#like there's more of it's kind

[piecanl]

nim... do u have any theory for qtubbo backstory or tubbo lore in general ? peeposhy

oh do I have the lore drop for you........

so first of all, credit where credit is due:

This is all very HEAVILY inspired by these two fics, please give them a read! The world building and storytelling is very elaborate and I cannot recommend it enough!!!!!!!!!

ok now to the theories I have:

Tubbo is Iskall and the Captain's son and grew up in Vaults, and because of the Captain he's an ender dragon just like him! (basically just read the first few chapters of the first link for more context because it's straight up what I hc as his creation)

His dads alongside other VH members teach him everything he knows about create and other related mods! While growing up he also gets closer to 5up and CPK because of their smaller age difference than with others on the server.

One day while on an End expedition with them both, Tubbo ends up wandering off deeper on his own. This leads to him getting lost in the void.

Thing is, because he is a dragon, he doesnt die in it like others would, so he just falls deeper and deeper in it,,,, until he ends up in a whole new place he doesnt recognize.

Where he ends up is a lush field and what he's greeted with is curious people in white coats. Despite his better judgement, he ends up following them out of curiosity.

Soon enough he has to deal with needles and arm restraints on a daily basis. That is, until he shows interest in his surroundings, particularly all the machinery. So the coated figures give him the means to create all he desires, studying from behind.

He is smart, really smart. Smart to the point of being put off of the medical procedures and onto the field. He creates factories, he helps develop better tools for the other scientists around him, and he climbs the ranks.

Tubbo becomes a respectable member of the Federation, having brains equal to his witty quips. But respect in the field came with a prize.

With his position he received more and information, a lot of it unsavory, a lot of which he had to keep his mouth shut on. Confidentiality was key.

Or it was, until he saw the kids. It was no secret the young scientist had a soft spot for kids, often being seen helping them with evaluations and lessons on their math, never ever raising his voice at them and patiently guiding them through problems. And when he sees all the kids? He breaks.

He joins a secret comity of Federation rebels, all conspiring on ways to take their employers down.

And yet despite their efforts to keep it secret, someone leaks.

There's no mercy for them, animalistic experiments, cruel treatment by their captures and a soon to be executed death sentence. Except the sentence never comes. They're too important, too powerful. So they're frozen, to be brainwashed and reused in the future.

The time comes when they're freed from their prison and introduced to others, relationships and bonds quickly form. And the rest is history

Bonus idea: CPK and 5up never gave up looking for Tubbo. As soon as he vanished they gathered everyone they could to scour the end, it for obvious to us reasons, yielded no results. Eventually though, years later, they got a lead in the form of an invitation. An invitation to a death game. Callum decided he was the one that was going to join.

[redstonedust]

yknow AI art has ruined an entire genre of painting to me, i saw one of those smooth anime-realism pieces and immidiately thought ''ugh, AI art'' until i noticed it was posted by an established deviantart user 6 years ago. like ive never been a huge fan of that genre but it looks like a pretty difficult style to master and i feel bad for the artists who specialized in anime-realism only to have their entire market jacked by people typing keywords into midjourney.

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[tariah23]

White people are miserable, racist losers period. They’ve even been getting mad at Japanese people for correcting them about Yasuke as well.

[phantomrose96]

My sort of maybe embarrassing “late to the game” thing I’m learning now is how to tell if oil has gone bad.

I feel like most other foods have obvious visual tells like mold or they end up smelling foul and obviously bad. But I was googling about oil and the internet says “if it smells like crayons, it’s bad” which would not have been my first guess. And I tested it out on my somewhat old sesame oil and was like “by god, I would describe this as smelling like crayons”

Anyway protip if your old oil smells kinda like crayons it’s probably no good 🖍️

[hinamie]

10 years later

[possessable]

Hello i'm a normal person here's some stuff i drew to illustrate different traits different "person getting controlled" tropes can have

edit: obligatory possession shorthand code link because people seem to be using this like the possession code but just. without the code part

edit: DO NOT BE HORNY ON MY POST 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[astearisms]

catalysts, protectors

[bookshelfpassageway]

yknow i dont go here but sometimes i gotta go: seriously respect clowns. they have the worst pop culture representation in the world and also the best most thorough honor code. they're just here to be silly little guys who bring joy and are very conscientious about doing so responsibly. let them to their merriment in peace you dont hafta take potshots. i dont go here but like maybe i should, you all seem super chill

[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

[liimonadas]

randomly rememebered a very silly maya content creator AU i came up with like 2 years ago. its just dumb fun haha

[ruushes]

companions re-classed pt 1 - karlach 🔥❤️‍🔥💪

[secondbeatsongs]

for anyone too young to know this: watching The Truman Show is a vastly different experience now, compared to how it was before youtube and social media influencers became normal

before it was like, "what a horrifying thing to do to a human being! to take away their autonomy and privacy, all for the sake of profits! to create fake scenarios for them to react to, just to retain viewership! to ruin their happiness just so some corporate entity could harvest money from their very humanity! how could anyone do something so evil?"

and now it's like, "ah, yeah. this is still deeply fucked up, but it's pretty much what every influencer has been doing to their kids for a decade now. probably bad that we've normalized this experience"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[ionomycin]

Mother of Pearl