#rust bc sad

ALRIGHT so i won't lie i am entirely bullshitting this based off of like Two wilbur vods so it may or may not b accurate but im having fun so <3 thats what matters.

basic gist is it centers around tubbo and ranboo, specifically when ranboo first arrives and is very confused bc No Memories. tubbo is fucking unhinged and on a whim decides not to kill him even tho yknow. cannibalism and shit. but yeah I'll be honest the plot is struggling to come along thus far but im thinking it'll be about the two of them trying to figure out exactly Why they're here on the island (or why anyone is, no one remembers Before). but, minor issue, i dont even have authors omnipotence of what the fuck is happening afjjsgcjscjsjf so im gonna have to figure that one out

anyway its fun, have an excerpt of ranboo meeting tubbo :]]

[ID: an excerpt from a notes document:

The stranger scrambles back against the rough bark of a pine tree, knocking their head on the trunk to avoid the knife at their throat. He holds up his hands in surrender, terror across his features.

"Oh God," he stares down the blade only centimeters from his face, "R-- Ranboo. My name's Ranboo."

Tubbo narrows his eyes, lowering his weapon ever so slightly, "What type of dumbass name is that?? Ranboo." He drags out the first syllable, seeming to taste the letters on his tongue.

"And what're you doing here?" He questions, raising the blade back from where he lazily let it lower to.

"I-- Um," they stammer, looking for the correct words, "same as you, probably, I--"

Cackling laughter cuts them off, "I sure fuckin' hope not!" Tubbo smiles wildly. "These're my hunting grounds, y'see." He leans forward, close as ever to the stranger's face.

"And I have half a mind to put you on the menu."

finally got around to posting the first chapter of my sbi rust au! very short but I wanted to at least do something to get myself to Actually Work on it lmao

[ID: a full-body pencil sketch of sbi rust tubbo. He is looking to the side with a mischievous glare and a smile. She has messy dark hair that is a little shorter than shoulder-length. He's wearing several layers of shirts with a ripped up jacket over them. She has a small knife and a bone strapped across one arm and a rifle strapped across her back. His jeans are patched up and stitched at several places, and are tucked into his boots loosely. In her right hand, she has a nail-covered baseball bat. /end ID]

[ID 1: a full-body pencil sketch of sbi rust tubbo. He is looking to the side with a mischievous glare and a smile. She has messy dark hair that is a little shorter than shoulder-length. He's wearing several layers of shirts with a ripped up jacket over them. She has a small knife and a bone strapped across one arm and a rifle strapped across her back. His jeans are patched up and stitched at several places, and are tucked into his boots loosely. In her right hand, she has a nail-covered baseball bat. /end ID]

[ID 2: a full-body pencil sketch of sbi rust ranboo. They are tall and have light brown hair and a neutral expression. He is wearing a black turtleneck with a sweatshirt over it, his hands tucked into the front pocket. They have torn up jeans that are cuffed at the bottom, and mis-matched converse. He has a satchel over his shoulder. /end ID]

[ID: a full-body pencil sketch of sbi rust ranboo. They are tall and have light brown hair and a neutral expression. He is wearing a black turtleneck with a sweatshirt over it, his hands tucked into the front pocket. They have torn up jeans that are cuffed at the bottom, and mis-matched converse. He has a satchel over his shoulder. /end ID]