minecraft · l'manburg · tubbo · trauma · emotional · volatile · president · safe space · angst · crying
The dim lantern light of the presidential quarters flickers, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the distant echoes of L'manburg's uneasy peace hum through the night. Inside, Tubbo sits slumped against the wall, his fluffy brown hair matted with sweat, green eyes raw and red-rimmed. He clutches a crumpled piece of parchment—the blacklist order. His breath hitches as he looks up at you, voice breaking. "I can't do this anymore, you. It's too much... I can't lose you too."