#hbomb i missed you so much

[cuhreestina]

dsorry to everyone else they made this team specifically for me

#georgenotfound #hbomb94 #hunt and run #mcyt fanart #hbomb fanart #gnf fanart #hunt and run fanart #hbomb i missed you so much

[julesmallow]

HIS LAUGH💕😭🫶

#georgenotfound #THANK YOU HBOMB #my clip #GEORGIE🫶 #I MISSED HIM SO MUCH #I HATE YOU BANTER

[comicaurora]

I've started making my way through the playlist hbomberguy made of actually good video essays by queer creators and spotted a comment of yours on the one about the relationship between Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, which was fun xD red in the wild!

Anyways, just wanted to appreciate how both you and Blue and you are very good at showing your sources! It's always nice to know that the people you've watched for years have good habits after an event like this, and I hope you guys are among the people that get some new fans after this whole debacle, because your channel definitely qualifies for "good educational videos made by queer people"

I'm glad! Blue's much better about listing his sources and follow-up reading than I am.

To be honest, I loved the video, but my imposter syndrome always flares like crazy when I watch an essay like that. It might be the ADHD or it might just be who I am as a person, but I feel like I've lived my whole life striving to make everything I do the best it can be, and still managing to fuck up and get criticised for things I could've done better if only I never missed anything. It's an actual gut-drop when it turns out a source I used wasn't trustworthy, or when in older videos I only went wiki-deep for some claims and didn't check every source to be 100% sure I wasn't being goat-fish'd. And this being the internet, I can get criticized at any time for things I've gotten wrong years ago, since it's evergreen online and to the new-viewing critic it's as fresh as yesterday. It makes it hard for me to stay proud of my work past the first moment of "oh I would've done that different now". There's a cocktail of complicated, scary feelings around this space, no matter how little I actually have in common with the bad guys of this scenario - it's less about the reality and more about who my imposter syndrome tells me I am. I saw several people saying that the video actually made them feel much better about their own work because it made it clear that accidental plagiarism on that scale is impossible, but if my anxieties listened to reason I would've successfully machete'd them out of my skull years ago. I just hope I never fuck up badly enough to deserve an hbombing of my own.

But my own stress aside, the hbomb essay exposed a level of laxness, laziness and entitlement on the part of these plagiarists that I think is almost incomprehensible to people who actually create for a living or even just the joy of it. How hollow do you have to be to take in someone else's writing and not consider it, digest it, let it reshape your views and then formulate your own interpretation on it, but instead to file off the serial numbers and pretend it's yours, trusting that the person whose thoughts and words you valued enough to steal will never be powerful enough to call you out on it? I go down research rabbit holes because I love the frustration and thrill of putting something together! How joyless it must be to skim the surface and borrow someone else's conclusions!

I've sometimes had people email asking for sources on parts of my interpretation of various myths, possibly in the interest of source-citing for school papers (a nightmare concept in and of itself) and with very few exceptions I usually have to tell them "the only sources were the english translations I used of the primary source where the myth was originally written, like I said in the video, and the part where I said I was conspiracy-boarding has no source other than my own analysis of the given source, which is why I called it conspiracy-boarding" and I was always a little baffled by those emails - half the videos are introduced like "this is The Prose Edda" or "this is in Ovid's Metamorphoses" or "this bit is Hesiod" so what else could they want - but seeing the hbomb of the week made me realize that truly original analysis might not be what most people are expecting from a "thing summarized." They might be expecting a compilation of other people's summaries instead.

#asks #not aurora

[akyrin]

Grian: "We have to remind our audiences that we're all friends, we get on lovely. But Sands of Time, it just goes out the window, you just, you're shouting at your friends- [muffled yelling] HOW MUCH SAND IS LEFT SCAR?

HBomb: "Yep."

Grian: [still yelling] "SCAR THER'S- THERE'S SAND RIGHT THERE."

HBomb: "Scar what are you doing, you've missed ONE sand you fool."

Grian: "And then Scar's like: 'HAVE YOU GOT THE BLUE KEY?' Yes I've got the blue key. 'HAVE YOU GOT THE BLUE KEY??'"

Scar: "I upset my chat by the way. Because I took off my chesplate so everybody could enjoy my abs."

Grian: "OH-"

HBomb: "I saw you do that right in front of me. I wasn't gonna question it."

#mcc #mcc22 #mcyt #grian #goodtimeswithscar #hbomb #hbomb94

[mellorphic]

In Defence of c!Niki - a Four Part Analysis of Every Arc

People who didn’t watch C!Niki see, in the fandom, a big sister type character with girlboss energy who wants to kill a child. Niki isn’t that. She has a well-written narrative which focusses a lot on her relationships with others.

PART ONE: c!Niki’s Early Days

PART TWO: c!Niki’s Rebellion

PART THREE: c!Niki’s Disillusionment

PART FOUR: c!Niki’s Healing (you are here)

With the nuke plot to kill Tommy and everything that happened post-Doomsday, things seem bleak in terms of Niki’s character. But despite her words and her feelings, her actions show the audience that she does truly have some trust, some hope, some love, left inside of her. Buried deep down.

After all - she still wears Wilbur’s cloak. Despite all of her talk, and how much Niki blames him for a lot of things, it’s obvious that deep down she doesn’t really believe he’s the root of all evil. She still cares about him and misses him, otherwise she wouldn’t wear his cape.

Like Tommy, Wilbur is another scapegoat for Niki’s anger and pain. But she doesn’t actually hate him. She never did.

She was conflicted but she still loved him, she still cared about him, and it’s completely healthy and perfectly fine for her to have mixed feelings. It’s good that she’s not pushing it away and that she’s processing it. Her anger is justified, even if Wilbur hurting her wasn’t his goal.

HBomb and Niki were close, especially in Manberg, and when he tells her that he’s leaving the SMP, Niki asks for some way to keep in contact. She still values the people who have been kind to her, holds them in high regards and has attachments and trust towards them, no matter how much she may claim she doesn’t trust or care for anybody.

That stream was also when Techno offered for her to join the syndicate, but she doesn’t immediately except the offer, saying she’ll get back to him and speaking to her chat (writing in her diary).

N: I don’t trust anyone, y’know, I don’t know if I can trust Technoblade. But he seems like he’s one of- y’know, the most, I guess, hurt people by Tommy? Because he did get betrayed by Tommy.

As an inniter main I do have to say that I personally don’t believe that Tommy betrayed Techno but it is understandable why Niki, who had no idea about what happened in Tommy’s exile or what he was doing with Techno, would believe this to be true, especially as the narrative of him betraying Techno fits with what she believes of Tommy.

But that isn’t the part I want to talk about in terms of her healing - she may not trust Techno but she has compassion and empathy for him and what he’s gone through. That part of Niki is still in there, even if she doesn’t realise, and it shows she isn’t beyond healing.

Despite everything, it’s still you, and all that.

A lot of Niki’s time in early season three was spent in her Secret City, turned Secret Library, where she was on her own and didn’t want to go outside, with insomnia and night terrors when she did sleep. But while building, she had a lot of time to reflect on her feelings and actions, and began to distance herself slightly from Jack’s plans to murder Tommy. She was of course still friends with him, but she was realising that killing Tommy wasn’t what she wanted and coming to terms with the fact that it wasn’t his fault.

When she was on her way to meet Techno, ready to join the syndicate, she talked about him in her diary.

N: i don’t actually want to kill Tommy. He.. he’s just a child, and in the end it’s not his fault. It’s not Tommy’s fault that Wilbur left me, and it’s not Tommy’s fault that he… Wilbur… <sigh>… Wilbur- it’s not his fault! It’s not Tommy’s fault, and it’s not anyone’s fault, y’know? And I feel I’ve made myself a lot of.. a lot of enemies with that. So I wanna make it up.

Her ability to recognise her wrongdoings shows so much progress. I literally love her.

And she joined the Syndicate because she was finally able to see that there were people on the server who wanted her around. I don’t like some writing choices of most characters in the syndicate but I do think that in character this was the healthiest choice for c!Niki to make - she felt genuinely seen and heard by those in the syndicate and she’d trusted Ranboo for a long time, who wasn’t formally there when she joined but she thought he was.

It’s important for Niki to have that because she still finds herself frustrated with people who she thought she was close to, that don’t speak to her.

N: I-I don’t know what’s with Puffy, Puffy-.. hasn’t talked to me. She-she just doesn’t talk to me, she doesn’t talk to me! And I can’t deal with it anymore when everyone’s just not talking to me!

Puffychu. I miss you.

At the same time she has a lot of internal conflict about joining.

N: am I sure I want to do this? Am I- do I- am I sure I want to do this? Oh, I don’t know.. I don’t know.. I don’t know what to do.. I’ve never actually spoken to Ph- wasn’t- wait, no, wait- Ph- Phil was the person who killed Wil. Wh-wai- what am I doing here?! Wait. <laughs> am I sure I want to do this..?

….Remember when she made a promise? She still has her loyalty. Niki is still as loving as she always was, she still cares for Wilbur as much as she always did. It didn’t change.

N: on one side, Phil was the person who killed Wil, on the other side.. Wil was already long gone. The Wilbur I know, he was long gone. The Wilbur Phil killed blew up L’Manberg, and that’s- that’s where it all went wrong. So- yes, yes I want to do this.

Niki didn’t change, it was just the circumstances around her that changed, and now she’s taking the power back by surrounding herself with people who care about her and distancing from things that hurt her. Unfortunately people often have to take responsibility for a healing process they never should’ve had to go through in the first place. That’s exactly what Niki is doing and she never should have needed to but it’s great that she is.

N: … I will finally have a place to go again, right?

Throughout Niki’s time on the server she has always been the person to put her differences with people aside. It first happened with Eret and it happened with Techno and Jack and now Phil.

Niki’s Syndicate Code Name is Nemesis, based on the Greek Goddess of Retribution. People say she’s just a Goddess of Revenge but it’s a lot more like Justice, she often punished people for their hubris, an example being Narcissus. I love this for her and the context to it relating to her Manberg arc and it fits because she has a strong moral compass. While a lot of people connect this to the rocket duo arc I think it’s important to also look at it in the context of her past and it shows that she’s definitely reconnecting with that, compared to before where she wanted to push it away.

When she learnt Wilbur was revived, Niki was angry. She was upset he hadn’t come to speak with her after it had already been a few weeks and she was worried that he was planning something. Niki said a lot about manipulation and how she wasn’t going to be manipulated again and hoped that Tommy, Tubbo and Jack wouldn’t get manipulated either which shows us how she felt about the things that happened on November 16th - again, she trusted him not to blow it up, she literally hid the TNT from everyone else because that’s how much she trusted him.

I don’t actually think she was manipulated by Wilbur but it’s clear that at this point in time she felt like he must’ve manipulated her into trusting him.

But Niki was given a lot of time to reflect between that and when Wilbur actually spoke to her. And it’s clear she had been reflecting because the conversion she had with Jack after Dream escaped also tells us she’s come a long way.

Before we get there, though, this stream itself shows she’s been reflecting on things, too.

N: I’m not gonna blame it on Techno, I’m not gonna blame it on other people again because I always did that! I always blamed your mistakes and your betrayal and you hurting me on other people, <goes through nether portal to her Secret Library> and look where it got me. It got me nowhere.

When the syndicate got Dream out of the prison, Niki was not doing that for him. She was doing it to help Techno because of his favour, and to help Ranboo. The fact that it resulted in Ranboo’s last death had Niki distraught.

N: Dream had a favour, he held a favour over Techno.

J: Great! That’s between them.

N: but he’s my friend!

J: wasn’t I? Wasn’t everyone?

N: You’re still my friend, Jack!

J: do you have any idea where I’ve been? At all? For the past, like, three months?

N: no, I was waiting..

She’s gone from saying she doesn’t trust anyone and doesn’t want to be involved with anyone to actually being able to admit that she still cares about people and that they’re her friends.

J: it was fine that no-one else came, but you were the one person that agreed with me on things. You were the only person-

N: but how was I supposed to find you? Because you just disappeared. You disappeared out of nowhere.

J: but did you even try?

N: no. I didn’t. I didn’t..

She doesn’t beat around the bush - she admits it, and she sounds genuinely sorry for it, but she’s also telling him that he did hurt her too. Him leaving was exactly what everyone else did but Niki’s not angry this time.

N: why does it have to be like that? Why can’t we all-

J: it doesn’t have to be like that! But it can’t not be like that here. We can’t change the ay this place works. And that’s why I left.

N: why not? Why can’t we change this place?

J: what happened when we tried to make change, Niki?

N: …I know. I just think, I wanna give people a second chance, Jack.. and I want you to be here with me, giving people a second chance.

She’s regained her optimism and her hope, and I think the syndicate and the time she’s spent reflecting is why. Niki is genuinely opening herself up again, metaphorically in the sense of her being ready to let people in and give them second chances, but also physically, leaving the Secret Library more often to spend time with the Syndicate.

N: I had to help my friends. These are the people that took me in when I had nobody.

J: you know you could’ve always came to me.

N: you were away.

I love rocket duo sm.

And back to Wilbur. When he finally came to see her, Niki said everything she wanted to say to him, everything she needed to say, and heard him out when he spoke - and finally, Niki got her apology. That was all she wanted, and after that it was like they were back to how they were before, just goofing around. Niki got back what she’d missed. People wanted her to beat him up but I never understood why, because not only has Niki never been a character to use physical violence, she also never hated Wilbur as much as people make it out like she did. She was hurt, of course, but she never really hated him.

While we’re here.

N: why did you never come back?

W: … I was sick.

):

During Niki’s finale we see the full extent of her healing process. She’s able to have fun with Phil and bake with him, and able to immediately trust Kristin upon meeting her, and she hasn’t been able to trust anyone that quickly since the start of L’Manberg.

Niki is a character whose healing process meant getting back to a place emotionally that she was in before the trauma she experienced but as a final note I’d like to say that this isn’t the only way to heal and it’s not the only valid one. For a lot of people, getting back to the place they were in before their trauma is impossible and that doesn’t mean they haven’t healed, it just means they’ve grown in a different way.

The effect Niki’s trauma had on her was that it didn’t bring any change to who she really was, it just made her hide behind walls and anger and defense mechanisms. Her healing process meant breaking those things down and the Niki underneath was still the same.

Of course, the finale left her with many loose ends but that’s okay. People have loose ends. It’s more realistic for not everything to be tied up in a nice bow, especially when endings are a cause of an abrupt event like the server reset that meant she didn’t have time to tie things up. This is how things happen in real life too - most endings aren’t planned for.

Overall I think she’s an underrated character with a big heart and a character arc that shows cc!Niki’s potential as an actress and a writer, as well as a personality that brings a lot to the world of the Dream SMP canon as a whole.

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

on that note i do think a lot (not all obviously, nor even the majority, but a noticeable amount) of character bias is simply due to who has the most accessible vods. tommy and techno, the two characters i see get this most commonly, are among the few to have a complete collection of vods posted to their channels, therefore making finding their pov easy. meanwhile, if you’re trying to get into, say, hbomb lore, there’s so much missing that it feels like an impossible task. even with ppl who don’t have a shitton of lost vods, finding them can be a nightmare. and then there’s cases like Tubbo, where he has some bits of some vods saved but not all of them and not the full vod so you can find some stuff easily but some other stuff is a nightmare. this isn’t the reason it started- but it will increasingly become an issue as time goes on.

[pyreo]

I know hbomb's vid was about the overarching immediate content landscape and awareness of emerging methods of exploitation

but also I wasn't aware of any of these people, I don't absorb much on youtube, I'd never heard of most of them and had never seen their content. hbomb was showing me them for the first time and all I could think was they sound terrible

specifically somerton, illuminaughty (??) and internet historian--they wanted to just reformat already available content that put themselves in the centre. Those three specifically - none of them sound engaging to my ear. They're putting on an affected dramatic voice as they recite other people's writing. That's not itself bad, obviously - that's technically what acting is - but that is the single thing they decided they were good enough at that you should watch them do it, and they fucking suck.

Like god I don't understand how people were interested in Somerton's presentation style. Sorry if this sounds like I'm doing an 'i'm immune to propaganda' bit, it's not that! he just sounds so bored by what he's doing!

Because all of them were uninterested-- as hbomb says, they gave so little respect to media creation and analysis that they snatched the work of others without a thought to the effort that went into ideas, writing and research. And they can barely hide that they don't care.

They're narrating things in a grating tone of voice with no real levity, no spark of interest, and I genuinely think you can tell. They have the affectations of pretending to care while being bad at acting. Someone reading their own script, or something produced for them in a proper way, you don't get that because they'd be excited and eager to relay that information, happy to discuss a topic, which is just... what art is. Communicating the world through the lens of yourself. It's personal specifically to you, who you are, what you see around you. What interests you. Centering yourself in art is the point of art, something that only you could do. Having the world look back at you, through the lens of your creativity.

The people in hbomb's video had nothing to say even as they placed themselves at the forefront of presenting it. And their presentation voices, like the void of personality missing because it's not their work, are dull, boring, uninterested. Something something confirmation bias sure maybe but I hated listening to all of them talk. Look at me, I'm doing my youtuber voice with pauses for effect, I don't give a shit about anything I'm saying, I'm going to use the same tone and croak my way through some noises that you idiots will click on.

I literally think the disdain is audible.

Anything, anything, made by someone about a subject they love has more worth than these glossy-eyed self serving inarticulate cunts who can't even muster a semblance of curiosity as they frame themselves as the best mouthpiece to click on for money.

#and i don't get it. i just don't. i love expressing my opinions #i'm expressing one with this post. i'm only writing this out of putting the anger somewhere #but also... why? why put in that much work over something that was meaningless to you? #how could anyone stand it. how can you stand to feign engagement with everything around you #what went so wrong for you to believe everyone should be listening to you when there's nothing you want to say

[gynecologistmsfrizzle]

in case you are curious why few ppl seem to be commenting on it in the new video, hbomb publicly came out as bisexual a few years ago in his (very good!) video on h.p. lovecraft. he just hasn't mentioned it much if at all in videos, since.

OKAY SO I WAS RIGHT LMAO!!! yeah at first I was like “i can’t remember ever hearing him say it but I feel like he just Has Been Bisexual” and kind of assumed he mentioned it offhand ages ago or something, and I missed it? but then I saw people saying it was new information to them too. anyways good to know, thank you nonnie!!

#I also somehow haven’t heard he did a lovecraft video so I will have to watch that!! #asks #anonymous

[peninkwrites]

A Man Lost Through Time

Connor's piece for @dreamoirezine !

Please check out the full project, it's amazing!

crossposted to ao3

Connoreatspants has come unstuck in time.

He sat down to chat with his business partner JSchlatt only to turn around and find him across from him in a courtroom in the midst of a lawsuit only to next find himself alone, drifting, months after he’d first been told of his old friend’s death.

He enters a new server, alone and unsure, only to next find himself settled into a little house, passively watching yet another court case unfold.  Only for there to be a slightly more jarring shift, as he suddenly finds himself hosting a party with the ghost of that very friend alongside Karl, a time traveler still confused by the nature of his own existence.  Connor doesn’t know how to explain to him how little his confusion matters.  Karl has the luxury of most often one moment passing into the very next moment.  Connor doesn’t have the chance to even attempt to give him an explanation, because now he is back to watching the bombs fall over a city-state he knows he had seen standing what felt like only a few hours ago.

~

“Hello?  Connor?”

It’s Ranboo.  He knows Ranboo now.  Ranboo is alive now.

He’s sitting against a wall in a cell opposite Ranboo’s.  So, alive, but not for much longer.

“...what’s up, man?” Connor blinks.

“You were telling me about…” Ranboo sounds reluctant.  “Never mind.  It’s fine, really.  I think I… I think I got the gist of it.”

“Right, right,” Connor agrees quickly.  He stares at the back wall.  It’s going to break.  If Ranboo is here, it won’t be much longer now.

~

Connor didn’t know Ranboo.  Not yet.  Right now the closest thing he has to a friend on this server is the grave he now stares at.  He’s outside.  The sky is overcast and behind him are fresh platforms built over a crater, in front of him is a grave he honestly thought his old pal Schlatt would have liked.  It’s ornate, a tomb really.

Connor is almost tempted to ask Schlatt about his ideal resting place the next time he sees him, but he knows better by now.  No one would understand.  He could have warned Ranboo in the prison, and no one would have believed him.  Better to just wait.  If he waits, eventually they’ll be alive again.

~

Tommy is dead.  He died in the prison.  Connor is inside his house again.  It’s a comforting thing to come back to, the occasional phases where he had been allowed to have Tommy’s house, and while there were other instances where he’d return there only to find Tommy still alive, free, or present, those times got annoying.

This time Connor knows it’s his house, because the rest of the server is in mourning.  Ranboo had placed flowers outside Tommy’s door, because in this now Ranboo is still alive, and now Tommy is dead.

Connor took a leaf out of Ranboo’s book.  He has a diary now.  It helps with his sense of time.

i miss my friend jschlatt

im gonna solve mortality

if it's not that hard tho

if it’s a lot of work im good

–monday

Connor thinks it’s Monday.

~

Ranboo is still alive.  Connor thinks Tommy is alive too.  He’s running one direction across the Nether roof, he’s going to find people, he thinks.  Ranboo, HBomb, and Foolish.  He knows because of his chat messages.  And then he isn’t on the Nether roof anymore.  No wonder he keeps getting lost, he never sticks around long enough to remember where he’s going.

~

Connor is living in Tommy’s old house.  It’s his house now, because… Connor scans the room.  The ominous messages from Dream aren’t there, the walls are made of dirt.  Connor steps outside and sees his own name over the doorway.  It’s definitely his house, then.

Which is a bit strange because Connor turns around and sees Tommy crawling out of the sewer tunnels.  Followed by Technoblade.  Tommy is already a wave of chatter, Techno standing awkwardly between them.

“What’re you doing in my house?” Connor asks.  It’s his house right now, he’s pretty sure.  “What’s goin’ on?”

Tommy stops rambling and stops forward, colder now.  He looks extra scrawny, he’s got bags under his eyes.  That sort of look seems to come and go for Tommy. “This is my home, Connor.”

Connor disagrees.  His name is over the door.  So surely it’s his.  Tommy disagrees as well.  Connor turns around and finds the door has been blocked.

“If I was unexiled, would you give it back?” Tommy corners him.

Connor stares back, startled.  Right.  Tommy isn’t supposed to be here.Connor points this out.  Tommy doesn’t take it well, and Connor finds himself walled in.  He doesn’t take that well either, frantic as he’s trapped further, until there is only stone, not even light, Tommy and Techno’s shouting muffled through it.

Connor screams for help.  He knows no one is coming.  He pounds against the stone until he can see light, and immediately it is replaced by another.  Connor is used to being out of control, but now he’s scared.  He thought he would’ve been taken away by now, dragged to another point in time, but it’s still just darkness, it’s still just him pounding his fists bloody against cobblestone but every time he breaks it another stone takes its place.  Connor doesn’t know why now is when he gets to stay in one place, he didn’t know that his existence out of time could also be freeing.  He wants it to take him away again, he wants to go back to a time where he and Tommy are friends, he wants to go back home to when he and Schlatt were together, he wants out of this box–

Connor sees light and he bolts before Tommy can close him in again, but every exit is blocked and Tommy has a sword.  Connor doesn’t know how Tommy feels about him right now.  The last Connor remembered, they were friends.  Tommy promised him his house.  Tommy doesn’t look especially friendly right now.

“How much pain do you feel on a daily basis?” Tommy asks.

Connor thinks he can hear the blood rushing in his ears.  Daily?  I don’t have a daily.  He knows he can’t say that, so instead he stammers out, “like… like on a scale?”

“Yeah. One to ten.”

Connor doesn’t know how to answer that.  He doesn’t have a daily, and sometimes he’s in pain one second and then he’s not.  He decides to high ball the estimate.  “Honestly, like a seven..?”

“You’re about to be a nine, bitch!”

Connor doesn’t want to be in this one anymore, he doesn’t want Tommy to trap him again.  He has never been able to control when he travels, and he accepts that often, but this is a bad one.  Worse than most.  “I don’t… I don’t wanna go back in the hole.”

As with all things in Connor’s life, he doesn’t have a choice.

It continues and Connor can only listen from behind a wall.  He doesn’t think he knows how the rest of this one goes.  He’s a unique sort of scared right now, fear of the unknown is pretty rare for him.

“I don’t wanna die…”

Connor doesn’t remember what life he is on.  They let him out, but Connor doesn’t know if he should run.  He’s, ironically enough, not a very good runner.

“Hey Connor, how many hearts are you on?” Tommy asks.

“Uh, all of them?”

Connor sees Tommy raise a crossbow, and then he is no longer there.

~

Connor hasn’t been shot.  He feels a brief spark of relief, before recognizing his walls as that of a prison cell.  Connor cannot remember why he was arrested.  Only that he had been.  Maybe it had been a mistake?  Or it could’ve been some trouble with a fake I.D.  Or living in a house that wasn’t really his.  Something like that, usually.  Sam put him in here, because if the prison is in operation, Sam is no longer that pretty chill guy who gave out pumpkin pies and went running around with Ponk.  He went running after Ponk, it’s more like.  Connor is used to being out of control, being locked in a cell isn’t that different, really.  Just boring.  He would have a neighbor soon.

Soon maybe .  It could take days more instead.  He doesn’t really know how long he is in the prison, how long he was.  Would be.  Semantics.  It didn’t really matter.

Connor is spot on this time around.  He hears voices down the hall, one cold and unfeeling, the other deep and unsure.

“You wanted to be put in here–”

“And now I don’t, okay?  I have people who need me and–”

“–And they’re safer with you in here.”

Connor goes to the iron door, pressing his face to the bars.  “H-Hey!  Hey, man I did not want to get put in here, so, maybe we could do a little, uh, a little switcheroo and that guy– oh, hey, Ranboo!– can come in here and I can go home, okay?”  Connor knows this isn’t where he gets let out.  Still, might as well push Sam’s buttons a bit.

“Connor?  Why is Connor in here?!” Ranboo is just barely visible, looking irritable, shoulders hunched inward.

“It doesn’t matter.  Ranboo, please don’t make this harder,” Sam sighs.

“Please, Sam,” Ranboo grows quiet.

“Hey!  Ranboo!  Might wanna just like, do what he says, dude.  If you were gonna get out of this, probably should’ve done that before you got, like, halfway into a super secure prison.  But don’t you worry, buddy.  We’ll get out of here before you know it!” Connor calls cheerfully from his cell door.  He recalls the aftermath of the escape.  He almost feels bad for lying to the kid, but it’s not like it matters.  He’ll be dead for a moment, and then he will be alive again.

~

Connor screams.  This is a new one.  He has reawakened outside of his– Tommy’s?– house and he looks down at himself and sees nothing, no limbs, he doesn’t understand it.

“WHERE ARE MY ARMS?!”

Tommy and Techno are speaking to him.  He’s friends with Tommy sometimes.  He’s friends with Techno sometimes too, he even joined their Syndicate.  Maybe this is one of those times.

Connor isn’t so sure.

He’s invisible and he thinks it’s Tommy and Techno’s fault.  Oh.  They’re not friends.  Connor isn’t here by choice.  He tries calling for help again.  There is no reply.  He thinks there should be.  He’s a hostage, and he knows he isn’t a hostage forever.  Someone gets him out of this.  He wishes they’d get him out of this a little sooner.  Tommy and Techno are hurting him again.  This must be right after the last time.  He hopes it is, at least.  That Techno and Tommy don’t hurt him multiple times.  He considers Tommy his friend.  Sometimes.  Certainly not now as he begins to drown, let up for air only long enough to stay conscious.

~

Connor is relieved to find himself no longer trapped.  He can breathe.  He can move freely.  He’s safe, he thinks.  Tommy is still here, but he’s younger now.  He’s not hurting him.  Connor is new to the server, and Tommy is just showing him around.

“There are a lot of assholes on this server, alright?” Tommy says intently.  They’re standing on top of the community house, but he didn’t know it was called the community house yet.

“Technoblade,” Connor nods, agreeing, thinking of the man who threatened to put a pickaxe through his kneecaps not long ago with Tommy right beside him.

“Tech– Yeah, Technoblade,” Tommy nods, looking out over the prime path.  “All of them.  And I think what I need you to do is– Because I know that we’re… we’re friends.”

“Right,” Connor’s reply is automatic.  He doesn’t want to think about Tommy laughing as he begged him not to kill him.

“Say we’re friends.”

“We are friends.”  Connor doesn’t think he sounds particularly sincere, but he wants to be.  Tommy was– or is going to be– the one to damage that.  “Ethically.”  Connor adds.  Friends who don’t torture each other.  Ethically friends.

Tommy laughs, that sharp cackle of his, “ ethically ?  Why did you say that?”

Connor can’t explain, so he laughs too.  “I’m– I’m sonic,” he says.  Eventually people on this server will stop questioning his peculiarities.  Until they do, I’m Sonic will have to suffice.

Connor follows Tommy down the prime path until he sees Church Prime.  He’ll frequent its halls eventually, but right now he’s supposed to say, “what’s this?”  And let Tommy show him the church, and the Prime Path, and Connor follows him.

Tommy is a good kid, really.  Connor knows that hurting people isn’t his nature, even if it still stings.

~

Connor is outside the community house again, several renovations down the line.  Tommy isn’t here this time.  Niki is.  So is Wilbur.  Okay, so this is way down the line, then.  Wilbur is alive, and he’s talking to Niki.  That’s a change.

“I really want to do one good deed with you.”

“One good deed?”

“Something absolutely great–”

Connor approaches the community house.

Wilbur keeps talking, “ignore him.  Ignore that guy.  Oh god– Hello, Connor.”

“Did you guys say a good deed?” Connor doesn’t bother noticing Wilbur’s lack of enthusiasm.  His ghost had been pretty chill, so Connor didn’t mind intruding.  He wanted to do something helpful.  Doing something felt like a nice change of pace to whatever motions he had been going through thus far.  Wilbur wants to do a good deed as some sort of redemption type deal.  Alright, that’s fair enough.  “No, same, I just served time in jail,” Connor explains.  “Is how I resolved that issue for myself.”

“Okay, in jail–” Wilbur gives him a careful look, pulling Niki aside, “Niki, who is this guy?  He’s been in jail ? What the fuck? ”

Niki defends Connor.  Because they’re in the Syndicate together now.  That’s nice.  Connor hopes he gets to actually spend some time with the Syndicate.  “It was an accident?” Niki explains.

“What’s wrong with jail?” Connor gives Wilbur an unimpressed look.  “You don't believe in reformation?  Like, what’s the deal with you?”

“No, no I believe in reformation!” Wilbur doesn’t seem to know what to do with him.

“You’ve been a ghost too long, the world’s different now, buddy.”

Wilbur nods, “right, right you can come with us, Connor, just don’t touch anything.”

Wilbur sounds like he knows what he’s talking about, other than his outdated politics on prison reformation.  Bla bla summon god, help the sheep, whatever.  Connor doesn’t care too much about the details, he’s just happy to be along for the ride.  He’s dealt with gods before, he thinks.  Or he will.  He’s not sure if Foolish counts.

Connor doesn’t get scared.  Maybe a little nervous.  The god shows, and Wilbur boxes him in in a way far too reminiscent of Tommy and Technoblade’s actions.

“Do you have a death wish?”

DreamXD is speaking to him , he thinks, but Wilbur is handling the talking.  As per usual, Connor is tasked with waiting.  Maybe he actually can’t stand being trapped like this again.  Connor grows frantic, pushing against the gold walls Wilbur put around him.  He doesn’t like being trapped.  Connor feels shaky, he vaguely hears Wilbur say, “tell him we’ll stop,” and mumbles an agreement.  He is doing his best not to freak out, keeping his voice level even as he turns around quickly, hoping to be sent to another time soon.

“What if I just killed your friend and your stupid sheep?”

Niki defends him, “uh, that would not be so great.”  Connor is grateful again to be Syndicate buddies with her.  Connor isn’t used to having allegiances that care about him and stuff.

“I mean, Connor, how do you feel about that?” Wilbur asks him.  Connor stops spinning, turning to face him.  “It’s easy, right?  You could just get killed.”

“Uh, yeah, if that’s what you guys need, I’m just here to be helpful, y’know?” Connor doesn’t mind it.  He dies, he goes somewhere else.  Maybe it would get him out of this time faster.

Wilbur looks nervous.  “I– Connor, I’m not sure about this, actually.  I’ve changed my idea– How do you feel about it?”

Connor tries to remember.  He’s not sure where he is in the state of things.  A little bit ago, he’d said he had two lives, but he doesn’t think that makes sense.  This far along, he thinks he’s died more than once.  He isn’t sure if he’s lived both deaths yet, though.  “Well, I mean, I only have like, one life left, so I–”

Then it doesn’t matter.  It’s all gone.  He’s dead.  For a brief moment, he thinks he sees Schlatt–

~

And then Connor keeps going.

Connor tries to get his bearings.  He tries to remember who is alive and who is dead.  He is alive, that’s something good.  Tommy is alive, but he’d been dead before too.  Ranboo is alive, he thinks.  He thinks Wilbur might be alive?  He isn’t sure.  He knows Schlatt is dead.  He usually is.  Which sucks as he thought for a second there he was going to get to see him again, but here he is instead.  He’s living in Ninja’s old house again.  He’s been waiting until he was back, past when Tommy had read his diary– he has a new diary now either way– to make sure Tommy wouldn’t see this part.  It’s nice being able to plan ahead like that.

i don’t know when it’s gonna happen but i saw when i die. 

it isn’t all that bad really.

i mean.

i wanted to be helpful.

kinda cool to get killed by god.  makes prayer a little awkward though.

kinda was thinking i was immortal, though.  

Because it just keeps going, right?

i mean actually i think i am immortal cuz i just said i saw when i die and here im writing about it so.

never mind.

-Friday

Connor thinks it has to be a Friday.

It feels like a Friday.

~

Connor is back in Tommy’s house, but he’s not going to get attacked by Tommy any time soon.  Tommy is dead, and this is his house right now.  There’s even a sign out front, and there are flowers outside of it placed there by Ranboo.

He needs to calm himself, to catch up.  He has his diary in his hand.

The last entry:

I hope something happens today.

–Friday

“Me too, my guy…” Connor sighs.

I need a girlfriend

– thursday

“Ha, me too, me too.  Which.  Makes sense I guess,” Connor turns back one more page.

i miss my friend tommy

he died

got my house back

need food

– wednesday

Okay.  So last time he was here, he felt good about Tommy.  So, maybe later he won’t feel so messed up about the whole torture thing, right?

Connor’s necromancy powers work a little too well, because he’s pretty sure Tommy is supposed to be dead right now, not standing bruised and pale in front of him.

“Oh my god–” Connor panics, shoving him back toward the door, half expecting the guy to try to shove his head under water.  “Begone, ghost!”

Tommy seems as scared of Connor as he is of him, running outside, begging him to stop.  Before he runs back in with an axe.  “Do not fuckin’ punch me!”

Connor is frantic, but there’s nowhere for him to run, “I’m c-calling the police! I’m calling the police–”  They must have police or something, right?  He’s going to end up in prison eventually.

Tommy stops, looking an inch away from a breakdown, “n-never fucking punch me–”

Okay.  This Tommy isn’t going to hurt him.  This Tommy is scared.  Connor thinks that means they’re supposed to be friends right now.  Alive friends.  Ethical friends.

“Is that actually you?” Connor steps closer and Tommy does not attack him.  Progress.

Tommy still looks scared of him.  Maybe Connor’s impulse shouldn’t be to sympathize with him considering, y’know, a lot of things, but he doesn’t know why this kid looks so scared of being alive again.  Connor feels like being alive is a bit more chill than being dead, generally.  That might be because he hasn’t really gotten to spend much time dead.

Tommy is whispering and frantic.  He died bad.  He died in the prison.

Connor thinks of his own time imprisoned.  “You know I have been saying we need prison reform on this server.”  Connor wonders if Tommy knows his buddy Wilbur has some old fashioned views on prison.  It doesn’t matter.  Wilbur is dead today.  Tommy is alive, and he’s scared.

This is after Tommy has tortured him.  Connor doesn’t have any reason to show pity.  He kind of wants to anyway.

Tommy is upset that Sam let him die.  Wait until he finds out about Ranboo.  Or, wait until that thing happens to Ranboo, Connor supposes.  Connor will just listen.  And then he’ll leave again.  He leaves sooner than he thought.

~ Connor came out to Foolish’s construction site for a reason.  He’s guessing he had a reason whenever that destination choice had been made, but right now he isn’t sure.  HBomb is here.  He’s someone to conspire with, Connor thinks.  He has a feeling his intentions here had been conspiratory, even if the details are fuzzy.

Connor tries to piece together his surroundings.  The mansion is super unfinished.

Connor has a nuke.

That part is unimportant.  He can’t remember how he got it, and he’s confident he never uses it, he’s pretty sure he would’ve heard about that at some point.  So whatever he came here to do, it’s something else.

There’s a beacon.

Stealing a beacon sounds like something he’d do.

HBomb covers for him, Connor grabs it, and he runs.  He doesn’t think this is going to end well for him.  He thinks he came here for a reason.  That reason hits him the same moment Ranboo’s sword slices through his back and he feels his whole body burn.

Right.  Ranboo kills him.

Connor is down to one life now, and he knows where that will lead, so he returns to the mansion.  He knows he won’t die again, not here at least.

“Also, guys, I am, uh.  Cursing this land with the nuke.  I’m cursing it.  So, at some point– I curse this place to be destroyed, with my necromancy powers that I have, um, and you guys are all screwed.  You will rue this day and you will regret what you have done to me and my forefathers.  See you later.  Goodbye,” Connor turns and leaves.  They don’t follow.

Connor is pretty sure his curse worked, because sometimes there is a big empty mansion in this spot and no one moves into it, and sometimes that mansion is haunted by Ranboo’s ghost, and other times it’s under construction until it drives Foolish mad.  Or it’s before he cursed the land and Connor doesn’t see it at all.  But that part is less relevant.  His curse worked.  Just like his necromancy powers work.

~

Connor is running.  He stares ahead, there is nothing in front of him.  What was he doing here?  Connor stops.  He turns around.  He’s going the wrong way on the Nether roof again.  Or maybe not again, this could be the same as the last time.  Connor starts running the other way.  He might kill someone.  He isn’t sure.  If he does, he only needs to wait and soon they will be alive again.  Just like with the others, with Ranboo, with Tommy, with that Wilbur guy, with himself.  He just has to wait.

Connor finally finds his way on the Nether roof, reaching the main portal.  And he remembers why he went running off to kill someone.  It’s because Ranboo killed him.  Or rather, he was going to.  When Connor got there.  And instead of killing Ranboo, taking the Beacon and running.

Hm.  Connor has maybe a second to wonder about self fulfilling prophecies before he’s swept away again.

~

Speaking of self fulfilling prophecies.  Connor is pretty sure from the way everyone’s running around all freaked out, he’s pretty sure it’s Doomsday, or from the darkened sky, the night before probably.

Connor is on the prime path, he sees his house, the sign over the door confirming it.  Tommy is here too.  He’s standing at that one bench, looking quite serious.  Tommy spots him and grimaces, leaving the bench, glancing from the house, the sign over the door currently reading Connor’s House and considers it for a moment, looking back at him with something almost pitying.

“...hello?” Connor tries.

“Hey, Connor!” Tommy is too loud.

“Tommy, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t really know what happened,” very true.  Connor can’t remember the specifics of how they got here.  He remembers doomsday, kind of.  He doesn’t remember the before.  Although, he supposes this might fill him in a bit.  “I–”

“Hey, Connor!” Tommy interrupts, patronizing and abrasive.  “You know how I’m out of exile now?”

“...you are?”  Oh.  Connor is starting to understand why a bit in the future he isn’t in that house anymore.

“I’m out of exile now!  And it looks like–”

“Congratulations,” Connor means it.  Tommy in exile had been the one vicious enough to, y’know, waterboard him and so on.

“Thank you!” Tommy sounds almost too genuine.  “This is my house, Connor, I don’t know why you’ve, uh, stolen it.”

Ah.  He’s getting kicked out now. Right now.  The night before doomsday– he thinks– that isn’t ideal.

“Well…” Connor tries to think back.  He’s mostly going off of context clues at this point.  “You were evicted.”

“Just– One second, just explain this one to me, Connor,” Tommy leaves, goes into the house, and returns in armor.  He’s holding his axe.  Connor isn’t sure why.  He guesses it makes sense, doomsday coming and all.  Tommy frowns.  “Why’re you holding that?”

Connor looks down at his hand.  He’s holding a lead.  He cannot for the life of him remember why.  He might not even have lived that part yet.  “This is… this is all I have.”  It’s true.  His inventory is empty.  Gloom is setting in.  “I don’t… I don’t have a place to sleep.”  Connor turns back toward Ninja’s house.  It’s not a very nice house.

“Tell you what!  I’ll pitch you a deal, right now.  In exchange–” Tommy pauses, mulling something over.  “And I am not gonna be the bad guy, ever.  In exchange to stay alive, I give you this gapple, and you– and you live in Ninja’s house.  Pants optional.  For the time being.” Tommy gestures to the house across the prime path.

Connor already knows he’s going to agree.  Even if he isn’t a fan of the idea.  Tommy is right too.   For the time being.  Time being very iffy for Connor, in five minutes, he could have his house back again.

“...I’ll take it.”

“Yeah?  Yeah, we’ll be next door neighbors!  And in that way, I get to keep my home!”

“Yeah, yeah I’m down with that,” Connor goes into the little house.  There’s not much here.  And Connor is pretty sure it never gets any better.  “I’d be honored to sleep in Ninja’s bed.”

“That sounds alright?  Okay!” Tommy is quite pushy with this arrangement.

Connor doesn’t hold it against him.  He knows next time he moves back into Tommy’s house, that time will end with Tommy coming home way more messed up than when he left it.  He can wait around in Ninja’s house for now.

“For what it’s worth, Tommy.”  Tommy is rambling over him, but Connor just keeps talking.  Tommy will hear him, or he won’t.  Little stuff like this doesn’t matter, Connor just wants to know he said it.  “I don’t know what went on today, but, uh, even though you kidnapped me, and I’m still dealing with the trauma of that, you’re just a conflicted person, not a bad person.”  Connor doesn’t know how long it has been since Tommy hurt him.  For Tommy or for him, but Connor cannot exist in this life able to hold a grudge.  Tommy has fallen quiet.  “Um.  And uh, I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“Oh.  Thank you, Connor.”

Connor turns back to his empty house.  “Actually I need to go get a bed.”

And then Connor is alone.

Not gone, just alone.  Tommy has left.  Connor doesn’t understand why he’s like this.  He doesn’t often let it get to him, but he feels like he’s seen so many people lately, none of them people he had truly been able to rely on.  He likes Tommy, he does, but he misses Schlatt.  He misses those times in his life, and he doesn’t know when or how he will get them back.

He feels like he should have run into Schlatt by now.  It scares him to think he hasn’t had Schlatt in his life more than he has had him there, to think maybe he’s run out of time with his partner.

The way he figures it, from his side of things at least, he’d brought JSchlatt back from the dead, and then he’d been dead again, and then a ghost, and then alive again.  Connor must have figured out necromancy to some extent.  He didn’t feel like he’d done it yet, but he must figure it out eventually.  Nothing stayed dead for him.  Eventually he’ll end up in better times.

#dreamoirezine #my writing #connoreatspants #this project was so cool to work on!!

[nerdyenby]

Green time :D I’m watching Ranboo

“I can take myself seriously, I can do it” mmm I don’t think you can

TINKERBOO MY BELOVED <3333

THATS TERRIFYING HOLY CRAP

I got timed out for saying this will haunt my nightmares????

Welp, he was a fairy for all of five minutes before getting possessed

“If I have the opportunity to get rid of my eyes, I’m going to” yeah ok

This team is going to be so freaking chaotic

Them all yelling swears as soon as they establish no one’s pg 😂

Them just straight up missing the ready up 😂😂😂

Rocket Spleef

Relentlessly unhinged already, I’m losing it

“She green on my gecko til I’m insured” MICHELA 😭😭😭

*grandpa voice* “What the hell is a they/them??”

PHIL MVP!!!!!!

WHAT IS HAPPENINGGGG

I’m not even processing the event what game are we even playing??????

Hole in the Wall

Send help

“It’s called hole in the wall, not hole in the ground” so true Krinios

I go get a sandwich and come back to them adding an age requirement???

Skybattle

Omg people are dying so fast what

They popped off!!!

Phil is so good at surviving in Minecraft you guys

This is a great pov to watch live because I have no idea what’s actually happening, it’s like I get to experience it for the first time twice lol

“They got the slight cognitive abilities” I zone out for ten seconds lol

Someone help Sniff 😭😭😭

Meltdown

“Time to have a meltdown on stream” so true Philza Minecraft

I’m losing my mind

Michela hit the “girl dinner” note perfectly holy crap

Npc team fr, Krin didn’t get the memo

“To be fair… it was funny” - MCC33 Green Geckos motto

Pink popping off!!

“Icy take: let’s not die”

Michela needs to be a voice actor fr

Manifesting Aimsey back to back wins <333

Battle Box

“I’m about to run this team like it’s the navy” as they should!! Krinios igl arc

Michela 😭😭😭

Sapnap crit is so based

Omg teamwork <333

“New strat: the same thing we’ve already been doing” BASED

THAT LAST ROUND 😂😂😂

“I have no boys in my yard ;-;” lmao

Ran and Phil are holding hands this MCC

“I’m really good at acting like I’m dead, it’s my speciality” RANBOO GENERATION LOSS LIVE I STG

“Oh shi-oot” ran whatchu doin, you can swear now, it’s okay

Ace Race

Noooooo Michela 😭😭😭

Jojo calling the tie sexist is so

“The m in MCC stands for misogyny” so true aimseytv!!!!!

Literally no one wants pkt, so true

Grid Runners

Do we think they’ll try or nah?

You know what? No, I’m gonna stop holding back, Sapnap can stfu, I’m so serious

THEYRE CRAZY WITH IT!!!!!!

NEW ROOM NEW ROOM NEW ROOM :D

That was so clutch!!!

“She run on my grid til I ers” thank you Krinios

“I’m in Texas” “Oh. Sorry” 😂😂😂😂

NOOOOO

YESSSSSSSSSS

Sands of Time

WHY IS RAN GIVING PHIL A KISS AAAAAAAAAAAA

*Slow pan* “You’re homophobic”

I hate that so much, thanks noxcrew <333 /lh

This is so painful

The belated “hi HBomb” my beloved

OH MY GOSH

This red path is wild

NOOOOOO Phil :((

“At the end of the day, we are the silly team” so true Michela!!!

Movies don’t exist, we love writers and actors

Krin’s reaction to “cream crew” killed me

Yellow supremacy!!!!!

Dodgebolt

Unanimous yellow support my beloved <33

They’re gonna ambush Scott and harass him into getting this team every event from here on out, so true

MY streamers stan Oli Orionsound, as they should!!

“No one’s rooting for red” hmm that’s so weird and quirky, I wonder why /s

JORDAN SUPREMACY!!!!!!!

Welp that’s what I get for sharing a negative opinion on the internet, not apologizing tho

“Not this time, anime protagonist, now the villains win” PHILZAAAAAAAAAAAA /pos

#mc championship #mcc 33 #ranboo #michela darkeyebrows #philza #krinios #nerdy’s mcc reactions #cw caps

[callmearcturus]

Ur Daves are all so great, but I wanna shoutout ur fallout Dave in particular. The way u wrote him is deeply moving, and u somehow accomplished that in a way shorter work than ktowl (not that I’m not obsessed with ktowl like the rest of the masses) which I find rly awesome. And I’ve never played fallout either so I’m already missing a bunch of context which I’m sure only makes ur characterization of him even richer! Thx for sharing ur work and happy new year xx

YEAH I REALIZED PARTWAY THRU THAT FALLOUT AU WAS BASICALLY AN AU OF KTOWL, I WAS HOPING NO ONE ELSE WOULD NOTICE LMAO. so, valid.

also, I know a few ppl are trying out FONV bc the fic but I have also been told that Hbomb's analysis video of it actually works as a decent primer. This is maybe because Hbomb and I are in absolute agreement about the game and its strengths.

Also its a very good video, and it's delightful to listen to someone who talks at length about a thing they enjoy. (Not that his Fallout 3 Sucks video isn't another fave, but I think its telling that this one is a much newer video and has already more views.)

Also if you need advice for trying FONV yourself, I am here to answer any and all questions. XD

Happy new year to you too!

#Anonymous #end of year wrapup

[riacte]

Anatomy of a typical False-Ren team MCC:

Rendog mic problems

They somehow end up standing next to each other when talking to their chats unmuted

Ren looks down for 2 secs and False immediately comments that he “looks sad” (Ren’s probably doing the zoom in into his face for his viewers or singing Bohemian Rhapsody)

Light conversation about the weather, food, drinks (just British things)

“We did practice… a bit 👉👈”

Casual remark about how they one time they really practiced was “with HBomb” (aka MCC9)

False goes around roasting / commenting on skins

Ren, about anything: It’s cute, but it’s wrong!!

They meet up with the rest of the team, then Ren usually sets some goal of “let’s have have fun, my dudes!” and “#NotLast”

There’s a 50/50 chance that when confronted with game selection, Ren will go “well last time Falsie and I did….” (He usually uses experience from last MCC and quite often it’s a MCC with False until now lol)

“Let’s get Parkour Tag out of the way”

False always gets buggy in PkT / HulkSymmetry moment

Ren, literally after every single game: Now that one of our weakest games are out of the way—

Rendog HITW rage keyboard smashing

False makes a noise of despair at TGTTOS

Obligatory Fruityloops mention at TGTTOS

Actually they mention Fruit and H like seven times each throughout the entire MCC. And the other S tiers that they’re friends.

Blue9 reference

Declaring war on the other hermit team but can and will throw for them

Bantering during Ace Race / being super gleeful when they pass by each other

False after every game: I messed up :( if only the bug wasn’t there and I didn’t miss that jump—

Ren trying to boost morale constantly

Break time!

They either get really excited about the new MCC lobby decorations or go into serious, in-depth, thoughtful discussions of PkT / PkW and the competitiveness of MCC

Or False finds somewhere cool to chill and Ren goes “:D where are you?” and she goes “>.> how DARE you follow me??”

Or Ren accidentally unmutes for the entire break and none of the team members know how to cut in when Ren’s thanking bits and donos

In which False is just gonna let Ren unintentionally entertain her chat while she leaves for a bit lol

False roasts Ren but also gets 😠🥺 when he jumps in lava and dies in Battle Box

It’s extremely funny how every time False reminds Ren of an enemy about to catch him, he pauses and subsequently gets killed. Like no Ren, just run.

False girlbossing the team in Sky Battle while Ren fumbles with the spawn iron blocks

We do not talk about modern SG (Lime14 flashbacks)

At this point everyone’s a bit tired and they don’t talk as much, but Ren occasionally brings up False so she has to butt in to correct him

Ren gets the order terribly wrong in Build Mart but the extra blocks he got are somehow useful bc of Rendog Plot Armour

SoT goes something like this:

Ren: [minding his own business as sandkeeper, oblivious]

False, rushing towards mid with sand: RererereREN—

Thinking about the time False died and Ren didn’t know how to revive her and she was literally like “you dummy!!!”

For some reason cranberry / prune juice is brought up as a passing remark

Ren Dodgebolt commentary and False’s like “yeah I don’t even need to say anything”

False makes one (1) sassy remark about the state of MCC Reddit

“Well my dudes, I had a lot of fun this time!” <- Ren every time

False goes down to the winner’s hall and stands between her two wins proudly

The fans are happy :)

#mcc #ria.txt #ueueueueueueueueu #mcc really brought this duo to mainstream attention

[thereedwriter]

A Yandere KarlNap One-shot

《~Bruised Knuckles~》

◇//Warnings//◇ Violence, Kidnapping, Obsession, Talk of killing

Karl walked around the town, it was somewhat nice today. Birds were singing nearby as the sun burst down on the small town, it made him smile a little. Quackity left to go back to school a little before so he could get lunch, which didn't bother Karl, but he should have been back by now.

'Maybe he's just doing homework, he does have bad grades' Karl thought as he skated down the empty road, it was by the park so no one passed by it often. Which made it a good place to practice skating, or in Dreams words, "have a good fight" yea Karl didn't understand his love for fights. He didn't mind, as long as he himself didn't get introuble, he was good with it.

Karl continued to skate, doing little tricks while he did. His mind ran with thoughts and ideas for things, it always did. Karl thought about all his friends in different situations, like a haunted house or a masquerade party. That sounded fun.

"Hey Karl! Where's Quackity?" Sapnap called out, getting Karl out of his mind. The brunette looked over at Sapnap, he always appeared out of no where, yet again it was nice to have him around.

"I don't know, I think he's doing homework, what are you doing here?" Karl asked, picking up his skateboard and going up to Sapnap to talk to him. Sapnap had his typical headband and stupid checkered shoes on. Karl could swear he had those since kindergarten.

"I was just checking up on you, besides the bell went off" Sapnap said, pointing towards the school. Karl quickly picked up his phone and looked at the time, he was 20 minutes late to class, 30 minutes when he would get to class.

"I think imma skip, besides I've been a good kid, I think" Karl said, ruffling his own hair and walking away. Sapnap followed him quickly, staying by his side like a lost puppy, but a lot more scarier puppy in Karl's eyes.

"Yea, you deserve a break" Sapnap said, he seemed zoned out, looking at the missing posters they passed. All with familiar locals, like Wilbur Soot and Hbomb. Karl stopped and looked at the posters as well.

'WILBUR SOOT

MISSING

PLEASE CALL AUTHORITES IF SEEN OR ANY CLUES TO BE SEEN'

"It's been 2 weeks, do you think they'll be okay?" Karl asked, starting to feel bad for the victims. It all felt wrong and sad, how did the family's take the news that their kid was missing? It all wandered in Karl's mind.

Sapnap smiled, it was all his work, all paying off. Quackity was gone now too, so it was nice to finally see Karl alone. Sapnap slowly took out a small rag, it was covered with chloroform. Karl was too distracted with the posters and worries to notice he was going to be knocked out.

"Sorry, my love" *Sapnap muttered in Karl's ear, Karl didn't get to process what he heard before Sapnap put the rag over his mouth.

Karl muffled screams and helps, trying to kick Sapnap away, trying to yank Sapnaps arms away. Sapnap was practically man handling him from how he held Karl down.

Sapnap pulled Karl into an alley as he waited for it to work, Sapnap could feel his mind get lost in twisted thoughts. Sapnap smiled at how his hard work finally payed off, he could finally have him.

Karl tried to breath for air as he struggled, his mind slowly drifting away and getting foggy. His eyes tried to fight back so they wouldn't close, but everything was too much. His struggling got sloppy and more slow, his eyes trying their best to not pass out.

Sapnap only held Karl tighter, watching as Karl slowly fell into a sleep in his arms. It was like they were in a tickle fight, but more unwilling. But who cared, Sapnap didn't.

"Just relax love, I'll take care of you~" Sapnap whispered, slowly running his hands through Karl's hair, sitting down and laying Karl's head in his lap. It felt amazing to have him here, his beautiful brown hair and amazing grey eyes.

Sapnap knew he couldn't stay long, but he couldn't help but relax and admire Karl. His body was so calm and relaxed, Sapnap couldn't help but run his hands all over Karl's body. Not caring at all, just wanting feel Karl everywhere.

Sapnap snapped out his thoughts and groaned in annoyance, he could hear the school bell ring for the end of the day. It was really that long, it was 1 full hour of just all that work. He could of just done everything, but now he has to be careful and not get caught.

Sapnap gently picked Karl up into his arms and tossed him into his back seat, No one needed to know he owned a car. Besides, it was just made for him and Karl's little dates, but it had to be used today because Sapnap needed to make Karl go on dates with him first, which meant making him his.

Hope ya'll enjoyed, I'm always open to suggestions and also you can request anything. I will do them if they are not against my rules. Yes I will write x readers if you want, but make sure it's not against the rules before anything

#dsmp au #dream smp #karl jacobs #sapnap #karlnap fanfic #karlnap my beloved #Quackity Who? Oh yea #Hes dead #Sapnap killed him #Karl misses him though #Okay so its like this #So Sapnap is doing this #I cant tell #But yea #Yandere Sapnap #Yandere fic #Kidnapping #High School AU

[kissingthebeehive]

Okay, thank you for explaining. I completely sympathise with your criticisms in and of themselves - he should have noticed and commented on the issues described. I do think that calling him racist isn't necessarily true though, given that he didn't actually do or say anything racist.

As I see it, throwing him in with racists as a whole when the issue was more of an omission than something he personally did could lead people to miss the nuance of the situation a bit. I wouldn't want anyone to think that this kind of mistake automatically makes you an Irredeemably Terrible Person, rather than something that someone could learn and grow from.... especially when hbomb is otherwise actively anti racist and has done some important work in opposing bigotry in the youtube community. We're entitled to different opinions though, so I understand if you disagree. Thanks again for your time :)

Yeah, I agree with your position. I'm honestly just tired of seeing some people with huge audiences avoiding topics of race and transphobia, thus giving the false impression of something being completely perfect and not harming other people. Hbomber is just another case of a breadtuber, idk if they're friends but I always assumed he's on the same page with people like Sarah Z: shoving some topics under a rug, saying they "aren't qualified enough to talk about it in detail" (read white and/or cis) and don't want to talk about it "too much" in general (like they couldn't ask anybody else for help), completely warping the image of the media they talk about and giving it another "renaissance", now not with dumb people, but people who think "well this liberal youtuber who is clearly anti-racist and lgbt friendly said it's okay, so it means it's okay".

You are right, though, I hope he learns and gets better, his videos Are of a good quality and it is very important that he helps people.

#asks #on this note: please don't send me any more asks on the topic!

[theminecraftbee]

various thoughts on vault hunters 1.18 so far:

i really like that you get vault xp from more things now; it’s cool to see the breakdown of it too. really feels like you get xp for doing things more.

the vault themes are dope when it comes to “making a vault look like a unified place”. however i will say it looks ridiculously easy to get lost in there.

mobs being only in the vault around spawners is a big change but i like it - it makes it more like, an exploration thing, i think.

iskall said there’s gonna be a skyblock version of this. that’s the one i want to play.

is rabbit hide really that rare or is hbomb just. hbomb. still unclear.

scavenger vaults seem to be WAAAAAAY more common. idk if that’s intended or not but i have seen more scavenger vaults than normal once i think.

being able to do vault crystals without beating the end is SUCH a big thing for me

i had missed hbomb playing mcc music while running through vaults its so much fun to watch

overall opinion: A+ i am a big fan

#i will have more vault hunters thoughts perhaps in the future

[wiiwarechronicles]

C hbomb my c hbomb I love you I MISS YOU SO MUCH.

#maidsmess