ethereal
/ɪˈθɪərɪəl/
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𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞
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extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world.
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
This is a 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤
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꒰ 💌 ꒱ ♡ ༘°
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no┊ shi...
The short brunette stands shakily inside of his house, as he carefully closes the door behind him. It's okay, you're alone now. You can be a crybaby all you want now. He thinks to himself as he bursts into tears. Never in his life did he even consider the possibility of being under so much amount of stress and pressure as he is at the moment. He only remembered joining in to make a house, keep bees, make friends and do cool redstone builds to make his friend's lives easier. Not to fight for a nation he was now practically forced to look after. I never even wanted to join L'Mamburg in the first place...
Tubbo clenched his fists hard as the tears kept streaming down his pale, porcelain like face. He sniffed as he walked through his hallway into his living room where he kept his large, full body view mirror. He stood in front of it, and carefully observed his shaky body for a few seconds, before he started to feel anger boil within him. So much anger that he felt.
Why am I so bad at this?
Wilbur was under so much stress, and still managed to rule well.
Schlatt was hated by everyone, and still handled the stress well.
Why am I so fucking weak?
Why am I such a let down?
The thoughts didn't stop coming. After one ended, a new one replaced it, and then another, and another until Tubbo couldn't take it.
"FUCKING STOP!"
He shouted on the top of his lungs, as he swung his left hand forward with so much force, crashing straight into the glassed furniture.
Pieces and pieces of glass lashed forwards as immense, sharp pain instantly erupted in the brunette's hand, soon enough feeling it on his cheek, nose, and right eye. A loud crashing noise echoed through the forest, as more pieces of glass fell from their previous spot to the ground, shattering into even smaller pieces. The shorter stood there, panting and trying to fight the pain he caused. He looked up, only able to see through his left eye, and gazed upon the shattered mirror that was beyond repair. Finally, he screamed, falling to his knees as he let the stinging envelop his small frame completely.
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Tommy sat inside his tent, listening to chirp and looking into his book where Tubbo had written all of his favorite star constellations and bee facts. He smiled reading some of the silly, yet interesting facts, and when he turned a page where a star constellation was drawn, he'd occasionally pop his head out of the tent and tried to look for it in the dark, star filled sky. The blonde would also try to correct his friend's spelling errors here and there, sometimes laughing and giggling at the way he misspelled a certain word.
He enjoyed nights like this, because it felt like he was back in L'Mamburg. If only he hadn't been so stupid and reckless, and just tried to survive the two weeks he was put in probation. Now, looking back on it, leaving some messed up and sarcastic messages for Fundy to read seemed almost entertaining now. Tommy sighed, closing the book and taking the disc out of the jukebox, letting the almost comforting silence engulf him. After spending two weeks in exile, he has grown used to the silence, and didn't mind it as much anymore. Even though he still wasn't coping well with being alone, and had Dream to fuck his mind up most of the time, he felt like he..matured? Maybe...he just hoped he could get back to L'Mamburg soon, and show everyone that he wasn't the stupid and annoying kid he once used to be. He was going to prove it.
The sound of someone coming through the portal broke him out of his thinking session and made him sigh. It's probably Dream... He thought. He really didn't want to see hin right now, so he laid down, and was about to fake snore, when he heard small pants and grunts from the outside. What the fuck? Tommy thought as he sat up. He took his iron sword, and carefully walked out of his tent. He started walking in the direction of the portal, until he spotted a smaller figure. It took him a moment to realize that it was Tubbo, and that he was hurt.
The blonde wasted no seconds before he ran over to his injured best friend. "Tom..Tommy?" Tubbo said in a quiet shaky voice. Crimson liquid trickled down his left eye which he covered with his hair. There was also blood coming out of smaller cuts he had on his face, but the most damaged part was his left hand that had pieces of glass sticking out of it, blood dripping down his fingers. Tommy carefully hugged the shorter, pulling him close to his chest, tears threatening to spill over his best friend's state. Tubbo only managed to wrap on arm around him, not wanting to risk hurting his already injured other hand. "Tubbo what happened?" He asked pulling away, but still holding him by his shoulders.
"I kind off..." The shorter only lifted up his hand, making Tommy gasp, tears finally making their way out of his deep blue eyes. "Who...who did this to you?" The blonde asked, feeling rage flow within his body. Tubbo only shook his head, confusing Tommy. "I just... I just got really stressed and I...the ugly thoughts just wouldn't shut up...so I...I..." The brunette sniffed, looking down in shame and embarrassment. Tommy only put his hand under his friend's chin, lifting it up gently so he could look him in the eyes. "Does it hurt?" He asked gently, to which Tubbo responded with a small nod. "Alright...let's fix you up." Said Tommy, taking Tubbo's non injured hand and led him to his tent.
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It had already been about an hour or so since Tubbo's arrival. Both boys were now in Tommy's tent, Tubbo laying between the blonde's legs, his back resting on his chest. Tommy had one arm wrapped around the shorter, while the other held the book he was reading earlier. He was reading through it again, sometimes pointing out his friend's spelling mistake and laughing at it here and there. It was just like the old times. After a while, Tubbo started to get sleepy, and so he turned around, and laid his head on the taller's chest, and waited for sleep to consume him. Tommy smiled, and closed the book, putting it away and wrapping his second arm around his almost asleep best friend. He cuddled him close, until he eventually fell into a trance.
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Man oh man... Not me googling whether a mirror is actually a piece of furniture or not :p
MCC 13 was POGGERS! Emerald elves did so well! But oh god...fuckin build mart lmao...I swear if they got sky battle, and the penultimate game wasn't rigged and instead of SOT they had hunger games, I think they had a very big chance to win or to at least get to dodge bolt :'p
