harbour bound

In the mornings she wakes up before Scott and makes him a pot of rose tea, home-grown in the garden; in the afternoons they fish or garden or do their laundry, chores made more cheerful by company; in the evenings she curls up and dozes off to the soft sounds of Scott flipping another page in his book by the guttering candlelight.

Pearl and Scott, living at the end of everything.

warnings: major character death

this was my gift for @teapot-of-tyrahn for the 2025 @mcytrecursive exchange!

it’s recursing the wonderful last life siren au by @silverskye13. thank you so much for allowing works inspired by yours, i had a blast writing this piece!

Christening the BAM! Bunker

“I need you to bam me in the bunker!”

In order to get her leather armor off, Lizzie has to get off. Thank goodness Jimmy’s here to help!

yeah this is exactly what you think it is. 2.4k of mostly awkward smut. they fucked in that bunker :(

He’s A Survivor

Retrieving your partner’s body, and dealing with the devil: Etho buries Bdubs at the snow castle.

1.8k fic exploring Etho’s thoughts the night after Bdubs dies; warning for (discussion of) major character death. i just keep thinking about how etho says ‘that hurts me’ right after bdubs death… he is so hides everything behind 1 million layers of jokes usually. but that hurts him.

dedicated to the devious @conscious-naivete who contaged her last life brainworms over to me. thank u mac ily

Lionheart

TOMMY. Tubbo’s best friend. Heart too big for his chest. Hot tempered. Earnest, but trying not to be.
TUBBO. Tommy’s best friend. Ranboo’s husband. Logical to a fault. Scarred. Scared. Young.
RANBOO. Dead.

2.2k, clingy duo and bee duo, modern au, script format. Tommy comes over to get Tubbo out of his grief rut.

Warnings: major character death, grief/mourning, depression

Written for the @mcytplaywritingfest! With artist and playfest moderator extraordinaire @mackdizzy :D check out her accompanying playbill and playlist here!

finally have a moment to post about my fic for @extremetimedchallengeexchange! this was written for @feyscape :D

usb_home_vids-2031: 5 scenes from the underscore-beloved family in screenplay format, set when michael is about 11-13. there’s flirting and dancing and cooking. straight fluff <3 (dream smp, 4.9k)

Tommy and Tubbo are just spreading a little Primesday cheer by caroling. No shenanigans are afoot. None at all.

Tommy & Tubbo, post-canon, 1.6k, complete. My gift for @gogegg for the Tubbo_HQ secret santa this year!

ao3 link here!

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“TUBBO! BITCH BOY!”

Oh boy. “Gimme a second, Michael,” Tubbo says, putting down his crayon, and crosses over to the window. Michael snuffles agreeably, scribbling with a fistful of blue crayons. They’d been drawing the scenery outside their house.

He opens the window enough to fit his head out, braces himself against the gust of cold air, and shouts, “What do you want?”

Below him, Tommy is red-cheeked and grinning, hands shoved in his pockets. His hair sticks out in a big poof from the beanie he’s pulled over his ears. “Quit hanging out with your son and come sing with me.”

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Someday, he will have to tell Michael about his past. But today Michael will go on without knowing, and – and he can leave it at that.

Tubbo and Michael, figuring each other out through the lens of a fraught family history.

Tubbo & Michael USB, post-canon, 3k, complete. My gift for @thatweirdguyinthebushes for the Tubbo_HQ secret santa this year :D

ao3 link here!

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Tubbo does not envy anyone the task of going through his things, once he’s dead.

He’s sitting on the floor, going through Ranboo’s paperwork while Michael plays nearby in Ranboo’s things, burbling to himself. The clean-out is much needed. Tubbo had been tripping over Ranboo’s things for the last several weeks, unwilling to pack them up, as if it were a final acceptance that Ranboo was – gone.

But last night Michael had almost gotten his hands on Ranboo’s sword, and Michael was too young to know to stay away from things that were dangerous. So. Packing his things.

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The New L'Manburg Times

The New L'Manburg Times: Thursday, December 3, 2020
On the brink of war with the Greater Dream SMP, New L'Manburg’s President Tubbo Underscore struggles to navigate public opinion, foreign policy negotiations, and his presidential cabinet.

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In-universe newspaper from the New L'Manburg era! Tubbo-centric with a splash of cabinet duo, 3k, complete.

my gift for @echotunes for Fic In A Box 2023!

Space Oddity

Aboard the passenger-and-trade ship Manberg, it is nighttime, or what passes for night, when there is no star to create daylight. The lights go dim in the hallways and most people huddle down on thin cots, lulled to sleep by the ship’s song. The day-cycle bustle is diminished to one or two crewmates sitting up in the control room to monitor SecSys and NavSys.

So when First Mate Quackity HQ, wandering the halls in a fit of insomnia, hears a distinct rustle in a corridor ahead of him – he follows it. It starts and stops in bursts, thumping occasionally, and it’s moving slower than him; he can tell he’s getting closer as it gets louder, the noise cascading and multiplying against the metal-paneled walls.

Quackity turns the corner into the corridor. He stops short. His voice is too loud when he says, “Tubbo, what are you doing?”

First Mate Quackity, aboard the spacefarer Manberg, is slowly wearing down from the paperwork-pushing his position demands. When he discovers a monster on the ship and an conspiracy involving Second Mate Tubbo Underscore, though, his life gets a lot more interesting – and dangerous.

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Manberg, in SPACE! with SPACE POLITICS and BEASTS! Cabinet duo and pumpkin duo, 8k, complete.

my gift for @rebelpeas for Fic In A Box 2023!