pecann
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Tubbo likes his job, ignoring the ichor and gore under his fingernails. He can deal with the way death clings to his clothes, stains his skin, leaving red rusted on his steel-toed boots. Honestly, the worst part is how animals flee from him. It doesn’t matter how hard he rubs his eyes, what he wears, how light he steps across the forest floor.
What’s dead is dead, and animals will always be able to smell the difference.
OR IN WHICH Tubbo is a necromancer with an uptick of new clients he can’t seem to get back. His newest, Purpled, might be his key to solving it.
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“You’re wearing your shoes in the house.” Minute says, breaking the icy silence with the most condescending tone he can muster. His hands are shaking.
“I don't think you can talk about making messes, princess,” Hannah tilts her head at the growing crimson pool, slowly inching towards the carpets of their living room, “we’ll never get those stains out.”
“I bet you could. You're obviously not new to cleaning up messes.” He should’ve known better. It’s too late for that thought now.
Her trigger finger twitches. This is where it ends.
OR IN WHICH They have the perfect arrangement: Hannah leaves the country for a couple days, Minute kills a couple people and orders takeout while she’s gone. Surely she doesn’t come home early, right?
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“You were in the way,” Tubbo says to the blond boy with all the casualty in the world, all the casualties he’s caused, the casualty this boy could’ve been. Maybe should’ve been.
“I thought you didn’t save civilians.” His voice is pathetically small. It’s halfway between disgust and awe. “I’ve never seen you save a civilian. What— why? Why me?”
“I don’t save civilians,” Tubbo repeats, pausing to digest the words like he’s hearing them for the first time, “I don’t. I’m not a hero.”
OR IN WHICH Tubbo is a villain. Tommy is a civilian. It gets more complicated from there.
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Purpled knows Tubbo, in the same way a sword would know a shield, or the truth would know deception. They’ve met, since everyone has met Tubbo. He’s unassuming at first look. He’s a happy second place, always just a couple steps behind in the final leg of a race, but never out of breath. It’s like his losses are purposeful.
They both attend the same school for “gifted young students with unordinary abilities”, they’ve both been described as “unpredictable”, and they both want the same scholarship.
OR IN WHICH Purpled is convinced Tubbo is a threat, despite his friends not understanding why. There’s nothing a quick chat can’t clear up.
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To Make a Home by pecann, poetandink for Witchy_Lee_Hibernates
Fandoms: Dream SMP, QSMP | Quackity SMP
08 Sep 2024
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"Techno? You alright, mate?"
He looks up to Phil, the man's face lit by the crackling fire separating them, dancing shadows cast on his face. His dark blonde hair falls over his shoulders, tied in a half up-half down style, a few strands falling out and grazing his chin. Grey has threaded through him, wrinkles barely visible beneath his eyes.
The man is his father in all but blood, the only other person who stayed with him since the start. Phil is his rock, his best friend, his companion, and he would be damned if anything happened to him. He doesn’t need to know Techno’s condolences for those he’s killed. He does it for him, to keep them fed, to keep the fire burning.
"Eh, 'm fine."OR
some fluffy sbi apocalypse talks around their fire :3