil is bolas's father, papa bird, he protected them and got them to FIGHT

Tubbo and Phil are yin and yang

You decide who is who

[goosewizard]

it is the second time ranboo is hiding an eye from tubbo, and he forgot how terrible he is at it. they managed to keep it a secret for this long, though, so he can't stop now. they know his preferred eye size, managed to find out his preferred ring size without causing too much suspicion (they think), and today is the day. tubbo should be home any minute now.

oh, they're gonna throw up.

everything is going to be perfect, it has to be. he's rehearsed what he's going to say, how they're going to kneel, even practiced putting the ring on with michael (who is being the best little secret-keeper right now), so it's going to be fine. it's tubbo, how could it not be?

the door unlocks and ranboo promptly drops the box he'd been fiddling with.

he dives after it (quite heroically, one might say), forgetting that he is very tall and the floor is very far away. they land pretty hard on their shoulder but manage to keep the box from view of the door, which opens just in time for ranboo to gain some additional bodily harm as sweet michael all but tramples them to greet the man at the door.

scratch that. the bastard at the door.

because tubbo is doubled over cackling, wheezing something about family guy while he watches ranboo struggle to their feet. they should really reconsider marrying this guy. not even a ‘hello’, a ‘how are you’, an ‘are you ok’, this could be serious, tubbo could seriously be planning their demise. marriage is a lives-long commitment, ranboo can't just pick some guy who's gonna axe them for the insurance money. the guy in question scoops michael up and spins him around while the toddler shrieks in delight.

yeah, okay, plan’s still on.

speaking of, michael is whispering in tubbos ear prime dammit. ranboo suavely (read: panicking) plucks their kid out of tubbo's hands with a haha kids these days amirite and shoos michael off to play. they turn around and tubbo's smirking. aw man. he strolls up to them, grinning ear to ear saying darling, dearest, what is this plan that michael tells me about in that tone where he knows exactly what plan they have. ranboo groans as tubbo dances around them, going awww ranboo you like me so much you want to co-parent with me forever awww with that same shit-eating grin because he knows he's right. the situation would be more frustrating if ranboo wasn't head-over-heels for the man (literally, as of about a minute ago). they suppose he never explicitly said that the secret was to be kept from tubbo. hrm.

welp, cat's out of the bag and tubbo's not gonna get any less insufferable about it, so he may as well just do it. ranboo looks tubbo in his eyes (he's wearing one of the first ones they made for him) and steadily gets on one knee. tubbo's being very composed, but his little goat tail's going a mile a minute. it offers ranboo a sense of relief. its tubbo, and with any luck, it'll always be tubbo.

they begins their speech, only stumbling over their words a few times and keeping easy eye contact with tubbo for the duration. when they get to the part with the ring and almost drop the dang box again, tubbo laughs harder than is really necessary, giddy about the whole thing. they're both smiling hard when ranboo asks tubbo underscore, will you marry me? for real this time and opens the box.

not to brag, but they really knocked it out of the park. inside the box is a simple and sturdy copper ring with a honeycomb pattern etched in. there is also an eye, made of quartz and diamond with a netherite pupil shaped like a heart.

tubbo honest-to-prime squeals and drags ranboo in for one of those kisses where it’s all teeth because they can’t stop smiling. he says yes, of course. the ring is on in an instant and tubbo dashes to the nearest mirror to put the new eye in, asking a million questions about how much this cost and how’d they sculpted it like that and if he can have one of lapis or amethyst next. michael trots over to the commotion and is promptly scooped up by tubbo who tells him michael youre not going to be part of a broken home anymore. ranboo points out that the home in question was never broken in the first place, which his fiancee (!) ignores.

as he watches his husband-to-be show off his ring and eye to their son, ranboo thanks whoever is up there that this is who he gets to spend his days with. to have and to hold, to bicker over flowers and colors, in sickness and in health, in war and in peace, theyll be together, ranboo and tubbo, against the world.

part 1 | part 2

[bleue-flora]

Was gonna do everyone, but I'm feeling lazy so here's what I got so far for the playdate au character details:

Name - Make Believe Name(s) - Age - Favorite Color - Physical Appearance - Other

Phil - Philza, Dadza - 16 - dark green - greenish blue eyes, gingerish blond hair - when he decides to go outside and play with the kids he tends to wear a silly looking striped hat (mostly though he tends to stay inside and text his girlfriend, Kristen)

Wilbur - WilburSoot (or also Ghostbur, Revivebur) - 13 - Blue - pretty fit and tan (because he’s on the school’s swim team), tall and lanky, brown hair and eyes - almost always wears his colonial style hat and when it’s cold enough his favorite yellow sweater

Sam - Awesamdude, Sam, Sam-nook, The Warden - 12 - green - naturally light brown hair he dyed green, brown eyes - has glasses, wears yellow tee-shirt and green cargo pants that he fills the pockets of with all kinds of handy tools and things, including rocks that he loves to collect, has a fake ruby necklace he loves to wear as well as his crown

Clay - Dream - 11 - lime green - green eyes, dirty blond hair - as he’s autistic he wears comfy clothes only like gym shorts and soft tee-shirts for example and hoodies when it’s cold enough (he will not be caught dead in jeans), used a paper plate with a smile on it to jump scare Tommy once and now it’s his Dream aesthetic

Luke - Punz - 11 - blue - bright blond hair and blue eyes - has a gold necklace he never takes off, his ears are pierced with some gold studs,, his favorite outfit is his ripped black jean shorts and white tee-shirt

Alex - Quackity - 10 - Red - dark brown eyes and black hair, kinda more short stubby - him and his family are mexican, tends to wear classic dark blue and black and doesn’t mind getting dressed up for the occasion, always wears a beanie though, carries a pack of candy cigarettes he pretends to light with a lighter he found, tends to carry a deck of cards and his dad’s old pocket knife, knows a little more than a kid should, has a little scar over his lip from falling face first that Techno turned into a whole lore point

Alexander - Technoblade - 9 - red - blue eyes and dirty blond hair though he tried to dye it an edge red to be cool and it turned out pink instead - he loves to wear his red cape and crown all the time, someone once called him a pig because of his pink hair and after that he added pig ears and nose to his Technoblade look, he also often is seen riding his stick horse steed named Carl, he has glasses that George often steals

Mark - Ranboo - 8 - purple - brown hair, green eyes and super tall and lanky - entire wardrobe is black with lots or variations of black and white, often see with sunglasses and face mask on to be mysterious and of course his crown

Nick - Sapnap - 7 - Orange - brown eyes and unkempt hair that’s just long enough to be annoying that he keeps out of his eyes with his white ninja headband - favorite outfit is black athletic shorts or pants with a flame themed shirt, when it’s cold he’ll wear the same shirts just with a long sleeve black shirt underneath, often carriers around a katana and pretends to be a stealthy ninja

Karl - Karl Jacobs - 7 - purple - light brown hair and blue eyes - when it’s cold he loves to wear his iconic hoodie, he wears lots of fun colors and patterns like the stereotypical stylish gay guy, he has a old stopwatch he likes to carry around

Thomas - Tommy, Tommyinnit - 6 - red - blond hair, blue eyes, tall (for his age) and lanky - likes to wear khaki and that two toned classic tee-shirt, often see with red bandana around his next like some western outlaw and appropriate red devil horns

Toby - Tubbo - 6 - green - bright blond hair and blue eyes - Niki gave him bumble bee barrettes he wears to keep his bangs out of his eyes, he’s very attached to his stuffed pig, can be found wearing cuffed jean shorts or sometimes overalls

George - Gogi - 5 - light blue -  brown eyes and messy hair - always carries around his mushroom patterned blanky, likes wearing his favorite iconic blue shirt and jeans

Current families developed in age order:

Dream, Techno, Sapnap, George

Phil, Wilbur (and surely Fundy needs to be the youngest)

Purpled, Quackity, Slimecicle

Punz, Vikk and Lazar (4 year old twins)

(Ya know based off appearances alone maybe Tubbo and Tommy should be twins?…)

 Others TBD...

[le-tiny-tato]

YALL IM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS

Got into Epic:The Musical and now All I can think about is a DSMP AU of it

Odysseus-Tommy

Penelope-Tubbo

Athena-Techno

Poseidon-Dream

Polyphemous-George

Circe-Quackity

Zeus-Punz/Sapnap

Ares-Jack Manifold

Aphrodite-Niki

Apollo-Badboyhalo

Sirens-Egg

Hephaestus-Warden Sam

Hera-Drista

Calypso-Revivebur/Dream

Aaeolus - Phil

Telemachus-Michael

Hermes-Slimecicle/Ranboo

Polites-Ghostbur

Lotus Eaters-Schlatt

Tiresias-Eret

Eurylochus-Fundy

Anticlea-Kristin

Ithaca-L'Manberg/Snowchester

Explanation under cut

Ok, 2 things

1) this is based specifically off of the musical, cuz the actual Odyssey doesn't line up as nice and I haven't read it recently enough to adjust my characters

2)fuck cc!Will Gold, I'm stealing his characters for myself

ALRIGHT

Tommy - Odysseus

Doomed Protagonist, everyone likes to beat up that wet cat, made some stupid mistakes and never stops paying for it

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Tubbo - Penelope

In a platonic way- they are each other's reason to continue living as well as Tommy's loyalty to Tubbo

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Techno - Athena

a mentor figure that helps, then abandons, then helps again when their mentee is suffering alone - grew attached? When said mentee was young and deemed worthy of their loyalty

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Dream - Poseidon

Main thing preventing him from going home, for a reason that was due to a decision that meant no harm in the grand scheme of things, unjustly petty bitch

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Gogy - Polyphemous

his house is equivalent of Polyphemous's eye, something that was meant as an action that meant no harm, that Ody/Tommy can never seem to make up for to the point where the punishment doesn't match the crime

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Quackity-Circe

the whole Puppeteer motif and protecting others on his little island by any means necessary via Las Nevadas - his nymphs are his employees and the city itself for the most part - also the feeling of doing something right, even through cruelty in the sake of expected justice (butcher army) - also his want to kill pig man

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Punz/Sapnap-Zeus

I feel Punz would be an ace Zeus - all of ThunderBringer, the final judgement call, swayed based on loyalties at the time and sides with Dream for reasons of "Ody/Tommy needs to be slapped around" - Techno is more powerful but Punz fits the personality more imo

I just realized Sapnap also fits really well and is a bit of a brother figure with Dream, but more willing to compromise with Tommy being around. He also is way better fitting with his anger issues, and is also has more ummm... Zeus-like motivations. I think the pride issue would also fit better, but he isn't nearly as powerful as Punz is at the time of the Exile-Prison arcs that I have this AU taking place in.

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Jack Manifold-Ares

the pissy nature about Tommy/Ody being a coward who he believes acts for purely selfish reasons when that isn't entirely the case, the need for violent action

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Niki-Aphrodite

less sexual - more platonic love based

I'm mostly basing this off God Games, and how Aphrodite is

1) paired with Ares, and is the less violent between the 2 but one of the hardest to convince that they should help Ody/Tommy

2) focused on Ody/Tommy betraying mom/friends for what are perceived as selfish reasons

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Badboyhalo-Apollo

Apollo singing about how the sirens were cut down is the same as Badboyhalo being against Tommy for not obeying the egg

Also by the interpretation that Apollo is apathetic to Odysseus's fate in God Games - Badboyhalo is primarily apathetic towards Tommy except for when he has to do with the Egg

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The Egg-Sirens

the egg has siren abilities that Tommy is immune to but (as least in fics) goes a long with for "plot" lmao - Tommy also partially lead to the defeat of the Egg through Church Prime - using faith in a god against Siren powers

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Warden Sam-Hephaestus

Using Prison as a similar setting to Ogygia (trapped with only an abusive partner)

The armory/builder character, part of his song in God Games is about sacrificing Ody's cohort similar to how Tommy sacrificed Ghostbur - both leading to/right after being trapped in prison/Ogygia

The needing to reforge trust but ultimately allowing a rescue under the promise of improvement

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Drista-Hera

(changing from Puffy to Drista cuz I like the idea from @wlwdwtys better!)

Drista would be a lot more passive towards the hero's fate, similar to God Games Hera. She easily has the powerful backing that Hera does and could likely be persuaded quickly with knowledge of something (Dream abusing Tommy/Ody staying loyal).

Whether or not Drista and Dream are siblings in this AU is up to interpretation, tho because Drista is a minor during the Dream SMP, her Hera wouldn't be engaged with this Zeus(Sapnap) - I think they would be more spiteful besties

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Revivebur/Dream-Calypso

Revivebur and Tommy don't have the exact same dynamic (brothers? Vs One-sided lover) but the dynamic is similarly abusive and done by someone isolated for numerous years given a chance at companionship from someone who can't really leave - seeing that companionship as more object than person

I think the Prison would be the equivalent of Ogygia since Tommy's entire time in prison it was just him and Dream separated from the rest of the world. So in that case Dream is Calypso, as he also has that "more object than person" view of Tommy

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Phil-Aeolus

God of the winds, the winions are chat, "keep your friends close and your enemies closer", both helpful and not, apathetic in the lighthearted way

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Michael/Ranboo-Telemachus

I'm leaning towards Michael for things like Legendary and the mentorship~ish/aunt vibes with Athena thing. I think Michael would have had a lot of stories of what Tommy achieved, especially since when Michael was first properly in the narrative, Tommy was technically dead. Argos is Michael's Chicken.

As for Ody's want to see Telemachus as a motivation for returning home, I think that matches Ranboo more, as Tommy doesn't really know Michael for most of the DSMP

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Slimecicle/Ranboo-Hermes

I'm going under the belief that this story starts during the initial leaving for Exile.

Hermes is helpful but mostly indifferent to the true fate of Odysseus. Slime fits the chaos vibe that Epic!Hermes brings to the table more, but Ranboo was more of a helpful indifference during exile.

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Ghostbur-Polites

Fuckin dies /j

But really, it's the positivity of seeking to greet the world with Open Arms - and honestly doing so really successfully because they are really likeable

There is also a connection of the Lotus Fruit to Blue

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Schlatt-Lotus Eaters

As I am starting the story at the start of the exile arc, Schlatt is already dead. The equivalent of the lotus fruit is booze lmao

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Eret-Tiresias

First of all, he is kinda tied to the underworld and is a holder of history on the server. She has the look of a prophet with her eyes, and probably enough gossip to predict the fates. I think people also usually went to Eret for advice and wisdom to an extent, though I can't really remember.

Tiresias is a part of the age old "don't shoot the messenger" party that the Greeks liked, which means he has to be a very neutral party. Eret - after the first death of L'Manberg, became one of the very few true neutral parties on the server.

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Fundy-Euryloclus

Both Fundy and Tommy in canon were similar to brothers (Eury and Ody are brother-in-laws since Eury is married to Ody's sister)

Fundy also committed acts of betrayal (burning the L'Manberg flag & acting as a spy) that Tommy didn't learn about until the end when they were no longer close (if ever)

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Kristin-Anticlea

Suggestion from @charlybvnny

Kristin would also work even with the "death goddess" esc characterization because she could be waiting to see her son return to the underworld! But for this AU let's say she's just a spirit who died after the first destruction of L'Manberg or something

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L'Manberg/Snowchester-Ithaca

I was originally imagining L'Manberg as Ithaca because I wasn't sure where else, but I like Ithaca better! (Suggestion from @charlybvnny)

I'ma make it so in this au that Tommy knows about Snowchester prior to his Exile, as the more positive fate of Snowchester is way better than what is left of L'Manberg. It would be a mash between the loyalty Tommy feels to L'Manberg and his active part in building Ithaca, and the setting of Snowchester.

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Suitors?

Any thoughts on the Suitors? I can't think of any characters that really match them, so I'm open to suggestions!

[wandering-aloneo-o]

hi, i'm wanderingalone! you can call me any variations of that, or ace works too!

i like things and stuff, and also do stuff and things occasionally

i'm an avid halloween, plants, and goofy things enjoyer! if you like any of those, you're automatically cool in my book and get a free googly eye

[insert googly eye png here]

(or a gold star if you want that instead. i'm fine that you don't want a googly eye. that's fine. im not hurt or anything. im fine about this.)

i occasionally do stuff (im not lying. i do do things. sometimes. i promise im not lying.)

buuuut i also don't want to take up too much space with those things and stuff and stuff and things, so now i will be inserting a break gap extend button thing (wow, so cool!)

i am aroace and use any pronouns!

here's a list of my little sideblogs that have some little things:

@th1ng2: a place for videos and photos ive taken

@a-whole-lot-of-things: i talk about all the silly things i like here, could be music-related, media-related, project-related, fandom-related, basically anythingilikeoraminterestedin-related

@yeahilikesomethings: a sideblog which serves the sole purpose of being a place where i reblog Every post i like (don't quote me on that) (started on june 16th, 2024)

i'm also in sideblog with everyone, but so is everyone else, so that's not saying much

i also may or may not run an updates acct. who knows. not me. and certainly not you. and its definitely not @tubbo--updates

(i also have like 2 or 3 sideblogs that are just username holders or short-time gimmicks of sorts, so those aren't really important)

now it's time for some important/cool/noteworthy things. yippee!

tags:

og - original posts from me :D (WIP)

MyArt - self-explanatory, it's just my art. art i've made. that it

MyMugs - the famed mug collection

5 Good Things - a list of 5 good things that happened in my day

honorable mentions posts:

2020 and why its BAD

the dream creatures (i love them sm :))

This Exchange with @fullofgenderandstressed and @justanotherhumanbeing which i still chuckle about when i think of

This Thing which resulted in my first (i think??) youtube short debut (Here)

likes/fandoms/etc:

plants, sleeping, music (Two Door Cinema Club, James Marriott, McCafferty, Destroy Boys, The Wombats, La Roux, Los Campesinos!, Crywank, The Royston Club, Good Kid, Lorde, Feeder, Mother Mother, Akine; indie, 80's, rock, and a whole bunch more) (if you have any music recs pleasepleaseplease share them with me i loooove expanding my music taste), animals (shoebills are cool af), halloween, rain, and a whole bunch more that i can't think of atm :D

Stranger Things, Dead Boy Detectives, MCYT (Tubbo, Nihachu, some Jack Manifold, Tommyinnit, Hermitcraft, and the occasional other things sprinkled here and there), The Haunting of Bly Manor, Criminal Minds, Coraline, a bit of Star Trek and Marvel, and other random things that sneak in there now and again

i currently have a growing mug collection and vinyl record collection, which i may share at random times if i really feel like it, i also write and draw things occasionally which is pretty fancy pretty cool imo, i also normally have my tumblr set up in pumpkin theme from april 1st to december 31st for funsies (gotta love that halloween spirit) And i'm making wind chimes out of old glasses lenses for funsies :D

anyways, i think that's all for now, i'll probably edit this every now and again, if you've made it this far i hope you're having an incredible day/night/time, remember to do that one thing you've been putting off, and here's a spinning cat as a reward for getting through all this! (also here's your Daily Click reminder if you haven't yet!)

last edited october 28th 2024

[gingersp1ce547]

ok it’s jojoever i have brainrot now i need to assign stands to every qsmp eggs

ramon : Killer Queen - bombs + cat what more do i need to say

Chayanne : Pearl Jam - Just making extremely good food

Tallulah : Hermit Purple - Thorns design that reminds of Rose

Leo : Purple Haze - Color matches + rabid dog vibes

Sunny : Emerald green - using jewels to fight is perfect for her

Empanada : Paisley Park - don’t have an explanation, em just gives me yasuho vibes

Pepito : Bohemian Rhapsody - go make spider-man real king

Dapper : Gold experience - gruesomely killing your enemies with your knowledge of living creatures is such a dapper thing

Pomme : Sex Pistols - go my little sniper queen

Richas : Heaven’s door - Perfect for an artist with a taste for fofoca

Dude i saw the word sex pistols in the context of stands my brain went “part 5? PART 5!” Like a dog hearing its name being called so im more than happy to brain rot with you bout all of this!

-killer queen is so perfect for ramon. If he had it during the election arc, fit would have to have stopped him form making foolish a speck of ash on the floor after he arrested tazercraft

-chays fits so well from a symbolic, “stands are a reflection of ones soul” perspective too. Like even though he’s a warrior, at heart he the main thing he cares about is taking care of his family though both physical protection and just general wellbeing. Such a good pick for him

-Hermit purple is such a good pick with tallulah. Im imagining phil sighing as he pulls out another camera for her to destroy before they eventually start having super cheap ones on hand for that exact purpose

-Listen i see purple haze for leo, i get it i can see the vision. But my fugo loving brain refuses to let go of what purple haze means for him as a stand symbolically and wants to give it to q!cellbit EVEN THOUGH WERE ONLY TALKING ABOUT THE EGGS.

Anyways in context of only assigning stands to the eggs 100% i think she should get out purple haze, but if were talking about everyone i also think born this way would be a really good fit for her and i cant quite explain why outside of the vibes just mathcing in my head

-sunny would so be besties with emerald green. Like tubbo would have to not only give sunny stuff but also it. I can totally see her giving it a nickname and its own room and stuff

-Your so right about empanda having yasuho vibes. Something about the crypticness of the power of paisley park coupled with all the shit both the characters have been though mashes really well together

- Bohemian rhapsody is so fucking funny for pepito. Especially because like idk if youve ever read any jojo’s fanfics but theirs this really good one called chimera were long story short the ascended version of dio from eyes over heaven goes to another universe and just fucks with the dio their by basically forcing him on a part jumping self-betterment arc? Anyways during it the author had the reason ungalo’s life became so shit was because he accidentally used his stand to make the story of holes come true with him acting as the main character and now every tine i think about that stand i cant not think of that.

But anyways him and roier would abuse the fuck out of his stand and it would in fact be hilarious

-As a giorno lover, dapper is so giorno coded. He would be so fucking unstoppable with that stand even without it being its requiem version. I can so see him using it to fuck with his dad for funnsies too.

-Pomme would be so sweet to the pistols too, she would make sure they get the best treats. I think at first she would struggle with keeping them in line but with etoiles help she would be the perfect balance of stern and sweet.

-richas with heavens door would be the absolute worst. Like the biggest menace ever. He would use it on his parents to make it so they could never give him a bath again and then they would have to find a work around for what doesnt count as bath but still technically got him clean until their able to convince him to reverse it.

[needlebeetles]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Tubbo says one final goodbye to Michael

Small snippet of writing about this scene below the cut

Ever since Baba had gone away and Michael was brought home, Dad slept in bed with her. To make sure no one else came to take her away again, he said. Even though it meant he had to go to bed on time, Michael liked the new sleeping arrangements. It was warmer with another person around, and the new nightmares weren’t as bad when his Dad was right there, so Michael could look at him and know he wasn’t in the obsidian box again like the dreams told him.

Since Dad couldn’t fit on Michael’s old bed, they had to move to a new one, in a new house. This house was bigger, and had a rug with Baba’s face on it. Michael never asked, because Dad never answered, but they thought Dad had moved them to the new house also because it had pictures of Baba in it, so they didn’t forget what he looked like. Baba had memory issues, and they took pictures of everything to keep in a little book.

One of Baba’s siblings showed up sometimes. They were tall like Baba, and had the same skin markings and tail, but their face was different. The skin was droopy, like the little red flaps on Michael’s chickens, and the eyes were…mushy looking. Like dough. Also, they wore a sheet on their head. So, if they were like Baba but not Baba, they must be a sibling. Michael had siblings out there somewhere, although they had to go away after Michael got infected. They’re pretty sure Baba’s sibling is named Ghostboo. Because of the sheet, maybe.

Sometimes, Ghostboo would sneak into her room in the Baba Rug House, and show her shiny things like Baba used to. Rings that were too big for her, gold necklaces to nibble on, stuff like that. It was fun, but eventually Dad would come back, and Ghostboo would fade away.

Baba’s friends also visited sometimes, although it was only when Dad was around. One of them was a grown piglin, and for the first few visits, Michael had stayed away, lest their missing eye be noticed. Dad told them the piglin didn’t care though, and so Michael started playing with him. The other friend smelled too much like death.

Tonight, it was only him and Dad. They had read stories together after dinner, and now it was time for bed. Michael walked his way to the bed, accompanied by Dad, who weirdly, was not dressed in his pajamas. When they reached the bed, Dad picked them up and set them on top of it, but did not climb in with them.

Confused, Michael crawled to the talking device taped to the headboard and pressed out a question with his hooves.

“Dad come to bed?”

Dad sighed, and lifted up the covers for Michael to slide under. “Not tonight, Michael,” he said.

“Why?”

“I’ll tell you if you get under the blanket,” Dad responded.

Michael wriggled under the covers, and pulled them up to his chest.

“I have to go do something tonight,” he started, “I’ll be back soo—I’ll try to be back for you. You’re going to have to go to sleep alone today, and maybe tomorrow. Techno and Phil are going to be around, and you can call them from the bed if you need something,” Dad paused, “they’re Baba’s friends, remember?” Michael nodded her head.

“They’ll be there for you while I’m not.” Dad reached out his hand and patted Michael’s back. “Goodbye, Michael. I love you.”

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@sixteenth-day-event This was a lot of fun!

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Maybe the adventure is the family that we made along the way

by ECL1P_S3 (Lumi09)

Who pissed in this guy’s breakfast?

Too busy counting the correct amount of gold, Tommy doesn’t see the way the warrior stiffens, eyes going a little wide. Not until he looks up to give the man his change does Tommy also freeze.

He’s staring at him like he grew two heads. It’s the first time the man is even looking at him.

Then the man’s eyes are narrowing. “What did you say?”

Shit fuck, fuck shit. He didn’t mean to say that outloud.

Tommy gapes and his eyes dart around before landing on the window and the scenery outside. He’s now just noticing that the man rode up on a horse. “I said.. It’s a beautiful day outside,” he says with a slight wince.

Words: 7250, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson | Philza, Kristin Rosales Watson, Mentioned Tubbo - Character, Mentioned Nikki, Mentioned Jack - Character

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, TommyInnit & Kristin Rosales Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Kristin Rosales Watson & Phil Watson | Philza

Additional Tags: this got stupidly fucking long, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Family Fluff, TommyInnit Needs a Break (Video Blogging RPF), Tommy is a NPC backed by the most powerful people in the land, he be OP as fuck, angst is there for like. a second. a blink and you'll miss it, i had no clue how to end this..sooo, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade are Siblings, Adopted Siblings, WDYM TECHNOBLADE DOESN'T HAVE AN EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED TAG, Emotionally constipated Technoblade, Wilbur is there !!, Good Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Winged Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Immortal Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), there's lore and plot. i didn't even want lore and plot., Goddess of Death Kristin Rosales Watson, Deity Kristin Rosales Watson, Protective Kristin Rosales Watson, BRO she saw tommy and was like: yeah this one mine bitch-, guys this is all over the place i-, i forgot to mention, NPC Tommy, Adventurer SBI

[i-amtransexual]

HELLO HI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELLO.

It's finished I am done I am so tired and so so happy about this fic. Happy new year's @finalcontrolroom you were my gift recipient, i hope you like it! This is my gift fic as a part of the @mcytblrholidayexchange ! Tumblr version below :D

"Oh trust me," they snarled, finally standing up from where she had been sitting, xer cheeks slowly starting to return back to their normal temperature, "If I had wings I would be significantly more proficient in using them than you ever could be."

"If an incompetent as shit twat like you ever gets wings, I'll do whatever you want for a day." Tubbo said, glaring.

Ranboo scoffed. "Oh bee boy, don't go promising me something so tempting so easily," she snarked, leaning in real close and failing to notice Tubbo's shortening of breath. "I'd find far too many ways to ruin your life for good."

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Ranboo is so whipped for Tubbo, except she isn't, she really isn't, xe definitely hates him. Tubbo is head over heels in love but has to play along, because at least that way he gets to talk to her. Also, it’s new years and Ranboo has no idea what that is! Shenanigans shall ensue.

Author Note.

Heyyyyy sooooo *looks at that romance tag* gotta be honest not at all where I was heading with this. Was just gonna have o!Ranboo going on some silly little adventures with the theme of new years, do a bit of worldbuilding and maybe have a little bit of o!beeduo/r in the background, as a treat. However, as always, they have taken over my brain and o!Ranboo the glorious light of my life that she is, is now gonna be going on a  little trip down romance lane. Did I manage enemies to lovers? Probably not, never written it before! Hope it kinda applies though? This is getting very long, down to the point.

Hello my giftee here is the fic i have written for you. Mainly o!beeduo, i too adore o!sneeg but i could not do him justice as the main character so he had to have a smaller role i’m afraid. To make it clear, Ranboo is transfem, uses she/xer/they,  and i love xer.  Tommy uses she/him, Tubbo uses he/him, him and Tommy are both transmasc, because wahoo why not.

Hope you enjoy!

It was Sunday, and Ranboo was having a nice catnap in the sun, her tail lazily swinging back and forth as she leant against the entrance of xer cave. She heard the glow berry vines rustle above them as the wind breezed lightly into her home, and a berry fell into their claw. Surprised, xe examined it. It was a perfect specimen, skin firm, yet not tough, glowing a soft gold as all glowberries do, and with the scent of the sparkling alcoholic drink Phil was so fond of. She popped it into her mouth and let the flavour of sweet and sour wash over xer, as a popping feeling enveloped her tongue.  Their eyes were closed, and they let out a contented sigh as she savoured the smell and the taste of a glowberry perfectly in season. It is a truly wonderful moment in a lovely day, and nothing could possibly ruin it. 

Ranboo's lovely day was immediately put to a halt as she heard the frantic buzzing of wings quickly grow louder, and she opened her eyes just in time to see a panicked bee hybrid crash into her, xer crown toppling off and his goggles clattering to the ground. The both of them groaned from the collision, Ranboo attempting to raise a claw to rub her sore head, before finding to their annoyance it was tangled up in the arms of the incredibly beloathed Tubbo.

"You absolute imbecile!" she said to him angrily, arm stuck wiggling as Tubbo tried and failed to stand, before he fell onto xer again. "What good are those wings if you cannot even use them?!"

Tubbo frowned angrily back at her, his face a furious red as he tried to untangle himself from the glow berry vines he had crashed into, causing fruit to rain onto the two of them. 

"Don't fucking blame me, 'princess' " he said in a mocking tone, causing Ranboo's own face to heat angrily. "The wind changed and it being a bitch is hardly my fault. Not like you could use wings better than I could, dickhead."

Ranboo chose not to take offence to that last insult, instead preferring to fixate on Tubbo’s challenge, not that he meant to frame it as one. 

"Oh trust me," they snarled, finally standing up from where she had been sitting, xer cheeks slowly starting to return back to their normal temperature, "If I had wings I would be significantly more proficient in using them than you ever could be."

Tubbo, kneeling on the ground, still goggleless as Ranboo fixed her crown with a huff, ignored the redness of his cheeks and the pain his knees were in and simply shot back with,

"If an incompetent as shit twat like you ever gets wings, I'll do whatever you want for a day."

Ranboo scoffed. "Oh bee boy, don't go promising me something so tempting so easily," she snarked, leaning in real close and failing to notice Tubbo's shortening of breath. "I'd find far too many ways to ruin your life for good."

At a standstill, Ranboo finally noticed the now rather crushed flower garlands Tubbo had been carrying.

"What are those and why did you decide to come break them in my cave?" xe said, trying to keep her tone annoyed but accidentally letting a bit of curiosity seep through.

Tubbo looked down and cursed the strangest string of words Ranboo had ever heard, leaving her to decide it must have been a word in Apiarian, rather than Universal or Ender.

"Pissine n shettning n böllez," Tubbo muttered under his breath, gathering the broken garlands in his arms. As he used his left arm to fix his goggles back on his head, he searched with his other three to find a specific garland.

Hesitantly, almost shyly, Ranboo thought, he held out one of the garlands to xer, one that was mostly intact ,with alliums, white roses and pink tulips being held together by twine.

"Phil suggested I give you one, it wasn't my idea" Tubbo made sure to blurt out first, and Ranboo rolled her eyes as she reached and plucked it out of his arms. They spun it around, viewing it from every angle, yet for the life of her xe couldn't figure out what it was. 

"It's to celebrate for new years," Tubbo said, one hand rapidly fidgeting with his belt, the others straightening the garlands out. "Since you're new, Phil knew that you wouldn't know about our tradition in the valley, so he told me to make one for you."

Strangely touched, Ranboo tried to say thank you. However, it got over-thought about a billion times before it reached their mouth so instead the question of "What’s new years?" came out instead.

Tubbo stared at xer for a while, thoroughly puzzled before she snapped at him, embarrassed,

"Look, if you're too unknowledgeable to tell me I'll just go ask Tommy instead, since clearly she's smarter than you."

Whether Tubbo was offended by the insult of Tommy being smarter than him, or if it was the (unlikely) fact that he knew Tommy would tease her much more for it than he would, he answered her. 

"Well, we celebrate the end of this year, and the start of the new one. We all kinda have our own personal traditions around it, and Tommy at least is very serious about his week of worshipping prime, but it's mostly just about reminiscing and looking forward to things."

Before Ranboo could ask more about why the year was ending so quickly, or what Tommy's week of prime worship was about, Tubbo flew off and she was left with more questions unanswered.

Just out of listening distance, Tubbo collapsed to his knees out of breath, and cursed Wilbur to the top of the mountains and back for pushing him into the north wind and in the direction of one very pretty, and very scary, Ender princess. 

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"Tooommmyyyy" Ranboo called, her voice echoing off of the marble walls, as they carefully avoided the water rushing down from the ceiling. Xe was met with Wilbur, who silently and violently shushed her, before he turned back to his place in his seat and folded his wings out, keeping his eyes closed and hands held out in front of him. 

"What scam is this weirdo trying to trick me into today?" she thought, before his tail pulled her into the seat next to him. About to shout at him, Ranboo was stopped by Wilbur whispering "Just copy my posture and I'll explain once we get outside."

Very, very, hesitant, Ranboo followed suit nonetheless, and slowly xe became attuned to every noise in the building. The rushing of the waterfall was now less deafening, as each breath she and Wilbur took whispered through the room. The sound of feathers took them by surprise, and she quickly squinted one eye open to see Tommy emerging from the door at the side of the very front of the room. Feeling Wilbur's presence next to her, they shut xer eyes tightly and waited. 

Tommy, with much pomp and ceremony, looked around the room and was absolutely delighted to see a whole second person in her church to prime. Barely containing a squeal, he rushed back into the sideroom, and picking up two more of his grandchildren, she returned to her slow walk down the aisle to the only two people attending his ceremony. 

Ranboo was told she could "Open your eyes under the blessing of prime, hi Ranboo you lanky bitch hurry up hurry up hurry up look at this," and was greeted with a chicken wiggling in one claw, and a warm egg in the other.

Wilbur nudged her, with a chicken and an egg also struggling to balance themselves in his hands, and confused, she nodded at Tommy and said her thanks in time with a smirking Wilbur. Beaming, Tommy bent to kiss both the eggs, before grabbing the two chickens and stuffing both of them under each arm. She waddled up to the front of the room, and holding on to the prime symbol around her neck, he began his speech.

"Today, on the first day of the last week of a year graced by the presence of me, and blessed by many subscriptions with prime, every person is granted An Egg." Tommy's grin was stretched wide, and would have been contagious had Ranboo not been wondering why he had capitalized those last two words in speech.

"I thank you for your promise to subscribe with prime, as you all have, by volunteering yourself to care for this egg until it's last moments. Your newfound parenthood is a symbol of the birth of the new year that is to come, and I hope you are as excited to look after this child as you are for the new year. Gertude and her many grandchildren thank you for this service, and I thank you for your forever promise to care for my great grandchildren. I hope you all make me a very proud grandfather, little ones!" Tommy called, face filled with joyous rapture, before she turned heel and strode out the side door. Ranboo sat with the egg in her claw dumbfounded, before Wilbur rolled her eyes and pulled xer outside.

"That," Wilbur said to answer her as yet unasked question, "Was the first day of twitch prime week. It's Tommy's thing she does during our new years celebrations, and i'm normally the only one that goes along with it." Wilbur smiled at her, and Ranboo was struck by how genuine it seemed to be. 

"I think he was really pleased there was a second person actually there today, even if I did force you to be there." Ranboo nodded, looking closely at the egg in xer hand. 

"What is this for, exactly?" they said, gesturing to it. Wilbur laughed. "Weren't you listening?"

She bristled, ready to insult him into the next week, (or rather next year, at this point in time) but he saw the look in xer eyes and hurried along.

"It's from one of Tommy's chicken in the fucking army she seems to have bred them into. We're supposed to look after the chicken until the end of the first week of next year, then we give it back to Tommy so he can continue to have a ridiculous amount of chickens. It’s not at all a traditional prime thing, but seeing as Tommy is the only person who believes in prime that i know it’s not like i’m the expert"

Ranboo was absolutely terrified at suddenly having to care for a new life, but Wilbur was completely fine. "You don't really have to worry about it though, most of the eggs Tommy's chickens lay end up as the eggs for cooking. See?" Wilbur held his out into the sun, his hand still in the shade,  and Ranboo could see the faintest shine of yellow on the edge of the shell. "Yellow means it has a yolk, not a chicken, inside. Almost all the eggs are yellow."

Ranboo seemed torn between asking what colour her egg was, and waiting to see what Wilbur would do with his egg. She didn't have to wait long, as Jack Manifold was seen cresting over the hill and Wilbur took the chance to fade into the ground.

"Ayup Ranboo!" Jack called, and Ranboo raised a claw in greeting.

"Good noon, Jack," they said, deciding to stow the egg in her inventory for the moment. Jack nodded at her. 

"How's your new years coming along?" he asked good naturedly, planting his feet firmly in the ground, a well enough distance away that his blaze rods wouldn't accidentally catch xer hair on fire, again.

Once more, here was this unknown and terrifying "new years" that Ranboo did not at all understand. Tommy had prime, Tubbo had his weird flower things and yet neither of those explained to her what this one cohesive new years thing was at all. And, well, when xe didn't understand something, she had to fake it till she made it.

"My new year's is coming along perfectly, and far better than yours ever will," they sniffed haughtily, and internally breathed a sigh of relief when Jack seemed to take no outward offence.

"Perfect, ay? Already? You better look out for when it goes wrong, because perfect is a hard place to fall from," he said good naturedly.

"I'm gonna go drop by Niki's for a bit in the afternoon, but otherwise let me know if you need help recovering from your "perfect" new years," he laughed, giving them a wave and walking off.

Ranboo stayed just long enough to watch Wilbur pop out of a tree and crack his egg over Jack's head, where it began to sizzle and burn ferociously, before they teleported back to their cave to find a warm, safe place for their egg.

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"Ranboo!!! What's up!" A new day, a new morning had passed, and now at 12pm Ranboo was greeted with a very loud, and a very tipsy, Sneegsnag right in her ear. Wincing, she plucked him off her shoulder and unceremoniously dropped him to the floor, after she had properly ascended the ladder and crouched through the doorway.

"Good to see you Sneeg," she replied, sitting on the ground next to the tiny table that he had set up.

"Raaaaaaanboo!! Helo!" Fundy also greeted xer, a jug of mead in hand and his cheeks somehow redder than usual.

Ranboo, though still unsure why any being with a brain would choose to intoxicate themselves in such a way that their body and brain were poisoned, for fun,  was glad that they had chosen mead to drink, as it had the least unpleasant smell of all the alcohols she had thus far encountered.

"So since everyone here seems to be carried away with this “new years” thing" xe said, shaking a few leaves out of her hair and barely avoiding hitting her head on a lower hanging branch, "Will the two of you care to explain what tradition this is?"

"Well," Sneeg and Fundy began, before they both glanced at each other and burst into drunken laughter. As Sneeg’s fork accidently got flung against the room and planted itself into the trunk near her head, Ranboo wondered why she had bothered to come over.

"There was a realm i came from" Sneeg started, before snorting and having to start again. "Called RLcraft, and Fundyyyyyy, joined me once or twice."

"You were bigger then," Fundy shouted, for some reason, even though he was but a few feet away, "Old age has made him shrink already, itty little bug boy."

"Dude, shut the fuck up."

Ranboo sniffed, pretending to turn up her nose at the unsightly behavior of the two, but secretly they found it very entertaining, and were planning to take notes. For completely innocent purposes of course.

"Hey RANboo, did sneeg ever tell you, about the time we fought a… a what was, a tower guardian?" Fundy was thoroughly drunk, making his words slurry and blurred together but this question intrigued Ranboo.

"We were drunkasshit, then too," Sneeg remarked, the middle of his sentence an incoherent mess of sounds.

Ranboo decided to simply watch the two as they bantered back and forth, listening with great interest as they reminisced. Sneeg, for all she knew was a capable and devious little guy, apparently also had a lot of experience surviving in one the most dangerous servers known, or "realm" as he incorrectly labled it.

"Youknow," sneeg yawned, "I used to do this every year with my buddy Union, before i fucked off to here."

"The blue guy?" Fundy asked, barely awke.

"Bitch, I'm the blue guy. But yeahhhh," a large yawn, "it'sa pretty good newyeard tradition. Always fun tryig to fight a sea serpent when you’re not so-” a giant yawn,”sober."

"Raaahn… boo. what're you do for new year's?" Fundy's question shook Ranboo out of the quiet contentment she had been sitting in, and she pondered the query for a while.

"I guess the closest ender holiday that's equivalent to the "new years" celebration, is The Great Sleep," Ranboo said, eyes taking on a far away look. "A year in the end seemed to last about 7 or so of the years here, so I guess that's why I was so surprised when it was drawing so close so early."

Tubbo, who had been heading to Sneeg's to ask if he had any wax he could use, slowed down as he heard her voice and quietened his footsteps, before he paused just outside the entrance.

"It sounds kind of ominous, but it wasn't, really." She said, with intense longing in her voice. "After 7 years guarding us, well, the current dragon always got very tired, you know, and they deserved a break. So, a long time ago, we established The Great Sleep. The ruler would announce that The End was to go into a period of rest, and that they would begin the Change Over, and once they awoke, the year would begin once more."

"So, the dragon would go to sleep, in a special area where time was frozen for them, and the ruler, in my case my mother, would take their place for at least 7 days, but normally no longer than a month.  We would always hope against hope that, of course, no overworlders would try to come and challenge us during that time, but the void always seemed on our side during The Great Sleep."

"Since coming up here, I have heard tales, at least from Phil, of the luck for an end raid always being especially bad every 7 years or so, of ender eyes breaking at an alarming rate, the stronghold being deep underwater, or surrounded by lava, of having no eyes at all left in the portal, of the room being nigh impossible to find. During The Great Sleep, I could never stay at rest for longer than a day or two, so I would spend every night watching through the portal in the temple, my mother circling the portal to the overworld, looping through the towers and I watched in fascination. For there are no other endariens or endermen on that island during The Great Sleep, and she would always seem so very alone."

Ranboo sighed, and Tubbo wished that he could give her a hug, but fear of being found out held him back.

"Normally by day 6 or 7 or so, the rest of my family had joined me, and at least by the 10th day most of the rest of the empire would have woken. But we weren't allowed to leave our homes to see others, or to party or celebrate or worship even. We could do all that in our own homes, with family and friends that lived with us, but it was truly a period of, just resting."

Xe leant her head back against the tree trunk, deep in thought. 

"I suppose it has something to do with the fact that endermen and endariens don't sleep." And, far quieter than before, they admitted, "And, I suppose, I'm not really a proper one of either of them, so that's why I am so weak and have to sleep every few days, rather than months."

"But there's still a part of me that deeply misses it," she said, "We would have Chorus fruit juice on the first day of the ruler's return, and then there would be a party during however long the ruler's rest period was." Xe grew quiet, and Tubbo could hear her fiddling with her bracelets, the gold and iron clinking in the relative silence. "It's funny to think it's stuck with me for so long but," they gave out a little laugh, "I still know how to make the banners, and the recipe to make the chorus juice fizz. That was my favourite trick that mother taught me."

Xe was interrupted by a colossal snore from Sneeg, followed by a quieter "snork… mimimimimi…." from Fundy, who had curled up on his chair, hat having fallen to the ground. 

"So neither of you two were even listening. Wonderful." She got up, brushed a few leaves from xer dress and teleported outside, not irritated to bother with the ladder. They then immediately fell onto Tubbo, for the second time in two days.

“URGH!” she cried, incredibly irritated as she stood up and smoothed out her dress, ears hot from embarrassment, (nothing else) “What is with you always being in my way, you idiot!’

“H-hey!” Tubbo replied angrily, face flushed and fists balled up, “You're the one who teleported into me this time, so that’s not fair.”

“W-well,” they stuttered, cheeks growing as warm as their ears, “It’s not my fault you’re so easy to miss! You should just get taller.”

Instead of continuing to argue, Tubbo froze for a moment before he burst into laughter. “Y-you” he laughed so much his hand swerve holding his stomach, “you sound j-just like Tommy, ha!”

“Well,” xe sniffed, ‘perhaps Tommy is right for once. If you were taller, t-then it would be much more difficult o run into you.”

Suddenly, Tubbo was hovering in front of her face grinning, his wing s a blur this close to them. “Awww,” he cooed as her face finally started to turn a dark shade of purple, “You almost sound like you’d miss running into me.”

They both stayed there for a moment, Tubbo grinning triumphantly at her and Ranboo completely and utterly flustered, before they squeaked out a “shut up!” and pushed his face away with her claw.

Before Tubbo could reply. she teleported away, pulse racing, but only because he had now seen her in an unseemly situation twice, not because his face was so very close to xer’s, o-or because he smelt like the beginning of spring and new flowers, or because his laugh sounded like the bells that rung out with a sweet tune every hour. C-certainly not that at all.

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Very pleased with the outcome of their conversation, Tubbo made his way into Sneeg’s tree, to find both him and Fundy passed out. Shrugging, tubbo rumaged through the chests, found what he needed and left Sneeg a sign with 

“took some wax and strinf, thabk’s bossman!” 

before he flew up and off to the Pub(e).

He dumped the resources in the nearest chest before he quickly went on the hunt for Phil, an idea in his head and a nervous feeling in his heart.

‘Phil? You here?” he called, and received an

“In here, mate!” from Phil’s office in the Pub(e). 

Taking a deep breath, he whispered to himself “This isn’t for her, because I don't care about her, i-it’s just cause she seemed sad, and it’d be kind to do this. “ Knocking on the door, he opened it wide and strode in.

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It was the third day of prime week, and Ranboo had managed to avoid Tommy’s latest service with a warning from Wilbur on xer communicator.

Wilbur whispered to you: I know I said Tommy would appreciate you coming to all of his service but do not fucking come today. She’s planning to make us make hats out of all the feathers his chickens shed, and we have to wear them all. Fucking. Day. Or he’ll cry and then Phil will get involved so just don’t. Plus he wants a diamond for entry so save your money and go see Niki or smth.

You whispered to Wilbur: Noted.

You whispered to Wilbur: …. Thanks

Ranboo had finished doing her hair, and she decided agasint wearing any of her horn jewllrey for the day. Xe was going to see Niki, and if she had to take a water resistant potion every 8 minutes that she was there, she wasn’t going to bother with a lot of fancy clothes. Just about to teleport down the mountain, her eye caught on the garland Tubbo had given her, now lying on top of her chest. They didn’t know why, but they decided to take it with xer when she went to see Niki.

“Hello Ranboo!” Niki called cheerfully, her hand waving above the water. Ranboo raised and a claw in greeting back and replied 

“Good afternoon Niki. How has your day been?”

‘How nice of you to ask!” Niki said brightly, swimming a little closer to the dock. “I saw the sunrise this morning, and it was very lovely. Jack also stopped by to hand me the wreath Tubbo had made me.”

Ranboo was very thankful xe had brought her own “wreath” as Niki had called it, with her. 

‘I received one of those from Tubbo as well,” she said, sitting cross legged at the end of the wooden dock. “A-and, I was wondering if perhaps you knew why he gives these out?’

Before Niki could reply Ranboo added “He told me it was Phil’s idea, but i have a feeling that it’s not.”

Niki laughed at that. 

“What a weird thing to say. No, Tubbo has done that every year we’ve been here. It’s an Apian thing, something about flowers symbolising their love to carry you through to the next year. Apian culture is very romantic.”

“L-love?” Ranboo squeaked, thoroughly surprised, her ears flushing. “B-ut why would T-Tubbo give me-”

“Oh no no, don’t worry” Niki laughed, “Tubbo told us when he first gave them out that everyone gives them to eveyrone, romantic or family or friends. Besides, there’s only certain kinds of flowers that are romantic, you know? They all have different meanings. I’ll go get mine to show you.”

Niki dove underwater, a large splash making the dock rock slightly and spattered Ranboo with water. She gave a small yelp at the coldness of it, but was very glad she had had a water resistant potion before she had come down to see Niki.

There was a disruption in the water and Niki’s head popped back up above the surface, grinning widely with all her pointed teeth on display.

“Sorry,” she grinned cheekily as Ranboo glared at her, trying their best to intimidate Niki, for all that xe looked like a bedraggled cat. “I knew you had taken a potion, and I just couldn't resist the opportunity.”

“So did you find your wreath or was that just an excuse to get me soggy?” Ranboo snapped, very displeased.

Niki giggled. “It’s right here.”

She held up a wreath that shone with an enchantment, most certainly a water resistant charm, made up of orange and white tulips, also held together with twine, with glow berries dispersed throughout.  

“You know, it’s quite funny,” she said laying it down on the edge of the dock as Ranboo marvelled at craftmenship of the wreath. 

“Phil got me a book of flower meanings for my birthday last year becuase i had started to get into gardening,” she said, her tail lazily swishing from side to side and creating ripples. 

“And I remembered it this year when Tubbo gave me my wreath, but it was so strange. “

“What was?” Ranboo asked, starting to get a little impatient with how long Niki was taking to get to her point.

“Well, flowers are a huge part of Apian culture, and when I asked him once Tubbo told me that flower meanings were a very prominent too. So I’m sure he used that when making the wreaths, but I don’t really understand what he’s trying to say.”

“Well, what’s so confusing about your wreath?” Ranboo asked, “It certainly looks very nice.”

“Yes,” Niki nodded in agreement, as she pulled a small book out from seemingly thin air, “But the white tulips mean forgiveness and purity,” she said as she flipped ot a page, “And for one i don’t know whether he’s asking me to forgive him for something, or saying i’m very pure? One is confusing and the other just feels quite insulting.”

Ranboo agreed.

“As for the orange tulips, it says here that they mean “a sense of understanding between two people”, which makes me think the white are for forgiveness. But i have just no clue what I’m supposed to be forgiving him for!”

Her tail thwacked the surface of the lake with that and sprayed over Ranboo’s hair, leaving xer soggier than before. Ranboo’s sputters going unnoticed, Niki went on.

“And with glowberries meaning excitement, but not celebration, which would make sense for new years, i’m stumped on what he trying to tell me.”

Attempting to shake some of her hair dry, Ranboo asked, “I did come to ask if you might know what my wreath meant, but it seems i will end up with just as puzzling an outcome as you did.”

“Well,” Niki said brightly, “If it’s not insulting, hopefully it will end up being rather funny instead. Bring it out here.”

A little shyly, Ranboo retrieved her wreath from xer inventory, and held it gently in her claws.

“Oooh, that one’s really nice!” Niki said, reaching out for it, until Ranboo held it back, her cheeks flushing with heat. “It’s, ah, just a little broken is all. It fell a few times.”

Niki nodded, and had a good look from a distance away. '`I'm very surprised though, II’ve never seen him use any of those flowers in his wreaths before!’

Ranboo’s heart skipped a beat at that, but their brain turned to reason and xe scoffed. 

“He’s probably insulted me in a million different ways then,” She snapped, with a toss of her hair, attempting to show indifference. But Niki watched how tightly xe held on to the flowers, and with a knowing smile decided to keep her comments to herself.

“Pink tulips are a symbol of good luck, and white roses signify loyalty.”

The two sat in silence for a moment as they stewed it over. 

‘That’s not quite insulting or a complement” Niki said, re reading over the page.

“I suppose good luck could be an insult, but what is he saying I’m bad at?” Ranboo furrowed her brow, “ And as for loyalty, it sounds like a compliment, but even if I were to take it as an insult it just doesn’t make sense at all! I feel like he has to be insulting me, somehow.”

Niki interjected “Well,  if i can find the page with alliums, perhaps we can figure this out.”

Ranboo sat in tense silence as Niki flipped through the pages. Why did this matter so much to xer? It was only Tubbo, after all, a-and she hated him anyway, so why should it matter what he thought of her? Why should it matter that he had spent the time to create something that looked so beautiful and must have taken a lot of effort, especially for them? Why did the thought of him, carefully growing and picking flowers with her in mind bring such a flush to her face, the image of his eyes, bright and concentrated and blue as the sky on her favourite days of winter, make her ears go hot and her heart race?  I-if he hated xer as much as she really, really definitely hated him, then why would he-

“Ah, here it says alliums mean patience and humility.”

Ranboo bristled, gripping the wreath a lot more angrily than before. “That self absorbed, donkey brained, smart aleck little twit!” She shouted, jumping to her feet, casting the wreath to the dock.  

“How, how dare he tell me, that I need patience? That I need humility?” Xe was breathing heavily, feeling her ears heat with anger now, fists balled up tight. 

“What kind of a pathetic snivelling coward is he that he can’t even look me in the eyes and say it to my face! The utter arrogance he has, to think he is so above me that he, h-he’s probably laughing at me now,  th-thinking he’s won!” She paced back and forth, incensed. 

“Ohhhhh, I should have crushed that stupid wreath the moment he gave it to me, that prick. I’m going to put that complete asshole in his place, ahole in the ground like the peasant he is. FLACS LEN!,  he just makes me want to scream, that- that utter dickhead!”

“Ayup Niki! Hiya Ranboo!” Jack Manifold’s voice made it’s way to the two of them, and Ranboo, now having to try her best to calm down, turned to him trying to keep a “glower off of her face, shoving her wreath into her inventory and sitting down grumpily.

“Hi Jack!” Niki replied brightly. Jack made his way over to them and sat down a little ways away from them both.

“What’ve you two been up to this fine summer's day?” He said good naturedly.

“Oh, we were just discussing the wreaths Tubbo made us.” Niki said, holding hers up, the scent of the tulips carrying on the breeze.

Jack gave a low whistle as he saw Niki’s wreath. “Gee, that’s a much nicer one than what he gave me!” he said, admiring the blooms.

“Oh, was yours made with wither roses?” Niki joked.

Jack laughed. “Oh no, I mean he made it well! It’s just that it’s meaning was essentially “you have forgotten how to be humble. Get better.” I have a feeling Tommy was part of that. I was reading between the lines a bit but when I asked he told me as such to my face.”

Niki laughed whilst Ranboo fumed inside. If Tubbo could be bothered to insult Jack Manifold and tell him upfront, why couldn’t he show the same base level of respect to xer? 

“But really Niki, he’s given yours such a nice meaning, I didn’t think he had it in him. “ Jack remarked.

As Niki and Ranboo looked very confused at this statement, Jack continued hurriedly, “ The orange tulips mean good fortune, right? And the white ones mean wisdom, and the glow berries are for cheerfulness. Stop looking at me like that!” He laughed.

“What, are you confused that he gave you a compliment? I mean, I am a bit surprised too-”

‘Oh no no, Jack,” Niki said, shaking her head, passing her book along to Jack. “I’m just really confused as to how you got those meanings! See, i got this book of flower meanings from Phil last year and mine says something quite different.”

“Oh that’s cause your’s isn’t the Apian flower meaning!” Jack said, turning it over carefully. “I got curious about what my wreath meant last year, so i looked up a book in the library about it.”

“How do you still remember all the meanings though?” Ranboo asked, tail swishing in fascination.

“Well, the book was really interesting and had some other stuff about Apian culture and a few other societies from the Northernmost Area, and well, since everyone here is so different, it'd be helpful to know stuff wouldn’t it? I though i should at least memorise the flower stuff as that would be easy and might come in handy, as it has. ” Jack said,handing Niki her book back.

“And since James is still building the library, I thought I’d just keep the book until he noticed it was gone. And he’s a thoroughly shit librarian cause I’ve had it far past it’s return date. I can lend it to you if you want.”

“Awesome!” Niki said, grinning. “Do you think you could tell us what Ranboo’s wreath means?” she continued, angling her head in Ranboo’s direction.

Ranboo snorted. “It’s probably something thoroughly insulting, no doubt,” xe snipped, still very irritated with the whole affair, but she handed her wreath over to Jack anyway.

They turned away, almost scared of what the wreath would mean. After almost a minute of excruciating silence and hushed whispers, they had to look back at the other two, who were both trying very hard to hold back a laugh.

“What!” she snapped, and Niki started giggling. Feeling xer ears heat, she began to think of the worst insults they could use before Jack interrupted.

“No,  really Ranboo, honest, he’s given you a very nice meaning. We were just, um, not quite expecting it.”

“W-well, what is it?” She said, growing impatient.

“Seems Tubbo has given you a love letter with flowers” Niki giggled, and Ranboo’s heart stopped.

“... What?” she said faintly, ears flushing furiously.

“Well,” Jack said, trying not to grin. “He’s given you white roses to mean “new love”,”

Ranboo’s face was ferociously hot, as she tried to not let either of them read her face and failed miserably.

“Alliums mean adoration, gosh he’s such a sap isn’t he?” Jack continued, sending Niki into a fit of giggles.

Ranboo wrapped their tail around her arm as she tried to not let it wave in excitement, and her face felt like it was on fire.

“And finally, pink tulips mean true love and promises.” Jack was fully grinning now, and Niki was beside herself.

Ranboo was blushing a deep purple, and all thoughts of “putting him in his place” had flown far, far away from her mind.

They sat in silence, attempting to come to terms with this new information she had been given.

“W-well,” she stuttered, “th-thats, certainly s-something i suppose..” Xe couldn't even look at the other two because she knew what their expressions would be.

“So, you gonna ask him about it?” Niki teased and Ranboo decided xe had had enough. 

“Well! Th-thank you both very much for helping me, i-i’ve got to be going now. Bye!” 

With that, she stuffed her wreath into their inventory and used what remaining energy they had left to teleport all the way back home.

Jack and Niki took one look at each other before they both burst into a fit of laughter.

“Remember the time Tommy told you to give me a bouquet of roses for Valentines?” Niki giggled. Jack’s face screwed up, before he started laughing.

“Oh yes, because apparently I have the romantic charm of a dead bug, and that I really needed help, as he so kindly put it” Jack said.

Niki burst into peals of laughter. “Oh Jack, “ she sung, “You’re a lovely guy but I'd rather go for a nice long swim in lava than date you.”

Jack held a hand to his heart. “Oh Niki, “ he simpered, “ You flatter me so. I must say, if I ever had to date you I would rather help Charlie clean all the slime out of his tank.”

They both shuddered at that.

“Let’s hope Tommy never forces us to go on a date then,” Niki said.

“That, would probably be best,” Jack agreed.

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It was now the last day of the year, the imminent “New years” only a few hours away, and Ranboo had not left their cave since the incident with Jack and Niki at the dock 4 days prior.  A slightly worried Philza had come past, and asked if xe was feeling unwell, but she threw an empty book at him and shouted at him to go away. He had gotten the message.

Ranboo had spent 4 days in her cave, ignoring Wilbur’s messages about Tommy’s week of prime, thankfully not having to dodge any messages or visits from Sneeg or Fundy as the two had decided to go spend a few days back at Sneeg’s old “realm” after getting thoroughly drunk and reminiscing, and Jack and Niki, seeing as they knew what they knew, had thought it best to leave xer alone for a while.

And now it was 8pm on the last day of the year, and Ranboo really couldn't avoid it any longer. “It” being the problem of Tubbo, whom she had found that maybe, awfully, hopefully, she didn’t entirely hate. Oh who was she kidding, he had confessed that he was in love with her and apparently xe had only just realised she felt the same. Now, she held the power in this situation, and yet she was far more afraid. Xe had to go to the celebration tonight, more out of fear of what Tommy and Wilbur would do to her tomorrow if she didn’t, by=ut she desperately didn’t want to face Tubbo.

“Maybe” they thought to themself as they anxiously put the finishing touches on her outfit, “ I can just show up, exchange whatever gifts I need to and leave before he notices me.”

During their 4 days of alone time, they had written up a formidable list of “new years” gifts they had to get, and had decided to get everyone the same thing, with variations for each person’s own style.

As she looked in the mirror, xe froze and her cheeks flushed. When had they decided to wear that dress? Definitely not because Tubbo had complimented it once. She pushed that thought to the back of xer mind and checked their invitation again.

'`PARTY AT THE PUB(E)!’ it said, scrawled in Tommy’s handwriting. “BE THERE OR BE A BITCH!” Underneath, in a much neater font, Wilbur had written. “The celebrations will go on for god knows how long, but please try to arrive from 7 - 8:30 so everyone can exchange gifts, and those who need to sleep can join in on time for their sleep schedules.”

Checking the clock, which read 8:25 now, Ranboo took a deep breath to still xer racing heart, and teleported to the top of the Pub(e). However, instead of being greeted with noise and music and partying and laughter, as she had expected, there was silence.

As xe cautiosuly open her eyes, she was then greeted with a giant shout of “HAPPY END OF THE YEAR!” and was then barrelled over by a very excited Tommy.

‘RANBOO MY FAVOURITE STUCK UP DICKHEAD! Look at the decorations we did, I helped the most, do you really like that juice stuff that much? I tried some and it sucked balls-” 

Tommy was rambling very excitedly, her feathers all puffed up and her eyes bright with what Ranboo guessed was sugar.

“Yes yes Tommy, good to see you too-” She began, not having listened to his previous rambling, when she stood up and was shocked by what she saw.  

Garlands of various shades and patterns in purple were strung across the beams that were built into the roof of the Pub(e), and small lanterns with Ender symbols on them were hanging about the room. There was a large bowl of punch that had the soft, sour scent of chorus fruit, and the fruit itself garnished cupcakes that sat on the table. At the very centre of the roof, there hung a paper ender dragon, with glitter on it’s wings and two small amethyst shards for it’s eyes. In the centre of the room, the tree of prime had an enderman sitting atop it, and it was adorned with all things purple. 

“Sooo…,” Phil said, his eyes wrinkling in that way they did when he was trying not to smile because he was very pleased with himself.

“A little bee told me about some celebrations you have in The End, and although I know it’s not quite the right time for you, I thought you might appreciate something more familiar this year, seeing as it’s your first time celebrating  new years with us.”

Everyone else had already started the celebrations, conversations being loud and rambunctious, with a few people drifting over to the food table, and a couple more adding their presents under the prime tree.

“What do you think?” Phil said, smiling at her.

In a strangled voice she replied “I-it’s… nice.”

Phil grinned delightedly. “Do you really think so? We put in so much effort, but I can’t take all the credit. It was Tubbo’s idea after all.”

“...Pardon?” Ranboo croaked, her heart racing at the mention of his name. “What did T-Tubbo do?”

“Oh he told me he heard you talking about this and that about The End and he got a few ideas.. But why don’t you talk to him yourself! Tubbo, mate!” Phil waved Tubbo over, who looked a little nervous but nowhere near close to how Ranboo felt. Xe cursed Phil a million times over in her head, casting as many threats of eternal suffering on him as possible as they glared at his retreating back.

“Uhm, so, hi?” Tubbo said, and Ranboo snapped back to look at him, before she promptly flushed and looked away.

In the continuing silence, Tubbo attempted to fill the awkwardness.

“I hope you don’t mind that I uh, kinda overheard you talking to Sneeg the other day,” Tubbo stumbled over his words. “I really hope you don’t think I’m weird, I just  thought, well, i-it’s your first new years with us, and we’ve done heaps of celebrations from everyone else’s homes, s-so I thought it would be fair?”

Ranboo had yet to reply to him, but xe hadn’t started shouting at him either, so he took it as a good sign.

“But yeah! Tommy and Wilbur especially got really excited when Phil asked them to help out. Techno made the dragon! A-and Phil and Tommy and I made the banners. Beau offered to help make food, and Wilbur made the chorus fruit punch, so if it’s really bad that’s why sorry. I uh, didn’t know much about End customs and the book I got, wasn’t that helpful, but I hope it’s alright? And that I haven’t accidentally offended you?-’ Tubbo’s anxious rambling was cut off as he heard a sizzling sound, and he turned in alarm to see that Ranboo was crying.

“Shi! Fuck, Ranboo I’m so sorry, fuck fuck fuck where are the bandages,” Tubbo grabbed her by the claw and dragged them into the kitchen, and he started rummaging around in the drawers. 

“Here!’ he said as he flung a tea towel at their head, and grabbed the first aid box. “Uh, just hold that to your face, and try to st-stop crying? Sorry.” Seeing as they had grabbed a bit of attention from the other people at the party, Niki and Phil in particular looking on worriedly, Tubbo suggested, “H-how about we head outside?”

Ranboo nodded, and thankful to finally have a response from xer, he once again grabbed their hands and pulled them outside, to sit on a bench overlooking the crater, the music from inside muffled.

Tubbo took his time applying the burn cream to their face and carefully placing the healing enchantments on her skin.

“There, that should be all good,” he said, relieved, and then he noticed how close he was to her face. Ranboo looked him in the eyes, and flushing, they both turned away from each other awkwardly.

Neither of them said a word for a while, listening to the chatter and laughter from inside, the awkward silence slowly being filled in by the music drifting outside on the breeze.

“Thank you,” Ranboo whispered. Surprised Tubbo turned to see them looking right at him, ears a dark purple and clawss fidgeting.

‘God she’s really pretty,” he thought, his own face a bright red.

“It was n-nothing, don’t worry-” he began before they interrupted him.

“It wasn’t nothing,” xe said, her claw finding his hand, and Tubbo’s heart skipped a beat as he zeroed in on every single moment of this conversation. “Obviously, thank you for the bandages,” she said, laughing a little, and oh how his heart fluttered when xe laughed. Her voice was like starlight. And he knew he was down bad when he preferred to hear xer cursing him than to hear nothing at all.

“I, I wanted to say thank you, f-for all this, though” they said quietly.

“It wasn’t anything really-” Tubbo said, laughing awkwardly.

“Shut up.” Ranboo said quietly. “It, it was something, to me. I, just,” And now she was crying again, and fucking hell did it hurt. 

“Here!” Tubbo said, grabbing a towel soaked in healing potion. 

He held it under her eyes as xe tried their best to compose xerself.

“Thank you, Tubbo” she said, as he blushed, still holding her face. 

“I guess I hadn’t quite realised, j-just how much I missed home. And, and the fact th-that you’d put so much effort into th-” a hiccup, “ i-into this, for me, I don’t know what to say, except… thank you.”

The two stared at each other, the music now picking up full swing inside, and they heard a shout and a crash, probably Tommy.

“I found out what the flowers meant,” Ranboo whispered, taking the bandage from xer face and smiling at him.

Tubbo’s heart dropped. ‘Y-you did?” he squeaked, palms sweating,  fingers tightly clutching his shirt, his lower hands now desperately trying not to fidget.

“Yes.” Ranboo smiled and Tubbo hoped, that maybe, maybe maybe maybe, it meant something good.

“It was a very nice wreath. I really liked it.” she remarked.

“I really like you,” Tubbo thought as she leaned in a little closer. “Please, please, don’t let this be her making fun of me. I don’t want to cry in front of xer today.”

“W-well, I did spend a lot of time on it,” Tubbo admitted. Quietly, he added, “And I made sure your’s was the prettiest.”

“I think you’re the prettiest,” Ranboo said, both of xer claws now holding his, and his heart stopped. Ranboo’s face was dark purple, and Tubbo was sure that his was redder than Tommy’s plumage.

“Can I kiss you?” he blurted out.

“Yes” Ranboo whispered, xer clawcradling his cheek.

They both leaned, Tubbo’s hand holding her claw, their eyes slowly closing-

“TUBBO IT’S GIFTING TIME, COME ON HURRY UP” Tommy screeched from inside, and two broke apart.

“U-uh, yeah, we’re coming Tommy!” Tubbo shouted back.

They sat for a moment, until the absolute awful horrible awkwardness of th situation was too much to bear.

Avoiding Ranboo’s gaze Tubbo jerked his thumb in the direction of the doorway as he stood up.  ‘W-well, you heard her, we should probably go-”

Ranboo walked over to him, bent down and kissed him on the cheek, his sentence stopping as his brain short circuited. 

“Come on Tubbo, you wouldn’t want to keep Tommy waiting,” xe grinned at him, before sweeping past him and walking inside.

Tubbo, completely flustered, took a moment to bury his face in his hands, before composing himself and going to join Ranboo in the Pub(e).

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“Ranboo! Tubso!” Tommy crowed in delight, running up to the two of them, her wings puffed up in excitement. “You guys were out there for ages, it’s gift giving time! C’mon c’mon!” He then grabbed both of their hands and dragged them towards the prime tree, where they were both roughly shoved to a sitting position on the ground whilst Tommy sat in between them and demanded as much attention as possible.

Phil surveyed the room from the rafters, watching people take their sweet time getting to the gifting circle and decided the hour was near. 

“Techno, ring the bell!” He called, and Techno promptly did as he was ordered,  a clanging ringing out across the room.

“Crowfather is askin’ for attention, an’ I wanna go to sleep, so everyone hurry up!” Techno called, his ears twitching, and anyone who had yet to be seated hurried to the circle. Techno took his place in between Niki and Wilbur, and all was hushed.

Philza swooped down from the rafters to laughter and applause, along with Tommy squeezing both Tubbo and Ranboo’s claws until they went numb.

“Hey mates,” Phil said, having donned a fancier hat for the occasion of New Years, and his homemade “Crow Father” tie made by Tommy when she was young. He held a bright purple shulker box, which he placed on the ground.

“Now, as you all know this is our little tradition, where I give out gifts that are better than all of yours and i do it in a fancier way,” that got  a few laughs, “and this year I just wanted to acknowledge that the celebration we decided to theme this new years after was The Great Sleep, which as one of the major End holidays, I’m sure Ranboo can tell you all about.”

Ranboo, a little embarrassed at now having so many eyes on them, stilled her face and tried to look bored, but Tubbo saw xer tail waving surreptitiously.

“And now with that acknowledged, we go on to my portion of the gift giving!” Phil said with a smile, and he started to hand out a bundle of presents.

Tommy received a specially knitted scarf for his eggs, with warming and protection enchantments sewn in, and he chirped with joy, wigs flapping up and down and banging into Tubbo and Ranboo, feathers going everywhere. Tubbo was handed a new toolset, with a few extra hard to find pieces to build that one specific contraption he’d been rambling to Tommy about for weeks, and the look on his face when he saw it was enough to make Ranboo’s heart explode. 

And finally, Ranboo received a book. The outside was a beautifully dyed leather like material, the colour swirling shades of silver and purple. It had a metal clasp, and the pages were made of the finest, most wonderful paper Ranboo had ever seen. Inside was a quill, the feather one of Tommy’s most beautiful, a bright red with flecks of gold and white edges.

“Even though Will has apologised for the incident with the other book earlier this year,” Phil said, “I thought it was a shame you had to get rid of such a nice book, and I thought you might appreciate a nice replacement.”

Ranboo couldn’t cry again, not after the amount of enchantments that had already been used to heal xer face.

“It is a very suitable replacement” xe said, barely containing their smile. “I would think it of high enough calibre to be better than the old one.”

Phil grinned, and she knew he had understood.

The gifting went on, Ranboo giving each person her gift and receiving a lot in turn. Xe had made everyone a piece of jewellery, some people a bracelet, others a necklace if it suited them, and more specialised pieces for her closer friends. For Wilbur, she had made a hanging charm to attach to his sunhat, and then she had to deal with his blubbering as she patted him on the back and avoided getting burnt. 

For Tommy, there was a specific anklet, that was very, very resistant, and waterproof, and fireproof, and wouldn’t get worn by time as quickly as anything else Tommy wore normally would. For xer efforts she was gifted a faceful of feathers and screeching, but at least they knew that to be signs of their friend’s excitement.

Jack had received some earring studs, which he immediately wore with pride, and began boasting to Niki about how handsome they made him. Niki ignored him in favour of profusely thanking Ranboo for her nose piercing  that had the tiniest, shiniest amethyst shard glimmering in it. Techno received a silver crown with amethysts, to add to his ever growing collection, to which he responded with a tight hug and a “This is nice. Thanks.”

Ranboo had yet to give Tubbo his present, but she had no time to worry on that when she was receiving a hat for her egg from Tommy, a collection of glass bottles with fancy detailing and gems as cork stoppers from Wilbur, a truly glorious collection of (dry) pieces of gold and interesting antiquities Niki had found in an abandoned ship,  soft, knitted socks from Techno, a small lute from Freddy, a basket made of reeds and full of (possibly either burnt or undercooked) muffins from Beau, and a wink and a nudge from Jack as he handed her “The Complete and Utter guide to Apia: all about the customs, language and culture of the Apian Society.”

“You should read chapter 14 first,” He said, grinning. “I think you’ll find it the most interesting.”

(And, if later that night, Ranboo did turn to “Chapter 14: How to win (and be won over) by a member of the most romantic culture in the world” and read that first, well who was to know?)

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Somehow, Ranboo and Tubbo found themselves outside again, all alone, yet to have given each other a present.

“Well,” thought Tubbo, “It’s now or never, or tomorrow when it might be really awkward and  I have ruined things, so best to get it over and done with.”

“Here,” he said, giving her a velvet box. “I, uh hope it’s up to standard.”

Curiously, Ranboo inspected the box. A smooth black velvet on the outside, no clasp and no signs at all of a maker’s signature. Shrugging to themself, xe opened it. Inside was a necklace, made of silver and as thin and fine as cobwebs.  It  looped endlessly, looking like a layer of lace, with small ovals of obsidian in between, polished beyond perfection to make it shine and glimmer in the low light. At it’s centre, there was an oval circled in silver, inside an emerald and a ruby, cut into perfect shape, and both matching the exact shading of her eyes.

“I know you already have a lot of jewellery, but i haven’t seen you wear much silver stuff so...” Tubbo trailed off, his boot scuffing on the ground. 

“I love it,” Ranboo breathed, xer eyes as wide as moonstones. They traced their fingers over each individual loop of silver, each piece of obsidian, the pendant in the centre, the whole thing shimmering with the faintest light of enchantment.

“This is, this isi gorgeous,” she said, absolutely enthralled. “Where did you get it? I have to talk to whoever made this, it-it’s perfect!” xe said, turning to him and leaning in close. Tubbo gulped, leaning back a little as his wings started to flutter. 

“Ah,” he said shyly, hiding behind his fringe. “Uh, I made it.”

“Oh.” Ranboo said, and they blushed, internally cursing herself for xer earnestness.

“W-well, Tubbo, it’s, really lovely.” Xe smiled, and Tubbo couldn’t help himself from grinning, his wings fluttering as he began to float. 

“I’m so glad you like it,” he whispered.

Ranboo smiled, xer pulse racing. He really was so beautiful.

“Oh, uh, your present, I should probably” Ranboo muttered as xe remembered, carefully tucking the box into her inventory, “Uh, where is it,” xe searched through her pockets until they found it.

“This is for you,” Ranboo said, pulling out a bouquet of blooming pink tulips. They were in a wonderfully crafted vase, made of all shades of stained glass, and tied around it was a matching pink bow.

As Tubbo accepted it, his face unreadable, Ranboo nervously added “I put an anti-aging charm on them, s-so they shouldn’t die for quite a while hopefully.”

Tubbo placed the vase on the bench, and hovering a little higher, he held Ranboo’s face in both his hands, his lower pair grabbing her claws. 

Gently, he placed a kiss on her forehead. “I think you figured it out, but in case you couldn’t tell, I really like you,” he whispered, and Ranboo flushed, laughing at the surprise. 

Xe pressed a light kiss to his lips, and he went from pink to red. ‘In case you couldn’t tell,” she teased as he stuttered, “I really like you as well.”

Light exploded in the distance, and they both watched as the fireworks started, a cascade of gold and silver light pouring down the sky.

“How do those work?” Ranboo wondered aloud, as red and purple light flashed up above.

“OH!” Tubbo said excited, “You, see, it’s actually quite interesting, Phil told me about it-” He stopped as xe stared at them

“Wh-why are you looking at me like that?” he laughed.

Ranboo grinned and shook her head. “I love when you get all excited about explaining things.” She said, and xe leaned forwards to kiss him again.

“Thank you for making new years so fun.” Ranboo laughed. 

Tubbo grinned. “I look forward to celebrating it again with you next year.”

The sky was filled with colour, and Ranboo decided that, even if she still didn’t fully get what new years was, xe was so glad she was celebrating it with the people they loved.

End Note.

oogity boogity my computer has been broken since before the last gift exchange bejeezus. Anywho, wrote the last 7k words of this on a keyboard atachted to someone else's computer, so glad i don't have to write on my phone anymore. First fic i've written that has reached over 10k words, wahoo!

if there are any typos don't be rude about it thanking you. I am tired, i hope you enjoy! goodbye

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Ignore me as I post my silly little story because I am insane

Errrm it's a god au thiggy? Of what ifs the Minecraft family was just deities LMAO...

Uhh also a Cw? I do mention dr**m but this has nothing to do with the actual dude. He is awful

A white light shined brightly as a tall figure came from it. Theseus’ form glowed for a second before he appeared in all his actual godly body. It wasn’t much different from the character he had just been playing as he modeled it after his actual looks after all. The golden locks and blue eyes that could rival the clear oceans and a slim figure that had slight muscle on it. The only difference is that instead of the normal one pair of wings “Tommy” had been known for Theseus had three pairs all as black as his parents.

Landing on his feet he blinked a few times, astonishment on his face “There is no way that green prick actually did it” his voice wavered a slight laugh in his tone.

“Afraid so Theseus” Kristin’s echoey voice rung out, her tone calm, a small smile on her face at the sight of her youngest son. Theseus turned to his mom with a look of anger on his face “MUM YOU SAW THAT PRICK!!? WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS??” Tommy growled smoke coming from his mouth “AND SAYING HE CONTROLS DEATH!!! WHO THE ACTUAL FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS” Flames were now coming from the ground underneath Tommy’s feet. The ground turning into soft mud before immediately turning into obsidian. You see the smallest god here was in charge of all the elements in the three worlds; he could control Fire, Water, Air, and Earth. He was beyond angry now he didn’t mind the stupid green shit mocking him and maybe even his brothers but NO ONE talks about his mom like that. Theseus was furious, about to rain hell down upon that green fuck, but was soon cut short.

“Theseus the ground…” Kristin’s voice held no malice, just gentleness as she held kind eyes. The boy turned to his mother before looking down at the oasis before them “Oh….my bad mum..” His tone going soft but Tommy huffed, smoke coming out of his mouth but none of that anger was directed at his mother and they both knew that. Theseus spit in his hands, the spit a fiery red; lava he spat up the lava and used it to mold the now burnt-white space he and his family lived in. Kristin smiled at him “Thank you” She spoke the veil barely moving like she hadn’t even let air out her mouth.

Theseus just nodded as he now walked over to his mom and sat near her. “That fucking prick…I was just telling a joke stupid bitchboy can’t even handle that” Theseus growled. Soft chuckled left Kristin’s black covered lips “Mortals aren’t fond of our jokes now are they Toms~” You couldn’t see her face but Tommy felt the shit eating grin coming from her. “Ughhhh yeah yeah laugh it up, i thought it would be a fun one alright” Theseus puffed up his wings and threw himself back looking at his mom. Laugh she did, it was loud but also made no sound at all, his mom was always like that she basically had no presence. “Y’know I think it’s a cute name..it just fits” The goddess bend down to look at her son “What about making it your mortal name? I know you like your actual name but mortals don’t need to know that now do they”

Theseus opened his mouth to speak but suddenly another glow was in front of the duo. It turned a soft blue before the being split in two and then two boys with identical brown hair appeared. Appearing before them there stood Apollo and Pelios, Apollo had curly hair while on top sat a gold laurel along with his normal dark brown eyes. Pelios on the other hand also had those same curls but much longer hair with a deep blue flower crown, he had one brown eye and one icy blue. Apollo was the first to speak “Y’know Tubbo and Ranboo are freaking out over your death message” Apollo crossed his arms as Pelios waved him behind him. Theseus groaned once more “Oh there’s also that mum, them…they just AHHHRNSHSBD” he rolled onto his stomach and his wings fluttered nervously. Theseus has just completely ignored his older brothers, Apollo rolled his eyes and Pelios giggled “Tom…um Theseus you might want to go bad soon they and Dream are getting unstable. Dream isn’t happy staring at your limp body and sam….saw the messages and a-also isn’t happy…” Theseus groaned again “Mum why is trying to be human so hard..” The shapeshifter whined. Kristin just laughed again “I know my son but this is what you wanted” she hummed.

[grimaussiewitch]

More small fic ideas:

Toy Jimmy but he’s not a rag doll toy but instead is made of porcelain. His body is okay with respawns but after rapid and draining respawns can cause paint to fade and cracks forming. He can remove body parts but they can’t move if they’re a meter around from him. Set before Fwhip is fired from his deputy job, Joel taunts Jimmy in front of the jail. Just before he flys off, Joel shoots an arrow straight into Jimmy’s face. Fwhip arrives with hurt and comfort. Jimmy is missing part of his left eye and now angst.

Empires season 1 Joel headcanon: he’s made out of magical terracotta. He has to form himself out of clay, making hundreds of clay copies of himself. Joel is very breakable and every time he respawns he respawns into one of the clones. After the destruction of all of the empires and Lizzie, the love of his life, disappearing, Joel over the years couldn’t bring himself to make clay sculptures of himself. Perhaps he made art of over emperors? Trying to remember the faces of old friends, enemies, and love. Maybe that’s how King Joel of Mezlia died of a broken heart?

Toy!Jimmy turning everyone into toys but unlike him, they can’t move or speak. Bonus angst, he leaves Tango for last.

Phil gets turn into a teenager without any memories after that age, no wings and no immortality. It’s up to bench trio to stop him from accidentally killing himself. Hilarity ensures.

After double life, scar and grian’s sound based injuries carry over back to hermitcraft. Do they get their hearing back from the glitch or learn to live life without sound.

Sbi family au but Tommy and Tubbo swap places. So possible twinduo or techno is just a family friend/uncle friend, Wilbur is Phil and Kristen’s kid, Tubbo was found by Wilbur and raised by him via brother/brother friendship while Tommy was this random kid they found on the side of the road. Tubbo was also childhood friends with Eryn. Basically how would the story go if the two swapped places? How did they develop and what’s their friendships towards other people? Would Tommy had idolised Schlatt or stood up against him more in the manburg arc? What’s Tubbo’s relationship with dream wand what object or objects does Dream have control over him? How does bench trio work and the aftermath of L’Manburg blowing up a second time?

An au where Eret never became king again. He helps to repair damaged relationships and helps to build a new bakery with Niki for Niki. Maybe friendship drama because hey niki, trying to kill Tommy won’t solve anything, lets just bake our feelings into bread and then eat said bread. I dunno maybe a pirate adventure with puffy as well for good measures.

With the empires x hermitcraft crossover, what if while most of the hermits are stuck over in empires, there’s a sudden arrival of a bunch of new people on hermitcraft; Dream smp members. There are too many nations being built up… Just imagine the hermits coming back and Xb and Beef talk about the wars and nations that happened with these new guests.

I want a villain arc for Jimmy so an au where he becomes a new super secret bandit but nobody knows it’s him would be brilliant. Maybe he tries to frame Joey for crimes, especially after a big one. But it turns out he had an alibi so Joey isn’t thieving around for once or he’s stealing smaller things. And Joey wouldn’t blow up parts of peoples empires or kill them a bunch. One day Joel demands that the bandit be found as all of the gold from his empire went missing overnight. During a meeting between the empires it’s revealed to be Jimmy all along who then proceeds to flee via a tnt distraction. Tumbler town is now in lockdown with Jimmy still ruling.

Double life but it’s body swap instead. So tango <-> Jimmy, Grian <-> Scar and so on.

Werewolf!Ren finds out that both sun god bdubs and princess of dawn gem are also werewolves. The whole sleeping through the night is so they don’t have to face transforming because blah blah blah bad experiences or scared. Just, more werewolf au’s.

Vampire Sbi but Phil is the only human and the boys use him to get stuff. Like yes Wilbur and techno were turned in their early-mid twenties but sometimes you gotta use a human to get stuff. Along with Tommy being turned at 16 can’t buy certain things so PHILLLLLLL.

Everyone but one person on every server are hybrids, gods or eldritch horrors. Some picks: Human Tubbo or Tommy or both, Human Keralis and finally human Pix or Jimmy.

Owen doesn’t get turned back into a Llama but Scott does.

Sculk possessed!Cubfan infects Katherine so there’s nature wives angst.

Vex!Scar trying to slap sculk!Cub back to his senses because you can only be possessed by one thing and it has to be as a duo!

Crack fic where Joel gets turned into a toy for a day because karma or something.

More god and deities chill out on the empires server. Aka, Kristen the Goddess of death.

Deity!Elaina propaganda because fuck you I heard she likes space so she is a god now. Also it would be funny for c!Eret to have more god connections like foolish and herobrine.

[kaytrawrites]

Royal Pain in the-

Notes In which Ranboo is a Royal Pain in the Ass. Tubbo and Sneeg are annoyed at said Royal Pain.

Notes Contains cursing, because Tubbo and Sneeg do that.

Story

Tubbo was literally elbows deep in his current redstone powered farm project with Fundy when Ranboo came busting in. “I need copper.” The overly tall (in Tubbo’s opinion) Enderian said.

Tubbo sighed and extracted himself from the inner workings of the farm. He gave Ranboo a tired and irritated glare. “I’m busy.” He said.

Ranboo nodded. “Please, Thank you. Sorry. Please, Thank you. Sorry.” He returned Tubbo’s glare with an expression that only a puppy could pull off. And Ranboo was not a puppy.

“Fuck off; No.” Tubbo snapped. “Also, fuck that ‘Polite Words for Poor People’ book of yours.” He turned away and went back to tinkering with the redstone.

Ranboo turned and walked away. Tubbo ignored him until he heard the sounds of chests opening and being riffled through. “Get out of there!” The Bumblebee yelled, scrambling out of the machine and buzzing straight for his storage system.

He stabbed Ranboo in the shoulder with his claws, injecting him with a good dose of paralyzing poison. Ranboo yelped, the copper ore that he was holding dropped from his now limp hand.

Tubbo grabbed Ranboo by the back of his shirt and dragged him out of his underground hive. He dumped him on the ground outside. “You’re banned.” He stated and flew back into his hive, leaving the Enderian alone.

Ranboo brushed off his clothes, grumbling under his breath. “Peasant.” He grumbled just a bit too loudly, and Tubbo came flying out of his nest and stunk Ranboo in his other shoulder.

“Jealous little insect…” Ranboo mumbled. He felt something deep inside his soul. A shudder? An impact? He brushed it off and vwooped back to his cliff side home. 

He looked through his to do list and grabbed his silk touch pickaxe. It was time to go stone mining, he decided.

“Hey, Long Johns,” Sneeg said, causing a yelp from Ranboo. “Where you off to?“

Ranboo quickly composed himself. “Mining.” He stated.

“Cool. Mind if I tag along?“

“Yes. I very much do mind.“ Ranboo huffed.

Sneeg sighed. “Well you won’t get much sparkling conversation from rocks,“ he started.

“Well,“ Ranboo started. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want you to come.”

Sneeg burst into gleeful giggles. “Eh, I was just gonna sneak along anyway. Better you know I’m there and stab me on purpose, instead of you not knowing I’m there and stab me on accident.”

Ranboo chuckled with the much shorter inchling. “Yes, yes. On accident. Mhm!”

Sneeg took a running leap up to Ranboo’s shoulder. He didn’t quite make it all the way and had to climb up Ranboo’s cloak, which made the Enderian tense up. “Dirty little feet…” he grumbled. 

“I’m right up by your jugular,” Sneeg retaliated, tapping his sword pointedly.

“Fine, fine. Point made.“ Ranboo huffed.

The two descended into Ranboo’s mine. Ranboo started a new branch with Sneeg occasionally mining poke holes to check for valuable minerals.

It didn’t take long to encounter a massive unexplored cavern. The pair was very excited and split off to rob the space of all its exposed resources.

When they met back up, Sneeg took a quick look over everything they managed to acquire. He had gotten quite a lot of iron and redstone, while Ranboo had gotten much more diamonds and gold.

“How we gonna to split this?”  Sneeg asked.

Like a switch had been flipped, the dark part of Ranboo’s eyes shrank to slits. He seemed to lengthen, and his jaw unhinged. A sound like a cross between a cat’s hiss and an Enderman’s enraged whine emerged from deep within his chest.

Sneeg snap drew his sword, his hair (or the Inchling equivalent) standing on end. “Stand down!“ Sneeg snarled.

Ranboo took a half a step back, but not in fear. More like a predator stepping back to reevaluate the situation.

“Ranboo! Stand. Down!“ Sneeg repeated, his grip on the handle of his sword tightening.

Ranboo hissed once more, and Sneeg realized he would have to physically knock the sense back into the young Enderian.

It was a thankfully short fight. All it took was a single stab for Ranboo to yelp in pain and snap out of whatever was going on in his head. “Ah-“

“Fuckn’ finally…” Sneeg grumbled. “Let’s just head home, Long Johns.”

“Fine.” Ranboo said, the single word short and clipped.

The two traveled in silence for a time, Sneeg on Ranboo’s shoulder. “What the hell was that, anyway?” Sneeg asked, breaking the silence.

Ranboo was silent. “It-That is information that is not necessary for you to know.” He stated, through gritted teeth.

“I would call it pretty damn necessary considering you nearly ripped my head off!” Sneeg snapped in return.

Ranboo sniffed. “I would have squashed you under my boot. Not remove your head. It is far easier to clean the bottom of a shoe.”

Sneeg burst out laughing. “I would have liked to see you try!” He challenged.

Ranboo’s hand snapped up and grabbed Sneeg off his shoulder before the Inchling could dive for cover. “As simple. As. That.”

Sneeg waited a moment before tapping a fist on Ranboo’s closed fingers. “I yield! I yield.”

Ranboo huffed, but set Sneeg back on his shoulder.

“You know. You are a pain in the ass.” Sneeg said.

“A Royal Pain in the Ass.” Ranboo corrected.

[howtotrainyournana]

Feral Bastards and Evil Gods both caught my attention (for the WIP ask meme)

of course they did XD

These both actually have things posted for them!

Feral Bastards is the working title of my fic series hold me softly (kill me softer) which is a Dream/Technoblade-centric DSMP AU. It's a hero/villain enemies-to-friends-to-lovers starcrossed-lovers fantasy AU thing. There's four works out currently and quite a bit written but not posted; I have the whole arc of the plot mapped out, there's just a lot of actual technical writing to do. If you like deeply explored fictional cosmology and religion, court politics, and idiots being in love without realizing it, then stay tuned! There's a lot more to come.

A snippet from a future Feral Bastards fic (apologies if I've already posted this):

"The temple of the Blood God is an ugly thing.

Oh sure, it’s objectively beautiful. Gilded marble columns and thick crimson tapestries with detailed embroidery. Towering pale stone walls and looming stained glass windows and frightening multi-colored bonfires. Smooth obsidian floors polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting back the world in dark and twisted tones. The whole place reeks of riches and opulence and dominance.

It also reeks of death and war and torment.

Subjectively it is the worst place Dream has ever been to. There is not a shred of living things in the temple or the surrounding area; nothing vibrant and natural and growing. No trees or flowers or grass, just cold stone and hot metal and sleek fabric. The prizes of war are on full display here – gold and jewels, well-oiled weapons, taxidermied beasts and . . . people. Dream shivers under the watchful eyes of the dead."

Evil Gods is the working title for my now-dubbed Water AU, the main fic of which is secrets like seashells under your tongue, of which there is a chapter up and posted. Again, there is a lot of this AU that's already outlined / plotted out, but there is a bulk of writing that still needs to be done. When that happens will be . . . someday! Bit by bit! But slowly and surely we will get there. This one is a lot more beeduo and benchtrio-centric, with again, lots of fictional gods and goddesses and worldbuilding surrounding that. I also do some fun things with magic and Minecraft mechanics and spies / assassins / espionage in this one! And marine biology. Listen, I pretty much took all my niche interests and hyperfixations and squished them all into one story. It's fun.

A snippet from a future part of Water AU:

"Tubbo was going to get so much done today, it was going to blow people's minds. He was going to sit down, get shit done, and be productive. He was going to accomplish everything on his list, and then he was going to make a new list, and then he was going to get everything on that list done, too. He was going to-

"OW, FUCK, SHIT!" Tubbo yells.

He's gone sprawled across the floor, shin smarting from catching on whatever the hell he's tripped over. Seriously, who leaves stuff out in the lab? Tubbo is going to blame Jack. Tubbo rubs his chin where it's bruised from his date with the floor and glares back at the offending tripping hazard. Then he's scrambling back up to his feet.

"Holy shit, holy shit, why is there a body in my lab!?" Tubbo turns the body over, and it groans.

Tubbo reels back, but the guy doesn't move. Doesn't seem conscious, really - his eyes are closed and his face is pale and sweaty and his pale blonde hair is sticking to him like strings of taffy. There's also the strange embalming-fluid scent of magical decay hanging in the air, and something like ichor seeping through the guy's shirt. Tubbo glances down at his own hands and grimaces. The ichor is thick and stains like ink, but it's closer to oil or blood in texture. That's . . . absolutely not sanitary.

"Who the hell are you," Tubbo mutters.

The guy doesn't respond, so Tubbo starts rifling through his pockets. There's a concerning number of knives for a normal person (Tubbo appreciates the number of knives this guy has), a ledger full of code, a bag of diamonds and emeralds and lapis lazuli and redstone, and a bunch of potions. Other than the thick gold necklace around the guy's neck, there's nothing else of note. Oh, yeah, and the gaping hole through his chest leaking black ichor.

There's that."

Again, if anyone wants more snippets just hit me up!

Cheers,

Nana Graye

[clembian]

hi‼️💥💥💥im thinking abt ctubbo n chommy again [and always..]i’m ur the Beeduo Guy but perhaps you have any headcanons abt those two .?looks at you with my big sad brown eyes

ohhh ghost we r like this🤞 they r so on the mind lately.. ill just give ssome random thoughts w some hcs cos they rsooo important 2 me but also.sniffle.

i lovee the idea of preteen/kid cclingy running around the server gettin up to mischief (partially inspired by the stunts id get up to as a kid) but also they r both trans. ctubbo and ctommy r transmasc and transfem respectively 2 me so i feel like theyd have a moment pretty similar to 'dude do u think its normal to wanna be a boy sometimes' 'yeah i think everyone thinks like that' (i alwayz jump between lmanburg and post doomsday for when ctommy came out but i feel like tubbo realized a lot earlier ? and there was just so much shit going on that ctommy like did Not have the time for that) (this almost turned into a cschlatt and ctubbo rant but i reigned it in :3)

i was listening 2 always gold by radical face cos its soso good and specifically i was thinking abt the lyrics "but i am fine with where i am now, this home is home and all that i need, but for you this place is shame" and i was sortof exploding over it cos like. its so themT_Ttommy still living in (whats left of) thr main smp area. so close to thr ghost of nlm and lmanburg before that and cdreams territory before even that !!!!!!!!!!and tubbo couldnt stay 💥💥he moved to snowchester to get away from it all but tommy stayed in the same home he built at thr beginning because thr familiarity of the horrible shit was better than unfamiliar new (but potentially better) shit.

sorry im a big fan of the idea that they went through a post-Everything period of avoiding each other bc of the guilt(⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞdidnt mean 2 makeit angsty

^^tying back 2 this but likee.. landslide by fleetwood mac as a cclingy song. very much thinking sbt this song as representing the part of their lives where everything that happened is nothing more than a bad memory walking past lmanhole(long taken over by nature) or a distant look in their eyes on a bad day,, them aging and building their own lives.. stevie nicks save me.. <- so much love in my heart 4 older cbench..

i also wonder how much nature would take over the parts of the smp that dont get visited much anymore. (wizard mind beaming u the image of the church of prime kept clean while most of the surrounding area is overtaken by wildlife) do u think that one day the bench will have been there so long that without someone to keep them in check, the prairie grasses will cling to the legs and grow around them

[radiomagdalene]

If found, please return to Ranboo B.

If read, please don’t make fun of me.

 Important Points about Tubbo Underscore (president):

- Wears suit most of time - gold on shoulders. Eyes are this nice grey-brown-green but don’t say that. Scars - avoid drawing attention to them or touching them. They still hurt I think.

- Likes ginger snaps best. He’s a freak.

- His hair sticks out at the sides. That’s just how he is. DON’T TELL HIM! HE’LL KILL YOU.

- Nervous about people, easier to talk about work. Signs of nervousness - fiddles with tie, keeps his voice flat, avoids talking in first person. If his face goes blank, try to get him out of whatever conversation he’s in. It’s always bad news.

- Keep your voice down when you’re in public with him please! Other people exist! It’s not just you and him!

- His mug is the one with painted flowers. Make him another so he can put it in the Whitehouse. Green colour scheme (to suit desk?)?

- No talking about President Schlatt. P. Wilbur is okay but only lighthearted. If his face goes blank, it means you should SHUT UP!!!

- He’ll put his hand out like he wants you to hold it. Sometimes he doesn’t notice when he does it, so ASK FIRST! Don’t scare him please.

- Don’t touch the photocopier.

- He gets scared that he says too much. Remedy by sharing a secret in return.

- Occasionally he tries to convince you that working more than twenty hours per day is expected of him. THIS IS A LIE. Lure him out of Whitehouse with ginger snaps.

- Likes forests, walking, etc. Good idea after luring him out of Whitehouse?

- Likes scratches through his hair more than big pats.

- In terms of words of affirmation: no saying ‘you’re doing a good job/better than I could.’ That makes him feel worse. Try offering help. If all else fails, keep ginger snaps in bag.

- In terms of ginger snaps! He will NOT dip them in milk teas because it’s ‘not as god intended’. ANOTHER LIE. If you are feeling GRACIOUS then he likes fruit teas best. Otherwise, DO NOT AID HIS DEPRAVITY!

He is SMART and KIND and TERRIBLY OVERWORKED. Remember this. He will be worried that he’s stepped out of line if you get shocked by any of these. Keep your adoration private, please! This scares him also.

Later Addition:

This is still rather accurate but you know him better now. Extra things to avoid: gushing, desperately wanting to hold his hand, fawning, etc. Unprofessional and embarrassing. He DOES NOT want to kiss you and even if he did he is the PRESIDENT. He looks at your mouth because his EAR WAS EXPLODED and you talk VERY QUIETLY. It will make you go STUPID but you must keep yourself together because he is (I repeat!) the PRESIDENT and also your FRIEND.

[aetherprism]

Dream SMP designs!!! I made all of them furries !!!!

Individual and headcanons under the cut !! :]

Tommyinnit

Tommy hasn’t always presented himself as a raccoon hybrid, in fact he never knew this at all

He first manifested his hybrid traits during exile, which wouldn’t have been a problem if it weren’t for rampant instincts

When he finally escapes exile to Techno’s cabin, he gets the help he needs—as well as some basic information about his new needs

Wilbur Soot

Nobody actually knew (besides Phil) about Wilbur’s hybrid status, the reason why being he had a cloaking charm to look human

When he died, Ghostbur came back in the form of an entire fox hybrid. People didn’t recognize him at first until he started talking about things only Wilbur would know

When he’s revived as himself with no magical disguise in tow, he came to the unfortunate (for him) fact that one of his biggest secrets has been exposed

Technoblade

Technoblade is a piglin brute hybrid, he’s also the god of war and harvest

Due to the effects of the totem, all of his scars turned gold like his blood. His mane also has strands of gold in it, however it’s more everywhere than Wilbur and Tommy’s marks.

Philza Minecraft

Philza is an elytrian hybrid, an ancient ancestor of the avians. He’s one of the only left

He’s the Angel of Death, and the husband to the Goddess of Death, Trixtin

He’s been alive for thousands of centuries

Tubbo Underscore

Tubbo is a ram hybrid, being the son of Jschlatt (however neither of them know this)

He manifests his hybrid traits while in Manberg under the watchful eye of Schlatt (and if Schlatt was a little kinder after helping him through the pain then no one needed to know)

After his death at the festival he loses half of his ear on his right, then while his horns are growing one grows improperly and breaks through his skull and grows out his right eye socket. He’s in constant pain, but he’s used to it by now

Ranboo Beloved

Ranboo is an Enderman hybrid, everyone knows this; however no one (including themself) knows he’s also a dreamon. Yes I made dreamons an entire physical species I make the rules

His memory loss stems from his enderman and dreamon sides fighting themselves, as both species are actually mortal enemies to the point of rejecting each other subconsciously

Fundy

Fundy is a Fox Salmon hybrid, how he didn’t inherit any elytrian traits is a mystery

Wether his mother was a salmon-mer hybrid or an actual salmon is an answer only he and Wilbur know and everyone has to find out themselves (no one is willing)