All posts by Chewbyham

But I'm here to deliver you with some blursed images from my folder

I have more.

Alot more.

I can't draw digitally so I did the base on paper first

I'm too lazy to fix the jacket fluff.

Badlinu is having downtime

Sort of (?) canon (most deaths don't/didn’t happen) revolves around some canon events

This sucks, idk if I want to make a full story of it but I might

If anyone wants pings if I ever make a full series of it then I guess I will? It'll prob be Tubbo burns letters and they get to Tommy so they communicate

Tommy was in limbo.

The silence settled peacefully onto his shoulders, before wrapping their grip around him and adding another painful day through it.

He stood to add another line to his wall that seemed to flow infinitely outward. One day, He’d walk to the very end to add one more to the netherrack that lined the walls. Dark red and black were all he knew, His once mildly tattered pale skin had grown scarred and ash-ridden, And gods knew how his face looked. Tears shed over what was once happy, joyful memories.

The memory of Dream killing him replayed over and over and over. It was that or the suffocating silence. Sometimes, he got a break. Though it was never truly a break, Memories of everything hurt anyways. Even those sitting and laughing with Tubbo, Listening to Wilbur play the guitar, Even the final walk to the prison was a pleasant memory.

All Tommy had now was his rock, The same rock he’d use to write lines the the wall that extended forever. There were probably hundreds more he could dig out of the netherrack but this one?

It was perfectly normal. Just, a regular, grey rock.

And one day it’ll be withered to dust.

As he scratched one more miniscule line into the wall, he found himself wandering to the clean, blank and untouched “other side” as he called it.

So he began to write, to no one in particular but he knew it was for Tubbo.

To my friends who live,

Hello. It’s me, Tommy. It’s rather boring down here. I have a rock for a friend, though it’ll never replace you guys. There’s a wall that goes forever and it’s like a big long hallway but wider. I can’t write for too long, but I just wanted to say, I miss you.

-Big man Tommyinnit

Tommy sighed and swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat. He missed them. Ranboo, Tubbo, Phil, Ghostbur- He crumpled onto the floor and glanced at the hard-to-make-out letter on the wall. He was a “big man” now. Stuck here for eternity. Dream would never revive him if it wasn’t for him to be killed over and over, Plus the book would never fall into new hands.

Right?

There was a fragile hope strung along a fine fiber made of glass. A small misstep would shatter it.

Maybe that’s what kept Tommy counting his days and getting up and moving every day instead of sleeping forever. Days where he’d wish to just never wake up again he’d write a new letter on the wall.

No matter how short, if it was a letter to let Tubbo know he was ok. And that made him happy.

Though it’d never get there. It was simply the truth.

Hey Tubs, Just found a new rock, feeling good.

Tubbo, there’s no women down here.

The wall was covered in letters and words slowly descending into madness, once cleanly written paragraphs descending into nonsensical scribbles of what we're meant to be letters.

All Tubbo had was madness.

His best friend was torn away from him forever. They’d fought wars together, betrayed one another but they were still strong. Gone away now.

Tubbo grabbed a pen and paper and started a fire, Embers flickering as a reminder of the time they sat around it toasting marshmallows. The pen was lightweight in his hands as he traced a finger along the side of the flowery design, waking Tubbo up a bit at the cool touch.

Clicking the pen he began writing, One more letter to his friend.

Dear Tommy,

Is Limbo treating you well? It’s peaceful at last here, I hope it’ll stay that way. I miss you alot, sometimes I think you’re still here with me. I hope this letter will get to wherever you are.

-Tubbo

And Tubbo burned the letter, ashes falling with his heart. Clicking the pen, he stared at the bright flames, young and bright as he once was. His gaze softened before turning around to try to continue with his day. It hurt, But he was meant to move on. He had Ranboo. He had Micheal. They were there. And they were staying.

Right.

Go on now.

This is being hung up in my room

Why?

Because I adore suffering

I suck at drawing please don't judge too hard I got bored

:D

Also got Ranboo merch at last oml

I have several karlnapity fic ideas but am having a brain aneurysm executing them

Please teach how english

Also sorry its short, I got really busy sfkdjfdslfbd

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@Gacha xx Tuber

Karl: “From the makers of Dream: Dream 2”

Ranboo: “Preparedboo, #...yeah”

Chat: "Let's be gay let's do crime let's go sub with prime!"

Phil: “I never expected to be eating a grilled cheese in front of 300 thousand people, but here we are.

Wilbur: “Philza minecraft is a dentist, Philza minecraft recommends Colgate.”

Quackity: “I’m going to eat myself out cha-”

Quackity: *instant regret*

Quackity: “Let’s have a taste of myse-”

Quackity: “Hm.”

Tommy: “His name is Philza Minecraft and he is quite troubled”

Phil: *smashes computer screen with a baseball bat while shouting*

Quackity: “I guess I’ll watch hentai someday if they have intros this cool”

Quackity: “what does it mean to have daddy issues.”

Schlatt: “Uh oh, another child just flatlined”

Schlatt: “bumbumbum, another one bites the dust”

Quackity: “You can’t say that when someone just died-”

Schlatt: “And another one gone and another one gone, another one bites the dust”