#beeduo dsmp

[thelostmoongazer]

A collection of the commissions ive done a few months ago! if you want my commission info click here!

[uyun]

Somber sonata - fic by @starstickerx

[but-a-humble-blogger]

c!beeduo:

[vtimbertiger]

The Tragedy of c!BeeDuo

Don't get me wrong, they're one of my favorite duos. This just seems to be the path they are going.

HOWEVER, I am a big fan of the theory that they need time apart before they can come back together (courtesy of xMaruu11) and I hope that is the direction things will go (I spent about 30 minutes searching their blog but could not find it)

Anyways, this idea has been on my mind for a bit and I needed to draw it

[b33buzz]

New l’manburg beeduo my shining stars <3

[ze-maki-nin]

My entry for the @mcytblraufest ! Hopefully, this is ok @nerdiestnerdtoevernerd !

Words; 1k+

A/n; This is Ranboo-based angst [-ish] fic! There is an implied C!Ranboo x C!Tubbo [Or however you call it hguwo-] at the end. [Which might not be that good due to me trying to get an ending out >-< Apologies for that!]

The room spun around him as he struggled to stay standing. His heart was pounding in his ears as his vision began to fill with purple spots.

Ranboo covered his ears in an attempt to block out all noise and focus on staying in control.

Stumbling around the room blindly as he kept his eyes closed tightly, Ranboo ran into bookcases making the books scattered across the floor, and tripping over chests and boxes full of random stuff, making him whimper in pain as they scraped his calves and ankles. His suit became torn and dirty as he continued to trip over things, the objects grabbing at his legs and arms, pulling him one way and then the other.

His head felt like exploding, his eyes burning with tears that he tried to hold back. The few tears that did escape burned his skin, creating more pain for him. Finally running into an empty wall, Ranboo leaned against it for a bit as he tried to regain his breathing. 

Sliding down towards the ground, the enderman whimpered once more as he felt the rough wall tear at his suit, ripping even more holes in it.

“Please Please Please Please” The boy whispered to himself, feeling his body begin to glitch in and out of reality. “Not now, not now” As he continued to whisper to himself, tears began to roll down his face like a waterfall, burning his skin.

And just like that, he vanished from the room, only leaving behind purple particles and the mess.

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Lying peacefully in the middle of the forest on his side was Ranboo, his eyes closed and breathing steady. He seemed calm and at peace but the blood staining his ripped and dirty suit told a different story. 

The sun shines down on the mess of the male, making him groan and roll over to his back, his arm lazily lifting to cover his eyes.

Rambo gritted his teeth together to stop himself from whimpering in pain as he tried to move his legs. “Why does everything hurt?” He said slowly, muscles screaming in pain as he tried to slowly sit up to see where he was.

Looking around at his surroundings, Ranboos' eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he finally realized he was in the middle of a forest. From what he remembers he was in the basement of his shared home last, not in some forest.

Shakily standing up, Ranboo ignored his body that was screaming at him to just sit and not move at all. He had to get home to Tubbo and Micheal, he didn't know how long he was gone from home.

Just as he was about to start walking, he looked down at the ground to see if he dropped anything, only to see the grass covered in blood. Breathing, getting caught in his throat, Ranboo stumbled back and clutched his heart, only to feel the red liquid on his suit making him quickly pull his hand back.

Staring at his hands in horror, Ranboo stumbled back with wide eyes. Whose blood was this? It wasn't his, he was purple! But if not his then who was it?

It definitely had happened after he teleported. So what had happened after he teleported? It looked like he went on a rampage! But that'd never happen, right? He'd never hurt anybody? Right?

“Oh god,” Ranboo panted out, his breathing picking up as his hands shook in fear. “No, I didn't-I couldn't have-” As he began to ramble out excuses and questions, trying to convince himself that he didn't do it and that something happened while he was out.

Falling to his knees, the boy gripped his hair as he stared wide-eyed at the ground below him. He began to glitch in and out of reality once more as thoughts ran through his head. 

He couldn't have done it! He wasn't able to hurt a fly without crying and apologizing profusely! 

As he continued to shake on the ground, his surroundings began to become blurry before he completely glitched out of reality once more.

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Once more, Ranboo ended up on the ground. This time he was in front of the home he shared with Tubbo.

The snow was slowly burning his exposed skin. Yet despite the burning sensation, he didn't wake up. He didn't store or wince in pain.

He simply laid there. The snow slowly burns his skin, turning it purple with blood. The white snow around him looked like a grape.

The door to the cabin creaked open, a tired Tubbo standing there. His eyes scanned the surrounding area.

Once they reached the ground in front of the cabin, a gasp left his mouth.

“Ranboo!”

Rushing down the steps, the Ram-hybrid fell into the snow. His hands frantically tried to pick up the tall boy.

“Come on Come one” He mumbled to himself, struggling to get the boy over his shoulder.

The purple blood of Ranboo dripped down Tubbos's clothes. His laky body was messily draped over the more petite boy's shoulder.

Taking a small, shaky step up the stairs, Tubbos eyes began to fill with tears. His husband had been lying in the snow for who knows how long. His purple blood pooled around him and staining everything it touched.

Who wouldn't be worried? The one they married, the love of their life, on the floor with their blood surrounding them. A horrific sight.

With the thought that if they were there sooner. If they thought to check sooner. Noticed they were gone. They could have prevented it, prevented them from getting hurt.

Tubbo cursed under his breath as he hit the slightly ajar door with his shoulder. The door swung open with much force, slamming against the wall. 

As Tubbo dragged the unconscious body of his spouse to the couch. A little figure was peeking its head out of the attic. Their golden eyes were wide with worry and curiosity.

What had happened to their Dad? Why was he purple? Why is he sleeping? Was he sleeping outside?

Many questions filled the tiny piglets mind. Maybe he could ask his Dads after his nap.

With that goal in mind, the child slipped back up into the attic.

[creativekp]

Beeduo's not dead if we say it isn't, guys. lol

I just wanted to draw some snowchester fluff with michael! ❤️ I drew this back when it was snowy so the vibes were 💯

I swear tubbo looks different every time I draw him, I cannot decide how I want this boy to look...

{click for better quality <3 }

[kerioed]

Very rushed, but I miss them..