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plaguethewaters · 6 months

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little superhero au thingie!! except the superhero part is super duper nonexistent and this chapter is litterally just cbeeduo proposal. Enjoy!

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"You've gotta forgive me, because I'm about to get really sappy here."

Ranboo says, and Tubbo thinks it's awfully ironic. It's night, brilliant stars shining over them - the only true advantage of no public lighting at all - they're on the roof, sitting on the thickest blanket they own and huddling together for whatever warmth they can find, the few remnants of their picnic laid abandoned to the side. They've been out all evening, eating sweets and heart shaped sandwiches, because Ranboo had always been a little extra. He thinks, we've gotten past the sappiness threshold a whole lot ago, and also, there's no way whatever you've got to say could be worse than this romance novel ass- situation.

His hand is taken into Ranboo's, who starts rubbing at his knuckles with his thumb. He does that often, when he's nervous - but also, Tubbo muses, he's nervous about pretty much every single aspect of his life, so this isn't anything new. Then he starts talking, with a way too big, almost suspicious smile on his face, his voice low.

"You know I don't- I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am now. I didn't know this kind of happy even existed, I think, not until you two came into my life." His gaze is soft and, as previously anticipated, unworldly sappy. "You've made me truly content with my life in entirely new ways, and continue to do so every single day. I can't really imagine my future without you in it."

"You're making this sound like a marriage proposal, bossman." Tubbo giggles, just to lighten the mood. Mostly because he's right, and he does not know if he could survive the weight of a love so, so fucking ginormous, settled on his shoulder's like the world's heavier and softer mountain, not without a little comedic relief.

"I mean..." Ranboo kisses his hand, doing a so-and-so gesture with his free one, "Kind of?"

The mountain doesn't move, and Tubbo's suffocating. This is not how he imagined he would die.

"I-uh. sorry?" he manages to shutter, while his mind helpfully supplies him with a series of his possible obituaries. "Young man dies of Too Much Emotion.". or "Romantic relationship actually a trap, Villain dies because Boyfriend loves him too much." (Boyfriend? Fiancè????? What the absolute hell.)

"I mean, i mean not now, obviously that's- that would be a little too much to dump on you so soon." Ranboo laughs, clearly as nervous as he looks. "Just, like, I've prepared a whole speech, goddammit, let me say it properly."

Tubbo sees the light. His heart is definitely going to explode.

"Okay I've, I've started this a little wrong. Because I said, right, I said, I can't imagine my life without you, but it's more like, like, I couldn't have imagined my life without you. I would've never even tried. I don't think I realized I could imagine a life for myself outside- outside of hero work. I either died at fifteen - or, or seventeen, or twenty, or whatever limit I decided to give myself that year - or got an eternity of work, no escape at all. Then, then you, and Tommy, and suddenly I'm dreaming of white picket fences and wedding bells and large breed dogs and- did you know I was a writer? When I was little, I used to have notebooks over notebooks full of short horror stories, and then I stopped because with housework and normal work and trying not to starve I never had the time - you've made me want to write again. You made me realize I could dream, and follow those dreams and succeed."

The speech comes out rushed, all too many words confined in all too little space, too little time. He sounds like he's afraid if he doesn't speak soon enough, someone is going to come and steal his voice, leaving his feelings forever entrapped.

His gaze shifts, and now he's staring directly into Tubbo's eyes. The intensity is overwhelming, oppressive, painful. His eyes bore into Tubbo's skull with the force of a drill, carving a hole from his eye socket to the center of his brain, then making a little cave in it and resting in it's center.

"I don't- marriage right now would not be a good idea, I don't think, but? Maybe, in the future... Will you marry me?"

Their stares break, and the parasite removes itself from Tubbo's poor, poor brain. Then he's playing with Tubbo's fingers, looking blushy and shy to the side - because of course he's nervous now, after completely destroying him, leaving unable to think anything but an infinite sting of I love yous and wondering how on earth he got this lucky and fuck. Tubbo would die a thousand times over if it got him to look this pretty again.

What the hell was he supposed to say now? He isn't, and has never really been good with words, not when actions and punches have always done the job just as well - how could he speak now, having been hit in the face with a confession like that? With the, the- he would call it the burden, he guesses, but that's just entirely the wrong word - the responsibility, the knowledge he's the reason Ranboo was able to grow and get through all of that, given to him like it is no big deal. He would've never thought of that. In fact, he was worried he'd been doing way too little support wise, lacking the knowledge and emotional maturity needed to properly help someone like that.

Like even now, after the whole speech, he still isn't all that convinced. All he ever did was love Ranboo - which isn't news, and would continue not to be news as far as he's concerned. He loves him, will love him even if he somewhat disagrees with the confession, because how could he be possibly worth so much in Ranboo's eyes, who deserves so much more than he could possibly give, and he loves him so much - but he does not know how to say any of that.

So, he just kisses him.

And again, and again, trying to push into his lips anything that cannot fit into his mouth and failing still, but nobody's to say he doesn't fucking try. When he stops, it's because his traitorous body runs out of air to breathe, but he still keeps as close as possible, resting his forehead on Ranboo's. If he has to stop to breathe, they'll fucking share the breaths too.

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Ranboo has learned, by now, that Tubbo kisses like he's fighting.

Mostly by way of focus and determination: he kisses with the same kind of concentration one might have when operating a sniper rifle - or, much more topically, when defusing a tickling bomb. There's no second in which he's idle, any rest clearly ruled by strict necessity rather than any want or will. When he does retreat, surrendering finally to the need of air, he doesn't part neither far nor long, touching their foreheads together or breathing in his neck, his hands mapping all available territory to make way for later exploration.

Ranboo has seen him battle, has fought him directly in the past, and he finds no difference between the crushing adrenaline of a missed punch, of wrestling for a loaded gun, of running towards a lit fuse - and whatever he is feeling right now.

A hand finds its way to his thigh, squeezing the soft flesh, and the little air he'd managed to keep in his poor lungs gets knocked out of him. Maybe they are in battle, actually. Maybe killing him is Tubbo's way of saying no.

Because - and he's said this already, but his brain is too scrambled to pay attention to something as utterly unimportant as repetition (anything less important than this). Because he's used to Tubbo, to the way he seems to equate love and war, to the almost violence of his affections but this feels... different, somehow. Somewhat. He's not focused enough to register what's actually changed.

Maybe it's the way his mind had already been lost in the anxiety of the moment, before his little speech, and the suspense for an answer now; or maybe it's just the thick layer of tears evenly coating each of their faces.

Which, by the way, does not help to ease his worries at all, to be entirely honest. Not that - don't get him wrong, it's not that the kissing isn't nice (heavenly, wonderful, amazing, showstopping and a plethora of other words that do not even come close) but it doesn't really enlighten him as to what Tubbo's answer is going to be. Is this a "Yes of course I'm going to marry you" type of kiss or more, like, "No how dare you ask that I'm kissing you just so you shut up" deal?

(Now, a normal person, in a hypothetical fictional audience, would probably butt in right about now with, let's say, a text to speech device of some sort. And they would say, with all the confidence of anonymity, they'd say: "Ranboo, this is a really stupid dilemma. Why would he ever choose to reject with a kiss? Nobody does that ever." And they would probably be right! But the hand is still on his thigh, and another hand is rubbing slow circles into his waist, and the kiss is still happening, so forgive him if his reasonings aren't all that rational right about now.)

He manages to detach himself eventually - not easily, not even particularly willingly - for the few moments absolutely necessary to regain a couple braincells and learn how to use his own mouth again.

"Uh- U, I, Is this-" Not to use it well, mind you, but he isn't going to complain. he'll take what he can get and deal with it. "Uhu-"

"What was that, bossman?" Tubbo giggles, voice still raspy from the assault to his lips, and Ranboo finds it somewhat insulting; loquacity is an absurd standard to hold for the guy currently being lobotomized.

"Wh- was that, uh" Tubbo's hand is slowly rubbing at his cheek in what was probably meant to be encouragement, but only manages to scramble his brains even more. "Was that a yes?

"No."

His stomach plummets.

He knows, logically, that he should not have expected anything. They've been dating for not even a year, and this was sprung on Tubbo so suddenly, and everyone always say to never ask if you aren't sure your partner will say yes but Ranboo will never be sure of anything in his life (at least not how he was sure this would've worked) and he needed to ask like, physically. And at the end of the day it's not like this is gonna mean anything for their relationship, because ring or not he knows Tubbo loves him (maybe, hopefully, because he cannot begin to imagine the contrary, it would tear him apart), but he had dared to hope-

"No," Tubbo continues, "I've just started making out with you, because that is how normal people reject proposals in real life." He's smiling, still caressing his cheek, and Ranboo wants to die a little less. He pointedly ignored the disembodied voice of the fictional audience member reminding him how they were right. (Just because you were doesn't mean you gotta act mean about it. Meanie.)

He groans, quite loudly, so that all of his horrible pain is heard, and hides his shameful face in the warm crook of Tubbo's neck.

"Never start a sentence like that ever again, for the love of god."

Tubbo laughs, bright and loud. "Oh, you poor baby", he croons, mockingly. Ranboo is being made fun of, but the guy doing it is exceptionally beautiful and also his fiance now, so all the haters are quite obviously just jealous.

"You're right though," Tubbo continues, "I wasn't quite finished answering."

Whatever smart, flirty and witty reply Ranboo could have given him gets swallowed by a chocking sound, as the push of lips and the warmth of hands pull him onto yet another battlefield.

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"You know what would be really, really funny actually?" Tubbo asks, after everything is done. He's basically sitting in Ranboo's lap now, only one lonely knee left hanging on the blanket. They cuddle together tighter, mostly because they want to, but also because it got so cold on that roof once the sun went down and now it feels far below freezing.

"Hmmmm..." he rumbles, a content rumble (NOT. a purr. shut up.) so loud it almost hides his voice. "No, what would?"

"If we just pretended to be married already." Tubbo sits up a little bit.

"Just like. Hear me out."

"I'm hearing, I'm hearing."

"Okay, for one - we've got like, another full year before we would be able to actually get married and you and I both know I've got zero patience to wait that long. And we're like, super wanted criminals, so nobody would want to marry us even if we were legal, right?"

"Absolutely correct."

"And also. Think of the Bitches faces when we get into battle against them and we have wedding bands on, calling each other 'husband' and shit"

A pause.

"Oh, oh my god" They both start laughing at the same time, falling back into the blankets in a mountain of little giggles. The thought is, as expected, absolutely hilarious, and with the added giddiness of being able to be husbands, of loving each other that much - it doesn't look like they'll be stopping anytime soon.

The moon is high in the sky, the cold is still frigid, and their laughs are loud enough for several noise complaints. Tonight, they hug each other and go to bed. Tomorrow, chaos would begin for real.

#cbeeduo #ctubbo #cranboo #romantic cbeeduo #dsmp tubbo #dsmp ranboo #dsmp au #dsmp fanfiction #first part is finished!! finally!!#this took way too long to only be like 5000 words btw but im actually quite proud #longest thing ive written in a while #and! ive got plans for part 2 already #gotta get that sweet sweet reactions + techno apology #maybe someday ill write the context to all of this lmao but Not Today #i'll post to ao3...#i was gonna say when ive got both chapters but that's a full ass lie maybe tmrw #plague writes

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cups-and-pentacles · 11 months

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Ummm hello can you please explain your soul au I looks so interesting and I would like to hear about it

Oh! Yes, of course! Thank you for showing interest in it!

↓ Below is an explanation of the Soul AU. I'm not entirely sure if it makes sense, and it is very long, I apologize! ↓

The Soul AU takes place mostly within the game's canon, but with an important distinction: Chalice is a ghost who made a deal with the Devil to attain her physical form (quite like the show!) and is now helping Cuphead and Mugman collect the debtor's soul contracts.

Anyways, the AU is mostly canon-compliant— until Cuphead is killed in one of the fights with the debtors. That on its own isn't too much cause for concern, all of them have been killed a good amount of times now. All they have to do is parry his soul when it starts flyin' up and he'll be fine!

But that never happens.

He is very clearly dead, his head is cracked open and so close to being shattered entirely, but there's no spirit that flies out of his body. Just a faint blue glow where he should be bleeding.

After finishing the fight (and panicking for a long time) they decide to take him to Quadratus. The guy "rumored to know all" might have an idea of what's going on.

Turns out, his soul has somehow become trapped inside of his body. The only way to save him is to free him, and the only way to free him is to, well... I'm sure you can imagine what has to happen next without me describing it.

He cannot be revived, and is now stuck as a mix between his soul and his now destroyed physical body, i.e. the incorporeality of a soul but still with the capability to think and move and talk. He bears a permanent crack over his eye as a grim reminder of the attack that killed him.

He makes up for his inability to interact with the physical world through a different sense of feeling. As a soul, he has a much deeper connection to emotion, and far augmented empathy.

Sometimes this ability overwhelms him, and he will go periods of time being very quiet and monotone in expression. Other times his emotions are much more volatile and expressive than they would be normally, and the aforementioned empathy lets him act as an adept consoler and mediator.

Still, he can't touch anything. Being deprived of such an important sense would have quite an impact on one's mental health, and with both of the game's major villains' goals being soul-stealing, he isn't having that great of a time.

As for the context behind this art, Cuphead, Mugman, and Chalice seek out Chef Saltbaker after the Devil is taken care of, looking for a way to bring Cuphead back into the material realm.

While on Isle IV, they find a relic that, somehow, Cuphead can feel. He can hold it, he can touch it, and after going so painfully long without such a simple sense, he clings to it, carries it all the time.

It's fine at first, but the relic is cursed, and while normally it would slowly corrupt the holder's soul, since Cuphead is a soul, it corrupts him at a much faster, and much more worrying rate, to the point it might as well be possession.

At a certain point when this becomes very obvious, Mugman and Chalice try to convince him to let the relic go. He refuses, both out of his own desperation for feeling and the influence of the cursed relic. Which, as you may expect, ends in a fight.

(They do manage to get it away from him eventually, don't worry! <3)

That is all I can think of to include in this explanation! There is a little more to this AU, but nothing very relevant, and this post is already way too long. Anyways... you can probably expect more art of this AU soon! I have a lot of ideas...

#cuphead #cursed relic #cuphead au #soul au #ask #tw death #long post #this took a while to type haha i hope it makes sense #i apologize once more for the length of this... i did not realize it was this long until it was too late

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onenerdroaming · 6 months

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#forgot to turn my headlamp off when I took this #I was trying to book it from my campsite to a lookout before sunrise #so when I saw this while hiking #I both wanted to appreciate it #and not stop on my way to that lookout #I got up at 4am to make it to the scenic spot in time too lol #my hiking photos #I took soooooooooooo many photos once I got to the scenic overlook #they are all in the queue #tons of photos so I apologize in advance

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outer-edges · 9 months

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it's insane how one terrible forty five second interaction can ruin the next entire day. anyway. i guess time to consume maximum amount of fluff and scroll through tumblr ad nauseam to try and take my mind of things.

#mattie gets personal #fucked up real bad last night #wasn't paying attention while walking #ended up walking by a bunch of harassers and for the entire time it took to walk by they were just being terrible #and now my anxiety is off the fucking charts #un fucking real #and i actually feel so bad because my friend followed me thru it #and the only reason we were going that way was because she was letting me lead #but i was just running on autopilot and NOT paying attention to our surroundings #and i should not have been responsible for that #by the time i realized what was happening like turning around would've been the same distance as just powering thru so i tanked it #but still #fucking terrible #i apologized to her so many times but i just feel like such an idiot #i'm just like #i never usually have to deal with that #because i'm typically paranoid as fuck and also look like teenage boy usually #but yesterday i was NOT paying attention to anything and also was in a very revealing outfit because it was a music festival #some dude followed me earlier in the day too #he only stopped when a guy friend i was with shouted at him to leave me alone #cuz obviously me telling him to fucking leave me alone didn't work #anyway. this is one of the reasons i dress like a teenage boy #not just the gender thing #this is the worst i abused the tags but no one reads these and i need to like put this into the world but not have it be consumed ukw i mea #cuz it's so normal i just like haven't had to deal with it before

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indecisive-dizzy · 5 months

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I’m glad that my hyperfixation on a mailman isn’t bothering you :)))

I just don’t get to talk about him often. Especially with someone who actually knows welcome home :,)

so thanks buddy :DD

I’m just gonna leave some Eddie family headcanons

His mom and dad divorced when he was a young adult, mostly cause they just drifted apart as the years went on. They’re still good friends and talk often

His mom remarried, and her husband has a son and daughter. He’s kind but he has a rocky relationship with the twins cause he remarried soon after his wife died. Holly took it to heart and hates him for it. Wallace is hurt to but he still wants his dad’s validation so he doesn’t say anything

Eddie has an older brother Henry, an older sister Olga, and his two twin step siblings, Holly and Wallace (Holly doesn’t like him rip)

He’s never been an older brother before so he kinda screws up when trying to be one to the twins, but he tries and Wallace can appreciate it. Holly doesn’t spend any time with him so she doesn’t care

His mom taught him to play piano and he plays all the time when he visits

He was in charge of keeping the gardens healthy and growing, he’s fond of the flowers that would grow

Halfway through this kinda became me lore dumping about my ocs Holly and Wallace I’m sorry :,)

Yo my pleasure! I get it lol I have no one irl to talk to about welcome home haha Also don't worry you can info/lore dump freely here! I love hearing many new things to learn and cool ideas :D

I like your family headcanons to!

Eddie having a step dad and step siblings is chefs kiss. I love the struggle to be an older brother but I'm a lil sad Holly doesn't like him. I get why she's upset though, with her dad remarrying so soon

Also we've both given him and older brother and sister! Something about Eddie must scream "youngest child" lol

Hmmm I would like to know who's older if you care to share! Henry or Olga? I'm curious :o

In my version of his family his brother is the eldest, with his sister in the middle. She's older than Eddie by a year while his brother is 6 years older than him.

Also Eddie gardening is perfect,, he would love to have a nice flower garden, I think :) to go with Frank's tomatoes

#neon child #no need to apologize haha #I am always open to consuming information #including lore!#i was gonna drop my headcanons with this ask but it got way too long #so I'll save it for it's own post!#i plan to make an entire Dear family post #who knows maybe I'll do some art to go with it #welcome home #eddie dear #headcanon #family headcanons #dizztalkstoomuch #cough this one took a while to answer #i was helping my family with stuff rip #shed shopping went well tho!#saw some cool sheds !#Dear family #don't mind me just updating some tags

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perenlop · 13 days

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kinda insane how bigotry infects everything. i still dont feel good checking out the campus lgbt group despite being a senior now bc of the passive aggressive lesbophobia i got earlier

#like refusing to hand out lesbian pins and when we’d ask theyd kinda scoff and go ‘’why do you need it? just take the rainbow’’#(but ofc incorporating the blue flag asap)#not hosting any sapphic events for a while and ignoring our voices #refusing to put up our flag in the room and when they finally did it was half assed #i remember one time we had an event and the person hosting was like ‘’haha i can make custom badges!!’’#and there was a long line for lesbian badges. bc they had none. and the person was all flustered #like ‘’oh i didnt think thered be THAT many of you…. we dont have too many buttons sorryyyyyy’’#tbf it does seem like the lesbophobes graduated and whoever took their place has been better and got the pins in and has been better #but even in the groups they held there was just unchallenged lesbophobia like one girl constantly being passive aggressive #and mocking lesbians and saying ‘’i shouldnt be here bc im a filthy man liker ig. dont comfort me i know how you REALLY feel’’#and thats not even speaking towards how rude the previous leader was to me asking for an interview for the newspaper on discord #saying i shouldnt even have to bc ‘’people can just look up what ive done on the site so are you implying i didnt do enough?’’#which tbf i got an apology for but i was already dealing w anxiety and being iced out when id try to join in #like man i hope they keep trying to do better. do better for the ppl who come after me #but it was seriously so disappointing and isolating #echoed voice

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spikes-got-anger-issues · 10 months

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Finally finished S1 of Lab Rats and all I can say is

#as in oh boy oh boy am I about to dive super deep into this as a hyperfixation which I'm already intensely hyperfixated on #I have a feeling I'll miss Chase's little nerdy and sheltered personality of S1 though 😔#I know he's still a nerdy little dork in the rest of the seasons he just gets more cocky (unless I'm completely wrong about this lmao)#Chase and Leo are tied for my favorite but I still absolutely love Bree and Adam (sue me for laughing at Adam most of the time okay?)#Spike too (obviously because of this blog) but I'd feel weird to say he's my favorite at the moment because he's barely on the show #but I'll make a really big post (or multiple smaller ones) later just to rant about the notes I took while watching S1 #I will say that I felt so bad for Leo in 2x01 he apologized for something that wasn't his fault?? (redeemable) Fuck A B & C in 2x01 #personal

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sundial-girl · 8 months

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Do you have any hcs for Heron???

how did you catch me thinking abt him... spooky

i'm like super bad at listing hcs out in an organized manner (*_ _)人 but here's some:

goes for long walks at night to clear his mind when he can't sleep. yeah walking around the dark alone at like 2 in the morning probably isn't the safest thing but he prefers the solitude at that time of day. occasionally he'll also find something like a cool rock or shell or whatever on these walks to bring back and gift to one of his friends (or just keep for himself)

occasionally tries to hide his emotions so those close to him won't worry about him, but he's not actually very good at that (sometimes) and it just makes them worry more :'0. also, very prone to mood swings, which he also tries to hide as to not ruin the mood [pun was not intended i swear]

please don't let him wear roller skates/heelys - he says he'll be fine and knows how to use them but he crashes into everything and nearly breaks his bones 😭

he and oliver don't actually talk all that much but there is a silent mutual understanding (bird instincts 🤝)

used to have a higher cold tolerance prior to losing his hand (& eye), but can't risk being out in the cold as much anymore due to the mechanical parts possibly getting damaged (& the metal gets freezing which is. uncomfortable) so :( rip

scared of the dentist but only a little bit. not completely terrified but doesn't like going there

i know the mauling len to death thing is a joke sorta but i wonder if there is smthn deeper to it. like len reminds heron of himself in a way (even in spite of several differences), and something about that makes him so envious and full of rage and he's not sure why (he does, but wouldn't admit to it)—what's even more frustrating is len just keeps being... len. is he willfully ignorant and is this mockery or is he really that forgiving? and how could you forgive someone after all they've done to you? maybe len represents a lot of things heron is not and that's what really sets him off to attack him, personally. but maybe not thats just a theory a heron theory

very neutral on goldfish crackers

bumps into doorframes a lot b/c. tol

there was a trend years ago iirc? of people just randomly climbing up to really high places and just sorta sitting there. i feel like maybe he'd do that sometimes just cause? like w/ the first point he might just need places to vibe alone sometimes

thang

#ask #IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO TYPEE i was multitasking 😭 and my brain is word mush so i have no idea how coherent this is #see im like aaaaaaaaa b/c while i do be reading the lore i still have no idea if these are like any accurate 😭😭😭 i deeply apologize #also some of my own personal interpretations for some of the vsynth charas might've seeped in here so that mightve affected it too sorry 🥺#i was looking for a front facing bird pic to attach to this post but i couLDNT FIND ONEEE 😭 so i hope the plush is ok #front facing bird pictures are sooo funny i bet a large wading bird would look fucking stellar from the front #i woulda drawn smthn too but i cant draw rn 😭 so ue sorry again if this post is very ahkjnskjdngksjdngkjgk nonsensical #also yes maybe i read into the len thing a little too much but narrative wise i think he'd make an interesting foil to heron #a lot of the vsynths have interesting contrasts to him in your portrayals of them and balances out the dynamics nicely

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apollos-boyfriend · 1 year

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the funniest part is that like. some modern undeniably mcyt creators aren’t. even by definition “mcyt” bc they’re twitch streamers, not YouTubers. like. it’s just clear to me that it’s not a strict and defined label one way or another but rather a catch all for a certain subsection of content creators who either started in or have had major participation in minecraft related Things at some point (or are very heavily tied with people who did) yknow.

yeah!!! it’s actually a really interesting like, phenomenon. for the lack of a better term. just how much the label has expanded and changed to fit modern-day content creation. bc there’s this divide, kind of, between people who are a part of the community and those that aren’t. fans of mcyt will kind of label most ccs that even interact with mcyt as a mcyt themselves (crumb, for example) even if said creator hasn’t personally posted minecraft videos to youtube, or rarely stream it (if at all). and then you have people outside the fanbase that hold mcyt with a negative connotation that fight tooth and nail to argue that a specific cc isn’t an mcyt because they don’t want them to be, despite said cc fitting into the category perfectly, and being okay with the label. kind of an offshoot of lovejoy fans who don’t know that wilbur does minecraft content, but more extreme. idk fandom behaviour and the sociology of it?? for lack of a better term?? is always so interesting to me. there’s a lot of Very Specific Circumstances that led to modern mcyt and its development, popularity, and stigma, and i would dig deeply into all of it if i could

#muse talk #anon #i really like analyzing and talking about stuff like this #it’s SO interesting to me #because a lot of people who are against modern mcyt probably watched mcyt when they were younger!!!#and it’s like. i cannot stress to you enough how your favorite ccs from back then are probably still active IN the scene #dantdm lizzie and joel stampy and sqaishey jordan antvenom etc etc #the ONLY thing that has changed is that people have grown and matured. both fans and ccs #so there’s a lot more mature communication! ccs are able to livestream and have a more mature fanbase!#and it’s not as if they couldn’t back then. but it’s just evolved to be more optimal #covid made it so the meticulous process of filming a video editing and uploading it took too long #people were starving for content. plus ccs now had more time as well! so live-streaming was a way to remedy both of those things #a steady stream of content WITH a guaranteed attendance as ppl had nothing else to do #while before you could’ve lost viewers to school work etc #anyways. im rambling. apologies

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