#and tiny Ranboo and Michael

[rozugold]

Mareep the sheep :]

[productofaritual]

Teen Micheal growing up to be super buff because he's a piglin but both Ranboo and Tubbo still treat him like a kid and he loves it does anyone see the vision

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

Absolutely! I wanna chill with you anyways, just us time :] <3

you have new trinkets? tell me all about them when you visit :]] And Michael has been talking about wanting to bake stuff with you for awhile, so he’ll be delighted <3!!

AND, Ranboo wants to chill with you too, so they’ll be excited <3 (their tail flicks into a heart shape whenever I tell them you're coming over for a few nights <3)

.. we’ll talk about that when you come to visit.

Just us time <333 you better make sure to spend MINIMAL time in your workshop!! I’m gonna want time with you :)

I do!! I snatched a few from some pawn shops in the Nevadas 🤭 I’m very excited to bake with him, too :))) it’ll be very fun!!

AWWWWW ❤️❤️❤️ they’re so so silly. You know they tried to claim their tail DOESNT do a heart?? Silly guy. They’re fooling nobody <3

… okay. I love you <3 thank you for everything you do for me.

[tinykween]

BRICK!!!

This is absolutely lovely and amazing BUT THERE BETTER BE A PART TWO OR WE FINNA THROW HANDS!!!

Story idea! Which will contain tiny!tubbo tiny!baby michael and giant!ranboo

Tubbo lives alone in the tundra lands of snowchester with his son Michael, tubbo is known for studying and hunting mythical creatures, but after a harsh snowstorm and lack of food he ventures out one night and ends up meeting one of the mythical creatures he has been desperately searching for.

Noms are up to you, btw

yay no more creative slump! thanks anon :D

i kinda switched this around s little bit but i think it's still alright? i mean i didn't read it but eh

(bonus points if you know what the title's from! :3)

agony drips from me, poisonous remedy

wc: 2505

cw: sfw vore (unwilling prey + miscommunication/no communication), panic

—–—

Call him an idiot, call him insane, call his work useless, but he prefers ‘over it’. Because in the depths of all of his pinned up papers, half-finished sketches littering the floors and a thousand theories blurring his head, he has a son, who’s obvious struggles haven't gone unnoticed from Tubbo, and he is over his weird hobby.

He does try, he keeps up with Micheal’s schedule, making sure he’s clean and well-fed and gets to sleep on time, (Although he can't be positive on that because unless his frenzy has kicked up hallucinations, he’s fairly positive he’s heard Micheal’s muffled snorts from just outside his office.)

Tubbo knew about that. He knew his son was distressed and isolated and tired and curious, yet he still persisted with the thing he couldn't even call work, it was just a hobby he clung onto desperately like it was pumping air into his lungs.

So, the recent storm was rather eye-opening. At the first crack of thunder and blast of lighting, Tubbo found it mildly distracting, while Micheal’s panicked squeals had traveled through the mansion and right to Tubbo's office, where the boy then threw himself at his father, burying his face into Tubbo’s chest with panicked breath. Tubbo had jumped at the contact and shuffled his papers around before scooting back to tend to his son. 

“Hey, hey, it’s just a storm, the thunder can’t hurt us,” Tubbo reassures, rubbing circles into the kid’s back. Micheal squeals as another clap of thunder echoes from the sky and rattles the windows of the office. Micheal’s grip on Tubbo’s vest tightens and he has to suppress the urge to wince under the pressure of his forming claws. “It's just passing over us,” Tubbo says, although he can't be sure about that, the weather has been showing signs of storms all week.

Another flash of lightning leaves Tubbo jumping at the way the windows light up at the streak, just a mile too close for his word to stay true. Presumably having felt Tubbo’s jolt of fear, Micheal sobs a little, still huddling close to his father for comfort. Tubbo sighs, tearing his wary attention away from the window and turning to focus on his papers, bullet points about a deity blurring together even more than usual at his worry. He moves his attention from his work and focuses on his son, still shaking with sobs. A wet spot has formed on his jumper from the kid’s tears, meanwhile Tubbo is stunned at what to say. He’s never been the most emotionally available, or if he was he wasted it all on useless attempts at humor to try and calm down Tommy. 

This was his son, and this was not a laughing matter. He stands, his chair sliding back along the wooden floor with a wince-inducing scrape, to which he ignores and focuses on supporting his son. “We haven't had thunder for a while, so, you know what that means?” Tubbo asks, using old techniques Schlatt had used when Tubbo wouldn't be quiet. 

“What?” Micheal asks, smally, voice broken from his tears. 

Another clap of thunder. Micheal gasps softly at the sound. 

“When there's a clap of thunder, you count the seconds between it, and that's how many miles away it is,” Tubbo informs him, still rubbing along his back as he navigates through the mansion.

The hybrid pulls away from his chest, still secure in Tubbo’s grasp but now facing him eye-to-eye, looking a little suspicious of Tubbo's claim. “Not true?” Micheal inquires. Tubbo cracks a smile and shakes his head.

“It's true! Listen, let's wait for the next one,” he says, heading down the grand staircase to find their way to the family room. 

Micheal’s eyes avert his gaze and instead move beyond him to watch the windows, spirit enlightened. Tubbo finds the lift in demeanor satisfying, though without a problem to worry about he finds his mind traveling back to the creature studies sat in his office. Supposedly considered deity amongst the End and the Nether, and the very last creature he has in an old book of monsters he found as a kid. 

He’s never been so riled up over finding something, but Ranboo proved so important that Tubbo would forget his own son in their time of panic. 

Tubbo plops on the couch, Micheal falling with him, just in time for another clap of thunder. “Alright! One, two, three—” Tubbo is cut off as Micheal takes over.

“Four, five—” Boom! The windows rattle and a few pieces of lopsided furniture shudder. That’s odd. It hadn't been so close before…boom!

Micheal squeals. That was loud. 

“Hey, hey, bossman, you're alright! It's just thunder,” Tubbo says, holding his boy tight while keeping his eyes glued to the pitch-black windows. 

“Too close!” Micheal squeals out, his hybrid coming out in a fit of snorts and whines that make Tubbo’s heart ache. Why did he tell him about the distance method? 

He considers calling Phil, but he doubts his communicator will work in this storm. The loud rush of rain hitting the window becomes apparent to him the more it picks up, rapidly thumping on the glass panes. Micheal’s crying again, his body quivering with every hiccup. 

“Hey, baby, you're okay,” Tubbo whispers. He can't handle this. Boom! “Bud, how about a special trip to old man Phil? I bet he and Techno can help, huh?” He asks, bouncing the hybrid on his knee. All that Michael responds with is a childish sob. 

His heart twists. Tubbo pulls him close, picking the kid up. He can make it to Phil and Techno’s cabin, and then he can just…pick up where he left off with his work. You know, unless he dies. 

Tubbo’s footsteps softly echo around the high ceilings, just barely audible against Micheal’s crying. “We’re going to go out to uncle Techno and old man Phil’s house, alright Micheal? They’ll know what to do,” Tubbo informs, sliding into his shoes and setting the kid down by the door. “Which coat do you want, bossman?”

Micheal hiccups, staring up at Tubbo with confusion in his eyes. For the most part, it goes unnoticed  while he opens up the chest of their jackets and shoes. 

“I don't want storm,” Micheal says, frowning. Tubbo pulls a coat from the chest and pulls it around himself, grabbing another one for extra good measure. He zips the two up then crouches down to eye level with the piglin.

“I know, I know. We just need to get somewhere a little safer, okay? Their houses are more prepared for this,” he lies, knowing full well that while he knows the storm is coming closer, he really was orchestrating this so he could just get some quiet work time, no matter how bad he felt about it. 

Micheal, at the very least, seems to buy it. “Okay…I want red, Techno color!” the piglin says, squealing in delight at his own mention of Technoblade. 

“Ah, what did I expect,” he chuckles, pulling out a red raincoat from the chest and carefully pulling Micheal’s arms through each sleeve, then buttoning it up gently. Micheal flaps his hand as Tubbo pats his chest to let him know he’s ready to go. Tubbo pulls out his wellies, a blue pair to take after Tommy, (Who he’s quite sure took after Ghostbur), then hands them to micheal to fit on. In the end, Tubbo is fighting down his overwhelming guilt of letting Micheal go for the storm. 

He's adorable, already abandoning fear because he looks like his uncles. Techno’s old raincoat almost pools at Micheal’s feet, the faded thing barely fitting yet somehow keeping Micheal in complete bliss.

“You look dapper,” Tubbo compliments, one last time reaching into the chest and grabbing out an umbrella before closing it. “Ready to go visit Philza, bossman?” 

Ultimately, Micheal looks a little uncomfortable at the thought of going out into the storm, although the thunder has been distant recently and Tubbo can tell Micheal has registered that. “I think!” he responds, voice wavering before gaining confidence near the end. 

He smiles shallowly. 

With one arm, Tubbo lifts Micheal up into his hold again, the piglin snorting at the quick movement. He switches the umbrella to the hand holding Micheal and opens the front door, pulling at it until it finally opens with a pop!, leaving him stumbling at the sudden jerk. He keeps it open with his foot and steps out, shielded from the pouring rain under the thin awning. The door slams shut behind him, nearly causing him to drop the umbrella as Micheal jumps at the sound and digs his fingers into Tubbo’s already-sore sides. 

He huffs out his pain and slides open the umbrella, which clicks as it locks. Tubbo raises it above their heads and steps out into the storm. Immediately, the constant stream of rain against the material above their heads pounds in Tubbo’s ears, even as damaged as they are. 

Boom! 

Immediately, Tubbo hears Micheal whisper under his breath: “One, two, three four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten—” Boom! 

“Ten miles is pretty far,” Tubbo comments, trudging through the thin layer of snow that he’d just shoveled earlier today. It mixes into a sludge with the rain, crunching under his boots in a pleasing manner, something to distract him from his desire to study and his worry of making it through the path to Techno’s cabin. It also distracts him from the impending feeling like he’s being watched. 

He tries to convince himself that isn't true, for the most part, even though he does give in with a quick look around his surroundings. The only thing he’s ever met with is the comfort of being alone with just him and his boy. 

Wind laps around them, the thunder and lighting seemingly having passed already, the only applicable features of the storm remaining being the strong rain and the surprisingly strong winds. He can barely see anything, let alone hear anything outside of the wind in his ears, Micheal’s hushed shivers and whimpers, and the rain on the umbrella. All the mobs have taken a rest for the night, thankfully, but it only leaves him in suspense. 

Who had eyes on him if not a zombie or a Creeper? 

Who was watching him from above, threatening the security of him and his son?

About halfway through the forest to Techno’s cabin, he pauses at the sound of something shuffling. Micheal hums at the motion, his attention also caught on the noise. Perhaps he would've passed it off as a victim of the storm, but it seemed too orchestrated, like something running into a bush. He tries putting it behind him, whispering a reassurance to both himself and the boy. 

Tubbo makes it two steps before there's another rustle. Now, he stops. Full-fledged freezes, subconsciously holding Micheal a little closer. His grip on the umbrella handle tightens until his knuckles run pale, spinning around against the wind to look around. 

The hue of something red and green catches his eye. Too large to be anyone's communicator or any of the server’s eyes. Too vibrant for a coat or anything of the sorts, too colorful for an animal, no, this was the watchful gaze of Ranboo.

It fit the description of their eyes, the giant creature often hunched low to the forest floor, said to be a nod to their connection with the Nether. 

Tubbo can’t help the excitement that flares up against the fear. Ranboo was feet from him. He has been searching for so long—he finally can care about his son the way he needed to. 

“Papa?” Micheal inquires, presumably noticing the way Tubbo has stopped in his tracks again. 

Tubbo shushes the piglin. “Hold on for a second, bud,” he says, hiking up the kid before he slips out of his hold. Micheal seems to relax, resting his head on Tubbo’s shoulder while he waits. 

Meanwhile, Tubbo stands, staring at the vibrant eyes in the foliage ahead.  

“Ranboo,” he whispers. The eyes lift up a bit, like the mention of their name intrigued them. Tubbo’s spirit lightens immensely. 

A crack of lightning charges through the sky, lighting it up enough for him to make out a rough outline of the crouching monster. “Woah..yeah, that's you, Ranboo!” He says slowly, more of a reassurance to himself than anything. 

“You're Ranboo, right?” Tubbo calls out to the forest. The eyes disappear for a moment before reappearing as the creature blinks. 

There's a small vwoop! that echoes through the forest. Micheal perks up at that, turning his head in the direction of Ranboo. Against his fingertips, even through the raincoat, Tubbo's feels as Micheal tenses up. 

“What's that?!” the kid demands, fear inflicted in his voice. His pink fur has risen at the fear he emits, which Tubbo can practically taste. 

“It's nothing to be afraid of, just an important thing I've been looking for,” he informs the kid. Micheal doesn't seem to relax. 

Ranvoo releases another vwoop! which is shadowed with a glk! that echoes from their throat. 

Suddenly, a thick tail with a furry, split-colored end is extending from the forest and into the clearing, rising high above them before, strangely calculatedly, wraps around Micheal’s small form, somehow breaking the boy's contact with Tubbo. Micheal squeals at it, crying out for his dad. Before he has the time to react, Micheal is plucked from his grasp and swept up in Ranboo's tail, becoming a speck of pink amongst a sea of black and white. 

“Hey! What the fuck?!” Tubbo yells, immediately dropping the umbrella to run after the retracting tail. The rain pours into him immediately, wind rushing in his ears and pushing sjsjdnf him as he trails after quickly. He stumbles over his feet, ankles rolling at his attempts to stay sturdy in snow. 

Tubbo can just barely hear Micheal’s panicked squeals and snorts. Tubbo approaches the forest, quickly behind the tail as he runs uselessly towards his son. “Ran-Ranboo! Sir–um, oh my god, surely you doing need to do that!” Tubbo tries, watching from the shadows as Micheal’s lifted effortlessly into Ranboo's two-finger hood, dangling him in open air, infuriatingly oblivious to his panic and sobs. 

Tubbo’s heart sinks when he watches through another volt of lightning as his son is drawn to Ranboo’s open maw, a fit of sobs and garbled calls for his dad and screams to stop. 

Immediately, he runs closer to the giant, who’s still crouched over the clearing. 

“Oh god, oh my god, what the—RANBOO!” Tubbo yells, hands cupped over his mouth desperately. Rain pours down into him as he runs, causing him to stumble in the mud. As he approaches, he realizes quickly he  can barely reach the edge of Ranboo's leg despite his immediate attempts to jump at it, and at another clap of thunder and bolt of lightning, he’s craning his neck in horror as he watches a lump in the deity’s throat travel down. 

—–—

taglist: @i-am-beckyu, @skullsnbruises, @nobodywritingao3, @krazycat49, @da3dm, @a-xyz-s // taglist request

[qprsmackdown]

propaganda (under the readmore):

BENCHTRIO PROPAGANDA:

My friend wrote a fanfiction detailing their platonic relationship from childhood friends to spouses. It is over 1 million words long. Pls he needs this

my good friend sunny wrote over 1million words of fanfiction about them that was so good it permanently altered my brain chemistry. also i think the feat of over 1mil words is worth the win (:

Ranboo and Tubbo are canonically married, semi-canonically platonically so. Tubbo and Tommy have known each other for years, and have an understanding of each other that no one else does. Tommy and Ranboo went through a very awkward and begrudging beginning of their friendship, but Ranboo would go on to make Tommy's grave when he died.

I want to start off by stressing that these 3 are characters and are not at all connected to the real world creators that portrayed them aside from having the same name.

c!Ranboo and c!Tubbo were canonically married, with the nature of their marriage being largely ambiguous and up for interpretation! They live together in a mansion with their adopted child, Michael, a tiny baby piglin! c!Tommy was never an official part of their marriage, but the three spent so much time together(before the series' writing took a very unfortunate turn due to behind the scenes stuff) that they might as well have been a qpr polycule! It is confirmed that c!Ranboo(an 8'5 foot tall enderman hybrid) can only look 2 people directly in the eyes with it being STRONGLY implied those 2 people were c!Tommy and c!Tubbo! Their relationship didn't get as much time as it needed due to the series's unfortunate downturn near the end, but while it was there, it was a very comforting, very tender relationship between 3 traumatized young queer teens who were their for one another through their journeys in healing from their various traumas. Also one time c!Tommy and c!Ranboo got high together in a tiny smoke box they made(they also met when Ranboo hit him on the head with a giant flower. An allium, to be specific!).

MAJORWOOD PROPAGANDA:

i went so insane about them they spawned inside my brain, guys ever

They are the Mean Gills and they are canonically qpr!! They would also canonically die for each other

Canon QPR! Confirmed by cc!Martyn :D (he confirmed it on stream after the series ended)

They're canonically a QPR guys!!!! Both the CC's who play the characters have said that they see them as being in a QPR!!!!!! literally the first time ever i've seen any media ever portray a qpr of some sort

someone in Martyn's chat explained what a QPR was and he said "oh that sounds like me and Scott"

[piscespixiewastaken]

I need to know more about this Tiny!Dream right now

Oh boy, so this is a fun one. I actually sent @error-dream-was-found a bit on this one. Very short, not much written for it, but it is definitely one of my whumpier/angstier concepts

So story background is Dream gets shrunk in prison (either potion, XD fucking around, or some code accident), and Quackity has a field day over it. He takes tiny!Dream to Las Nevadas (with or without Sam’s permission, haven’t decided), and just… turns him into a stress toy.

At some point, they find out Dream has infinite lives. And Quackity is well… Quackity about it. There may or may not be a point where he actually eats Dream because cannibalism is something Q has definitely done before. (This is G/T we’re talking here, vore isn’t off the table, just as a proper horror trope instead of sexual.)

This whole experience, in turn, completely traumatizes Dream. To the point that by the start of the story, when Tommy visits Q and accidentally finds his “hobby” room, Dream is full convinced anyone who sees him is there to torture and kill him just to see if he respawns. Kinda like he’s a little freak show side piece. And he’s legitimately terrified of everyone around him.

And Tommy, being the completely rational and totally winging it, steals Dream from Quackity, books it back to Snowchester, and then passes out after handing Dream over to Ranboo like “peace out, your problem now, good night”. This definitely, totally does not cause Dream to have such a horrific panic episode that he too passes out, totally not. (Tubbo and Ranboo are confused and conflicted, but they really don’t want to hurt such a scared little guy 🥺)

Also, because anytime I write Dream and Michael the piglin together, Michael tries to act as Dream’s protector and bff, that is exactly what happens. As soon as Michael realizes Dream isn’t an action figure, he starts bringing Dream gifts and babying him, even snarling at his dads if they scare Dream. He is very fierce and mighty, do not touch his friend. Michael is the only one Dream fully trusts at a certain point.

Aaaand that’s about all I have. At some point Techno and Phil get involved, Wilbur and Sam are gonna be weird about tiny!Dream, and the server is going to have a meltdown over the fact that their villain is completely harmless now and also traumatized and terrified of everything to the point he can’t even trust those he used to (Punz is devastated, but tries to be understanding about it).

No idea when this thing will be ready for posting, but hey, it’s a fun little project to have on the side. :)

[monsterritory]

Frozen II + Dream SMP Crossover AU

Tommy is Elsa, Tubbo is Anna, Ranboo is Kristoff, Michael is Olaf, Wilbur is the Grandfather who built L'Manberg - Arendelle. Dream is the old dead Chief of The Northuldra people - the Dreamland people.

Tommy finds out that Wilbur killed Dream and as he freezes solid, manages to send that vision to Tubbo.

Tubbo sees the vision. He watches Michael die. He realizes that Tommy is dead and that L'Manberg was built on lies.

Tubbo makes a choice to let L'Manberg stay, as a monument to the memory of his deceased brother.

Tubbo is the King now. He has to think about his people.

Peace is not restored.

Tommy does not unfreeze.

Tommy isn't entirely conscious, but not out cold either. He can feel his own soul, can feel the cold. And he can very vaguely feel that there's a warmth moving somewhere near him.

With the sound of the hooves against the ice, something steps out of the shadows.

There are 4 Spirits, one for each element - Earth, Wind, Fire, Air. There's Tommy, the bridge between the Spirits and Humans.

And then there's the 5th Spirit. Born out of pain and vengeance of the land betrayed. The Spirit of What Isn't. The Spirit of Nothingness, the Void that surrounds them. The soul that stayed behind, surrounded by the memories of the past and visions of current.

Dream traces the statue's cheek. It's not like the rest of the Snowy Memories. It's hard and cold. There's breath trapped inside of it. And a heart.

Something about its features makes him feel uneasy but he chooses to ignore it.

Dream sits by the statue. Circles it. Studies the design on the frozen figure. It's not much of a talker, but it feels a bit less lonely with it here.

(Dream's been surrounded only by the memories of the past for so long. This is a nice refreshment from having to witness his own death over and over all the time)

Dream isn't trapped, but he's choosing to stay at the Ahtohallan. Someone has to look over the place. And he kinda likes it here. It's quiet, peaceful, calm. The real Forest is dried up and dying. But in here, the memories of it in its Prime are preserved forever.

And now he's not even all that alone anymore. Now he's got a friend c:

Very quiet, peaceful friend

A few moments or maybe years pass, - we don't know for sure - and a few faint blue lines descend down and grab at Tommy's limbs. The freezing eases just a tiny bit. Tommy still can't move or think clearly. But he can think just clearly enough to realize he's trapped and not alone.

The blue lines move his body like strings move a marionette. Dream dances with him. He places one hand on the boy's waist, the other holds his outstretched hand.

This is nice, Dream thinks. This statue is small and fragile, but he knows how to be gentle. He could get used to it. There's no need to unfreeze it - why bother? He's so nice and quiet and peaceful this way. He can't backstab Dream.

(Not sure why Dream's worried about that last one. Just a strange thought.)

Slowly, very slowly, over time, the freezing eases. At some point Tommy can move just a bit, but he still depends on Dream to move him.

At some point Dream actually lets Tommy talk. Finds out who Tommy is. Who's descendant he is.

In exchange Dream tells Tommy that Tubbo chose not to save him. Tommy doesn't believe it at first, but then Dream shows him the Snow Memory of it all.

Tommy sits down in shock. Tubbo chose to let the L'Manberg stay after finding out that their ancestors unfairly colonized the land it stands on. He doesn't even know what to say.

"I'm willing to see this as fair."

Tommy looks up at Dream, as the Spirit keeps talking.

"Your people killed my land, and colonized what was left of it. Your grandfather killed me. Letting L'Manberg fall wouldn't begin to cover the debt you owe us. But I'm willing to take you as a payment."

Tommy doesn't get to argue before he is turned frozen again. The only difference is he can think clearly now. Can feel the cold bite him clearly now.

And can tell clearly that Dream is his only source of warmth in this cold frozen prison he's trapped in forever.

It's so very, very cold in the void. Cold bothers Tommy now.

Noise bothers Dream.

Tommy cries and is loud a lot at first. It's frustrating. Dream keeps him frozen more often when he's like that.

He isn't mad at Tommy, just bothered. Tommy's meant to be his perfect little toy, and he's failing. But Dream isn't mad. He loves his new companion, he's okay waiting as long as it takes for Tommy to learn to be quiet.

When he's quiet, Dream will unfreeze him and let him move about and hold his hand. Dream's hand is warm.

Dream is warm.

Dream is very warm.

Tommy needs warmth.

Tommy doesn't remember why. But warmth is nice. He needs more of it.

He'll be quiet. He'll be a good boy. He just needs some warmth. Please. It's cold and he can't remember why but he hates it.

Dream cares about him. He'll oblige, of course. He's kept many memories safe this long. He'll keep this little one safe too, forever.

[inkyu]

Do you have any old art or comics you gave up on?

I have been given the power to go on a super yap... :happy: :happy: :happy:

I have a lot of stories I gave up on because I had too many (20 if I recall right), but the ones I've kept/survived from my middle school story purge were Two Over A Kind, and Shadow Killed. However I have other stories that came after those two after I entered high school such as Mandela's Requiem, Backyard Thursday, Never So Norm, Collidests, and Rose Burnt, (yes I have a lot of stories, but they're not lore heavy so they might seem short/fast)

Although the only official rendition of a comic out right now would be Mandela's Requiem but I want to re-draw it in a different format similar to my ask blog @ask-the-druggieverse and what Homestuck uses because it's easier and I can gather all the images I draw and upload it YouTube for people to read

As for old art? oh geez I have a LOT of old art....

I'll put it under a read more and separate them by year U_U

Also blood warning (gore maybe too? not sure what to label it-) and huge and tiny spoilers for Mandela's requiem!!! (I just felt very proud of those drawings and I also can't help myself but show the future plans I have for MR's story!!) (and also characters that will appear in MR's epilogues!)

Part 2 Post

(Also if you see this in a fandom tag I.E Undertale, The Last Dimension.... Dream SMP. (neutral) then that's why (This was back in 2020 and I was still in 7th-8th grade at this time (I'm a senior right now) so don't judge me(I only drew beeduo and Michael so don't worry it's not those creature (IYKYK)))

(And no, I don't plan on drawing any DSMP in the near future, maybe if requested and the person isn't problematic (I.E Ranboo, Tubbo etc etc) however for the problomatic ones they will get heavy re-design/name change so they don't resemble their og character/persona to seperate the two more because I don't like looking at them knowing what they did. (Especially C!Wilbur, I view him looking different/being named something else)) (sorry if I keep yapping about this I know people hate the DSMP so much and I don't want to get attacked again (I've been attacked before in the past for liking it back in 2021-2022 on my old TT account (deactivated, my current TT account is dead and I never want to return to TT again.) so just mentioning DSMP on my main blog scares me a bit I hope you understand!))

2025 (Hey!! this Year!! :D)

some of these you've seen I'm guessing, I haven't drawn a lot of stuff yet but it's still the first month of 2025 ^w^, as for the first image It's still a W.I.P as there's other batches I need to complete! (If you wanna see them feel free to ask) I'm also gonna change it so that Cream is the son of Nicecream guy because when designing Cream I had the intentions of him being an OC and not an AU, Nicecream guy legit had 0 part to play when making him

Same goes for Hamburg, Calliope, and Basil as they're based of existing OC's mainly and not undertale OC's when they were supposed to (crazy)

Image Order:

1st: Fiddletale mini batch No.3

2nd: A Backyard Thursday trio!

3rd: Consent!Sans

4th: An ATDV Panel

5th: Someone needed help drawing beards so I made a ref to help U_U

2024

None of these I bet anyone has seen unless they're in discord servers I'm in

Anywhos, these are mostly oc's and 1 MAU I've talked about before (slice of pie verse)

Image Order

1st: My first drawing of 2024!! it's for my my OC story "Never So Norm" I was trying to find a design for Aliza AKA Ty's mom!, I'm gonna re-deisgn her again later because I don't see her as skinny anymore but a little more chubby U_U

2nd: Mandela's Requiem's epilogue characters! for any creepypasta fans out there yes... MR is like super/heavily inspired off of CRP characters, plus Ben Drowned was free game sense no one owned him (Nintendo technically own's this character legally but hey, fuck it we ball), and as for Casey I think you can guess who she's a walmart version of (Rina is completely original, I only added the "the killer" part cuz I thought it would be silly)

3rd: Backyard Thursday god silhouette list! I haven't fully drawn them out and needed some silhouette's to see how they would all look like!

4th: Mandela's Requiem epilogue Chester character sheet! I haven't touched this specific character sheet in a LONG time and need to come back to it as this story is one of the very few stories that has a small cast of characters to work on!!

5th: Slice Of Pieverse unified!Nightmare hehe ^w^ tiny spoilers: In SOPV fusion is a thing after the calamity happened (it's a split timeline of Underverse where Bill!Sans is a bit more important) although this isn't a "fusion" form, families (either blood related or adopted) don't fuse, they unify (essentially they can use each others abilities/their abilities become stronger)

2023 (oh geez, the in-between era of my old and current style..)

All of these are oc's (that includes the DGRP oc)

Image Order

1st: MY SILLIES FROM TWO OVER A KIND!!! ILY GUYS SMMM The main character isn't there but eh, these were re-designs ish as some of them changed from being half-vampire to full human (Duke & Jackey) and some just needed color palate changes or design changes (David & Luu)

2nd: I think my 3rd or 5th attempt at lineless? I don't know but I remember struggling a lot to do lineless so I just kinda just gave up, but hey! Look at me now! I really love lineless art now!!

3rd: My Danganronpa OC Yaku Unmei (or just Unmei) for a cancelled DGRP roleplay (I do not support the creator of the old roleplay. She intentionally or not has groomed minors into being desensitized to NSFW (I was already desensitized to it from the past but it's still fucked up) and wrote proship stuff.(I don't fucking care if it was for "accuracy" that shit was clearly a fetish. I can't believe your friends made me think for a second you weren't a groomer all because you have autism that's fucking insane.)) On a different note because I'm still not over that whole situation and person. (trauma response sorry) Unmei while being the ultimate unlucky student is one of the survivors of the killing game! If it was still ongoing... now she's just a DGRP OC that I might implement into one of my main stories

4th: More Never So Norm doodles! This time of beta-Terezi and Samy interacting! not too proud of how I drew Samy but hey... this is the inbetween era... :3

5th: Our lord and savior Jake Murdalinn who's also from Never So Norm, I love you Jake Murdalinn, my favorite ghost hunter and SFX crew guy

2022 (oh man the nostalgia is kicking in guys) (this folder and before it are so disorganized I cannot tell you which drawing I did after my first one in order U_U)

Oh geez... t h a t e r a... the era where I would just create create create and procrastinate a lot, I'm thankful for all of the characters that came out of it though

Image Order

1st: my Frist drawing of 2022, aka my OC 0-Riguren or Origuren (twas my mash mash words = name era as well), he's from TOAK (and needs a HEAVY re-design and STAT.)

2nd: Fanart of Phillip from the last dimension on webtoon! Also tiny fun fact! Phillip was the other inspiration for my OC Danny (I haven't drawn him yet but I have an idea) (Although the main inspiration was yet again, Karkat Vantas (Homestuck is one of my special interests so I have a lot of stuff inspired from Homestuck))

3rd: a TOAK height chart line up, and my second time trying to make one! my first time was.... augh... heavy note on making a height chart, there are going to be a lot of characters being similar in height and there's no need to worry about that (I worried about it my first time around...)

4th: Ah yes, Fiddletale... and.... Bartertale. (NOTE: Barter is no longer a sans or an AU, he's just an OC that's in BT along with Fiddle(long story but after Fiddletale ends It's no longer an AU however people can still claim it as an AU IDC bc everyone's gonna get re-designs for BT so essentially they're separate characters in a way)), some changes between Bartertale!Barter and Backyard Thursday!Barter: AU: Cis Man, A Sans, Skeleton, Out!Code BT: Trans Man, Half-Human Half-Skeleton no undertale involved, just a regular citizen trapped in a country in a forever winter Also Fiddle and Barter are husbands in BT <3

5th: The very first drawing I've done for Collideists... Also fun fact: This story would have never been made if I never joined an event in a discord server I'm in where everyone was making these species called "Shadow Creatures" I chipped in and created a "Light Creature" concept and things went on from there

2021 (OH HELL NAW JIGSAW GO BACK GO BAAACK :sob: :pray:)

Do you SEE how different my style was back in 2021!? oh lord... I'm like- super proud of my development... heh...

Image Order

1st: Amari Feng, She's from my given up story called "A Fantasized Beginning", I gave up on this story because I had too many stories and this one just had too much stuff going on (In short: It's basically RWBY and MHA mixed into one, kids go to school to become pro-hero's in outer-space because an evil group known as "the dark entropy" were colonizing/taking over planets and the heros had no idea how they kept doing it, and then BOOM!!! PLOT FUCKING TWIST!!! the number 1 pro-hero was the one conducting the evil groups plans all along and the hero get's stopepd by the MC's, although the colonizing and taking over doesn't stop as more villains pop up and hero's continue being hero's but this time the hero's have a easier time saving everyone) I made this story when I was in middle school along with many others, although after I did my story purge the only two stories that survived were Shadow Killed and Two Over A Kind (TOAK had a massive story overhaul and is not like it's OG plotline) I don't have plans to go back to this story, however I might if I complete all of my stories before I die, which I'm sure I will because I'm shortening a lot of them, and if I do I will DEF shorten AFB by a lot because middle school me planned like 16 something seasons (jesus.) (Also Amari was not the MC but an antagonist that later becomes an MC and was heavily inspired off of Himiko Toga(Can you tell?))

2nd: Heh... My first attempt at lineless art.... This is also back when Blipthyn was blue and was named Blueprint, I do not like TOAK's 5th rendition of a story as I was going through a hard time and heavily trauma dumped the shit out of that specific rendition of TOAK and just scrapped a lot of it, only a few things I liked survived in the current 6th? 7th? version of the story and I plan to keep it that way unless it becomes too long in my eyes

3rd: THE CTT!!! CHAOS TIME TRIO!!! Also my fist art/was around the time I met my friends Keter and Geno in the lunime discord server! we all loved undertale at this time and formed this group, a lot of things changed about each character so these are their old/beta designs, however this piece still has a place in my heart because of how special it is to me :hearts:

4th: I'm gonna be for real with you I have no fucking clue who this was for These aren't my characters nor do I remember the person who created these OC's, I do know I was very proud of this drawing because I made the other person super happy, I just dunno who it was so if by any chance you're the creator of these characters hi!!! :3

5th: Heh... Hello Swap <3 ILY <3

????-2020 (I don't know if all of this art was from 2020, all I know is that I shoved a bunch of art in this folder because I didn't wanna loose it XP) (also this only has 4 because I reached the 30 image limit so I will make a part 2 of my yap session U_U)

HEAVY NOTE: I do not support the problematic creators of the DSMP. I am a firm believer in separating the art from artist(s) to an extent. If both the art and Artist are problematic they can't be separated (I.E TCOAAL(I hate this game and creator.))

I do not support Dream, Wilbur Soot, ETC ETC, Even though I don't talk about the DSMP on this blog often I will refer to the roleplay characters with different names to help further separate the RP characters and person I.E: Wilbur: Wynter(Or Winter)(Sorry but ever sense the Shelby stuff my brain magically imagined a different guy in C!Wilbur's place)(i'm being so fucking fr rn, every time someone mentions C!Wilbur I think of someone different same goes for the others too), Dream: Delusion and Ambition(For DreamXD), George: Cogs ETC ETC (In fact I encourage anyone still in the DSMP fandom to do the same cuz Dream is getting a little too close to his DSMP character rn...)

Image Order

1st: Laim! he's also from another cancelled story called 12-15-22-5, or also known as 12-15-22-5 Project: Life this story was a romance between a resurrected angel heading and a human, the resurrected angel's goal from the company he was revived from was to find a way to break someone's heart/love to the point of dying so that they could kill a god (for some reason?? my middle school self never really specified why) However things backfire as the resurrected Angel falls in love with the love interest (heh... not straight BTW...) and other resurrected angels are sent after him and his friends because it'll "sabotage" their plan, I never planned an ending for this story but I do remember that this story was inspired off of HXH and Four Leaf on webtoon

2nd: I'm gonna be so fr I don't know why I made this character (his name is Phrog)

3rd: Ian and Damien's first ever design <33 And also Shadow Killed's first ever concept art! their designs have been changed by now so yeah :(, in fact this art was made back when I was beginning to feel happy again, although that died out because Middle School was super rough for me.

4th: Ah yes.... DSMP.... Beeduo.... and... MICHEAL!!! (This was back when the DSMP was at it's prime from my knowledge... augh...) I'm gonna so fr with you I never saw Michael (Beeduo's adopted child) as white I'm so sorry, I always viewed Michael as black I don't know why I did I just did XP, no hate to anyone who views Michael as white, I just never saw it myself This isn't ship art btw. You will be blocked if tagged as ship. (Not Threatening/Serious)

Part 2 Soon (Mainly for the comics because I reached the photo limit and I wanna show some old comic panels now :( )

[charlybvnny]

Take my soul and write me some bee duo family fluff ! NOTHING BAD AT THE END >:( Charly i see you!

Thank you very much for the soul, it's very pretty.

Ok, well then, ask and you shall receive.

Family Dinner.

(note: I am not a writer, so far I've just been writing my thoughts and I am not good at writing fluff in any way.)

Tubbo and Ranboo come home, one day, bringing with them a basket of veg, freshly plowed potatoes, bright orange carrots and vibrant burgundy beets.

Plopping the hay-weaved basket onto the kitchen counter, tiny hoofsteps are heard running down to greet the duo.

A tiny pink fluffball rams into Ranboo's legs, excited mal-deformed whistles and squeaks leaving the boy, giving his papa the tightest and warmest of hugs.

Cold slender arms pick up the baby, bringing him up to tower above Tubbo, head pressed gently into the crook of a black and white neck, Michael holds onto the parent with tight and warm love.

Watching from the higher position, cuddled lovingly in his loved one's care, Michael watches with intense focus as his other parent washes the veg, scrubbing off dirt, and cutting off the stalks and cutting chunks off veg, stewing up some pot of broth.

Delicious smells fill the house, a carrot and potato stew boiling in a pot, baking some strips of lamb in the furnace, the two husbands cooking for their child. Ever seen a sweeter sight in your life? michael hasn't.

The warm flames of home, of family, it heats up the frigid house from the state it used to be, from the neglect it has undergone in the previous weeks. The house is filled with busy chatter and the familiar smell of warm food, home cooked meals filled with a love the boy hasn't felt in weeks, yet has not forgotten anytime since the last.

As the mismatched family sit down to eat, all huddled up around a rickety wooden table, sitting in splintering little chairs, the youngest of which barely able to look up from his bowl, the steam coming from the meal cloaking the boy from seeing his parents properly, and yet he knows they're there. They love him.

He's sure now, as they spoon-feed the baby boy a healthy helping of soup, letting him much on mutton and bite into hearty, fluffy bread. Filling the boy with both food and happiness.

All is well in the house that day. The cold winter winds won't nip at the skin of the boy this day. He has his parents to protect him. They'll always keep him safe. Always.

For he is loved, and love protects all.

[transgenbur]

fostering au. when tommy starts to hit his mid-late twenties he has a bit of a quarter life crisis.

he’s never lived alone (he tried for college and lasted three months) hes always been either with his brother or his two best friends (he owns a house with beeduo & michael but he still has his room in wilburs house and hes over there like at least twice a week) and since he stopped going to college and switched to online classes, hes never like. had a Big Thing for himself. his friends are all either pursuing a career or dating or getting married or having kids but hes aroace and fluctuating minimum wage jobs (he doesnt Actually need to work, ranboo’s rich as fuck which is the only reason they can afford a house, but he still does to “contribute”) .

so he decides he needs a Project . like his own thing that he builds towards. which is how he gets the idea to open his own shop!!

its officially a record shop, and theres for sure lots of those because he collects them (cat and mellohi….), but its also one of those tiny stores with shelves up to the ceiling that just sells a bunch of Things. trinkets. records and books and funny gadgets and guitars and collectibles and little potted plants.

he also makes a deal with niki (who opened her own bakery down the street!!) to buy a handful of pastries from her every day to sell to his clients as long as he puts a sign over it to advertise her . well she didn’t actually ask that she was totally fine as is but he insisted. he takes it to heart and makes the most eyesore colourful big poster threatening guiding all customers to “go find more of these delicious pastries where they came from”.

he loves his shop its such a nice place, very cozy and homey, where they all hang out regularly . its called Tom’s Records and fun fact i built it in the sims😁 maybe house tour one day

[skullsnbruises]

If it's alright with you, may I request some giant ranboo comforting tiny michael from a nightmare via noms

Thx!

Of course nonny, and i took so long because i was going all out. I hope this is worth the wait, I know I like it pfft

Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix <3

[wendy130]

Could you do giant ranboo noming tiny michael?

// WEE :D!! He wanna go up

Tag list:

@local-squishmallow

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

I AM THE BESTEST CHILD EVER!!!!!!!!!

ohhh okay, I hope it never rains cats and dogs, the kitties and puppies would get hurt :((

:))) oh wow!!! abuelo must spoil you a bunch!!

abuelo is suuuuper nice to everyone!!!!!!!! especially me >:))) he doesn't cary me as much as grandpa though >:(

who is abuelo not nice to?? :(((

tomy is suuuuper cool!!!!!!!!!!!!! is he my dad too yet?? :)))

-michael

Sometimes there’s people who have been not very nice to me or your dad or your papa :( so!! Your Abuelo tries to get it, um . Through their head, let’s say, on why they should be nice in the future <3

… um 😊😋😊🥰😃 well tubbo . Am I 😊😊

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Story time! Ranboo and tubbo adopt tiny!Michael after finding him in the streets on their way home. Soon, it becomes obvious that Michael had been abused the last time he was adopted, now ranboo and tubbo, make it their mission to help Michael and be the best parents.

Bonus if there's noms involved, but only if you want

AHHH this is really cute! i have so so so so so so SOOOO many beeduo/bee n boo family prompts so i'm just gonna respond to this in bullet points!

tubbo and ranboo had been lingering around a human neighborhood just to make sure one of their human friends (tommy) got home safely

after they watched tommy get home, they make their way back to their own giant neighborhood.

on the walk back, ranboo picks up a scent but thinks nothing of it. that is, until tubbo speaks up about the very same thing.

so they're not really panicking cause yk they were just near humans, but even as they finally got back to their neighborhood, they still picked up on the smell.

the two look around, then after a while they find a tiny micheal, who had been struggling to keep up with the giants' footsteps but finally got the attention of the two giants and immediately started motioning to be picked up.

the two were unsure at first, but it seemed harmless so tubbo picks the kid up. the very first thing they notice is the bruises, cuts, and scars covering his skin. and the little sobs and bloodshot eyes from the kid aren't anything to help the obvious hypothesis that the kid had been less than lucky with a family.

despite their hesitance and general lack of knowledge about children, especially young humans, they take the kid back to their house and try to patch him up. it goes well, except for the fact that the kid barely talks, even though he looks the age where he should.

a few days later and the pair have made a little progress. they've adorned the kid with a name and have seen improvement in the injuries.

then, one day, tommy comes over unprompted. it was a startling discovery considering that tubbo and ranboo always make an effort to save tommy the trouble and danger of walking through giant territory. but, tommy seemed persistent with his dire need to come over. apparently, some adult had been parading the streets yelling out for a kid and proceeding to knock on every door in search of them. tommy decided to leave before the "obviously drunk, and really loud drugged up dude" got to his place.

anyone feel free to use this! i WOULD write but i just have been soo out of it and just never want to touch google docs for a good few days. thank you for the idea tho! maybe i'll attempt some art, no promises tho cause the creative juices are really scarce 😓

[qprsmackdown]

Gillion, Chip, and Jay (JRWI Riptide) vs Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo (DSMP)

Propaganda beneath the cut!

Gillion, Chip, and Jay propaganda: They're three gay ass pirates who; despite coming from very different backgrounds, found eachother and formed the riptide pirates! All three of them are co-captains on their crew and they're trying to destroy the government HI HI HI I ALREaDY SUBMITTED FISH AND CHIPS AND IN THIS AREA I tALKED ABOUT HOW I WISHED JAY WAS ALLOWED AND THEN I SAW YOU ANSWER THAT ASK THAT SAID YOU CAN HAVE MORE THAN 2 PEOPLE SO IM SUBMITTING THE ALBATRIO INSTEAD THANK YOU LOVE YOU Gillion is canonically asexual and shipped with both Jay and Chip respectively. I just think they are all very queer and platonically in love is all. I love polyamory. Put those guys in a relationship.

Benchtrio propaganda: My friend wrote a fanfiction detailing their platonic relationship from childhood friends to spouses. It is over 1 million words long. Pls he needs this

my good friend sunny wrote over 1million words of fanfiction about them that was so good it permanently altered my brain chemistry. also i think the feat of over 1mil words is worth the win (:

Ranboo and Tubbo are canonically married, semi-canonically platonically so. Tubbo and Tommy have known each other for years, and have an understanding of each other that no one else does. Tommy and Ranboo went through a very awkward and begrudging beginning of their friendship, but Ranboo would go on to make Tommy's grave when he died.

I want to start off by stressing that these 3 are characters and are not at all connected to the real world creators that portrayed them aside from having the same name.

c!Ranboo and c!Tubbo were canonically married, with the nature of their marriage being largely ambiguous and up for interpretation! They live together in a mansion with their adopted child, Michael, a tiny baby piglin! c!Tommy was never an official part of their marriage, but the three spent so much time together(before the series' writing took a very unfortunate turn due to behind the scenes stuff) that they might as well have been a qpr polycule! It is confirmed that c!Ranboo(an 8'5 foot tall enderman hybrid) can only look 2 people directly in the eyes with it being STRONGLY implied those 2 people were c!Tommy and c!Tubbo! Their relationship didn't get as much time as it needed due to the series's unfortunate downturn near the end, but while it was there, it was a very comforting, very tender relationship between 3 traumatized young queer teens who were their for one another through their journeys in healing from their various traumas. Also one time c!Tommy and c!Ranboo got high together in a tiny smoke box they made(they also met when Ranboo hit him on the head with a giant flower. An allium, to be specific!).

[muffimtv]

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list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)- SO MUCH ART, incredibly silly, so much passion and love

a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!- i genuinely cant think of one 😭

a character that fandom has helped you appreciate- applejack from mlp

say something nice about a ship you don't ship (it can be another ship in your fandom, a mutual's OTP, etc)- i’ve seen some about gerry and michael distortion- they would be SO FUNNY.

something you see in fics a lot and love- SICK FICS. IM SO WEAK FOR SICK FICS

something you see in art a lot and love- when artists put little hearts in a characters eyes <3

a blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter- @crikey01 again ur art is incredible and you are so so fun to interact with

compliment someone else in your fandom- @friccafracc I COULD EAT YOUR ART FOREVER

the ship that always makes you smile- aziracrow my beloveds

 the character that always makes you smile- MARTIN BLACKWOOD MY BELOVED. I WOULD KILL AND DIE FOR HIM.

a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate- uhhhhhhh ummmmmm will graham’s dogs i guess?

the thing in canon that everyone loves and that you also love- THE CONSTANT BLACK/WHITE LIGHTING IN GO

a fandom tag that you track- steddie

your current fandom(s)- good omens, tma, mlp, hannibal, heathers, stranger things, ranboo, genloss, ATSV

your very first fandom!- harry potter

a fandom vou're not active in anvmore but that you still really like- fruits basket

the fandom friend you've known the longest- probably you @b33viemm

the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual- tma. beiv this is YOUR FAULT

how has fandom positively impacted your life?- it’s made me so so creative

a piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces- block people/tags that you just don’t want to see. you curate your own experience