lulby :D

good kid, better spy

yours (redraw)

flipped ver. and previous years below

also symbolism for extra pizzaz

Headache

been thinking a lot about ctubbo lately (when am I not)

mr president

i posted this at such a weird time of night that i forgot i did it

i will be the first to admit im not as up-to-date on my dsmp lore as I could be, but may I throw a cbeeduo idea out there?

so from what i've HEARD, the cbeeduo divorce is canon, and I've heard Ranboo is in the nether with Michael and Tubbo stayed back on the server with Tommy. That is. all I know. Feel free to correct me I guess, but that's what I'm going to base this off of.

So, I believe that the cbeeduo divorce was amicable. They don’t hate each other, they have no reason to, but they just… couldn’t stay married.

I imagine it happened a couple years after the server population began to decline, as people began to filter out and move on. Ranboo began itching to leave, to travel, to be anywhere but there. It was a mix of things, really. The inherent enderman instinct to move, to be nomadic, mixed with the trauma and distrust that the server and all their memories of it were built on.

But it was clear Tubbo wanted to stay, and eventually, for one of the few times in their relationship, they say down and actually talked about it.

Ranboo wanted to leave. He’d grown to distrust the server and he couldn’t bring himself to stay any longer. Tubbo wanted to stay. No matter what horrible shit had happened, the SMP was the only home he’d ever known. He’d spent so much of his life having everything uprooted, he just… he wanted to finally be able to stay in one place, to live without the threat of losing everything.

And they realised, sitting in silence, the weight of their words hanging over them like the blade of a guillotine, that they couldn’t stay married.

And really, it wasn’t that surprising. They got married young, too young, when life was tumultuous and neither really had the chance to learn what they wanted. They’d been so focussed on surviving that they never got to realise how they wanted to live. But they knew now.

Because the simple truth is they were growing up. Actually growing up. Not learning to act more mature, not being forced to play a grownup’s role while still a kid, no. They were really growing up, and what they wanted just wasn’t compatible.

And it hurt. It hurt because they still loved each other (however you choose to interpret that love). They’d gone through so much and they loved what they’d made. But they couldn’t live like this. If they did, they wouldn’t both be happy.

There were a lot of tears that night from both parties, and they held each other close. One last night to be in love.

Ranboo moved out slowly. Bit by bit as he packed his things. Bit by bit as he prepared what he would need to travel. Tubbo helped, even if it felt like a slow death.

When the day came, they hugged, and Ranboo gave Tubbo his wedding ring. And then he left, taking Michael with him. Ranboo was worried Tubbo’s still-lingering drinking habits may be an issue, and Tubbo conceded that it was a fair assessment.

They wrote in the beginning, giving Tubbo a constant stream of letters to read, but slowly, over time, the letters trickle to a stop.

Tubbo stayed stagnant. As the letters poured in, he stayed stagnant. When they stopped, he stayed stagnant. He stayed in the mansion by himself, alone and cold. He wanted to move on, but just… can’t bring himself to leave the place behind.

But eventually, he squared his shoulders, raised his head high, and gets to work.

He built a new cabin, away from Snowchester, somewhere warm. He set up a bee farm, but didn’t add the bees. He was still staying at the mansion too often to raise bees.

It isn’t until, after years of silence, he got a letter from Ranboo. There were no words, only a single picture of him and Michael. They were alive, living their own life, and finally, Tubbo gathers the strength to move on.

He carefully, lovingly placed the picture in one of their old photo albums, decorating the page and making it look nice. Then he tucked it back on the shelf with all the others, and left it at the mansion.

He moves on. He raises his bees, makes sweaters with Tommy, starts a small farm. He makes that stable home he’s always wanted, and his family is smaller now, but he isn’t alone. He grows to feel safe and loved. Finally, finally, he gets to live, too.

And one warm Autumn, years later, a shadow falls over him while he’s harvesting the last of his crops for the season. He raises his head, meeting the gaze of a young piglin fellow.

“Hello,” the piglin says kindly. “Do you know where I can find Tubbo Underscore?”

cant express how much that actually wrecked me and then stomped on me and then destroyed me

not a day goes by where i dont think about c!tubbo’s presidency

imagine being so cold and small and scared but there’s smaller ones who are smaller and colder and more scared