#tubbocentric

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PSSTT NEW CHAPTER OF I LOVE YOU (WILL IT LAST?) WOOO it’s a fic with beeduo as the reincarnation and immortal trope with tubbo as a god! check it out if u like tubbo/beeduo centric fics, religious themes, or long fics!! three more chapters to go, here r my fav excerpts from chap 4: all hail the lonely children

“What I want, Tubbo, is to take care of you. If I- uh, even if I can’t take care of myself. I want to care for you.” They say, words tumbling out smooth like wine, running through veins and finding its way unnervingly close to Tubbo’s heart.

“I’ll take care of you.” Ranboo says.

“It’s rotten work. Not worth it.” I’m not worth it.

“Not to me. Not if it’s you.”

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The air is humming with the scabs and the tears and the laughter. It has been for a while now, and Ranboo smiles. Tubbo smiles back, finding himself feeling sickly human.

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There’s Ranboo, amidst the battle and all the bloodshed and begging. There’s Ranboo, with their scabs and their laughter and their stupid, stupid smile. It is everything made of broken promises and unsaid white lies and unforgivable things that maybe Tubbo should consider sin, but it’s Ranboo.

It’s Ranboo.

CHECK IT OUT IF YOU LIKE THE EXCERPTS AND BEEDUO!!!! this chapter is 9.7k words :]

rb’s encouraged!

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happy new years!!!! new chapter of i love you (will it last?) is out!!!! it’s a tubbo centric beeduo god au AND AND reincarnation au!!!!! here are some excerpts from chapter three “the last of the true romantics.”

“I’ll take you to Italy one day.” Tubbo says and their voice is filled with promising things and holy water and thoughts of we know each other and it’s a little like finding love as an easy thing to come by and it’s a horrible, horrible thought that warms Ranboo to the core. They play with Tubbo’s cold ivory hands. He’s so cold and Ranboo feels so warm.

“I’ll hold you to it,” Ranboo says and they sound like the trickle of holy water when you’re about to be baptized and they don’t believe in many things and it’s hard to find faith but maybe they’ve been doing something right, or maybe Orphic just pities them. Either way, in this second filled with promises, it’ll be okay.

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Tubbo does not follow human laws or ideals. Tubbo follows his own will at his own accord, and sometimes, he follows Tommy. Tommy is technically still a human, just one who simply hasn’t died, even though it has surely been centuries. It was a gift, the immortality, to Tommy by Tubbo.

They were each other’s first friends, and for a long time, each other’s only friends. They had grown up together, when Tubbo first crashed on earth, when he first claimed the land to be his own, when he decided to play with wet mud and molded bones from dirt and ash and his own blood.

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Ranboo laughs one more time and they yawn. They want to keep their eyes open, to watch the sunset, to watch Tubbo watch the sunset, to feel alive and look alive with no apologies. They can’t, though, the guilt of being themself is still too much to bear. They close their eyes and rest their head on Tubbo’s. He is still unbearably cold.

“Do you remember when we first met?”

HOPE THE NEW YEAR TREATS YOU WELL!!!! CHECK IT OUT IF YOU’D LIKE!!!!

rb’s r v appreciated :]

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HI ITS ME ZIE AND I WROTE A CBEEDUO CTUBBO CENTRIC FIC BASED OFF A MITSKI SONG!! WOOHOO!! it’s title is from “two slow dancers” and here’s the summary of it, i’d appreciate it if u checked it out!!

ranboo is eighteen and will forever be eighteen and tubbo is still seventeen. the old ranboo doesn’t exist anymore, the one that would offer their scarf to him or worry over him or worry for no reason. tubbo thinks ranboo’s happy to have died. ranboo says they are. tubbo wants to help them. ranboo doesn’t want to be helped. tubbo hopes they don’t stay like this forever.

to think that tubbo and ranboo could stay the same.

here’s the link to it!!! check it out if u like ctubbo or cbeeduo or hurt/comfort or mitski songs!!!!! it’s almost 4k words :] comments and rb’s are very appreciated!

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In a hundred different lifetimes, it is a wonder how you ended up like this.

HI ITS ME ZIE AND I JUST POSTED CHAPTER 2 OF MY SUPER COOL GOD AND REINCARNATION TUBBOCENTRIC FIC LOL HERES ILY!TUBBO!! HE LOOKS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM CTUBBO OOPS U CAN FIND THE FIC HERE

[ID: ily!tubbo with their face slightly tilted. they look a little disgusted. they have long wavy white hair and white flame-like horns with red circles near the base. they have matching red marks on his face in the shape of circles, scribbles, and incomprehensible writing by his cheek, forehead, and neck. he wears a white blouse with a collar and red thread with a silver necklace, several earrings on each ear. his eyes are a mix of light purple, brownish gold, and silver. End ID.]

rb’s give u money (but not from me)

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hello!! are u:

c!tubbo apologist?

c!tubbo shapeshifter truther?

constantly thinking abt how c!tubbo and c!ranboo were suppose to run against each other in the second l’manberg election?

if u answered yes to any of those, u shud check out my fic blood red presidential ties!! it’s set after the disc finale, a somewhat study on c!tubbo’s unhealthy way of coping without war, and how it affects his life and others. (spoiler alert, he copes by starting a fake presidential election against c!ranboo.)

there’s also a twist! a girl with wings keeps appearing in his dreams, a best friend he no longer knew. what will happen when his past catches up to him? who might this girl be, and why is he thinking abt her after all this time?

here are some of the current lines i like!

If you were to ask Tubbo now what whiskey tastes like, he would lie and say he hasn’t had a drop of it enter his mouth.

If you were to ask Tubbo then, before his brand new scars and no good wings, he’d say it tastes like campfires and regret. A smoky flavour, assumingly because it’s aged in oak barrels. It left a charred branding on his tongue after each sip. He hated it, and he tipped his glass and drank more.

and!

They’re in the sky, and her grip on him becomes loose. He’s airborne, and he falls. Maybe it’s his descent to hell. He grins, and for someone who says he doesn’t believe in the gods, he utters a prayer once more.

Pray, do tell, that while I fall I’ll go blind before I reach the ground.

some c!beeduo!

They paused, and they almost looked more scared than nervous. Like they did not plan what words came out of their mouth next, and even then, they would make no move to stop talking.

“Your face lights up when you talk about things you like, like when you started talking about that guardian farm you’re making with Sam. It’s very— endearing? Yeah, I think that’s the word.”

They stood up, picking up their grass block and walking with long strides towards Tubbo. Even with him sitting on a stage, he was just barely towering over them.

“I think you’re very endearing.” Ranboo said, a small smile gracing their face with finality in the tone of their words.

and lastly, from chapter 10:

Tubbo will welcome the people to trample over him, he will welcome death as it falls from the sky like acidic rain. He would welcome doves that flew from the sky and from the heavens and he’d let them fall to his feet.

Will you send a message to God for me? Tubbo would say, crumbling bread in between his thumb and index and watching the birds crunch on them. Will you go tell God to strike me down? I don’t mind, I don’t mind at all. Will you tell God to strike me down with lightning? Or a bullet?

it’s now completed with 18 chapters/150k words :]

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NEW CHAPTER OF PRESIDENTIAL TIES IS OUT WHAAATTT??

blood red presidential ties is a c!tubbo centric fic where he is/was a shapeshifter. how do u cope w all the trauma AND trauma from being a shapeshifter?!? you’ll see tubbo try!

here are my favourite excerpts!!

He would never believe it. What was the process of creating a human, and at one point did it become cruel to let them live? Tubbo doesn’t know, and he doesn’t want the answer, either.

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Maybe god is a poet. Maybe She has a desk made out of wood from stark white forests, maybe She twirls a quill dipped in blood ink and maybe She writes down her thoughts as poetry. Oh, what words do the gods write? And when do they truly have a meaning?

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But it was oddly cathartic. The two of them bonding over a missing friend. The mutual pain of a missing piece. Maybe it was poetic, Ranboo wouldn’t know. But it definitely made them feel a little less alone.

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As Ranboo glances at Tubbo, with his strange new golden iris that looks like an angels eye when they’re in the presence of the heavens, and pure white strands of hair and glowing cracks in his star encrusted skin and the most heartbreaking smile that screams love, they know Tubbo has come to the point where he is more than a friend.

Because Tubbo is so much more. He is something so much better.

Ranboo is not a poet, but if they were, Tubbo would be their muse.

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But where he currently stood, before his maker, with stitched together skin and an even more stitched together soul, he is not given the privilege of human ignorance.

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Even though Tubbo and love don’t have the same amount of syllables, Ranboo thinks they’re synonymous, anyways.

check it out!! this chapter had a lot of fluff :D (i’m lying)

(but beta reader jaz says that it’s best chapter so far, so read it!1!)

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hiiiii it’s me zie and i’m writing a god reincarnation au with tubbo and ranboo (characters only + tubbocentric) and the second chapter is out!!!!!!! here are some of my fav excerpts, check it out if ur big on god au’s and beeduo :]

chapter summary!!

in which death incarnate and life incarnate meet once more, and it is the beginning of the end.

excerpts:

Gods were sentenced to life in prison, watching time go by so fleetingly. Humans were sentenced to death row like an animal to the slaughter; you wonder what is the difference between it, because in the end, both are inevitable.

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Tubbo grins. His canines point out and if the human – Ranboo – looked closer, maybe they would’ve been able to see the smile that is distinctly not human and the hair that is distinctly not human and the person in front of him that is distinctly not human.

“Ranboo.” He says, and the name tastes like nails bloodied on a cross and sweet holy water. The name sounds like a church song, and Tubbo is relearning how to sing.

“That’s my name. I- yeah. That’s it.”

Ranboo.

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There is without a doubt that Ranboo considers this place in pieces as the holiest place on the earth. Tubbo is a stranger and he is odd and peculiar, standing under the luminescent lighting with ivory hair standing long, but there is a look in their changing eyes and it says I know you.

And Ranboo doesn’t, he really doesn’t know Tubbo. But maybe there is something in his own eyes that reflects back the stare, saying we know each other.

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In a hundred different lifetimes, it is a wonder how you ended up like this.

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new chapter soon, here’s one of my favourite lines from it :D

also go read the new knife trick chapter rn rn rn