m0th3ye

[m0th3ye]

Probably should state my writing boundaries if I’m going to be a writing blog, huh?

-Who’ll I’ll write for: Dream SMP, most MCYT, Little Nightmares (1&2), Franbow, Undertale, and The Owl House! -What I WONT write: NSFW, ships with large age gap, character x character with minors involved, k1nks, Angst with ana/ED or active s/h, M!preg, Omegaverse, bunny boy/girl characters and readers, (will add more over time) -What I WILL write: X reader (/p and /r), m!reader, f!reader, gn!reader, trans!reader, etc., angst, fluff, most tropes, basically everything i haven’t listed in the “wont write” part. -What you need to know about me. Call me M0th3ye (moth-eye). I will not reveal anything of my personal life and do not try to learn more about me. I will show you what I want to show of myself, and delete it if I made a mistake.  I am a minor.

[m0th3ye]

TW: VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF BL00D, EXECUTION

Ever since Ranboo was told about Tubbo's execution, he was,,, let's just say, confused. The confusion quickly morphed to anger, then to rage. It was the one thing he wouldn't forget, and he made sure of it; writing it down in his memory book, leaving sticky notes everywhere of "Quackity got Tubbo killed." Most days, he'd read it, let out a sigh, and continue with whatever he was doing. But today, today was different.

Ranboo had been having a particularly bad day, he forgot about a meeting with the syndicate he promised to attend, all of the food he ate was either stale, or burnt, or both, and Tommy had been nagging at him all day. As Ranboo ventured towards his and Tubbo's shared bedroom, he saw Tubbo sitting on the edge, looking into a hand mirror he was holding. Ranboo spotted the scar plastered across the side of the goat/sheep hybrid's face and felt enraged, anger completely overtaking his emotions. As he got angrier, he subconsciously fell deeper into his ender state, his two mix hybrid parts becoming unbalanced as the black pigmentation on his body swirled and swooshed, covering his body till only a sliver of white was left to spare. Tubbo glanced up at Ranboo, confusion clear in his eyes.

"You alright there bigman? goin' all sleep-walky on me again?" Tubbo question Ranboo with concern, though had a teasingly joking tone. as he spoke he stood up and walked towards his husband after gently placing the mirror onto their bed.

Ranboo muttered something in a slurred mix of ender and english, the only parts Tubbo understood was "Quackity" and "scar".

Tubbo was confused, rightfully so. "What?" He let out a small sigh, deciding to attempt to bring Ranboo back to normal. "Bossman, how about we go hangout with Micheal for a bit, maybe it will help you some." He smiled, attempting his best to get Ranboo back and calmed to his normal state.

Ranboo hesitated, his thoughts were unclear but the mention of Micheal seemed to stable him some before it went 180. Ranboo shook his head, looking down at Tubbo's scar with a frown before an idea popped into his head. He reached down and scooped Tubbo up before quickly walking towards Micheal's room. Tubbo was used to being picked up by Ranboo, especially in his enderwalk state, so he paid no mind to it.

Once Ranboo arrived at Micheal's room with Tubbo, he swiftly opened the door and placed Tubbo to a sit next to Micheal. Micheal smiled brightly and hugged Tubbo tightly before going over to Ranboo and hugging his lower legs, letting out happy snorts, grunts, and huffs as he did so. Ranboo smiled and crouched down into a squat, ruffling Micheal's hair and slurring something in ender.

Tubbo looked over at Ranboo, a curious look on his face complimented with a smile. "What's this about, bossman?" He queried, not fully expecting a understandable reply. In return, Ranboo pointed at Tubbo, more specifically the scar on his face before patting Micheal on the head and exiting the room, his foot steps heard echoing down the halls to the steps that lead downstairs. Tubbo was still rather confused, Ranboo didn't possibly remember the reasoning behind his scar, right?

Ranboo speed-walked through Snowchester, heading towards Las Nevadas. The snow that slipped through the enchantment of his armor burned against his skin, yet he paid no attention to it, not bothering to head back for a umbrella.

Once Ranboo arrived at Las Nevadas, a look of determination was plastered onto his face, anger undertones swirling as he hardly had enough control of his ender-state to keep his motive clear in his mind. His heavy steps left boot marks in the sand, the crunching noise of a handful of layers of sand being parted turning into clinking of concrete. He paused and looked around, unsure on which building to start his hunt for Quackity. In his luck, He spotted Quackity's golden wings near the edge of the tower(?). He didn't bother glancing at the green slime standing infront of the casino owner, focussed only on scaring Quackity as he did Tubbo.

After he arrived at the top he wasted to time, summoning a sword into his right hand and walking towards where he could sneak up behind Quackity. Once he got to behind Quackity, right as the slimeboy went to greet the half-ender-boy, Ranboo placed his sword up to Quackity's throat. Quackity's eyes widened as recognized the hands holding himself and the sword, he had never expected Ranboo to do something like this; but then he realized, Ranboo's hand that was normally fully white, only had a sliver of white left on it.

"Woah woah- W-what's going on buddy?" Quackity spoke in an anxious tone, attempting to find a way to get him out of this situation safely.

"Ranboo's just trying to become friends with you! Like you did with me!" Slimecicle smiled brightly, explaining it as the extremely wrong situation due to his lack of knowledge on the topic. "Next he'll put you in a hole for over 24 hours!" He was, let's just say, oblivious.

"No- Guy, he's trying to kil-" Quackity's sentance was cut short as a small slice was made on his cheekbone, a droplet of blood rolling down his cheek, then dropping onto his shirt. He then was kicked to the ground, landing on his side with a painful grunt, then a groan. "What the hell man?" He spoke aggressively, doing a poor job of covering the fear laced in his voice and body language.

"Ranboo, my friend, you're being pretty violent here!" Slime laughed nervously, now realizing that maybe this wasn't Ranboo trying to be Quackity's friend.

"No. He deserves this, I'm sure of it." Ranboo spoke loudly and confidently, saying the first coherent words since turning into this state. Ranboo Grabbed Quackity by the back of the shirt, yanking him up to a unsteady stand. "Remember the festival? The one where you and Jschlatt made Technoblade blow Tubbo up with a firework?" Ranboo spoke with venom laced in his words, each word his tone getting angrier.

Quackity's eyes widened at what Ranboo had said, suddenly scared of what may happen to him. "W-What are you hinting at?" He tried to look over at Ranboo, but the grip on the back of his shirt never haltered.

Ranboo kicked at the glass pane acting as a barrier at the edge of the tower, a large portion shattering after a few kicks. Ranboo then dragged Quackity over to be leaning slightly off the edge, holding him up from falling. "You see down there? You're in luck, you'll never hit the floor, at least on this life." A sinister grin appeared on his face, he wasn't acting like himself anymore.

Slime walked over to Ranboo. "Ranboo, I don't think Quackity will bounce,," He had a worried expression on his face, his voice slightly trembling and his tone showing his anxiety.

"Don't worry Guy, he wont feel a thing." Ranboo smiled, looking over at Slime as he spoke.

Ranboo then placed his sword into his inventory, taking out a crossbow loaded with fireworks Techno let him borrow. It was named, "Subscribe to Technoblade". Ranboo pulled Quackity back some to where he could stand without falling if Ranboo let go.

Quackity let out a quiet sigh of relief as he felt Ranboo let go of the back of his shirt, but as he turned around he realized he shouldn't be relieved. Ranboo raised his left leg and kicked Quackity's stomach, sending him flying off of the edge of the tower. Ranboo then loaded the crossbow, aiming it down at Quackity and shooting.

As Ranboo entered Micheal's room, he saw Tubbo and Micheal cuddling on Micheal's bed, the goat/sheep hybrid nearly falling off the bed, yet was sound asleep. Ranboo smiled softly at his family, leaning down and kissing Micheal on the head before picking the two boys up and walking towards his and Tubbo's shared room, he was too tired to change out his bloodied suit, hopefully Tubbo wouldn't be too mad in the morning.