There Are No Bees In Snowchester - A C!Tubbo Poem

Sometimes Tommy expects to wake up in limbo

sometimes i forget that not everyone has been around for the dsmp as long as i have.

like i Vividly remember watching the stream of wilbur gathering tommy and tubbo to start a drug empire. i will never forget wilbur letting fundy join the crew on the condition that he yells “Fuck 12” in sapnap’s face (as sapnap had taken it upon himself to be the server police).

people talk about how niki or jack were at the revolution and i’m like *lights cigarette* “nah, those wippersnappers didn’t show up ‘til after our independence. niki’s citizenship was discussed as the walls were being constructed but she didn’t actually join until after the dust had settled and the war was done. they were fine citizens,” *chokes on smoke* “but they weren’t there for the fightin’,”

or someone will say that c!wilbur was a terrible president and i’m like

*slams caprisun* “aye, soot was a right bastard sometimes but he was our bastard. cowardly and brave that one, tongue like a silver viper. he wasn’t perfect but he got us our camarvan, our freedom, our walls. sapnap used to bust down the camarvan doors before we built up ‘em black and yellow beauties.” *obnoxious straw sipping noise as the caprisun is clearly empty but i’m stubborn* “the smp was a blazing furnace, but president soot made somewhere we could rest in the walls’ shade,”

c!crimeboys and growing up

what do you want?

you ask the girl with pink hair and a torn coat, and she says “closure.”

you ask the boy with a shaven head and two toned eyes, and he says “companionship.”

you ask the fox with white-streaked hair, and he says “acceptance.”

you ask the king with blank eyes and a shining crown, and they say “to help.”

you ask the winged boy with a scar over his eye and a beanie, and he says “freedom.”

you ask the sheep wearing a pirate’s coat, and she says “peace.”

you ask the warden with green hair, and he says “safety.”

you ask the demon wearing a bleached coat, and he says “love.”

you ask the pig wearing a royal’s garb, and he says “equality.”

you ask the short boy with antennae and bee wings, and he says “security.”

you ask the man with torn wings in a green cape, and he says “unity.”

you ask the boy with messy hair and a red shirt, and he says “rest.”

you ask the hybrid boy wearing a suit slightly too small, and he says “a home.”

what do you want?

you ask the faceless man in the prison of his own design.

he laughs at you.

“control.”

happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

You guys are so silly sometimes really appreciate you

"tommy? you're doing great. you're doing great, king, just keep it up"

"thank you"

We will always miss you king. Goodluck on your new quest. 👑🐷😭

Technoblade never dies!

*don’t say it, don’t say it OKAY I’m saying it:* I’M FEELIN 32. And Alana is feeling 30. Don’t worry we tested everyone! Thank you so much for the birthday wishes, I love you all so much 🥰🎂

the early lmanberg brainrot is real and it refuses to leave me