#tobias/tubbo(he/him)

[rabble-dabble]

once upon a time, i asked @a-non-ymouswriter a question, teasingly.

what could non have possibly teased the answer to the future of rewind as? well...

⁽ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃʳᵗ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶦⁿ ᵃᵈᵛᵃⁿᶜᵉ⁾

3 YEARS KNOWING THEO COULD'VE DIED IN REWIND BECAUSE NON ANSWERED MY ASK BY ACCIDENTALLY PRESSING PRIVATE

the torture is over i am FREEEEEE!!!!! non at this point i deserve braidinnit please its all im asking for i had to cope for 3 years pls grant me my biggest wish for being theoinnit's bravest soldier :salute:

[arginnit]

I'd love to know more of Tubbo lore for the AU

well! as said before he used to be very close with tommy, they stopped talking at around 11 years old and tommy switched schools, tubbo eventually also switched schools and ended up in ranboos

hes jschaltts nephew but he lives with him and ig his name here would be tobias but im calling him tubbo for convenience sake

with ranboos reputation at his school being "violent weirdo" he never interacted much with him, tho the time he did it wasnt anythig bad, just very casual small talk

hes naturally very curious, and having lots of free time helps him lots. he was decently familiar with the guy that died, he had prevoiusly worked for schallt a summer where tubbo had to spend most of his time with him

he heard him rambling once about a kid that crossed him and how they fought over some petty shit, the guy said they where tall and wearing a stupid mask. tubbo connected the dots but didnt say anything

he was actually the last person that saw him alive, he was sitting on his doorstep enjoying the wind when he saw him angrily walking somewhere, he asked for what and all he got was that he was going to go "beat the shit out of someone"

when he pressed him he just said "that tall guy"

again, tubbo connects the dots. hes very shocked when hes declared missing, even more when hes found dead.

he kinda begins stalking ranboo after that, purpousefully getting closer to him

[the-harvest-system]

Hello! We're the Harvest system, welcome to our blog/public system journal! 

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👁️Xel/Cyrus - they/neos/it/he, protector

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[tubznpurpz]

~TUBZ INTROOOO!!!!🐝🐝🐝✿✿❀❀ ~

~Tubbo/Tubz/Tubs/Tobias/Toby/Bee

~They/them/he/him

~Trixic and Non binary ^^

~MINORRRR!!!!

~ID KIN IS C!TUBBO!!! (Also a Q!Tubbo, O!Tubbo, BKT!Jackie, and MS!Kawaii~Chan fickin!!)

~INT: C!Tommy and C!Ranboo fickins, dsmp and qsmp enjoyers, dsmp fickins in general

~DNI: C!Schlatt kins of any shape or form, dream team fans, Wilbur soot fans, Forever fans

This blog is to share me and Purpzy wurpzy's silly fictionkin shit!! And I wanted to beat him to making an intro and I obviously succeeded heheh. Sign off on my posts will probably be a bee 🐝 live laugh love this emoji >_<

[phantoids]

There’s… There’s a stranger at their door.

Not a complete stranger, no, not with the same scars and the messy brown hair frosted blonde on the tips at the start of winter. 

The horns don’t curve the same way. Crossed over the back, one over the other, a disgusting mirror of the man who blew up the last living part of someone they once knew. Ranboo almost recognises the stranger at their door. Almost. 

They open it regardless. “Hello?”

The stranger startles, for a moment, scrambling to lean against the low-stacked stone walls surrounding their yard. He flashes them a smile. It’s not him.

“Uh- Hey. Are you uh- sopping wet cause that’s… cool,” he tries, wincing slightly.

Ranboo pauses. They shouldn’t laugh.

This isn’t him.

“You’re dead,” they say before they can really think, cold and biting, bitter as the winter around them. Bitter as the smell of funeral candles. “You’re not him. Go away.”

They can’t bring themself to feel guilty. 

Not-Tubbo meets their gaze with milky-blue eyes, glassed over as if belonging to a corpse. Those aren’t the biting, frigid winter-blue eyes of a president, of a soldier; those are the eyes of the once-dead and the always-dead. People don’t come back from death.

“Rude,” he huffs, eyes rolling. “I’m right here, see? Real. Probably.” 

Probably is not very convincing. Probably is also incredibly convincing, because hallucinations don’t say they might not be real, only that they are. They only keep talking and talking and talking, always asking about this meeting’s minutes, about the crater.

“Who are you?”

He stumbles a moment. 

“Tubbo,” he croaks out. Ranboo is so sure if they believe him. His horns are wrong.

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Drabble request for @azurecake16 for cranboo writing. woe silver platters au ranboo and tubbo be upon ye because i cannot stop writing this au.

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[tubzbeehive]

You are now entering Snowchester. Welcome.

C!Tubbo ask/rp blog, Snowchester era.

WARNING: This will stray pretty far from canon because I'm like that. Main changes are that the nuke didn't explode the server, Ranboo is revived, Wilbur is still GONE blah blah blah the whole shabam.

BOUNDARIES: irl I am of high school age so NO WEIRD SHIT. NO 18+ ASKS. NOTHING LIKE THAT EUGHHH. Romantic shit is fine aslong as it's only C!Ranboo cuz cbeeduo /r is canon and real. If u have a weird ask, it will just get deleted. :3 DNI WSS AND DTEAM FANS GET OUT!

Follows and runs with @rpquackity asks/roleplays etc 🫶

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Basic info on Me(Tubbo):

Full name: Tobias Underscore Beloved (Only call me Tubbo or Tubs, unless ur someone close to me, you can do whatever)

Age: roughly around 22-23 years old

Pronouns: he/him and nothing else (ftm)

Species: goat hybrid

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Stuff to know!!

-bio dad is Schlatt but he was shit!! And parental figure is Quackity, love that guy!!!

-very much /r married to Ranboo. We are gay and in love.

-Tommy is still my best friend (obviously)

TAGS:

#Tubz Blogz - just Tubbo blogging or talking without responding to asks

#Tubz Askz - responding to an ask

I'll add more in the future Stuff if I need more!!

Thank you for reading. Enjoy your stay.

[masked-ragdoll]

oh hey its a new au lol

this one is a little idea ive wanted to make for a while with the benchtrio and big q as kids, I've called it LimboMan AU

benchtrio go to the same middle school and quackity goes to the highschool down the street. T, T, & Q are friends through the supernatural club at the local library. Ranboo is a recent transfer student that gets roped into the trio's shenanigans and becomes friends. At first Quackity has some animosity towards him, but its purely just because he is mad that ranboo is three years younger and so much taller XD

Words on the pic and extras below:

Tobias Smith "Tubbo" 12 years old Werewolf

Thomas Simons "Tommy" 11 years old Regular Kid

Alex Quackity "Big Q" 15 years old Medium

Ronald Bo "Ranboo" 12 years old Shapeshifter

Extra notes:

Tubbo transforms into a small icelandic sheepdog (pic below) during the night of the full moon. He really likes baking even though he's not the best at it. He always brings a baked treat to the library meetups.

Ranboo's true shapeshifter form is pure black with 6 arms and stands at 7 ft tall, the group have dubbed it the "Limbo Man". He is an artist and loves cosplay. He is wary of cameras, since they often show his eyes reflecting the light in weird ways that could reveal his abilities. He also has really sharp teeth, so he keeps a face mask on at all times.

Tommy's camera is full of selfies of him and his friends, as well as pictures of frogs. The desert rain frog is his favorite (pic below) and he tries to imitate its war cry daily, to the dismay of his friends and parents. He wants to be a photographer and vlogger.

Quackity has always been able to see and communicate with spirits, but was made fun of in elementary so he usually keeps quiet about his powers except for around friends and family, but he thinks about opening a small business in the library where he can offer his services to help people who have lost someone or with small hauntings.

[by-speaker]

Fight

prompts by @raven-cincaide-words

This short is inspired by the beautiful phrase, ‘We're going to get each other, kiss or punch, but we're going to get each other’. Besides, I don't usually write to Tubbo and Tommy and I thought the marriage arc was too funny not to. This could be read as platoninc or romantic a idk

You see, common paesents, Sunny had never met her Pa Tommy, or at least she had never seen him in person, because her Pa Tommy was a god. For the same reason, Sunny had never seen him, had long begged his Pa to let him meet him, but Pa flatly refused. 

Sunny never quite understood why. Until one day, returning from Uncle Phil's house, they had gone to see the decorations that had been put up at Casa Bonita, Sunny had been pestering her father so that they could put decorations in her train carriage, better yet all over Tubhaus, her house had to be the most decorated, and coolest of all the houses on the island. 

But before they could reach The Factory, they both noticed a figure standing at the entrance. It was a blond man, with big golden wings, dressed in red, white and gold, and tall, very tall, Sunny was confused, because she felt she knew him from somewhere, but couldn't understand where. 

Her Pa tensed, gripping her hand tightly, and even hiding her from the man's gaze, something was curious about him, his smile was much more fox like than human, but the more she watched him the man lost that human feel, the man looked like something much more than a mere mortal. 

‘Big T!’ Said the man, that smile growing even bigger, ‘At last you show up, I've been trying to contact you for months.’ 

‘Poppet, go to your wagon and don't come out of there.’ Commanded his Pa in a serious voice he had never heard him use before. 

‘But Pa...’ she whined, how dare he send her to her room? 

But her Pa was in no mood to argue with her, ‘Go to your wagon, Sunny, and stay there.’ 

Sunny scowled and stuck her tongue out at her Pa, ‘I wish you'd get run over by your own train,’ she mumbled, climbing into her wagon and slamming the door, but staying very quiet and glued to the door so she could hear the conversation.

‘Tommy,’ growled Tubbo, not at all pleased to see the God, let alone so close to his daughter. 

Tommy smirked at her, ‘Is that any way to talk to your husband?’  

Tubbo snorted, ‘As if you could call yourself that, you tricked me into marrying you.’

Tommy shrugged, his smile never wavering. ‘Details, details. I'm the god of Chaos and deception, it's what I do.’ 

Tubbo rolled his eyes and curled his arms, ‘What are you doing here, what do you want now?’ 

‘To see my daughter of course.’ said the God with a smile.

Tubbo gasped in offence, ‘Your daughter ?, excuse me but Sunny is only MY daughter, I didn't see you involved in the process of making her.’ 

‘Excuse me, Victor Frankenstein, but I was the lightning bolt that gave her life,’ said Tommy arrogantly. 

‘Besides, why do you want to see her? She's just a kid, you don't have to bother her.’ 

Tommy smiled, ‘She is my heir, Chaos will awaken in her at some point, I have to teach her to control it or your perfect little life will fall apart.’ 

Tubbo frowned, ‘Are you threatening me, Theseus?’ 

Tommy looked down at him and snarled, ‘I'm warning you, Tobias, let me see my daughter.’ 

‘She's my daughter,’ Tubbo growled at him. 

Tommy let out a derisive laugh, ‘Fine, have it your way, our daughter.’

The sneer in Tommy's voice made his blood boil and before he knew it he had cornered the man by the collar of his stupidly expensive soft robe and shoved him against the wall, Sunny only heard the loud sound of the God slamming against the wall. 

‘Are you fighting me or are you trying to seduce me?’ the blond replied in a mocking voice. 

‘Shut up, for the love of all that is holy, shut up.’ 

Sunny was very confused about what was going on, she was hearing some very strange sounds from behind the door, she was really starting to worry about her Pa. 

‘Go away, Theseus.’ her Pa said after a while. 

‘All right,’ the blond said, ’but you can't escape the chaos forever, Toby.’ 

[lunar-hive]

Stupid DSMP!Schlatt backstory headcanons that mean nothing to canon because nothing is canon anymore after the timeline reset and I’d like to think that somewhere my lore matters.

His dad left him and he had an alcoholic step dad. He left at 12 briefly and was raised by Philza for a few years until duty called and he was brought back at 15. He left for good at 18 to college and never came back.

He went to Columbia University (weirdly specific, don’t mind me) for a PhD in political science and a minor in law. This is where he met Ted, who was a film major, and his friend who would soon be Tubbo’s mom.

He got her pregnant in his early 20s, not long before they were supposed to graduate. They were safe but mistakes happen. Unfortunately, due to genetic issues, it was almost guaranteed that either the child or her would die. Schlatt begged her not to go through with the pregnancy. He didn’t want a close friend to die after a one night stand to test out a temporary crush. She decided not to have it terminated. He agreed to take care of it if she didn’t survive.

They graduated 9 months later. Tubbo was born as Tobias Schlatt. His mother died after she first held him. Schlatt went frantic, grabbing any doctor who would listen. Nothing helped. For the 2 days Tubbo was in the NICU, he did nothing but sit in silence and shock. Ted agreed to be the godfather and help raise the kid. When he was brought home he just held him in his arms and sobbed. He always blamed himself, never the innocent child he now had to take care of.

For the first 5 years of Tubbo’s life, everything seemed normal. Then it all caught up to Schlatt when Ted went to LA to help with a few projects he signed onto. He started drinking. He had casually before but now it was hard liquors almost every day. His paralegal work was overbearing with not enough pay to support everything he needed to pay for. He had enough sense to recognise he couldn’t let Tubbo live or see him like this. He called Philza for the first time in years and asked if he could take Tubbo. He agreed. They arranged that Schlatt would leave Tubbo in a box near Central Park and Phil would be there just a few seconds after to pick him up while Schlatt hid. He left his kid with the bee his mother bought him before he was born and never made contact again.

Lmao, this was just supposed to me a little list of facts but I ended up backstory dumping. Might do this again for other headcanons idk.

[booboipresents]

// Cupids arrow // Thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore //

Nothing good ever came out of a party. Sure, you got drunk, had a little fun. But for Ranboo? He didn't enjoy much of it; unless you counted the leaving part. So, being told to pick a name as he entered this spring party? It wasn't usual but he went ahead and did so. No panic was assured until he realized the fact you had TO KISS the person on your card. Mark certainly didn't go to college for the title of what, best smoocher? I guess the other college students had different ambitions.

He didn't have any big plans on actually completing this task. Well, until he saw who he'd have to go to smooch town with. Tobias, THE Tubbo. The one he'd met at high school and admired from a safe distance. Mark, in his stupid suit and abnormally sweaty palms wrecked his brain. "Should he?" I mean, null couldn't exactly blame him. It was his task, no?

The plan was to attend this exasperating party for a few limited hours for the sake of it, then leave as soon as possible. But kissing Tubbo? An opportunity served to Mark on a silver platter. So he decided to grab it, can you blame him?

Fast-paced walking, corroded thoughts filled with a cloud of confusion and doubt. There from a close distance he saw the enigma. Tubbo, he was right there. Would their playful and flirtatious banter remain the same after this? Hopefully so.

"Hey, uh. Sorry for this but y'know cupids arrow n stuff?" He patted null on the back before offering him a sympathetic smile. Soon, to be overcome by his right hand snaking around hive's waist to pull her in easily. Left-hand to be found caressing her cheek as he quickly planted a kiss on the lips.

It was gentle, he wanted to make hive feel as comfortable with this as possible. Soft touches and swift moves, it was like time froze.

[arginnit]

is tobias/Tubbo trying to get proof for a murder charge? Or is Tubbo just curious?

hes the kind of guy to fantazise about solving a crime all by himself so when he saw the chance he took it, when he stalks ranboo he kinda just studies him like a bug and itll take a LONGGG time before he got any more proff than what he started with

[citruschaossys]

Welcome! We are the citrus chaos system

Other accounts:

@lilas-agere-castle (Lila’s age regression page)

@billys-den (Billy/Lexi’s puppy regression page)

DNI: pedos, racists, xenophobic, bigots, trump supporters, terfs, exclusionists, lgbtphobic, dsmp antis, fake claimers, non traumagenic systems, IRLs, proshippers, whump writers/artists

About us:

Collective name: Payton/Theseus/Citrus

Host: Theseus (prns change)

Collective pronouns: any (mostly they/he)

Bodily age: 17

Disorder: OSDD-1b (?)

(PS: we are not diagnosed but are medically recognized as a system by our therapist)

Other disorders and such: OCD, high anxiety, depression, ADHD, autism, BPD, c-PTSD

In a relationship 💙

Common fronters:

Theseus (prns change) ⭐️

Lila (she/her) ☁️

Grayson (they/them) 🕊️

Juno (they/xe/it) 👽

Skylarin Rose (she/her) 🌹

Rowan (they/ze/it) 🌸

Tobias/Tubbo (bug/bzz/nuke) 🐝

Billy/Lexi (prns change) 🐺

Florian (he/him) 🦊

Payton (he/it/fox) 🍊

Louis (ask for pronouns) 🐐

Other alters:

Wren (Any prns) 🐤

Wilbur (he/him) 🎸

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[ctommyisnt]

In honor of ao3 being down here’s chapter one of my wip blackbird.

Wilbur & techno & Tommy as kids, dark Phil Watson, abuse, derealization, guns, kidnapping, divorce, manipulation.

A dark expose based on the true crime storytelling style detailing the events that occurred to Technoblade, Wilbur Soot, and Tommy Innit at the ages of 14 and 9. Excerpts from Tommy Innit’s autobiography published at the age of 28 help lead the story and give context.

Dedicated to my brothers, Wilbur and Techno Rosales, bound not by blood, but who I have gone through thick and thin with.

Foreword

My name is Thomas Carson Innit, though most people call me Tommy. You may already know me, not to brag, though I am the biggest man ever. Not literally, of course. If you’re going by height, that honor goes to Robert Wadlow. Though I’m a close second in his regard.

(Wilbur, who read through my second draft to correct inaccuracies and help edit, wanted to make sure I wrote that my height is actually 6’1”. He’s lying, by the way, I’m 6’3”)

Anyways, I’m known in a lot of different ways. Maybe you know me from West Willow High School, where I graduated with my cousin Tubbo (well, his name is Tobias, but nobody calls him that). You may know me from LSU where I studied physics and engineering, or maybe from Stanford when I got my PHD in aerospace engineering.

Maybe you know me from work, designing rockets with my cousin Tubbo and roommate Ranboo. I’ve been complaining about writing this book for the last eighteen months to many of my colleagues. ‘It’s not rocket science’ they all say. They’re right. It’s not rocket science. I can do rocket science. I only studied English for half a year before I switched majors, this is hell for me. My brothers have always been better with words.

But if you don’t know me from any of those, and you're reading this book, then you’ll know me from the Watson family. Which is where most of you readers will have come from. I could explain what that is now, but if I do that this entire book will be spoiled and I’ll have no reason to publish anything past this foreword. Honestly, I could just publish this forward as a memoir, let some publishers eat it up and throw it on the headlines for a week before it gets lost in the sea of articles. But I’ve always been one for dramatics, and here I am, over eighteen years later, writing the real story of the Watson family.

Oh yes, I’ve seen the articles. It was a headline that was spread worldwide, but I was twelve at the time. My brothers were sixteen. The only statement that was released was the police report- and even then we gave the bare minimum. It was enough to send Watson to the asylum for life at least.

In the eighteen years since my brothers and I escaped, we’ve changed a lot. I’ll get into the gritty details later on, but I will say that we were barely people when we got out. I’m proud to say all three of us have found our place since, and my brothers have encouraged my writing for the last two years. I can say to you guys as I finish this foreword that I’m very proud of this work. But not nearly as proud as I am realizing that I’ve healed. I’ve gotten past all the horrors and hardship I’ve been through. I’ve gotten past the lost memories and the grief that’s plagued my life so long. Hell, I design rocket ships, that’s fucking badass.

(My editor told me I shouldn’t swear. It’s unprofessional, she said. My aunt agreed. However, Tubbo and Wilbur said I should because it’s funny and so I am. Fuck the haters, I’m going to swear in my autobiography)

There’s not much else to say here, except this book has been two long years of stories and resurfacing memories and counseling visits. I’m lucky I make good money or else this book would not be worth the amount I’ve spent on therapy to write this. So please, read this with integrity. Read this with kindness. Read this with an understanding that the world is not a perfect place, but it’s not a bad place. One thing I’ve learned over the years is that in this world, the good will never outweigh the bad. Let’s keep it that way.

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“-okay, love you mom, bye,” he murmured into the phone speaker. Wilbur let Kristin hang up first and turned to his brother sitting next to him on the bed.

“Apparently she’s talking to a lawyer. She’s going to separate with dad” Wilbur explained to Techno, “she’ll pick us up on Friday after school to stay with grandma and grandpa, but unless we want we can stay here until the school week is over.”

His twin looked down, fiddling his hands and shifting on the bed sheets as he did when he was nervous. Wilbur put a hand on his shoulder. “you okay?” He asked.

Techno nodded, then pursed his lips and shook his head, still not meeting Wilbur’s eyes. Wilbur didn’t take offense to that, techno didn’t like making eye contact with anyone.

“I just- I don’t want to leave dad. We were going to plant pumpkins. Only two more months until summer,” he mumbled. Wilbur nodded.

“I know, but it’s not like you’ll never see him again, he just needs some time on his own while we live with mom, unless you wanted to live with dad instead?” Wilbur was hesitant to say that last part. There was no way he wasn’t going to live with mom, but he didn’t know what he’d do if techno stayed with dad. He didn’t want to live out the movie parent trap. Sure, he’d like to have his own bedroom. The room they were in right now was somewhat cramped with all their stuff. But he’d rather a cramped bedroom than to only see his twin at school or every other weekend.

Techno put his hand in Wilbur’s, making him smile, “no, I’d rather live with mom. You know this. I just- this is our bedroom. This is our house. I don’t want to leave everything.”

Wilbur looked up, and yeah. They’d have to move. He’d miss the pale blue drywall and the wispy white curtains. Techno’s computer desk and wall of swords. Wilbur’s guitar in the corner. The shelves of books and trophies and knickknacks they’d had since they were seven.

“Me too,” he whispered, “but we’ll have each other and we’ll probably have our stuff- mom will make sure of that.”

Techno leaned against Wilbur. He was taller and a bit bigger than Wilbur, which he tried not to be jealous of. They were twins for god's sake. He was thankful, though, because Techno was his protector. He’d beat up school bullies for him and stand up to biased teachers. In return, Wilbur would make sure techno didn’t close himself off. Wilbur had always been the more emotional sibling, but he’d comfort a crying techno after a lost soccer match or fencing tournament many times.

A knock on their bedroom door interrupted the moment. Neither said anything, but it opened anyways and techno sat up straight.

“Hey kids,” their father peaked around the doorway, “why don’t you pack up your things. I think we should go to the cabin for the weekend.” He said.

“The cabin? Now?” Techno asked. Phil’s eyes narrowed.

“You know this week has been rough. Hurry up, I already have the car packed,” he huffed, shutting the door behind them, letting the blue and red plastic bells hung on the doorframe they’d made in elementary school ring behind him.

Wilbur stood up slowly, slipping off of the just-too-tall bed to his dresser. He looked through the mirror to techno, still on the bed.

“Wilbur?” Techno said, still unsure. Wilbur bit his lip.

“I dunno, but maybe it’s a good idea. One last summer with dad before we move in with mom- or maybe he just wants a better place to talk about what’s happening? Maybe he just wants to be a bit farther away from what’s happening, y’know parent trap took place in a cabin, maybe it’s fate?” Wilbur rambled. Techno was still fiddling with his hands, picking at the skin at the tips of his fingers even though it hurt. But he stood up and went to the dresser too.

He opened a drawer and brought out a box. A box of keepsakes that they never really took out anymore since they’d gotten older. But he opened it and took out two necklaces.

“Aww, mom’s necklaces,” Wilbur cooed, taking his own. They’d been given necklaces at birth to tell them apart by Kristin’s sister, but their mom was paranoid they’d choke and never let them wear them. But she kept them all the same, and let Wilbur and techno keep them when they were old enough to not chew on the pendant.

A sun for Wilbur and a moon for techno, with their names engraved in them. A beautiful, well made gift that Wilbur appreciated. Techno didn’t care for the meaning as much but he liked jewelry. He used to wear it at middle school before the bullying got too much.

Wilbur unclipped techno’s and put it around his neck. His fingers were never steady enough to do it himself, so Wilbur always put them on for him. Even though he had to reach a tiny bit since Techno was taller.

“It’s just a weekend, techno, we’ve had to get through eighth grade- this is nothing. Besides, we’ll be able to visit the woods again- we love the woods!” He said, trying to ease techno’s raging anxiety.

“Yeah. You're right.” Techno nodded, smiling softly. Wilbur smiled, biting the side of his lips. Yeah, it’ll be just like old times. Techno and dad romping around hunting and foraging while Wilbur read on a tree or played guitar by the lake. It’ll be fine.

—

It has been around two years since they last visited the cabin, it technically wasn’t theirs - it was a timeshare according to Phil. He didn’t really know what that meant, just that they would go at certain times of the year. But Wilbur remembered it didn’t take quite this long to get there. They left at four, and it was already eight; It was only supposed to take three hours.

Wilbur hadn’t said anything in an hour. Phil wasn’t responding to much and Techno had been drifting asleep for the last thirty minutes. His phone had died in hour two and he didn’t have a charging cord that would plug into a car port.

At 8:27 Phil turned into a gas station, much to Wilbur’s relief. He needed to pee really badly. He grabbed Techno’s sleeve and pulled him to the door, waking him up enough to follow them. Wilbur’s nose scrunched as they stepped out of the van, he didn’t really like the smell of gas. It was much too strong and the yellow lights were blaring down on them. Techno grabbed onto Wilbur’s sleeve.

Phil didn’t talk to them, just filled the car with gas in silence. His eyes followed Wilbur and Techno as they entered the gas station and when he turned around as the door swung open, he was still watching them.

Wilbur remembered the time Phil once forgot them at the library. He was never this attentive.

He’s probably stressed because mom left.

Before they left the gas station, Wilbur looked at the aisle with supplies- he picked out a car port and looked to Techno, who was holding his hand. It was a deep royal purple- which was Kristin’s favorite color. It made him smile.

A bell rang, and Wilbur looked up to see Phil coming through the door. His dad beelined to supplies, picking out a few things. Some he recognized, some he didn’t. Mostly just camping supplies and other tools.

Wilbur bit his lip.

Nevertheless, he made his way to the register, nodding when Techno grabbed a pack of gummy worms. He was reaching into his pocket to grab his wallet but a hand on his shoulder made him jolt.

Wilbur held up the car port charger. Phil shook his head and took it from his hand, putting it on the nearest shelf. He let out a shaky breath, looking at Techno who was just as confused as he was. Phil led them the rest of the way to pay for his stuff and Techno’s gummy worms (thankfully) and led them by the shoulders out of the gas station.

Wilbur and Techno climbed back into the silver van, they expected Phil to join them, but instead he kept the door on Techno’s side open.

“So I was thinking,” he started, saying the first words to them since they’d gotten to this god awful gas station, “since we’re going on a family trip, we should try to be more present. We could make this an electronic free trip,” Phil proposed. Techno shook his head but Phil just held out his hand.

“Come on, it’s just for two days- okay? You’ll have them back on the way home- let's just have fun.”

“Dad, we were supposed to get to the cabin an hour ago,” Wilbur said, still hesitant to give him his dead phone. Mom would be expecting a call tomorrow.

“We’re taking the long route- now give me your phones,” Phil snapped. Techno flinched, but handed Phil his phone - and Wilbur did the same - fingers tensing as he took it from his hands.

The car started without much fanfare, and Techno opened his bag of gummy worms, handing a green one to Wilbur. He didn’t like the green worms, which was convenient for Wilbur, who did.

Wilbur didn’t say a word for the next hour, just leaning on Techno as they silently ate gummy worms. The radio stayed off- the AC was quiet, having been turned to the lowest setting since the beginning. Hell, there were barely any cars or buildings on the sides of the roads. Just land and trees and the occasional farm.

It was almost ten at night when Phil stopped the car again. Techno was completely asleep, but Wilbur could barely close his eyes. Which was probably a good thing considering the way Phil had been acting.

“Dad?” he faltered, watching the man step out of the car into the night. He walked into what looked like an old garage with a rusty blue pickup truck inside. The only light came from a flashlight Phil had bought at the gas station, sweeping around the shed. He messed around with the hood for a bit, playing with the engine and moving back to the drivers side until the car started. Was he hot wiring it? Wilbur shook Techno awake when he realized he was moving stuff from shelves onto the old truck.

“Heh?” He groaned, glaring at Wilbur. He said nothing, just pointed out the window to Phil, who was walking back to the car. He opened the van door, grabbing the plastic bag of stuff from earlier and then gesturing for the boys to come out.

Techno opened the door.

“Dad you’re being weird,” Wilbur said, shaking in the cold air. It was still April. They still had school tomorrow.

“No, I’m not- you’re just tired. Up past your bedtime, “ Phil responded oh so nonchalantly. Wilbur grimaced.

“Yes, you are- you said we were going to the cabin and we passed it two hours ago. It’s not even cabin time- it’s a- a timeshare of something, remember?”

Phil stopped walking, standing still. Not facing them. There was a small gust of wind, shaking the pine trees around them, making Techno shiver even through his hoodie- and the pitch black night wasn’t doing him any favors either.

“Dad?” he said again. Phil looked up slightly. The stars were really bright- brighter than even at the cabin since they were supposedly far up north. Wilbur had always wanted to see the stars.

“I said we’re going to the cabin, Wilbur. Just like we always do. You’re just confused, you must've fallen asleep on the drive over and not realized.”

Techno fiddled with his sleeves, “dad that’s not true- that would make the drive feel shorter not longer.”

Phil turned around to face them, face dark with the only light coming from the flashlight he was holding facing the ground. He seemed taller tonight. Normally Techno was almost his height, but his twin shrunk underneath the gaze of their father.

“Techno you don’t know what you’re talking about. Get in the truck- we’ll talk about this later.”

Techno huffed, “no dad. I’m not going. You’re acting weird even I can tell. This isn’t right.”

“Techno-”

Wilbur stepped closer to Techno- if slightly behind, “is this about mom? Are you upset because she left?”

Phil’s eyes narrowed- though it was hard to tell in the dark. He stepped closer to them again, hand tightening on the flashlight.

“This isn't about Kristin. She’s gone. It’s us now, okay?” He said, grabbing Techno’s arm and pulling them to the truck.

Techno thrashed, and Wilbur pulled on his arm the other way, “No! Dad let go of me! Get off, I don't want to go!”

“Just trust me,” Phil growled. He grabbed the hood of Wilbur’s sweatshirt and pulled him with, not letting go no matter how hard he pulled away. It was a two versus one- but Phil was strong. Stronger than them at least. They were only fourteen.

“Dad let me go! What are you doing?” Wilbur shouted, shouts turning into gasping for breath, “where are you taking us?” He screamed. Phil grabbed a rope from the ground and wrestled his arms until he could tie one of his hands to the passenger seat’s headrest. Techno tried pushing past to Wilbur to get to Phil but the man just slammed the door and locked it. Wilbur banged on the windows and tried to pull the lock on the door up- but his shaking hand and the poorly designed truck wouldn’t fucking budge. He threw the rest of the stuff into the back of the vehicle and got into the drivers seat- turning the truck into reverse.

Techno immediately tried to grab Phil, yelling and reaching forward to stop him from- from something as Wilbur tugged uselessly on the thick rope burning his wrists. But when Phil turned around the both of them froze.

He was holding an old handgun. Pointing it back at them. Threatening them. They both stopped breathing. Only a whimper escaping from Techno’s mouth.

“I said, we’re going to the cabin. We’re going to the family cabin, boys.”

Wilbur opened his mouth once, trying so hard to say something- but nothing came out. His hand fell limp- still held up by the rope- the fucking rope.

“Good. Now get some sleep- we have a few more hours left.”

They sat back, but neither of them fell back asleep.

[theonlyminx]

✨ (Opinion @ first Glance),  🌱 (Something you like about Tubbo), Something my muse likes about yours.🪻 (Honest opinion of Tubbo)

Tobias J. Smith.

On first glance, it'd be hard to believe that Minx didn't enjoy being around him. Overly-cheerful and obnoxious were the feelings Minx's brain was entertaining, but that all changed when he decided to take a genuine interest in helping her. She kept quiet and didn't occupy herself with Toby's small talk. But Tobias insisted on being interested. Why would he do that? From there forth, they got closer and Minx decided that she had to protect him; from like everything. She took on the role of a non-biological bigger sister to him.

Something she likes about Tubbo? Easy, the way he takes genuine interests in topic he may not even understand. But he was always willing to learn, one of the many qualities Minx wished she herself possessed. Tubbo was kind, but not a suck-up. They'd usually engage in playful banter with Minx's relentless teasing. Null didn't take things seriously, she took it on with optimism. Seeing the bright side in some things Minx herself couldn't see the bright side in. Probably why Minx feels the need to help Tubbo and be by her side in whatever conflicts hive might face.

An honest opinion on a person would usually be harsh. Something Minx wouldn't directly say to someone's face. But for Tobias, it was different. She switched from a pessimistic asshole to an optimistic suck-up. She thought that he was a splendid person in general. And if you know Minx, she doesn't see fault in any of her friends. Aggressive love was the way to go. She never pointed out any flaws in Tubbo because she personally never saw any. Hive was perfect to her atleast, with a ridiculous amount of smarts AND optimism? Seemed perfect to her.

[axiekyouraku]

I’m writing a new fanfiction that has me sobbing, I don’t know if it’s just that sad or if I’m emotional-

Orphanage story w/ Tubbo

This is just a snippet-

“No one will want you Tobias. Your face? You’re horribly disfigured. No parent- much less the emperors who are looking for a child would want. They have an image to uphold. Off to bed. You will be bathed like everyone else but don’t even think for a second you will be receiving a new uniform. We’re not wasting the funds on the likes of you.”

The urge to not cry hurt- litterally. The burned side of my face almost never produced tears, my tear ducts were damaged in the fire that took my daddy, and almost killed myself too. My daddy was a mean man named Schlatt. Daddy liked to drink, when he drank he became drunk. When he became drunk he would be reckless. Just like the night our cabin burned to the ground. Daddy was sitting on the back porch drinking and smoking, he managed to fall asleep with a cigar in his mouth. Said cigar fell onto the wooden porch and quickly lit fire, the winter air not even slowing how fast the cabin went up.

Daddy loved me, I knew that. I knew that when he came stumbling back into the lit cabin, screaming for me. Begging for me to be alive still. He was horribly burned- his chestnut hair was almost all gone, his pale skin was charred in so many places… yet he still tried to save me. Pulling me from our burning home and throwing me into the fresh powder outside. The last thing I remember is him cradling me to him, he was sobbing. Apologizing for everything he had done wrong, everything.

“Da…ddys so sorry Tubbo… it’s all my fault, I wish I had been a better daddy to you. I’m sorry. I’m… it’s so cold Tubbo, why? Why does it hurt so much? I’m sorry my little lamb.” It had been so long since he called me that… “I- love… you.”

He died shortly after, losing consciousness from the pain. The fading warmth was what kept me alive until cabins and houses close enough finally saw the fire. They found me laying on my fathers charred remains, screaming for him to wake up.

“Daddy! Wake up! Daddy please! I-I’m scared! Daddy! Don’t go please! Don’t leave me like mommy left- I-I don’t wanna be alone daddy please!”

When they finally got me seen by a doctor I was a shell. Never speaking, all I could do was cry- I tried to refuse to eat, tried to end my suffering so I could be with mommy and daddy… but the doctors persisted. They treated my burns and my mental health the best they could.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Be my compass, be my light

by soaplessromantic

[I'm... B00?]

"No you're not," Tubbo muttered, anxiety increasingly growing as he wondered how this hacker, or virus, or whatever was hearing him- did that mean they could see him? How much had been compromised? "Boo is a system-"

[A system designed to execute commands and act as the central operating source for a hivemind of drones.]

He couldn't come up with anything to say to that, and simply sat in stunned silence, heart going a thousand paces a second.

[We're looking for Tommy.] --- Eight months ago, vigilante Theseus Innes was arrested, his partner Tobias Underscore narrowly escaping and being forced into hiding. In his best friend's absence, Tubbo begins to code B00, a program to aid him in searching for and rescuing Tommy. As a mysterious disease called the Withering spreads through Manburgs outer districts, though, the window of time he has to find Tommy is growing smaller. Meanwhile, the Angel, a notorious anti-government hacker, is searching for his mentee, Phantom, who is rumored to have been taken prisoner by Manburg enforcers.

or: clingyduo + sbi steampunk/dystopian au,, where ranboo is a sentient code program designed by tubbo to find and rescue tommy

Words: 4287, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Sam | Awesamdude

Relationships: Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Ranboo & Sleepy Bois Inc. & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, No Romantic Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Alternate Universe - Steampunk, Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, kind of?, so like im not sure how to tag this, Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo-centric, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Angst, Fluff, Sleepy Bois Inc-centric, Sleepy Bois Inc Angst, Sleepy Bois Inc Fluff, ranboo and technoblade are computer., yeah., Platonic Slow Burn, that tags for crimboys, Enemies to Family, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, vigilantes but NOT in the superhero au kind of way, there's a lot going on here but trust me i know what im doing