anyways anyone wanna talk abt c!beeduo
i think they’re married and in love
i think they are too look at this
okay so i have to go sleep now but i hope that this all uh. hope that this goes. like no in particular direction i just hope it goes. have a nice night everybody
can someone PLEASE make a don’t stop the party video to this because what in the hell is HAPPENING
this feels like a fever dream. like i’m not even on the stream but um what
girl i left for like five minutes to read a c!fiancetrio fic and now my dashboard is incomprehensible
got lungs of the universe up to 4k WHO CHEERED!!! anyway gonna go brush my teeth n stuff and then read fanfic / write a lil more for other stuff etc but im excited abt that
broke my nail literally clean in half while trying to tuck hair behind my ear <3 #GIRL!!! gonna try to write now but might get absorbed into the atmosphere we’ll see!!!!!!
umm might not post much for today at all actually i’m having one of my weird moods. love u guysss <33
Have decided to draw a quick drawing for cs, it’s not the mall scene but I think you’ll like it
It’s got something to do with convenience￼ stores
SCREAMS AND CRIES AND FLAILS ON THE FLOOR /POS
ily chase /p thank you so much :]
OKAY finally sat down moved 3 different items i had to do today to do them later (girlboss <3) and the current day plan is
- finish math HW within the next like 45 minutes hopefully
- write for 2 hours (focusing on lungs of the universe, but possibly origins + reqs as well)
- sleep by 10 PM
i really do have to get like. most of the lungs of the universe chapter written. and all the requests. done by monday. when i’m spending a cumulative like 3-4 hours on the ACT practice this weekend plus my brain is really fixated on cough syrup. hm…!
not posting the whole thing but i just reread something i put on my private vent acct earlier and i just .
“🙄 need new symptoms STAT i’m so BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!“
the c!beeduo stuff we got so much and i can’t help but imagine this scenario:
ranboo to have respawned back in his home in the arctic and tubbo could not have pushed past quackity & wilbur harder or faster to just run because he knows- he knows what its like waking up and having no one be there
he doesnt care that the wolves bark at his feet under the snow he doesnt care that he vaguely hears a cabin door open he runs straight into ranboo’s house with the slam of a door and he just shouts for him before running up the stairs into his bedroom
freezing at the sight of him sprawled on two beds and he’s not quite woken up yet and he takes his non injured hand and just sobs he holds on and ranboo wakes up and he feels like he’s burning.
no water would ever soothe his burns and tubbo is there and he calls him a stupid idiot and says he loves him, and kisses his hand, and as carefully as he can he rests his head on his shoulder.
ranboo wipes his tears away with a wince and a sizzle and tubbo whines for him to stop doing that he doesnt need anymore burns
and its just,,, them, in that moment. tubbo giving ranboo company waking up after that death- company he never got, and support he needed. ranboo squeezes tubbo’s hand and now more than ever he’s confident he’s chosen the right people. because tubbo is the side he’s on, he always will be.
and far away quackity and wilbur stand there, burdened by the weight and gravity of the situation that they were so caught up in fighting, caught up in who could save who and who shouldn’t, that it didnt matter in the end. their bickering took time, precious time, and their constant competition of upsetting and one-upping each other lead to this.
the streets are silent that night, neither utter a word as they both go back to their respective homes. they think.
have we considered the possibility yet that manatreed is the unknown 5th syndicate member (pre-connor’s joining)
hihihihi. this is ctubbo centric work where,,,,, guess what. tubbo is spider-man. find the fic on ao3 here! link
Tommy lives in one of those gigantic apartments only the really well-off can afford, full of rich art and space to roam. Tubbo has always found the place to be quite a bit claustrophobic, honestly, despite it being anything but. He thinks it’s the fact it always looks and sounds so vacant, even though it isn’t. It’s so big that it feels small, unlived in.
One would think that the incident from two months ago would have discouraged him from visiting his best friend’s residence again, but Tommy whined so much about his three-day absence that Tubbo changed his mind. Either way, not showing his face at Tommy’s house anymore would be suspicious, to say the least — and caution never killed anybody. At least he’s putting his subway pass to good use, going back and forth from school to Tommy’s to work to his own place.
The first thing Tubbo sees when he opens the door to the two-bedroom apartment he’s called home for a year and a half is Quackity, sprawled over the couch. There are books all over the kitchen counter and around the coffee table, and neither of them are sure which of them belong to which person. A random children’s cartoon plays on the cheap TV, the terrible audio quality tingling Tubbo’s ears.
“You’re home early,” he points out, letting his backpack fall to the ground by the entrance as he walks further inside.
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c!beeduo fucking LOVE each other, they CARE about each other, they both keep getting fucked over by life but they’re there for each other. they’d do anything for each other. they LOVE each other.
they both think no one cares about them and they’re both so fucking wrong
[ID: a small watercolor drawing of the dream smp character ranboo facing away showing his back. He has large burn scars across his back, red on the white side of his skin and green on the black side. Both of his ears are partially burnt away as well. /end ID]
cranboo scars time