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i-got-hit-by-a-planet · 1 year

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please, explain the entire premise of the qsmp to me.

tell me all the little bits and details.

tell me everything.

think of this... as an informational post, for those such as myself uneducated in the world of the qsmp.

thank you.

oh shit oh fuck okay i'm gonna do my best, yeah? just keep in mind three things: i only watch charlie's pov, i got into qsmp the day they got the eggs (so like two weeks late) and it's currently 3am

now let's get into qsmp

but i'm actually gonna be explaining the past two weeks, from the day they got their eggs, since i never really caught up with Charlie's pre-egg vods

so, to set the scene, the smp is on an island - the Quasadilla Island and the players are not allowed to leave; there is a big wall running through like half of the island, a lot of people have houses in and on the wall

also, the server has a lot of cool mods! there are new bioms, mobs, activities (painting, photography, etc) and weapons (like guns and bombs)

the thing is, they broke the wall and woke up a dragon that was apparently sleeping on the island; and since the dragon left somebody needs to watch out after its eggs

most of the players are paired up - one english speaker and one spanish, and they get to pick their own eggs. due to luzu and wilbur's absence, bad and quackity are both single parents to their eggs

the ones we're gonna focus on are the flippos because i love them.

so you've got Slimecicle, ElMariana and their egg daughter JuanaFlippa - and from the very start they establish themselves as The Drama; they argue a lot and since they are very poor they can't really take care of Flippa, also Mariana is known for having a romance with Foolish (which is problematic since Slime and Mariana are now married)

for the life of me i can't remember why they did it but the two of them went to see Foolish and Vegetta's kid and after destroying its bedroom they are absoluely convinced that they killed it. they leave a sign suggesting that somebody drowned the kid and they ran away.

they take a picture of Flippa's bedroom in the same state as Leonard@'s as an alibi AND THEN then they make a deal with little jesus (rubius) to atone for their sins

they're making badboyhalo a farm and in exchange lil J will grant JuanaFlippa an additional life <this is important later

oh, and because neither Charlie nor Mariana showed up for a while, Flippa lost one life to neglect, leaving her on one life since all eggs have two

the next couple days it's mostly Charlie hanging out with Flippa but there's one thing you need to know - satan is real (also rubius) and he will give Juana a gun if charlie kills somebody else's egg in return; Slime tricks Philza into logging off by pretending that Phil's audio is glitching and during that time he breaks the bed in which Chayanne (Phil and Missasinfonia's kid) is sleeping - by doing that he establishes a rule that breaking a sleeping egg's bed means killing the egg < also important

on his quest of revenge Phil tries to kill Flippa the very same day but she kills him with the gun Satan gave her and Slime makes Phil promise not to hurt her

in the meantime Flippa becomes friends with Tilin - Quackity's kid. together the four of them (slime, q and eggs) build little J a house and decide to become family (: flippa hits the sickest water bucket on lil J's request and then tilin and flippa have a sleepover at charlie's

the next day Mariana spends time with Juana and after a whole day he tucks her to bed and accidentaly breaks it, killing her as per the rule that Charlie established; immediately after he goes to play crab game (or something like that)

next time he logs in, charlie tries to go on a rampage to kill everybody's eggs but he fails lmao, he cries himself to sleep while jaiden does a dramatic reading of blue by eiffel65

ok now i gotta be real - i did not catch this particular stream but what i know is, charlie was out with tilin, flippa and roier, he was fightning mobs and his sword had sweeping edge. he kills Tilin and then sad (since he came to love him as his own) he gives Flippa all his stuff except for a flower she gave him a long time ago, leaves Flippa under Roier's care and sets out to find a way to bring back Tilin

then they have the trial! it's Mariana & Roier against Charlie & Jaiden & Quackity & Foolish & Fit & Bad; i could talk about the court case itself for an hour but the gist is, jaiden slayed absolute penis, slimeriana made out, the cheating allegations (of foolish and Mariana) were presented and Philza's testimony of Charlie killing his kid was deemed irrelevant to the case

the judge (Maximus) decides that JuanaFlippa will be revived since her death was a mistake but both parents must spend 10 minutes in jail and then attend couples therapy

Foolish tries to assassinate the two of them while in jail but fails and is imprisoned himself; Mariana and Slime break out of jail so they don't miss Flippa's revival

Juana is back! they take her home, tuck her to bed and then roleplay having sex to coldplay outside

The next day Mariana and Roier take their eggs out to a dungeon (?) and the same thing happens to Flippa as it did to Tilin. she dies only two days after being revived

in today's stream Charlie is in exile and he decides to build a shrine for little J to convince him to switch Juana's backup life (from the farm deal!) to Tilin - he doesn't know that Flippa is dead yet; he's first told by the creepy white island person? (i'm not really sure who they are since it's pre-egg lore but i know they have something to do with census bureau) while gathering supplies but he doesn't believe them and continues work on the shrine; he summons lil J and reminds him of the deal, lil J confirms that Flippa is dead again

Slime decides to switch and ask for Flippa back instead of Tilin; lil J takes him to see the farm since he never saw it and decides to talk with God. he comes back after a while and says that God will take Juana's case to the council of gods and it might take a couple of days, and then he goes back to tormenting other members

before ending stream, Slime says that he didn't expect that to work and that if he does get Flippa back he's gonna go back into exile so nobody sees her

and this is pretty much it! i'm not sure if this is what you had in mind when you asked anon but it is now 4am and i was meant to work on a fic in this time

apologies for any mistakes it is late and i'm not editing this

#let me know if i got something wrong; im writing it 100% from memory #and that memory is from clips. posts. and streams i cought at ungodly hours #why is it just a summary of charlies pov #qsmp #juanaflippa #luka talks #ask!!!!

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wanderinginksplot · 2 years

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Now Boarding

The reader celebration continues! I hope you know just how amazing you are!

Word Count: 3,800

Warnings: Mild harassment/teasing

Artist's Eye (Count + Denal)

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You finished up on the datapad, summarizing what you had found. "According to the Resolute's records, we do have two of the Z-6s onboard. However, based on what you told me about the mission, I would suggest switching to Accelerated Charged Particle Array guns. They have most of the features you'll be using without some of the bulk."

"Are you trying to tell us you don't think we can lift that much, Count?" Swoop teased.

"Yeah, I don't spend so much time working out just to look pretty," Ronto told you, flexing his biceps when you looked up at him.

You glanced away quickly, trying not to focus on the way the black fabric of his body glove clung to the muscle. Shyness had always been your fatal flaw and you wanted to curse as you felt the heat rising in your face. You were fine as long as you were focused on the ship's inventory, the numbers and locations streaming across your screen.

You glanced down at that screen now. "We have more of the ACPAs onboard. As you know, they can pierce deflector shields. That sounds like something you’ll need. I can have a few of them brought to you if you want to make that change."

Abruptly, your view of the screen was blocked by something dark and close. You blinked at what turned out to be an arm and followed it up to Ronto's grinning face. "C'mon, Count, admit it. You just want me for my body."

"Can you please just… focus, please?"

Ugh, you had said 'please' too many times.

Swoop stepped up to push his brother back. "Yeah, Ronto, focus. This is much more impressive."

You tried not to watch, sure from Swoop's tone that you wouldn't like what you were going to see. Still, your attention was caught by Swoop as he started flexing his pectoral muscles, simultaneously at first, then one at a time.

"You guys are ridiculous," you muttered as quietly as you could, looking back at the datapad. It didn't do anything to stop the teasing, but it made you feel a little better.

The troopers could be obnoxious and you often found them overwhelming, but you knew they weren't trying to bother you for real. It was… affection, sort of. The kind of teasing you would expect from a sibling or a close friend. If only you could build your nerve to tease them back, you would have a fine friendship with more than a few of them.

"Are you gonna sit there and listen to that slander, Count?" Ronto asked with a comically offended gasp. "No, you have to judge for yourself. Tell us who has a better body."

That startled a laugh out of you, at least, even if all you could do was shake your head and keep looking down at your datapad. The screen hadn’t changed, and wouldn’t as long as they kept not making a decision.

"I like that idea, vod," Swoop congratulated. "But we all know, of course, that the best way to judge is through touch."

If your face got any warmer, it could start setting off some of the artillery. Still, you had no intention of groping anyone's muscles. "I- I would rather work on your supply order."

"Aww, Count…" Swoop pouted.

Ronto shook his head. "Nothing but work, work, work, all the time. That's our Count."

Okay, you had been getting a bit irritated, but the 'our' in his statement had soothed that feeling.

"Are you both harassing the civilian again?" a new trooper asked, stepping into the room.

His voice was as crisp and sharp as the two blue lines painted on his helmet, running from under each eye and down the planes of plastoid. That helmet was tucked under his arm now.

Denal always stood like an officer, spoke to the men like one. But he had the same rank as most of them, so Ronto and Swoop gave him very little attention and - as usual - absolutely no respect.

"Yeah, vod, of course we are," Ronto told him. "She's the best one we've got."

"Now, don't get cocky, Count," Swoop warned, wagging a finger at you even as he laughed. Cocky was not a word that had ever been used to describe you. "We work with them less and haven't spoken to them as much. But their time is coming."

"Force be with them," you muttered, earning yourself an injured glare from both troopers.

"Maybe we’ll go find someone else who appreciates us,” Ronto said, openly pouting.

“The general said the escape pods are off-limits,” Denal reminded him, and you smothered a laugh at the implication.

“Fine, we’ll leave,” Swoop agreed, making a face at Denal. “Don’t be mean to her after we leave because you’re jealous.”

And then they were gone, leaving you to frown at Denal in confusion. For his part, Denal was staring around the inventory bay like it was the most interesting place he had ever stood. He was paying especially close attention to your desk, and you were immediately embarrassed at the mess you had left strewn across its surface.

“What did they mean, do you think?” you asked.

“Not a clue,” Denal shut down immediately. “I’m not even sure they meant something by it. You know how they are.”

You didn’t really have a response to that, so you just nodded. Every other trooper in the 501st had treated you like a sister from the moment you had first stepped into the inventory bay. Denal was different. He had never seemed to warm up to you. He wasn’t rude or unpleasant, not overtly, but he certainly kept his distance in a noticeable way.

Of course, you had heard rumors about the way things had worked on the Resolute before you got there. Maybe it would be best to ask him about it directly? ‘Direct’ wasn’t your best thing, but you could give it a try.

“I think... they think you don’t... like me. Maybe.” You had muttered the explanation and said it much too quickly besides, but Denal must have heard you. At least, you were pretty sure.

Eyes wide, Denal asked, “Why wouldn’t I like you?”

“Because it’s my job to order things for the troopers,” you explained, picking at the false wood grain chipping off the corner of your durasteel desk. “I know you did that before.”

He would deny it, of course. Troopers could get into big trouble for… acquiring items like the ones Denal had been sneaking in for his brothers. Regardless of the trouble, there was always at least one trooper on every ship who made it his mission to find the items the men weren’t supposed to have. Everything from snacks to certain holofilms were highly prized among ships as tightly controlled as the ones the Republic operated.

Denal had been the one in charge of getting those items since he had joined the 501st shortly after the start of the war. Now the troopers just submitted lists of items to you, personal extras snuck in like you wouldn’t notice. 15 buckets of armor polish, 55 trays for the mess hall, 2 containers of chocolate-dipped cookies with star sprinkles, 25 replacement DC-17s… You had noticed those items sneaking onto your lists, but you hadn’t said anything, and you always made sure the items made their way to the right trooper. More importantly, you often stocked some popular items to give to troopers who seemed withdrawn, or ones who had just lost a close friend. You couldn’t do much for the men, but anything you could do, you did gladly.

But you could see how that would be stepping on Denal’s toes. He couldn’t say it, since the practice was so clearly against regulations, but you had taken his place in providing goods to his brothers. You could see how that would upset him.

Denal cocked his head. “I don’t care about that. I didn’t mind getting my brothers the items they wanted, but you’ve taken a lot of stress away. Thank you for that. I probably should have said it earlier.”

You were stunned, so much so that you unthinkingly blurted out what you were thinking, “I thought you spent so much time here because you were trying to catch me making a mistake!”

Denal flinched at that, and the surge of guilt was immediate and overwhelming. “No. No, I wasn’t- I’m not trying to catch you doing anything wrong. I was just trying to… Never mind. It doesn’t really matter.”

Now you felt like an absolute monster. “Wait Denal, please. What were you trying to do?”

“I was- I wanted- Can I paint you?”

“You- What?” You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t say anything dumb in return, that you would make him feel at ease, but Denal’s question was so unexpected that you couldn’t help the confusion that poured from you.

Denal’s face took on just a hint of red under his natural tan, but he held eye contact with you. “I’m supposed to remove the nose art from one of the fighters and I need another person to replace it with. It helps if it’s someone who can pose so I can get the angles right. It’s always easier to work off a reference, you know?”

You didn’t know, actually, but you nodded anyway. “Can’t you just repaint whatever is on the ship now?”

“No, General Skywalker made that very clear,” Denal said with a grimace. “Right now, it’s Senator Amidala. He didn’t like that much. They’re friends and I guess he didn’t take it as the compliment we meant it to be.”

He stopped speaking, watching you with a hopeful and anticipatory expression. You sighed, glancing down at the datapad to stall. You had gone ahead and placed an order for two ACPAs for Swoop and Ronto, and the screen helpfully told you that they would be delivered to the heavy artillery training area in 23 minutes.

But none of that was helpful in giving Denal an answer. You were flattered that he wanted to paint you on the side of a fighter, but in what context? They called you Count, which didn’t say great things. Visions of your face on Count Dooku’s body danced in your head and you frowned.

“I don’t think that’s such a great idea, Denal-”

“Wait, hang on,” Denal requested. “Let me show you some samples before you make your decision. I promise I can actually draw. Give me a few minutes to get my sketchpad and I’ll be right back. Stay here!”

And he was gone before you could say anything. Probably good, honestly. What would you have said, that this was your office and that you were supposed to be here for the next few hours? Not exactly the stunning conversational starter you would have liked to produce.

Now that you knew Denal didn’t hate you, you had even more questions about his behavior. Denal was always hanging around your office, listening to your deals with other troopers and stepping in when they got a little too excited. He didn’t say a lot, but he watched what you did with a certain expression on his face. Almost longing, like he missed helping his brothers get the items they requested and would do anything to take the job again.

But if he had been so stressed and thus grateful to lose that responsibility, what did he want so badly that it made him look that intense about taking it back? Unless he wanted something else, but what?

Oh.

Heat suffused your cheeks and chest. Could that expression on Denal’s face be because of… you? Did he want to be around you so badly that he would spend his free time in your office? Lurk around to keep some of his more exuberant brothers from making you uncomfortable?

You were flattered, softening toward him, but forced yourself to pull back slightly. You weren’t even sure he actually liked you. You weren’t sure you actually liked him. Still, you couldn’t deny that your heart skipped a beat when Denal strode back in with a well-worn flimsi notebook in one hand.

“Here,” he said, thrusting the notebook at you without pause. “Some of these are older sketches, but you can at least get an idea of my art style.”

As you leafed through the pages, you definitely did. Whether Denal’s style had been influenced by drawing military emblems or if you just associated the style with nose art, it seemed to fit his talents to a tee. The drawings weren’t hyper-realistic, but they were accurate enough for you to recognize people and places. What’s more, his studies of texture, shadow, and perspective showed that he had as solid a handle on the mechanics of artwork as he did the subjects.

You paged past painstaking renderings of landscapes, and you would have bet a number of credits that they were places where the 501st had been sent. You saw armor drawn from every possible angle, as well as dozens of paint designs. You recognized more than a few patterns. It would seem that Denal was the designated armor painter along with being the 501st’s main nose artist.

As you worked your way back through the notebook, the subjects switched to people. You picked out different features and expressions, ones you had seen on various troopers as they came to ask for specialty supplies. A scar draped over an eye helped you recognize General Skywalker’s intensely focused face. Denal’s studies on the way shadows fell across Commander Tano’s montrals were so realistic that you almost felt like you could touch them.

And then you came to the last few pages. They were filled with studies of different tricky parts. One page was full of hands, each knuckle and nail rendered in shades of black and white light and shadow. Strands of hair streamed across one page with loving strokes of ink and eyes watched you from the next - looking amused, suspicious, or curious, but your favorite were soft with an emotion they shouldn’t be capable of holding without lips. Those lips were on the next page, smiling or speaking, parted to reveal a hint of teeth.

Those teeth were what had clued you in. They were mildly imperfect, distinct, unique…

Your teeth.

The hands were yours, the hair was yours. Those eyes had been yours, drawn in incredible detail, pairing with the lips that had been depicted in every twist and mood you had shown on the Resolute. You looked up at Denal, who glanced down at the page before blanching.

He had stepped around your desk in a moment, snapping the book closed. “So, uh. Anyway. What do you think? Will you let me paint you on the fighter?”

“I- uh… Okay.”

“Okay?” Denal repeated, looking at you with a hopeful light in his eyes.

“Okay,” you said again, trying not to blush as you nodded. “What do you need from me?”

“I’ll come back here when you have some time and I’ll sketch out a design. We’ll figure out the pose, you’ll approve the sketch, then I paint it. You don’t have to be there for that part.”

“Sounds… easy enough on my end,” you said honestly.

Denal laughed, and it was the first time he had relaxed since bringing you his sketchbook. “You may not think so by the end of this. I don’t draw very quickly, so the initial sketching session might take longer than you think.”

“That’s okay,” you assured him shyly. “I don’t mind spending time with you.”

Denal’s sputtered responses only stopped when he left the inventory bay. You were more confused than you had been in a long time, but there was a little burst of pleasure in your chest when you thought about the trooper. You couldn’t bring yourself to be too upset about the way things had gone.

Two days later, you were sitting with Denal in the Resolute’s hangar bay, sitting on a crate and staring at the patched-over paint on the nose of a fighter. Denal had apologized for the location, but had said that the troopers would be more likely to leave you alone if you were in the hangar rather than in a break room or other shared space.

You had been chatting a bit with Denal, but the conversation tended to trail off when he needed to concentrate on some detail or another. The most recent reason was that he needed to focus on sketching your smile.

That made you think of the sketchpad filled with features. Had they really been you? There was really only one way to know, but you honestly didn’t know if you had the nerve to just ask Denal. What if you were wrong? You would seem insufferably self-centered, if not outright paranoid. Was it really worth it to know for sure?

Maybe.

“I think I’ve got what I need with the smile,” Denal said eventually, his voice breaking through your flurried thoughts. “You can feel free to talk now.”

“Good to know,” you told him. You opened your mouth, fully intending to ask about his progress so far, but what came out was, “Were those drawings in the back of your sketchbook… of me?”

Denal froze. He managed to keep the smile pasted on his face, but it looked a bit sickly now. Eventually, he turned his attention back to the piece of canvas he was drawing on. When he spoke, his voice sounded very casual considering how tense he still looked. “If you have to ask that, I must not be a very good artist after all.”

That wasn’t a no and his voice didn’t hold the mocking tone you had dreaded to hear. But he did sound hesitant and doubtful about his own ability now, something you hadn’t heard yet and didn’t like to hear at all. “No, you’re a wonderful artist! It’s just…”

You trailed off, not wanting to be seen as someone in need of constant reassurance, but Denal looked back up at you with an eyebrow arched. “Just?”

“Just…” you blew out a breath and smiled, even if the expression sat awkwardly on your face. “I’ve never looked at any of my features and seen them like that. I’ve never seen anything but the imperfections. Those drawings… they made me look…”

“Beautiful,” Denal supplied, carefully getting to his feet behind the stretch of canvas. “You’re beautiful, Count. Hasn’t anyone ever told you that before?”

“Not that I can remember,” you said honestly. “Not anyone I would believe. But that’s okay. I don’t need people complimenting me every day.”

“No, but you deserve it,” Denal countered, walking closer so you could see the sincerity written in every line and curve of his face. “Count, you’re amazing. You’re stunning and kind and helpful. You don’t talk a lot, but you listen with everything you’ve got. And when you do talk? You glow with depth and thoughtfulness. I’ve never met anyone else like that, ever, and you deserve to know how special you are.”

You stared up at him, trying to process what he had said. It was true - you didn’t feel like you needed someone else to affirm you every day of your life, but it was nice every now and again. Just a bit of reassurance.

Denal held out his hand. “I think I’ve got enough done to show you what I mean. Do you want to see what I have so far?”

For some reason, your throat was tight, but you nodded and put your hand into his. Denal helped you gently to your feet and led you around so that you could see what he had been working on.

In the sketch, you were sitting slightly to the side. You had been balanced on a crate, but Denal had explained that it would give the eventual impression that you were sitting on the nose of the fighter. Your legs looked long and shapely, your posture effortlessly straight and graceful. Your face, though, was what held your attention. Denal’s work on practicing your features had paid off here - you almost expected the sketch’s eyes to blink as they met yours and the smile she wore was so contagious that your own lips itched to mirror it.

You glanced over at Denal, startled by the depth and beauty of his work, and he looked apologetic. “It’s just a rough sketch. I promise the final version will be more-”

He couldn’t keep talking, not when you flung your arms around him in a hug. A moment later, you remembered yourself and muttered, “I’m sorry, I should have asked permission-”

“You have it, just stay here,” he interrupted, just as abruptly as you had done to him. You stayed in his embrace even as he continued to speak. “You’re extraordinary. I need you to know that. You should hear it every single day.”

“Denal, that’s sweet, but I’ve never seen anyone with as much talent as you have,” you countered. “If you think I’m extraordinary, you need to know that you’re just as much so. Probably more.”

Denal’s back shuddered, as if he had drawn in a gasping breath at the unexpected compliment. No small wonder; it was likely he had never been told how special he was, not by someone other than his brothers. You held him a little tighter with the realization, but let him go when he made a slight move backward.

“Does that mean I’m extraordinary enough that you won’t mind if I keep spending time in the inventory bay?” Denal asked when you were facing each other straight-on.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to spend time together outside of the inventory bay,” you said quickly, before you lost your nerve. Your face was so hot and holding eye contact almost hurt, but it was important enough that you forced yourself to deal with the discomfort.

“Absolutely,” Denal accepted immediately. “It’ll take me a few days to finish painting the nose art, then my free time is yours. Whenever and wherever.”

You smiled and he returned it, the expression beatific. “I don’t think anything could make me happier than that.”

“Then I’m going to see how quickly I can paint,” Denal said, not sounding like he was entirely joking. “I need to get this done.”

With a laugh, you gestured toward the fighter. “All yours, Mr. Artist.”

Denal made a comically determined face and headed for the fighter as you watched with amusement. Your heart rate was still a bit high - you hadn’t pushed yourself like that in a long time - but it had been more than worth it. Denal was more than worth it, and you found yourself greatly looking forward to when the fighter was finished.

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A/N - I'm not 100% sure why I like Denal so much, but he definitely deserved better than he got. Swoop and Ronto are OCs who appear off and on in most of my 501st-based works! (Just in case they seemed familiar.) Thanks for reading!

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years

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Dream SMP Recap (June 2/2021) - Self-Care and Reconciliation

Fundy tries some speedy self-care to follow Quackity’s directions of “finding himself.”

Foolish finds out about the supreme fridge and isn’t pleased.

Antfrost seeks out Foolish, Bad and Puffy to find peace and make amends after what happened with the Egg.

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- Phil works on the basement some more

- Tubbo works on his outpost

- Tubbo comes over to the Arctic and visits Phil in his basement to “spy” on him

- They go to Tubbo’s outpost and Tubbo asks if Phil would like to make a TNT canon with him. Phil sees Las Nevadas

- Tubbo’s a changed person since he tried to kill Phil’s friend, and now he and Phil are on good terms!

- Tubbo and Phil start attempting to wrangle a Ghast together for the outpost

- A few days ago, Quackity told Fundy that he could have a plot of land in Las Nevadas under certain circumstances, and Fundy has a choice to join the nation or not

- When he and Quackity spoke, Quackity said that this plot of land can be his if Fundy can find himself. Fundy needs to fix what’s broken

- Living in the middle of nowhere away from other people isn’t good, so today, Fundy wants to take care of himself and become a better person

- Fundy’s snow fox is outside, but Fundy decides to let him roam for the time being

- Fundy goes outside and creates a board with signs:

FUNDY’S PLAN TO BECOME BETTER MAN:

Healthy diet! fish, steak, vegetables, fruit, dary, grains

Take care of himself. be able to cut down tree fast

mine diamonds

be able to accept therapy say “im okay with therapy”

good friends, get 3 people to say im a friend

sleep

take care of pet :)

learn to count

- He sets up a timer to do these eight things, and once it starts, he immediately runs off to fix his diet

- Fundy fetches some cod from the sea and spots Tubbo’s outpost in the distance. Curious, he goes over -- if someone lives there, that can go towards his friend goal

- Seeing that Tubbo isn’t online, Fundy messages Phil instead. He asks if they are friends, and Phil just asks what he wants. After a lot more pressing, Phil says they are friends! Fundy is his grandson, after all

- Phil asks if Fundy is safe. Fundy is overjoyed that he cares about his safety, and counts that as two friends! Fundy says he should come by to play cards sometimes, and Phil likes the idea

- To himself, Fundy whispers: “You are a friend and you are appreciated and worth something. You are cool. You are special. You are loved.”

He counts this as the final friend, and has now completed one goal!

- He creates a small patch of dirt and plants wheat, then goes mining for diamonds

- Fundy chops some trees and returns to his house

- On his bed, he psyches himself up and musters up the courage to say something

Fundy: “I...accept...and am okay...with...”

(he struggles to say the last word)

Fundy: “I accept and am okay with...therapy. I accept and am okay with THERAPY!”

- He then goes outside and learns to count by killing zombies

- After that, he has to go find his pet snow fox. He asks a nearby Enderman where he is

- Fundy and the Enderman go searching together

- Fundy can’t find the fox. He keeps searching around the forest, until he comes back towards his house and finally finds the fox sleeping on a nearby hill

- With all his other goals done, there is only one remaining: sleep.

- He goes to his bed, hesitates...

...and sleeps.

(This is a set up for next stream)

- Foolish returns to his summer home from Las Nevadas and finds the WAR sign, confused. He then notices the disappearance of the supreme fridge

- He reads the war note left in the chest for Ponk and is outraged. That fridge was his gift! Of all the buildings that have been built here, the fridge was the one thing he allowed

- There will be consequences, but as Foolish will be gone for a bit, he can’t do anything now.

- Foolish begins to go through the stages of grief, mourning the fridge, before leaving a note:

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You destroyed my fridge. It was my gift from Ponk. The one structure that was built for me on this server was destroyed. Once I go through the 5 stages of grief...I will then add on a bonus stage.......REVENGE

---

- He kills one of the L’Sandburg citizen llamas to send a message

- Foolish goes to the main area and visits Eret’s fortress, noticing the totem statue Eret made in mourning. He changes the sign to simply say “in honor of Foolish” instead

- While working on his pyramid some more at the summer home, Foolish notices Antfrost just over the hill. Ant comes over, seeking to apologize for killing Foolish

Foolish: Listen Ant. From the very start I blamed the egg. And I don’t believe the REAL Antfrost killed me. Nice to see some blue eyes as well

Ant: but we didn’t listen to your warnings, we had our chances and we betrayed you and our friends. I wouldn’t blame you if you killed me right here

- Foolish doesn’t. He tells Ant that he’s moving on.

- Ant asks if there’s any way to make it up to him, and Foolish says he could use some help gathering sand (Antfrost finds sand tasty, but Foolish doesn’t eat sand. It has too many calories)

- The two gather sand together

Foolish: I hold nothing against you

Ant: thank you

Foolish: Honestly I think the banquet has changed me for the better

Ant: how so

Foolish: It has given me new found strength. Basically from here on out...I’ll be less timid to take action

Ant: well at least something good came out of it

Foolish: So how about you Antfrost, what’s next for the old sly cat

Ant: I need to talk to Puffy and Bad and Sam and everyone I’ve wronged

- Ant asks if Foolish has seen Puffy anywhere, whether there’s something he can give her as a peace offering. She likes llamas

- Foolish thanks Ant for his help. Ant says if Foolish needs anything, to let him know. Foolish looks forward to happier times

- Puffy comes on later and finds the book Foolish left in the chest. She reads it, but she still thinks getting rid of the fridge was better for the aesthetic, and she had to get back at Ponk

- She writes another letter, this time to Foolish, titled “To my sharkyson”:

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Dear Foolish!

It was not my intention to make you sad or angry! I didn’t know you cared so much for the fridge as well. it was kinda ugly and it stood out so much from the rest of the builds! But I assure you I’m not allied with Bad, my whole goal behind L’llamaburg was to keep an eye on Bad so he didn’t build any further on your land or cause you more problems.

Once Bad was gone I fully intended to disband l’llamaburg and tear it down!

Sorry for any sadness I may of caused.. you don’t need a fridge though to be reminded of how Supreme you are!

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- Ant is at the animal sanctuary. Everything’s been destroyed, but at least Floof is still alive

- He saves Asshole the fish from suffocating out of the water and puts the fish back in the aquarium

- Ant goes looking for Bad. They need to talk

- They meet at the Community House. Bad hasn’t seen Ant in a while, he hasn’t been around. Bad asks if Ant is okay, and Ant doesn’t know. He died

- Ant asks what happened. Bad says things didn’t work out according to plan. Ant remembers Quackity coming in at the Banquet...

Ant: “Bad, what did we do? I killed Foolish...”

- Bad says stuff happens and he doesn’t think anyone would blame Ant

Ant: “Bad, I killed him! What do you mean you don’t think anyone blames -- Bad, we’re monsters! Do you know what we did?”

Bad: “W-well, I try not to think about it!”

Ant: “Well you can’t just ignore -- you can’t act like we didn’t do -- Bad, I killed Foolish, we were gonna kill E-- oh my god, Eret’s on the server too.”

- Bad thinks it’s fine, Foolish will recover and Puffy killed Ant but it was one for one. Ant remembers all the horrible things he said to Puffy before he killed Foolish and asks where Bad went afterwards

- Bad had no choice but to run. He couldn’t save Ant, they were outnumbered

Ant: “...Do you not feel bad about anything? Bad, we’re...we’re mon-- we did horrible things!”

Bad: “Well I mean, yeah, you did do some horrible stuff...”

Ant: “No, YOU! You did some horrible stuff! Who pushed Skeppy into lava, Bad? Who betrayed their friends? We betrayed Sam, Bad!”

Bad: “Okay, we did some horrible stuff -- hey, no! Okay, but -- there were good reasons at the time, or we felt like there was!”

Ant: “No! No no, Bad, we let the Egg control us! No! Did the Egg give you what it promised?”

Bad: “No, ‘cause...we never completed the plan...whatever it was. Ant, I can’t remember exactly...it’s not -- look, it’s -- I don’t know...”

- Ant asks if he’s talked to Sam and Puffy yet. Bad’s trying not to think about it, but Ant says they can’t ignore this. They’re friends, they should make amends

- Ant asks if Bad’s been back down there, but Bad’s steered clear. Ant is feeling normal again

Ant: “I...Bad, do you not...We’re fucked up! We did horrible things! Our friends tried to stop us, and we didn’t listen! We didn’t do anything!”

Bad: “There’s a lot of ‘we’ going on here...”

- Bad points out Ant didn’t really say anything. Ant accuses him of blaming him

Bad: “No, I’m just saying that...if the collar fits!”

- Ant says they both did horrible things, they dragged Hannah in, Punz too and Ponk. Bad hasn’t checked up on those three since. It doesn’t seem like Bad feels bad. Ant’s been gone because he felt ashamed

- If there’s anybody that they’ve hurt the most, it’s Sam. They were the Badlands

- Bad says they were brainwashed. He knows it’s not an excuse, that they should still own up to it even if they weren’t fully to blame

- They both killed one person each. Ant accuses Bad of putting the blame on him again and says that Bad killing Skeppy was worse because they’re platonic soulmates

- Ant wants an apology for letting him die and leaving him. Bad didn’t do anything, he just watched Ant die. Bad was caught off guard. On the other hand, maybe it was a good thing that Ant died, since otherwise they would’ve killed more people

- Ant says they should own up. Bad apologizes for letting Puffy kill Ant. He should have protected Ant, not just from Puffy but from the Egg too. Ant forgives Bad and says sorry for not protecting Bad from the Egg either

- Seeing as Puffy’s online, Ant suggests they go look for her. Bad says he’ll talk to Puffy later. Ant asks about Skeppy -- Bad talked to Skeppy right after what happened, but he hasn’t seen Skeppy since. They had a bit of a confrontation

- Ant wonders if Sam will forgive them. The Badlands wouldn’t be the same without him. He leaves Bad

- Puffy comes down the Prime Path and meets Antfrost face-to-face. The two have a bit of an awkward greeting

- Puffy reminds him of what happened. He doesn’t know how to apologize, but he says sorry. For saying awful things, for killing Foolish. He doesn’t expect her to forgive him, but he apologizes for what he did

- Puffy says it wasn’t right that she killed him, even though she was acting defensively, and she apologizes as well. Ant didn’t deserve to die either, he was blinded by the Egg. She holds Bad more to blame -- Antfrost talked to him recently

- Puffy forgives Ant. She asks how Bad handled it, and Antfrost says Bad is full of guilt and is hoping he can just forget about it

- Bad hasn’t apologized to Puffy, but Ant says he’ll get around to talking to everyone. Puffy made a burner Twitter account to hate on Badboyhalo and if she doesn’t get an apology, she might have to use it

- About L’Sandburg, Ant says he was there for like five minutes, but he doesn’t know what’s been happening since

Puffy: “Ant, you have to be your own person, Ant. He always uses you as his little pet to do things for you, and you murdered a man now because of it, because of Bad.”

Bad uses Antfrost to do things. Why didn’t Bad kill Foolish himself? Why was Antfrost thrown under the bus?

- She tells Ant that he needs to stand up for himself. She had to watch so many “RIP that pussy” and “Why’d you have to kill my cat” edits, it was the worst timing

- Puffy messages Bad asking if he’s apologized to Ant. They spot Bad nearby and walk over to confront him. He’s selling arrows

- Bad says he said sorry for letting Ant die, but Ant wants an apology for Bad making him do everything. Bad says they were both just following the Egg’s orders, that Ant had a grudge against Foolish -- but Ant says he didn’t, that Bad said he had to kill people

- Bad says sorry, but the Egg just wanted it that way. They accuse him of making excuses. Bad apologizes to Antfrost for making him kill Foolish, and the two hug

- Bad and Skeppy had a disagreement after the Red Banquet, and he has to check up with him to make sure he’s okay

- Bad says sorry to Puffy for what they did while under the Egg’s influence. Puffy was told that they were turning a new leaf, letting bygones be bygones so many times that if she took a shot every time she was told that, she would get alcohol poisoning

- Bad says sorry for everything to both of them, from the bottom of his heart. Puffy accepts to be the bigger person. They’ve always been a trio, always been friends, and now that the Egg’s no longer here, she’ll let it slide

- They do a group hug

- After some chatting, Puffy accuses Bad of having a Wattpad account to write Skephalo fanfiction and they continue talking about Skeppy’s merch boxes

- Michael joins the call! They all hang out together

- Later on, Eret and Foolish join in as well!

- A while after, they all go over to Ponk’s stairway to heaven to finally destroy it

(The build dates back to at least early July, possibly June, of 2020)

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Upcoming events remain the same.

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

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amazingphilza · 3 years

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maniac :: cc!tommy x reader

angst (?) , platonic (?) , gender neutral ! ib: conan gray’s maniac

this is satire & note that i write the reader to be a few months younger than tommy (besides that, i think it is fully inclusive !)

synopsis : you put all your hard work towards a useless crush. with no expectation for reciprocated feelings in the first place, it still all ends in a bittersweet slap to reality.

you grew up with minecraft and it was an understatement to say it was part of your childhood

even years later, you still maintained interested in the game

it wasn’t just a simple video game, the community inspired you to do many things

you aspired to be like the creators you watched at a young age like sky, dantdm, cupquake, stampy, and many more

making people happy and entertained was a dream

and when minecraft slowly began trending again in 2019, you started making your own content whenever you felt like it out of fun

you never got much views but it was an enjoyable experience nonetheless

but it wasn’t until the first minecraft monday you decided to push a bit more with your hobbies and worked hard to make it somewhere

however balancing your passions with school wasn’t the easiest

given, you were still only around 15 and your content wasn’t even that good

with not much of a goal or plan with your youtube channel, you fell out of interest eventually

you loved minecraft but you always a rocky relationship with it; getting back into it for a few months then pretending it never really existed for another few

besides the occasional videos you watched in your pass time, you didn’t stay that updated

then lockdown happened

it changed everything and even got you regressing back to old interests

soon enough you were back to minecraft

there was so much to catch up on

hermitcraft season 7 just started, there was minecraft championships, and smp earth and smp live, and so much more to look forward to watching

you were a bit late on both of the smps but your interest peaked specially towards smp earth and it didn’t stop you from watching the past videos

you first gravitated towards a certain youtuber’s videos first since you remember stumbling onto his videos before from your recommended page; wilbur soot

besides recognizing him from his you laugh you lose series and making parody-type of songs, you didn’t know much

however with a few clicks, you had binge watched his smp earth series effortlessly

you found yourself falling down the endless hole, finding more creators to watch through wilbur

one in particular caught your eye in an interesting way

tommyinnit

my god, how can someone be so annoying and pushy in these videos? like shut up already

and to find out he was barely months older than you frustrated you

you just wanted to be better in some way

if someone like him could be popular, why can’t you? yelling at others and causing problems didn’t seem that hard

and so you went back to working hard on your previously failed youtube channel but this time with a goal; be better than tommyinnit

it was a weird aspiration in your head but it worked

he was your age and successful, why need a better motivator?

tommy wasn’t the sole reason why you strive to make content since you truly did want to create videos to entertain people like the youtubers you originally grew up watching

and with the amount of free time you had, you thoroughly analyzed his content; what was the most popular, how he streamed, edited his videos, everything

you just completely studied the algorithm in general

along the way, tommy’s personality grew on you

tommy was undoubtedly a very loud and energetic person but you became fond of his ambitions

you understood why he was popular at such a young age; he was a natural entertainer

your spite towards the boy turned into a hope

a hope to be at par with him someday and even be mutuals

and it was like your dreams were suddenly manifested into existence

you gained a large following in the early months of lockdown and even was recognized to be apart of minecraft championships

it felt like yesterday that you were just watching your favorite youtubers livestream the same competition

and now you were situation in a team to play yourself for the first time instead of being a viewer for once

not to mention, with tommyinnit as a teammate

how did you manage to get so lucky?

under the excitement, you felt beyond never nervous waiting in the empty discord call for your team to join you to practice the mini-games

in the middle of gathering your thoughts together, you heard a sound from discord signaling someone joined the call

“uh, hello?”

you heard the familiar british accent you spent hours listening to from countless streams and videos

“h-hi! i’m y/n, how are you?”

you hoped tommy couldn’t hear the strain in your voice due to fighting your nerves, but you quietly celebrated that you didn’t freeze up altogether

“oh i’m good, thank you. and i’m tommy by the way, this is the first time we’re speaking, yeah?”

“yep! it’s nice to meet you”

“yeah, i’ve seen your name around the timeline a few times, you seem cool”

oh my god what?

“thanks! um i actually really enjoy your content not gonna lie”

“oh wow, good shit!”

and the conversation smoothly went on, bouncing back and forth between you two before your other two teammates joined the call

once everyone was situated, you decided to start streaming since it was your first mcc and you wanted a vod of you practicing to look at later on as a memory

your chat immediately noticed how much you were enjoying yourself, especially after all the short stories of talking about who inspired you in the past

the smile plastered on your face never left

after stream and your other teammates went offline, it was you and tommy left in the call once together again

“it was nice talking to you tommy! and the practice was really fun, i cant wait for the actual competition!”

“yeah definitely, we’ll for sure place high”

“hopefully. it’s my first time and i hope i don’t cost us the dub”

“nah, you think so? i mean rt and plumbella are also our team mates so you know, it’s all for fun in the end”

you knew tommy was implying the teamwork wasn’t going to be the best compared to the other teams but at least in the end you’ve both made a new friend

“yeah you’re right!”

“anyway it’s getting late imma hop off”

“okay tommy, talk to you soon?”

“yep!”

“alright byee”

“bye!”

the moment he left the call, you felt a sense of relief before a small wave of sadness took over

you wanted to continue talking to tommy but you knew you had other responsibilities to tend to

for the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop thinking of the call and mcc practice

the funny jokes, singing random songs, screaming for no reason, everything

it even kept you awake until the early morning

you buried your head in a pillow and screamed into it after realization hit

y/n no

no no no no no no no

you tried to recall anything that remotely related your other teammates which you remembered that didn’t include tommy

even if it was a few hours ago, you couldn’t pin point something specific

i must just be forgetful, right?

what the hell did rt and plumbella even say that whole call?

you vividly remembered everything with tommy and it was clear to you why

surely not

with putting a hand on your chest above your heart, you confirmed that you couldn’t lie to yourself based on the rapid speed

you liked tommy for a good while but it hadn’t clicked to you until now

eventually you fell asleep due to exhaustion but that’s to say you didn’t do so without imagining spending more time with tommy

ever since that day, time went by in a flash

your team didn’t do the best in mcc but it had been a while since then to have that as a concern

sadly you and tommy didn’t talk as often as you hoped but that didn’t make you have less feelings for him

on some days you felt bad since you thought you didn’t know enough about him to even be allowed to crush on him

it was a bit unprofessional but you were nearly 16, it’s normal to have these little crushes right?

eventually time came to rescue when tommy asked you if you wanted to accompany him in the dream smp

undoubtedly, you said yes

and for the few months during summer, it was where you two became even closer than before

however, once both of you two had to go back and attend school, it was harder to catch up with each other

even on calls together off stream, the occasional snapchat notification going off irked you in a way you couldn’t explain

only winter break was the small pause on your disappointment

but even then, it was a slow but steady hill of repressed sadness and frustration until early spring of the following year

you had hoped 2021 would be better than last year but after scrolling through twitter one day and seeing stans making rumors about how tommy had a crush on one of his classmates gave you the same pain you felt when school started last fall

you dreaded to look over at tommy’s most recent story time stream vod where all the gossip arose from; it was him stumbling over his words with the mention of a girl during a certain part

jealousy wasn’t the right word to describe the way you felt

you would never go out of your way to make tommy reciprocate the feelings you had for him

and if he liked someone else the way you saw him, you wouldn’t mind

having a crush is ecstatic, and if he has someone like that too, you should be happy

right?

you tried

what finally broke you was seeing a tiktok a few weeks later of tommy in college with eryn and another girl talking

you didn’t know how she looked like or anything but you wanted to sob

good for him

she didn’t even say much in the video and you dont know enough about tommy’s personal life to jump to conclusions like this

you knew you were acting irrational and you couldn’t be upset at tommy for something he couldn’t control

if anything, you never directly showed interest in him

you didn’t want to in the first place

it was a bad idea from the start

you looked back at the past year and all your intentions

what kind of sick fanfiction did you think you were living?

becoming a content creator, hoping to blow up, just to talk to a big youtuber you had a crush on?

oh my god

y/n what is wrong with you?

listen to yourself, y/n

you need to get some help

whether tommy was dating or even just had interest someone was none of your business

you had to move on no matter what it was and be good and supportive friend

it was dreadful to get over a stupid crush like this but after so much work you put in, you gave some sympathy for yourself

in a friend perspective, you were happy with whatever tommy did and was satisfied your friendship together, but you hadn’t realized how much you gambled from the beginning

and just for a crush?

you couldn’t comprehend how far you gone because you fancied someone

it wasn’t like anyone could get famous and become a popular content creator either

and now with you being on the dream smp along with a successful youtube channel at 16? you were grateful something pushed you enough to work this hard

but you’d never forget the fact everything that lead up to this point was a crush on no other than tommyinnit which first spurred from complete spite

“who’s the one better off now?” your thoughts mocked you from the complete irony

sigh

y/n, you maniac

#idk whether to actually call this platonic but it’s not exactly romance so #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit fanfic #tommyinnit imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt fanfic #mcyt imagine

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mariaiscrafting · 3 years

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Thoughts on Wilbur Soot? I want a full-blown essay at least 10k words/j. All jokes aside, this is an amazing blog, I come to it every day to see if you've posted something new :]. Keep going forward OP, you're truly amazing.

That is so sweet 😢 (/gen)

I was really gonna write, “I dunno, I just think he’s a nice dude,” but then you asked for 10k words, so now Imma actually rant. Wilbur’s probably one of the first people who got me back into Minecraft, around 2019, and he was the first person I felt comfortable enough watching the Dream SMP vods from, back in November.

First of all, the guy’s fricking gorgeous, like, ???? I never see any simping for him on my dash, and I’m just like ??? I’m not very good at simping over people’s appearances myself, so all I will say is that he’s fricking beautiful, jfc.

Second of all, I’m a music nerd, okay, and I really fucking like his singing. Back then, I listened to his music covers so much that I learned the lyrics from songs I’d never even heard of before I started watching Wilbur, by heart. Lol it helps quite a bit that a good chunk of my musical taste is made up of Life is Strange-esque, shitty indie songs that fit right into the covers he made back when he first started streaming. I’ve listened to YCGMA so many times that I have that same familiarity I have with songs I’ve listened to for literal years, knowing exactly what song comes next and when each measure ends and when the breaths are taken, etc., etc. He doesn’t have much finnesse when it comes to the technical qualities of his singing abilities, but he’s a damn good musician. His lyrical composition, chord progressions, little guitar riffs, emotion - ahhh, I just love Wilbur Soot’s music so much. I’m certain I’ll be listening to YCGMA in the middle of the night, when I need a good cry, for years to come lol.

Third of all, I really, really appreciate his openness about his mental health just, so much. He talks about his anxiety and getting depressed so candidly, he so easily lets his audience know about what kinda mental state he was in during uni and as a teenager and while he wrote YCGMA, and it makes me feel so normal. As dumb and cliched as it is to need a public figure to validate my own lived experiences, I do, and for someone like Wilbur Soot to succeed and be so talented, encouraging, empathetic, and socially active, despite losing motivation and energy at times, gives me a little bit of hope for myself.

Fourth of all, I mean, the guy’s fucking hilarious, are we forgetting this? People always talk about his talents music-wise and writing-wise, or how nice he seems to be, but they always gloss over his genuine comedic ability, and I ??? It takes so much to keep my attention these days, and Wilbur Soot’s videos are still some of the only ones that can manage that feat. He has undeniable chemistry with practically any CC he meets, his editing style is just *chef’s kiss*, and his laugh somehow makes even the most mundane of jokes seem fucking hilarious, it’s just such a delight to watch or listen to him do bits, man.

I left the best for last, lol. The main reason I fricking love Wilbur Soot is his political consciousness and the fact that his political beliefs align pretty well with my own. I’ve dealt with cishet, mostly white guys, both on and off the Internet, for so many damn years, and it’s exhausting. I am so tired of deconstructing myself and suppressing myself for the sake of social interaction, community-building, preventing ostracization, and being able to consume content without feeling enraged or hopeless. It is an exhausting endeavor to want to like and love all the gamers I’ve watched since middle school, and having to just push down and numb the parts of me that want to flinch at offhanded jokes and comments and exclusion from online spaces. Wilbur Soot is a whole other breed of CC. Lol uhhh, I guess he’s what most of the people in the social media circles I used to frequent would call, “a feminist cuck” and “self-hating white guy.” Which all really just means that he goes just beyond human decency. Don’t get me wrong, I do not by any means let white, cishet guys dictate my self-worth anymore, or even let them educate me; that’s what all the wonderful female and POC and queer CCs that I’ve discovered over the years are for. But there’s still something deeply satisfying about listening to this person who fits all the demographic checkboxes of the kinda person who used to make me feel so Other and Wrong, instead rant about how teenage girls can’t express their interests without being denigrated for them out of deeply-entrenched misogyny, or about how society needs to stop villanizing poor people and realize that government aid and social services do a great service for community betterment and are not just used by people supposedly leeching off the taxpayer’s dime. That’s not even to mention the fucking beautiful satire of the E-Girl Trilogy. I always wanted to rant about this, but I don’t know how exactly to put it into the proper words... Basically, as someone who has spent years and years retconning, observing, and caught in the midst of incels, conservatives, and just extremely depressed cishet men of all races, I am deeply familiar with all the resentment, anxiety, misogyny, homophobia, gender essentialism, and self-hatred that goes into creating the average 20-something man’s view on women, society, romance, friendships, and sex. The E-Girl Trilogy is fucking brilliant because it so accurately captures this cocktail of emotions and ideologies, creating a fucking perfect caricature of the average man who looks and is just like Wilbur Soot. The persona is so well-crafted that most listeners who aren’t familiar with Wilbur as a person, or his political views, actually believe these songs are genuine and empathize with the narrators, can you imagine? And the fact that, in the process, Wilbur himself realizes that all of it is a fucking joke, that the narrator’s views on his love interest are weird and creepy and not at all normal or correct, is what makes it genuine satire. He embodies something so perfectly, only to mock it in the process of showing off how much he can embody it... I love satire, but I fucking suck at writing or accurately embodying it, so I’ve always been so fucking jealous of and beyond impressed by the E-Girl Trilogy’s use of satire.

Lol this isn’t 10k words, but it was much longer than I fucking thought it’d be. Basically, I really like Wilbur Soot, and writing all of this made me realize just how much I missed watching his VODs and streams...

#mcyt #asks #wilbur soot #wilbur #Anonymous #phantom

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comradegeorge · 3 years

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THANK YOU. This fandom doesn't know how to treat women(hannah, minx to take a few names. and we all know happened with maia🙂) Dream, sapnap q and karl recently tuned into one of her streams i think? The 4 of them AT THE SAME TIME. And what makes it worse is that she was crying on stream and talking about her mental health while idiots in chat kept spamming about George.

Plus they keep making gf jokes..... they need to stop fueling the flames they're pissing me off.

And George isnt off the hook either. I'm literally a solo but the mf left the gee bit in his video and expected what? Does he not know his fanbase? If they are truly talking or whatever he should be the ensuring shes not getting hate/negative attention. Fuck him dude. All of them need to realise the influence they have over their fanbase, they legit act like children. They're responsible for their communities and for their fans/stans idc about people who say otherwise.

I really hope the situation doesn't blow up. So many people know about this, and like **twt is spreading this around even more.

Sorry for ranting lol. This has been pissing me off ever since that video came out. I'll never forget how this fandom treated maia. Ever. And gee doesn't deserve that.

under the cut because i rambled a lot. tldr like fandom like cc (hates women)

holy shit yeah. i didnt watch her stream when i found out that dream, callahan, karl and sapnap were all watching so i was only caught up on the fact that they were There. but then i watched her vod after and she was crying about her mental health and it seemed to be a particularly hard stream for her. (dream+karl+callahan apparently left before she started crying, but sapnap stayed the whole time) i saw geenf deniers say the boys were just there to make fun of the rumors or the fandom, and i was like ?? you would rather believe that they're (or at least sapnap is) jerks who would deliberately lead people to her stream just to talk about george when she's clearly very vulnerable? rather than entertain the thought that there might be something even slightly romantic going on and they were checking up on her as george's friend/s? dude

if they're dating, then they brought attention to a relationship that clearly isn't ready to be super public yet. which okay, fine, at least we can brush it off as lighthearted teasing between a gf and her bf's friends, right? and at least you can /maybe/ assume that both parties are communicating and are fine with it. but if they're not dating, then they're deliberately letting a female streamer get harassed. they know what their fandom is like. one of the few times george tweeted something serious was when he was telling off fans for being mean during loh (?). dream has tweeted about fans being embarrassing when females interact with the dream team. it is very very easy to check gee's indirects and see george stans calling her ugly, or saying that her voice is annoying, or comparing geenf to dnf. whether or not gee and george are dating, no one can deny that dteam know how much hate gee is getting and how easily it is to see. by fueling the gf rumors (almost every stream, mind you), they are without a doubt making it worse. and they either know this, or they're incredibly stupid.

in the case of george leaving it in his extras video, i think he shoud have just been more careful during editing? like maybe he thought by completely removing it it would have been more suspicious? idk. i think it was irresponsible of him. but also (assuming george didn't code that in himself) dreamnap + karl most likely knew that was in the code and they obviously knew george was recording a video.

i honestly dont know if george should address the specific rumors because addressing it directly might bring even More unwanted attention to it, you know? personally i think the best he's doing right now is adamantly denying he has a gf. but then All his friends say hes a liar, circling back to them fueling the gf rumors.

#neg #long post #this fandom seriously hates women #from the way they treat women linked to the dream team #to hating female ccs for typical feminine traits and being obnoxious about it like 'her voice is so annoying' 'she wants attention soo bad'#like i sincerely hope u grow out of your internalized misogyny #if u watch fifteen male streamers and not one female streamer fine. thats your preference #but if u say something like 'why is there no entertaining female cc???' go to hell lol #ok this diverted a bit from the specific topic but. yeah

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