#dsmp beeduo

[pocket-goat]

coming out and revealing myself as an old dsmp fan to my tumblr following........ i hope u guys can accept and forgive me because i will not be changing

[terezicaptor]

i <3 nlm cbee <333

(closeups under cut)

[mon-moonfae]

An old one

[clo3erz]

fathers and son

hush Micheal the adults are talking

[productofaritual]

I don't remember who it was, but the Tumblr user who described c!beeduo as "right person right time there just wasn't enough time" WILL be paying for my therapy

[pl4yingcards]

hey do you guys think that tubbo didn't see the potential issue with signing the contract to make Walltown part of Las Nevadas because he was so used to political moves and pawns being used separately from relationships that he didn't even consider how ranboo might process it

to tubbo it was just a good political move, something that would benefit them in the short and long-term. to ranboo, it was him giving away something they had built together like it was nothing

[thatsquitepoggers]

PEOPLE WHO MAKE MERCH

yall how tf do yall manifacture those acrylic keychains?😭 i see a whole bunch of ppl having them in their shop, but like, WHERE DO YOU MANIFACTURE THEM? I want to start making merch too so i feel like thats a good start.

[charlybvnny]

Take my soul and write me some bee duo family fluff ! NOTHING BAD AT THE END >:( Charly i see you!

Thank you very much for the soul, it's very pretty.

Ok, well then, ask and you shall receive.

Family Dinner.

(note: I am not a writer, so far I've just been writing my thoughts and I am not good at writing fluff in any way.)

Tubbo and Ranboo come home, one day, bringing with them a basket of veg, freshly plowed potatoes, bright orange carrots and vibrant burgundy beets.

Plopping the hay-weaved basket onto the kitchen counter, tiny hoofsteps are heard running down to greet the duo.

A tiny pink fluffball rams into Ranboo's legs, excited mal-deformed whistles and squeaks leaving the boy, giving his papa the tightest and warmest of hugs.

Cold slender arms pick up the baby, bringing him up to tower above Tubbo, head pressed gently into the crook of a black and white neck, Michael holds onto the parent with tight and warm love.

Watching from the higher position, cuddled lovingly in his loved one's care, Michael watches with intense focus as his other parent washes the veg, scrubbing off dirt, and cutting off the stalks and cutting chunks off veg, stewing up some pot of broth.

Delicious smells fill the house, a carrot and potato stew boiling in a pot, baking some strips of lamb in the furnace, the two husbands cooking for their child. Ever seen a sweeter sight in your life? michael hasn't.

The warm flames of home, of family, it heats up the frigid house from the state it used to be, from the neglect it has undergone in the previous weeks. The house is filled with busy chatter and the familiar smell of warm food, home cooked meals filled with a love the boy hasn't felt in weeks, yet has not forgotten anytime since the last.

As the mismatched family sit down to eat, all huddled up around a rickety wooden table, sitting in splintering little chairs, the youngest of which barely able to look up from his bowl, the steam coming from the meal cloaking the boy from seeing his parents properly, and yet he knows they're there. They love him.

He's sure now, as they spoon-feed the baby boy a healthy helping of soup, letting him much on mutton and bite into hearty, fluffy bread. Filling the boy with both food and happiness.

All is well in the house that day. The cold winter winds won't nip at the skin of the boy this day. He has his parents to protect him. They'll always keep him safe. Always.

For he is loved, and love protects all.

[dakotac0le]

My sillies . My favorites . My everythings . My darlings . My little guys . My freaks .

Redraw !! Original (done in 2022 i think ??) under cut

[hauntingjasper]

Ranboo teaches you how to improve your marriage life :D

[just-a-local-abomination]

I can finally rest easy knowing that, for once, I was RIGHT ABOUT THE CANON BABY LETS FUCKIN GO

I'M NOT CANON DIVERGENT MOTHERFUCKERS 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

[appletaffy5]

dsmp hcs 1

TOMMY

Can shapeshift from raccoon, avian, or demon

Demiboy

BI, ARGUE WITH THE WALL.

Slightly prefers Wilbur over Techno

"UR A HOMO, TUBBO."

mhm, def hates the color purple /sarc

TUBBO

Homo

Bee/Goat hybrid

he eats chocolate when he's sad btw

overprotective??? (bench trio)

bro's broken

RANBOO

He's half albino enderman

he likes long hair.

Achillean

"um-?"

Gets distracted easily

[voiidbug]

BEEDUO!!!

Hey look at that. First set of Dsmp designs. Who should I do next lol? Dude these guys are so silly <33

[mon-moonfae]

They're gossiping.

Redraw.

I'm officially back. Hehe.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Paint

Tubbo likes to paint. He’s always loved it, as far back as he can remember; when he was very small, barely a toddler, he’d stuff his hands into buckets of paint and smear them across the walls of his house, squealing with delight. His mother would only watch, smiling with a hand covering her mouth. Never trying to stop him. He wonders why she didn’t. He’s glad she didn’t.

As he got older, he also grew more refined—but only slightly so. He no longer buried his arms into paint buckets, and instead used the tips of his fingers to strike lines across a canvas. He’d use all sorts of colors; ones that blended together and ones that clashed, ones that calmed and ones that excited. He’d use anything and everything. He’d even tried mud, once.

And as he grew even older, his love of painting shifted to a love of other forms of art, mainly sketching. He got into the habit of always carrying around a notebook, just in case he got inspired—or perhaps very bored.

Tubbo never really considered himself a great artist, but he liked to believe that he was at least halfway decent. At the very least.

So it was that many years after Tubbo’s first adventures in painting—and many nations later as well—Tubbo found himself sitting in the living room of his house, hunched over on the couch as he uses a pencil to draw a picture in his sketchbook. In all honesty, he’s not quite sure what he’s drawing. It was originally going to be a simple honeybee, but he’d gotten carried away, adding flowers and grasses and a sky until the single honeybee became a honeybee in the midst of a sprawling field.

Tubbo likes it. It’s a bit messy, but he likes it. He hasn’t drawn anything this detailed in a while.

“What are you doing?” Ranboo, who’d been quiet up to this point, sets his book aside, leaning forwards in his chair. Tubbo glances at him in surprise, staring a moment before returning to his own book.

“Sketching.”

There’s quiet. “Sketching?”

“Yeah. Just doodling.”

More quiet. “Doodling? What’s…”

Tubbo furrows his brow. “You sound confused. What are you confused about?”

“Oh, I don’t know… I guess, like… what’s, um… what’s sketching? And doodling? I’ve never really, like, heard those words before.”

“Waitwaitwait, Ranboo.” Tubbo looks up from his book, setting his pencil into the center of it. “You don’t- have you seriously never heard of sketching? Seriously?”

Ranboo’s ears twitch as he softly clears his throat. “I don’t… think so?”

~~~

BEEDUO!!!!

Ranboo’s already clueless on Many Things including pronouns alsgoavsiagai he would also be confused over art. I think.

I’d never really thought of Tubbo as an artist before writing this, so… not too sure where that came from XD

For this ask game :)

[productofaritual]

C!Ranboo "does not understand the concept of touch starvation" Beloved and c!Tubbo "is touch starved 24/7 but doesn't say anything about it" Underscore