#td!michael_beloved

[daandyli0n]

fading fireworks

td!Tubbo is turning twenty. Time to celebrate :]

hey @rosysugarr here’s The Thing i was writing. it’s got beeduo in it :]

(so, my personal hc is that the characters share their birthdays with the ccs, so this thing takes place during December. ignore the fact this is a few days late.

also! while it’s briefly mentioned, ‘Winter’s Blessing’ is basically the Church Prime equivalent to Christmas)

(warning: referenced death)

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He wakes up in his bed. His husband has already gotten up. Then he hears sounds of general chaos in the kitchen; Clementine yelling something about using sugar and not salt, and both Ranboo and Wilbur talking about how they were “friends with Niki” and “knew how to bake a cake.” Michael was confused about why they couldn’t add more sugar or use chocolate milk.  Clem sounded like it was about to have a stroke.

Ah yes. It was Tubbo’s birthday today. He forgot.

Primes, is he really twenty? He feels like he’s far older than that.

He gets out of bed, heading into the bathroom, the one that most of the household members use (there’s three bathrooms in this house. Tubbo specifically built it that way. And yet everyone insists on using this one). He grabs his toothbrush, a yellow and black one, decorated like a bee’s stripes, with dark green bristles, and starts brushing his teeth.

He picked the colors because it made him feel kind of like a kid again. The kid he was never really allowed to be on…that server. He felt like he deserved to feel like a kid again after all of that.

Quackity told him that it was called “healing your inner child” or some s**t. Tubbo would personally say that he just didn’t want to accept the fact that he spent the last two years of his childhood feeling empty, sad, angry, and grieving.

He couldn’t come to terms with the fact he wasn’t a child anymore.

Tubbo spit the toothpaste in his mouth into the sink. He cleaned the toothbrush off and put it back. He looked in the mirror, tracing over the firework scar on the right side of his face. A couple of months ago marked the three year anniversary of The Festival. The day he was trapped in a box. The day he looked in the eyes of a man he called an ally as he held a firework launcher to his face, a few seconds from pulling the trigger. The last day he was able to see out of his right eye.

He’s had nightmares on his birthday in the past few years. Unsurprisingly about the fireworks. The night before was no different.

Ranboo had to calm him down as he woke up crying and screaming. Tubbo has joked before that the nightmares on his birthday were a gift from Schlatt. And so, Ranboo soothed Tubbo, whispering a quiet “Happy birthday, Tubbo.” He scoffed back, “Got Schlatt’s present. Happy f**king birthday to me.” He managed to fall back to sleep, so at least things were starting to get better.

He slips the butterfly eyepatch that Clem made the previous year over his eye. He puts a sunflower sweater, that Clem also made for him the previous year, on as well. He was going to call this his Birthday Outfit.

He finally walks down the stairs, the Kitchen Chaos coming into view. Clem looked like they were about to pull her hair out, Wilbur was spoon feeding Ranboo vanilla extract, seemingly doing it to distress Clem further (ah yes. Weird Enderman Biology Thing Number Who-F**king-Knows-Anymore: Endermen Can Eat Or Drink Just About Anything Without Issue), and Michael trying to mix cake batter. Funny, concerning, and adorable.

Ranboo made a face. “Why does it taste like that? How does it make things taste good but it tastes like that?”

Wilbur shrugs. “I dunno man. Just one of those weird Overworld things, I guess.” He suddenly looked at Tubbo entering the room. “Eyy! It’s the Birthday Boy!” 

Tubbo got various different happy birthday messages:

“Happy birthday, Daddy!”

“Happy birthday, Tubs!”

“Happy birthday, Bee.”

He chuckles, smiling. “Thanks guys. Good morning.”

Clementine looks like she’s at her wits end. “Tubbo, thank the Primes, these two have no idea how to make a cake. They’re driving me f-....insane. They're driving me insane.” 

Wilbur had a mischievous look. “Oh? Why’s Michael getting left out of this?” Ranboo was trying to hold in laughter. Clem gave Wilbur an unimpressed look. “Michael’s the only one here who’s got an excuse, which is that he’s five.”

Tubbo rolled his eyes, smiling. He walked over to Michael, who was still mixing the batter, and ruffled the fur on his head. “And how’s my lil’ nugget doing?”

Michael smiled up at his father. “Makin’ you a birthday cake!” He goes back to mixing. “Daddy, why can’t we put more sugar and use chocolate milk?”

Tubbo laughed a little. Kids. “Well, it’s not in the recipe, I guess. If you want, we can make a cake later doing that, okay?”

Michael’s eyes lit up. “Really?! Thank you, Daddy!”

“No problem.” He started walking towards the living room. “Now, since you guys refused to let me help last year, and forced me to sit down, I guess I’ll just be in the living room reading. Have fun, guys.”

Clem had a look of mock horror on her face. “Tubbo, y-you can’t seriously be leaving me here to deal with this s**t alone.”

Wilbur quickly started up again. “Hey Ranboo! You want to try a spoonful of flour next?” Still trying to hold in their laughter, Ranboo nods. “Sure, I’ve always wondered how flour tastes by itself!” Tubbo knew that was a lie, given that Tubbo has witnessed Ranboo eat a whole handful of raw flour before, much to Tubbo’s shock, but he doesn’t mention that. They were having fun right now, and that was what mattered.

As Tubbo walked into the living room, He heard Clem let out a groan of annoyance, and then she suddenly piped up with, “NO NO NO, DON’T TURN THE FURNACE UP THAT HIGH, IT WILL BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-” while Wilbur and Ranboo burst out laughing.

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The sun finally started to set, Michael and Yogurt were playing in the snow, and Tubbo was sitting on the porch, a mug of hot chocolate in his hands. Winter’s Blessing was a couple of days away, and Fundy had decided to come a few days earlier to celebrate, bringing Yogurt with him. Quackity had shown up earlier, bringing some gifts for Tubbo. It was mostly some little science projects for him to do, but Quackity also gave him a little journal. To write in, they said.

Right now, Quackity and Wilbur were having some discussion about how they were both doing, given that Wilbur hadn’t had a therapy appointment in about a week due to the holidays, and Quackity just wanted to do a check-in. Clementine and Fundy were reminiscing about their childhoods. And Ranboo- wait, where was Ranboo?

Tubbo heard the door open and felt footsteps coming behind him. “Hey Bee. You doing alright?” Ah. there he was. Tubbo sighs, “Yeah, just…thinking. About things…”

Ranboo, also holding a mug of hot chocolate, sits next to Tubbo on the steps. “Wanna talk about it?”

Tubbo thinks for a moment, trying to think of how to word his thoughts. “...It doesn’t feel like I should be twenty. I feel like I should still be sixteen. Or forty.”

Ranboo nodded, humming. “Uh huh.”

“I feel like time just…doesn’t exist anymore, y’know? It feels like the last few years were a blur, that…it didn’t happen. But it did.”

“Well…I feel like that, too. But I think that might be more of a memory issue thing for me..”

“Hm..” Tubbo pauses, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. “...I had a dream after I went back to sleep.”

Ranboo seems interested. “Oh, really? What was it about?”

“...Techno was there.”

Ranboo sits there for a moment, his silence letting Tubbo know to continue.

“...We were sitting next to the L’mancrater. It was peaceful. He was petting a wolf, and I was enjoying the breeze and the sunlight, y’know; just chilling. Then he turned to me and just…bandaged my face. He was cracking jokes, trying to calm me down…he was acting like I had just been…y’know, blown up.” He paused to sip his hot chocolate again.

“He apologized to me. Like he did after The Green B**ch broke out. Like a genuine “I’m sorry for killing you.” I didn’t get that after The Festival. I was just told “Oh, I was peer pressured.” It’s just…he helped patch me up and apologized. It..felt comforting. It’s like my dream continued itself after I fell back to sleep.”

Ranboo nodded. “Well, that sounds good, Bee.”

“Maybe it’s my brain finally forgiving him. Or maybe my brain was weird about the nightmare. I dunno.”

Ranboo shrugs. “Who knows, could be one or the other.” They wrap an arm around Tubbo’s shoulder, kissing him on the cheek. “Well, whatever it is, happy birthday, Tubbo.”

Tubbo smiles. “Thanks, Boo.”

[daandyli0n]

so, fun fact! td!Beeduo call Michael their Lil’ Nugget because. Gold Nuggets. plus it’s just cute in general :]

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He finally walks down the stairs, the Kitchen Chaos coming into view. Clem looked like they were about to pull her hair out, Wilbur was spoon feeding Ranboo vanilla extract, seemingly doing it to distress Clem further (ah yes. Weird Enderman Biology Thing Number Who-F**king-Knows-Anymore: Endermen Can Eat Or Drink Just About Anything Without Issue), and Michael trying to mix cake batter. Funny, concerning, and adorable.

Ranboo made a face. “Why does it taste like that? How does it make things taste good but it tastes like that?”

Wilbur shrugs. “I dunno man. Just one of those weird Overworld things, I guess.” He suddenly looked at Tubbo entering the room. “Eyy! It’s the Birthday Boy!” 

Tubbo got various different happy birthday messages:

“Happy birthday, Daddy!”

“Happy birthday, Tubs!”

“Happy birthday, Bee.”

He chuckles, smiling. “Thanks guys. Good morning.”

Clementine looks like she’s at her wits end. “Tubbo, thank the Primes, these two have no idea how to make a cake. They’re driving me f-....insane. They're driving me insane.” 

Wilbur had a mischievous look. “Oh? Why’s Michael getting left out of this?” Ranboo was trying to hold in laughter. Clem gave Wilbur an unimpressed look. “Michael’s the only one here who’s got an excuse, which is that he’s five.”

Tubbo rolled his eyes, smiling. He walked over to Michael, who was still mixing the batter, and ruffled the fur on his head. “And how’s my lil’ nugget doing?”

Michael smiled up at his father. “Makin’ you a birthday cake!” He goes back to mixing. “Daddy, why can’t we put more sugar and use chocolate milk?”

Tubbo laughed a little. Kids. “Well, it’s not in the recipe, I guess. If you want, we can make a cake later doing that, okay?”

Michael’s eyes lit up. “Really?! Thank you, Daddy!”

“No problem.” He started walking towards the living room. “Now, since you guys refused to let me help last year, and forced me to sit down, I guess I’ll just be in the living room reading. Have fun, guys.”

Clem had a look of mock horror on her face. “Tubbo, y-you can’t seriously be leaving me here to deal with this s**t alone.”

Wilbur quickly started up again. “Hey Ranboo! You want to try a spoonful of flour next?” Still trying to hold in their laughter, Ranboo nods. “Sure, I’ve always wondered how flour tastes by itself!” Tubbo knew that was a lie, given that Tubbo has witnessed Ranboo eat a whole handful of raw flour before, much to Tubbo’s shock, but he doesn’t mention that. They were having fun right now, and that was what mattered.

As Tubbo walked into the living room, He heard Clem let out a groan of annoyance, and then she suddenly piped up with, “NO NO NO, DON’T TURN THE FURNACE UP THAT HIGH, IT WILL BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-” while Wilbur and Ranboo burst out laughing.

Rosy would you like a little section from the Birthday Fic i'm writing? (ignore the fact that it's a day late)

it's got:

- td!Tubbo coming downstairs to witness Clem, Wilbur, Ranboo, and Michael baking him a cake (or trying to, anyway)

- Ranboo and Wilbur doing random s**t to f**k with Clem (in a /pos way)

- Michael being an adorable five year old trying to help bake his dad a cake

- Tubbo being chill and just enjoying the chaos

WAUGHH YES PLEASE

[daandyli0n]

alright so! a few fun facts about my boy:

- Michael’s a history nerd. his parents + Tommy barely told him anything (mostly due to the fact that. y’know. that history was also kinda their trauma, and they didn’t want to trauma dump to a child), so Michael would just sneak into the library to read history books. and as the years went on...well, Michael connected some dots about what happened to his family. and he’s Pissed

- he has threatened the Ghost Trio (ghost!Dream, ghost!Punz, and Glatt), as i call them, that if they Don’t Stop Being A**holes, then he’s personally gonna figure out a way to like. Permanently kill them

- his reasons for disliking all of them are:

Glatt: ...Red Festival. also just Manberg in general. (cause. y’know. td!Tubbo)

ghost!Punz: killed his father (td!Ranboo) and attemptted to assist td!Dream in kidnapping him once (long story)

ghost!Dream: .....where would you like me to start? also, for more specific reasons, 1) again, the kidnapping thing, and 2) “Oh! So you’re the reason Uncle Tom is f**ked up. You’re the b**ch who did that. Well then! F**k you :)”

- he’s trying to renovate the Mansion, his old home. this is difficult when The Neighborhood Ghosts won’t leave you alone

- he’s about 6′4″. taller than Dad (td!Tubbo), but shorter than Pa (td!Ranboo)

- he’s got a zombie horse! their name is Lettuce :]

- his younger sibling is named Viola. they’re a sweetheart

- also, the other kid i mentioned? td!Tommy’s adopted kid (he’s got two others, but this one’s the main focus)? her name is Echo. she’s a transfem enderman. she acts so much like Tommy pre-...Everything that it’s unnerving to most people

- Michael is so tired. someone give him a break. he’s angry For his family. he’s angry that he almost got kidnapped when he was practically a toddler. he needs a hug

- he, Echo, and Viola are in a group i call Benchtrio 2.0 :]

Rosy would you like to hear about td!Michael? specifically the future version of him

long story short, there's gonna be a spinoff of Trampled Dandelions that's basically just. All The DSMP Kiddos (plus some oc-ish dudes that i added in, including a kid td!Tommy adopted as well as a younger sibling for Michael) Going To Chill On The Now Mostly Abandoned Server That May Or May Not Have Ghosts On It. Michael Hates All Three Of Them

(i'll let you guess who they are)

OOH YES. sorry it took me so long to answer this, I checked it from my phone and went OH I SHOULD ANSWER THAT and then. kept forgetting