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[autistic-ranboo]

so uh. hi.

Tl;Dr I kinda fell out of the DSMP fandom, got a real adult job tm and kinda abandoned this whole tumblr account but i'm not dead! This blog is probably just gonna be an archive now, but who knows?? Not me.

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saw someone in the tags on one of my posts apologizing for tagging it with blorbo from their shows and NO!!! do NOT apologize!!! i WANT to see all the blorbos and skrunklies and scrimblos you think of when you see my posts!!! this is literally the blorbo from my shows website and i'm here for blorbo from my shows damn it!!! show me what i bought my front row seat ticket at the circus for!!!

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also, hey, that one ian mention on the thing you wrote made my heart go really soft :D and mumza rescuing ranboo, someone phil's claimed as his, and taking him to ghostbur, her son... it's so perfect! it gives me a new hc idea, but i'm not sure i can make it work -sugar

oh??

#dont @ me but i always think that phil asked mumza to make sure ghostbur wasnt alone #because like. for all his faults phil cares SO much #and when ranboo dies #phil begs mumza: please dont let him be alone #because hes so intimately aware of just how much that hurts #the loneliness of eternity #and so she uses that love and that request to bring ghostbur and ranboo together #and yeah she sees it as her duty to collect those that phil sees as 'his' #(this includes tommy still. despite everything. because phil DOES care. even if it's not the way most of this fandom wants)

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IT'S OKAY BIG SIS I WAS JUST WORRIED AND I MISSED YOU I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE OKAY -sugar

aw lil sib <3 dont worry, ya girl is alive over here and doin mostly ok. things were Rough TM for a while there, and then i didnt have internet ;-; but i am BACK now and hopefully will eventually dig thru my backlog of asks to answer some of em.

#sugar anon (beloved) #i live! and i have fallen back into dsmp

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Do you think the reason Tommy thinks he might be Phil’s son is because he’s pretty sure Phil is married to a goddess and he’s at least vaguely aware his mom is also a goddess?

Wilbur always talked like they were brothers, Phil is the one person he’s ever met who seems to be romantically devoted to his patron goddess, and they already bare a decent resemblance (certainly more so than Wilbur does anyway), you can’t really blame the kid for being a bit confused

#excellent content. this is the sbi i can get behind #goddesses arranging playdates for their sons at the local park/shrine

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Absolutely love that the fandom started making Mumza the goddess of death to match Phil and Kristin responded enthusiastically enough to solidify it as basically canon

But Motherinnit was like “I’ve been telling these assholes to make me the prime goddess for weeks and none of them pay any attention to me” and we all immediately went yes ma’am, so sorry, right away ma’am, and got to work

#still not sure if im responsible for the mumza thing but if i am? excellent. #also gonna make motherinnit the goddess of life in my fics fite me #motherinnit and mumza sip tea and gossip about their sons

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i just wanted to know if you still remember me and my hcs exist /nm -sugar

SUGAR HELLO IM SO SORRY TL;DR A LOT OF STUFF HAPPENED IRL SOME OF WHICH WAS INCREDIBLY MESSY AND I DIDNT HAVE ACCESS TO THIS TUMBLR FOR LIKE. A MONTH. I LOVE UR HCS STILL DONT WORRY *DIGITAL HUGS*

#sugar anon (beloved) #fren!! #youre still here!!

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Smaller content creators I hope you get a funny animation made from one of your videos/streams

#itselectra sophietexas boon dettan CARO MY BELOVED etc. etc.

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so ranboo really Did That, huh. as expected, had to make some Content about it. to Cope TM

she almost refuses to do it.

"how dare you?!" she screams from beyond the veil as sam slashes ranboo across the throat. objectively, she knows it was fast, painless, and that the boy (and, fuck, he's just a kid) didn't suffer. but.

but he is phil's, and so he is hers.

"i'll do it, kristin," ian offers, placing a hand on her shoulder as she collects herself, prepares to meet the boy her husband has claimed.

"no," kristin says, fire in her eyes. "this one is mine."

she descends to meet the confused soul, whose corpse has yet to cool. he's sitting on the ground with his head between his knees, counting, his breathing shallow even as his heart no longer beats.

"they'll be- they'll- they'll be fine- techno- techno and michael and phil and- phil and niki and-"

"ranboo?" kristin asks gently, careful to keep the otherworldly notes from her voice.

"who- what- where am- am i- are you-"

"my husband speaks highly of you," she says, her face shrouded such that ranboo cannot see the soft sadness in her eyes. "i wish we didn't have to meet under these circumstances."

"your husband- who- and what circumstances? where am i? what's happening? where is everyone, where is-"

"a lot has happened," mumza says. "would you like me to explain?"

ranboo nods.

"sam killed you. murdered you to try and make dream stop, but it only stopped techno. they got away, but you..."

"i died, didn't i?"

"yes."

"well..." ranboo considers for a moment. "fuck."

mumza laughs. it's so unexpected; the boy doesn't swear and speaks like he's ancient. it sounds wrong.

"i'm here to lead you to your afterlife," kristin explains, holding out a hand to the lost soul, who gladly takes it. he looks around as they walk, passing scene after scene of people he's never seen.

"normally," kristin explains, "you'd be assigned to a limbo designed for you, in case someone wanted to resurrect you. but i thought you might prefer this."

the place they end up is overgrown with flowers, blue and yellow and red and pink and green as far as the eye can see. a blue sheep munches lazily on the grass, and the chime of the station bell-tower dances on the warm breeze. a train trundles past, a soothing sound in its rhythmic clacking.

and in the center of it all, dressed in a soft yellow sweater and waving at them, is ghostbur.

#ghostbur and mumza verse #mumza verse #my writing #my fic #mumza #ghostbur #dsmp fic #hello it is i here with Pain but also Fluff enjoy #i return

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“what did you do!?”

#spain without the s

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dashcon 2: electric boogaloo

thoughts on dteamblrcon 

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Just discovered this button! Wtf, it’s like suddenly finding a whole separate comment section! I had no idea that so many people only talk in tags! 

#eret is my favorite cc on this website #alongside sophie my beloved #anyways yes queen welcome to the tags we all talk in here

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please, li, big sibling (i kinda see you as a cool older sibling, i hope you're fine with that), after the near heart attack all of beeduo fans had today, could we get some extremely cute ranboo, tubbo and michael fluff? my little heart needs it /gen -sugar

hello i wrote something like yesterday and it didnt post ;-; but anyways. i'll admit, i'm not necessarily in the fluffiest of moods at the moment, but i'm thinking about king eret, who michael only knows from stories about l'manburg as the traitor who cost his father his first life, coming into their house, ordering the people away, and picking up the little piglin boy in her arms to carry him back to her castle. she has to know that if she gets caught, or if ranboo and tubbo refuse to listen, or if any one of a million different things go horribly, horrifically wrong, she could be killed for this. the little piglin in her arms is clinging to her; he doesn't know who she is but after the loud, scary people who hurt him, she's soft and warm and reassuring as she runs with him in her arms. she doesn't give him her name yet, can't risk him crying out until they're safely away from the people who would hunt the precious child- and he really is a child, barely old enough to even be considered that- just for, what, fun? she's disgusted by them, the sick people who would hurt a child.

they make it to eret's castle, the child on her shoulder half-asleep with a thumb in his mouth as she carries him through the gates. she orders them shut behind her; she doesn't know when ranboo and tubbo will arrive, but until they do, the child is her responsibility.

she realizes as she settles him into one of the guest rooms in her castle that she doesn't know his name.

"do you have a name?" she asks him clumsily in the nether language. he tilts his head at her, then nods.

"my name is eret," she says, bracing for horror, or fear. she's not sure how she feels when the piglin child smiles, a wide grin that lights up his face. he points animatedly to the nametag his fathers had pinned to his shirt.

"michael?" eret asks. "it's nice to meet you."

the little piglin reaches into his pocket and hands her a golden carrot, beaming as she takes it. he's a happy sort of kid, she can tell, and he's relaxed around her, despite surely knowing what she's done. she wonders for a moment why, but is distracted when she notices a small scrape on his cheek. she reaches into her bag; she's always got a few basic supplies on her, a habit left over from the war, and quickly smears a bit of antiseptic cream over the scratch, before grabbing one of the few remaining colorful bandaids (tommy had insisted on them for any time he needed a bandaid) and plopping it on top.

"there you go," she says quietly. "that should feel better."

she sends out a message to ranboo and tubbo as michael toddles around the room, fascinated with the strange objects that have a habit of accumulating in eret's castle from its visitors. they respond back almost instantly, at once relieved and furious, but resolved to come retrieve michael as soon as they can.

"you've changed," tubbo says when they arrive, ranboo making a beeline for their son

"you have a wonderful son," she replies, a soft sadness under her voice even after all this time. "i'm happy to help take care of him."

"say 'bye-bye'," ranboo says, the child in his arms waving at eret, who smiles back.

"bye, michael," she says with a wave of her own.

#dsmp fic #mcyt fic #michael dsmp #ranboo #tubbo #beeduo #eret #look yall its choppy but i cant help it i was strugglin lol #sugar anon (beloved) #my writing #ALSO HEY SUGAR ANON BELOVED YOU SEE ME AS A BIG SISTER??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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I am, in fact, in this fandom now ^_^

if this is who i think it is, welcome! if this is sav or jack, though: no. leave this place. you saw NOTHING.

#i assume this is infinity #but i could be wrong

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Since Hannah is a fairy canonically I’m choosing to believe her lending her elytra to Foolish would be like her sprinkling fairy dust on him to let him fly for a little while :3

#next to c!foolish she's tinkerbell sized so im just imagining her like. sitting on his shoulders #sprinkling him with pixie dust now and again

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Sigh

#them!!

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tbh i think a lot of discourse could be solved if people realized separating character from cc is actually the best way of respecting cc boundaries. like if you’re refusing to acknowledge certain obviously queer aspects of characters, or telling other people they can’t have headcanons about it, because the characters are tied to the ccs; you are the one who is blurring the line between character and cc.

ccs are not stupid. they intentionally act their character as a separate entity from themselves. they are not meant to be seen as “themselves” when acting; for instance, i think dream would take heavy issue with being called a child abuser in real life. referring to dsmp!dream as a child abuser (which he is) is not truthing irl dream as one. 

part of respecting cc boundaries is drawing a hard line between fiction and reality, and respecting that line.