#tubbo underscore if you do not give us more lore soon

[inwhichispeak]

have this doodle for my second ever drawing on my ipad with an apple pencil! (i got it today) (i am very excited)

[s4turns-r1ngs]

DSMP - Spoiled

Summary: In hindsight, maybe it wasn't the best idea to kidnap their brother's child with whatever else is going on. Oh well, at least Michael gets some fun out of it.

Pronouns: they/them

Warnings: swearing, kidnapping (technically)

-> [a/n] - hey back at it again with the typing once more. tubbo is a goat hybrid (is that canon??), so that makes reader one too. reader is blue text and [n/n] is a nickname :] another thing: he/they c!ranboo <3 n e ways fuck the lore this is literally from months ago i just keep procrastinating lmao

-> p!c!tubbo + sibling!reader, p!michael (underscore-beloved) + reader, little bit of p!c!ranboo + reader

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[y/n] shoves their hands further into their pockets as they walk through their brother's new country: snowchester. how the hell he manages to survive out here and not freeze his ass off is beyond them, but oh well. at least it looks nice here.

speaking of said brother, they notice him turn a corner up ahead. with a smile, they jog up to him.

"hey bo!" they say, slowing to a walk once they catch up.

tubbo jumps, not expecting the sudden shout. he turns his head and comes to a stop, looking at them with a widening smile. "oh! hello [n/n]! what are you doing here?"

[y/n] shrugs, swiping hair out from in front of their eyes and smiling mischievously. "oh, nothing really. just thought i'd visit my favourite brother in his new country."

"but aren't i your only brother?" tubbo asks, confusion evident on his face. "wouldn't that technically make me your least favourite brother as well?"

their smile widens. "exactly."

the brunet leans back in mock offense. "what the fuck, dude? my pride!"

there's a small pause before the two burst into laughter. tubbo begins walking and [y/n] follows not far behind, both of them still giggling. they begin talking about whatever crosses their minds, not really paying attention to where they're going.

"so, where's michael?" [y/n] questions, looking out over the partially frozen ocean. a gust of wind blows by, causing one of their ears to twitch subconsciously.

"oh! he usually stays inside ranboo and i's house, why?" their brother asked curiously, raising an eyebrow (although it was hard to tell behind all the hair he has in front of his eyes).

"just wondering. was thinking about stopping by to say hi soon, or something like that." tubbo thinks he can he pick up on something mischievous in their voice, but puts it off. he doesn't think anything too bad can happen.

"well, that's nice. maybe we can set up a day later this week to do that if you want."

[y/n] shakes their head, smiling as they turn their head back towards him. "nah, it's fine. i'll just message you if i want to."

"okay!" he smiles.

there's a door opening behind them, causing the two to turn around. ranboo quickly steps out and closes the door behind him.

"uh, hi." they say, quickly noticing the two siblings standing in front of him and smiles slightly. "nice to see you, [y/n]."

the mentioned smiles, shooting them a mock salute. "you too, mr. boo."

he huffs out a 'vroop', which they've come to recognize as a small laugh. "rhyming. nice."

they quickly turn to tubbo, smile dropping. "tubbo, we have to go neet up with quackity. he wants to talk to us about the outpost again."

"ah." [y/n] glances curiously (and with a little concern) between the two. "[y/n]-"

they're quick to cut him off. "nah, tubz, it's fine. i could easily stop by another time."

"are you sure?" he asks them, fiddling with his hands. "i wouldn't want to just leave you here."

"again, it's fine. i came by unannounced anyways. feel free to do whatever you need to do." they pause, before adding on: "just make sure to message me when you're done."

tubbo smiles, giving them a quick hug (which they return) and turning to ranboo, who shifts around nervously.

"alright, boss man, let's go."

they send a quick smile and wave to [y/n], who sends him back one in return. "we'll be off, then."

"see you later, guys."

the two walk off, and [y/n] glances at the top-most window of their house. maybe it wasn't the best idea, especially considering their something going on with an outpost, but the two would eventually get over it.

they shrug. oh well. it's now of never.

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okay, yeah, forget what they said earlier, this was the best idea they've ever had.

they snicker, walking out of the house with a tiny zombie-piglin on their back. tubbo (not ranboo, they never truly get mad at them for anything) was going to be pissed when he returned, so it was best to leave while they still had time.

michael was snorting happily as the two made their way down the path and towards [y/n]'s house, which, while it be a bit of a ways away, was a lot warmer.

"you think this was a good idea, michael?" [y/n] asks with a smile.

he chuffs happily before hugging them around the neck and pointing ahead of them. "alright, let's go then. if you don't tell bee, i might give you some of the cookies i made the other night."

he giggles before leaning on your shoulder.

eventually, you make your way back to your house, quietly placing the now sleeping michael on the couch before leaving to go find a few blankets and pillows for him. finding a few, you tuck michael in and sit down next to him with a small sigh.

you think you doze off at some point because the next thing you see when you open your eyes is michael curled up next to you, snoring softly. you look down at him with a smile before closing your eyes again; you needed the sleep anyway.