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[koreanbibliophilegirl]

Made incorrect quotes for Temporal Transcendence(WIP). Why am I so obsessed with incorrect quotes.

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Wilbur: You love me, right, Tommy?

Tommy: Normally, I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it.

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Tommy: This is such a bad idea.

Wilbur: Then why are you coming along?

Tommy: One of us needs to be able to talk the other Mages out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

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Techno: Here's some advice.

Dave the Blood God: I didn't ask for any.

Techno(been a statue for a whole century now): Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who can hear me.

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Young Tommy: You saved me. I owe you my life.

Techno: No thanks. I've seen it and I'm not very impressed.

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Techno: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.

Wilbur: You need to stop.

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Tommy: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

The Time Mages: Wasn't Supreme Time Mage Jacobs with you?

Karl: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Wilbur: HELP! I TOLD TECHNO I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Phil, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

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Wilbur: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Tommy: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Wilbur: Yes!

Techno: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

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Tommy: *Screams*

Sapnap: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Wilbur: Should we do something?

Karl: No, I want to see who wins.

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Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Phil: Shit.

Techno: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Tommy: OH MY GOD WILBUR FELL OFF!!!

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Quackity, a Time Mage, about Tommy: Apparently we're getting someone new in the group.

Sapnap: Are we stealing them?

Karl: New or used?

Quackity: Wonderful responses, both of you.

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Techno: Bianca, I'm sad.

Bianca Nihachu: *Holds out arms for a hug* It's going to be okay.

Tommy: Bo, I'm sad.

Bo Underscore, nodding: mood.

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Karl: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Tommy: You and me!!!

Karl, tearing up: Okay.

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Wilbur: I turned out perfectly fine!

Tommy: Wilbur, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast.

Wilbur: I DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

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Phil: Hey, you want some leftovers?

Techno: What's that?

Phil: You've never had leftovers???

Techno(grew up poor): No, because I'm not a quitter.

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Tubbo: On a scale from "damn Daniel" to "fre sha vaca do", how are you feeling?

Ranboo: In between "it's an avocado, thanks" and "how did you defeat Captain America", but as a solid answer I would say "I don't need a degree to be a clothing hanger". How about you, Tommy?

Tommy: Probably "road work ahead".

Techno: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

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(These are for the sequel if I ever get around to it)

Wilbur, pretending to be General Soot of L'Manburg: What's up guys? I'm back.

Nemesis Nihachu: What the- you can't be here. You're dead. I literally saw you die.

Wilbur, sweating: Death is a social construct.

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Tommy: You have to apologize to General Soot.

Wilbur: Fine.

Wilbur: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

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General Soot: I really like this whole 'good guy, bad guy' thing you guys have going on.

Wilbur: It's not an act, it's just that I'm mean and Tommy isn't.

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Wilbur: I think we're missing something.

Tommy: Teamwork?

Techno: Cohesion?

Nemesis: A general sense of what we're doing?

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Tommy: Have you seen a person named 'Technoblade' around here?

Antarctic Empire Citizen: Ugh, yes. He made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Tommy: It looks fine to me?

Citizen: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

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General Soot: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Tommy: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Tobias: I got distracted about halfway through.

Nemesis: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Techno: Why is Wilbur so sad?

Tommy: He took one of those "Which L'Manburg-Era Historical Figure Are You?" quizzes.

Techno: And...?

Tommy: He got General Soot.

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Tommy: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

General Soot: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

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General Soot, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.

Tobias: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!

Soot, with the tone of someone who is used to Tobias: Outstanding.

Soot: This is what I’m talking about people.

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Wilbur: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you.

General Soot: 10 times 0 is still 0 though.

Wilbur: Joke's on you, I can't do math.

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Tommy: Just be yourself.

Wilbur: 'Be myself'? Tommy, I have one day to win the L'Manburg soldiers over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Tommy: Couple weeks.

Phil: Six months.

Techno: Jury's still out.

Wilbur: See, Tommy?

Wilbur: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

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General Soot: I'm an idiot.

Wilbur:

Tommy:

Nemesis:

Techno:

Soot:

Wilbur: If you're waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

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Nemesis: Whose turn is it to give the pep-talk?

Tommy: *sighing* "General Soot".

Wilbur, trying(and failing) to talk like Soot: Fuck shit up out there, but don't die.

Tobias: *wiping away a tear* So inspirational.

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

no more kisses ever? then I guess Tubbo will have to have HIS favorite kinds of physical affection revoked.

well, Tubbo isn't getting any more cuddles. And I'm not spooning him when we sleep anymore.

I'm sorry bo is being so mean to you love ☹️☹️

I'll make you for it though!!! I love giving you affection :))

– Ranboo.

I’m going to put up flyers around las Nevadas saying Tubbo Underscore Nevadas is a cruel and evil partner who refuses to provide kisses 💔💔 and then steal from businesses until I get boyfriend kissing privileges back 💔💔

YIPPEEE 🥰🥰🥰 i do love YOUR kisses too :) thank you ❤️❤️❤️ you will not go on the Cruel and Evil Partner Flyer ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[uncovered-rpg]

❝ SPOTTED ❞ /// The Little Lamb who nearly became a high school dropout managed to snag a spot on campus ! I’m sure everyone’s thrilled to have null around . An unpredictable nuisance is just what this school needed , right ? The freshman known as Tubbo is infamous for his pranks — of the explosive vairety , of course . Hopefully , we’ll get lucky and she’ll shower before showing up to class . . . Or is that just wishful thinking on our part ? Regardless , we welcome you with open arms . Can’t wait to see what you do next !

[modernvetherature]

headcanon that michael is picking up bits of english, even if it’s just sounds, and he starts calling tommy something that vaguely sounds like “tom-bee” which ends up just being *snort*-bEE when he’s really excited and it took tubbo and ranboo awhile to figure out that whenever michael starts loudly going “BEE BEE BEE BEE” that he wants to see tommy

[booboipresents]

// Cupids arrow // Thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore //

Nothing good ever came out of a party. Sure, you got drunk, had a little fun. But for Ranboo? He didn't enjoy much of it; unless you counted the leaving part. So, being told to pick a name as he entered this spring party? It wasn't usual but he went ahead and did so. No panic was assured until he realized the fact you had TO KISS the person on your card. Mark certainly didn't go to college for the title of what, best smoocher? I guess the other college students had different ambitions.

He didn't have any big plans on actually completing this task. Well, until he saw who he'd have to go to smooch town with. Tobias, THE Tubbo. The one he'd met at high school and admired from a safe distance. Mark, in his stupid suit and abnormally sweaty palms wrecked his brain. "Should he?" I mean, null couldn't exactly blame him. It was his task, no?

The plan was to attend this exasperating party for a few limited hours for the sake of it, then leave as soon as possible. But kissing Tubbo? An opportunity served to Mark on a silver platter. So he decided to grab it, can you blame him?

Fast-paced walking, corroded thoughts filled with a cloud of confusion and doubt. There from a close distance he saw the enigma. Tubbo, he was right there. Would their playful and flirtatious banter remain the same after this? Hopefully so.

"Hey, uh. Sorry for this but y'know cupids arrow n stuff?" He patted null on the back before offering him a sympathetic smile. Soon, to be overcome by his right hand snaking around hive's waist to pull her in easily. Left-hand to be found caressing her cheek as he quickly planted a kiss on the lips.

It was gentle, he wanted to make hive feel as comfortable with this as possible. Soft touches and swift moves, it was like time froze.

[princessnotfound]

Congratulations @tubbo-bo-underscore & @xonikita for winning the title of Sovereigns! Love you both :] 💜

[aureatemedusa]

@tubbo-bo-underscore @xonikita

Congrats on the win <3 It was much deserved, even if it was stolen from me /j ;] Your matching outfits? Delicious, qué elegante

[drcxmlcss]

It Doesn’t Sound So Good To Me (It Never Sounded Good To Me!) // thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore & @princessnotfound

The air here is heavy with dust. Dream’s thankful for his little cloth mask; it makes breathing easier. Even then, he’s convinced they should leave. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling. Mildew stains the walls. Pipes leak god knows what. If that wasn’t reason enough to turn around, they passed by a broken mirror a few rooms back, rusty red staining the edges.

Why are they out here, again?

Eyes narrow at the people beside him. Tubbo. George. This wasn’t how he wanted to spend tonight. He would’ve preferred to roast marshmallows or play video games. But no. That wasn’t fun enough. It wasn’t exciting enough. Why not hunt some ghosts instead? What could possibly go wrong?

Everything, Dream decided. Everything could go wrong. The news had run a special on this hospital days ago. Sitting just at the edge of the city’s borders, it hadn’t been touched in years, let alone to house patients. Ghosts, however, were supposedly plentiful. The team even caught ‘paranormal activity’ on camera: flickering lights.

He’s sure there’s a logical explanation for it. That doesn’t, however, mean he’s interested in finding it.

“There’s nothing here,” he concludes, shining his flashlight at one of the room’s corners. Something small and fuzzy scurries away. Gross. “We should just—” He’s stopped by the sudden sound of thunder. Every muscle in his body tenses up and he almost drops his flashlight. Quickly, he spins to the nearest window. It’s foggy, but he can still see outside. And…

Rain. Heavy droplets run down the glass. It intensifies way too quickly to be a normal storm. Nervously, Dream checks his phone, tapping open a weather alert. “It’s a cloudburst,” he says with a sigh. “There might be mudslides, too.” They need to stay indoors until the rain moves on, but… Dream looks up from his phone. Is it really safer in this place than it is outside?

[s4turns-r1ngs]

DSMP - Spoiled

Summary: In hindsight, maybe it wasn't the best idea to kidnap their brother's child with whatever else is going on. Oh well, at least Michael gets some fun out of it.

Pronouns: they/them

Warnings: swearing, kidnapping (technically)

-> [a/n] - hey back at it again with the typing once more. tubbo is a goat hybrid (is that canon??), so that makes reader one too. reader is blue text and [n/n] is a nickname :] another thing: he/they c!ranboo <3 n e ways fuck the lore this is literally from months ago i just keep procrastinating lmao

-> p!c!tubbo + sibling!reader, p!michael (underscore-beloved) + reader, little bit of p!c!ranboo + reader

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[y/n] shoves their hands further into their pockets as they walk through their brother's new country: snowchester. how the hell he manages to survive out here and not freeze his ass off is beyond them, but oh well. at least it looks nice here.

speaking of said brother, they notice him turn a corner up ahead. with a smile, they jog up to him.

"hey bo!" they say, slowing to a walk once they catch up.

tubbo jumps, not expecting the sudden shout. he turns his head and comes to a stop, looking at them with a widening smile. "oh! hello [n/n]! what are you doing here?"

[y/n] shrugs, swiping hair out from in front of their eyes and smiling mischievously. "oh, nothing really. just thought i'd visit my favourite brother in his new country."

"but aren't i your only brother?" tubbo asks, confusion evident on his face. "wouldn't that technically make me your least favourite brother as well?"

their smile widens. "exactly."

the brunet leans back in mock offense. "what the fuck, dude? my pride!"

there's a small pause before the two burst into laughter. tubbo begins walking and [y/n] follows not far behind, both of them still giggling. they begin talking about whatever crosses their minds, not really paying attention to where they're going.

"so, where's michael?" [y/n] questions, looking out over the partially frozen ocean. a gust of wind blows by, causing one of their ears to twitch subconsciously.

"oh! he usually stays inside ranboo and i's house, why?" their brother asked curiously, raising an eyebrow (although it was hard to tell behind all the hair he has in front of his eyes).

"just wondering. was thinking about stopping by to say hi soon, or something like that." tubbo thinks he can he pick up on something mischievous in their voice, but puts it off. he doesn't think anything too bad can happen.

"well, that's nice. maybe we can set up a day later this week to do that if you want."

[y/n] shakes their head, smiling as they turn their head back towards him. "nah, it's fine. i'll just message you if i want to."

"okay!" he smiles.

there's a door opening behind them, causing the two to turn around. ranboo quickly steps out and closes the door behind him.

"uh, hi." they say, quickly noticing the two siblings standing in front of him and smiles slightly. "nice to see you, [y/n]."

the mentioned smiles, shooting them a mock salute. "you too, mr. boo."

he huffs out a 'vroop', which they've come to recognize as a small laugh. "rhyming. nice."

they quickly turn to tubbo, smile dropping. "tubbo, we have to go neet up with quackity. he wants to talk to us about the outpost again."

"ah." [y/n] glances curiously (and with a little concern) between the two. "[y/n]-"

they're quick to cut him off. "nah, tubz, it's fine. i could easily stop by another time."

"are you sure?" he asks them, fiddling with his hands. "i wouldn't want to just leave you here."

"again, it's fine. i came by unannounced anyways. feel free to do whatever you need to do." they pause, before adding on: "just make sure to message me when you're done."

tubbo smiles, giving them a quick hug (which they return) and turning to ranboo, who shifts around nervously.

"alright, boss man, let's go."

they send a quick smile and wave to [y/n], who sends him back one in return. "we'll be off, then."

"see you later, guys."

the two walk off, and [y/n] glances at the top-most window of their house. maybe it wasn't the best idea, especially considering their something going on with an outpost, but the two would eventually get over it.

they shrug. oh well. it's now of never.

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okay, yeah, forget what they said earlier, this was the best idea they've ever had.

they snicker, walking out of the house with a tiny zombie-piglin on their back. tubbo (not ranboo, they never truly get mad at them for anything) was going to be pissed when he returned, so it was best to leave while they still had time.

michael was snorting happily as the two made their way down the path and towards [y/n]'s house, which, while it be a bit of a ways away, was a lot warmer.

"you think this was a good idea, michael?" [y/n] asks with a smile.

he chuffs happily before hugging them around the neck and pointing ahead of them. "alright, let's go then. if you don't tell bee, i might give you some of the cookies i made the other night."

he giggles before leaning on your shoulder.

eventually, you make your way back to your house, quietly placing the now sleeping michael on the couch before leaving to go find a few blankets and pillows for him. finding a few, you tuck michael in and sit down next to him with a small sigh.

you think you doze off at some point because the next thing you see when you open your eyes is michael curled up next to you, snoring softly. you look down at him with a smile before closing your eyes again; you needed the sleep anyway.

[erets-irenic-corner]

Another Thursday Afternoon with Tubbo

[With @tubbo-bo-underscore ]

Eret smiled as they read the messages from Tubbo, unable to help the quiet laugher that seemed to so easily spill from his lips whenever the friend in question was involved.

> Eret: Tubbo I'm mildly concerned about the light arson It was only a few moments before Eret got a response.

> Tubbo: And thank you very much :P I shall be on my way over, we don't talk how a bit of my hair is burnt

After the final message, Eret slid his phone back into his pocket, hands coming to rest on his camera that hung from his neck. The scene ahead of him was lovely--dark forest with light slanting through branches high above, creating angelic rays in beams. The shorter trees had twisted branches low enough to climb into, and a vines thick enough to support a person's weight hung from the sturdier limbs above.

The centerpiece of it all was an old concrete bench that had been reclaimed by the forest [Eret assumed it was partially because the walking trail he'd wandered off of wasn't as maintained as the rest of the forest] and small ivy vines were wrapping around its whiteish gray surface, clinging and rustling in the breeze.

But the part Eret liked the most, was the flowers that had grown around the base of the bench...most of them were weeds, but he didn't mind. And he knew Tubbo wouldn't, either.

It was almost habit, the way they called Tubbo each time they found a new spot to take photos in. The two had become close through photography--with Tubbo being the subject of it and Eret the photographer. Plus...Eret loved being around hive, enjoyed null's company. Always.

So he waited, carefully testing the strength of the vines hanging from the trees knowing Tubbo would try to swing on them, taking a few photos of the trees above and closeups of flowers, and exploring the forest a short ways ahead while he waited for Tubbo to arrive.

[michaels-two-dads]

Interrogation Room (Beeduo)

AKA If Tubbo won’t write Nuke Lore, I’ll do it myself.

“Tubbo.. why are we here?” Ranboo asked, “What is this place?”

Tubbo had led him to one of the gray towers outside of Snowchester. It was one that he had been working on lately, but it’d changed since the last time Ranboo had seen it. When he’d last seen it, the inside of the tower had been hollow. He hadn’t been sure exactly what its purpose was before, and to be honest, he hadn’t exactly been paying much attention at the time. Clearly, though, Tubbo had made some drastic changes in interior decorating.

The floors and ceiling were made of a mix of blackstone and obsidian, absorbing the flickering orange light of the lanterns that hung from chains above. The room as a whole was claustrophobic to the next degree, hardly large enough to fit the single table and two chairs that served as its only occupants.

Ranboo couldn’t help but be reminded of another room, one with hastily-written signs on the walls, a jukebox in the floor, and water dripping in through the ceiling. It wasn’t a pleasant thing to be reminded of.

“Have a seat, Ranboo.” Tubbo said.

Ranboo frowned. Tubbo hadn’t answered his question, and his tone of voice had taken on that toneless, hollow quality, the way it got when someone mentioned Technoblade, Schlatt, or Dream. Something was very wrong.

“Uh- okay?” Ranboo said. He hesitantly pulled out the closer chair and sat down.

Ranboo wasn’t used to feeling this uneasy with Tubbo- usually, it was everyone else that he felt uneasy around. His eyes tracked Tubbo as he made his way past Ranboo to the other side of the small room, taking a seat in the chair opposite to him.

He watched as Tubbo opened a small drawer on the side of the table and pulled out a piece of paper, placing it in front of Ranboo theatrically.

“What were you doing on this date at this time?” He asked.

Ranboo let out a laugh, unsure of how else to react as he looked at the piece of paper, “How am I supposed to know, Tubbo, I- Mining, probably?”

He searched Tubbo’s expression for a sign of whether he accepted that answer or not, but his husband offered nothing, expression staying blank.

“Check your memory book.” Tubbo said.

Ranboo blinked, “Uh, my memory book isn’t like a- like a diary. I don’t date my pages, and I don’t write in it every day. I just use it to.. to keep track of important things- things I need to remember.”

Tubbo tilted his head to the side, a crack in his cold facade as his curiosity showed through, “Like what?” He asked.

Ranboo tapped a claw on the surface of the table, “Major events.. Michael..” He paused, making eye contact with Tubbo, “..You.”

Tubbo flushed, kicking him in the shin underneath the table, causing Ranboo to yelp in pain, “Stop flirting with me.” He commanded.

Ranboo bit back a grin, “I wasn’t!”

“You were.” Tubbo shot back.

Ranboo let the grin spread across his face, resting his chin in his hand, “Well, maybe a little.”

Tubbo kicked him again, “Stop it! This is serious!”

Ranboo rose his eyebrows, “Is it?” He asked. “Because you still haven’t explained what’s happening.”

Just like that, the temporarily light-hearted tone dissipated. Tubbo sat up straighter in his chair, his hands moving to fiddle with the zipper on his coat. After several seconds of silence, he finally responded.

“The thing is, big man, that something.. something has happened. Something bad. And I.. I need to ask you a few questions about it, just in case.”

A thousand scenarios flashed through Ranboo’s head. Was everyone alright? Did someone get hurt? Had something happened to Tommy? Or Michael?

“Wha- Can I- Can I ask what it was that happened?”

Tubbo didn’t answer for a few seconds, “..Let’s just say..” He trailed off, then started again, “Let’s just say that something has gone missing- something very, very important, and something very, very dangerous.”

Dangerous? What on the server was dangerous that had to do with Tubbo? There was nothing that Ranboo could think of, except for-

“Wait, Tubbo, you’re not- You’re not talking about-“ Ranboo lowered his voice, “Tubbo, are you talking about the nukes?”

Tubbo’s expression shifted, and Ranboo’s eyes widened.

“Is one of the nuclear weapons missing?!” Ranboo asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew that the answer was yes.

“Be quiet!” Tubbo shouted.

Ranboo shrunk back a little, startled by the harshness in his husband’s voice.

“I’m the one who will be asking the questions here.” Tubbo said firmly.

“Alright, that’s fine, that’s fine.” Ranboo said. “Sorry- That’s my bad.”

Tubbo wavered for a moment, and then his expression softened a little, “It’s alright, big man.” He said softly. He cleared his throat, “The thing is, Ranboo, the thing is that when Jack Manifold and I left the object that I will call a ‘firework’, and when we came back to find that it was missing.. you were the only other person online.”

Ranboo frowned, “Wait.. you don’t.. you don’t think I took it, do you?”

He knew it was a stupid question. Of course Tubbo thought he took it. Why else would he be here? But something in him still had trouble believing it.

Tubbo wavered, “I.. I don’t..” He set his shoulders, “We have to explore all possibilities, Ranboo. There’s no other suspects left.”

“So you think I took your nuke.” Ranboo said.

“Firework.” Tubbo corrected. He formed the word strangely.

Ranboo averted his eyes downwards, “Right, sorry.”

There was a moment of tense silence, eventually broken by Tubbo.

“And I never said I thought you took it, I just said we have to consider all possibilities.”

Ranboo looked up, “So you don’t think I took it?” He asked hopefully.

Tubbo didn’t respond.

“..Tubbo?”

Tubbo looked him dead in the eyes, “Did you?”

“Of course not!” Ranboo responded automatically. His tail twitched nervously.

Had he taken the nuke? He liked to think that the answer was no. He liked to think that he wouldn’t do that- but what he hated was that he had no idea whether he had or not.

According to his memory book, his enderwalking self was motivated by stopping “conflict”. Nuclear weapons definitely fell under the realm of “conflict”. But even in his enderwalk state, would Ranboo really steal from his own husband?

Out of anyone in the server, Tubbo was probably the person that Ranboo trusted the most. Ranboo certainly trusted him more than himself. And though Ranboo would admit that he had never liked the nukes, he had always tolerated them, because Tubbo assured him that he would never use them, and he trusted his word.

However, the idea of his enderwalking self with that kind of power.. that was terrifying.

When Ranboo looked back up at Tubbo, he had to look away. His blue-gray eyes pierced right through him.

“You don��t seem very sure.” Tubbo stated.

Ranboo exhaled a sigh, shutting his eyes tightly as he hung his head. Tubbo knew him too well.

“I’m not sure.” Ranboo admitted softly. He felt a familiar feeling of guilt clawing into his chest.

Ranboo felt a hand over his own, and he opened his eyes to see Tubbo smiling at him with an earnest expression. “Come on, Ranboo. What possible reason would you have to steal it?”

“I.. I don’t know.” Ranboo said.

“Then why would you not be sure?”

“Because-“ Ranboo stopped, suddenly gripped by a sense of urgency. He moved his other hand to clasp onto Tubbo’s. “Tubbo..” He inhaled deeply, trying to find the right words, “There are things I’ve done that I.. regret. Things that I don’t remember doing.”

Tubbo frowned, “Then how do you know you did them?” He asked.

Ranboo let out a pitiful laugh, “I just.. I just do.” He choked out.

Tubbo was quiet for a few seconds, taking in Ranboo’s words.

“I think we’ve all done things we regret.” He finally said. “Just because you don’t remember them doesn’t make you any different from anybody else.”

“But-“

“Nope! I’m right.”

Ranboo laughed fondly, blinking away the sting of tears that had been threatening to fall, “Alright, fine.” He said.

At that, Tubbo moved to sit down properly from where had been leaning far over the table, a smug smile on his face. “Good.” He said.

Ranboo smiled at him, reminded, as he often was, of how much he loved Tubbo Underscore-Beloved.

They sat in silence, until eventually Tubbo began to tap his fingers on the table, a far-away expression on his face. He appeared to debate something for a long time, before the tapping finally stopped, and he turned his head towards Ranboo solemnly.

“Ranboo, I need you to do me a favor.”

Ranboo tensed. The word “favor” immediately put him on edge. A voice in his head said danger, danger, tread carefully.

Despite all of that, Ranboo found himself saying, “Of course. Whatever you need.”

Tubbo’s brow furrowed slightly, before smoothing out again, “Tell me you didn’t steal the nuke.”

Ranboo’s heart dropped, “What?”

“Just tell me you didn’t.”

“Tubbo, I- I can’t.” Ranboo said.

“Why not?” Tubbo responded.

“I- There’s no way for me to confirm that.”

“So?”

Ranboo stopped for a moment, taken aback, “So there’s a chance I’d be lying to you!”

Tubbo was quiet for several seconds, staring at Ranboo with an intense expression, “Then lie.” He whispered. “Lie to me, Ranboo. Tell me you’re certain.”

Ranboo’s eyes widened, “Tubbo-“

“Please, Boo.” Tubbo’s voice was quiet, soft, and wrought with emotion.

Ranboo’s heart twisted painfully. He opened his mouth to say something, to force out a response- an argument- but the only sound that came out was a distressed enderman thrum.

He paused, took a deep breath, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and tried again, “I-“ Ranboo’s voice cracked as he took in Tubbo’s appearance. At the sight of the desperate, pleading look in his husband’s eyes, his resolve broke.

“Okay.” Ranboo said weakly. “I didn’t take the nuke.”

“You’re certain?” Tubbo asked.

Ranboo held back a sigh, “Yeah.” He said. “Yeah, I’m certain, Bo.”

Despite the pit of dread that had already begun to settle in his stomach, seeing Tubbo’s shoulders visibly relax at his words made it difficult for Ranboo to regret his decision.

Soon enough, Tubbo had plastered on a cheery smile, all traces of vulnerability gone in an instant, “Alright, then!” He exclaimed, standing up. “Interrogation over, I reckon.” Then, he actually winked at Ranboo, “What do you say we get out of here, Memory Boy?”

Ranboo let out a startled laugh as he felt his face heat up, completely caught off-guard by the shift in tone, “I- I, uh- I-“ He stammered, “I- Um-.”

Tubbo’s smile widened, clearly proud of himself, and Ranboo laughed, his heart fluttering, “Sure.” He said. “That sounds good.”

Then, Tubbo walked out of the room with a skip in his step, leading the way out.

Ranboo began to follow him, but stopped after the first few steps, hesitating. He surveyed the room around him, swallowing thickly as their conversation fully set in.

His hand twitched at his side. He needed to write this down. He knew he did. As much as he’d like to ignore it forever, as much as he wanted to deny it in the way that Tubbo did, he had to remember. He had to know if he had really done it.

Ranboo took out his memory book, the leather cover feeling familiar against his clawed hands. He opened it carefully, then turned to the next blank page. After a moment’s deliberation, he took out his quill and wrote:

One of Tubbo’s nuclear weapons has gone missing.

He paused, then scratched out “gone missing”, replacing it with:

One of Tubbo’s nuclear weapons has been stolen. He asked me about it today. I was online on the day it was stolen, but Tubbo doesn’t believe it was me.

“He trusts me” Ranboo began to write, but he scratched it out halfway through, feeling silly about how much warmth the phrase made him feel.

Tubbo’s voice called to him from outside, “Ranboo? Are you coming?”

“Yeah!” Ranboo called back, “Yeah, just give me a second!”

Ranboo jotted down a simple question in his book:

Did I steal the nuke?

Then, he closed the book, put the quill away, and he jogged out of the room to catch up with Tubbo, who cast him a smile.

“Finally.” He said. “I was just about to file for divorce.”

Ranboo laughed, because it was a joke. At least, he was pretty sure it was a joke.

“Please don’t do that.” He said to Tubbo.

“Don’t worry, bossman.” Tubbo said, bumping their shoulders together, “You know I would never actually do that.” And before Ranboo could swoon too much, he added, “You’re too rich.”

Ranboo smiled, and they left together.

But even as they went, even as Tubbo took Ranboo’s hand, even as their fingers interlaced together, the weight of his memory book sat heavily in Ranboo’s pocket, and the weight of that unanswered question sat even heavier on his mind.

[pxnzo]

@tubbo-bo-underscore truth

[cohesively]

first Jack Manyfold with his taking full credit of highly esteemed nuclear physicist—Tubbo Underscore PhD’s—creation of the nuclear weapons and its program, that Dr. Underscore fully trusted him with. then Ran bo with his taking credit for the iconic Black Out Screen!

When will the disrespect End?

[uncovered-rpg]

❝ EVENT ❞ /// I’ve never seen this many smooches in one night before ! For a silly party game , a fair amount of people are following through . 

Did anyone else catch a glimpse of the Damsel in Distress earlier ? With a face as bright as a tomato , they were definitely looking forward to the name they pulled . Didn’t think Technoblade , of all people , would have an admirer ! Then again , their taste is questionable at best — we shouldn’t expect anything less than absurdity . Who else would blush for xem ?

Oh ! And we can’t forget about the Little Lamb , can we ? Kissing a nameless nobody isn’t that big of a feat , but I must say I’m proud . Didn’t think she’d get that far if I’m being honest . Such a shame it was only for the game . What are the chances Nameless Nobody meant it ? ( Don’t answer that ; it’ll just break the poor Little Lamb’s heart , and I’d much rather see hive played like a fiddle . Better for business , so to speak . )

Sweetheart is making moves tonight , too . They pulled Dreamboat’s name ! Still can’t believe they approached him despite seemingly hating his guts . Are they secretly head over heels for the only other chess nerd on campus ? Tragic . Considering Dreamboat was “dating” the Queen of Hearts just a short while ago . . . Sorry Sweetheart . You may have finally found someone you can’t win over — or against . 

I’ll keep you updated as the party comes to a close , everyone . Hope you’re having fun ! I know I am . These drinks are sublime ♡

[daisylore-au]

hello mr and mr beloved underscore, what did you think of michael asking all those questions about the "monster" that one time? (oh, did you tell tubbo about that, ranboo?)

“Uh,” Ranboo says, very eloquently, “hmm.”

Tubbo glances to him, confused. “What’re they talking about?”

Ranboo’s eyes dart to him. “Oh, that’s right!” He exclaims, though looks notably tense. “Uh, Michael was checking with me that... the Monster was definitely dead. Remember that night he was acting a little off?”

“I remember,” Tubbo replies, frowning, “what started that question?”

“He had a nightmare the night before.” Ranboo shrugs. “I mean, you know how much time he spends with Daisy, and she’s kind of... you know, interested in the whole Monster tale. But I told Michael he didn’t need to worry, and, you know, that was basically it.”

Tubbo sits back, satisfied, and misses the shame and regret that flashes over Ranboo’s face. “Cool,” he says, “thanks, Boo.”

“Any time, Bo.”

[inkribbon796]

Dr. Strangelove and Ticking Timebombs Ch. 3: Return to the Bee ‘n Boo

Summary: The investigation for the strange container continues.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

Despite Marvin’s protests, Silver rushed him to the hospital as Jackie rushed in to help. Ethan took Tommy and Ghostbur back to the base, the teenage apprentice starting to raise a fuss but was convinced to head back and start compiling information for the other heroes and helping with communications.

Which as it turned out Tommy was a pro at just looking at a computer and knowing his way around it instantly.

Bing and Oliver stayed to guard the investigation while Abe and Logic headed over to the Bee ‘n Boo, hoping to catch Tubbo before he got back to the bed and breakfast.

When they got into the bed and breakfast, Logan was cautiously relieved to see Ranboo behind the receptionist’s desk. He was talking to them about some future event, but paused when Abe flashed his badge.

“Egoton police department, I’d like to talk to the owner,” Abe ordered firmly.

“You’re talking to one of them,” Logan cut in.

Abe looked between Logan and Ranboo in surprise.

Logan took the opportunity to take over the conversation, “Mr. Underscore-Beloved, do you happen to know where your husband is?”

“Wow, and I thought Wilford was bad at the names,” Abe commented.

Glaring at Abe, Logan elbowed him in the ribs before looking back at Ranboo.

“Uhhh,” Ranboo stalled, looking nervous, “Tubbo just got back from running some errands, I’m sorry what’s this about? Did something happen?”

“You could say that,” Abe sneered.

“Gentlemen,” Tubbo clapped to announce his presence. “How can I help you boys?”

Logan and Abe looked over at him, not seeing when he had come over or if he’d been there to begin with. He was back in a brestine suit, horns gone and hair a little more tame.

“You clean up fast,” Abe critiqued sharply.

“Boys, let’s cut to the chase,” Tubbo clapped. “I know the two ‘a[1] you don’t have a warrant, so either you tell me what you want or you get out.”

“Bo, what did you do?” Ranboo asked in a distressed tone.

“Nothin’,”[2] Tubbo reinforced.

“That’s bullshit,” Abe spat, pointing at Tubbo. Ranboo protectively stepped in front of him.

“Stop,” Logan cut in, using an arm to hold Abe back, looking back at Tubbo and Ranboo. “He is right, we do not have one, and if it’s a warrant you want, then it’s a warrant you’ll get.”

“Have a nice day, then,” Tubbo waved his fingers.

“This is unwise on your part,” Logan warned.

“Nahhh,” Tubbo smiled. “This is a great idea.”

“Tubbo, we are trying to run a business, what did you do to get us in trouble? We don’t even know what they want.” Ranboo demanded.

“They want to rummage through our stuff, take our things, an’[3] then arrest me,” Tubbo dismissed.

“We’d rather avoid all this if we can,” Logan corrected. “What was the pitchblende shipment for and where is it now?”

“Why don’t you show me a warrant first?” Tubbo demanded.

Ranboo looked conflicted, glancing between Tubbo and the heroes.

Abe and Logan were forced to retreat for the time being, and spent the next several hours scrambling to get a warrant. A process expedited because of the nature of the situation, and the fact that the instant the situation began J.J had already gone to a judge and started the process for them.

By the time they got back to the Bee ‘n Boo, the sun was starting to set and almost 18 hours had passed since the container had first made port. Everyone knew how much the clock was ticking. But they were armed with both a search warrant of all Tubbo Underscore-Beloved’s personal and private rooms, any store rooms in the bed and breakfast, and an arrest warrant in case Tubbo didn’t surrender the information or proved to be involved. Which Logan didn’t want to have to use, but there was missing radioactive material at stake.

Tubbo was waiting for them when the police arrived, and was sitting at the top of the upper stairwell that led to an attic storeroom.

“Quick, ain’tcha,[4] boys,” Tubbo frowned, hands braced on the steps.

“We did not want it to come to this,” Logan told Tubbo. “You just had to tell us what the shipment was for. You did not have to make this difficult.”

“I know exactly how difficult I need to make this,” Tubbo huffed, and heaved himself up. He turned the knob on the attic door. “After you’ve made yer[5] pointless search ‘a[1] my place, you can leave.”

Logan was closer and faster up the stairs, braced for an attack, but Tubbo was ignoring him. He saw that the “storage room” was less a place to keep things, as it was a fully furnished dwelling. A simple kitchen, a tv, some chairs, children’s toys scattered everywhere, a dining table, and two beds. Ranboo was up there, as was a young child with pink-red hair.

The state of this child, who looked to be about four or five, was more than a bit startling. Mostly because the child reminded Logan of Robbie. Part of his right face was missing and when he saw Tubbo he started cooing in excitement.

“Bo, Bo,” the child ran over, Ranboo close behind and eyeing the two heroes nervously.

“Hey,” Tubbo knelt down to hug the child. “Gettin’[5] a little late, huh little guy?”

When Logan walked in the child let out an upset grunting noise and hid behind Tubbo.

Ranboo picked the kid up, hiding his face in his chest. “Hey Michael, buddy, it’s okay. These people just have to look through our stuff.”

Logan tried to look for any notes or evidence about when the shipment had been taken. But they weren’t finding anything yet.

“Underscore, if you do not tell us who killed the men in the warehouse, and where the shipment was taken, we will be forced to take you into custody,” Logan warned. “I would rather we not make a scene in front of your family.”

Ranboo looked uncomfortable. “Tubbo,” Ranboo warned. “Come on, man.”

“Take care ‘a[1] the Bee ‘n Boo,” Tubbo smiled up at Ranboo. “Make sure Michael doesn’t eat cereal an’ toast fer e’ery meal, m’kay?”[6]

Ranboo made a distressed little screech, bending down to rest his forehead against Tubbo’s.

Tubbo kissed Michael on the nose, “Be good fer[7] Da, okay?”

“Bo,” Michael whimpered unhappily. “Bo, no go.”

“Sorry buddy, be back soon, I promise,” Tubbo smiled gently.

Tubbo pulled himself away and Abe began cuffing him and reading his rights. Tubbo’s only response was, “I am seventeen, I invoke my right to an attorney an’[3] I invoke my right to stay silent.”

At that point Tubbo was taken outside and down to the closest police car and Abe and Logan helped wrap up the investigation before they got into the car with Tubbo and started the drive down.

Tubbo stayed completely quiet, even under the various barbs that Abe tried to throw his way. But as they neared the closest Brighton police station, Logan took a glance back at Tubbo and saw one of the most sinister smiles that Logan had been given in a while.

“Abe—” Logan called out on alarm before something slammed into the police car and it rolled over before smashing into two other cars at relatively fast speeds and then started to roll. The hit was violent and, for Logan at least, everything went black. He didn’t know how long he was out if he was vaguely aware that he was losing blood and that he was coming in and out of consciousness.

His brain was throbbing in agony whenever his consciousness resurfaced, and then he felt light before he finally woke up. A sharp brain stabbing into his mind as he heard talking.

Logan’s vision swam before he realized that Tubbo was standing in front of him, looking like he had at the warehouse. Cold metal was underneath Logan’s cheek and he couldn’t place where he was but it wasn’t the police car or the side of the road next to the crash.

“Let’s see how much yer[8] boss can see, why don’t we?” Tubbo threatened before turning back to other people who were in the area with them. As the Side dimly realized that he was in a truck of some kind and he couldn’t move the hands tied behind his back.

His brain panicked, he needed to figure out where he was going, who was with him. He needed backup.

But at the same time the stress and fatigue from the blood loss made him black out for a little while again. All the while the truck continued driving away from where Logan had been taken.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations:

1. of

2. Nothing

3. and

4. aren’t you

5. Getting

6. Make sure Michael doesn’t eat cereal and toast for every meal, okay?

7. for

8. your