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London’s smog is nothing its inhabitants aren’t used to. Over the years, most stifle their coughs as they step over the cracks in the pavements, worn down by time and showing London’s growing population.
The grey sky dips into a deeper hue, smoke swirling in the air from chimneys— be it by the means of factories, bustling with people that most can recall the conditions of, or any other establishment. With the mere blink of an eye, they disappear in the mist. With another, more factories replace what once lied, leaving nothing but the memories provided in years of service. All jobs seem to do is go, leaving most hopelessly wandering to find work, only to be turned down once more. Slowly, people learn to survive with the little they have been blessed with. The days go by, people die, and life moves on.
The world spins, the hours and minutes go by, and life moves past all who do not get off the ground and dust themselves off, and it will continue to do so until its inevitable demise, far beyond anyone in its current state’s comprehension, and it will long outlive them all.
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The kids will be alright, eventually [HSAU] by beepboopbopren, ctubbolvr, flowwwer101
Fandoms: Dream SMP
30 Nov 2025
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After a few more moments, Tommy sighs in relief as Ranboo approaches the truck and hurriedly opens the door and gets settled. “Fuckin’ hell man, what took you so long?” Tommy interrogates, putting an arm over the seat and leaning back. “We got places to be!”
“Ignore him,” Tubbo instructs as he turns the truck back on and begins driving calmly.
Ranboo pants in the backseat, causing Tubbo to look into the back mirror. “Sorry— god, sorry, I was trying to get out but my moms were holding me up and— and I was freaking out, okay?” he says in disarray, fixing his hair and shirt. “So… uh…. Why exactly are we skipping?” they ask sheepishly, poking their head from between the two’s shoulders. “I mean— we won’t get in trouble, right? Please tell me we’re not gonna get in trouble— I can’t get in trouble!”
“Ranboo, we’re gonna be fine— just… calm down, okay? Nothing’s gonna happen,” he reassures, “we’re gonna go to the beach for today, and it’ll be fun, maybe get some food and then go home before anyone realizes.”
; High school au based off twitter roleplay accounts run by me, Lilli and Ren, featuring too much angst and misery all around
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Tubbo slips his coat on and locks the door behind them as they exit, making small talk as they leave the apartment building. They appear as everyone else does, inconspicuous and like any normal person, because that’s what they are, at least to everyone else. They have normal jobs, normal lives, normal personalities. There is nothing more to them than meets the eye.
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Ranboo still doesn’t know what to think of the newfound realization of how pretty Tubbo is. It’s not like he didn’t know he was pretty prior to this, but the new knowing of just how pretty he is. Because there is no way he hasn’t come to realize how Tubbo’s blue eye glistens in the night. Maybe he’s crying. Ranboo doesn’t know. He’s not even sure if he should ask about it. It’s probably not the most professional thing in the world, nor was the shotgunning, and nor is the thought of kissing Tubbo as that was happening. He barely knows him, and this is happening.
Tubbo would hate him if he realized, wouldn’t he?
Tubbo is still smoking the joint beside him, staring out into the open air and Ranboo watches as the smoke leaves his mouth and lingers in the chilled air. He seems at peace, but also the exact opposite of peaceful at the same time. Ranboo doesn’t quite know what to make of him.
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In typical fashion, Quackity is the one to break the quiet, saying, “Maybe I’m not cut out for this shit.”
“Is anyone?"
“Yeah. Wilbur. At least he can act like it, y’know? Go out there and reel people in and make it look like he’s got shit under control. Everything I take wilts away.”
Tubbo finds himself disagreeing. “You’re the only reason Schlatt won. You know that.”
“And look where that fucking got me. Head lackey to the biggest jackass in the continent.”
“Hey, don’t get ahead of yourself. You’re Co-head lackey to the biggest jackass in the continent,” Tubbo grins, leaning closer to Quackity.
Or, Tubbo and Quackity amidst all the things that come up in a late night conversation.
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- Part 1 of How to Tell a True Story
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26 Dec 2025
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i didn’t bookmark it before but i love this fic sm 🙁🙁 c!cabinetduo how i love u
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After finally releasing years of pent-up anger, Tubbo finds himself stumbling downtown to relax his mind, unknowing of the intrigue he inflicts upon a hidden monster.
Ranboo, after years of going without a proper meal, finds himself at a train station to take part in his nightly routine of people-watching, and- without intending to and loathing himself for- scouts out his next meal.
Apart, they’re a mess of bloodthirst and bloodshed. Together, blood spills in a different hue.
(or: Tubbo is unhinged and having a bit of a crisis and Ranboo is in a constant state of self-loathing and anxiety)
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- Part 1 of The Catalyst Collection
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Bookmarked by ctubbolvr
11 May 2025
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I LOVE THIS FIC SO DEARLY OHHH… MY VAMPIRE AU BOYS 😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕
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Now Ranboo wasn’t so sure. The way Hetch tensed when the Founder was mentioned made them think they must’ve been right last night, and he really was afraid of her.
There was, also, a sadness in his eyes, a loneliness that reminded them of the buildings covered in vines. The feeling of something being strangled little by little, so slowly you almost couldn’t see.
“I wonder what’s out there,” Hetch said softly.
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When a sequence of unexpected events leads to Ranboo meeting the Founder’s son, the enigmatic Hetch, neither of them are expecting to form a friendship. But over the following months, the two of them find something they both needed, bandage new wounds while healing old ones, and maybe discover Showfall’s real purpose—something that may lead to tragedy for both of them.
~NOT A ROMANTIC FIC~
Warning: This will be over 100k words, at least 34 chaptersBookmarked by ctubbolvr
11 Sep 2024
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After a minute or so of this person staring at the medicine while Tubbo stared at them, he starts to get a bit bored. So, he clears his throat, and says in a conversational voice, “They sell pretty damn good Tylenol here, don’t they?”
They jump, clearly taken aback by Tubbo’s appearance. They blink at him once before nodding slowly, clearing their throat.
“Isn’t, uh, most Tylenol the- the same everywhere?”
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Tubbo is an accidental part of a kind-of family, worn tennis shoes firmly planted on the sidelines as a ticking time clock mocks the day his stolen life will crumble, shoved under the floorboards of his best friend's attic. In the waiting process, he meets a seventeen year old severely lacking in both memory and effective hair dye, who defines himself as the spaces between notebook pages and part-time jobs.
Like this, Tubbo meets Ranboo, who, despite everything, may be Tubbo's most worthwhile pit stop in his journey to survival yet.
(Or, a high school AU in which finding home and staying afloat are two tasks you can't shoulder at once, but there are other people who will carry the world with you, if you can muster the bitter task of giving it up first.)
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25 Sep 2022
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The following story is an adaptation of the scripts of 4 streams intended for production on the Dream SMP. Due to all 4 scripts being written before Ranboo’s death it is best to take this story as being in it’s own timeline that is respective of the character of Wilbur Soot. The actors have signed off that the actions taken by the characters in this story are accurate and representative. It is up to audience interpretation which timeline is canon to the greater storyline. For all future lore based around Wilbur, this is canon.