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inf3ct3dd · 6 months

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streamer!ellie headcanons

warnings: yo no se

content : streamer!ellie headcanons 🔥🔥

authors note : the streets r calling and they’re telling me to write streamer ellie hcs….

- def started off as a faceless streamer. she wasn’t really comfortable on camera, and she just thought it would be way easier. you can only see her shoulders-down leaving her (deliciosu. scrumptious. yummy) arms in the cameras view.

- her twitch user is “creeperewman” cuz shes like…discreetly hiding her initials and referencing the best minecraft parody ever 😕!!!

- bought the most random shitty mic and webcam and started streaming 🔥🔥 she never got rid of either of them its part of her odd loser charm

“‘fartmaster69:it’s probably cuz your camera’ it’s probably bc of YOUR CAMERA!!! theres nothing wrong w my camera bro 😞”

“don’t listen to them…ur perfect 🤫 IM NOT TALKING TO U GUYS IM TALKING TO MY CAMERA”

- only had a few viewers the first couple times she streamed, and it was some random 10 yr old who kept spamming “yassss” in the chat and some dude who said she was shit at minecraft 😞 he was LYING

- started off doing minecraft speed runs (or trying to) and got like way good over time

- she randomly started getting more and more viewers, because people kept posting abt her and calling her fine on tiktok , making edits of her hands and her voice 😭😭 (real)

- as she got more and more viewers, she started branching out more with the games she’d play. def loves shooter games like cod and pubg, but she’d also play like indie horror games like faith (omg markiplier fans would know)

- she has a orange cat she named garfield (cuz…of course she does) and he’s always sitting on her lap during her streams or messing w her setup 💔💔

- def put stickers all over her headset and showed them off all proud on stream

- designed her own cute banners and stuff for streams 😞!!!

- def had a subreddit/disc server with her viewers where she’d let them give her game recs or make memes of her

- ppl saw her guitar in the back of her streams and BEGGED HER to play it and she had her own lil concert stream !!! she was so freaking nervous and messed up a bunch the first like minute or two but like after that she was in the ZONE

“‘ewswife: i wish i was that guitar’ oh!! you guys are so…kind!!!”

- when she INSANELY hit 1k, she did a face reveal and she hit 10k the same day 😦 the amount of edits that ppl made was actually insane. ESP ONES MAKING FUN OF DREAMS FACE REVEALLLL

- started doing much more random shit on stream after she got more famous. she LOVES cooking on stream, and she’d start reacting to random shit ppl sent her on the subreddit

- she cut her hair on stream once, and everyone in the chat kept spamming “yo bob…is fye” for like 5 minutes 😪

- “you’re at work watching me? i hope you get fired. i mean. i hope you don’t get fired 😞”

- she gets so many thirst comments and like…is terrible at responding to them

“‘ewleftbicep: you look so vulnerable today’ WHAT”

- she has her own apartment cuz of her awesome streaming money 🔥🔥🔥 soundproofed walls too cuz she’s. loud.

- one day, you were walking on campus to a class. you had your headphones on, listening to your main playlist on shuffle, when you got stopped by someone. you pulled your headphones off your ears and gave the man in front of you a confused look. you looked down to his hands, holding a tiny mic, and another dude holding a camera.

“what song are you listening to?” he held the microphone towards you, awaiting your response.

you quickly responded “uhm, last goodbye, by jeff buckley.” and stood there awkwardly, pushing a piece of hair out of your face.

the man quickly thanked you and you walked away, slightly suprised.

- after a couple hours, the video had blown up and the comments were filled with people complimenting you.

pickleluna: jeff buckley girl is so fine

minyonlala: 3rd girl is so bad

rilakkila: I NEED JEFF BUCKLEY GIRL

and unknown to you, someone else found you on their fyp.

creeperewman: guys what is the 3rd girls @. im literally BEGGING BRO PLEASEEE

- ewleftbicep: BEING DESPERATE ON MAIN IS CRAZY

- ewsgirlf: random tiktok girl stole my wife 💔

- elliewilliamsidechick: guys im literally the 3rd girl 😂😂😂

- it didn’t take long for your phone to be blown up with people sending you the video, tagging you in funny comments, and finding your instagram. you watched the video, and saw ellie was the top comment. you checked her profile, and saw how FINE she was, and immediately responded

- y/nmainn: guys 😳😳😳 what if i was the third girl 😳😳

- ellie checked her phone and saw thousands of people tagging your comment, and she wasted zero time following you on tiktok. and your instagram. its not stalking if its in your bio, right?

- you two immediately hit it off, and ellie loved the fact that you had absolutely no idea who she was. to you, she was just some hot girl. not some famous streamer you were obsessed with.

- she didn’t even realize you two went to the same school until she saw you in her astrophysics class one day, and she almost had a heart attack when you waved at her and walked over to sit next to her.

“what a coincidence.”

- she took you out on your first date to a planetarium, and not even a week after, asked you to be her girlfriend.

- she definitely teaches you how to play her favorite games. but she gets wayyyy defensive when you beat her.

“im just letting you win.”

“beginners luck.”

but shes SO COCKY when she beats you

“hey, don’t be so hard on yourself after this. not your fault im a professional!”

“aw, maybe one day you’ll be as good as me”

- definitely helps you build your own pc.

- loves watching you play things like animal crossing or stardew valley, always lays on your shoulder while you’re on the couch.

“why are you being so mean to gaston :((“

“because hes UGLY and he has an ugly house and he’s ruining my village.”

“wowww you’re bullying a little bunny man because he doesn’t fit your aesthetic 😒 so mean”

- if you like more aggressive games like cod, she loves listening to you talk shit while you play and always makes fun of people with you. (she thinks its hot when you’re mean to people)

- her chat absolutely loves you, and every time you stream together its a continuous stream of “me and who” and “when is it my turn 😪”

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comfortfoodcontent · 2 years

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I was talking to some friends about old hip hop music and thought I’d play a little game of - If I could only pick 10 Rap Albums to exist forever, what would I pick?

These are a blend of my favorite albums ever. To me it’s the best of the best here. I had some painful cuts like Biggie’s Ready To Die, Nas’ Illmatic, Method Man/Redman - Blackout, Ruff Ryders’ Ryde or Die 1 & 2, Jay-Z’s Vol. 2 and Vol. 3, any album by Big L, N.E.R.D.’s In Search Of.., Dr. Dre’s Chronic & Chronic 2001, The Lox, Jadakiss, Ghostface, Raekwon - Hell any Wu-Tang solo album really. But I had to think strategically and go with my gut. What would be the best variety and which albums do I like pretty much every single song on them. Here they are, in no particular order:

Wu-Tang Clan - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers): Wu-Tang Forever and future solo and team-up albums by the individual members also rank very high but nothing beats this original album that is memorized in my brain. Probably THE quintessential 90′s rap album. Generational anthems and a mind blowing amount of talent on display here.

Kanye West - Graduation: I have always loathed the man Kanye West but I can’t deny that for a little while there he had some crazy talent and made some great jams. But yeah FUCK that dude. I have to separate the art from the artist here. This album hit at a time in my life when I really needed it and it’s a foundational part of me forever even if I want to leave Kanye behind forever. I’ve never really been a fan of Kanye’s lyrics or messages and I think this album is him at his LEAST serious and that’s why it works so well. It’s dare I say, a fun record. Just a talented dude doing fun, basic rap shit with great collabs and iconic beats. No dreary slog through whatever fixation the man had that year or watered down pretentious dork message he feels he needs to tell. Sometimes even a circus clown can make you chuckle. I had a hearty guffaw here.

Timbaland - Shock Value: Just like Graduation, this album hit me at a really transitional period in my life and got me through a lot. While a lot of music for me unfortunately becomes attached to specific periods in my life and I end up outgrowing said times and preferring to abandon what I listened to at the time, this one has persevered and I can reminisce as well as live in the current day and enjoy the tracks equally. The collabs on this one are INSANE and so delightful. Timbaland may be the most underrated rap creator ever.

Puff Daddy and the Family - No Way Out: This takes the spot over Biggie’s Ready To Die and as devastated as I am to lose “Gimme The Loot”, this album has all bangers. Ever single song. This is that very small period of time when Bad Boy had The Lox signed on and was super cozy to people like Ginuwine and Foxy Brown. It seemed like they had or collaborated with the best of the best and that’s what you get here. Such a varied mix of tone throughout leads to thoughtful introspective songs mixed with go hard party beats. It’s crazy.

Nujabes - Metaphorical Music: RIP. Real talk, I could fill this whole list with Nujabes albums and mixtapes. Such an eclectic mix of East and West to create an incredible fusion of sound. I absolutely love all of his work. It is legendary and on another level. This album takes the spot as I feel it is the strongest overall package of songs and it contains my fave Nujabes beat - “Latitude Remix”.

2Pac - All Eyez On Me: 2pac will always be one of the greatest rappers and fly as hell guys for me. I’ve listened to all his albums so many godamn times. Even as a little kid and a stupid teen I always fucked with that dude. He just really cultivated that cool as hell aura. This one was actually harder than I thought as this album battled with Makaveli for this spot. In the end this won out due to the sheer volume of content as well as the fact it has my favorite 2pac song, “Picture Me Rollin. Disc 2 is definitely kind of weak but the collabs he has on here are legendary. This is prime Death Row Records bullshit and I am so here for it. Iconic. Sensitive. Hard.

Lil Wayne - Tha Carter 3: Man, I remember just playing this CD on repeat whenever I drove anywhere for like a solid year. Surprisingly, it’s not one I play a lot over the years like the rest of this list, but anytime a song from it comes on I remember how great this one really was. Incredible talent, incredible rhymes, a sense of humor, a message, great collabs, inventive and wildly varied beats, this is the very rare album that honestly has it all.

Mos Def - Black On Both Sides: Let’s start off by giving Mos Def his due. This man may be the most underrated rapper to ever exist. Constantly overshadowed by the big names, the party beat rappers, the clowns, and the pretentious bullshit rappers who think they’re him. A musical genius if I’ve ever heard one. Amazing beats, top tier songwriting, a flow delivery that can be as fast or as slow as the song demands, he possesses just an unparalleled musical talent. I also adore this one because it encapsulates that 1999 y2kcore new millennium era that I miss so much. I had Ms. Fat Booty playing on a Winamp playlist for years and never got tired of it. So good.

Outkast - Stankonia: This is my shakiest pick. Not for Outkast, they are ALWAYS going to make my top music list, but for which album to represent them. Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik is fantastic, one of the best debut albums ever, but the intros & interludes drag on you and although it channels that Southern Hip-Hop feel so perfectly, this isn’t them at their full power. ATLiens has them finding new lyrical vistas as they bring some of their strongest rapping skills to the forefront, but you can almost feel the alien theme, the beats and their self-producing trip them up a bit here (Still one of the finest rap albums ever made!). Aquemini, again terrific, but this always felt to me like the duo went to college, threw on some drugrugs, dropped acid and wouldn’t shut up about how amazing their grandmother’s vintage record collection was. Growing pains and a melange of different eras of and styles of music make this one feel disjointed to me. Love the collabs on this one though. Stankonia comes next and to me this is the duo at the absolute height of their power, a prime Shaq and Kobe. Such a wide range of subjects to rap about. Smart, impactful, creative lyrics blend with some of their catchiest beats. The collabs are great as these rap gods sook out basically younger versions of themselves to elevate. Not a fan of the interludes returning but this one is just a perfect example of quite possibly the best to ever do it DOING IT! Probably Stankonia’s biggest competitor for this spot is Speakerboxxx/The Love Below. Two separate packages from Big Boi and Andre, each maximizing their respective strengths. Big Boi absolutely murdering it as he just goes hard like a fullback giving you pure hardcore rapping excellence while Andre cooks up a pop/funk/jazz hybrid masterpiece (what Aquemini tries to be a little too much). It’s phenomenal. The only reason it doesn’t take this spot is simple - you’d rather be watching Shaq and Kobe play together than separately.

Ma$e - Harlem World: Ok let me get this out of the way. Dozens, probably hundreds of rappers are more talented than Ma$e. I know this, you don’t have to tell me. But, do I care? Hell nah! Ma$e is the first rapper I can remember being MY guy. I was 7 or 8 when he first debuted. I have 4 older brothers so I was able to osmosis so much stuff from them just by being around them. I remember just loving this cool young guy hanging out with Puffy rapping over some fun as hell ear worm songs. He was just so cool. I don’t know why but I really identified with him and he was my favorite rapper as a little kid. Harlem World was essentially my first CD. Not a hand me down or whatever but a CD I got for myself. MINE. And look, while in retrospect my man wasn’t the best to ever do it, he did have a literal Dream Team of people producing (Puffy, Steven "Stevie J" Jordan, Jermaine Dupri, Ron "Amen-Ra" Lawrence Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie, and The Neptunes), as well as an all star cast of collabs (Jay-Z, Lil' Kim, Busta Rhymes, 8Ball & MJG, The Lox, Total, and DMX). What a massive combination of elite level talent. It’s such a mix of styles and voices that influence every single song to be something creatively different and wonderful. I also think this album’s biggest strength is it just oozes FUN. Every track makes you want to dance, laugh and just have a fun ass time (”Jealous Guy” is playing in my head making me crack up as I write this.) Of all rap albums throughout history, this one is the most “Me” of all of them.

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crepesuzette2023 · 5 months

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Kiss ask game - 7, 24 or 31 please! (John & Paul)

Thank you so much for the prompt! <3 I chose 7, but I might do the other ones some later time, because they're also great. Kiss fic game—7: To shut them up (John & Paul)

Paul had taken things in hand. Made the call to Percy Philips’ “professional tape and disc recording service” after school, decided on the rate and all. And just like that, the Quarry Men had an appointment to cut their first record—not that they had a clear idea of what to expect. It didn’t matter: they were going places. John could feel it.

Things had moved quickly since Paul had joined the band. His presence made everything more real. The Quarry Men’s songs and stage craft were now the subject of serious discussion, and they had rehearsals, regular ones at that, most of them at Paul’s house. It could have been upsetting, but John found it fascinating. For the first time, it wasn’t just him who rallied the others, found songs they could play, and kept the band going. It was him and Paul.

That strange boy: so familiar by now, John could barely remember his life without him. At times, he was shocked to realize that Paul existed separately from him, that he smelled differently than John did, that his room smelled differently, too, that he folded his clothes in a way he’d learned as a kid, before. That he had a body separate from John’s. Useless dark hair: curly when it was meant to be straight, straight when it was meant to stand up. That voice. Eyebrows like lines of ink. Ridiculous bedroom eyes John should be teasing him for, except he didn’t want to; he was waiting for something.

At the moment, Paul sat on his bed and tried to make a case for one of their songs, actually his, Paul’s: In Spite of All the Danger.

“We talked about this,” John said. “We’ll do That’ll Be the Day. Democratic decision, and all.”

“Yes. But. We might have time for one more.”

“Could be.” John sat down next to Paul.

They really needed to leave if they wanted to make it on time. But John didn’t say anything, and Paul’s mind was elsewhere: probably with Duff and his piano, and with everything George had told him he’d heard about Percy Philips and his studio, and how he reckoned things would happen—Paul talked about all of this in melodious half-sentences, nervous, already annoyed by the mere possibility that the session could be a disappointment.

They sat close enough for their knees to touch as they sat sideways on the bed.

Paul was still mumbling something about the record and the number of copies and their names on the label, and he was looking at his hands as he did so. His hands were small and shapely and always busy: plucking strings,grasping a pen or a cigarette, or playing with stray pieces of paper, lighters, or candle wax. Swirls of hair were starting to grow on Paul’s arms and wrists, and for all John knew, the pretty oval of his face already needed shaving.

Not for the first time, John imagined running his fingers down Paul’s cheek and along his jaw, finding his skin rough and warm, and not as soft as if looked—

He was curious, that wasn’t news. Yes, John liked to touch people and to feel. To know. In the interest of broadening his mind. And there was the other thing as well.

John wasn’t in the habit of fooling himself, not usually. There was a name for what he wanted from Paul. It was all part of being different, and John had always felt he was different, probably from birth. His life’s mission was to twist the difference into something others envied and respected, or, if not respected, feared. Paul must have been going through the same thing. With a face like this, with a love of music and a notebook full of songs, there was no way he’d never been mocked, heckled, or bullied. Hell, even John had needled him a few times, out of habit, to test him a little bit. Paul had made a face and stood his ground, but he’d done it by closing his defenses, not by lashing out.

He was hard to read, Paul: he liked to be liked. A sponge for praise, that one. And he liked to be noticed for the right reasons. But he had a hard edge, too, and was filled with beguiling mischief. Not an ordinary boy.

And, God—again—his voice. Soft or silly when they spoke in the dark, screaming or velvet on stage, washed out and skipping with nerves, like now. Talking and talking. Another song, Colin’s drumming, advice from his dad…Have mercy.

In the end, it was simple: They would go to Percy Philips studio and play. But before that, John had to know. If it was going to be the two of them, he had to—he just had to.

“I was thinking we could play it faster,” Paul said, starting to slap a rhythm on his thighs, which made John think of his legs—the strangest, longest legs he’d ever seen on a boy—and now Paul was humming a tune, eyes half closed, using himself as percussion. So close.

John was done waiting. He leaned in and kissed Paul on his lips. Paul stopped drumming, stopped moving altogether. The silence washed away everything but the tea and salt taste of Paul’s mouth, and its unfamiliar, dry warmth. Their hands found each other on Paul’s legs, John’s on top, closing around Paul’s wrists…scared, all of a sudden, that Paul would panic and jump up. But he didn’t. They kissed each other quietly. And it was enough.

John’s imagination had taken him farther, but in real life, it was enough. Like this.

Paul opened his eyes. Light green and brown, misleadingly translucent. Heartbeat pulsing in his throat. He slid his hands from under John’s—they both watched their fingers slipping past each other, and it didn’t feel like a separation, but like a caress.

Then Paul made a face John had never seen anyone else make. It was a smirk of sorts, a playful admission of defeat combined with the promise to seek revenge. It said: you got me this time, but just you wait.

“We’ll miss the bus.” With that, Paul stood up, guitar on his back. John followed. It was as if sitting down had been the hard thing—the moment he stood and left with Paul, he felt light, relieved of a heavy weight. Set free.

#just me writing #mclennon #mclennon fanfiction #beatles fanfiction

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only-by-the-stars · 5 days

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okay no I have more to say about FF8

the Master Fisherman's quest in Fisherman's Horizon is so charming and a really good example of what I think is a great sidequest. you get a couple rare items, yes, but you also get to speak with lively, fun NPCs and learn about the history of the town you're in, further developing the world and getting some characterization in for Squall (the protagonist) too. that's what it's all about!!! I love sidequests that flesh out worlds/characters like that.

FH itself is bursting with charm, I love the story behind the town and the worn/rusty look of it and the music is so chill and you get a sense of a nice little community there. really well-done location.

I really like the magazines you can collect throughout the game, particularly Timber Maniacs and Occult Fan. even the ones that are just for unlocking weapons and Rinoa's Limit Breaks add flavor! but I especially like TM and OF because the former is connected to the main storyline, and the second one is related to a sidequest but also feels like a real magazine about Weird Shit. idk, it's just... one of the little gameplay things that adds life to the world.

people used to be really awful about certain characters, and I resent it. I remember people saying Squall was whiny and that his character development was static until an event on disc 3 where he did a 180. but... that's just not the case at all? this guy is a traumatized teenager yanked into things way bigger than he ever thought he'd be, and pushed into positions of responsibility he's unprepared for, and also his development starts way before then? if you pay close attention to him you can see it unfolding early on.

Rinoa got a lot of hate too, but a ton of that was just old-fashioned misogyny. :| she is flawed, yes, but in interesting ways that she grows out of, and is also a teenager. these people responsible for saving the world are all teenagers. please cut them some slack.

that said, while I am naturally inclined to prefer female characters, some of them... test me. Quistis is one of them. the way she treats Squall at the start of the game, saying what she thinks he's going to say and then giggling when he does say it, irritates the hell out of me, because I've had people do similar things to me and it's so rude. the way she hits on him is also uncomfortable. she's only a year older, but she starts off the game as his instructor and waits to tell him she's been demoted from that position until after being weird towards him. nope. don't like it. she gets better later, but man.

people used to make fun of Selphie and her silly little train song too, but I love her? she's very smart and mature and probably one of the most level-headed ones in the group and also she wants to blow up the bad guys, which. rock on, girl. I got your back, let's go do crimes.

Balamb and Dollet are so unfairly gorgeous. let me live there, please.

oh yeah, speaking of crime, I forgot to mention in my other post that we also kinda hijacked a train? and this one soldier chased after it trying to get us to stop and it didn't end well for him and I laughed so hard. this game can be really funny!

I like seeing people in wheelchairs in the game! it's just been NPCs, which isn't the *best* rep, but they're THERE. even in a MILITARY ACADEMY. in a game from 1999! and one of the ones in town talks, along with his sister, about how he's really good at scuba diving and taught her how to do it too, or something. it's a little thing, but it's nice, and it's sad that it isn't more common in fantasy settings even today.

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The radio. What is it about the radio? Even as technology has advanced, becoming something almost unrecognizable from the golden age of radio. The original radio play of War of the Worlds was aired in 1938. Let that sink in. The Buggles may have said it best in their 1979 bop: video, did indeed, kill the radio star, but that hasn’t stopped them from appearing in video.

There are so many great movies us radio as a foundation for the plot. Nightmare Radio (2019), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986), and The Vast of Night ( also 2019), a movie I should really get around to doing a write up on because I loved it, all feature deejays as main characters, and they are far from the only ones to do so. On top of that, arguably every ghost-hunting movie ever made can wiggle its way in there, most feature some kind of antennaed communication device, and often use radio as a ghost/demon conduit. For whatever reason, we all decided and agreed that the dead can speak through the radio.

Pontypool (2008) certainly isn't John Carpenter's The Fog (1980), but nothing ever will be.

Despite the lamentable death of the radio drama, horror has never let the radio die. Those little boxes litter the genre. They remain steadfast, still showing up in movies even as Spotify takes over the music streaming scene and narrative podcasts attempt to fill the void left in the wake of live radio plays. There’s just something about it. Something alive. The fact that when you listen to radio, you’re listening to someone speaking to you in real time; someone is turning tables and transitioning between songs or segments in real time. Even live television can’t compare because it’s performative. Radio is alive, which means it can be dead- have dead air. If a person stops talking or spinning tables, you won’t be hearing anything until the emergency tape eventually kicks in. There’s just an activeness to that. And an aside to say rest in peace to television dead air; in my heart, no “6 Hours Soothing Sleep Static Sounds” video on YouTube will ever do you justice.

Radio is more personal than all that. Someone is speaking to you, that’s simply the way radio works. "If you’re just tuning in, listeners," that’s you. It feels personal, contained, call the number and talk to that disc jockey to win tickets, to offer your opinion, to be on the radio right then and there. It's a slice of fame: everyone listening is hearing you, learns your name, is reacting to what you're saying. I’m sure it’s thrilling. I've always been too nervous to even try to call in.

Now I'm a sucker for a bottle movie, so I'm sure you can imagine my delighted realization when it became clear that Pontypool is one! Talk about radio being personal, save for the first couple of minutes where disgraced shock jock Grant Mazzy is driving to his new job in the middle of nowhere Canada, we never leave radio station. One big room? Seems pretty personal to me.

For those of you who might be unaware, a bottle film, from ‘ship in a bottle’ figures, is a movie or episode of television that remains in the same location for most, if not all the duration. While characters may come and go, we, the viewer, remain. Hitchcock’s Rope (1948) and Rear Window (1954) both qualify, as well as the more recent Circle (2015), and Hush (2016). Horror certainly doesn't have a shortage of them, either. While there are bottle films which take place in locations with more than one room, like Funny Games (1997 or 2007, both great) or Clue (1985), I’m preferential to the smaller locations as exemplified in Pontypool. I like the claustrophobia, the containment, the way these movies can make both viewer and characters feel like the walls are closing in. I like the visual representation of being being stuck, the endings often culminating in the escape from containment. Give me a movie in a single room and I'm practically in love. There’s just something about it- breathing the same air as it gets stagnant, seeing the same sights, stuck with the same people. It’s The Yellow Wallpaper effect. The movie operates on a simple premise but leaves a lot to unpack if you're in the mood for contemplation.

Pontypool is a pandemic movie a 'zombie' movie, colloquially speaking. If people never die they aren't zombies, but let's not get into that right now. The movie leaves whether people actually die over the course of the illness taking hold unclear. While no one is rising up from their grave, they still become mindless killing machines who eat people. One way or another, the infected remain up and about when a human would definitely be dead.

Still, Pontypool does manages to set itself apart from the crowd: the infection is spread through words. Specifically English words. The idea itself is interesting enough to cover the convoluted explanation the movie gives, but that might just be due to the fact that it's almost impossible to wrap your head around. A disease transmitted through words? How the hell does that work? Just thinking about it gets my mind whirring.

The film follows the early morning workers of the Pontypool radio station. Grant Mazzy, who has found himself with a dreg of a job after his untoward personality and “take no prisoners” approach to hosting got him fired and basically blackballed. Tech assistant Laurel-Ann, who is a veteran for seemingly no reason, is amused by his antics. Station manager Sydney, a middle-aged woman who is tragically and typically devoid of a personality, is decidedly less so. In addition to the on-screen roles there’s another impactful character who is only heard through call-in, “eye-in-the-sky” helicopter reporter Ken Loney, whose helicopter is actually his beat-up car on top of the tallest hill in town.

A bit into the movie we get the irreputable town doctor Mendez, who miraculously made his way to the station despite his office being the first location we hear about being overrun. Running, violent hordes that are shown to chase people and the greying Dr. Mendez makes it out and across town, no explanation offered. We're talking breaking down the doors and piling on top of one another like a small town World War Z (2013), or at least that's how the situation is described. If you aren't contemplating the workings of the movie's universe, like my aforementioned fascination with how the infection works, "how" questions can be killer. For Mendez's entire appearance I just kept thinking, "how the hell did he get out of there?" It's easy to get caught up in things like that and my suspension of disbelief is no more. This is a reoccurring problem for the movie, which I'll get into more later.

Since the program is a morning news show, the group starts off by reporting what is only considered news in itty-bitty towns like Pontypool, Ontario, Canada. Mazzy clearly hates his job, drinking at the crack of dawn and making fun of the townspeople as news comes in. He tells nothing stories because there's nothing to report on. In a previous broadcast which serves as the opening narration to the movie he reported on a woman's lost cat. It's hard-hitting journalism, folks. The first report of the day of the film regards an altercation with the police with an ice fishing shed.

After taking one too many mild crack shots, Sydney chastises Mazzy. He jokes about alcohol being involved in the situation, which ended as soon as it began. But he finds out through Sydney that one of the men is indeed an alcoholic. She implies everyone knows it, but things like that remain spoken of only behind closed doors. It's later revealed eye-in-the-sky Ken is a pedophile. Well, not exactly, the people in town just all keep there kids away from him. The dirty laundry is to stay in the basket. So, whether he likes it or not, the people of Pontypool need their simple news- school closures, weather, traffic. Particularly during blizzards, like the one everyone is caught in for the movie. Power is likely to get knocked out, which means no television news. The first iPhone came out in 2007, only a year before the movie’s release, so smart phones are still a rarity. What you have is your landline, and not much else. It’s radio news, or it’s no news.

Ken Loney reports on what is first deemed a riot which is of course slowly revealed to be a pandemic that turns people into violent cannibals that creepily parrot words and phrases. A bit into the growing situation, a transmission in French intercepts their air time which urges everyone to stay inside, not speak, to particularly avoid pet names such like ‘honey’ and ‘baby,’ ending with warning not to translate the message. Oops, too late, it’s been translated and Mazzy relayed it on air. So much for that warning. Also, lest we Americans forget, Canada has two official languages, one of which is French. It's reasonable, then, for the movie to have characters that know at least a bit of French, rusty though it may be. Since it's only English that is infected, other languages remain safe. That is, if they need to speak at all. Pen and paper are pretty good workarounds too, but still they chatter away even after Dr. Mendez's entrance. His first bits of dialogue include him openly stating he believes the illness is transferred through sound, and English. We can extrapolate through the characters broken French from later in the movie that Pontypool is predominately English-Speaking, thus explaining why the earlier warning was related in French. Anyway let's keep talking.

As more of Ken’s scattered reports come in, he relates his escape from the oncoming hoard, subsequent hiding in a barn, and the sight of a boy he knows crying out with the voice of a child while missing an arm and despite the fact that he should be dead. The employees of the station become a bit more frantic as well, unable to get much information coming from the outside. As an additional strain the Station has no windows, so they are unable even to see what is happening.

This limitation seeds disbelief, leading them to open the front door and incidentally inviting the infected inside. Sound is what draws the infected, so they play a recording to the loudspeaker outside: Sydney Briar is alive. This draws the group back out. Laurel-Ann becomes infected, and Mazzy, Mendez, and Sydney take shelter in the sound-proof radio booth. Mendez hypothesizes that only certain words are infected, and that one must ‘understand’ the word in order for the infection to take hold. What in the world that means is sort of explained, but really it's anyone's guess.

Time passes to the sound of Laurel-Ann relentlessly banging her head against the plexiglass window to the booth. After her continued self mutilation, what’s left of their young station tech dies. Eventually, and I do mean eventually, the remaining group decides it might be best to stop talking after Dr. Mendez comes to the realization that it is only certain words of the English language which transmit the disease, the first indication of which being the host’s repetition of an infected word. They begin passing notes to communicate. But when Dr. Mendez exhibits the beginning signs of infection, Mazzy and Sydney leave him alone to the booth. This is the beginning of the end, which I’ll leave to you to watch on your own.

So what is Pontypool saying? A movie set in a radio station of which the very foundation is the power of sound, where radio itself is practically ground zero. Who knows what words may set the infection off. Did Mazzy, who as far as we can tell isn’t infected, start this whole thing with his half-truth reports? What this movie hedges its bets on is the power of language and of sound. Horror is nothing without sound, and we don’t need a movie about deejays or radio to know that. For tone setting, for jump scares, for themes, audio can make or break a horror movie. Who could forget the the crazy and wildly listenable soundtrack to Suspiria (1977), the sharp iconic sting in Psycho (1960), or the looming staccato of the themes from Jaws (1975) and Halloween (1978)?

For those of us whose hearing remains intact, sound has power- whether you’re conscious of it or not. It effects everything you do, and everything you experience. Mazzy’s show is a news program on top of everything. English as the infected language, which doesn't feel like a coincidence. Casual half-truths with little to no foundation. While the movie takes place in Canada, Americans should be able to relate much of the premise to their own experiences. When did the news become a thing of opinion? Why has fact become so convoluted? How did it come to this? Where is the impartiality that begets news in its purest form, as a way to conduct information? The dissemination of not only ideas, but ideals, is perpetuated in part by news media. How many of us have tried to wean an unsavory relative off of Fox? I’ll do you one better: how many have made fun of and decried shock jock radio host Joe Rogan?

Information is passed through language, and the bias of those reporting it then infects the listener.

Pontypool doesn’t reflect on this enough in its runtime, and most of these musings are my own. derived from but not included in the movie itself. While it may touch on the fear of misinformation and the doubt that can come from being unable to witness things for yourself, I feel it could have been a bit more keyed-on, a bit more contemplative. Maybe even a bit more heated. There was very little passion. It runs around itself, in a way. Most of the movie is just the characters repeating the sentiment of not believing the things that are being related to them are happening, and then, once they’ve confirmed it, they can’t believe it.

Pontypool spent a good portion of its runtime with the characters asking if the situation was real. That can get tired very quickly, and it did. We know it’s happening because we’re watching a movie. Stringing a viewer along with character disbelief loses its efficacy pretty quickly. While character reaction may be understandable in a semi-realistic way, we aren’t watching the movie for realism. It’s performance. The characters need to move a bit faster, the actions need to be a bit bigger, the body has to react a bit stronger. It’s a horror movie. Pontypool just spent too long on disbelief, which caused a disconnect. It stated to feel winded, despite only being 6 minutes longer than my ideal horror movie runtime of 90 minutes.

I think they relied on all the weight to be carried by the concept, which I thought was so interesting. Unfortunately my interest ended up being only on the premise. Almost as if presented as a piece of news itself, Pontypool didn’t have much of a point of view. The script just didn't live up to the idea, and that drives me crazy. Mazzy’s a shock jock, but whether he was an asshole or a martyr is never really answered. What exactly was he fired for saying? We never find out. Why wasn’t there a brief comedy relief moment where he just devolves into speaking only in swear words? Of course, he doesn’t swear much because of the FTC but when they stop broadcasting? Or when he starts to lose his cool?

Sydney knows everyone in town and all their dirty laundry, is she maybe a little meaner than we had initially thought? Or actually, is there anything interesting about her? Because besides being the “mother” figure who admonishes Mazzy and scolds Laurel-Ann, there wasn’t a lot going on. Embarrassingly, her only defining trait is that she cares. That's just bad writing.

Laurel-Ann is a veteran, but why didn’t she have anything else to show for that other than the one line, “We have enemy combatants.” This last one really grinds my gears. The fact that she was a veteran went nowhere. No badass moment, no kicking zombie ass, no bodying them in defense. It’s a pandemic movie; there’s always an excuse to have your army brat character do some stunts. She was young too! She looked like she was in her 20s. Why was she dismissed at such a young age, or was she a reserve? Obviously she worked in army radio, but she looks fit enough. And if she did work in radio, why did they give her that army brat line and have her move like she was infantry? Or, if she didn’t have a reason to know hand-to-hand combat, why wasn’t there a little joke about that?

And Doctor Mendez. Why was he allowed to still be practicing despite writing phony prescriptions, a crime which could potentially prosecuted as a felony? Why does he still have a license? Sydney knew about it, but did no one tell the police? There's keeping personal matters private, but I don't think this one counts. And why, when they realize it’s the English language, do they not immediately switch to French? Why don’t they start to write notes sooner? For the number of times someone said they should stop talking, they sure kept on doing it.

I’m getting frustrated again just thinking about it! Questions like these are easy to answer with standard movie dialogue. Plot holes, failed potential, trip ups, whatever you want to call it, this movie had a ton of them. It’s also a high-stress environment. So why isn’t anyone having a real argument, whispered or otherwise? You’re telling me stuck for hours in the same room with the same people wouldn’t beget a real argument? Why is no one scared to the point of anger? Anger, confusion, fear, it just was so pale. And here I go again! I can feel my muscles tensing the more I mull it over.

Pontypool took itself so seriously the fun was just sucked right out of it. The devil is in the details and nothing is more irritating to me than tiny unanswered questions. You can leave your overarching explanations vague, have a weird ending, make it whatever you want in my opinion. But you better answer how the hell Dr. Mendez escaped his office when Ken Loney’s first report included a crowd gathering outside the building. I mean as far as the viewer is concerned, it was the first place. And the infected people are strong! The person who ended up getting Ken busted through a barn door! A movie shouldn't bring up questions like these unless it intends to answer. Where's the payoff? I want to grab this movie by the neck and shake it. I don’t even have the words. Like come on. Ugh! I’m getting heated, girl. (Or guy…or other…you get it.)

Honestly this whole review probably feels incredibly disconnected, but that’s the split for me about Pontypool. I adored the premise, spent time thinking after it ended about the world it created, the rules, how one might go about counter-acting it, what does the virus actually do to someone. But the movie itself? Completely wanting. Of anything. It’s just such a bummer because the idea, at least to me, is so cool.

Not particularly funny, scary, or contemplative, I have to go on what the movie presented, not just the concepts. I could see the good movie in there, but I didn't see it on screen. Look, I'm still thinking about it much after watching it which is only a good thing in terms of staying power. But we also remember bad movies and tend to think on those just as much as the good ones. Still, Pontypool is quite the popular movie and continues to be well received to this day. I'm definitely in the minority when it comes to my dislike, so don't shy away from giving it a watch. As of now (December 20) it's streaming on Shudder. As for me? Well...maybe the book is better. It usually is.

Split down the middle in a case of execution not living up to the concept, Pontypool (2008) slips by with a 2/5.

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@systemadministratorclu - Sorry this took so long, this one was hard and feels more rough to me. I actually started writing this right away and then forgot about it, anyway: The issue with Legacy is that it has this amazing, highly charged, emotional soundtrack. You could probably just play the music and have people dance and or do ballet to it and tell the story pretty effectively, but here goes:

ACT 1

“Bedtime Story / Father and Son” - Mostly spoken word against music - Flynn tucks kid Sam into bed, recounts his original ENCOM adventure, and how he built The Grid.

“News” - Acts as a transition, buys time for the stage to be remade - A lot like how it was in the film - We see clips regarding Flynn’s disappearance (I’m picturing an actual giant TV being lowered down?)

“Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)” - yes the Journey song, although maybe change some lyrics - Duet between Flynn and a growing Sam - one half of the stage is the Grid, the other the real world, each character trading off and singing each section - hammering in that Sam and his dad are beyond separated

“Unlikely Successor” - Sam pulls off his prank at the ENCOM building, he implies he does stuff like this all the time, and relents he could have been in charge of the company, letting the software be free like his dad intended. Dillinger Jr. and Alan have a few spoken lines in between Sam singing.

“Paged by Ghosts” - Alan comes to Sam with info about the page from the arcade. The song should start with banter between the two, rapid back and forth, catching up, trying to get Sam to see things his way. After he mentions the page, the banter stops and the song gets serious.

(Separate Ways plays as Sam investigates the Arcade)

“This Isn’t Happening” - A long sequence that covers Sam getting zapped, taken to the game grid, armored up by the sirens and enduring the disc battles. As soon as he meets Rinzler the singing stops, and it’s more like an action sequence set to a score.

“I’m Not Your Father, But I’m Happy to See You” - Clu confronts Sam - Clu’s villain song melody should be foreshadowed here

“Lightcycles and Escape” - Again, absolutely insane synth solo/instrumental - Quorra rescues Sam

ACT 2

“Awkward Reunions” - Sam and Flynn reunite, Quorra observes and comments. It starts bittersweet, then transitioning into the awkward dinner together, and turns into arguing about what to do regarding leaving the Grid and Clu, with Quorra interjecting, sometimes comedically

“Castor or Zuse?” - his intro, his solo, and just absolutely bombastic. He does the stereotypical Broadway going down stairs thing - he should literally say "This is my only number, so I'm making it good" - Sam and Zuse discuss the disc

"Party Crashers (Who Invited God?)" - More instrumental/action, until Flynn arrives and it turns into Greek Chorus meets Gregorian Chanting

"What'd I Miss?" - Flynn and Sam get more reacquainted and heal Quorra's arm - when Sam talks to Quorra the song slows down a bit and we hear the melody that will be used for the finale in the real world

"Out There Is Our Destiny" - The Clu villain theme is presented in full, and his speech is integrated into the song, literally scream-singing his evil plans - the end of this becomes something that sounds like Disc Wars and becomes the Light Jets sequence

"Unknowable Perfection" - Flynn and Clu duet before reintegration, which would be the end of the song of course - all of Clu's arguments falling apart as Flynn explains his mistakes and that he's doing this for Sam

"Sunsets/Finale" - Sam and Quorra duet - Sam takes Quorra to see the sunset on his bike, Quorra talks about all the things she wants to see and Sam comedically corrects her (kind of like when she asks if Sam knows Jules Verne)

"Credits" - like the Daft Punk OG a little energetic - we see some disc-fu moves from everyone before they take their bows

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Advent Calendar 23: Now You're Playing With Power!

Well, gang, this is our last video game entry for the Advent Calendar this year. Tomorrow and the next day are reserved for photos of food and rat cage decorations. I hope you've had fun with all of my nerdery. I actually specialized in this in college, not that anybody knew what I was talking about. My faculty advisor was the one dude who admitted to owning an Intellivision in the '70s. People study it now, but this was in the early Aughts, when video games were still a degenerate pastime that rotted your brain.

But what of the video games we leave behind? Do they, as the song asks, know it's Christmas?

It turns out that some of them do.

Big kid computers have had real-time clocks forever. There was a business need -- early mainframes were timeshare systems. You couldn't charge someone for their computer time if the computer didn't know what time it was to record the billing data. Home computers didn't get them until the PC and Macintosh came on the scene. The first console I ever had with a real-time clock in it was a Playstation, which used it to timestamp your saves and not much else. No, the first console game I can recall that knew or cared about the calendar was on the Saturn: A 1996 demo disc version of NiGHTS Into Dreams.

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NiGHTS was an innovative... platformer? Flyer? An action game that took place in a full 3D environment that expected you to navigate in full 3D, to the point that there was an alternate controller that offered dual analog stick control, created to make it easier for the player to input concepts like "into the screen". It was the crazy inventive thing the Saturn was known for, for quite a while. The original game was released in July of 1996 in Japan, whereupon development of the shorter Christmas NiGHTS version was started. Christmas NiGHTS contained only a portion of the levels of the full game, but each level needed multiple sets of assets, because as the Saturns' internal calendar inched closer to December 25th, the scenery and creatures became progressively more Christmas-ified.

Gamers of more recent vintage are probably more familiar with holiday bonuses of all sorts in franchises like Animal Crossing, all of whose installments run on consoles or handhelds with real-time clocks. The December holiday is called "Toy Day", and depending on the game, you may find new seasonal items in Tom Nook's store, be given tasks like crafting fancy wrapping paper or delivering packages, or even see Jingle, the reindeer who delivers holiday gifts to the world's animal folk. At least one of the Harvest Moon games has a Christmas party in it; other games eschew holidays altogether in favor of asking you what your birthday is when you start a game, and rewarding you when it comes around.

Other games only keep track of the time of day. Most frequently these are online games or collaborative MMOs with timed 'events', but I remember cracking up when I found out for myself that if you're still playing Dungeon Keeper after midnight, the game will start hinting that you should go to bed.

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Everything about Puma Ignite Review

Fire up Ignite Century Media Track listing: 01. "One, In The End, The End." > 02. "The End, Sober On, And Therefore Deep I'll Take You Again.". > 03. "Someplace in the Other World. You're Going To Loathe It, And You Will Dislike It Once more.". > 04. "I'm Not What I Utilized To Be. After The Flood (Compact disc BONUS) Fire up 's brand new self-titled cd happens six years after the launch of their previous full-length, "A War Versus You" . In various other words, this is the very first of two collective albums that each return to the band's roots via their distinct brand of real-time songs. It is additionally the very first time CD BONUS has been featured along with T-Mobile, which has been important in always keeping each edges going for some time currently. But the tangible excitement that transmits from "Ignite" produces the band audio like they certainly never overlooked a time. The band goes nuts, receiving in a large rambunctious brawl with producer Matt Taylor before they had any kind of real show to participate in and after that reaching drummer Danny White, who has dropped all the awesome that he must have been feeling right before the cd ended. That's a extremely unfortunate time for all the band.

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i posted a week ago that everyone should listen to the soundtrack for “chicory: a colorful tale”. i lied. everyone go watch a playthrough of this spectacular video game masterpiece right fucking now

this game is about creativity, but also about the anxiety and perfectionism and burnout that comes alongside it. any artist, writer, musician, etc should look it up IMMEDIATELY. i am not joking please play/watch chicory for your own good

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the short rating: 9.5/10. thematic, flawless writing and imagery. great for casual players. lena raine (whose name you’ve probably seen on the minecraft pigstep disc) has made a soundtrack good enough to rival her songs from celeste.

content warnings: mental illness, flashing lights, disturbing imagery (i think), scopophobia

themes and topics covered: perfectionism, burnout, generational trauma, anxiety, depression, friendship

more in depth below because i just fucking love this game it’s so underrated for no reason

first off i want to play chicory myslef so bad because it is so cool to mess with the world. you interact with the npcs snd you only fill things in but you create the world in a sense. you color literally EVERYTHING. but the game doesn’t treat you like god, you’re treated like a normal person. this allows for the story to focus on the negative effects of being the sole wielder of the paintbrush that lets you do this.

the game as a whole is nearly perfect. there aren’t any specific areas of focus that i disliked. i GUESS some puzzle areas were boring to get through, but i was watching a playthrough so honestly i can’t judge that myself. everything else in the game is (insert long keysmash here)

the writing is something i could (ironically) never describe in words. i love the protagonist’s relationship with chicory and their family. you can wholly understand the struggles and self-doubt of the characters. the npcs all add so much life to the story and flesh it out even more. the boss battles have the coolest designs and are also written well

the music is xnxowgcigcenxn incredible. here are my favorite tracks:

blank canvas

a colorful tale

the town of luncheon

uoy ma i

banquest rainforest

MONSTER

you’re not real

something new

the mountain top

the songs perfectly capture the mood and tension of that certain chapter. there are only 2 spots in the album where i wanted to skip a song and both places fit perfectly in the context of the game. speaking of

its a simple game at first. your first interaction with it is the game asking what your favorite food is. you don’t know what the purpose of the question is. it’s a single question. there could be a simpler one replacing it, but ”what’s your favorite food” enhances the game experience in ways you don’t expect.

your character admires the wielder of the brush that paints the world. the room you’re cleaning, in the wielders’ tower, is incredibly vibrant until it suddenly goes blank. you knock on the wielder’s door, but she doesn’t answer. you pick up her brush and start recoloring the world.

the game starts off sweet and simple, but it keeps surprising you. the NPCs you talk to are all surprisingly anxious. there’s ginger, who’s being told by their friend that their ideas are stupid. there’s a lady that’s afraid to speak about what she wants. there’s a person who keeps telling you how to paint their house, almost perfectionistic. the whole first chapter is very lighthearted until you get to the boss battle.

you enter a dark void, with only your inverted sprite and a scribbley eye for company. this is the pattern that the next boss battle follows, only with another eye for company and a scribbley, unidentifiable face holding them. this is a product of the ”darkness”, you’re told, which is creeping all over the world and blocking space. this is obviously a problem

you return to the wielder’s tower to meet with chicory and return her brush. she tells you to keep it. later you paint self-portraits of each other, and she paints an amazing portrait of you. she says it’s no good. then you paint her, and no matter how much you half-ass it, she’ll tell you it’s great.

you go to more corrupted areas before fighting your third boss battle, where you find that chicory has been creating the darkness. or rather, her self-loathing is creating it. she tells you horrible things about how worthless you are before morphing into the boss.

you go to the city and talk to your sister over pizza. you tell her how stressed you are, how you keep getting asked to paint stuff and clear obstacles and rescue kids and pick up litter. she tells you to rest, but you’re the wielder now. you CANT rest because you’re the only one who can help anyone. then the owner of the pizza store asks you to paint his logo, and your sister asks if she can help you.

you go to more corrupted areas. even after winning several boss battles, you haven’t destroyed any of the corruption. this boss battle is different: it opens with six eyes in a void, but then you see a reflection of yourself. you’re fighting you. no matter how many times you hit it, it only changes attacks. the boss battle ends when it disappears. you as the player are feeling the game’s storyline getting progressively darker as you go on.

you realize you can’t solve the ongoing problem by yourself, so you return once again to chicory’s tower. she’s engulfed by the darkness. there’s a boss battle against the visual embodiment of her agony and depression. you help her calm down, and she agrees to help you with pushing back the corruption.

the game takes a surprisingly mellow and calm turn from there. you’re doing a bunch of wielder trials. there arent any boss battles in chapters 6, 7, or 8. instead, there are slow-paced puzzles and calm music. the game’s give you time to relax and forget about your bigger worries, whether in-game or real life. chicory even comments on how calming the natural environments are.

your character has a few idle animations, but unlike most video games, it embraces your own stillness. one of these animations is the character simply just closing their eyes and taking a deep breath. the game is showing you the importance of taking a break through several mechanics.

one of the three first trials (which you can complete in any order) is a mountain climbing journey. you can only complete it with your brush, but chicory makes it up before you without it because she’s got strong legs. when you reach the peak, you’re supposed to sing an ancient song. chicory doesnt remember how it goes, so you make it up as you go. the song lyrics are about how you’re both expected by society to be perfect wielders, but also how you’ve accomplished so much.

the final trial brings you back to reality. it’s filled with corruption. chicory says it’s where she had a falling out with the previous wielder, blackberry, and she never really completed her trials. she’d been trying to hide her flaws from that person, but that only ended up making blackberry trust her less. chicory took the brush from blackberry.

the trial ends with another boss battle within the darkness. you witness a flashback of the moment that i just described. then you have to fight blackberry’s darkness personification to the most FUCKING BANGER boss music ever created

i love the blackberry fight so damn much

now you have to return to the place where you started the game, to confront the corruption one last time. it’s hollow. you don’t think you can do it, even after all this preparation.

the last thing you talk to chicory about before entering her tower is what to do after you defeat the darkness. she says you have to destroy the brush. the world will lose its color, but it doesn’t matter because the corruption is coming from the brush and it’s dangerous

you enter the tower to find an empty void. you have to walk through several rooms while the protagonist talks about how empty it is and how they’re not really sure they can do this. the music is creepy and hollow

then you meet the boss, which this time (unsurprisingly) is you. there’s a short battle, then it tells you that you don’t deserve to wield the brush and destroys it

i give up on describing the ending just experience it for yourself it’s amazing,, i could never do it justice in words

bye losers my ipad’s about to crash

#chicory a colorful tale #lena raine #indie games #review #op #important shit #schedule

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fear-and-delight-l · 3 years

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GENDERSWAPPED!LOSERS

HERE WE GO

JILLIAN DENBROUGH

-Jill is very avid about getting her sister, Georgia back. Well, at least the killer anyways.

-Jill has never finished any of her writing, until she is an adult.

-aRTiSt??

-Jill gives hugs hugs hugs!!!

-everyone wants her hugs.

-ok, Jill is very sexually confused. Bradley Marsh is good looking...but so is McKenna Hanlon with her pink lipstick and her always good looking pigtails....then there is Sarah Uris, who is so cute with her blonde/brown curls and her little cheerleading outfit.

-suffers from stuttering simp disorder

-simp simp simp

-simp? Yes.

-ok but I think she would like Plastic Hearts by Miley Cyrus lmao

-FLANNEL GODDESS!!! Has flannels in so many colors.

-”R-R-Riley, stop m-making fun of m-my j-j-jorts.”

-oh yeah. She is rocking the jean shorts. They either go to around her knees or near the middle of her thighs.

-shoulder length brown hair. Screams bisexual.

RILEY TOZIER

-just gonna put this out there, take it as you will, but her glasses make her look like a fish. Her eyes are HUGE

-goddess or (what is a non-binary god? Godthem?) of dad jokes. But not the corny kind. The kind of dad jokes that include sleeping with him and “riding him like a horse.”

-”so not fucking funny.” -Edith Kaspbrak, who’s dad isn’t even present in her life. -yeah, bisexual. -sexual for Edith Kaspbrak. -And Sarah Uris

-And Bradley Marsh

-and Jill Denbrough

-and Brenna Hanscom

-and Patrick Hockstetter (she regrets this. But when Patrick isn’t chasing her with Bowers and Criss and Huggins, she likes to notice that Patrick is definitely good looking)

-crazy wavy hair. Seriously, she wears it in a pixie cut, and it is CRAZY. But she help Bradley cut away his mullet.

-the friendship dynamic between Riley Tozier and Bradley Marsh is UNSTOPPABLE!

-plays softball with Jill. She is pitcher, and damn is she good. (Jill plays third base, for reference)

-the girls on the softball team sort of like her, sort of not. She’s a loser, and they don’t like her because everyone thinks she’s queer. -still a trash mouth

-still a smartass

-Rildeth? Edithley? Redith?

BRADLEY MARSH

-all right, here we go.

-POWER BISEXUAL

-He came out to Riley, and Riley came out to him.

-daddy issues

-anyways, Bradley had a mullet that his dad made him wear, and when Riley helped him cut it....freedom!

-when he and the other losers are going to the quarry, he likes to help McKenna pick flowers so Sarah will have some to turn into flower crowns

-is totally charmed by Jill Denbrough. He is a simp for how charming she is. Bravery, art...

-Bradley also likes to draw.

-Brenna may be totally smitten with him....

-Bradley is the same age as all the other losers, but the losers all see him as older.

-hates his father, feels weak around him.

-he and Riley often share cigarettes. (I love the friendship dynamic here.)

-Bradley has little freckles, and when he and Brenna get together as adults, Brenna likes to kiss all of them.

-Bradley loves to hang with Sarah, and she is such a sweetie. She gets annoyed, but when she is around Bradley, she is calm.

-Bradley likes to put his arm around Sarah, ALWAYS

-I’m in love

SARAH URIS

-WE LOVE OUR JEWISH CHEERLEADER LESBIAN

-yes, Sarah Uris is cheer captain. The other cheerleaders are skeptical of her, but treat her ok nonetheless.

-Sarah Uris is a softie who will tell you to fuck off.

-bridwatcher. Sarah loves her birds. She likes to sit with Jill. Jill draws birds while Sarah quietly talk about the birds.

-Brenna loves to play with her curls, braiding them and doing fun styles with them with the help from McKenna.

-sundresses one day, shorts and a shirt the next.

-her hair is so nice! Think...classic curls. Google for reference.

-the cheerleaders don’t go to track meets or softball games. So, since Brenna and Edith are both in track and Jill and Riley are softball players, she goes in her own cheerleading outfit, and even snags one for McKenna, (who isn’t a cheerleader.) and they both cheer at track and softball.

-must I remind you that Jill is a simp for BOTH OF THEM. AND BRADLEY?? HE CHEERS THEM ON TOO.

-one time Bradley actually got into a cheerleading skirt??!!

-anyways, back to Sarah. -she loves to give everyone kisses before leaving. Here’s how she gives them:

Jill: cheek kiss, runs a hand through her hair. Edith: takes Edith’s face in her hands and kisses her nose. Edith sometimes backs up a little when she feels a little panicky about germs, but always accepts Sarah’s kiss. Bradley: forehead. She ruffles his hair, and sometimes, Bradley kisses her chin as she is kissing his forehead. McKenna: near her lips. Like, the corner of her mouth. 🥺 Brenna: cheek kiss. She holds brenna’s chin while kissing her. Riley: straight on the lips. Or the forehead if you song ship stozier. -ok, I am a huge fan of Sarah+Riley....but then there is Edith. Poly??? Possibly

-anyways, Sarah loves to make flower crowns and put them in bradley’s hair.

-she and Brenna are very close. If Sarah isn’t next to Bradley, or has Riley’s arm around her shoulders, she is with Brenna, either holding her hand or showing her stuff about plants or birds. She gives Brenna constant praise about the barrens

-very grumpy a lot.

BRENNA HANSCOM

ok, Brenna is straight. I didn’t change that. -Brenna thinks constructively, and is a visual learner. Constantly thinks about the future.

-ok, she is so so so sweet. Likes to wear this cute pink skirt, but only around the losers.

-POETRY

-She loves to read and wrote poetry. It’s so cute I just can’t aaaah-

-ok, so she’s on the track team. Edith convinces her in 10th grade.

-HAIR CLIPS! she has them in her hair, and tons extra in her backpack.

-Bradley loves it when Brenna plays with his hair and puts clips in it.

-she and Bradley are very good friends.

-she may be straight, but isn’t uncomfortable when Sarah holds her hand or Riley talks about her gay situation or when Jill tells her she’s pretty. She just isn’t gay but she loves and supports her gay friends. She even kissed McKenna in a game of spin the bottle

-poor baby has body insecurities...

-ugh, she hates Henry Bowers. But she loves ice cream! She likes vanilla because it’s sweet and plain.

-when they have sleepovers, everyone always has a disc of New Kids on the Block to play for her (AAA!)

-Riley literally swore to protect her. Even though Riley’s sarcasm can be demeaning, she trusts her.

-Brenna Hanscom, a sweetie that will fight for you.

McKenna Hanlon, the badass vegan who definitely has WAP.

-ok, I didn’t change her race, she is still black.

-McKenna is a sign of hope. Everyone feels so uplifted around her.

-she has this signature pink lipstick she wears everyday the Greta Bowie makes fun of, but she still wears it.

-she loves bubblegum. McKenna has it ALL THE TIME.

-inspiration? Yes. She is a goddess.

-ok, she is so nice, but that gun she has? Pennywise doesn’t stand a chance. McKenna is a fighter.

-McKenna has these cute little pig tails that she wears with purple ribbons. Jill loves to listen to her talk.

-definitely the least insane of all the losers, but girl knows how to have fun!

-not a huge smoker, but occasionally will share one with Bradley.

-the friendship between McKenna and Bradley is impeccable. They are a badass duo.

-I don’t know what her sexuality is. She definitely doesn’t. Although she and Jill got caught making out in a closet. They said it was no strings attached....suspicious.

-she is indeed vegan. She just has a special love for animals and can’t bring herself to eat them. She isn’t protesting everyone to go vegan, she just eats how she wants. She occasionally slips and goes for ice cream though😉

-at the rock war, after she recovered a little from Bowers, SHE BEAT HIS ASS!

-my queen, gosh I love her!

-she is so much fun to be around. One time, in the barrens, she installed a swing so she could sit in somethin because Riley and Edith and Sarah are always in the hammock together. (It’s bound to break).

-need a therapist? She’s ya girl.

EDITH!!

-ok, so this looks very soft girl, but Edith is fiery! -her mom makes her worry a lot about disease and what not, but her anxiety about what her mom may do is worse.

-seriously, she is scared of her mother. She doesn’t even know if her sickness are real.

-anyways, don’t fuck with her. She will bite you.

-no seriously, she will bite you. One time in a fight with Hockstetter, she bit him. She was worried she might have gotten something in her mouth, but Sarah calmed her down. -she may bicker with Riley, but really, she loves her. Her and her stupid glasses,

-anyways, she is a sweetie. She runs track, but as long as Riley is waiting on the sidelines with her inhaler at the end, she is alright.

-someone give this girl a hug.

-internalized homophobia towards herself.

-she and Bradley are good, they just aren’t as close. Edith is closest with Jill.

-Edith looks up to Jill, big time.

-Edith hates her mom very very much.

-she wears cute little tops with shorts or skirts. Occasionally she will wear overalls.

-fuck greta Bowie campaign? Yeah, Edith started it.

-Fanny pack! She has an extra pair of glasses for Riley, Bobby pins for Sarah, an extra pen or pencil for Jill, a mini stick of Bradley’ favorite deodorant, hair clips for Brenna, and McKenna’s favorite bubblegum.

-Riley calls her Eds. She hates it because it sounds like a boy name. She hates it even more when Riley calls her Eddie.

-kisses tears away. Crying? She will kiss your cheeks and wipe those tears away. She did that when Brenna got cut by Bowers.

-inhaler? Yes. It’s her little beacon of safety.

-ice cream and comic books with Riley, bird watching and flower crowns with Sarah are her favorites!

-doesn’t know her sexual preference, she’s just not straight.

-butterflies always land on her when she’s outside. One landed on her nose once and Riley and Sarah started rock-paper-scissoring for who got her. (That was long forgotten since Riley is a sore loser.)

-my baby has long hair is very slight waves. It goes down to her breasts.

-likes to wear Jill’s Flannels.

-OK SHE IS SO CUTE IN A PAIR OF BAGGY JEANS AND A TANK TOP, WEARING SOMEONE’S JACKET OMG

-Edith is cold? Never. She always has someone’s something, whether it’s McKenna’s iconic leather jacket or Jill’s flannels

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Ok! Those are my headcanons. Feel free to repost, I don’t give a damn. If you want drawings or more headcanons of them, I am always open. I had this posted on my old account but that got taken down....I was previously coffeeandweasleys

@im-a-rocketman, @nate-isnt-great @imreddieimreddieimreddie @ur-not-reddie

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honkster · 3 years

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January 6th - Dream SMP

Timing the streams

THIS TOOK ME A WHOLE DAY DAMN CAN THESE GUYS KALM WITH ALL THE DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES

I’M GONNA START MAKING SUMMARIES OF WHAT HAPPENED AND PUT THEM UNDER THE CUT IN CASE YA’LL DON’T WANNA GET SPOILED

ENJOY :)

Little summary (spoilers)

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Fundy snaps (Niki and Eret agree with him)

The plan is for Dream to set up TNT redstone above L’manburg while Techno and Phil stall for time with withers and The Hound Army.

Tommy speaks with Tubbo and they both apologize. Clingy Duo is back!

Tommy also talks to Sapnap and gives him Mars back.

Quackity reads Ranboo’s Memory Book and that changes his mind about leaving L’manburg.

L’manburg is blown to smithereens by the combined powers of Technoblade and Dream.

Niki burns L’mantree.

Ranboo gets his Memory Book back.

Tommy, Tubbo and Quackity stay hopeful about their fight with Dream, and aren’t giving up.

Dream says that he is going to go away for a bit, to escape the consequences of the destruction.

Ghostbur wants to be resurrected. He first thinks Dream or BBH can do it, but Phil sounds most likely since he is the one who killed him.

Ranboo puts all of his pets in his Panic Room.

Phil and Techno bring back what’s left of the Hound Army to the Antarctic.

Ranboo is allowed to stay in the Antarctic with the AAC (Antarctic Anarchist Commune).

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Little rules to make it easier for me to timestamp

^_^ after a quote - a joke conversation.

:| after a quote - a serious/lore important conversation.

|_| - banter on top of something plot relevant/Something plot relevant in banter form.

Usually if I write *someone* logs on, that means that there's either a little interaction or something that happens when they log in. If something isn't that important, or doesn't relate to any of the SMP lore/drama, I'll usually just leave it out.

Hope that these help get a better picture of all the drama!

The streams that I chose to take timestamps from:

Fundy – DREAM SMP – THE BACKSTAB

Tubbo – FIGHTING TO SAVE L’MANBURG (dream smp) – (25 seconds behind Tommy’s stream, 55:50 ahead of Ghostbur’s, 21:25 behind Philza’s, 05:20 behind Ranboo’s)

tommyinnit – The end – (25 seconds ahead of Tubbo)

Philza – Dream SMP – Chaos is a constant. - (04:10 ahead of Techno’s, 21:25 ahead of Tubbo’s, 01:09:35 ahead of Ghostbur’s, 16:05 ahead of Ranboo’s)

Technoblade – It ends today. [Dream SMP] – (04:10 behind Phil)

WilburSoot – [Dream SMP] First Time Ghostbur Live - (55:50 behind Tubbo’s stream, 01:09:35 behind Philza’s)

Ranboo – NOTHING WILL BE FINE || Dream SMP - (05:20 ahead of Tubbo’s stream, 16:05 behind Phil’s)

Niki – [Dream SMP] the biggest lesson yet – (Just a few seconds ahead of Tubbo’s, like 5 seconds ahead.)

Fundy – DREAM SMP – ITS OVER – (28:35 behind Tubbo’s)

QuackityHQ – THE FATE OF L’MANBURG – (07:20 ahead of Tubbo’s)

Eret – DREAM SMP! DOWNFALL! - (01:25 ahead of Tubbo’s)

JackManifoldTV – DREAM SMP | THE BIGGEST FIGHT YET!!! - (3 minutes ahead of Tubbo)

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Fundy’s stream (It was much earlier than the rest’s streams… but it is pure plot.)

00:06:10 Fundy starts talking.

00:17:20 O_O

Fundy snapped guys…

00:27:50 Niki and Fundy get into a vc. (Niki O_O)

00:37:40 Eret joins the vc… (Eret O_O)

00:40:55 The Wall Of People That Need To Learn.

00:42:35 Ponk joins the vc…

Fundy says he’ll see Niki in two hours and then ends stream.

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Tubbo’s stream (55:50 ahead of Ghostbur’s stream, 21:25 behind Philza’s, 05:20 behind Ranboo’s)

00:06:50 Tubbo logs in.

00:08:15 Tommy joins the vc. :’)

00:11:50 Tubbo and Ranboo get into a vc.

00:14:00 Niki and Puffy join the vc.

00:15:00 Eret and Jack Manifold join the vc.

00:17:10 Tubbo and Quackity get into a vc.

Tommy – 00:19:25 Techno joins the vc.

00:21:50 Tubbo joins back the vc with Tommy, Eret, Jack, Techno, Phil, Quackity, Ponk, Sapnap, Punz, Niki, Ranboo, Hbomb.

Uh oh.

00:43:15 Tubbo, Quackity and Tommy get into their own vc for a bit.

00:45:20 Tubbo and Tommy get into their own vc again.

00:49:40 Dream joins the vc.

00:52:20 Ghostbur and Quackity join the vc.

00:58:30 “I heard there was a special place…” D:

Tubbo’s stream cuts off just as Quackity is speaking.

But we continue on Tommy’s stream.

(He is 25 seconds ahead of Tubbo)

01:00:00 They finish singing the anthem and talk.

After the lightning strikes, it turns into more of a bantery plot.

01:07:30 Ghostbur asks Tommy to do something important.

01:15:10 Tommy leaves the call to monologue for a bit before ending stream.

(A little thing that happened on the stream – 00:11:00 Tommy leaves Tubbo to go look for Mars, Sapnap’s fish. 00:15:50 Sapnap and Tommy get into a vc.)

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Philza’s stream (04:10 ahead of Techno’s, 21:25 ahead of Tubbo’s, 01:09:35 ahead of Ghostbur’s, 16:05 ahead of Ranboo’s)

(YO INTRO IS REMIXED MANDALORIAN THEME SONG???)

00:03:20 Phil logs on.

00:03:55 Techno :D

00:12:50 Dream D:

00:33:20 L’manburg infiltration.

00:41:15 Techno and Phil join the main vc.

Uh oh.

01:04:40 Tubbo and Tommy leave. The chaos continues.

01:07:15 NIKI?!

01:19:00 Dream D:

01:21:35 Phil deafens to monologue (and to try and get a good screenshot with shaders).

01:24:15 Phil talks to Ghostbur alone.

01:33:10 “How is Pokimane totally untouched?” ^_^

01:34:00 Phil turns on shaders (L’manburg is a wasteland O_O).

01:35:50 Phil and Techno get into their own vc.

01:48:15 “I’m gonna find the rest of my dogs and bring them back” |_|

01:53:25 Phil joins Ghostbur’s vc.

01:57:10 Phil rejoins Techno’s vc.

Technoblade – 01:49:15 Phil leaves the vc.

02:04:05 Phil tells Techno about Ghostbur.

02:07:40 CARL! :DDD

02:21:40 Techno leaves and Ranboo joins the vc. (The entire chat devolved into ADOPT RANBOO and I for one agree)

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Ghostbur’s stream (55:50 behind Tubbo’s stream, 01:09:35 behind Philza’s)

00:04:00 Ghostbur logs on.

00:04:50 He notices the destruction…

00:06:20 He sneakily joins the vc with Tommy, Tubbo, Quackity and Dream.

00:12:50 The L’manburg anthem.

00:16:40 Ghostbur talks to Phil.

00:20:00 Ghostbur joins the vc with the L’manburg Cabinet. (The lightning strike :D)

00:29:50 Tommy leaves, plot-important conversation ensues.

00:32:35 Fundy joins the vc. (Uh oh Fundy snapped)

00:37:50 Eret joins the vc.

00:42:30 BadBoyHalo joins the vc.

00:46:20 Phil joins the vc.

00:51:00 Ghostbur monologues a bit before Wilbur ends stream.

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Ranboo’s stream (05:20 ahead of Tubbo’s stream, 16:05 behind Phil’s)

00:01:50 Ranboo is in game, already monologuing.

00:06:30 Ranboo tries to get pets out of his house. (All the while breaking down D:)

00:17:10 Ranboo joins Tubbo’s vc.

00:19:50 Ranboo writes in his memory book.

00:22:50 Niki and Ranboo get into a vc.

00:30:40 Ranboo joins the main vc.

Uh oh.

00:56:20 Ranboo puts on shaders to look at L’manburg.

01:13:50 Ranboo writes more in his memory book and then walks around the wreckage staring at the destruction.

01:22:15 Ranboo joins a different vc with Quackity, Tubbo, Ghostbur, Fundy and Jack Manifold.

01:28:10 Ranboo joins Fundy’s vc.

01:36:25 Ranboo joins Quackity’s vc.

01:43:45 Ranboo starts monologuing.

02:05:45 Ranboo joins Phil’s vc.

02:20:40 Phil mutes to end stream.

02:23:05 Phil leaves for real and Ranboo just chills in the AAC (Selling out a bit in the process)

02:26:05 End of selling out, return to monologue. (And Ranboo fangirling like the Techno stan that he is)

02:32:10 DAWN OF 16TH!!! (And yes Ranboo is very excited that he is in the animatic :)

02:44:45 “How you doing Ranboo?” |_|

Ranboo hunts for a disc, contemplates getting his pets into the Arctic and listens to Ward before ending stream.

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24-guy · 3 years

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Light/soft/fluffy headcanons time:

Just a small disclaimer, I don't know if any of this is real or has been declined, I just like the thoughts of these. Oh. And obviously these are all the characters.

George's goggles act as sunglasses because he amount of time he spends sleeping has caused his eyes to be near permanently sensitive to the light, so the lenses stop any light from in front, the white surrounding closes anything entering through the edges.

Techno in a corset. I legit did a little research to ensure that it's workable, and it is possible. So we know he has a sense of style, so there's reason number 1. Reason number two is that it is actually possible to fight in a corset as long as it's lose enough to breathe in. The downside to that is that it takes a little longer to get back up once pushed down and you can't bend from the middle that well. Though the first could work in his favour, we know that he's unlikely to be knocked down in the first place. So that little extra time should help him in thinking of a solution to the problem. Though, a corset can also provide protection depending on what it's made out of, if it has steel boning, etc. Plus I just think it would be really cool.

And, another techno one because that man has style points to the max and I love the fanart. If we're talking anime techno, it goes without saying that the long hair exists. Also. I saw like. A thing where it was hair wrapped within a chain kind of thing, I'm bad with explaining but yeah, so that. But also, no matter what version of techno, be it anime or pigman, just an abundance of gold. We've obviously got the gold, but also things like a bunch of earrings and rings and maybe even bracelets.

Which can also be made into another headcanon of some of those pieces of jewelry represent people he would protect. Pigman hybrid techno is one of my favourite widely accepted headcanons so I love the thought of him having an affinity for gold and holding it almost as tightly as his netherite. So when someone becomes close enough to have a piece of gold he keeps on him, it means he is attached. Though he may not like to admit it.

And for the sbi (+ranboo because he's practically adopted at this point and I can) it could be that Phil became an earring (with the friendship emerald) because he is likely to listen to him over everyone else, if we go with pig ears being quite big, the meaning of ears themselves represent adaptive ease and extroverted personality, while we know that last one isn't true, we can assume that Phil could have taught Techno how to easily adapt in everything. Wilbur and Tommy each have a bracelet marking times in their childhood where they'd hold each other close, plus arms can symbolise surrender and when he was close to them, he'd give himself up to make sure they were safe. For Ranboo it could be a ring because hands symbolise strength, power and protection, (it can also be seen as generosity, hospitality, and stability, though I think we'd know which Techno would prefer to see) because he's the mentor.

I like looking into meanings of things so they actually hold power in their reasoning, can you tell?

Michael absolutely adores playing with his sword. He'll run around squealing happily, gently tapping his dad's with the swapped out wooden sword (with gold accents so he'd hold it) not able to take damage. It will often result in Michael being poked as their form of attacking back, which rarely doesn't end in a tickle fight and Michael squealing happily and giggling along with his dad. If it's all three of them play-fighting then they often won't stop laughing for a good few minutes.

Speaking of dads, Ranboo only has a few people he doesn't get irritable when he makes eye contact with them. Those people are tubbo and michael. With anyone he's friends with, he just gets incredibly fidgety and the instinct to teleport away erupts in his chest, but he isn't able to, and with anyone he's negative towards, he gets angry.

Tubbo has a secret hive of bees somewhere. Only he knows where they are. They're probably like.. a thousand chunks away from anyone else. He has secret nether transport to get there as soon as possible. They thrive in a large glass enclosure with hundreds of flowers and plenty beehives. He also 100% owns a ukulele and sings to bees in the enclosure or around the smp because it "makes the honey sweeter".

That isn't to say he's only a ray of wholesome sunshine, he also 100% threatened foolish's eyes because foolish accidentally scrolled onto his sword while looking for building materials when he was near Michael. Something about removing them and then using them as emeralds for villager trades. Foolish was scarred for life and never even risked bringing his sword near Michael ever again.

Foolish Jr and Michael have play dates. This isn't even a headcanon, this is just canon but foolish Jr dances and Michael plays with his sword. Maybe even Michaels chicken gets involved with the games too, like Michael saves foolish Jr from the chicken. But wholesome Michael and foolish Jr dancing to jukebox songs is going to stay in my heart. (Oh. And mellohi is banned. They don't even know the disc exists, don't worry about that angst.)

Maybe I'll do more of these. This was nice to have instead of pure theories.

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sapphire-innit · 3 years

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DRISTAAAAA TIMEEE

VOD: TommyInnit Speaks To Dream’s Sister AGAIN

(rp): Drista!! I love this chaotic child and am looking forward to seeing the children bully each other lmao. I especially love the mythos around Creative mode, and that the most benevolent god on the Dream SMP is just as likely to ban you as hand you a shulker box lol.

I do wonder how in character cc!Tommy is going to be able to stay during this stream: on one hand he’s a master at staying in character even during lh moments, and on the other Exile arc is some Dark Shit and Dristas like what, 14?? Overall I expect this to be one of the lighter streams, with a smattering of moments where we remember that, oh right, Tommy’s pretty actively suicidal at this point and he sees this as one of his last hurrahs.

Speaking of our boy Tommy: it's very clear we are getting closer and closer to the infamous pillar. He switches rapidly between Fight and Fawn reflexes and has mostly internalized Dream’s treatment and conditions at this point. The one stand out moment being him calling out Dream killing Mexican Dream last stream, and pointing out he was changing his story even when Dream tried to lie and say he died of “a drug overdose [...] or natural causes”. I’m curious if Tommy is going to bring it up again, and even more curious if he eventually believes Dream about it; something to watch out for, for sure. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that this moment of rebellion happened right after he had someone both stand up for him and spend time with him that wasn’t actively hostile or going to end (supposedly, at least by intention)

Hey we didn’t start off drowning for once!! cc!Tommy was also singing, though that could have been mostly out of character as well. Still, remarkably in a better mood, he even mentions having an appetite! You love to see it, and it's clearly because he’s looking forward to Drista’s visit

He’s building a log tower and on one hand, Tommy building Towers is a natural state of being, and on the other…. I know the pillar is coming and I am scared

A mention of the Anti-Dream hole… I still worry about when exactly and how Dream is going to find it. Still, I’m glad it exists, both for Tommy having a space for things important to him, as well as what it represents about his mental state re:not giving over completely to Dream

DRISTA!!!! LOL she was already online we didn't even see her join LOL. CHAOS GREMLIN she just flew over in creative mode and started wrecking shit, as is her right lmaoooo

“You massive jer--, (quieter) whats a nicer way…, YOU MASSIVE DICKHEAD” oh, Tommy..

I like how he tries to punch her even when shes CLEARLY IN CREATIVE MODE ADSADASD

The violence inherent in fourteen year olds,,,, adsfsadfsdfds

I hate this conversation why is this the conversation asdffdsfsd TEENAGERS

DREAM YOUR NOT EVEN A TEENAGER WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING THE SAME LOGIC

Well SHE can destroy the obsidian asdfsdfds She just Spleefs

“What would Dream do” Probably worse lets be honest

Is he actually gonna go back to L’manburg?? I don’t believe it but I also want :(

Again with the stabbing

AND DOWN HE GOEEEESSSS

“I have the fork, but I'm also killing you” afsafsdfdsf Tommy why are you wearing your good shit omg

Lol cc!Dream trying to defend his character for mocking Tommy’s accent adsfsdfds “I would NEVER” in the totally not believable tone lmaoooo

DID SHE REALLY GO AT HIM WITH A FORK I'M FUCKING DYING DSAFDADSFDS

“I will take it from you and I’ll kill him”... I have so many thoughts about how this works in lore. Is Drista possessing Dream? He can kick her out clearly, but she still has God Powers…

Lol and now SHES mocking his accent lmaoooo (... is it bad she sounded pretty close to me? lol)

Adsfdsfswd casual chaos Drista just broke the Nether Portal

Asking Drista to stop destroying things is a big ask to be honest lmaoo. Also she seems to be at least somewhat informed that ‘Dream is not supposed to be nice to Tommy’ or at least seemed hesitant to do /weather clear

GOD THE LAVA BUCKETS AND THE POTION OF HARMING adsfsdfsdf

“Tommy [beheaded him] actually… and killed Mexican Dream” Dream you motherfucker

“How to Sex 3” THE PANIK!!!!!! From Both cc!Dream and Tommy!!! This server is Not Child Friendly lol (Doesn’t…. That not even include sex things…. afasfsd)

Honestly I can’t stop smiling this is so wholesome somehow even with all the cursing and violence

Pigstep IS a bop, Tommy is right

“Just let him, just let him this one time” :(

“Tommy I still have the Fork” Drista totally willing to stab her brother to visit L’manburg

HE TOOK THE FORK ASDASDAS

Yes, closing your eyes will totally protect you from Forks lol

“I don’t need school, I dropped out” Is this Lore Crumbs, is this Lore

HEYYYY ITS THE BEDROCK, the one piece of bedrock he has lol, I think he still has that in current day right?

Drista is writing her name in BEDROCK adsfsdfds “I’m not going to be able to get rid of that actually” “That's the Point”

LOL SHe also recognized the burrito as from Mos lmaooo

Somehow “I really want to go to the other place.. I don’t know why he won’t let you” hit hard… it was def ooc, and she doesn’t have the full context, but still… its just someone else wanting and asking for Tommy to be able see L’manburg…

Afsdfsd the Small Gasp when she spleefs herself omgg

HES THERE!!! HES THERE!!!!!! L’MANBURG!!!!!!

Punz!!! WHY!!!! Were you there bc Drista might let Tommy through, was this a safeguard for the LORE. Also he’s currently working for Dream directly right, as a merc?

Drista trying to save Tommy!!!! Punz why are you winning a fight with someone in creative adfsadfsd He’s too good lol

They have negotiated a visit… I’m so emotional I wasn’t expecting this…. No one told me we got a real L’manburg visit !

BIG Q SHES FOURTEEN!!! Omg they didn’t tell him it was Drista. BIG Q!!! BIG Q DON’T SELL HER DRUGS

“He was Naked” good for you Drista, good for you. There’s something so hilarious about Drista just stabbing Quackity over and over again cause she’s uncomfortable lol (as is her right)

LOL THE FINAL KILL WITH MAGIC WHEN HE’S ALREADY DROWNING IM

Wha --- what video was it????? What is this Tommy picture on the Technoganda???

….”are you sure I’m allowed here” Dream’s conditioning is strong :(

“At many minute I could get mugged” To be Fair Tommy, that was true before

Did Tommy just suggest spawning in a Wither asdfsdfds

DRISTA DOG ARMY!!!! Aww and Tommy has one too~

THE BENCH!! THE HOUSE!!! Aaaaaaaaa He’s sitting on the bench nature is HEALING

AAAAAAAA A BLAZE!!!! Pfffft

…. Who destroyed the front of Tommys house?

,,,,Drista what are you doing with that soULSAND

“OK we'll turn on him” adsfsdfsd

OH HEY TECHNO!!! Lol “Oh god he meant me” fucking mood big man

……. Tubbo hallucination……… fuck

LOL HE COMBAT LOGGED “YOU CALL THAT COMBAT” I'M

To be fair, logging against a /kill is probably the only way to get away lmao

…...F

“Getting thrown off a cliff is literally how Theseus died!!” lol its also hilarious to me that Tommy def does not remember being called that. Personally I don't think it fits him super well anyway, but I do like it as something Techno calls Tommy, that shows how much he misjudges Tommy's character and intentions. No heroes here, just a kid trying to do good by their friends and what they care about

Techno actually looking up how to kill someone in creative mode

…. :( I just want my actual clingyduo content this is meeeeannn

OH HEY TECHNO …. You fucker he would and it would be HILARIOUS (get mad if Drista opped Techno that is lol)

….

IS THIS WHY THEY’RE BEDROCK BROS????? BECAUSE THEY BOTH HAVE DRISTA BEDROCK??????????????????????????

HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS ???

LOL TRUE DUO SUPREMACY TUBBO’S GOT TECHNO'S BEDROCK

Oh F Techno got him with the Obliterator lmaoooo

“I have 114 levels PLEASE” asdfdasfsdf

LOL Tubbo with the TNT there's our nuke boy, I'll take my crumbs where I can get them

THE SHULKER HOLY SHIT

“Don't let someone get it!!”” ADSFDSAFSDFDS they all tuRN CC REAL QUICK WHEN THE SHULKER BOXES COME OUT

Awesamdudes like: MORE PLEASE AFDASFDSF

Techno immediately snitching about Elytra and dRISTA GETTING THE ACHIEVEMENT

EVERYONE SNITCHING IN CHAT I'M!!!! DREAMS REACTION ASDFSDFDSF

Drista being the chaotic giver of illegal gifts is so fucking good I'M THRIVING

THE RUN ON PUNZ !!!! omg

Also can we just take a minute to appreciate Tommy being allowed around people <3 <3 This is so wholesome and good and chaotic as all hell

“I thought I was Tom Cruz for like a whole week” ...TOMMY??

LOL SHE BANNED TECHNO OMG

Dristas on a banning Rampage afsdfsdf

BAN GOGGY OMGGG

Omg shes actually making a wITHER DASDASDFAS

Oh no poor Tubbo I didn’t know he was liVE

319k viewers jeezus

Awwwww Techno hyping up Wilbur's song :) that's so sweet actually

…………….Fuck you Dream :( saw the chance to Twist the Knife in c! And TOOK IT

LOL THE FUCKING FORK IS THE BEST BIT LOLLLL

Lol ironically the Bedrock bros song is the oNE COPYRIGHTED ONE, god why did Minecraft ever copyright Pigstep what a shit move honestlyyy

Pigstep fucking goING TO TECHNO LOLLLLLL “this is the most powerful item on the server since it DMCA’s people”

LOL PUNZ TRYING TO STEAL ANOTHER SHULKER

Poor Sam he actually has to BUILD give this man a SHULKER

Lol Everyone wants a shulker so much

….aww he tried to toss the pigstep disc lmaooo DRISTAS LITERALLY HOLDING IT Scaaaaaammmmed

Drista “I NEED IT ON HAND” So committed to violence !!!

The fucking creepers on the way out omg fuckign PERFECT

LOL TOMMY WASN’T READY FOR THE TURN AROUND ON CURSING LMAO You can tell he's always been the youngest who people aren't sure how much they can curse around lmao He's so soft honestly he talks such a big game and then CRUMBLES when called on it lol

Asfdsfs she fell through the same hole again afsdfsdfsd

Drista has been introduced to a Weapon and she’s gotten ATTACHED lmaooo

Wait HOLD THE PHONE Dream has multiple sisters??? Lol

“Yeah I like Shit” Dream: “whAT???”

Bye Drista it’s been nice!!! I hope she had a good time, she seems like a good kid (who is definitely not a content creator lol though she keeps up admirably)

Drista’s one of the few people who can make Tommy speechless lmaooo he looks actually shocked lol

Also first mention of GhostInnit…. cc!Tommy…..

Keep preparing…. Was his original plan to rush Dream even if (maybe especially if…) he died? Fuck man

Also holy shit was this stream right before Quackitys? ? amazing

This was honestly such a BLAST and a really good time, and I can see why its viewed as one of the few breaks we get during Exile :) I feel so refreshed and it was so so nice to have Tommy hanging out in L’manburg having fun with his friends (even if Tubbo was stuck being a Hallucination and Also Banned lol) No deeper insight, I just haven’t stopped smiling for an hour and a half <3

#dream smp liveblog #dsmp exile arc #tommyinnit #drista #technoblade #dreamwastaken #the shulker man the SHULKER #Ive been hearing about that for AGES glad to see the actual footage

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years

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Dream SMP Recap (December 27/2020) - End of Week

Today on the Dream SMP:

War Crimes, a tense confrontation, cat maids, Festival decorations, Mr. Beast joining the server, analogies about peaches and contracts to transfer the ownership of one’s bones to Tubbo.

Overall...just a normal day on the server, really!

As usual, a summary of the week’s total events is at the end of the post.

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DISC UPDATE: Dream supposedly has the real “Cat” after being given it by Skeppy. ---

- HBomb gives Tubbo his Christmas gift: some mending books

- H and Tubbo play Hide and Seek With Murderous Tendencies

- Techno logs on and gets Tommy a turtle shell helmet and a disc as a gift. He took the materials from Ranboo’s gift too.

- Tommy logs on at his house. Tommy and Techno get back to Techno’s house and Tommy play’s Techno’s “Wait” disc. They sing it together. Tommy also shows Techno his “Pigstep” DMCA weapon. The ultimate power.

- They plan to sneak into New L’manburg to get to their wolves. They get spotted by Ranboo while coming through the portal.

- Tommy and Techno return to Tommy’s house and Tommy gets spotted by Connor while hiding in de walls. They engage in a homeownership dispute. They threaten Connor’s eyes with a fork and trap him in a box.

- They decide to kidnap Connor and hold him for ransom. They escort him back to Little Penis Land and get spotted by Ranboo again.

- Tommy continues to use advanced interrogation techniques on Connor (torture) while Techno goes off to speak with Ranboo. Techno tells Ranboo to go speak to Tubbo about getting his items back, or Connor will die. Ranboo points out that Connor isn’t a citizen, but after some more talk Ranboo agrees to go get Tubbo.

- They try to waterboard Connor while they wait, but it doesn’t work since Connor starts to self-actualize and come to terms with his mortality.

- They argue over who is better at torturing. Connor says that all of this is taking a psychological toll on him and that both of them are equally horrible people.

- Tommy threatens to drop an anvil on Connor’s head. Ranboo arrives and says that Tubbo is ready to meet them. Tommy doesn’t feel like he’s ready. They bring Connor along, having broken his spirit. Eret is also there.

- Tubbo is shocked that Tommy would side with Techno. Tommy is shocked that Tubbo would try and execute Techno.

- They do the trade and let Connor be free. He immediately dies to a spider.

- Techno tries to convince Tommy that Tubbo isn’t actually Tommy’s best friend. That Tubbo is actually a bad guy, that he’s not looking out for Tommy’s best interests.

- They return to the Nether portal and Dream is standing right there, looking at them.

- Dream tells Tommy that Skeppy gave him “Cat.” Techno says that Dream won’t be getting Tommy today, as he steps between them. Dream mentions the favor that he has yet to call in, but says he won’t be redeeming it today.

- Tommy tells Dream to go fuck himself and they return through the portal. Tommy even jumps into lava to show how it doesn’t affect him anymore.

- Tommy refuses Techno’s rocket launcher, as that’s the crossbow that killed Tubbo. He goes off on his own to listen to “Wait” as he watches the sun set over the Arctic.

- Fundy has come up with an idea for an epic firework show, the most explosive and amazing firework show ever. He wants to complete his mob grinder for gunpowder, so that he can create those explosives for the Festival in preparation for killing Dream.

- Fundy goes to the Mooshroom Biome and tries to convince Phil that he’s brilliant and that his plan for a grinder will work. Phil explains why Fundy is wrong by showing him a better example in his Hardcore World.

- Wheelza Minecraft.

- Dream and Mr. Beast mysteriously log on, Mr. Beast in Spectator Mode.

- Fundy whispers to Dream that he wants to talk but Dream doesn’t respond.

- Ranboo works on games in New L’manburg for the Festival.

- HBomb becomes Fundy’s maid again for an hour due to Ranboo redeeming his prize from L’Cast.

Ranboo: “It’s not torture, it’s content...forced content.”

- Tubbo gives his incredibly cursed speech about peaches to Fundy and gains contractual ownership over Fundy’s skeleton. The removal will take place Thursday morning.

Fuzzy and smooth, but never to be confused with hairy, of course. The surface of a peach.

Ranboo: “And remember! You can’t spell ‘fraud’ without ‘fun!’”

- HBomb helps Fundy move his fox. Mr. Beast and Dream log off.

- The fox falls off a cliff in the Nether and dies. Fundy is heartbroken.

- The two of them attempt to move Fundy’s cats to his home in Dry Waters. Fundy begs Phil for help in chat but Phil can do nothing to save him.

- Mr. Beast logs on again.

- They make it to Dry Waters with all the cats intact.

- H questions Fundy about why he has a picture of George’s lips. Fundy explains that he wants to kiss them but H says he thinks the true reason is something else. Fundy leads him to the Mooshroom Biome and tries to get him to help with the mob grinder.

- Tubbo and Ranboo call Fundy again to show him a song.

- In order to keep Tubbo and Ranboo in the call to save him from HBomb, Fundy starts telling them a wild and very canon story about the SMP about dinosaurs, Dream being muscular, and many other things.

- As the time runs out on HBomb’s timer, Fundy and H look at what they’ve accomplished and Fundy stabs H in the back with his sword, killing him and ending it.

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Upcoming Events:

- The reveal of Pandora’s Vault at some point

- The L’manburg Festival will be held on Tuesday the 29th

- Mr. Beast’s event

END OF WEEK RECAP:

12/21: Bad and Ant check on their Crimson experiments

12/22: Phil’s escape, attack mob in the Holy Land

12/23: Tubbo’s birthday, Tommy makes a path, experiments on the Crimson continue

12/24: Wilbur’s Christmas karaoke

12/25: Tommy and Tubbo chill non-canon stream

12/26: Lani’s visit, Tales From the SMP Pilot: “The Town That Never Was”

12/27: Connor’s kidnapping, Tommy and Dream’s confrontation, HBomb becomes Fundy’s cat maid again

#dream smp #dream smp recaps

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onecanonlife · 3 years

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In which Tommy travels back in time and tries to prevent a nightmare from happening to everyone he knows. Everyone else, meanwhile, is highly concerned.

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Part Three: Wilbur

Wilbur oversleeps.

He doesn’t mean to. He never means to. But he does, and when he wakes up and finds the sun halfway to its peak, definitely mid-morning rather than the predawn he was hoping to find, it serves as a shock to his system, and all he can think is, shit. Because sure, he’s been pretty fucking exhausted lately, but that’s no excuse. He’s supposed to be the leader here, and leaders can’t lead when they’re sleeping.

And gods above know what Tommy’s managed to get into this morning, or what Dream’s done, because Dream’s been suspiciously quiet over the past few days and there could be an attack at any moment now, and shit, shit, shit.

He fumbles his way through dressing, tries to neaten his hair, fails utterly, and gives up and pulls his beanie on over it. Not very professional, but it’s fine. This is fine. He can’t hear any screams, so nobody’s dying. Probably.

He steps outside of the hastily-constructed house he claimed for his own, and it’s less of a house, really, than a single room with walls and a roof liable to cave in at any second, but it serves for now, and he never claimed to possess his father’s building prowess. There will be time for infrastructure development after independence is secured. But he steps outside, squinting against the sunlight, and finds—everything in order. Everything looks fine. Nothing is on fire, except for the ever-burning camarvan. The walls still stand.

That should be his next step. The walls.

He climbs his way up, surveying the area. The surrounding lands appear just as they were left last night. No ominous structures set up. No fucking TNT cannons. All is calm, peaceful, and he has learned not to trust peace, these past few weeks, but if everything is alright for now, he’ll accept it gladly. Even if it doesn’t last.

He sighs, bracing his hands against the battlements. All too often, these days, he’s found his mind wandering down paths they never would have before. He can’t help but wonder what Phil would think if he knew the full extent of what he’s up to. His father tried so hard, when he was younger, to shield him from war, from the legacy that he and his best friend laid out behind them. And Wilbur cannot blame him for that protectiveness; his first experience of war has only been a few weeks long, and he’s finding he doesn’t care for it, even if he’s discovered a knack for tactics.

The thing is, though, he’s always wanted a legacy of his own.

Phil always said that it would be through his music. He never told him that he had his doubts about that, that he loves his songs but that something in him always calls for more, something just out of reach, just beyond the crest of the next hill. He’s not sure his father knows how ambitious he really is, in the end.

He should probably write him. He’ll do it after the war is over. After he has a country to invite him to see. After he’s built something that his dad will be proud of. And if he leaves out the struggle it took to get it, nobody has to know but him, because it’s certainly better that Phil doesn’t.

“Hello, Wilbur,” Dream says, right by his ear, and he jerks, pulling his sword from his inventory in an instinctive motion. How he missed the bastard’s approach, he has no idea, but Dream is standing right there, right on the walls next to him, covered head to toe in netherite armor, smiling mask firmly affixed to his face. He holds no weapons yet, but Wilbur knows all too well how quickly that can change.

“You’re trespassing on L’Manberg property,” he snaps, trying to disguise the frantic racing of his heart. His feet shift into a ready stance, a movement that’s old hat by now, both from this war and from Technoblade’s training when he was a kid, even though the sword will never be his weapon of choice. “With armor on, too. You’re not allowed to wear armor within our borders.”

He doesn’t know why he bothers to try. Dream won’t obey. He never does. That’s why they’re at war in the first place.

But then, to his shock, Dream chuckles, inclining his head. And then, piece by piece, the armor disappears, accompanied by the familiar clink of metal landing in an inventory slot.

“Right, right,” Dream says, as if he hasn’t just blown all of Wilbur’s expectations out of the water. “Of course. I guess I really should be trying to get off on the right foot with you, here. Congratulations, by the way. I’m sure you were happy to hear the news.”

What is he—?

What is this? Is he trying psychological warfare now? Is that what this is? Because Wilbur has absolutely no idea what he’s talking about. Is he supposed to know what he’s talking about? Dream’s acting like he should know what he’s talking about, and he doesn’t particularly want to give him the upper hand by revealing that he does not, in fact, have any idea what he’s talking about.

“Thank you,” he manages, a beat too late, but Dream doesn’t seem to notice, just continues on blithely.

“I just figured we should set up an official meeting of some kind,” he says. “One country leader to another. Get some peace treaties drawn up, write some trade agreements, draw some official boundaries, all of that stuff. I’ll admit, I’ve never done any of that before, but it can’t be too hard, right?”

“Right, I’m sure,” Wilbur replies, nodding along. Because, what?

“It doesn’t have to be right away,” Dream continues, and he just keeps talking. “I can give you a day or two to settle in, get stuff in order. There’s no real rush, but we should get it done soon. I don’t want to leave anything up in the air. That’s not the kind of thing that promotes stability.”

“Of course,” he says.

Dream goes to say something else, and then stops, tilting his head again. This time, it’s less mocking, more curious. “You do know what I’m talking about, right?” he says, and the game is up. Wilbur feels caught, but he breathes deeply, fights off his rising blush, gathers up all his composure.

“I’ll be entirely honest,” he says. “I’ve got no idea what the shit you’re on about right now.”

He’s not expecting that to make Dream laugh. But he does, tossing his head back and carrying on, loud and long, and then it devolves into a tea kettle wheeze. Genuine amusement, then, though at what, Wilbur isn’t sure. He doesn’t appreciate being laughed at, but he can’t help but feel like there’s something going on here that’s going straight over his head. He doesn’t appreciate that very much, either.

“Oh my god,” Dream manages, as soon as he’s capable of speech, mirth still dancing in his voice, “he didn’t tell you? Still?”

Something icy gets its claws around his heart.

“Who didn’t tell me?” he demands. “Who didn’t tell me what?”

“Tommy,” Dream answers, and those claws squeeze. His heart skips several beats, and suddenly, he’s casting back in his mind to the last time he saw Tommy. It was last night, wasn’t it? Just last night? He sent him to bed, because Tommy often tries to take late watches, claims himself capable, but he’s not even quite sixteen yet. Wilbur may have pulled him into a war, but he’s still a teenager, and Wilbur’s going to do his damnedest to make sure he comes out of this as intact as possible. And that means getting enough sleep.

He looked fine, last night. He was fine. He has to be fine.

He’s moving before he realizes it, his hand fisting in the front of Dream’s hoodie.

“If you’ve done something to Tommy, I’m tossing you off this wall right here and now,” he snarls. “Don’t test me, Dream.”

A year ago, a month ago, he never would have pictured himself making a threat like that. Never would have imagined himself capable of following through. But he is different, now, from the way he started, different already, and there is a part of him, a part of him that whispers to him in crows’ voices, that is scared of what he will be by the time the war is done.

“I haven’t done anything to Tommy!” Dream protests, raising both hands, though he sounds unconcerned. “I swear, I haven’t. He gave us a really good chance to, last night, but we didn’t take it. You should thank us for that. It was pretty stupid, what he did.”

“Explain,” he demands. “Explain right now.”

Tommy’s a resourceful kid. He can picture him getting himself in and out of an altercation easily. But the way Dream says it, it’s like he put himself in the situation in the first place, like he sought it out, and what the hell was Tommy even doing, outside of the walls so late at night? The walls are there for a reason. The walls are there for protection. The walls are there to keep his people safe, because maybe he didn’t exactly set out to start a country, in the very beginning, but he’s going to see it through. By all the gods, he’s going to see it through.

If, that is, this kid doesn’t give him a heart attack first.

Dream shoves at his hand, and he lets him go without an argument. Dream takes a step back, putting a bit more space between them, and then leans against the wall.

“Tommy came to us last night,” he says, “and traded his discs for L’Manberg’s independence.”

It’s a simple sentence. A very simple sentence. But somehow, the words don’t make any sense.

“Congratulations, President Soot,” Dream says, and he knows, he knows the bastard is smiling under that mask. “I look forward to establishing relations between our countries,” and he isn’t, Wilbur knows that he isn’t, but he’s enjoying this because he’s just dropped a bomb on him and he knows it, because—

“Leave,” he rasps. “Get out.”

Dream does a little salute, short and mocking, and then hops over the side of the wall. Wilbur hopes he takes damage, hopes he breaks his fucking legs. The sound of water hitting the ground tells him that he doesn’t. He can’t even be upset about it, because his heart has jumped into his throat, pounding in his ears, and all of the words were fine individually, but all together, they’re too much to process.

Tommy gave up his discs. And now L’Manberg is free. Just like that, the war is over. And Tommy gave up his discs. Tommy walked straight into enemy territory without telling him and handed over his most prized possessions, all for the sake of L’Manberg’s independence. And he succeeded. He got it. He sacrificed something dear to him, something that Wilbur never would have asked him to give up, and he did it for them. For L’Manberg.

Giddiness is the first emotion that fills him, and next is pride. Because this—this is above and beyond. He never would have asked Tommy to trade away something so important to him, but somehow, he found it within himself to do it, and he got what he wanted from it. He got what they all wanted. Somehow, Tommy managed to end their struggles in one fell swoop, and they’re not related, neither by blood nor by adoption or anything like that, but Wilbur thinks that this must be the sort of pride an older brother feels when watching the younger grow up, watching the younger go on and accomplish great things.

They are free, and it is because of Tommy. He feels like he’s on cloud nine. He feels like he could fly.

And then reality crashes back in.

Tommy didn’t tell him that he was planning this. Tommy didn’t tell him, might not have told anyone at all, and that means he strolled straight into the arms of their bitter enemies, people who might have killed him without a second thought. No one has died yet, and he always intended to keep it that way, but the thought of Tommy alone, at night, creeping his way into the belly of the beast, sends a chill down his spine.

Tommy could have died. Tommy could have died, and he wouldn’t have known until he woke up this morning, woke up late, and saw the message on his comm. TommyInnit was slain by Dream.

And then, another thought occurs to him: Tommy hasn’t come to him. Hasn’t come to brag, hasn’t even come to just tell him, to tell him that he’s just single-handedly won their independence. And that is not a Tommy-like thing to do, to let something like that go unremarked upon.

Something is wrong. Dream might have lied. He could have hurt Tommy. Tommy could be injured right now. He doesn’t even know for sure that he made it back.

Tommy gave up his discs for L’Manberg.

It still barely makes any sense to him. But there’s no time to make sense of it. He rushes back down the wall as quickly as he can manage, and then it’s off through their settlement, eyes darting around, hoping for a glimpse of him. He checks Tommy’s house, first, the ramshackle, makeshift thing he’s been sharing with Tubbo until they can get better buildings erected, and he’s not there, and Tubbo isn’t either. The camarvan turns up nothing. He’s considering leaving L’Manberg entirely, going to check by Tommy’s other house, the one built into the hill, when Tubbo comes up beside him.

“Morning, Wilbur,” he says, and then frowns. “You alright, man? You’re kind of pale.”

“Tubbo,” he says, and grabs him by the shoulders. Maybe a bit too emphatically, because he suddenly looks a bit alarmed, but he’ll be concerned with that later. “Tubbo, have you seen Tommy today?”

Tubbo’s frown deepens. “I was coming to see if you knew where he was,” he says. “He was being a bit off last night. Think he had a nightmare or something. But he’s not with you?”

“No, he’s not.” With every word out of Tubbo’s mouth, he feels his own panic grow. It is one thing for Tommy to hatch some sort of plot and not tell him. That is—well, it’s not fine, but Tommy doesn’t tell him everything. But to keep Tubbo out of the loop? To, presumably, visit him before leaving and yet still not tell Tubbo what was going on? It’s unlike him. Very unlike him.

“Okay, well, he’s got to be around here somewhere,” Tubbo reasons, his brows creased. “L’Manberg’s only so big. Should we go look for him together, then?”

“Right,” he says. He breathes, in and out. Tubbo’s a good kid. Very sensible. Very down to earth. And he’s right, of course. Tommy has to be around here somewhere. Any other possibility is out of the question. “Right, of course, let’s go look.”

So they do. They take a systematic approach, first checking all the most likely places and then combing every inch of their land in a grid formation. Tubbo’s suggestion, again. But that turns up nothing, either, and he can feel the panic creeping back in, because what if he actually didn’t make it home? What if he was out there in the dead of night, distraught and alone, and something took advantage of that? What if some mob looked at him and recognized him for an easy kill?

He’s not dead. He can’t be dead. There would have been a notification. But he could be injured somewhere, incapacitated, in pain and all alone, and he can’t let that happen, can’t let Tommy be hurt like that on his watch—

“Oh, wait,” Tubbo says, and pulls on his sleeve. “There he is.”

Wilbur jerks, and stares in the direction he’s pointing. And sure enough, Tommy’s there, right in front of the camarvan, and Eret too, it looks like. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt relief as pure as in this moment.

“Gods,” he breathes, and starts toward them, calling out, “Tommy!” And as he approaches, he gets the sense that something is off.

The first thing he notices is Eret’s expression. Pure, unbridled confusion, mixed with what perhaps might be something like anxiety. And the reason for that is clear enough: Tommy is holding their face very firmly in his hands. Which is bizarre, and Wilbur blinks a few times to make sure he’s seeing this right, because Tommy doesn’t—he doesn’t just do that. That is a gesture reserved only for people he is very, very close to. Tubbo gets that treatment. He’s been on the receiving end a couple of times himself, but not often. And he knows that Tommy and Eret get along just fine, are friends, just like all of them are, but he really didn’t think that the two of them were close enough for this. And judging by the look on Eret’s face, they didn’t think so either.

And Tommy is just standing there. Not speaking, not doing anything else. Just staring Eret in the eyes—or the glasses, rather—with a startling intensity.

“Tommy?” he asks, as soon as he’s close enough that he doesn’t have to shout. “Is everything alright?”

And Tommy startles. Withdraws his hands from Eret’s face as though he’s been burned. Turns to look at him, and Wilbur freezes in place, because just for a second—

There is fear on Tommy’s face.

He doesn’t understand what could have caused it. But it is undoubtedly there, only for a moment before it is smoothed away into something more neutral, if strained. And he hates it, hates it viscerally. He never wants Tommy to look at him with that expression on his face. It makes him feel sick to his stomach.

“Ayup,” Tommy says, and his voice sounds—rough. Like he hasn’t slept at all. “Morning Wil, Tubso.”

It’s casual. Far too casual for what Wilbur has just learned, for the panic he’s felt for the past half hour or so, unable to find this kid, this kid who is basically his brother, for all he pretends to protest against the moniker. Tommy is his family. Tommy is his family, and he risked everything last night, gave up everything for the sake of Wilbur’s everything, his grand ideals, his great vision, and now he’s standing there like nothing at all has changed.

“Ayup, Tommy,” Tubbo says. “You feeling any better this morning?”

At Tommy’s side, Eret shifts uneasily. Their expression is still one of concern, and Wilbur wonders exactly how long Tommy had been standing there like that, or what their interaction even was to get them to that point in the first place. It’s confusing. He’s confused.

“I’m great,” Tommy says, and—no, no, they’re not going to do this.

“Tommy,” he breaks in, and Tommy stiffens. “Tommy, last night, why did you—you just—why wouldn’t you tell me?”

It’s not quite what he should be asking, but it’s what comes out. And his voice is annoyingly desperate, and he hates showing off so many emotions like this, especially in a public space, but he can’t stop himself.

“What about last night?” Tubbo asks.

“Last night?” Eret echoes, and looks to Tommy, who blinks, his gaze darting between the three of them but landing on Wilbur most of all, and it’s like he’s nervous, almost, anxious about how he’s going to react, and—does he think he’s going to be angry about this? Perhaps he is, but only in the sense that he’s angry that Tommy took such a stupid risk. Below that anger, that anger born of fear, his pride burns bright. Surely, Tommy must know that?

“I—look, I knew you’d say no, alright?” he says. “But I knew that I could do it, so I did it. Simple as that.”

Simple as that, he says. As if he didn’t give up his greatest possessions. As if he didn’t win them the war, win them their freedom, win for them the reality of the values that this country was founded upon.

“What’s going on?” Eret asks.

“Yeah, does this have something to do with what you were saying to me the other night?” Tubbo says, and then looks at him. “Wilbur, what are you talking about? What happened last night?”

Tommy sighs, and says nothing. Wilbur swallows, and maintains eye contact with him as he speaks, searching for some kind of reaction.

“Dream came to me this morning,” he says, and does not miss Tommy’s flinch at the name, “not even an hour ago. He said—he said that we were free. That the war was over, that L’Manberg was its own nation, that he wanted to set up a meeting for diplomatic ties and whatnot. He called me the president. And, um, he said that you won it for us, Tommy.” He pauses, just for a moment, trying to get his emotions under control. He mostly fails. “He said that you came to him, last night, and you traded your discs to him for L’Manberg’s freedom.”

“You did what?”

Tubbo’s voice is dismayed and disbelieving all at once. And Tommy flinches, draws into himself a little, and that’s not the reaction Wilbur would have expected, but literally none of this is what he would have expected.

“Yeah,” he says, sounding quiet, a bit defeated. “Yeah, I—I did. I knew he’d take the deal. And I just wanted—I wanted the war to be over, yeah? Before anybody got hurt. And I knew this would work, so I just went and did it.”

“You couldn’t have, though,” he finds himself saying, before he even know what he’s going to say next. “Maybe you could’ve guessed that he’d go for it, but—Tommy, what if they’d killed you? Taken what they wanted and killed you right then and there? I just—” He breaks off running a hand through his hair, remembering too late that he’s got his beanie on. His fingers dislodge it, and he readjusts it with more fervor than is necessary. “I just can’t believe you did that without telling someone. Without telling—” Me, he wants to say, but holds himself back. No matter his feelings regarding Tommy, the deep respect and even deeper love that has grown in him over the course of their friendship, he doesn’t have a monopoly on Tommy’s attention. Perhaps he would have preferred for Tommy to tell him, but he’d have settled for Tommy telling anyone.

“What, are you worried?” Tommy says, and Wilbur only spares a second to wonder why he sounds so disbelieving, because—

“Yes,” he bursts out. “Gods, Tommy! Dream came to me with this and my first thought was that you’d died! Or that you hadn’t made it back, that you were out there somewhere, alone and needing help, and I didn’t—Tommy. Tommy, please tell me you thought of this. Please tell me, tell me that you were prepared, at least. Tell me that you—” He cuts himself off again, shaking his head hard, and under any other circumstance, he would be kicking himself for the display, for the outburst of emotion, for the lack of eloquence, but he thinks he can be excused for the moment.

Tommy’s mouth works for a second.

“Oh,” he finally says, weakly. “Um, right. Sorry, Wilbur. No, I had it handled, trust me. Sorry, I didn’t, um. Didn’t mean to scare you like that. Sort of just—did it, y’know?”

“It’s okay,” he says, even though it kind of isn’t, because Tommy’s continued to shrink into himself, and he doesn’t want that. “It’s okay, Tommy, I’m just glad you’re okay. And, gods above, what you did—” He steps forward, then, unable to help himself, and takes Tommy by the shoulders. Tommy stares at him with wide eyes. “I never would have asked that of you. I couldn’t believe it when Dream told me. And Tommy, I—I’m so, so sorry. But I am so damn proud of you. You hear me? So damn proud. I know what that must have taken, for you to do that. And I’m so fucking proud of you.” He smiles, then, wide and a bit watery. He’s not going to cry, he’s not, but emotion is rising up in his throat, thick and overpowering. “You did it, Tommy. You won us L’Manberg.”

Tommy returns the smile, if a bit tentatively. “Yeah,” he says, “I guess I did, didn’t I?” And then, the smile widens, and he puffs out his chest, putting his hands on his hips. “I hear that makes me the leader now. You’re speaking to Mister High President King Lord Innit, so show me the respect you owe me, eh?”

“Absolutely the fuck not,” he replies, but he’s laughing. “No, no, enough out of you, go, take Tubbo and go get yourself whatever you want out of our rations, you’ve fucking earned it, Toms.”

Tommy offers him one last grin, and then he ducks out of his grip, grabbing Tubbo’s hand and dragging him in the direction of their storage. He can hear Tubbo’s voice already, high and offended at the fact that Tommy went and did this without telling him, and perhaps all is right with the world after all. Some things do not change, even when everything else does.

He went to sleep last night a rebel, a general. He woke up a president. How about that?

“Do you think he’s alright?” Eret asks, and he starts, almost having forgotten they were there.

“Probably not,” he admits. “Not entirely. Those discs meant a lot to him. But we’ve got time to figure it out.” He turns to them, then, makes eye contact with himself in the reflection of their sunglasses. “What was he doing with you, before we walked up?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” they reply. “He came up to me, sort of yelling a bit? Punched me in the shoulder a few times. Couldn’t figure out what that was about. Then he thanked me for something, and then he hugged me, which was a bit odd, and then he did the, uh, thing, with the holding my face? And then you and Tubbo arrived. I honestly don’t know what any of that was about at all.”

He hums, and looks out after the boys, at their retreating backs. As he watches, Tommy slings an arm around Tubbo’s shoulders, his other hand gesticulating wildly.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” he says softly. “It’s Tommy. He makes it his job to be unpredictable.”

“You’re right about that,” Eret says. “I suppose congratulations are in order, President Soot?”

President Soot. It’s got a nice ring to it. He is the leader of a free country now, and it is thanks to the kid he sees as a younger brother, whether he’ll admit as much out loud or not. He is the leader of a free country, and that means there is much work to be done.

But he gives himself a moment longer, and smiles at the way the midday sun shines in Tommy’s hair.

It’s all for them, after all. Land is just land; as long as he can give his loved ones the freedom they deserve, that’s enough for him.

#mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fic #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #tubbo #eret #/rp #cw swearing #cw death mention #cw injury mention #both of those are hypothetical #cat writes fic #long post #time travel au #surprise!! bet you weren't expecting a new chapter of this today!!!#:DDD

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