#possessed!ranboo

[idiot-mushroom]

we hate dream, in every universe

[pisspisspisspissp]

joyful and happy and nothing ever happened to them ever (°◡°♡)

[polilyen]

the reset.

[pumpkinpenguin]

yeah my health is fucked up atm and i should be working on my tmnt x tfa comic but nahhh

autism says r800/ranboo transformer. i was thinking particlestatic or starstatic for their name??? idk @ranboolivesaysstuff it's your oc you name it. my brain is clocking in.

[catzgam3rz]

TikTok won’t stop showing me DSMP videos, take the ol’ favs :,)

[masherface]

Angel and demon r800 Jennifer’s body au

[1sleepdeprived]

Weirdo freaks. These were mainly to get design ideas down so they’re kinda bad but rfjrhfjg who cares. Zero and the founder need a few tweaks (Founder especially)

Anyway headcanons under cut

I like to give Showfall employees/ actors wings both for visual appeal and cause I think it’s a good way to show the Founders influence (and cause i like them and I’m very biased.)

The Founder to me is not entirely human, maybe he was once but definitely not anymore. The bodies he uses were old workers he pilots around. Being a nonhuman entity I believe he has a sort of field to him that can cause psychical and mental changes in a person the more you’re around him. Thus the wings.

The wings are not physically there and nobody not affect by Showfall’s visual manipulation can see them. The only way to see them is via the visual manipulation (what makes blood appear green and so on.) Even then most actors can’t see it as it freaks them out. However if the actors have been there a while they can sorta feel them.

Wings are pretty much an indicator on who the Founder’s favorites are. It can also be the audiences favorites that get them too. Zero is a special case but I’ll get into that later.

Hetch and Ranboo both have them, Hetch being given them by the Founder and Ranboo by the audience which is why theirs are more transparent. (There was a Hetch drawing but I didn’t like it.) Some actors and employees get feathers but not much else.

Wings are also a good way to see if someone is going to die as the Founder tends to kill his favorites a lot. Oopsies.

The Founders weird as his entire face is covered. His face is also very hard to be perceived by anyone not under Showfall’s effects. You can look him in the face but can’t tell what his eyes are supposed to be. However the weird field around him causes whatever you think he looks like to become your reality. (If you say his eyes are brown you see them as brown) This is helpful cause having multiple eye witnesses describe him differently can ruin investigations.

Zero has two sets cause I like her. Her appearance is also hidden by Showfall. Similar to how the Founder works but with her whole body. However she’s more concrete and everyone thinks she looks pretty much the same. However there are some inaccuracies that can be chocked up to misremembering.

If you happen to fall out of favor with the Founder or the audience he can remove them. Or rip them off which is the option he goes for. (He’s the only one who can do this for some reason) Some employees have torn wings because of this.

Hetch keeps his wings open. He’s boasting that he’s in the Founders Favor. Ranboo only really gets them during the box scene and keeps his covering his face to keep the audience from staring at him (also the lights during the box scene are bright.) Zero keeps hers close to her head cause they freak her out.

I think Jay also has wings but that’s cause they’re a weird freak who knows too much /aff. The Red One is a full on bird.

TLDR- Wings mean the Founder likes you.

[selfcontainedunivcrse]

vwoop and finch are kind of tbbo3901 rnboo except I need to find one specific post . and i can't

[ria-writes-stuff]

Is This Entertaining - part 2

As it turned out, there were a lot of little favours Teagon wanted him to do. Ranboo had the sneaking suspicion that maybe Teagon didn’t really need all of these jobs done, but he couldn’t find it in himself to actually… well, bring it up. Not when his prize for staying silent was warmth, and food, and the satisfying ache in his arm as he drew it shakily across the strings of the violin after hours of standing upright as Teagon instructed him.

let me know if you want to be added to the ITE taglist [:

[maddiethesapphic]

sorry guys i listened to the voices

[poggersbastard]

THE END

[ima-mezz]

Cw gun

Guys I think I’m getting a little too silly goofy for my own good

[writing-oof]

and the narrator is less confused than you'd think - possession AU

"Sorry about this," the crow rumbles, his voice shaking something in Ranboo's chest, "Tommy brought home a new stray." Fuck Tommy. Sincerely. Ranboo had trusted Tommy, had been friends with Tommy. He'd told him dozens of times about how the people he trusted always turned around and betrayed him. Maybe, Ranboo even gave Tommy the idea.

The sky tears at his skin with curling whips of wind, air rushing past him.

There's an avian hot on his heels, flying just a few dozen meters behind him, and he's all too aware of the approaching guard towers of the Badlands.

The avian shouts something again, unintelligible over the wind, but Ranboo pays him no mind.

Anyone willing to work with the Hunters isn't his friend, hybrid or no.

Below, something shimmers between the trees and it takes all Ranboo has to keep flying.

It's shiny, and he wants it, and if there wasn't a crow chasing him through some of the most dangerous skies in the world he would dive through the thick underbrush to claim it.

As it is, he grits his teeth and flies away. He doesn't bother swerving through the air, but only because the avian hasn't bothered throwing anything. It would only be mildly helpful at best and a waste of his already depleted energy at worst.

Ranboo's wings glide through the air, slicing through it in a way his fins would never cut through the water. If flying wasn't such a dangerous thing, he'd never leave the air. He'd never stay in the waters if Hunters didn't prowl the land.

The shining thing happens again, in the trees ahead, and again, in the trees to his right.

Ranboo bites his tongue until he tastes copper, desperately flying forward and away from the shimmering prizes buried in the surrounding forest.

They're well within the Badlands airspace now and the guard towers closest to them have scopes trained on their forms.

They'll shoot any second now, Ranboo knows.

He realized that it had been a death sentence either way once the crow avian had begun chasing him towards the Badlands and the Antarctic Empire's airspace. Trespassers aren't tolerated in either land and he imagines the crow had suspected he'd give up.

Still, the deaths from the trespassers of the Badlands weren't usually long. They didn't really do torture, in the same way that the Antarctic Empire absolutely did .

It had been an easy decision, swerving left instead of right. Still, the crow hadn't hesitated much even once Ranboo had passed into the Badlands.

Ranboo doubts the crow is content to die and, given his persistence to return Ranboo to the End with a knife between his eyes, he doubts he'll be a quick kill of the Badlands.

One of the guards, a feline hybrid with sharp eyes and sharper claws, catches his eye from atop a guard tower. He has a crossbow between his hands (paws?) and he levels it at Ranboo.

He has half a second to twist away, but he's already exhausted. The first shot slides behind him, the tiny arrow--honestly, he doesn't recognize the design or the practicality of it--just barely kissing his skin.

He isn't so lucky, on the second shot, and it sticks into the crook of his shoulder and his chest, just below his collarbones.

He hisses lightly and rips the tiny thing out, hovering in the air long enough for a force like a boulder to slam into his back. The air leaves his lungs in one fell and fatal swoop and arms wrap around his chest, pulling him close.

He beats out his wings, jerking in the relentless hold of the crow behind him. The man croons something low Ranboo can barely make out through his struggles.

In his haste to throw the man off of him, Ranboo hardly notices when a second figure joins them in the air.

A shadowy figure with inky, curling skin and bone-white wings meets them in the sky. His eyes glow in the light of the moon and Ranboo knows, without a trace of doubt, that this is the leader of the Badlands.

Ranboo, instinctively and respectfully, stills in the arms of his captor to duck his head at the demon's approach.

"Wonderful evening," Badboyhalo greets. Ranboo swallows nervously.

"Sorry about this," the crow rumbles, his voice shaking something in Ranboo's chest, "Tommy brought home a new stray."

Fuck Tommy.

Sincerely.

Something confused and hurt and angry and not entirely human bubbles inside of him at the injustice.

Ranboo had trusted Tommy, had been friends with Tommy. He'd told him dozens of times about how the people he trusted always turned around and betrayed him. Maybe, Ranboo even gave Tommy the idea.

Tommy had invited him home, had brought him to the suburban picket-fence duplex under the guise of meeting his family, and had promptly helped his brothers tie Ranboo to the basement.

They were helping, they'd assured him.

Liars, the lot of them. Tubbo had warned him, even.

"Be careful with Tommy," he had said, rolling his eyes, "He'll sell your soul for a pizza roll."

Admittedly, quotes taken from Monopoly Night don't really count, but still.

Ranboo feels stupid, for having trusted them.

He's just usable. Re usable, apparently.

He'd trusted Tommy and Tommy had "brought home a stray." They wanted an animal, to hunt to kill to eat. Or, maybe, they wanted to keep him.

Ranboo shudders in the arms of a man who is equally likely to be Tommy's actual dad or a Hunter faking relation and tries not to think about the barren rooms he'd rushed through in his haste to escape the Craft family home. He tries not to wonder how many people they've caught or killed or kept before him.

"It's not a problem," Badboyhalo says, startling Ranboo into a full-bodied flinch. The demon eyes him thoughtfully. "Do you want some weakness potions? They're helpful for the flighty kids."

Ice sinks in Ranboo's stomach.

"Please," he whispers, half a prayer under his breath, "Please."

"It's alright," the demon says, uncharacteristically soft, "You'll be okay. This muffin's not gonna hurt you."

He is , though.

Badboyhalo's a demon , he should know that. Except, he's working with Tommy's dad who's a Hunter and he's going to let Ranboo die .

"Weakness potion 's probably a good idea," the crow says, "Or maybe a few, actually. That dart didn't seem to do much of anything."

Dart? The tiny arrow?

Had they tried to poison him?

Ranboo doesn't know why he keeps being surprised when they try to hurt him. It's all they'd done since he'd broken free from the bindings and the ropes and the runes in the Craft's basement.

"Alright," Badboyhalo agrees and, suddenly, they're moving. Below him, he can feel the avian struggling to hold him up even with Ranboo's wings half-supporting him in the hold.

The demon turns away and Ranboo falls slack in the crow's hold. The man releases him with a startled shout and Ranboo tears off like a shot.

He dives for part of the Badland's lower encampment, near the base of one of the guard towers.

It's pure luck that there's a chalk stick within grabbing range. And, for all that the Badlands are inescapable and that it's only a matter of time before he's found, he slinks out of the camp with silent footsteps and an invisibility rune etched onto his cloak.

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The Badlands are surprisingly lush with greenery. Flying over, the forests had clearly spanned for miles, but seeing the tops of trees is worlds different than being surrounded by moss and wildflowers and grasses that come up to his knees. The sun filters through the leaves and gives the forest floor a soft and warm glow.

It's a beautiful place, for all that it will probably be his grave.

Ranboo tries not to be bitter about his untimely end, but there's something hot in his chest that knows that he doesn't deserve to die.

He's never done anything wrong. Or, at the very least, he's never hurt anyone on purpose.

He's never attacked a human, and the crow shouldn't have even known that he was a hybrid. Ranboo never even told Tommy .

He tries not to think about Tubbo, tries not to wonder if he knew what their friend was planning to do to Ranboo, if Tubbo was the one to tell Tommy about Ranboo. He doesn't think he could take it if both of his friends had conspired for his death.

Ranboo keeps his mind firmly directed to the surrounding land as he walks through the forest. The Badlands are probably hunting for him, helping the Hunter they'd typically shoot.

He doesn't understand, but sometimes Ranboo isn't supposed to understand. That's what Wilbur had said as he wrapped ropes around Ranboo's middle.

He'd whispered softly, and the kindness in his voice and the harshness of his hands had left Ranboo dizzy.

Ranboo's lucky he'd managed that half-second of clarity, or he probably never would have left.

They'd been so kind to him, even as they were trying to kill him, and Ranboo knows that he is blinded by gentleness much easier than he is by a blindfold.

But, he'd gotten away then, and now he's gotten away again.

Some shriveled part of him dares to hope that he'll survive, that he might escape to some safe land away from the killers and skinners and eaters and keepers.

His human skin is still solid enough that he should be able to disappear into the city without much problem. Tommy's dad might have Ranboo beat on speed, but even the crow--Hunter or no--will have a hard time matching Ranboo's ability to hide.

Endermen are solitary, tricky creatures with the ability to disappear like no one's business.

Tommy won't find him again. Part of him breathes a sigh of relief in knowing that he will be safe but a larger, more desperate, part of him cries at the loss of another person he thought was safe.

He won't ever see Tubbo again either, with the threat of capture constantly over his head.

The ram-hybrid had been kind, but he's a traditional hybrid and no one will come running for his hide unless Ranboo directs them there.

He's not willing to kill his friend, even if he might be the reason Ranboo dies instead.

Ranboo makes his way carefully through the greenery, trenching through the thick plants that cling to his feet and beckon him to rest. He can't hear the Badlanders or Tommy's dad, but he's sure they're coming.

He keeps away from the more lit areas of the forest and avoids areas visible from above, even with the invisibility rune still crackling on his cloak. He isn't taking risks; he isn't going to die.

He vows it to himself, channels all the hopefulness and spiteful resolve to survive that he can, and slinks through the shadows of the forest.

Here, the sun outlines the barest hints of Ranboo's surroundings, the bright light only just filtering through the winding branches and greenery above.

Eventually, the winding whir of a stream beckons Ranboo west. On the other side of the stream, bright blue flowers stem from the bank and they sway gently in the mid-day breeze.

A fuzzy-eared rabbit drinks at the stream, the tiny creature barely the length of Ranboo's foot. As he approaches the stream, letting himself be visible to the skies only long enough to still the wildfire in his throat, it barely spares him a glance.

He downs handfuls of water, drinking like a man days into the desert, and only enters the cover of the trees when his stomach aches in its fill.

He sits, back pressed against a tree, and isn't terribly surprised when the rabbit burrows into his lap.

"Hello," Ranboo says quietly, gently running a hand along its ears.

"Hi," a voice responds chipperly.

It takes Ranboo an embarrassingly long time to realize that the voice is not, in fact, coming from the rabbit in his lap.

He looks up, meets earthy-brown eyes speckled with a vibrant blue that seems to catch the sunlight.

Blue crystals spot the man's face like freckles and it takes Ranboo another shamefully lengthy moment to realize that his spell hasn't run out and the man is instead realizing the strangeness of a rabbit floating a few inches off the ground.

Ranboo sets the rabbit on the ground carefully, not willing to fling the poor creature even in his haste, and he carefully makes his way away from the man.

The rabbit, not keen on losing its new friend, hops in Ranboo's direction.

The man eyes Ranboo's general direction and cheerfully says, "Hello! Are you new to the Badlands?"

Ranboo bites his lip, unsure. The man already knows he's here, but he can't stab Ranboo if he doesn't know where he is.

At Ranboo's silence, the man frowns a bit. "It's alright," the man says, "Are you lost? We're not far from the border."

The man steps forward and Ranboo takes a step back instinctively, snapping a twig under his heel.

The man looks at him closer now, his gaze just missing Ranboo's eyes by an inch. Ranboo bites back a shudder.

The rabbit hops closer and nuzzles into Ranboo's bare feet, its fur tickling his ankle.

"Your friend seems nice," the man says, looking at the tiny creature interestedly.

Ice washes down Ranboo's spine and, before he can think better of it, he scoops the rabbit up into his arms and lets a growl crawl out of his chest. He steps back, the tree pressing into his spine.

The man takes a step back, his hands raised in surrender.

"Easy," the man says, "I'm not--I'm not gonna hurt you, alright? My name's Skeppy. I live just over there."

The man points north and, sure enough, a winding spire of a chimney peeks out from the treetops.

Skeppy, if that really is his name, is a member of the Badlands. Badboyhalo had made it perfectly clear that there is no safety for Ranboo here.

"Look," Skeppy says, "I can help you get back to the border. I've got some shoes you can borrow and I can help you with that rune, too."

The man meets Ranboo's gaze and Ranboo jerks back, his breath wheezing out of his lungs as his head smacks into the trunk of the tree.

" Easy, " Skeppy says again with concern pinching his brow, stepping forward toward a clearly now-visible Ranboo. A small tear runs through the edge of the rune, bits of tree bark still caught on his cloak from when it must've torn.

Skeppy reaches for Ranboo and the teen flinches, choking out, "D--don't."

Surprisingly, Skeppy stops, his hand frozen in the air.

"Alright," Skeppy agrees, his voice strained, "I'm not gonna hurt you."

He seems genuinely distressed, enough that part of Ranboo almost wants to trust him. Still, he's seen exactly what trusting seemingly genuine people gets you.

"Go--" Ranboo's voice cracks, "Go away ."

Skeppy nods understandingly but makes no move to leave. "I can't just leave you out here," he says, "This forest is dangerous."

Ranboo snaps, "Believe me, I'm perfectly aware."

"I--" Skeppy thins his lips, clearly wanting to press. "I won't tell anyone you're here or that you've been through. You have my word."

"What good is your word ?" Ranboo spits, his eyes locked on every twitch Skeppy makes. He feels like the rot-infested animals of Hypixel, snarling and dripping at the mouth. The rabbit in Ranboo's arms purrs contentedly.

Skeppy frowns. "I'm an elemental," he says and, at Ranboo's blank look, explains, "We're bound by our words. I promise I won't hurt you and I won't tell anyone, alright?"

A howl rings through the trees, like a wolf but just an inch off-kilter--

[maple-leifarts]

omgzomgz i was scrolling through all my posts about aptau on here and REMEMBERED. THAT THE ONLY REASON NYX EXISTS IS BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY DIDN’T FILL RANBOOS EYES IN WHILE DRAWING A COMIC FOR AN ARC INTRO. GUYS.

[spontaneousmangowhore]

it took me like two (2) hours which is surprising because an older piece took SIX (6) HOURS anyways here ya go

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