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tommy’s stream today, eh?
#‘am i being hacked? why didn’t you warn me?’#i love them.#tommyinnit#tubbo#what a great way for tommy to be welcomed into youtube streaming#mightaswellspeak
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the great adventures of y/n tubbo tommy ranboo and george - trampolines and chaos
this is part 13 to the great adventures series
an: so it’s very clear y/ns love language is spending time with people and physical touch, all love mentioned is platonic
you and ranboo settled in rather quickly. However, there was good and bad news the bad news was you both had to isolate which meant when tubbo would go out with the others the pair of you couldn’t go the good news however, was that it would only be for a week and that you could both spend a lot of time together catching up and talking about anything that came to mind making the pair of you grow close. the pair of you would work on the scrapbook with tubbo, this was your favourite thing to do as ranboo would add his own twist to it and often came up with new ideas, you would both stream together for your twitch channel when tubbo was out and when he would come home you would all stream on ranboos channel. you often found yourself helping ranboo film videos for youtube or help him cook when tubbo was streaming. since you shared a room with ranboo every night you would sit on the couch pulling him close so you could play with his hair whilst a random film would play in the background, today was no different you sat on the couch and put bo Burnham's inside on whilst you waited for him to walk over with a blanket so he could sit in between your legs letting you play with his hair
“your hair got long boo…I’m going to try and plait some of it”
“I couldn’t get a hair cut and you know this”
you laughed quietly to yourself continuing to plait some of his hair he would occasionally sigh and pretend he didn’t like it but it was pretty obvious that he was beginning to relax under your touch, you continued plaiting his hair listening to him quietly sing along to the songs. it was moments like this you both loved and appreciated but would never tell anyone that it happened. it was your little secret.
after five days passed you and ranboo were free to go meet with others again meaning you could finally go out and film the trampoline vlog for tommys channel which you spent the last five days planning. safe to say you were excited, you hadn’t been to a trampoline park in a while. you woke ranboo up at 10 am you didn’t need to worry about tubbo as you heard him walking around talking to his phone it took a few minutes to realise he was doing a Twitter space. tubbo sent you a message earlier to let you know that there was a package for you near the door so once you got ready you went to grab it, inside was a couple of shirts, hoodies and hats from your sample merch you were honestly amazed. ranboo walked up to you grabbing one of the shirts and a hoodie.
“y/n these look great wow”
“I got a couple of each size, find the sizes you want and they’re yours”
a few minutes later ranboo walked back into the room wearing your merch
“mind if I wear it for the vlog”
“of course you can ill be showing it on stream later”
and with that you all made your way to the tubbo and began your journey to the trampoline park, it was a relatively quick trip the three of you spent the entire trip talking about stream and youtube ideas.
as soon as Tommy saw you all walk into the trampoline park he ran over tackling you all into a hug
“Hey guys, how have you been! we’re just waiting for George”
“speak of the devil he’s just arrived..ranboo I am not an armrest”
“sorry y/n it’s not my fault that you’re the perfect height to be one”
a few minutes later you all made your way to the trampolines. this is where the chaos began you all didn’t know where to begin, excitement took over and safety when out the window. you and ranboo challenged each other to see who could jump higher
“CATCH ME RANBOO”
“HUH Y/N”
you jumped from the trampoline you were on into ranboos arms (luckily as if he didn’t catch you, you would have fallen)
“thank you boo”
Tommy dragged you all the area where you had to try and hit the person opposite you off of the plank, you stood laughing as tubbo instantly hit Tommy making him fall
“boooo”
“I’d like to see you do better y/n”
“bet..tubbo get back on”
the pair of you put up a decent fight, Tommy ended up distracting tubbo which allowed you to win, you then went against George and won then ranboo decided to go against you
“…haha hey boo looking awfully tall today”
“you look awfully short today”
you then tried and failed to make him fall ranboo on the other hand was able to make you lose your balance however you weren’t going down on your own so you dragged him down with you. after that you stood in awe watching tubbo do tricks on the trampoline
“look at him go he’s like a gazelle”
“I'm sorry ranboo what gazelles have you been watching”
“you don’t know what I’ve seen y/n”
you laughed as Tommy went up next claiming that he could also do that…he couldn’t.
George noticed a box and attempted to jump over it followed by you who only just managed to jump over it as you got distracted on the run-up, up next was tubbo who jumped over it, Tommy tried to jump over it but ended up rolling over it you stood shaking your head as ranboo went next unsurprisingly he jumped over it easily then lied down on the box
“Hey how’s it going”
you and Tommy had the same idea
“we’re going to jump over you ranboo”
“oh no please don’t- OH GOD”
so you and Tommy failed to jump over him and crashed into him
“hey boo-“
“that didn’t go to plan”
“no, it didn’t”
you and Tommy got up and decided to lie down with him you noticed tubbo at the run-up getting ready to jump over the three of you, you all screamed as tubbo successfully jumped over thou all
“holy shit”
“oooohhhh”
“didn’t doubt you for a minute tubs”
you got up and went over to George who seemed to be having a lovely time on the trampolines, you heard screaming in the background and turned around to see ranboo chasing Tommy who decided that the safest option would be to run headfirst into the wall
“what the fuck is up with him”
you all stood on the inflatable safety hazard not knowing which way it was going to turn, this didn’t go well for any of you as everyone but ranboo (because he was filming) was instantly hit by the inflatable you ended up on the floor you looked up to see ranboo looking down at you
“don’t look at me like that boo”
“you really do amaze me”
“I put a rock in your pocket”
“no- what how”
you couldn’t contain your laughter as ranboo pulled out a rock which you did indeed place in his pocket sometime during the trip. you all decided to try again on the inflatable this time it went slightly better…for less than 30 seconds you got hit and dragged over to tubbo and George who had also been hit
“Hello boys”
a few minutes later you tubbo and ranboo tried again this time it went well for you, you managed to pay attention and ignore ranboo who was shouting that he will beat the machine. well, it went well till ranboo got hit as you found it hilarious which ended up being your downfall as you got distracted.
you all decided to have a totally safe game of dodgeball
“guys it’s like mcc”
you and ranboo looked at each other before yelling about how you both wouldn’t know, you decided to aim at tubbo who was focusing on Tommy which allowed you to hit him multiple times
“Y/N I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS”
you made your way over to him tackling him resulting in you both falling
“We are bee boy”
“I hate you”
“love you too”
after helping tubbo up and aiming at Tommy you heard ranboo yelling
“I just got hit in the balls by tubbo...OW AND Y/N THANKS A LOT”
“you’re welcome my beloved”
you sat with ranboo as the others continued to play dodgeball, he tapped your thigh to get your attention, you turned your head to see him holding part of his glasses
“your other pair is in my bag I’ll go get them”
“I’ll come with you”
after ranboo told the others the pair of you made your way to your bag
“thank you y/n…how did you know I’d break them”
“tubbo and I both carry a spare pair on us just in case. we went out to get them on our way to the airport”
the pair of you made your way to the others who were now stood waiting for you
“Woah what the fuck is this”
tubbo tapped your shoulder and whispered that someone is on their way to explain what it was, a few minutes later one of the workers came over and explained how it works and what to do, you all watched Tommy go up you tubbo and ranboo constantly made jokes about him the entire time, you continued to do this as tubbo went up
“can I clickbait this if you die”
“oooh can i”
ranboo went next you and tubbo both tried to hit him with the dodgeballs from earlier however you both missed you watched as ranboo slid down and looked at you
“sup”
“oh god I’m next”
you went next the entire time you made comments about not letting go
“what if I don’t let go”
“I will personally drag you down”
you looked down to see Tommy pretending to get ready to drag you down
“NO TOMMY”
and with that, you let go
“Hello boys that go fast doesn't it”
George went next and screamed the entire way down you and tubbo looked at each other questioning if you heard the same thing before looking back at George
“Are you okay”
one at a time you all jumped off of the mini wall onto the soft landing below, Tommy landed funny accidentally hurting himself
“Tommy I love you but you’re an idiot”
ranboo went next landing in the same pose as before
“sup”
“stylish..real stylish”
tubbo pushed you off before you even had the chance to jump
“TUBBO I SWEAR TO GOD”
“REVENGE FOR HITTING ME IN DODGEBALL”
the others sat down looking up at you and ranboo who was now stood on the wall looking down on them
“jump”
“okay”
“wait what”
ranboo grabbed your hand and jumped off onto the landing taking you down with him
“Why does this always happen to me why not George or Tommy”
Tommy ran off after asking you all if you all thought he could request a song as he returned you could hear mask beginning to play and Tommy trying to sing along whilst running over to you all. you all then spent a good while messing on the trampolines so Tommy had footage to use for a montage after that you all made your way to some chairs so you could have a minute to relax and have a drink. you sat next to tubbo trying not to laugh as you watched ranboo attempt to drink the water through his mask
“oh wait did you just-“
“now your mask is going to be wet”
tubbo and Tommy ended up running off to get more content for the vlog and George ended up walking off somewhere, ranboo looked at you before welcoming you with open arms, the two of you sat in each other’s embrace watching Tommy and tubbo run around the park.
“you doing okay boo”
“I’m alright a little hot”
“that’s expected I mean you’re literally wearing a hoodie and mask with glasses I’m surprised you can even see when you're on the trampolines”
“I can't”
the two of you sat talking for a few more minutes before going back to the trampolines running, jumping and falling over. 10 minutes later you sat with Tommy watching George definitely do something on the floor, you weren’t quite sure what he was trying to do
“wooo go, George”
“thank you y/n”
at this point, it was clear you were all getting tired you all went off to buy a slush before sitting back down in the chairs you were making your way to sit with tubbo however your dear friend ranboo pulled you down to sit with him
“oh hello”
“hi y/n”
“I have a slush”
“as do i “
before you could speak again you heard Tommy and George messing with a walkie talkie, you sat looking at the two of them not realising that ranboo also had one
“give us more trampolines”
“hi George”
as you didn’t expect this you jumped slightly making ranboo turn his head and laugh
“Jesus christ when did you get that”
“well tubbo gave me it I was going to tell you but I wanted to scare you y/n”
after cooling down you all went to the play area, you found a slide and ran to it ranboo not far behind
“y/n wait for me we can go down together”
“okay go behind me”
ranboo got on behind you and held onto your waist so you didn’t go down without him. Tommy noticed this and wanted to join the chain
“We can go down together”
“alright hop on”
“slide trio”
“tubbo…there’s four of us”
not wanting to be left behind, George decided to join the chain
“is everyone ready”
“no”
“don’t care”
and with that, the five of you made your way down the slide, after this Tommy dragged you all to the mini jump area where you all sat watching George have a great time
“I don’t care about the rules”
“you’re doing great”
you all ended the trip at the inflatable safety hazard again, you sat with ranboo who kept an arm around your waist whilst recording Tommy who was just constantly being hit and knocked over even though he wasn’t playing
“just get out just get out”
“get out get out”
“he’s dying”
“I'm using this for clickbait on stream”
later that night you decided not to stream as you decided that you’d rather spend the night scrapbooking and playing random board games with tubbo and ranboo
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Just A Bet (GeorgeNotFound)
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pairing : georgenotfound / george x reader - dreamwastaken/dream / clay x reader
summary : you’re just a bet to him. that is, until he realizes that you’re someone with a title. he scrambles to pick up your broken pieces, but he doesn’t realise that he’s too late. (angst) (trigger warning) (happy ending)
a/n : here’s sorta a little AU for you guys, don’t take any of this seriously, some things in this are clearly made up. side note ; holy shit i have more than a 100 followers right now. thank you so so much.
everyone has probably dreamt of being a princess, a real one. for example, when the movie ‘the princess diaries’ came out, people wanted to be mia thermopolis and rule genovia.
sounds like a dream, that is, to be going to high school and have plenty of paparazzi’s chasing you, or to be able to be recognized everywhere.
in reality, it is the complete opposite of living the dream. you could barely walk out without being recognized if you didn’t cover up your face in some way. you were restricted to do many things, even to just hang out with your friends to grab lunch.
to other people, they might just tell you to suck it up, that in the end of the day, you’re royalty, and that these are only tiny problems.
you agreed, sure. but you did want to smell the fresh flowers outside. you wanted to be able to get food from wherever, with whoever without people’s prying eyes.
you just wanted freedom.
to whom might be reading this might be confused. you’re a princess. just like the movie, yes. princess of saudi arabia, you are.
you are fairly young, still in your twenties. most people your age are out having fun going on a girls night, or still studying for their degrees, or even working right now.
but you were prohibited to leave the castle. you were told to leave on the queen’s orders, only during meal times.
some days, you really liked it, being a princess. if you weren’t being egoistical, you would say that your face really did suit the royal title.
you didn’t have to leave your room to make stacks of money. but the problem with that was, what would you do with the money if you couldn’t leave the house?
so you went on the internet. you settled on the internet. with the queen’s permission, of course.
sure, she can be strict like all the time, but she tried her best to give you your freedom. so she let you have social media accounts. you being you, the public immediately found your accounts.
you couldn’t find new friends, they were too scared to come across you. so you just entertained yourself.
this isn’t bragging, but a lot of people knew who you were, but that doesn’t mean everyone does.
since you barely had a childhood, with being born and raised royal, you entertained yourself watching minecraft youtubers. for some reason, it calmed you.
dream team, as you called the group, caught your eye. you watched all of their videos, caught up with every single live streams of theirs, even followed their instagrams and twitters.
one morning, when you woke up, you found your instagram notifications fuller than other days. you were fairly confused. that is, until you realised that the whole of dream team had followed you back.
they definitely know who you are and what you do now, right? they have a large fanbase, surely, they would’ve told the boys.
your followers, since seeing the boys follow you, have told you to start playing games. you didn’t disappoint them. you asked your parents if you could and they granted you permission to do whatever you wanted.
they told you “this would entertain the public and love you even more.” and smiled at you. you thought maybe they hit themselves in the head today with the leniency they gave you. but you pushed that thought. maybe they thought you have grown old enough.
valkyrae, a streamer on twitch had reached out to you after knowing about your gaming desires. she asked if you wanted to join her and her group to play among us together.
you almost immediately agreed and the rest of her friends welcomed you in with opened arms.
your mum gave you one condition, that you had to follow in order to film yourself playing games. that is, if you kept yourself poised and respectable. you agreed to her shenanigans and started to play with rae.
playing with her meant that you met countless different content creators, such as corpse husband and pokimane. they all were super nice to you, even when you had told them that they didn’t have to be nice to you because of your title.
soon you had found yourself in an amazing group of friends and you felt great about yourself.
you and rae had sustained such amazing friendship that she had came over to your house multiple times for meals.
you’d text her “come over to my house, let’s eat lunch.”
and she’d reply with “your castle you mean?” she jokes around.
your friendship was loved by many people out there.
one thing you didn’t say was that not everyone was obligated to know who you are, which then happens to be funny to see when they did end up finding out who you are.
just the fact that they show such shock to their faces, and the tone in their voice changes.
“holy fuck, she’s royal.” toast says as he came back from googling your name to know more about how you came about in a game of among us.
“i’m so sorry for the past rounds.” he apologizes for the time he accuses you for no reason.
“please treat me the same way you used to, i’m just y/n when i’m playing games, definitely not a princess.” you told him.
you didn’t have a big ego, although your parents did. “they need to know that you’re important.” they told you, but it never stuck to you. you wanted to be respected as a person, for your personalities, not because of a stupid title you were born in.
sykkuno, rae and you had decided to make an smp, where you three would start building things for fun and stream it.
you three had enough fun until it got boring, for you to start asking your other friends to join. the first person you offered to tour your little world was corpse since you and him had clicked so well.
because you started playing minecraft and streaming it, it got the attention of minecraft youtubers. and for some reason, the seventeen year old, tommyinnit had found you interesting enough to talk to you.
with tommy being that close to you, you attracted tubbo and wilbur soot, as well.
“i am in a vc with a princess.” tommy had said on stream when you two decided to play minecraft along with tubbo and wilbur.
sure, the teenage boy got a little annoying at times, but you found it entertaining and funny. of course, tommy being tommy, he’d ask slightly personal questions about how royalty works in saudi arabia.
not that he knew how royalty works in general, anyways.
“the queen is still my favourite woman, but you come in close second.” he told you once. you laughed at that.
no big title could stop you from fangirling the moment the man, dream itself had sent you a donation, and then later sending you a direct message.
“let’s play minecraft together soon, seen me your discord.” he dmed you one day. of course you complied.
for some reason, you never had the chance to play with george, and you played minecraft with sapnap and dream separately, never together. not that you were complaining.
you decided on a more chill and laid back stream on that specific day, not really feeling like going on a minecraft server or play among us with your bestfriends when you got a text from an unknown number.
hey. they sent
who’s this? you sent a text back.
my bad, this is george. they sent a text back to you.
holy shit. why would george text you. sure, you have played minecraft and among us with him sometimes but he isn’t one to give out his number so this was weird to you.
although you consider to be close to the entirety to the dream team, you often tried to avoid texting them, especially outside of streaming. you didn’t want it to be awkward or tense.
surprisingly, as your conversation with george lengthened, it became less and less awkward. the more you two texted, the more you felt like you and him had been friends for the longest time.
being the princess, raised in a castle meant that you didn’t really have a social life. other than being put together with some prince of another country in hopes you’ll fall in love with them or marry them, you haven’t really had a legitimate boyfriend. not even a crush.
to you, the princes in the world can be arrogant, snobby. they act like they are the most important thing in the world, that if they walk in a restaurant, everyone was to drop all their work for other people to entertain them.
sure, this could just be the way that they were raised, but you didn’t want that in a man, a husband. it wouldn’t kill to be a little humble.
princes are also a bore. they live practically the same lifestyle as you. conversations were never interesting, always the usual.
to summarise this, since you and george have been talking and texting, you had fallen for him. hard. and it seems like he’s feeling the same way, just that the both of you hadn’t really said anything.
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DREAM’S POV
being really close friends with someone, more than one person, bestfriends, that is, meant that we had a group chat together.
nothing constructive was ever said, only boys being boys.
nick was the one to bring it up. and since he is the youngest, he sure does say some stupid things.
dude, you should try to get in y/n’s pants. nick asked george in the groupchat.
there was a running joke between the nick and i. george lives under a rock, basically. when everyone was walking on eggshells around you, trying not to offend a princess, he never really cared.
and that was when nick and i found out that george had no clue you held such a title on your pretty little head.
you are a beautiful girl, no doubting that. i was sure that many people, even before you started streaming had a major crush on you. george definitely fits right in. he was practically vomiting hearts when he first saw you.
it was meant to be funny. it was never meant to go this far. nick didn’t mean for his little bet to break a heart, let alone a princess.
but he did. well, technically george did. he was so brutal with it. he toyed with your feelings, like he had no care in this world.
no one would’ve guessed that the little cute, short george would do something as bad as he did.
and now, no one can find you. no one.
you were there, smiling in front of your camera one day and you were gone the other. just gone. no one knew where you went.
granted, you are royal. it must not be hard to get people to hide you. but at the same time, you had major reporters trying to find you. and they couldn’t. what does that leave us?
where did you go?
come back.
and although i know you want to hear this from george instead of his friends, you won’t. because he probably doesn’t.
we miss you.
please just text us, we need to know you’re safe.
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YOUR POV
you left. you had to. it had been extremely humiliating.
you didn’t think someone as sweet as george would do that, it all happened so quick.
you had flown to england to meet him. he encouraged you to. it felt amazing to leave your hometown, you’ve lived there all your life. you definitely needed to fresh air.
it took a lot of convincing your parents to let you fly to england. without a doubt, you knew that the only way you’ll get to leave is if you had a guard with you.
this isn’t that kind of cliche story, your guard could literally be your dad, get your head out of the gutter, you are utterly in love with george, and you were sure george knew that and that’s why he encouraged you to fly to him.
the first couple of days were fun. he brought you to all over brighton for you to experience what it’s like in england. he told you he wanted you to get your first real experience as a tourist, and that was what he did.
winding down for the night, you brought him to relax in your hotel suite. frankly, george was surprised that you could afford such a place. but he didn’t want to ask where you got the money from, he didn’t really care.
all he wanted to do was to complete his dare. his ego was too big to lose this time.
that night was when you decided to tell him about your feelings about him. you were pretty confident that it was going to go smooth sailing. just the way he treated you showed so much about his feelings.
so you did, you told him. while you told him that you love him, more than friends love each other, he looked you in the eyes. you weren’t sure what that meant.
but he smiled. or smirked, you weren’t sure.
and he kissed you. and the night didn’t end with you just kissing.
so you thought the night was amazing, that it couldn’t get any better than that.
that was, until you woke up the next morning.
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you woke up, sun shining straight into your suite, curtains wide open.
although you didn’t really feel the presence of another person in the room with you, you brushed it off. you felt like something was off, that something was missing.
you rolled over in your hotel bed, to see if the british man was laying next to you.
he wasn’t. in fact, he was not in the hotel room at all. you checked the bathroom, the small little living room in your suite. he was found nowhere.
you tried to see if he had left traces of himself in your hotel room, a sign that he was indeed there and that you hadn’t been dreaming it all.
but the pain between your legs caused by the brit told you that it was all not a dream.
so you did what a logical person would, text him. maybe he left to get food.
but you knew that wasn’t the case the moment you had unlocked your phone.
texts flood in, your social media notifications seemed to not be stopping anytime soon.
you opened your texts messages. a couple from your parents, a lot from rae, multiple from some minecraft youtubers who you called friends.
besides your parents, they were asking if you were okay. they were telling you to stay safe and to lay off social media for a while.
your parents were practically screaming at you through texts. they called you a disgrace, not an honour to the family. you didn’t understand where this was coming from.
you opened twitter, knowing that it was going to be the easiest way for you to find out what had happened, and why were you involved in it.
you were trending. number one worldwide. you clicked on your name. your phone left your hand, falling hard to your hotel floor with a loud thud as you covered your mouth with both your hands, crying.
two pictures. two photos that said it all.
first photo was of you in bed, obviously naked under the hotel duvet. you were still sleeping. there was light coming from the windows, that showed that it had barely been sunrise when it was taken.
second photo was what hit you the hardest. you wanted the earth to swallow you from below. it was a photo of your back, very naked back. it was clear that it was a photo that had been taken during sex.
and it was obvious who you had it with, because he was the one who posted it all over twitter.
george.
that was why he left, with no traces of him ever being in the hotel room.
you weren’t sure what was his motive. but you sure did know that he had completely broke you.
crying, you picked up your phone from the floor, calling rae.
“oh my god, tell me you’re okay.” she was panicking on the phone.
“i need to leave.” you told her. you knew that she would immediately understand the severity of the four words you told her.
since then, you never came back. to the eyes of public, it was as if you never even existed. you were gone.
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you moved with rae.
she had to leave her roommates to settle in with you. her roommates weren’t mad at her for leaving them. they completely understood, you needed the help.
although her roommates wanted to help you, they couldn’t. you needed to have the least amount of people to be with you.
it didn’t help that they were all content creators, too.
rae told people that she moved because she wanted her own space, so that she can make better videos. when she announced she was moving, not one person speculated that you had been the reason of her move.
you paid for the house, you needed to. you owed her. no matter the amount of times she told you that you owed her nothing, that she was just doing it because she loves you, you couldn’t let her pay for a single thing.
you needed to up your security, too. so you two had decided to get a house that was pretty big, somewhere in the mountains, with top security, away from other people.
your parents soon calmed down after that day. they told you to come back, the begged you to come back. but you told them that you needed the time alone at that moment, and assured them that you would be okay.
so they did what parents would. they made sure you were well taken care of. they sent you massive amounts of money, sent your their trusted guards to stay around the house.
they did this all for you without the knowledge of the public.
your parents told reporters that you were well safe, and would not be in the public eye, not until you were ready.
you helped rae film certain videos. well, not like there was anything good to do in the massive mansion, anyways.
all your social media pages were still up, just not updated. you left everything. you had created a more private one, for your close and trusted friends to follow.
and you thought that nothing could really top that eventful day in england.
but it did.
you’re sat on toilet in on of the bathrooms, rae rubbing your back.
pregnant. it was clearly written on the test.
no fucking way.
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in no ways were you ready to be a mother.
as a little kid, you had dreamt of being a mum, alongside a successful man who took responsibility.
you never would have seen yourself to be a mother alone, with the help of your bestfriend.
you never thought that you would be a mother, whose dad is someone who clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you.
rae stayed with you all the time. even through the gross vomit sessions in the morning, or all the time, in your case.
but you were in no way shape or form ready for a child. you had to raise a child on your own. even the thought of that had emotionally drained you.
weeks after you found out you were pregnant, you were significantly getting more moody, and rae knew that.
she made sure you ate well, slept well and kept up with eating vitamins each day. that was until, you couldn’t take it all anymore.
maybe it was the stress. well, it was the stress.
you blamed it all on the emotional toll the pregnancy took on you. your body was practically screaming for help. help that you need, but you weren’t in the right head space to offer the help to yourself.
it was a typically normal day for rae and you. besides rae screaming in her gaming room while streaming, it had been pretty quiet.
you felt queasy, but you pushed it off. it was normal for you nowadays. everything almost made you throw up. the look of something, the smell.
but on that day, it was a different type of feeling in your stomach.
one second, you were walking into the kitchen, trying to get some water, and the other, you were on the floor, in pain.
you screamed. this was the worst type of pain you’ve felt in your life. you screamed for anyone who could hear you. you were sure that even rae’s stream could hear you, but you didn’t care.
soon you heard multiple footsteps. one of your guards came to your aid before rae did. he supported your head on his lap, him sitting on the floor.
he told the other guard who came soon after he did to call the ambulance.
that was when you finally found out what was happening.
“holy shit, she’s bleeding.” rae repeated to herself.
you were bleeding? that wasn’t good, right? that meant bad things, doesn’t it?
you felt like you were floating, like your limbs were as light as a feather. that was because you were losing consciousness.
you lost it. you lost it and found out it was a boy.
now the two boys you love more than your life aren’t here with you, forever.
you cried for weeks, rae next to you, making sure you were still alive and eating. she was the only one that stayed by your side in real life. sure, your online friends did care about you, but they just couldn’t be there with you.
clay and nick had always been texting you, sometimes calling to try their luck, clay mostly. you knew they cared about you, and they wanted to make sure that you’re okay. but you felt embarrassed. you didn’t want to face anyone, even if people kept saying that you did nothing wrong.
apparently rae’s stream heard your scream, and that was how rae found out that you were in danger. she couldn’t hear through her headphones, but her chat kept spamming her about it, and that raised alarms.
they kept asking about the ‘mysterious girl screaming’ in rae’s stream. it was short lived, though. rae told them that she had a friend over and that they were injured, and that rested the chaos for a little.
you were sure that some people knew you were living with her. most of them were almost like detectives, after all.
you didn’t blame the stans. it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that you would live with her, anyways.
since the awful day at the hospital, you have texted clay and nick. you wanted to tell them that you were okay, that you aren’t hurt, at least not physically anymore.
it didn’t take you long to start calling clay daily again. other than rae, you didn’t really have anyone. so you told clay.
it felt weird talking about a baby that used to be in you to someone whose bestfriend was the dad of. but he completely understood you. sure, he couldn’t say for experience, seeing as he clearly can’t get pregnant, but he supported you, made sure you let it all out to him.
you and clay grew close, almost bestfriends. although you and nick were close, he’s still in college, and that meant that he usually didn’t have time to talk to you as much as clay did, and you didn’t blame him. school can be a pain in the ass.
but you still made sure to never keep nick in the dark. as much as clay is one of your bestfriends, so is nick.
clay made sure never to talk about george to you, which deemed to be difficult since they had been friends for years. he had accidentally slipped his name out to you a couple times, but you were sure he didn’t meant to do that.
other than the usual “george has been sleeping like a log” and “he slept through the smp war.” you hadn’t heard anything else about him, but it seemed like he was doing well.
clay had told you about the bet.
“nick brought it up, but we didn’t think he was actually going to go through with it.” the floridian said.
you aren’t the type to hold grudges, not even if they did you really dirty, so you told clay that you were on the path of being fully healthy and that he didn’t need to apologise for his friend’s behaviour.
“are you ever going to come back?” he asks you in a facetime call. you knew exactly what he was talking about. he wanted to know if you’d ever come back on the internet.
you didn’t even know the answer yourself. you weren’t sure. so you told him that.
“maybe, maybe not. who knows.” and that was months ago.
you had plenty of time to heal, to get back on track. but nothing could top your pain of losing your child, that you never got to hold, to kiss, to spoil.
telling your mother about the loss of your baby was the hardest. she is a traditional woman, always telling you to get married before bearing children, but that didn’t mean she didn’t love the baby you were carrying in you.
she cried on the phone, sobbing, hiccupping. you wanted to hug her so bad, she even asked you when you’d come back, but you told her you needed time, but you’d be there soon.
for some reason, although you got maximum hours of sleep each day, you still felt exhausted. you consulted a doctor, but he told you that it was normal since your body is still fragile, but the exhaustion never really went away as months go by.
being bored at home, and hearing rae having fun made you feel lonely, it made you feel like you were left out. so you made the decision to come back. not to stream, but to appear in rae’s videos.
rae and the rest of the group welcomed you with open arms. they were caring and made sure you felt comfortable again, not stepping any boundaries. not that you cared, the public was bound to know everything soon enough.
so you did that.
you were playing proximity chat among us, with the usual people. at that point, you and the other nine people were still in the lobby, chatting, until corpse sounded out.
“what have you been doing nowadays?” harmless question, in your opinion.
you didn’t want to hide anything anymore, and rae knew what was about to happen.
“been having a lot of rest. doctor said that i’m still fragile.” you told corpse.
“are you sick?” toast asks. some people would’ve been offended at that question, or take it the wrong way, but you didn’t.
“actually, i suffered a miscarriage recently.” you told them honestly.
there was no awkward silence. immediately, everyone started apologising, saying “sorry for your loss.”
you brushed them off, telling them that it’s okay, that they didn’t offend you at all for asking that question.
“feels good to get it out my chest.” you told them, laughing at the end of that sentence.
“she hasn’t slept well at all, she really wanted to tell you guys.” rae told her
one by one, they all spoke to you, asked you if it was even okay that you all talked about it on streams. you told them that it had been your choice to tell people this way, and they had nothing to worry about.
on the other hand, it was tough for george. not at first, though. he thought it was going to be easy, having sex with a pretty, virgin girl and ditch her alone in a country she she hasn’t personally been to.
but that changed the moment she disappeared. the guilt never really hit george until people started bashing him on the internet.
at first, people were too focused on the girl. people discriminated you, called you a slut. they didn’t think that george was wrong at all, although he was the one who took the explicit photos and posted it.
but then, people, mostly woman had started to realise indeed how messed up it was.
george really couldn’t care that you “left.” but then people kept on commenting on his posts. specifically, they often left a comment saying “really bold of you to do that to a princess.”
at the start, he thought the comments meant that they couldn’t believe he did such terrible things to their princess, someone wholesome they cherished. he didn’t realise that his comments literally meant that you are a princess.
so he googled it. he wanted to know why people kept calling you ‘princess’ or ‘next on the throne’. he was curious, and he wasn’t expecting it all to be real.
when he googled your name, a huge google tab came out.
princess of saudi arabia.
this must be a typo, right? he couldn’t deny that you are indeed a pretty girl, he just couldn’t believe that he had done such things to someone so royal.
he never even thought that one day, he would score to talk to celebrities, let alone be able to be in bed with an actual princess.
so he doubted it.
but then he kept looking.
he looked at images of you. photos of you with a small tiara, next to what seemed to be the queen of saudi arabia, wearing a long, modest emerald gown. the photo was taken when the king had a birthday.
picture after picture, he started to doubt his thoughts even more.
he couldn’t lie, your face really fit the title. if he really thought about it, your existence screamed royalty. the way you spoke, your poise, the way you strut in a hallway and was able to wow a crowd without trying.
george always assumed that people only stared at you in public because of how beautiful you are. he never really realised it all until now.
usually, guys can be insecure when they hear rude comments about how a lanky man is able to get a beautiful, confident woman. but to george, he felt even more egoistical. he used you, truly like a trophy wife.
that was until he really realised.
now, he thinks that everything he did was just a plain asshole move, not saying it isn’t if he did it to any other normal girl.
“i fucking messed up” he thought to himself, reading press conferences about your princess title.
if he thought he messed up then, wait till he found out you were pregnant, and then later losing it.
he felt like he was in a fever dream. it felt like a written book, not real life.
he kept slapping himself, pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. it all felt unreal. so many things were happening.
now, he’s more concerned than guilty. he wanted to know if you’re okay. even he felt like he can’t cope with the information he was given, how would you feel?
furthermore, he kept reading theories that the scream in the background of valkyrae’s stream was yours. had you lost the baby there? had you lost his baby there?
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he called clay and nick. he wanted to double check. it was all a lot to handle, knowing you’re a princess and a mother in the same week.
nick screamed at him on discord for hours, literally. george knew clay was just as mad, just as disappointed. he just didn’t have the energy to say it all, even though all he wanted to do was fly to england and beat george up.
although it took george a while to realise everything he did was messed up, he came to. and he really did want to contact you. but really, anyone in your position wouldn’t even glance at his name twice after what he did.
he was happy that you were looking healthy on rae’s stream. although you weren’t really ready to stream on your own again and many people understood that, and never pushed you.
but whenever he saw you sometimes on rae’s facecam, he could see that pain, deeply hidden in your eyes. you were trying to cover up the fact that you were still trying to heal.
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CLAY’S POV
it was infuriating to see george not really giving a shit at first, and then changing to a new man. it took you to tell the world about your lost child for him to own up to his mistakes.
nick and i had been friends with him for years, it takes a lot to just dump a friend, a close one at that. so we did what we could, help him wake up from this “dream” he’s in.
that didn’t mean we weren’t mad at him still.
if he didn’t want to own up, i will.
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the subsequent years came by and went really quickly. people were starting to forget the drama that you and george were in. people soon became uninterested about it, but still stayed with you, encouraging you to heal slowly and take your time.
that was what you liked about the internet. granted, some people can be mean, but the people who supported you were the ones that helped you keep going, helped you find a reason to wake up in the morning.
no, you’d never forget that you lost a child, and you were reminded by the people on the internet who made it a pact to make sure george never forgot that too.
george did end up talking to you a couple years ago. you accepted his apology, but not him. you were sure he only wanted to apologise after knowing that you were the next in the throne.
speaking of throne, you were back in the castle. not permanently, but you visited often. you still lived with rae, and you had actually started streaming on your own again a few months before george reached out to you.
clay and nick had been supportive of you since the start, still clearly apologetic even though you told him that you had forgotten about it and that it hadn’t even been their fault in the first place.
but they were persistent, clay more than nick since nick was still very busy with college. you loved the two of them and considered them to be one of your best friends, aside from rae.
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GEORGE’S POV
it was difficult. i felt like i had no shame to just text her one day after being gone for so long. but i actually felt bad. i know it was a rocky start.
i had been so focused on winning the bet and not wanting to be called a pussy from my friends that i disregarded you, your feelings.
i knew from the start that you had been a great girl. you were just so sweet to everyone you meet, even strangers. it warmed my heart, it made me feel safe to be around you all the time.
not that i can say that right now anyways, i didn’t have the right at all, after what i did to you.
i don’t know what love is, given the fact that multiple girls had left me before this. i asked myself often if what i felt for my exes were actually love, or had i just been desperate.
but i felt like when i was with you, it had been love, or close enough.
but i couldn’t just burst it out one day that i love you, we weren’t really even dating.
given that you had been pure, prior to me, it was shocking to see you so open, so welcoming to me. it was like you had known me forever, that you trusted me.
and i took advantage of that, and later i got the consequences.
i suffered the consequences. i see him with you. and i see that you’re happier with him. if it was any other guy, i think it would hurt less.
but it was my own best friend. it was clay.
all the instagram photos you post, his face blurred or covered, or when he posts a photo of you, it all hurt.
i started the fall for you, for your genuine heart, and when i finally decide to do something about it, someone else had done it before me.
deep down, i knew that clay would’ve been the better choice for you anyway. but it still hurt me. hearing his voice coming from behind you when you stream without your facecam.
everyone was so supportive of you and clay, they’re obviously happy that you found someone who treats you better, even i knew that.
i wished i hadn’t taken you for granted, i wish i hadn’t listened to the stupid voice in my head reminding that you were all just a bet, that i wouldn’t love you like you think i would.
i felt left out.
a while ago, you were in florida with nick and your boyfriend, clay. it stung to see nick and you streaming so happily, not remembering me.
but i deserved it. and i knew you deserve to be happy, after everything i did to you.
but that didn’t compare to the pain i felt now, a year later, seeing photos of clay and you, his face turned from the camera, facing you. he was down on one knee, proposing.
and although you were crying and your hands covered the bottom half of your face, i could see how happy you are, i could see the amount of love you held for clay.
how i wish i had done things a little more differently.
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Benrey canon timeline
1. [REDACTED]
2. Employed at Black Mesa. Met and befriended Tommy, Jefferemm, Josh, and Forzen at some point, as well as a single random Coomer clone.
3. hey. i KNEW this was gonna happen. i’m TELLING you- look, i’m... i like everything, i’m a great cool. i feel a good, but you make me angry! rememb- ...no! you remember..? the first time we met... you wa- you walk in- i’m on my shift, and you come in, and you got a dick slip in your... in your HEV suit. and i tried- i tried to stop you... i tried to tell you! i was stopping you, i was going “hey. yo dick out”, but you didn’t- i was tryna be nice, and then, you were talkin’ to my friend, j- jefferemm, and you’re telling him like, “awwww i don’t have my passport BLEUH MNEEUGH” but, and... he was so upset, he has anger issues, i was gonna protect you from him, we were- i was gonna be NICE to you. remember that??? no! that’s just my job! i- i mean, if there’s a dick- if, y’know, someone’s dick out on the job, i gotta stop ‘em. but like... you don’t remember? no, no! like... the first time we met. what test? LISTEN, i had a whole thing planned at the end of my shift, me and my friend... gonna go home, we were so close to clocking out, and then you show up, dick out, ruining shit.. and we’re- we were gonna go... home, and play... ohigot playstation THREE, we’ve both got playstation plus, one month... and... i got Heavenly Sword... new game out. Heavenly Sword... is NOT a rip-off of God of War. hap- happu- uhhh- Heavenly Sword was going to be the new Halo for Sony. and it was gonna be GREAT. there was gonna... Heavenly Sword was gonna have DLC where you could have 60 people in one server! throwing fraaags... n’ shit. and you RUINED that! and now i have to... go ask everyone at my job, it’s embarassing to ask for a free month of playstation plus cuz i couldn’t go home and play with my friend. YOU KNOW HOW S- how sucks that is for me??? bro!? it’s REALLY annoying! and then i have to go home, and i- i load up Youtube Yownloader to look up Heavenly Sword videos cuz i can’t DO IT because you RUINED it cuz i couldn’t go to the GameStop and get it from my friend Josh who’s the cashier. YOU WALKED IN WITH YOUR DICK OUT and ruined the whole night! My friends are here. These are the people I met online on when I had Playstation Plus. SONY CEO JACK TRETTON SURVIVED a nuclear- a nuclear bomb! SONY CEO JACK TRETTON HIRED... a Nintendo CEO Reggie and they built a big... BOMB that was gonna go off... but I saved the WORLD! so i didn’t- i didn’t have a big plan! i was ‘sposed to be nice, but you forced me to be BAAAAD so i gonna be baaad. friend. the- the- the- the big plot is slowly unraveling before our eyes, look at this. BBB. BBBB. WELCOME. AAHGHK AHH BBB BBBFBMBF BBB
4. His true nature is, unfortunately, kept [REDACTED] on a ‘need to know’ basis, and you, dear reader, do not need to know.
5. Comes back to life, sits in a urinal, high-school bullies Gordon Freeman in a cinema bathroom, hangs out with one of his skeleton friends, and watches his past self onscreen.
6. A few weeks of presumably nothing
7. Hacks his way into the Player’s stream. Commits several heists with varying levels of property damage and casualties. Wields a flamethrower that allegedly runs on his hatred for Gordon. Saves or attempts to protect Gordon’s life multiple times. Dies, but not really.
Additional notes: [REDACTED]. Expresses sadness and mild resentment for his death at the hands of the Science Team, though he dismisses past events and his rocky relationship with Gordon as ‘...whatever, man. it’s whatever,’ when pressed.
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The end of L’manburg was disappointing (and why rollercoasters and fun)
I really wanted to like this war. I really did. And I did like many things (Which I will go through don't worry) but... Look, the event was not bad by any means. But this is the first big event that I can say was mediocre at worst and good at best. A solid 6/10 maybe (All other story arcs and events are from a 8/10 to 10/10), specially after the marvelous festival from yesterday. So let’s see first the things that worked:
- FUNDY AND NICKY POPPED OFF. Them destroying the provisions before the start was great because it did not only made sense for their (Very tired of being sidelined and very tired of L’manberg’s bullshit) but it also had plot repercussion. In a story, for an action to be significant it has to have two things going for it: An emotional repercussion and a plot repercussion. This had both: Two og L’manburgian giving up on their nation and causing the L’maburg forces to be under-and I can’t stress this enough- very under prepared. In Eret’s case it is a lot harder to justify because her arc was never very consistent as I have said before.
-The villains were very smart and intimidating. First the chose to attack L’manberg the day after the festival giving them little to no time to prepare. Second, they attacked earlier and devised a plan to cause the most destruction possible. Dream and Techno are many times smarter than many movie villains.
-Tommy exposed Techno for the hypocrite and selfish pig he is. Good for him.
-Anything Ranboo does is gold of course. But, I think joining Phil is a bit of an iffy decision. For someone who doesn’t choose sides he surely chose the one that caused the most destruction and pain for all of his other friends. He is probably one of the most exciting people to watch in the future
-Tubbo jumping in front of Techno’s blast to protect Tommy (I do not want Tubbo to die because he is probs my favorite but that would have been a cool canon death). Tommy asking about Tubbo every 5 seconds. Both apologizing to each other and reuniting finally. Tubbo looking at everything he had built being destroyed, completely speechless. Tommy and Tubbo meeting Dream in the obsidian thing over L’manber. It had a weird final boss feel to it. I wish something had happened between the three there. Maybe a short fight or something. It was still cool.
So, yeah. There is a lot to like about the event. Now I have three main problems with this event:
My first problem is that it all felt a bit... pointless. This reminded me a lot of the movie Captain America: Civil War. It was a great movie, but it did not have almost any consequences. In today’s event L’MANBURG WAS DESTROYED FOR GOOD THIS TIME and... it doesn’t feel like anything has changed at all. Tommy is still on about the disks even after everything he’s been through. Quackity is still... honestly I never know what is going on with him. Techno and Phil are still assholes and have all the power along with Dream. The badlands still haven’t done a thing (A shame). You can say that Wilbur is going to be revived, and yes that is pretty big, but he has been alive before (I actually love that he is being resurrected surprisingly, I’ll talk about it later). You can also say that L’manburg is gone now but... was it really there ever since Tommy was exiled considering everyone basically left?
It feels like we could have skipped everything after Wilbur blew L’manberg and everything would be the same. Like everything in between did not matter. Think of it, is there any major differences (Besides minor character changes) between the end of the Manberg vs Pogtopia war and now? Probably not many. This goes back to what I said in my first post: History is repeating itself a little to much. Another exile, another festival, another execution, another time L’manburg is destroyed. At least there is not going to be another election anytime soon.
I think Tommy’s line to Techno that “You are repeating history but worse” is very ironic. The idea that history repeat itself is tempting and, when done efficiently can be amazing, but this was not the case. I cannot blame theme though, a “history repeats itself” story is very hard to write without feeling like you are repeating yourself. But they were so close. The Schlatt/Wilbur and Tommy/Tubbo parallels are a great example of it because it had the two things that a “History Repeats itself” plot needs: A new emotional background (The Tubbo/Tommy friendship breaking) and a final change (When both decide not to become like their predecessor). That’s right. You can argue that this war had a different emotional background but the end result was the seem. This type of stories are only satisfying if we see the change at the end, imagine how great it would have been if they managed to resolve their differences and truly unite against Dream and stop L’manburg from blowing up.
That is my second problem. I am not against the idea of L’manburg ending for good. But it happened at a very random part of the story. L’manburg, the place that started it all perished because a pig felt betrayed by a friend and Dream was being his usual self. Compare this to the last time it blew up: A fallen hero destroying what he built because he wouldn’t let anyone else have it. It just doesn’t compare. And honestly, we are mostly sad that it is gone because of the first war, the election and the manberg vs pogtopia arcs. If the end goal of three months of storytelling is to destroy L’manburg, why did they spend three months showing how shitty it has become and how everyone left? This last point sections nicely to my last problem
My third and final problem is that it all seems a little samey. Now listen to me on this one. Do you know why the Deadpool movies are so effective at making you laugh? Because it mixes dramatic moments with comedy very well, each dramatic moment elevates the next joke and vice versa. It is also why Tommy’s lore streams are so good, when you juxtapose both drama and comedy it works very well. Like a rollercoaster, the fun comes from all the ups and downs. But can you truly say there were any up moments since the manberg vs pogtopia war. Not really, maybe some but nowhere new as good as the up moments in previous arcs and nowhere near as present. That is why this past three months feel very samey. It has been just constant dread and sadness with very few good moments storywise. Compare this to before when Wilbur was the main writer: Eret betrayed everyone and Dream blew up some of L’manberg, but they won the war and got their independence. Pog 2020 lost the election but Techno joined them and most people were secretly helping from the shadows. They got back L’manburg from Schlatt but Wilbur and Techno betrayed them. See how it has a great mixtures of ups and downs? Today’s event would have benefited from at least one ray of sunshine at the end, maybe a new piece of information returns, or Tommy and Tubbo have a final talk and resolver everything, or something nice for a change. (Wilbur being resurrected does not count, he traumatised everyone, I would not say that is a very happy thing, more of a mixed bag)
But I don’t want come off as too negative. But now I am being cautious of the storyline. I think the next couple of stream are going to be key. There is still hope that some of these problems will be addressed. Even if they are not, the story will have suffered it’s first big dud (Which is a testament to how good and capable everyone is of telling a great story).
PS: English not my first language. You know the drill. I am once again not sending hate to anyone ever. There is nothing wrong with criticizing what you love, I think it is kind of necessary in a weird way.
PS2: I also have hope because I believe that Wilbur is coming back as a writer. On a stream (When he saw Matpat’s theory) he said the was “not currently writing the story” which I found as very suspicious wording. That and Alivebur returning I think makes a pretty compelling case for his return as a writer, I don’t see him as the type of guy that would just return so that someone else would write his character. On another note I hope the current writer don’t feel pressured to follow Matpat’s theory just because he is a big youtuber. While not a bad theory by all means (As soon as Ghostbur said he wanted to be alive my first thought was Quackity and Schlatt) but I would prefer it if they were not manipulated by outside sources to make the story a certain way.
PS3: I have other things I would like to cover. Mainly, I have three ideas for future essays: an analysis of the medium the smp storyline is being made and why it is harmful to it’s story (Specifically it’s eventual ending), a study of how Ranboo’s philosophy causes more harm than good and a “What if” essay of how many road the smp could have taken with it’s story after the manberg vs pogtopia war. I will probably do all three of them eventually but if anyone wants a specific one I can do it no problem. Also, if anyone wants to interact or give their opinions or criticize my ideas you are more than welcome to. I have no friends who are into mcyt and I love the back and forward of different opinions and ideas.
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Angel Milk and Bargaining Naps- [Little!Ranboo/CG!Tubbo CGLRE Oneshot]
Summary:
Ranboo flies all the way to Britain to meet one of his friends, Tubbo. The trip is tiring, but he jumps straight into a stream alongside his friend.
He's tired and needs a nap, and a joke from the stream causes him to slip. Immediately following the stream, he falls into littlespace and just wants to play, despite his sleepiness.
Luckily, Tubbo is understanding and prepared, with a sippy cup of angel milk and a cookie for the little. And lots of determination that goes towards getting the boy to rest, even if it's only for a bit.
Some warm angel milk and a few convincing deals should do the trick.
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This is non-sexual, sfw age regression, dni if you're nsfw/abdl/ageplay/cgl/ect. If any of the creators included in this work say *anything* about being uncomfy with fan fiction/of agere content including them, I will take this down and/or modify it appropriately. If they have already said something that I'm unaware of, please let me know.
A/N: I'm gonna be honest, I didn't know if Ranboo lived with his mom or dad or whatever so I just assumed and made his parent figure (who literally doesn't have any lines she's just there) his mom. Anyways, this is just a soft fic that explores the friendship dynamic between Tubbo and Ranboo, because I really like it.
This is about 3500-ish words, which is longer then some of my other oneshots, which is cool! I really hope that I wrote Ranboo well, I haven't seen much of anything for little!Ranboo yet and wanted to try it, y'know?
I don't think there's any trigger warnings that I need to put, but lmk if there is something I missed. Enjoy the fic!
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"Ranboo?"
"Tubbo!"
Tubbo ran up to the boy in the black and white mask, the other youtuber decked out in a simple outfit. The only thing signifying the presence of his online persona was the mask. Besides that little detail, just one thing so that Tubbo could spot him easily, he looked like any other person.
"You're taller then I thought you'd be," Tubbo muttered, looking him up and down as he came to stand in front of him. Ranboo stood in front of a car, his mother climbing out of the driver's side and going to the back.
"And you're shorter." Ranboo replied, flinching just a bit at the slam of the car door. He was going to be staying with Tubbo for a week, this was his first meet up. And face reveal. Even now, with his mask on, Tubbo had still seen more of his face then anyone else on the internet.
"Oh, how kind of you," Tubbo joked, rolling his eyes a bit and taking
"Shut up and hug me, you idiot," Ranboo said, opening his arms. "I flew in from America, I get hug." he repeated, almost sounding whiny.
Tubbo laughed, jumping into the embrace and melting into the hug. Ranboo gives good hugs, he decided mentally, not pulling away from the affection for a few long seconds. "It's so nice to finally meet you, This week is gonna be great." Tubbo said, pulling away and going to the back of the car, where Ranboo's mom was unloading luggage.
It was gonna be great, for sure.
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Ranboo sat just off camera, his mask now off but sitting on his lap, as Tubbo rambled to the chat. "He's gonna be here for a whole week! Isn't that cool?"
Both boys had been pretty excited for the meet up, they had a lot planned. Tommy was supposed to come by for two days, the second one being a big event with Wilbur and Niki too, all later in the week. This was Ranboo's big trip to meet some of the people he made content with regularly, and he was pretty excited.
"Put on your mask and shit on and come here, Ranboob." Everyone in chat was asking to see Ranboo. This whole trip was kept secret from the internet and anyone not involved in it, it was a huge surprise to everyone.
"I'm not going to if you're gonna be mean," he said defiantly, crossing his arms and giving him a look. He did not appreciate the 'Ranboob' nickname, not at all.
"I'm not being mean!" Tubbo screeched, basically pouting at him. "Come onnnn." he whined.
The childish traits they were displaying were somewhat just played up for the camera, but they were both littles. They knew about one another, but they had managed to avoid talking about it so far, moving from bring Ranboo's stuff inside, straight into a stream.
"Okay, okay, hold on," Ranboo took a few moments to pull on his mask and sunglasses, before standing up. "Move my chair for me, I wanna make a dramatic entrance." he ordered.
"I'm not your maid," Tubbo declined.
"Dramatic entrance or I'm not moving."
"Fine."
Once Tubbo had moved his chair, Ranboo made his silly enterance, strutting over and taking his seat next to Tubbo. "Hello, chat. You can see me, that's different," he laughed a bit. "I don't usually use a facecam."
"Well, get used to it. We're gonna be doing lots of stuff with cameras this week."
They continued talking about some plans they had, videos to make, streams to do. They hopped on the Minecraft and Discord servers, jumping between voice chats and talking to everyone. Eventually, though, Ranboo started to get tired and whiny. He literally took a whole trip from America, the car ride from the airport, and then jumped right into a stream. He was sleepy, goddammit.
Maybe it was being sleepy, and also excited, but he seemed to be falling into littlespace unknowingly. Acting childish, even just for a joke, usually led to feeling childish.
"Tubboooo," He held out his words, interrupting whatever Tubbo was doing on the SMP. He leaned close to him as he spoke.
"Ranbooooo," his friend mimicked him in a teasing voice, not looking away from the screen as he made his avatar run around the minecraft server.
"End stream, nap." he requested, causing the other boy to laugh. "Please?" he added.
"You can nap, my bed's over there," Tubbo told him, pointing off camera. "But I'm not done."
Ranboo pouted under his mask. "You're mean, y'know." he claimed, earning a chuckle from Tubbo.
There was a lot of messages in the chat claiming that they were fighting like children, with all their whining and pouting. Neither of them took it in a mean way though, that's what they were going for. It was funny.
"Sure I am." Tubbo said, looking to him for a moment. He quickly paused to say, "We'll end the stream soon, promise. You can sleep after that." He spoke in a much softer voice then before, signifying that he wasn't joking or anything. He was catching on to Ranboo's little behaviors, past the bit.
Ranboo hummed, before looking back to the screen. Tubbo returned to whatever he was doing, and the chat was 'aww'-ing. Ranboo tried to focus on not completely slipping on stream, making sure that any childlike behaviors he exhibited could be passed off as a joke.
He didn't fidget with any sort of toy, or hold a stuffed animal, he just swung his feet under the table, which the viewers couldn't see. Tubbo noticed it, though.
Eventually, Tubbo said goodbye to chat, and ended the stream. Once he logged off of the minecraft server and turned off his computer, he turned his seat to look at Ranboo. He smiled softly, "Hi, buddy."
He re-greeted him, as if talking to a new person. He wasn't, but it was a way to show that he was welcoming Little Ranboo in a kind way. "Hello, Tubbo." he giggled at the nickname, smiling wide.
"How little are you right now?"
Ranboo thought for a moment, not replying at first. He was old enough to be talking, so far, not having many issues pronouncing things. He wasn't really that small, he regressed to this age by himself regularly. It was fun, and he could play, while still being just old enough to take care of himself.
"I'm five." he decided aloud, "For now."
"But that might change?" Tubbo asked in a questioning, curious tone. Unlike Ranboo, he was just pretending and acting childish on stream, now fading in to a very caregivery demeanor. His friend was obviously small, and he was there to help.
"I dunno."
"Hmm," Tubbo noted that that probably meant he would be slipping younger, even if Ranboo didn't want to admit that. Most of the time, if Ranboo had someone to watch him that he trusted, usually Tubbo or Tommy, he'd slip a lot younger. Because he didn't need to take care of himself, he didn't need to worry about staying big enough to care for himself.
"You said you were sleepy, right? You needed a nap."
"No, no, no," Ranboo denied, shaking his head. "Not sleepy anymore." he claimed, contradicting his previous request. He was sleepy, very much so, but now he wanted to play. Now that he didn't have any viewers to worry about, he just wanted to have fun.
"Oh, really?" Tubbo said, standing up from his seat and stretching.
"Mhm," Ranboo hummed, distracted with the task of stealing Tubbo's much more comfortable chair the moment he moved. He also got distracted with spinning around almost right away. Tubbo didn't stop him, a little amused with how easy it was to entertain him.
"You're not sleepy anymore, not at all?" Tubbo sounded disbelieving.
"Nope."
"Alright. Where'd you put your littlegear? Do you have a sippy cup?" Tubbo asked.
"Black bag," Ranboo replied, not even bother to stop the chair, spinning around and around. He giggled at the motion, stopping when he started to get dizzy. While he was distracted, Tubbo had managed to locate the little bag, pull out a sippy cup, and leave the room.
"Tubs?" he pouted, not liking being left alone. "Tubboooo," he whined, getting up from the seat. "Whoa!" he almost tripped and tumbled, realizing he was still dizzy, and therefore, more clumsy. Once he was standing more stably, he heard Tubbo.
"I'm in the kitchen, buddy!" he heard his friend's voice call out, immediately following it. He ran out of the room, making his way to the
He suddenly got shy when he passed his mom and Tubbo's at the table, talking to each other. He slowed down, walking straighter and trying to act 'big'. "They know, you're okay," Tubbo assured, giving him a soft look from his spot by the microwave.
Ranboo still didn't face the adults, going quiet as he went over to Tubbo, now walking instead of running clumsily. He knew that his mom was always supportive, but he still wasn't the most comfortable regressing around her, or adults in general. The only real exceptions to this was his youtube friends who were older then him, because he didn't exactly see them as 'adults'.
It wasn't like any of them were mature.
The two women seemed to notice his discomfort, simply continuing to talk to one another and not bothering him. If they didn't bring any attention to his childlike behavior, or pretend they didn't notice it, then maybe Ranboo wouldn't mind being childish around them. They didn't want to interrupt or make him feel invalid while he was having fun.
"What're you doin'? You left me." he pouted, suddenly realizing that he had yet to take off his mask and sunglasses when his jutted-out lip was met with fabric. He had spoke quietly, so only Tubbo could hear how little his voice was.
He pulled them off, stuffing them into his pocket and rubbing at his eyes. "I'm making you angel milk, I'm sure you'll like it." Tubbo replied, opening the microwave before it went off and pulling the sippy cup out. Ranboo immediately went to reach for it, curious about the new drink he hadn't tried, but Tubbo pushed his hands away.
He didn't usually drink milk, feeling like it was something for babies, not bigger boys like him. But he didn't reject the babying, Tubbo treating him like he was a little younger then he had claimed to be. He really didn't mind it.
"It's to hot for you, bud. Let's just wait a bit, yeah?"
"Oh." Ranboo seemed a little confused, and embarrassed. He should've known that it'd be to hot, it was just heated up. Simple forgetfulness like this made him feel so kiddish, and not in the good way. This was forgotten when Tubbo ruffled his hair, making him giggle a little louder then he would've liked.
"Do you wanna make a snack while we wait?" Tubbo tightened the lid of the cup onto it, before shaking the bottle and setting it on the counter for the time being.
"Please?" Ranboo confirmed, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt as he asked.
"Yeah, let's see what we have." Tubbo said, opening up cupboards and looking into the fridge, Ranboo simply following him around. Ranboo stopped him from closing a cupboard right before he did by pulling on his shirt, pointing to cookies that sat up in it. Tubbo chuckled, "I should've known you would've asked for cookies. You can have one, but only after eating something else, okay?"
Tubbo agreed to these rules, happy he was getting any at all. He watched Tubbo pull out a plastic plate for him, setting the promised cookie on the side of it. "We have fruit? Do you like grapes?"
Ranboo eagerly nodded, "The green ones?"
"Yep," Tubbo smiled, pulling them out. The next few minutes consisted of Tubbo washing the fruit, putting it on the plate, grabbing the milk, and leading them back to his bedroom.
"Can I sit in your chair, p'ease?" Ranboo asked politely as he shut the door behind them, Tubbo's hands to full to do so.
"Go ahead," Tubbo confirmed. "Good job on asking nicely," he added, earning a smile from the boy. Ranboo immediately ran over to the chair, sitting in it and spinning again.
"Be careful, sweetie. I heard you almost fall because you were dizzy," Tubbo reminded. Ranboo's face flushed as Tubbo continued, "I know you're a bit clumsy when you're small, I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Ranboo didn't know Tubbo could hear that. He wasn't that clumsy, he thought. The stupid chair just made him dizzy.
Tubbo went over and sat in the chair Ranboo was originally in, not commenting on his blushing. "Have you ever tried Angel Milk before?" Tubbo questioned, changing the subject to avoid embarrassing him more, shaking the bottle again once setting the plate of snacks on the desk in front of the computer.
"Nuh-uh," Ranboo shook his head. "Is it yummy?"
"Mhm, it's warm milk with sugar and vanilla and cinnamon in it. It's really yummy," Tubbo confirmed. He tried feeling the outside of the cup, not being able to tell exactly how hot it was. He tipped it over once putting the tip against his finger, letting out just enough of the milk to know the temperature. "I think this has cooled off enough for you, buddy. Here."
Ranboo took the royal blue sippy cup in both hands. The cup part was clear, so you could see the liquid inside, and the lid was his favorite color. The cup was a little smaller then a normal cup, but it was shaped like one, so if there ever came a time where he had to hide that he was using a sippy cup, he could just take the lid off and probably get away with it.
He sipped it, liking the feeling of the warm, but not too hot liquid on his tongue. He drank a bit of it before saying anything. "Yummy," he decided, in just one word, speaking with a soft smile. He leaned back into the chair, continuing to drink it. He seemed calmer, softer, even.
"I'm glad you like it, little one. Maybe don't drink it all before you even start eating, though."
"Oh," Ranboo said, pulling the cup away from his mouth. "Mkay." he agreed, wiping at his lips with his hand.
"You eat while I get some more of your little stuff out, okay?"
"mhm." Ranboo only hummed, swinging his feet under him like he had done earlier. After a minute or so of eating and looking around the room mindlessly, he felt something get set on his head. He looked up, causing the item to fall. The stuffed toy fell into his lap as Tubbo came around the chair, sitting down, holding a few things. He set the stuff in his lap.
"Boo!" he giggled, holding the toy bear close to his chest. 'Boo the Bear' was his favorite stuffed animal, and it was the only on he brought with him, and he was glad he did. To some extent, he knew he'd slip during this trip at some point, that's why he brought all the little stuff. He just didn't expect it to be so quickly.
"I found him hiding in your bag," Tubbo joked, picking up something from his lap. Pajamas.
"No!" Ranboo immediately said, without Tubbo getting the chance to say anything. "Don' need a nap." he huffed.
"I think you do. Just for a bit, so you have more energy to play later!" Tubbo spoke in a mock-excited tone, trying to paint the idea of napping in a more positive light for the little.
Spoiler alert, it didn't work well.
"Noooo," Ranboo whined.
"Doesn't cuddling up with Boo in comfy pajamas sound nice, sweetie?" He tried again.
Ranboo thought for a moment, shrugging. He casted his eyes downward, taking another drink from his cup, suddenly realizing how sleepy the warm liquid made him. Of course, he didn't catch onto the fact that Tubbo did that on purpose, but he didn't really need to know that.
"I'll nap with you, if you want. I promise, I won't have any fun without you."
Ranboo looked up, "Just for a bit?" he asked, in his now babyish voice. Tubbo was doing a fairly good job of convincing him.
"I'll wake you up in an hour or two, promise." Tubbo confirmed.
Ranboo thought again, glancing at the cookie on his plate before coming up with another question. "Can I have more cookies when I wake up? And more milk?"
Tubbo was slightly amused by the fact that he was treating this like some soft of business deal, but he was gonna take what he could get. "Sure thing."
"Okay," Ranboo agreed, hesitancy seemingly gone. "You have to cuddle with me and Boo, though! An- and play with me when I wake up!"
"Deal." Tubbo chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Now, let's finish your food and then get ready for your nap."
Ranboo was able to finish his grapes and his cookie in just a few minutes, sipping the last of his milk before setting it on the desk with the plate. "All gone," he said, yawning a bit. He rubbed a his eyes, leaning back into the seat. He was a lot sleepier then he thought he was.
"Yep, good job. Now, what do we do next?" Tubbo asked.
Ranboo sat up a bit, tilting his head, "Comfy clothes?" he offered, earning and approving hum from Tubbo.
"Are you big enough to do this yourself?" Tubbo handed him a stack of clothes, Ranboo nodding as he took it. Yeah, he was a little younger then five, but he could pull himself a little older to get dressed.
He ran off to the bathroom, leaving Tubbo with the important job of watching Boo. While he was gone, Tubbo moved around the pillows and blankets on his bed so that he'd be more comfortable. Ranboo came back, standing at the door shyly, clad in pajama pants and a matching slight-oversized soft cotton shirt.
"Look at how cute you look! You're so adorable." Tubbo cheered immediately, once picking up on his nervousness.
He was complimenting the boy because he seemed to be nervous about wearing more 'little' clothes around him, because until now, he was wearing 'big kid' clothes and just feeling small. Now, he looked it too. The pattern on the clothes was a bunch of little gold crowns, on a black backdrop.
"T'ank you," Ranboo shut the door behind him again, coming over to the bed and climbing onto it. He took Boo from Tubbo when he offered him the toy, coming up by the pillows and trying to position himself. As he did that, Tubbo shut off the light, glad it was the middle of the day so he didn't have to worry about any 'scared of the dark' issues. "Tubs?"
"Hmm?" The mentally-older boy replied, grabbing one last thing from the bedside table and climbing into bed beside Ranboo, facing him. Ranboo was curled up, stuffed bear cuddled to his chest, content with Tubbo just being close to him. They weren't cuddling, but he was willing to settle with just knowing that he was right there.
"m' feelin' smaller," he admitted after a moment, shy about the confession, yawning again as he sunk into the comfort on the soft pillows.
"Yeah?" Tubbo asked, looking at him softly. "How small?"
"lots an' lots."
"That's so small!" Tubbo, again, was amused by his childish actions. "Do you need a pacifier, sweetie?"
Ranboo, if any bigger, would've protested against the idea of using a pacifier and being called a baby, but he just nodded a bit. His demeanor was softer, and shyier. And it was easy to tell that he had trouble talking now.
"Good thing I already pulled one out for you," Tubbo laughed, revealing the last item he grabbed. A white pacifier, simple and plain, stuffed into his bag just in case he needed it. Tubbo lifted it to Ranboo's lips, the little taking it in his mouth and suckling on it a bit before letting his eyes drift shut.
Later on, he'd be embarrassed about using a pacifier in front of Tubbo, but right now, he was to small and sleepy to even care. The rest of the day, along with the rest of the meet up, would be great. Ranboo would wake up big, and they'd record a video with Tommy and then they'd watch movies. It'd all be great.
But right now, neither of them were worried about the rest of the day, because Ranboo was small and sleepy. Before falling asleep, he mumbled his last words before his nap.
"Ni' ni', Tubs." Tubbo has to stop himself from cooing at his adorable sleepy mumbling. Tubbo was glad that this was something they could support each other with, that this was something Ranboo trusted him with. He was so lucky. He replied, in the simple soft tone that he'd been using all day,
"Night, buddy."
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A/N: okay so they meet up for a week, and I also mentioned tommy, wilbur, and niki, so there's room for me to write another oneshot in this universe. So if that's something you want, then go ahead and request in the comments! I imagine that tubbo and tommy are also littles, while wilbur and niki are cgs.
You can also request in-the-smp fics or just another oneshot for anyone! I might not write it, but please, still request, because the worst that can happen is that I say no.
also someone recently tried to request a fic involving an abusive cg and I just wanna say, I will never write anything like that, so don't request it. The farthest I will go is a caregiver yelling a bit, *NOTHING MORE*.
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Can you pick me up? my uni burnt down (Chapt. 2)
Relationships: Sleepy bois inc (all fics i write are platonic)
Summary:
In which Techno goes to England for University, his building catches fire in the night, and he isn't prepared for the difference in climate between England and California. SBI fluff ensues
Chapter summary:
After waking up, Wilbur has the great idea that they should do a sleepy boys stream. Tommy doesn't get told about this id
Words: 1785
Language: English
AO3 Chapt. 1
Listen, waking up on a sofa, with a thin blanket shared with 3 men was never going to be the best morning. His back hurt and his legs were numb from Wilbur having sprawled out over the three of them as he slept.
Stretching his arms back, he recounted the events of last night. God, it really was only a few hours ago, he was so tired. Had this been last year, he would have been able to stay up for days on end and then just crash for an entire weekend. It wasn’t last year though and Techno had gotten himself into a fairly healthy routine, he couldn’t exactly be sleeping through his uni classes anyway.
“Alright you two” Hearing Philza’s voice, he propped his head up, “Get up, you can’t lay around all day”
A groan came from the mass of blankets and cushions that happened to be Wilbur, who was curled up in the centre of it,
“Phil it's so early and we went to bed so late. It’s fine to sleep in”
“Okay” he chuckled, humouring his tired friend “It’s midday Wil, im taking the blankets away now”
Techno thought it was much too early too, as he tugged the sleeves of Wilbur’s hoodie down a little further so they could act like gloves.
“Do you mind if I use your PC to try and find out what’s going on with my classes at some point? They'll probably send me an email or something” He grumbled, standing up so he could stretch his back out properly, following Phil slowly to the kitchen.
“That’s fine, it's up in my room, do what you need”
Breakfast was nice, it had been a while since Techno had had time for it honestly, and even longer since he had been able to eat with people he cared about. He had a couple slices of buttered toast and a bowl of some british cereal which he didn’t really like but he didn’t want to be rude so he ate it anyway.
“You wanna stream together later?” Wil asked through a mouth full of food, earning a snort from Phil. This was nice.
“Yeah maybe, you use face cam though, I’m not like against showing them my face but y'know, it is what it is” he shrugged, spooning another mouthful of his breakfast into his mouth, he had to admit it was very bland, he much preferred the sweeter ones that were more popular in America.
“Well think about it, if you decide you don't want them to see you, you can always just sit off to the side and I'll turn my monitor so you can still see it. My office is big enough for it anyway, it’ll be like where Niki was during that one MCC remember?”
Techno nodded and carried on eating, they really were 3 very sleepy boys right now. Maybe he’d take a nap once he found out what was going on with his classes.
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Streaming without any gameplay to comment about and with facecam on? Techno wasn’t exactly looking forward to it. That just didn’t really sound like something he was going to enjoy.
It was nerve wracking and he always seemed to glance at the camera too much when it was pointed at him. He knew the fans would be disappointed if he didn’t do it though, When Wilbur tweeted out saying that he and Phil would join him in a ‘you laugh you lose’ he watched as the replies freaked out.
You could say he was just a bit camera shy, he wasn’t incredibly insecure, sure there were things he didn’t like that much but everyone had things like that, it just made him nervous to know that people were looking at him.
He’d be okay with his friend’s though, he trusted that they’d never put him in an uncomfortable situation. He knew if he got overwhelmed he could sit outside the frame.
It would be okay.
“Hey hey chat” Wilbur mumbled into the mic, making it loud enough so that everyone could hear but it still sounded like he was whispering.
“We’ve got the blade here, bet you weren’t expecting that huh chat? Or maybe you were, maybe you read the title of the stream, bet there’s someone watching who didn't think he’d be here though” he finally turned the music off and switched from his ‘starting soon’ screen to his regular camera.
Wil went through the rules, it was the normal stuff, he added in some jokes here and there, prodding Techno and Phil to talk at times. They’d already agreed that this wouldn’t be for youtube, since that seemed to add a bit too much pressure for Techno, but hey, he still had to welcome his chat.
“Okay!! First media share! Lets go”
After a series of videos, some funnier than others, Techno had started to loosen up a bit. He was getting more comfortable with the camera and while he’d probably cringe while looking back at the footage, at least he was having fun right now.
He had a warm feeling in his chest that wasn’t usually there when he was streaming alone, sure it was usually fun but nothing was better than being with his friends while doing it, there was really only one person who was missing.
As if on queue, chat started spamming Tommy’s name, for a moment Techno thought he had been mumbling his thoughts out loud, before he looked between Phil and Wilbur, who both seemed equally confused. Moving Wilbur’s mouse over the chat to pause it, Techno tried to read some of the messages.
“Oh he tweeted something” he mumbled, pulling his phone out of his pocket without a care. Maybe some irl streamers would have used the computer but knowing Wilbur’s history, he doubted it could run Chrome and streamlabs at the same time.
Looking at the tweet he felt a little pang of guilt. It was lighthearted and jokey but he knew there’d be a little truth to it. He nudged the other two and read it aloud to them.
‘Damn guess I’m not a sleepy boy after all’
The air felt a little thick after that, they hadn’t meant to exclude Tommy; all of the excitement of Techno coming to stay had just made it a little hard to arrange to have Tommy here after all.
Still, they probably should have still told him though. They were supposed to be each other's family.
“Hey chat I think we’re gonna have to end stream early.” Wilbur finally piped up, deciding it wouldn't be right to carry on when they had hurt their friend, not that chat needed to know that though, he didn’t want to embarrass Tommy.
“I feel kinda sick and I don't think you all wanna watch me vomit right? Yeah so it’s best we end it now”
Techno sniggered to himself at that, in games Wilbur always seemed to be very cunning but he supposed he wasn’t very good at lying when it was about something he actually cared about. Said something being Tommy.
After raiding Fundy, the trio hopped straight onto discord.
Tommy didn't answer the first time he was called.
Or the second.
Finally, after three calls, Tommy decided he’d talk to them.
“You are all a bunch of dick heads, you know that? What the hell! Why wasn’t I invited to the sleepy boy’s stream! Wilbur you bitch!” Through all the vulgar language and the constant yelling, it was clear that Tommy was genuinely upset.
He had every right to be, as far as Techno was concerned. From his point of view his friend’s had just gone off and hung out without him. He just hoped he’d calm down once they explained everything.
“You know I thought we were friends! I thought we were brothers! But if you don’t wanna hang out with a ‘kid’ you can just tell me and i’ll- i'll go!” He was still yelling, as usual, it was clear he was trying to make this into a joke where he could overreact but Techno noticed the small sniffles and the quiver in his voice.
By the looks on Phil’s and Wilbur’s faces, they recognised it too.
“Listen, Tommy”
Wil was the first to talk, it made sense, it seemed that Tommy trusted him the most at times. Sometimes Techno could be a bit too cold and sometimes Phil could get a bit too overbearing.
Techno understood this, he didn’t take it personally, he knew it was only natural that you have people you trust with your emotions more than others. It didn’t mean Tommy didn’t love them just as much, just that they weren’t his ‘go-to’ when he felt down.
Techno felt the same way sometimes. Feeling’s got complicated and personally he thought Phil was the best to talk to about that, the fact that he was older and had his life sorted out gave him a sense of comfort, like he could trust him because he knew what he was talking about.
“We didn’t plan a meetup, it just sorta happened. Phil was at my place, helping me record, and then Techno’s Uni had a fire and he needed a place to stay while they’re making it safe again” Wilbur sighed as he heard Tommy moving on the other side of his mic. Techno wondered what he was doing.
“We would have invited you, had we known that we’d all be in the same place Toms”
Phil took over, giving Wilbur a little sympathetic smile. The brunette so obviously felt guilty about the situation.
“But when we got the call from Tech’ it was past 3 in the morning and it was tipping it down with snow, as soon as we got home we all slept. We decided to do a stream this morning but never once did we intend to try and make you feel like you aren’t welcome with us”
Finally it was Techno’s turn to talk...Fuck.
He wasn’t exactly the most sentimental guy, he struggled to show his emotions and he just assumed everyone he cared for just knew that he cared for them. He rarely had to say it out loud. God okay. He just had to swallow his pride and go for it.
“Tommy you are a sleepy boy and you are our brother. We did kind of a dick move today and if I was you I’d probably be upset too. I know I didn't like seeing you guys playing without me during MCC and that wasn’t even any of our decisions. We should have called you or something. I know I kinda tease you a lot but that’s just how I show I like people. Listen Tommy if I didn’t care about you I wouldn’t be comfortable enough to make those kinds of jokes with you. It’s not funny if it’s hurting you though..”
Techno bit his lip, this wasn’t as hard as he had anticipated but it was coming out like word vomit.
“You’re young Tommy but you’re so talented. We love you”
There was some more rustling, it sounded like Tommy was wiping his eyes. Maybe the boy had expected a yelling match, only for it to turn out to be very emotional.
“I love you guys too.. If you ever exclude me ever again though I’m getting my vlog knife out”
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Dec 16 Stream Timestamps
Timestamps from Technoblade’s “Nothing goes wrong. [Dream SMP]”
Link to my youtube comment with all of the timestamps x
Timestamps with hyperlinks below
11:38 Curing zombie villagers
21:04 Warning from Philza
24:35 Ghostbur sighted
27:25 "You've got to get out of here Wilbur"
31:45 Warning from Philza 2.0
33:24 Butcher Army arrives
35:00 Techno joins their vc
36:54 "I choose blood!"
37:40 Quackity steals Carl
38:21 Drop everything
39:23 "You're going to go to trial"
41:07 "This is not justice"
42:37 "I'm rating this kidnapping 2/10"
46:53 Discrimination against pigs
47:41 Minecraft Mondays are part of the lore
48:20 Philza is on house arrest
48:34 "This must be how everyone feels punching me"
48:47 Posing with poster / escape attempt
49:20 No defense / get in the cage / not a trial just an execution
50:29 Punz interlude
51:02 Ghostbur has named his sheep
51:13 "Pull the lever Big Q" / Technoblade neva dies
51:23 Dream moves Carl / secret tunnel with gear
52:59 Quackity arrives / diamond pickaxe fight / sewer escape
58:01 "You King...in a motivational way"
1:00:51 Heading back to the base
1:08:19 Technoblade spots Tommy
1:09:29 VC with Tommy / "our house" / discovers Dnret / bad summary
1:13:29 Gold theft / violence / "you need to cool down" / disappears
1:15:55 "explain now" / chat letter spam / emotional zigzag / "Dream is a wrong-un" / exiled / get the discs back
1:18:11 Tommy blames Techno / 2 options / wasting eyes
1:19:38 Techno offers an alliance
1:22:24 Tommy blaming Techno 2.0 / "Does Tubbo think you're his best friend" / government ruined your friendship and lost you the discs
1:23:33 Won't be pals / get the discs back / minor terrorism / Wilbur was a bad person / funnier to walk / turtle egg
1:26:20 "Something I haven't shown anyone" / "little hobby" / "Welcome home Theseus"
1:31:57 "The only universal language is violence" / "and women"
1:34:32 swearing / monetization in December / disc plan / mug Tubbo
1:37:15 Bedrock bros / "Almost what I wanted to hear" / weapons theft
1:42:38 Ranboo shows up / threats for armor
1:44:01 “Technoblade you keep talking” / Tommy interrogating Wilbur / accusing Ranboo of pity
1:47:25 Techno simping for his door / rejoining the vc / Techno took Wilbur in / Techno won’t snitch on Ranboo
1:51:07 Ranboo is a pushover / “What is the worst word you know?” / tommy trying to get them cancelled / “You’ve ruined so many moments today”
1:53:31 “Why can’t you say the worst word you know on stream” / “How is this guy the biggest streamer on twitch”
1:55:06 “Help gear up your enemies” / new to-do list / Techno has face revealed / Tommy face reveal
1:57:09 worst word question / “Cactus” / Tommy has never been manipulated
1:59:58 “Who are you talking to” “Anyone will listen” / Tommy given good directions / Tommy lost
2:02:00 Techno regrets partnering with Tommy / “You think to much” “You don’t think at all”
2:04:04 “Just the slightest amount of logic and Tommy’s like ‘i’m getting overwhelmed’” / tommy saying the dream cutout is behind him / stop giving him the info
2:06:58 Tommy trying to scam Ranboo / “Back in your day? You mean August?” / tommy shearing the house
2:08:00 “Oh God I never expected it! It’s the consequences of my own actions” / “Don’t you want the viewers to like you” / Tommy guilt tripped everyone with his depression arc
2:10:38 here to entertain himself not the viewers / “Have you ever done a stream where you forgot to press go live?” / memento / racist is the worst word? / solo streams are great
2:14:20 “Tommy’s sitting here like: ‘I haven’t spoken in 15 seconds’”
2:17:13 “Guys?!?” / Tommy needs to be less like himself
2:20:33 going on mute to plot Tommy’s murder / to-do list
2:23:37 Techno challenging the arbitrary territory distinctions
2:28:08 Techno didn’t strip the Prime Log
2:29:48 the ban was JSchlatt’s first canon death
2:32:05 “What does the moon make you think about?” “It makes me think about the moon” / peer pressure defense
2:34:58 “Tommy is gone crabrave” / best word / cringe / Tommy is a bad roommate / L’Manberg uses people
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Watching the starlings as autumn draws in
Summary: Tommy and his friends try on some skirts, and he reflects a bit on how they all got here. (It's a happy story) Title from September by Sparky Deathcap
Pairings: None! Platonic everyone (esp in irl fics_)
Read on AO3 (preferred place to read)
Word count: 2570
Warnings: None, except for surface-level references to the exile/prison arcs, but not much.
Other notes: I wrote this in a fit of madness last night in like three hours at 2 am, so i’ll probably edit it honestly but for now, enjoy! (If the CC’s ever display discomfort with this type of fic I will take it down)
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"WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM, BOYS!" Tommy exclaims, rubbing his hands together as he starts rapid-fire answering questions about the stream, and the stream title from chat. It's funny, how over time, Tommy's come to see Chat as this one entity- an old friend. The nervousness of answering questions as a fifteen year old with nothing but a big personality, a twitch account and a copy of Minecraft is all but gone now, nineteen years old and happier than he's ever been.
Dreadfulzombie19: what are u doin this stream
"THANK YOU FOR ASKING, Dreadfulzombie19, today is gonna be a bit different, innit Tubbo?" Tommy raises his voice a bit at the end of his sentence, just loud enough for one of his flatmates to hear him. When Tubbo yells back an affirmative, Tommy turns back to his setup. Chat's gone a bit wild again, even though he, Tubbo and Ranboo have been living together for over a year now.
"Okay, okay, calm down chat- so recently I was at university, as usual right? And I had an eight AM class again, and… yeah I can see you all can relate."
"BUT! BUT! On my way back to the flat, I saw something really cool." Tommy hesitates in his speech to take a sip of coke again- his blood pressure's been acting up lately and watches Chat to wild again, asking him what he saw.
"Okay, so there was a shop- new place, which doesn't happen often this is fucking Brighton- and they sold skirts and dresses and stuff with adjustments for AMAB sizes!" Chat goes a bit bonkers, but Tommy's mod team- a little smaller than it used to be, now that he isn't the centre of YouTube or Twitch attention anymore, none of them are- are handling it, and pretty well.
"So I had to go, right? As many of you probably know, last year, I made the astounding discovery that gender-based stereotypes and expectations are, in fact, fake and I should not give a SHIT. And so I go in and look through the stuff- it's a really poggers shop by the way, and I find the perfect thing- it was the most poggers skirts and shit, okay? So, today's stream is going to have me wearing this pogchamp shit and wearing it right, with the help of…" Tommy ends his monologue by picking up the joke shaker-things that Phil had gotten him as a housewarming gift last year and indicates for his first two helpers to enter the office.
In walks his mother, face obscured from view as always, waving to the camera, and Wilbur, also wearing one of his only skirts for this occasion. Eret had taught him, on a phonecall in the skirt shop that week about the different types of skirts with a handy diagram. Wilbur's was a pleated circle skirt, brown to offset the bright yellow of his sweater and beanie, the same colour as his hair. It's very swoosh-y, so he's wearing black leggings with his regular shoes too. Motherinnit's also wearing her favourite skirt, a baby blue prairie skirt, Tommy thinks, and it's one he's seen fairly often.
Wilbur ducks down in order to show his face to Chat, and ruffles Tommy's hair while he's at it. Tommy's taller, but not by much, so Wilbur still fucking makes short jokes, That fucker.
Chat is now going so fast that he simply cannot read anything but some of the all caps messages and can barely make out some of the emotes.
"Okay, OKAY, CALM DOWN CHAT! WE HAVE TO GET TO FUCKING BUSINESS!" Tommy yells into the mix, like he did when he was sixteen and used the 'many people find me annoying at first' intro. Nowadays he just lets the content speak for itself. Anyone who wants to be here already is, by now.
Wilbur laughs a bit, and that hasn't changed at all. "Tommy, how is chat supposed to calm down if you're not calm?"
"I am their god!! They will obey via sheer digital willpower!" Tommy replies back, pretty zealously (What? An English Literature class is mandatory for his film degree, and The Great Gatsby by Zelda Fitzgerald is a good book, as are most of the other assigned ones. He's had entire conversations with Techno with just lit quotes and it drives everyone insane. Tommy loves it.) Chat seemingly has listened to his godlike abilities, with a few OG's spotting his half-quotation of one of Dream's last lines in the Dream SMP. The rest are spamming 'MOTHERINNIT'.
"If having a shitty magic trick book from a washed-up politician makes you a god, then what does that make me?" Wilbur replies, with one of Foolish's lines and swatting his hand at Tommy. Tommy swats back.
"Bitch"
"Arsehole"
"Shithead"
"Fuckface" Wilbur finishes cheerily, as if this happens all the time. It does. Chat's used their antics now, four years of consistently making content together will do that for you.
Eventually Motherinnit reminds them both to get back on Topic, and Tommy goes back to facing the camera, addressing Chat directly.
"Today, my beloved mother, and my idiot brother-" "hey!" "And maybe my flatmates will be joining me to show off some cool as SHIT skirts! And a dress or two. We all have our selections, right?" Everyone nods in affirmative, even Tubbo and Ranboo. Though the camera can't see them. Ranboo's just come home from his final class, then. He should probably take the first hour back off, and judging by how Tubbo is forcefully judging Ranboo to the shower, he probably gets it. Tommy signs an affirmative to both of them, and gets back to the camera, where Wilbur's showing off all of his (very poggers) very stupid brown or yellow skirts. Tommy's are in cool colours, for fuck's sake.
"Oh yeah, Puffy just confirmed she'll be on stream! She'll be here in about twenty minutes, accounting for fucking traffic, and Niki' going to get onto VC after her own stream, what game is it this time?"
"GRIS." Wilbur answers.
"Poggers- she is the SHIT and will join us soon! So expect some QUALITY QUALITY content this stream!! Remember to not spam her chat to finish faster." Exclaims Tommy, even if it ends up as a light warning, as he picks up his own very poggers skirts from the extra armchair in his office to show the camera.
One is the classic red and white, mostly white but with bright red on the waist (elastic) and the bottom, and it reached to about Tommy's knee, if worn at the hip. It had no pleats, but the red bits were a very nice velvet texture, and while the skirt was heavy, it still had very much swoosh value, and pockets!! Big ones!! He slips the skirt on top of his jeans before entering camera view, the skirt visible in all its classic Tommyinnit glory, as he takes his place right next to Wilbur, who just took. a quick spin at the behest of several dono's., Skirt spying out from his lower shins all the way to his knee, making visible one of his (many) petticoats. ("What? It's cold all the fucking time here, Toms.") Tommy also makes a quick little spin, skirt flying outward, not upward, so it looks like he's hula hooping for a moment there. Lastly, Motherinnit spins around too, and while her skirts do not swoosh, she looks opulent, like she was about to go to waltz with the enemy, for whom she has a dagger in the back of her dress for. (He finished Anna Karenina and the Six of Crows duology within the same week and has not yet recovered. Jack Edwards is laughing at him as he thinks in his English Lit Graduate glory.)
It's fun, trying on different skirts- he and Wilbur accidentally bought the same dress at one point, which they paired up to wear, darting off into their respective changing rooms while giggling like idiots with their checkered blouses and the grindl skirts that Niki had sent over when she heard of this stream idea, laughing the whole time. Tubbo enters as dramatically as possible with Puffy, and while Tubbo looks really fucking good in his handkerchief skirt with embroidered bees and plain white shirt, it's Puffy who steals the show with an exact, real life version of her red banquet dress.
Fans from way back in the SMP, before Tommy had started branching out start going insane and are bringing back emotes Tommy wasn't sure were still available, but she is fucking stunning- deep shades of red and crimson, with slits on either side of her waist and all the detailing. She'd gotten the contact for her dressmaker through Bernadette Banner, Tommy recalls- she was so fucking cool when she streamed with him once, and gotten him to swear less and supplant those world's with bigger ones to intimidate instead. While he still curses like a sailor as part of his persona, it's less so and he does way less in real life these days, unless the situation calls for it. It's also just rude, especially in uni libraries, where he spends too much time these days wondering why he didn't read more as a kid.
Puffy's stolen his audience for a WHILE, and Niki coming on hasn't helped any, so Tommy exits camera view for a while to hug Ranboo really quickly- he's had midterms and has basically been dying all month.
Everyone on this stream- Tommy, Wilbur, Motherinnit, Tubbo, Puffy, Niki and Ranboo enter the camera frame after entering their dressing rooms for the last time on this particular stream, Puffy with full in-character wigs and makeup, Tommy in an Edwardian-Gothic reminiscent black and red dress, Ranboo in something he bought when he gap-yeared in Japan, punk lolita or something, Niki flaunting her pink in a Marie Antoinette style show of finery, Tubbo dressing in all green this time, something like a very deranged biology teacher who hasn't slept in days (Tubbo hasn't-Tommy has to get into that), Wilbur like a forest-nymph, all earthy tones and swishy fabrics and nature highlights, and finally Motherinnit, who hasn't changed but is here to take pictures as they all lean in together to fit into frame, as drastic as their height difference is. Niki is going to be edited in later, and everyone on the 'Dream SMP but nobody does Dream SMP and we're all fucking nerds' discord server is going to get a copy.
The stream wraps up there, after about two hours, and it's only about six in the evening- a far cry from the late nights and long hours from the beginning of Tommy's career, so everyone runs to their changing areas for the last time, into pajamas now, and packs away all of the clothes they wore, properly, as to not incense Karolina Zebrowska, and Jemma, Dan's wife, who would look at them disappointedly and nobody wants a sad Jemma because that means no cooing at their son. Also it just feels shitty.
Everyone huddles in Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo's living room, and they out on UP for like, the millionth fucking time (they still cry when Ellie dies), and Tommy is leaning into Wilbur's side and feeling his mum play with the hair in his very small, stubby ponytail he's developed by being in Uni as he and Tubbo intertwine their legs together and Ranboo rests his head in the tangle of limbs, playing with his fidget cube. Puffy stays on Wilbur's side, intently texting someone and smiling the whole while, and Tommy takes a moment to reflect (something he's been getting better at doing) on how the actual hell they all got here.
The Dream SMP was always going to end- everyone knew it, if course, they were the fucking writers. But by the time they did, not only were their respective brands too closely intertwined to just… sever that quickly, but they'd become too close to even want to. So the SMP discord never shut, even though Dream and George had planned it months ago, and they continued supporting each other with their interests. Wilbur made a lot more music solo, with his band and even just random ass streams where he practiced guitar for an hour. He kept playing Minecraft, but it wasn't his main focus. A bunch of people left. More stayed. YouTube left him alone.
Dream, George and Sapnap are still Minecraft streamers, but their YouTube channels are mostly blogs of them being poor excuses of adults with other former SMP members joining in sometimes. Tommy and the Dream Team were closer than ever, even though the seeds of their friendship had been sowed when they used to linger after heavy streams together, reassuring each other that none of that was true and that nothing like… that would happen in real life, because Dream had used real abuse tactics, and those still hurt unless immediately taken care of. So they were. It was a running joke that Dream was stuck at 99 million subscribers since nobody really wanted the face reveal anymore. The other Dream team members were doing peachy.
Phil and Techno were also still primarily Minecraft streamers, but they also released things like advice videos and mental health stuff, especially for relationships. They had a new scripted series where Tommy was a minor character. The dadza jokes were still as real, and yes, outside of streaming, both of them were lovely people and responsible adults (mostly). They collaborated with DanTDM and co a lot more now.
Puffy and Niki kept doing games, but did lots of different ones, testing point and clickers to triple A titles, and making it all fucking hilarious while they were at it.
So where had that left Tommy?
After the Dream SMP, he'd kind of had no idea what to do, and he was going to University for the first time, so he just… did whatever he thought would be fun. He learned about vintage fashion from the queens themselves- Mina Le, Bernadette Banner and Karolina Zebrowska and had fun learning how to sew for the first time, fixing and making his own clothes for the first time, clunky as they were, Wilbur had cried, genuinely, when he saw the Lovejoy shirts that Tommy had made for the band. He'd found a genuine love for literature in university, so Tommy started talking to booktubers and studytubers like Jack Edwards and Noelle Stevenson. Tubbo and Ranboo had joined him, fucking around in any YouTube niche they found even remotely interesting. Eventually, they all found a happy medium- a bit of everything.
Some people obviously weren't happy with that but Tommy was happy as he was, making what he liked with his best friend's, living together close enough to most of their friends (family) to have fun and drop in on one another at ass-o-clock in the morning to comfort, to laugh. His sub count hasn't gone up in a while- most of his audience is static, with about 80-90k online on a stream at any time.p
It was a nice feeling, to have carved out a space for himself and the people he loves, and be is so, so glad that he got this chance.
Looking at his mostly asleep family, Tommy thinks 'yeah. Life is good.' as the last thought before he sleeps.
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December 23, 2020
Crap. I think TommyInnit is indeed becoming less annoying with time. I think the first time I engaged with him was in a Wilbur video where they were playing on a team in some Minecraft Youtuber Royale thing and he was so annoying but since a big part of the current arc is Tommy’s exile (and Dream’s casual manipulation (and lowkey gaslighitng) of Tommy while in exile (fbajbvkajdj)), I’ve had to resort to watching the VODs of Tommy’s livestreams and like, he’s not that bad when engaging with other people. Or, or or or, maybe I just really like Dream and don’t mind Tommy as much when Dream is also in the VC. Either way I’m stepping toward this kid not being so annoying and idk how to feel about it. Well, next up I think I’ll be watching Techno’s VODs of old streams because I do enjoy Technoblade and his narration.
Guys I’m getting in so deep so fast that I’m actually considering putting together closet cosplays of the characters. SMPbounding, if you will. I just gotta say, I’m always a fan of political dramas and courtroom dramas and the like. The wordplay just really does something for me, and I think that might be part of the reason why I enjoy the SMP so much. It’s legit just a political drama, in Minecraft, played by young adult characters. It’s kind of made me want to try roleplaying again (not in Minecraft, but possibly online), it’s just that I’ve never been particularly god at riffing off people or improvisation, you know? I get flustered too easily. I need a script.
Well, yeah. That’s my update on my deepening love for the Dream SMP.
Anyway.
Things I have learned this semester:
Professors aren’t scary! They appreciate when you go to their office hours with questions! You should do that more! Another option is to email professors if you have questions about the material (especially if they’re welcoming to communication).
Schedules are key when doing online classes. Yes, maintaining the drive to stay on track daily is difficult, but I promise it’s so much nicer in the long run.
On that note, getting work done early (like, as soon as you get the assignment) is so massively useful! I know it’s hard to do that, so it might be better to just start an assignment. Spend ten or fifteen minutes looking it over, making a plan, maybe even getting a little bit of it done. You don’t have to continue past those fifteen minutes if you don’t want to, but, knowing you, Nina, I know that you like to bang things out all at once. Completing work in increments doesn’t appeal to you, and that’s okay! What isn’t okay is procrastination, but I promise you’ll feel better if you take those fifteen minutes to start an assignment right after you get it.
Sewing (and pattern drafting, draping, designing, researching, etc.) is one of those activities that’s both mindless and mindful at the same time somehow and it works as both a great distraction and a great stress-relief activity, especially since I can’t do typical college stress relief activities related to being with other people.
Watching Star Trek: The Next Generation is, again, another one of my favorite wind-down activities. This feels like a return to Senior year of high school, I believe, where I’d watch an episode or two of TNG every day on BBC America upon returning home from school.
Eating regular meals, exercising regularly, and being able to think clearly are all linked. Frankly, I think my inability to push myself through schoolwork might have been in part related to the fact that I haven’t been exercising (I used to walk every day extensively... reaching nearly an average of 7 km a day in addition to a weekly cardio class and ballet class, but I’ve honestly been on only four or five walks this entire semester) or eating regular meals (I used to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner on a daily basis to replenish the energy I’d lost from walking around campus so much, and it was also a social period). These, I’ve come to believe, are imperative to having a solid educational experience. I must rectify this.
For a while, my sleep schedule wasn’t terrible. Getting regular sleep hours and waking up at the same time each morning worked great while I’d maintained it.
Last semester, I got dressed for school and washed my face every day. I think this is a good strategy for beginning the day, possibly in addition to a light breakfast or brunch.
In other news, I wonder how people would feel if we replaced the phrase Black Lives Matter. Like, some people refuse to say the phrase because it is tied to an organization that they in no way support. Frankly, I don’t support the organization either, but, obviously, I still believe that Black Lives Matter. But, okay, say if we changed it to Black People are Important Too. Not as catchy, and the hashtag is long, but the phrase isn’t tied to an organization that could be seen as offensive to conservatives. Would there still be a problem? Would people still refuse to say the phrase?
And on the related subject of being black, I don’t think I could handle online dating. Not with the market being saturated by white guys who “have never been with a black girl before” or black guys looking for white women or any other group of guys actin all fetishy around women with darker skin. I saw a tik tok today where a brownskinned black girl got a message from some white guy like “if slavery still existed I’d buy you” as if that’s supposed to be sweet? Nah, sorry dude. Besides, a lot of people on dating apps are looking for hookups when that’s literally the exact opposite of what I’m interested in? And I certainly don’t want to lead anybody on, so.
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WHEW OKAY SO
I’ve been watching some of Tommy’s streams the past two days (only the ones with Dream in them though bc the kid still do be a bit annoying on his own) and I thought it was really cute how Dream was visiting him (though it was abundantly clear that Dream was acting more in a Good Cop or Warden role as opposed to an actual friend, but them building the bridge together was cute) but I was also wondering exactly what Dream’s angle was, right? Like, he was totally just manipulating Tommy to get him on Dream’s side, right? Or, at least, that’s what I was thinking? Like, it was definitely no coincidence that Tommy threw a party and no one showed up except Dream. I wouldn’t be surprised if Dream had forbidden any visitors for the party so that he could go himself on his own, cozying himself up to Tommy as an excellent show of emotional manipulation by the puppetmaster of the Dream SMP himself.
BUT THEN WHEN DREAM BLEW UP TOMMOY’S STUFF BC HE WAS HIDING IT??? WHEW. chile. Like, Tommy’s literally calling Dream his only friend during his exile since he was visited by Dream every day while also talking about how Dream would take his items every day but dismissing it as just part of the happy daily routine of Dream’s visits AGH manipulation at its finest. Wait wait wait wait he’s working it out now. “He was my friend... he was here to watch me... but... he was literally here to watch me. He wasn’t my friend. He was just here so he could watch me. He wasn’t here because he was my friend.” Atta boy, Tommy. Atta boy.
I do feel bad for Tommy though (though the bits where Dream legit accidentally killed himself with his own fire bow by shooting the tnt in close quarters and where Tommy respawned within the SMP after dying bc he hadn’t reset his spawn in exile after Dream blew up Tommy’s exile empire were hilarious omg livestreamed roleplay do be like that). He’d built up so much :(. I think the next bit of the exile arc is Tommy working with Techno, so I’m excited to watch those videos (most likely from Techno’s view though)! Anarchy pig!!
Today I’m thankful for... honestly it’s not that profound or deep but I’m thankful that people upload their VODs of the Dream SMP. It allows me to stay on top of the storyline (while I’m out of school anyway) without relying on Wilbur’s well-edited but admittedly sparse uploads. Frankly, though, I think I’m nearing my max of things that I can watch at once, with this and Critical Role and Star Trek Next Gen, that’s a lot of content.
Oh and side note: just saw a trailer for the movie Nobody and I’m kinda down to watch it.
And a final side note, me my dad and my sister have picked up watching Ragnarok (the Netflix series set in Norway, not the hilarious third Thor movie) and it’s really quite good.
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Audience Studies (3P18) Blog Post #3
Hello my lovely readers and welcome back to another COMM3P18 blog! It is with great sadness that I inform all of you that this will be my last time writing to you as this semester has come to an end. This means that media audiences has also come to end…BUT…someone once told me that every ‘blog’ has an end, but in life every ending is a new beginning. With that being said I have the privilege of taking COMM3P17 instructed by the famous Jennifer Good herself and I am thrilled to find out what that class will bring me…maybe more BLOGS!!:)Diving right in to these past three weeks I learned a lot about Reception & Contexts, Media Fandom & Audience Subcultures and Online, Interactive Audiences in a Digital Media World. That doesn’t sound entertaining does it, I know most of you are probably thinking about how Christmas is 28 days away, and the new iPhoneXS Max just recently released… perfect for you to indulge in more media. My phone is my alarm clock, so from the last thing in my hand at night and the first thing in my hand in the morning is my phone. I always start and end my day along with all the spare time I have in between that, surfing my Instagram, Facebook, Snap Chat or texting my friends and family. These are all the platforms that came to my head as of this moment but I don’t even want to think about the amount of things I google, GPS, YouTube or watch on Netflix. Just today alone I spent a total of 48 minutes being a part of an audience on Instagram. Thank you to Instagram for providing me with this information, unfortunately Facebook, Snapchat, Netflix, YouTube, Google Chrome texting/iMessage, WhatsApp, Outlook and all the other wonderful apps I have such as banking and photography, do not provide me with my daily consumption, but God only knows and its probably best it stays that way. As you can tell I am closely integrated with technology and I generally access these technologies alone but when I am with a friend or family member and see a funny video or post on one of my platforms I will share it with them as well. Now I know when you’re in the movie theater you’re not supposed to be a “Tommy Texter” but I do admit to pulling out my phone or at least quickly glancing at the screen if I hear a buzz go off. I also multitask and watch videos or movies at home while scrolling through my Instagram feed. I’m also guilty of going to the back room at work and sending a quick text to my friend. Furthermore, my best friend could be telling me about her worst or best day ever and I might sneak a peak at my phone depending on how boring or entertaining his/her story is. Now that I’ve confessed all my sins lets dig a little deeper into each of the three chapters mentioned above.
Reception Contexts and Media Rituals
In this day and age, we live in a world where media is at our fingertips more than it has been in any other time in our history (Sullivan, 2013, Pg.163). According to Sullivan “our media experiences occur during specific times and in particular physical spaces, and these contexts can play a powerful role in shaping our understanding of media content” (Sullivan, 2013, Pg.162). Thankfully I do not live in the era where I had to adapt to a specific schedule in order to watch a TV show that was broadcasted at a specific time. I have the freedom to time-shift my media exposure to the time I want, wherever I want and on which ever device I chose. For example, I have been fascinated and extremely addicted to the show “This is us”, but it only plays on Tuesday nights on CTV. I am a student and do not live at home, therefore I do not pay for cable TV. Not to worry because I have access to the magical web which puts me into contact with websites such as Putlocker that stream this show for me %100 free but also illegal, so that people like me are able to watch their favourite shows whenever they want and on whichever device is most convenient for them instead of sitting infront of the TV at 8pm. With reference to the article I read in relation to this chapter, it talked mainly about how experiences of viewing sports content in a movie theater differ from typical television viewing conditions at home (Kim,K.,Cheong,Y.,&Kim,H.(2016). Personally, I do not keep up with sports but I do enjoy watching the world cup for soccer every four years that it is on, and cheering on my country. There are times where the games are playing and I am unable to watch them due to other circumstances and I have the option of watching the recaps or reading apps such as sports net to keep me in the loop. When I do have a chance to watch a game and all my friends and family are cheering for the same team it would be a better audience experience to go out to an environment such as a pub or somewhere where there is a larger group of people who are all there for the same reason. It makes my audience experience more enjoyable and one to remember. The cheering atmosphere, being able to dress up in my country’s attire, watching the game on a bigger screen and in higher quality, as well as being able to stay as long or as little as I want at a pub and not worry about having to entertain guest are all factors as to why viewing sports content in a different space rather then at home would be more ideal for me. Taking it back to earlier when I mentioned my favourite show “This is us,” I would prefer to be in the comfort of my own home, in my bed and watching it on my phone or laptop. According to Livingstone this is known as “bedroom culture”. Watching television for me is not really a social experience. That being said Sullivan states “television viewing has become (a) more ubiquitous given the proliferation of small-screen TV viewing via mobile phones, computers, and MP4 players, and (b) more individualized. Robinson and Martin (2009, p.83) argue that since “more sets in the home became available and more people live alone, more viewing is done alone- producing a more individualized experience””( Sullivan, 2013,Pg.172). When I watch “This is us” it is definitely an individualized experience for me and something I do alone, on my own time and at my own leisure. I can pause and resume the show at my own freedom without having anyone else complain about me doing so and have the flexibility to go on my phone without distracting anyone else watching the show with me. I do however discuss what happened in the show amongst my friends who also keep up with this show on their own time. This can be seen as conversion because although I am watching the show alone and in my own home, I am able to communicate via text or in person outside of my home what happened in the episode I watched and what I liked or disliked about it.
Media Fandom and Audience Subcultures
First thing I entered into google was “what are different types of fans”? Results were “there are three basic types of fans” propeller, tubeaxial, and vaneaxial” (CanadianCentreforOccupationalHealth&Saftey,1997-2018). This was deffinetly not the answer I was looking for, so instead of searching google I searched my handy textbook. What is a fan Sullivan? Well according to Sullivan, “… fan audiences are deeply engaged in their favourite media texts. Fans often reinterpret media context and create their own culture productions in response” (Sullivan, 2013, Pg.193). Hold on, it gets a little more complicated. Just when you thought being a fan of yourself was that simple Sullivan has something else to throw at you, better known as a “super fan”. What is that you may ask? Sullivan uses a term called “fandom” which is “associated with the culture tastes of subordinated formations of the people, particularly those disempowered by any combination of gender, age, class and race” (Sullivan, 2013, Pg.193). “This is us” first aired on television September 20th, 2016. No I do not watch it ritually, infront of the TV every Tuesday night because I never heard about the show until recently, but I do binge watch it ritually, because I am a fan of the show and chose to invest my time and energy into consuming this show. I have an attraction to the show, in the sense that I show my support and fandom though following the actors such as Milo Ventimiglia and Mandy Moore on Instagram as well as following the shows “thisisusbc” very own Instagram page that gives me behind the scenes footage, highlights, updates, bloopers, and even spoilers. These actions can also be seen as patronage, which is “the support of a fan audience (which) boosts the artistic and authorial credibility of a creator” (Navar-Grill, 2018, Pg.222).
Online, interactive Audiences in a Digital Media World
Depending on how high speed your internet or data is, we can see or find anything we want to know in the matter of seconds. According to Sullivan “media audiences today have come expect the ability to provide instant feedback to media producers and to other audiences” (Sullivan, 2013,Pg.215). Every media outlet/platform has a different way of displaying or interpreting media and thus depending on what media pages we follow we will also interpret that media differently then someone else. As stated in the textbook, “…looking toward the future of media audiences by considering some of the newest forms of online, interactive media and how they complicate our understanding of media audience” (Sullivan,2013, Pg.216). Moving into digitalization, fragmentation, and the rise of audience autonomy, a term known as “convergence “allow me to display my favourite show “This is us” on any device I chose. According to Sullivan “simple reproduction of these media into computer file formats that can be easily distributed via the internet, leading to widespread privacy of copyright material” (Sullivan,2013,Pg.217). As previously stated, I do not watch “This is us” via cable TV, or in other words the legal way, which only leaves me with one other way to watch this show, and it is by streaming it online. People have the power and accessibility to go to the movie theater and video tape the whole entire movie and post it online for others to see without having to pay the money to do so. Some websites are a little tricky to find an actual good quality movie, for various reason, one being that the movie is still in theaters and has not yet been released on DVD. With this being said, a little bit of hunting and browsing through several streaming websites is needed in order to find the substantial quality of video you are looking for. O’Reilly states that there are two important parts of the internet. The first aspect is “technological, because the internet exists as a series of interconnected servers that are continually exchange data. Secondly, the internet is social because the technology allows for easy information exchange, users will begin to leverage the technology to interact with one another in ways that mimic traditional forma of conversation and cooperation found in the “offline” world” (Sullivan, 2013,Pg.219). If you stop for a minute and just think about how much information you phone or computer takes from you, it will blow your mind. You wonder why people cover the cameras on there laptops, because it is already bad enough how indivduals are basically being spied on every letter they type and every click they make. Do you ever wonder why something you just googled will suddenly pop up on the side of every other website you look at? Or when you go to open your Instagram/Facebook app it just so happens that there is an advertisement for that exact pair of jeans you were searching for online? It’s not a coincidence that you keep seeing advertisement for things you were just talking about or googling about. Media has expanded immensely as well as the digital age to the point where us human beings cannot keep up with it. With reference to an article I read “How Social Media Editors Frame the News and Interact with Audiences via Twitter” Wasike designed a study to examine how social media editors use their Twitter accounts to interact with audiences and how they shape and frame the news via the articles they link to their tweets, and whether these trans vary depending on the media format” (Wasike,B.(2013). SME’s can be both beneficial and not, depending on how you interpret it. News recourses now a day will post fake news or their own version of news just so they can have their information out there first. With this being according to Wasike (2013), you must be aware of SMES’s this way you be fully knowledgeable on how they interact with an audience and what there framing patterns on based on the things they post on there media platforms.
Conclusion
NOW THAT YOU HAVE READ ALL THIS … it is time for me to say my goodbyes. It was a pleasure writing to you all about my audience experience in COMM3P18, and I hope you all enjoyed reading my blogs just as much as I enjoyed writing them.
References
Sullivan, J. (2013). Media Audiences: Effects, users, institutions and power. Sage Publications Inc., New York, NY.
Kim, K., Cheong, Y., & Kim, H. (2016). The influences of sports viewing conditions on enjoyment from watching televised sports: An analysis of the FIFA World Cup audiences in theater vs. home. Journal of Broadcasting & Electronic Media, 60(3), 389–409.
Navar-Gill, A. (2018). Fandom as symbolic patronage: Expanding understanding of fan relationships with industry through the Veronica Mars Kickstarter campaign. Popular Communication, 16(3), 211-224.
Wasike, B. (2013). Framing news in 140 Characters: How social media editors frame the news and interact with audiences via Twitter. Global Media Journal - Canadian Edition, 6(1), 5-23.
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