#forget ctubbo their love will haunt ME forever

[1wn8ure]

one day, Tubbo goes upstairs to see the ghost dressing Michael in one of the sweaters he'd knitted for him, Before. When Michael sees him looking, he tries to get Tubbo to put on another sweater, to match. Tubbo just stands there, staring, while the ghost tugs at the loose threads surrounding the hole in their chest

god i don't go here anymore but imagine the morning before cranboo went to the prison, his birthday, tubbo beaming with a hand-knitted sweater as a present. it had taken him months of work, his hands cramping from the knitting, but there was so much love and care put into it. thinking about ranboo putting the lilac cloth under his armor, the softness and the fierceness creating a contrast of a man who in less than 24 hours would be reduced to nothing more than a slowly disintegrating corpse in a river. now thinking about the curse of the lover's sweater- giving a sweater as a gift in a relationship leading to its end. after that, tubbo never knits again. his knitting needles sit unused and gathering dust, a permanent reminder of how everyone he loves will slowly die before him.