#dresmp

[squipedmew]

POV: you are probably lgbt

[lilyminer]

Little SBI Venn diagram

[creetchure]

today, i pander to lemonblr with a quick foolsamponk + covering their faces

[4000z]

wednesday will be fine

[mantis-in-the-dirt]

about the prison

my friend and i are interested to see how the fandom shares some opinions. it’d be really cool if you could both take this quiz and reblog it to spread it around! thank you.

[livthedragon]

Tommy, going on a whole rant trying to convince Tubbo Ranboo is a wrongun: I’ve connected the dots

Tubbo: You haven’t connected shit

Tommy: I’ve connected them

[stellarune]

im a serious artist

[strawberryspotsstuff]

(Platonic) Ranboo x Apothecary Y/N

Colourful flowers adorned the front lawn, fat raindrops rolling off of leaves and into the bird houses, that sat neatly on tree branches. Moving our perspective inside the house, a tall almost lanky like black and white creature carefully opened one of the higher cabinets handed them item inside to their smaller campaign, an apothecary witch, Y/N.

It wasn’t Ranboo’s first time visiting the witch’s humble home and wouldn’t be the last. This place was his new panic room, a place to breath, a walk away from dramas on the SMP. The witch thanked him every time he came to visit, it was quite lonesome without people visiting them and they expressed gratitude with teas and cakes to the enderman hybrid.

“It seems that you ran out of sunflower seeds” Ranboo blinked owlishly at the almost empty cabinet of sunflower seeds before returning his heterochrome gaze to the witch.

“I can get more, if you like” Ranboo suggested.

Y/N perked their head up from the cutting board, softly dropping their knife by the dissected daisies, that lay messily scattered around the oak cutting board, some even sitting in mason jars that had cardboard labels glue tacked on them.

“That would be lovely, thank you Boo.” Y/N give a small nod of gratitude, before picking up the knife, the handle of the knife was a willow, almost white type of wood, swirls and pretty flower patterns carved into the wood.

Ranboo nodded softly, making his way out of the cottage, looking both ways before descending down the stairs to the flower bed. The front porch was the same wood as the house, a dark oak. There were two rocking seats, a small and round table with a white tablecloth that had a small succulent plant on it.

It was reflex to check outside before heading out, for Ranboo it was quite personal that he visited you. He shouldn’t be afraid or ashamed, should he? You were just another player on the sever, but if people like Quackity or Dream found out, and try take away the person that helps him during his panic episodes? He would lose it. The only people that knew that he came here was Tubbo, Techno and Philza. Of course, he could trust them, but there was always some urge, itching, ‘what ifs?’

He shook away the negative cloud, taking a sun hat that sat on the small table and headed to the forest behind the cottage, saying sorry to any of the flowers that he stepped on.

Every time Y/N and Ranboo would go picking fruits and berries, Y/N would always say thank you to the tree or plant that blessed them with the item, it had grown on Ranboo and he had started saying thank you to the wood before he placed it in the fire pit back at home. Tubbo would raise a brow before shrugging and taking Michael back to bed.

Ranboo had be collecting about an hour before going back to the cottage, to his surprise, Y/N had been sitting on one of the rocking chairs and a basket in hand.

“Welcome back Boo!” Y/N called, staying in their seat as they waved Ranboo over. Ranboo scurried back up the stairs and dropped the seeds on the table, Y/N thanking him before handing him the basket.

“While you were gone, I made something for Tubbo and Michael!” Y/N smiled, gently dropping the basket in his hands.

Ranboo gently held the basket in his hands, his smile growing.

“…Thank You, Y/N.”