Exam: Tubbo_beloved

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Ghobur

C!alliumduo my beloved

I wrote a poem about L’Manberg

You were built by friendships and kindness

Founded on an idea of safety (and destroyed by their blindness)

Thrice, the ground you stood on was broken

Twice, the people who made you were at fault for it

Your symphony is unfinished

Your legacy is incorrect

You were full of laughter, once

That’s what people forget; they only remember the pain that took place within you

And pretend it was your fault that it happened

Maybe you’d still be here

But the people who were loyal to you were kicked out

One died to kill his grief after he killed you

The other returned after being cast away, but was unable to save you

He is remained of you when his brother plays his guitar

He is reminded of you when he makes flower crowns with his friends

He is reminded of you when he sits on a bench

He is reminded of you when he sees redwood trees

When he hears laughter

When his best friend tells him a joke

Others are reminded of you when he smiles

But that’s been such a rare sight, since you’ve been gone

On the anniversary of your first victory he brings you flowers

On the anniversary of the worst day of his life, he visits that wretched room and asks what he could’ve done better to stop it from happening

On the anniversary of your final defeat he can’t get out of bed.

People still walk along whatever earth is left under you.

There is a bridge there now.

Plants grow from the obsidian that blocks out the sun

Life persists even on the tool that was used to kill you

The people who loved you remember you well

But your story hasn’t been told by them

It’s been told by the ones responsible for your downfall

And the ones who never held you close at all

History is told by the winner, not the one in the right

And your story is told by people who did not know you

And it is told wrong

It was in the Camarvan that Wilbur had held Fundy in his arms for the first time and whispered promises to the new-born, tear tracks fresh on his face.

It was in the Camarvan that Tommy had looked at him, with wide eyes and mouth agape, finally sinking in that this was Wilbur's son.

It was in the Camarvan that Tubbo learned how to tie diapers, until it had become ingrained in his brain. Tubbo would forget about it until later, when another child walked into his life.

It was here that Eret would ruffle his hair, talking fondly to him even when Fundy was sure he had done everything wrong.

It was in the Camarvan that Lmanberg and Fundy's childhood had started, and though Fundy's childhood had been mere months, it was with the Camarvan's destruction, that Fundy's childhood ended

c!crimeboys is so fucking insane wilbur is like "i am the worst thing that’s happened to tommy, i made him a soldier, i made him an exile, i made him love me when i know i don't deserve his love. he'd be better off without me but i can't leave him because i need him. i was never who i promised him i was and i hope he can love me despite of it. he's my brother." and tommy is like "wilbur made me who i am, and gave me a home, and a purpose, and being his right hand man was the most 'me' i ever was, and he's done terrible things, and he's hurt me. i don't know him anymore but i know him better than anyone, he died when he lost the election but he's still alive somewhere inside. sometimes it hurts to be around him but i'll follow him to the end of the earth because i need him. i'm a shell of the kid he's left behind and i hope he can love me despite of it. he's my brother." and when they both see each other they see nothing but pain (past and present), and feel nothing but love (timeless), and they grieve what they were and will never be again, and when they laugh it's like nothing ever changed. they're brothers.

kit conner isn’t queerbaiting you.

billie ellish isn’t queerbaiting you.

taylor swift isn’t queerbaiting you.

harry styles isn’t queerbaiting you.

REAL PEOPLE ARENT QUEERBAITING YOU!! it’s a term used in media literacy. no one owes you an explanation about their sexuality.

c!Tommy was never a vengeful character. He didn’t try to kill c!Dream to punish him for the pain he went through. Tommy wanted catharsis for his trauma and then a peaceful life afterwards. Even though he didn’t want to kill anyone (he says so to Tubbo in the finale, while theyre planning to attack Dream,) he thought it was the only choice he had.

Tommy didn’t want to kill. He didn’t want revenge. He only committed to it because he was convinced it was the only solution, the only way to find that catharsis and peace. Tommy’s happy ending was never about murder or revenge, but about healing from his trauma. Understanding Dream gave Tommy the catharsis he wanted. For him, it made it make sense. Does that mean he forgave Dream? Probably not, though it’s hard to know since the nuke came so soon after. But when Dream asked if it was too late, when he expressed for the first time a willingness to change, Tommy realized he didn’t have to kill for the catharsis & peace he wanted.

It’s not an ending that’s for everybody, and that’s okay. You don’t have to like the finale, there’s a million other shows and books you will like. But I loved it. To me, there’s no happy ending more powerful than kindness, empathy, and understanding being more powerful than anything else. Even if the loss of the old server & memories after the nukes and the Incident is tragic, to me that only makes the finale bittersweet. I’ll always enjoy a story about compassion over a story about just revenge, especially when it’s so much more fitting to who Tommy is as a character.