#qsmp tubbo pov

[kaytrawrites]

QSMP - three little eggs under starry feathers

Summary in which Tubbo puts Tallulah, Chayanne and Sunny to bed at the Minecraft-Sinfonia residence. and Phil's dead asleep the entire time.

Notes yes, Sunny wears a silk bonnet to sleep. they take good care of their coily hair thank you very much. and yes the Minecraft-Sinfonia household sleeps on Japanese style futon beds. they are comfy and can be put away easily when not in use.

there is also a lil follow-up: QSMP - the little inventor returns to the nest

---

Tubbo gently kissed Sunny’s forehead as they cuddled under one of the Minecraft-Sinfonia Family’s extra quilts Chayanne had happily supplied for them. It was thick and cozy, and smelt faintly of sunshine and spring. “Good night Sunshine…” Tubbo said softly, patting Sunny’s silk bonnet. “And good night to you too, Chayanne, Tallulah.”

Tallulah grinned at her godfather. She grabbed one of her magenta signs and placed it. “you are still invited to stay the night godfather”

Tubbo smiled and crawled over Sunny’s futon mattress to where Tallulah was laying. “Nah. I'm alright. I’ve got stuff I want to work on.” He leaned forward and gave Tallulah a quick kiss on her loose brown curls. “I’ll see you three in the morning.”

He turned to where Chayanne was shuffling with his deeply asleep dad. Phil was laying on his stomach, his wings loosely tucked against his back, held in place by his own thick quilt. The avian man didn’t even stir when Tubbo climbed over his legs to give Chayanne a sneaky kiss. “Good night Chayanne.” Tubbo said.

Chayanne paused his fussing and leaned into his godfather, giving him a quick hug. “Goodnight” The older egg signed, before returning to messing with his dad’s wings.

Tubbo crawled off the line of futon mattresses, and stood. 

Chayanne gently unfolded one of Phil’s wings, letting it fall over where Tallulah and Sunny were giggling. Tallulah, well used to her papa’s wings being an extra blanket at night, settled it comfortably over herself and Sunny. Sunny slowly reached out and touched the dark feathers, a small sound of awe escaping them.

Tubbo wanted nothing more than to crawl into the cuddle pile with everyone, under those star speckled feathers, but he did have shit he wanted to work on.

Chayanne settled Phil’s other wing over his own quilt, snuggling down.

Tallulah cuddled a little closer to Phil, and grabbed Sunny’s hand to pull them close when they hesitated to follow suit.

Tubbo smiled at seeing the orange-gold silk bonnet, the loose brown curls and the two golden heads all cuddled closely together. He grabbed his camera from his hip pouch (It’s not a fucking fanny pack. shut the fuck up), and snapped a picture of the sight. It was always a healing occurrence to see the older avian cuddle with the eggs. Well, it was a comfort to be under his wings, full stop.

Maybe when Tubbo was done with the shit he had planned, he would come back and cuddle under those star speckled wings too…

He left a copy of the picture he took on the kitchen counter for Phil to see in the morning, tucking the original into his hip pouch to join the sheaf of other pictures of his beloved daughter and godchildren.

[qsmpbutwithsignlanguage]

LMFAO, Slimecicle was giving a speech about how genuinely great he thinks the QSMP has been, and how much it has done for him, and while he's saying, "And it has profoundly changed my life in terms of the people I've been able to meet and the experiences I've been able to have," Tubbo is screaming, "We're a cult! We're a cult!" At the top of his lungs while watching the stream. I'm obsessed with this server, I need to study everyone in it like a bug.

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: How did they get me?!

Fit: We're roommates!

Tubbo: No we're not.

Fit: Yeah, they just moved- they keep moving my fcking cell! This is the third time this has happened.

Tubbo: I don't want to be roommates with you! I know what happened to your last fcking roommate. Oh god...

Fit: [Laughs]

Tubbo: That is- DON'T LAUGH LIKE THAT, WTF! Get me out of here, get me out of here!

[cellgatinbo]

the two times tubbo almost told fit and pac to kill themselves and the one time he did (kind of)

[qtubbo]

춘식: It’s very festive! Carnival!!!

Tubbo: ‘It’s very festive carn-‘ YEAH you’re enjoying it! Hell yeah bro! Hell Yeah! -what’s this? Oh thank you for the lily of the valley Bingle

Tubbo: I’m glad you’re enjoying it boss! I’m sure your father will be around soon!- Sunny what’s up? *Sunny hits him* Ow my feelings ‘Someone stole my diamonds’ I think that’s part of the game.

춘식: I miss him D:

Tubbo: aww mate, I’m sure he’ll be here, I’m sure he’ll be here in no time. He’s off being his crocodile self forging in the swamps for tasty treats, I don’t know what crocodiles do BUT I’m sure he’ll be back soon. *춘식 bounces* YEAH..! yeah..!

[wellthatschaotic]

qbad and qtubbo both died and came back but tubbo came back full of anger and bad came back full of whimsy

[huitandahalf]

I know that we got plenty of options as to how everything with the Ender King is going to go down, but a thought that has not left my mind was the idea of the Ender King downing qPhil in some way and taking him away. Which means there would be a chat message for all to see :)

For example :)

[svtskneecaps]

see everyone worried and fretted and panicked and yet quesadilla island looked at pepito and went

[pinketine]

Ok, so. Gathered my thoughts a bit, but things are still a bit word salady, and I wanted to talk about how this stream shows how much trust and emotional attachtment Tubbo has in Fred.

Like, it's obvious that Tubbo is emotionally attached to Fred, has been for a while now, but the dejection when Fred didn't show up to the date? It's getting more and more and more noticable that Tubbo has a habit of softening his voice when Fred is involved, as first seen with him warning Fred to stay away from Pierre. And now we have a second example with how melancholy he sounded, as he wandered around, holding the flower he was going to give Fred.

(Side note, I find it so symptomatic of their influence on each other that Fred was holding the flower Tubbo gave him for comfort. They've changed each other so much.)

And something both me and Alto @alt0stratuscloud noticed on vc, is that Tubbo was never angry at Fred. He was sad, and confused, but never expressed actual anger at Fred for supposedly standing up. Which lines up with his earlier claims that if Fred was evil, he would be as well. He just can't bring himself to have a negative view of them.

And then Quackity tries to make Tubbo lose trust in Fred, and it just simply doesn't work. Not only can Tubbo not have a negative view of Fred, he knows her too well to believe Quackity. He knows Fred's handwriting and writing style, knows that Fred wouldn't do that to him and that he can't trust almost anyone that isn't Fred.

So it's a good set up for Tubbo trying to find Fred (which he really did, just being a bit too late). He promised to protect them, and they still have a date to go on.

[haloberry]

Ya’ll sometimes wanna cry thinking about how Fred was most likely kidnapped at spawn waiting for Tubbo?

That during the interrogation, if he didn’t have Tubbo’s flower, he had a signed book in his off hand? Meaning he probably got Tubbo’s response to the date and was waiting for him at spawn like last time?

And that while Tubbo was waiting at his house, Fred was waiting at spawn and got kidnapped. Meaning now for at least a week he’s has only a wilting flower and a book with “Dearest Fred” to re-read until he hopefully gets saved?

Yeah, what a lovely thing to think about..

[kaytrawrites]

QSMP - the little inventor returns to the nest

Summary in which Tubbo, in his post-death addled state, joins his sunshine under a warm blanket of stars

Notes this is a follow-up to this fic: QSMP - three little eggs under starry feathers all the props to @piecanl for putting this idea in my head :D

---

Tubbo lay on his back, his eyes unfocusing. High above, the night sky was like glittering velvet, the stars twinkling in and out as his vision darkened. 

The cold was spreading from his back across his body.

The night was warm.

He was cold.

So, this is what dying is like…

It’s a funny feeling…

Did Empanada feel this way all that time ago?

Tubbo’s vision blurred, his mind turning to the little girl he cared for so deeply. 

His sunshine.

His golden girl.

Who he would do anything for.

Who was safe.

She was safe.

It was funny.

They were both under a blanket of stars right now.

She was safely with Philza.

And Tubbo was here.

Dying.

He should have taken up Tallulah’s invitation to stay the night.

He should be under those star speckled wings with Sunny.

Not here.

Not dying.

His vision went fully dark, and the DOOM of death rang in his ears.

Tubbo’s eyesight cleared slowly, the federation mall greeting him. His chest was still cold. Not as cold as earlier. But the cold still hurt.

He could barely focus as he stumbled… somewhere. His heart was freezing. Yet still beat.

The sky above was speckled with stars.

Familiar patterns, slightly askew.

Ah. Water.

He splashed through the water, crossing it. The water was cold. Not as cold as he.

Tubbo stood on damp sand, staring up at the building before him. The top of the roof shone like a star had fallen from the sky and affixed itself there. The windows were dark, the inhabitants deeply asleep.

Tubbo wanted nothing more than to enter.

But he felt he didn’t deserve to…

Traitorous feet! He ascended the staircase to the front porch, and slid open the front door. 

Oh. Someone was awake.

The faint rustling of feathers greeted the shivering young man.

“Toby?” The tired voice of Phil asked.

Tubbo stood in the doorway, not daring to enter, but his feet refused to leave.

“Tubbo, you are dripping wet.” Phil approached, and held out a hand.

Tubbo’s traitorous hand reached out and took Phil’s offering, and his traitorous feet let him enter the cozy building.

“Let’s get these wet clothes off you…” Phil said, guiding the young inventor to a chair by the oven. Tubbo’s shaking hands were no help, so Phil had to unbutton his shirt.

Tubbo hated it. He was a whole adult! He hated being treated like a child.

Phil paused, then turned and grabbed a large fluffy towel from a shelf. He dropped it around Tubbo’s shaking shoulders. “Come on mate.” He turned to the oven, shoving in a few pieces of firewood to warm the area a little more. “Keep that tucked around you. Then you can get changed.” He patted the folded pajamas he had grabbed. They were green and looked far more comfortable than the wet clothes that Tubbo still wore.

Slowly Tubbo stopped shivering, and he started to slide his shirt off, leaving just his undershirt. Phil stood, and turned to organizing chests while Tubbo changed. Eventually, Tubbo’s wet clothes were in a pile on the floor, he had weakly toweled off the damp, and the pajamas were on. They were a similar style to Phil’s own, being loose knee length pants, and a lower-hip length short sleeved shirt that crossed in the front and tied at the waist. Somewhere in Tubbo’s post-death and cold-addled brain, the word Jinbei seemed to be right, but again. His brain was addled from the death and the cold water.

Phil chuckled, and led the younger man to the line of futons on the floor where the three little eggs were asleep. Sunny was cuddled into Tallulah’s back, almost entirely on the same futon. Tubbo dropped to his knees beside his little daughter, the futon soft and inviting. 

Phil turned, his wings rustling, and he lifted another quilt down from where the household stored their extra quilts. 

Tubbo flopped over behind his daughter, his hand starting to reach for her, but he forced it to stop. Did he really deserve to be her dad if he failed this badly?

The thick quilt settled around him, the scent of sunshine and spring filled his senses.

Phil dropped down to his usual sleeping space, spreading his wings to cover the three eggs and the young man.

The blanket of stars settled over him.

It was warm.

His daughter was warm.

She was safe.

He was safe.

Tubbo lay on his back, his eyes unfocusing. Just above, the feathers were like glittering velvet, stars twinkling in and out as his vision darkened into comforting sleep. 

[shikai-the-storyteller]

CUTE...

[royalarchivist]

Phil: I can fetch you cheese, hold on, lemme just say this before I go– and it definitely will not annoy you at all– what if you guys went on a date together flying through the sky?

Pac: Wow, that would be magical! Do you think I can manage to do something to make Fit fly as well?

Tubbo: Every second I lose the will to live a little bit more.

[Phil and Pac laugh]

Tubbo: I wish Sunny never brought me back into this world. Hell was better than this.

[seariii]

I love Sunny telling everyone she meets Tubbo hit her

I love Sunny asking Tubbo for money

I love Sunny being sassy and a little shit

I love Sunny she is so cute

[qtubbo]

Tubbo suggests that he adopts Ramon so he can have create, I love Fit’s face of realization that yeah technically that would work, though why was his first thought marriage???

[chayannesegg]

You broke down the Pierre and tubbo relationship perfectly!

It's honestly weird as someone who watches both how people can feel that Pierre doesn't care for tubbo, he does, he's just an annoying guy constantly/pos

Pierre told sunny to watch over tubbo, he wants the guy to be safe, and makes fun of him cause he does that too everyone he favors.

Meanwhile tubbo is taking this as world most annoying rivalry fhxgjxykd

haha thanks

i mean tbf pierre's vods are sub-restricted so it's hard to get his POV if you aren't paying attention, but like pierre so clearly loves tubbo lmao

he has no idea that tubbo is taking his actions as part of a broader pattern of disrespect to him (and honestly would NOT know how to show his affection otherwise)

it's kinda similar to how etoiles doesn't get why tubbo cares so much about what etoiles thinks of his money-making schemes imo. both etoiles and pierre have a shit-talking teasing relationship with tubbo but don't quite see how sensitive he can still be even if he participates in it (men lol). tho tubbo definitely cares more about etoiles' perception of him than pierre's.

anyway mild angst aside (i just can't help myself), pierre and tubbo's relationship is so funny and honestly quite sweet. i love seeing them interact