#g!ranboo

[razberrypuck]

something something chat trying to tie the vote (and doing so very successfully) until g!ranboo started begging to be put out of his misery. how quickly the votes shifted to comply because keeping him alive and trapped on that fucking show against his will would be infinitely more cruel.

[mads-is-tired]

Ranboo saving Charlie while he was streaming is the direct reason Charlie died I'm not okay

Ranboo said in their stream today that there were two choices that he actively made without the audience's input. One was choosing the security code on his own, and choosing to save Charlie from the brainwashing. Obviously using the wrong code stuffed it all up (which released the wire monster) but they said that because of the time it took to pull Charlie out, by the time they reached the doors the showfall media employees were locking them. Which eventually leads to both Ranboo and Charlie's deaths, and almost mirrors the final choice of episode three, choosing to live but be under showfall's control forever, or to die, only it hadn't been realised yet. 

also SNEEG!!! The poor guy tried to get out and get help again but never made it, and died alone (because of Ranboo’s choice, ouch). While showfall probably wouldn't have allowed it but a storyline where he did make it out would be insanely cool. 

Another thing, while the theory that showfall kidnapped Charlie as a kid and raised him to be their entertainer is very cool and has a lot of potential, I don't think that's the way the story would go. Showfall was(is??) going to use Ranboo until he no longer had any use to them, like all of the other actors, combined with sneeg's death suggests that raising a child and creating a whole personality and audience for slimecicle would be overly complex when they could just take people who have already done the work for them. The slimecicle channel is canon to the genloss universe now, and they likely would have had Charlie continue to stream to keep up appearances like he's not missing. Also, when ranboo finds all the streamers he recognises Charlie by name, suggesting they knew each other before showfall got to them, because iirc the name Charlie is never used in episode 1 or 2. And there is surely enough history between the two for Ranboo to want to save him, but recognises that he can't save everyone. That or he just felt bad for ripping the man's guts out. 

Anyway, I have Too Many Thoughts about Generation Loss and desperately want to know if Charlie and Sneeg are dead dead or if they'll be coming back for more generations because they were both so good in this series.

[mayrine]

[erm-you-see]

My gen loss “fish inside a birdcage” animatic!

[meteor-moon]

ranboo "the hero"

[bitter-goodbyes]

I absolutely love how those few seconds without the filter has made us question everything

All the slime in the first episode, was it really slime? Or was it gore? What about Frank? Is he a prop? Is he a real skeleton or a rotting corpse? That slime-spaghetti Charlie ate, what it really spaghetti? Or was it more gore?

What can we trust? Who can we trust?

We have to be on guard about everything we’ve seen. We don’t know if what we see is real. We don’t know what’s been filtered. We can guess, but we aren’t sure.

[owentheworm]

Happy Pride Month Generation Loss fans! I made some pride themed pfps for you guys! I hope you like them!!

[noctus-le-failure]

Ranboo study go burrrrrrrrr

Og image btw

[mishiru228]

I ADORE THE GEN LOSS HELP MEEEE DKDJIXJXXJUXJXH

[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

[strawburrym1lk]

[artsyreower]

WHAT THE HECK IS GENERATION LOSS AND WHY AM I HEARING ABOUT THIS ONLY NOW

[sexy-raccoons]

okay but that’s such a cool mask like actually it goes so hard

[brick-a-doodle-do]

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: 2519

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 Technoblade 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 Technoblade'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 Technoblade and old man Phil’s cabin, 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 to be in 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, (And his flaunting his excitement of the fact). 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 lightning seemingly having passed already, the only applicable features of the storm remaining being the strong rain and the surprisingly aggressive 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 while he spins 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.

“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 tuft is extending from the forest and into the clearing, rising high above them before, strangely prehensile as it curls 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 him as he trails after Micheal 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 while re-entering 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 calls up, watching from the shadows as Micheal is lifted effortlessly into Ranboo's two-finger hold, dangling him in open air, infuriatingly oblivious to his panic and sobs. 

Tubbo’s heart sinks when he watches through another streak of lightning illumates the forest around them, 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. 

—–—

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Intergalactic Abductees: Tubbo (1)

Word Count: 1,016

TW's: Unintentional Fearplay, Intentional Fearplay, Violence, Injury, Mentions of Abduction, Fear of Death, Profanity, Referring To A Person As An "It"

Characters: C!Ranboo, C!Tubbo

Summary: Tubbo is surrounded by aliens that don't speak his language and are intent on doing away with him. To make matters worse, he's been thrown to a cell with yet another bizarre creature. But maybe this one's different.

Giant aliens, giant aliens, giant aliens, giant aliens, giant aliens, giant-

Hours spent fearing for his life had left Tubbo utterly exhausted. In lieu of terror, awkwardness had begun to settle in. The black and white creature seemed intent on remaining silent. Even if it did talk, Tubbo was willing to bet that it didn't speak English.

If the other aliens weren't such dicks to him, Tubbo might have assumed he was one of them. Sure, it didn't look like the demonic beasts that dragged him off-planet but he didn't really have a big frame of reference when it came to these guys. All he knew was that anything that big with that many predatory attributes couldn't possibly be friendly.

But this one was curious.

In all the time he'd spent sitting on the floor across from it, the monster with short antlers hadn't so much as made a move for him. If anything it, it seemed to scooch a little further into the corner every time Tubbo so much as glanced in its direction.

Sometimes Tubbo could feel its dual-toned eyes on him but every time he tried to meet its gaze, the alien's attention would snap elsewhere, wiry tail wrapping tighter around its ankle.

No matter how tired he was, he couldn't allow himself to nod off. Not when this thing could pull a 180 on him at any second. And yet, the lull of sleep was calling to him. His head bobbed as the weight of exhaustion hung heavy on him.

He got no warning before vertigo took hold of him. He let out a strangled gasp as he was unceremoniously flung across the floor. Warmth prickled against his skin. Dumbfounded, all he could do was stare at the leathery tail coiled around his waist. The alien didn't so much as spare him a glance, keeping Tubbo trapped in its shadow.

He never got the chance to so much as try to escape before the metal door slid open. The blood drained from his face. He held his breath as footsteps shook the floor with an eerily steady rhythm. A voice like nails on a chalkboard barked out a phrase in the same, grating language all of those giant creatures seemed to speak.

The being in front of him blocked Tubbo's view of the visitors but he didn't need to see them to know these were the same creatures that had taken him away in the first place.

The black and white alien mumbled something Tubbo didn't understand. Though its voice was raw, it somehow had the smoothest cadence of anyone he had yet to encounter. He opted to remain silent as they exchanged words. It wasn't long before one of the newcomers let out a hardy laugh.

There was a splash followed by a whining hiss, the tail tightening around Tubbo to a nearly painful degree before loosening a touch. As though it had abruptly remembered he was there.

The unwelcome guests laughed once more before the door slammed shut. There was a brief pause before the tail went slack all at once. Tubbo took the opportunity to escape from the corner. Even as the creature's pointed ears twitched to follow his every move, it made no attempts to grab him.

It seemed too preoccupied holding trembling hands to its face. Whisps of curly, white steam leaked from between its fingers. A muffled cry of pain brought a strange twinge of pain to Tubbo's chest. A shallow dish of liquid had been left on the floor.

Was that what had hurt him? Tubbo's curiosity got the best of him. He slowly approached the dish. Odorless and crystal clear. He tapped a pinky to its surface, expecting some sort of excruciating pain or for his skin to melt right off the bone.

But there was nothing.

The creature gradually lowered its hands. Splatters of navy blue painted the thin sheen of fur on its face. Upon finding Tubbo perched on the edge of the dish, it let out a sharp gasp. A hesitant hand stained with the same blue markings reached for him.

Tubbo gathered a scoop of the liquid in cupped hands, ignoring the alien's chirp of distress.

He took a wary sip. Water. The stuff was just water. He took in a few much needed swallows. It took all his willpower not to dive in and drain the whole bowl. He hadn't had a drink since he'd been taken. Prime knows how long ago that was.

He slid off the dish to find the alien staring at him in a mix of abject horror and astonishment. Tubbo took a step towards it and it immediately scrambled backwards, pressing itself flat against the wall.

Tubbo paused in confusion. Fearful, mismatched eyes darted back and forth between his face and his hands. He hesitated before wiping his hands on the pants of his ragged uniform before holding them up placatingly.

The alien didn't seem all too trusting but cautiously eased back into its original sitting position.

Tubbo approached it carefully with his hands in plain view. The ragged rise and fall of the creature's chest had plateaued as its breathing grew steady. Tubbo watched it carefully as he stood inches away from it. Right within reach. It still didn't try to swipe at him.

It had gone stiff as a stature. Like Tubbo had Medusa's gaze. The instant he reached for its hand, the creature yanked its hand back flush against its chest. Its eyes went wide in alarm. The human let out an incredulous scoff.

"And here I was thinking you were going to kill me," he mumbled. The creature only tilted its head like a confused puppy. "You're just a softie."

Perhaps there had been an unspoken truce between them since he'd been thrown into that tiny cell but this creature had gone through the effort to keep him out of the others' lines of sight.

Maybe Tubbo's death wasn't as set in stone as he thought. Of course, he didn't expect this thing to protect him forever but for the time being, this arrangement might just work out in his favor.

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This au is gigantic (no pun intended) I'm praying y'all like it because I have so much content to post from it.

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