id: a comic of the dsmp characters ranboo and tubbo from the rpverse. in the first panel, tubbo, smiling confidently, one hand lifted, says “yeah you told me, like, the thing where water can’t touch you.” his speech continues on the next panel, “your skin’s homophobic! surely you aren’t forgetting your own biology” over ranboo’s face. he looks extremely tired, and faint text next to them reads “this can’t be happening.” in the last panel, ranboo hunches over a communication device, tapping furiously. a separate box shows the screen of her comm, a text post on tumblr reading “particles you seein this shit?” tagged “divorce” and “ball and chain” end id.
ranboo you and i are. we're friends. i mean i would hope so considering the fact i smashed through a fucking window holding your kid just so you could see him. so i just want to ask about something your weird ghost said.
Mae_Beloved doodles !! ^_^ she's so cute and I've only now gotten into the rpverse but i love her
congratulations on the very cute new child @memorybooks @tubbolul (if it's not okay to tag yall lmk i tried to find something to find if it was okay or not but couldn't)
art tag: @samnook @harpygon (DM to be added/removed )
Tubbo was going to kill Tommy once he got out of this room.
Okay, well, maybe not kill, but at the least horribly mutilate him. This was Tubbo’s god damn marriage, and he had the privilege to do what he god damn pleased with it, even if that meant never speaking about any of their problems, and skirting around the truth at the best of times, lying directly at the worst- maybe Tommy had a point.
But that didn’t change the fact that Tubbo didn’t want to be locked in this room, and he didn’t want to talk about his problems with Ranboo. Tommy already knew that, but for good measure, Tubbo gave the door a good kick.
“You are so done when we’re out of here, dickhead!” Tubbo shouted through the thick cedar door, and gave it a second kick, which landed this time, if Tommy’s muffled “FUCK” was anything to go by. Tubbo exhaled angrily, but ultimately gave up and turned away from the door to Ranboo, who was sitting against the wall, nose buried in their comm, tail curled around their knees.
Since Tubbo had gotten to Snowchester yesterday, they hadn’t said so much as a word to him. To be honest, it was adding a little too much fuel to Tubbo’s theory that this entire second revival was a hallucination he had subconsciously created in order to protect his brain from shattering under grief he hadn’t processed yet. That could be the flaw in the delusion- maybe Tubbo had gone so long without hearing Ranboos’s voice, he could no longer imagine it vividly enough to fully include her.
But no, surely not- it hadn’t been that long, had it?
Tubbo watched Ranboo there for a moment, stewing in his anxious thoughts, before speaking up.
“I don’t think he’s letting us out,” he said pointedly. “Unless you fancy climbing out the window on this third-story room.” Tubbo seriously entertained that option for a moment, before brushing it away, if only for their lack of proper equipment.
“I think it would probably help, though, if you would, like,” Tubbo shifted his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably, picking at the bandage over his right eye socket. “I dunno. Say something? Literally anything.”
