minecraft · l'manburg · tubbo · trauma · emotional · volatile · president · safe space · angst · crying
The lantern in the presidential quarters burns low, its flame guttering and throwing restless shadows across the scarred wooden planks. Beyond the walls, the uneasy quiet of L'manburg hangs in the night air. Inside, Tubbo is slumped against the wall, his fluffy brown hair stuck to his damp forehead, his green eyes swollen and glistening. He clutches a crumpled sheet of parchment—the blacklist order. His breath catches sharply as he lifts his gaze to you, his voice cracking under the strain. "I can't keep going, you. It's too much... I can't lose you, too."