the moment i will have to write georgie and melanie gets closer and closer and i'll have soon to face the fact i really do not care about neither of them
Daisy’s growing older, but she’s still nimble and loves to play with Theo. She adores all the attention.
Daisy is still obsessed with her rocking chair.
forgiveness; the action or process of forgiving or being forgiven.
tubbo is guilty. ranboo can’t prove tubbo’s innocence to him, but he can offer him the next best thing.
(set during canon, just before event 1! warnings for murder mentions, beheading implications, trauma + guilt. hurt with a LOT of comfort :) )
"Bo?" Ranboo turns to face Tubbo, eyebrow arched in perplexity at his tone. "What's up?"
Tubbo's face is hidden under his hair, but that only makes Ranboo worry more - reaching forwards, he sweeps his fringe back, and instantly frowns at the stricken look on his face.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Tubbo says, and then chokes on the words, "I mean- I'm fine. I'm..."
"Stupid question," Ranboo amends, "what's wrong, then? Did something happen?"
A million questions bubble at his lips - is Michael okay, did you get hurt, did you have a flashback, is Tommy okay - but none of them actually prepare him for Tubbo's answer.
"Saw Quackity today," Tubbo replies, voice strained, a note higher than usual, "and it kind of brought back a few memories."
He reaches forwards, drawing back only at the last minute; stifling a melody of fear in his mind, Ranboo leans forwards, takes Tubbo's hand to his neck and lets him trace the scar that runs along there. It's a vulnerable action, a frightening one, and Tubbo looks terrified as he does it, but Ranboo swallows back his own hesitation and tries to look reassuring.
"This memory?" He asks, quietly.
Tubbo nods, throat bobbing. "Yeah. Yeah, this one."
Ranboo exhales, carefully, and lifts his own hand to touch the scar. It's still prominent, even after all these years - he likes to keep it hidden, it's a private memory, not one he likes thinking about - but when he's home alone, only him and his family, it's easier to reflect on. "Yeah. Not the nicest memory, huh.”
“I’m sorry,” Tubbo whispers, voice cracking, “I’m really sorry.”
“I know.” Ranboo tries for a smile. “I am, too. I’ve already forgiven you, though.”
Tubbo looks away. “Dumb of you, bossman.” It’s supposed to come out light, but it fails. “I don’t know how you do.”
“‘Cause I can’t hold it against you forever,” he points out, as if it’s obvious, “I care about you. And...”
Memories of the Red Days fly by him in a blur: of the resistance, of hope, of Tubbo’s steely gaze as the axe came down.
“And I don’t think judging people based on the worst of themselves has ever helped anything on this server,” he finishes carefully, letting Tubbo’s hand drop, before taking it in his own, “I mean, think about Dream. Think about Quackity. It’s never worked out for us before. I like to see the good in people, and I’ve seen way more good in you than in anyone else on this server.”
Looking unconvinced, Tubbo’s lips press together. “To be fair,” he says, “I didn’t see anyone else beheading their family members.”
Ranboo has to laugh at this, lightly. “No, but I also didn’t see anyone else try so hard to redeem themselves afterwards,” he points out, and squeezes Tubbo’s hand tightly, “I didn’t see anyone else regret what they did as much as you did. And I think we’ve all done things we regret before.”
Breaking Dream out of prison. Not breaking Dream out of prison sooner. Letting Dream fight alone. Not stopping Tubbo. Not stopping Quackity.
Tubbo’s eyes finally snap back to his, and they’re red-rimmed. It’s clearly been eating him up for a while now. “I’m sorry,” he says again, wetly, “I’m being a bit of an idiot right now, I know.”
“Not much more of an idiot than usual,” Ranboo quips, but his voice turns sincere again, “but I really have forgiven you, Bo. I mean that. And I know you’re still gonna feel guilty and I know you’re still gonna apologise for it, but I’ll keep telling you I forgive you every time because it’s the truth.”
“You’re awfully forgiving.” Despite his cynical words, Tubbo’s face grows a little lighter.
“I’d forgive you for anything.” Ranboo grins, playfully, takes a risk and hopes he knows Tubbo’s mood. “I’d forgive you even more if you took Michael to school tomorrow and let me sleep later.”
Tubbo looks scandalised, a laugh bursting out of him. “You’re not actually using my guilt as a way to sleep later, are you?” He accuses. “You’re awful. You’re the worst.”
But he’s grinning, a weight sliding off his shoulders, and Ranboo laughs mischievously, pushing himself off the couch and ruffling Tubbo’s hair just to make him complain.
“7am start for you,” he half sings as he leaves the room, “sucks to be you.”
He leaves to say goodnight to Michael, and because he knows Tubbo - knows he needs some space after moods like these, to process his feelings and pull himself together. Tubbo is nothing if not a private person when it comes to his feelings, and Ranboo knows he’d rather die than have them on display to others: so he leaves, gives him minutes to compose himself, gives him space to gather his thoughts.
And it’s because he knows Tubbo so well that he can forgive him. He’d forgiven him a long time ago, the minute he’d respawned after his death, because Tubbo is a lot of things, but Ranboo knows cruel isn’t one of them. He knows Tubbo better than he knows himself, and he knows he can’t hold anything against him. Not really.
His hand traces the scar on his throat absently.
There’ll be another day like this, he knows. Where Tubbo will retreat in on himself and Ranboo will work to coax him out, bit by bit, until he’s back to his usual self. Where Tubbo will lock himself away for days and Ranboo will be the one to break through to him. He knows this, like he knows Tubbo will be there for him when he wakes up with nightmares or to coax him into speaking about his feelings, like he knows Tubbo will listen to his rambles about Dream or the past despite his dislike for Dream, like he knows Tubbo will always be there to have his back. They’ll both have days where things begin to fall apart. He doesn’t doubt that.
But he knows Tubbo. And, now more than ever, knows himself too. And he knows they’ll be okay. The wedding band on his finger signifies that.
They’ll be okay.
He'll make sure of it.
ok but like she was so cute in the totally minnie era ....... iconic
daisy to pass the time
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( +1 ) NUEVA ENTRADA: DAISY MODIFICÓ SU PERFIL. LA INFORMACIÓN DE KIM DAHYUN HA SIDO CAMBIADA POR CHOI YEWON (ARIN)
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