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your hands are hands that grip me tight (i think i want you to just kill me) by spoopdeedoop
Fandoms: Dream SMP
16 Feb 2025
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It scares Tubbo sometimes, how much he trusts Ranboo, in a way he trusts no one else but Tommy — dangerous levels, the kind of trust that could most definitely get him hurt later down the line, but Ranboo has been around long enough that Tubbo has long grown tired of wondering why they haven’t left yet. He bumps his forehead gently to Ranboo’s and hopes they can feel how much weight there is to this, hopes the feelings he can never articulate in words are visible in how he lays himself bare for them and nobody else.
(or: scars, the people who have them, and the people who love them).
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07 Dec 2025
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“Why are you crying?”
Tubbo just about goes the same way as Schlatt and has a heart attack. He looks towards the noise, wiping his bloody hand on his pants, trying not to let himself believe that it’s real.
Because there’s a boy in front of him, in a L’Manberg uniform that went out of stock years ago, wearing a young Tommy’s face.
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They bury Tommy on December 21st.
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03 Dec 2025
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It’s been a year since she spoke to him last. What were once fresh scars are sunken and dark. Hair that used to be obsessively shorn into a military buzz has grown out and now touches his jaw. Eyes that used to light up when he spoke, that used to gleam with humour and intelligence, now glare holes into her head.
He sweeps out a dark, shimmering axe. “Be mindful of my temper,” he advises coolly. “I’m in mourning. Now, where the fuck is my son?”
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Tubbo has changed since Eret last saw him. She doesn't quite know what to do with him now.
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22 Nov 2025
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“What is that?” Wilbur asks, nodding to whatever intricate thing Tubbo is assembling. There’s already a stack of them in a glass case across the room, but he doesn’t see any immediate use for them, only knows that there must be one. Every twist of Tubbo’s fingers is calculated.
“They’re pieces,” Tubbo answers tersely.
“For?” Wilbur asks, nearly missing the days when Tubbo clung to his leg and never closed his mouth, yelling excitedly about the trees he was going to climb and the mobs he was going to slay, words so easy to coax that they didn’t seem worth anything at the time.
Tubbo hesitates for a beat of silence before answering. “Nukes.”
A discussion of similarities and explosions.
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22 Nov 2025