this is a side blog dedicated to anything and everything dsmp, though most things will probably be tubbo-centric（*´▽｀*）
please keep in mind...
|| this is a sfw space!
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|| I’m very obviously a tubbo apologist/enjoyer/all of the above but i also really like technoblade and firework duo content (tubbo and techno!) i know some ppl who really like tubbo tend to not like techno (c!) so this is your formal warning, i suppose? (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
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clingyduoers, youre scared. clingyduoers when i said you’re never gonna get another clingy duo mcc you gotta understand, that.. that wasnt a test… it’s true. you’re never gonna gonna get another clingyduo mcc
if you don’t cheer and clap right now i’m blowing up this entire fucking website
id: a drawing of the underscore-beloved family, characters on the dream smp. ghostboo and tubbo hold michael, who grins at the viewer happily. ghostboo looks happy, and so does tubbo, but he is noticeably more worn than the other two. they are outlined in pink, and pink text above them reads, “happy birthday michael _b!” end id.
when youve got an enderman husband whose love language is gifts
id: a digital drawing of c!tubbo holding an enormous bouquet of flowers, so big that it obstructs the view of most of his torso and neck. he grins giddily, little hearts drawn around him. end id
series summary: . . .Dream gets sent away from his kingdom to train at an academy, and he doesn’t come back after the program ends.
He finds himself in a war opposing his home country, and in the end, he sees a horribly familiar face in the one place he hadn’t expected.
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comments: this series is also up on ao3 if you’d prefer to read there. chapters alternate between dream’s pov and tubbos pov! image credits go to James R. Salomon Photography
"Dream!"
His name fell from his friend's mouth as it always did — loud and cheery. Dream couldn't help the way he laughed as he turned to face his approaching friends. George and Sapnap had been gone for two days, assigned with the task of going into town to restock their supplies. (Dream himself would have gone along, but, well…he had a feeling that it wouldn't have been safe. But, of course, the closer to Sempia they get, the more risk there is.)
"Hey, did you guys get the weapons we needed?" Dream greeted, taking the sack George handed to him.
"No, we just came back with none of the shit we left for." Dream glared at Sapnap for the response, the blaze hybrid baring his teeth in response. Dream only blinked at the steam that rose from his friend's clenched teeth.
"We got most of it, though I couldn't find a vendor with enough axes, so we've got a few stone ones instead," George answered, rummaging through his personal bag. Dream nodded, setting the bag he had been handed down on a nearby workbench. He watched Sapnap collapse on his bed, straight beside Dream and George's bed.
"Where's everyone else, like Bad, Skeppy?" Dream squinted at their front door -- he couldn't see any shadows through their windows, and Skeppy's loud voice wasn't seeping through the walls, either.
"They went down with the rest of our squadron to fill up their goatskins at the river bank." Sapnap's response was muffled by the pillow he had stuffed his face in, but Dream nodded in response regardless.
"You ready for tomorrow, Dream?" George asked, settling on his own bed. Dream heaved a sigh, facing away from his two friends. Truthfully, he was unsure -- it had been so long since he had stepped foot in the territory he had called home.
"Yeah. We'll end their reign on the rest of the Empire...for good." Dream rumbled. After all, the fight itself did not scare him - he had spent years studying battle-axe combat and an even amount of time perfecting his skills outside of an academic setting.
And it wasn't like they were going to invade the capital -- George and Bad had located a newly formed village on the southern skirts of the Kingdom. They've heard word of Sempia's weapons development residing there, and the plan was as solid as it could get when planning an invasion-esque battle.
Still, this attack would serve two purposes - disarming the Kingdom nicknamed the Titan of Industry and declaring total war against the rapidly expanding Empire.
Dream couldn't shake the feeling of unease despite all of the facts. He had spent years avoiding setting foot on Sempia soil, and doing so voluntarily, despite the context, made his skill crawl.
He'd fight through it, though. For the Bad Lands and for Kinoko Kingdom, both whose borders have faced massacres at the hands of Sempia's battalions. He had to.
literally a day late to the party but i have strong feelings about the tubbo lore today!!! very cool!!!! really really REALLY happy with the happenings of the stream and all of them did such a good job *weeps*
id: a drawn comic. in the first panel, c!tubbo and his son michael sit at a table. michael is holding a crayon and has other crayons in front of him, as well as a scribbled drawing. tubbo holds a pencil and is writing blueprints. he looks tired and sad. michael asks, “bee?” tubbo responds, “yeah, bud?” michael says, “i miss boo.” tubbo says, “I miss him too, mike.” michael asks “where did he go?” tubbo says, “um, i’m not sure.” the next panel shows a sandy beach, with someone’s feet, implied to be ranboo’s, resting by the waves. a lone speech bubble from tubbo on the frame reads, “somewhere warm, i hope.” end id.
