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dyinginlava · 2 years

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c!Tommy, Exile, and Loneliness: an Analysis

By someone who watched every stream live and is not a fan of the fanon interpretation — redtaxproject analysis

Exile, for all its importance to the story of the Dream SMP, is often misunderstood and misrepresented by the fandom — exaggerated into a far darker storyline than you would expect from an arc that included the main villain stripping on a log for Twitch subscriptions. Much of this ultimately comes down to the focus on c!Dream as the villain, seeing him as the cause of all c!Tommy’s suffering — meanwhile ignoring both c!Tommy’s arc up until that point, and the various contributions of other characters that make the arc what it was.

To understand how exile affected c!Tommy’s, we first need to understand how the events leading up to exile affected him — he did not go into exile as a blank slate. Beginning with the events of November 16th 2020, there’s the perceived betrayal of both c!Technoblade (turning on the Pogtopians after realising he’d been lied to) and c!Wilbur (setting off the explosives after saying he wouldn’t). This is followed only a few weeks later with the situation that led to his exile — a seemingly inconsequential bit of griefing escalated by politics, with people he thought were his friends turning on him (with c!Quackity and c!Fundy specifically showing a willingness to only side with him when he was likely to win and/or it benefited them).

After losing two of his closest friends, c!Tommy then had to face the fact that c!Tubbo, as president of New L’Manburg, now had split responsibilities and had to prioritise the country over his best friend. Both of these factors together influenced c!Tommy’s mental state going into exile, making him feel abandoned by his friends. This was only amplified by the presence of Ghostbur through most of his exile, constantly reminding him of c!Wilbur’s death.

Now that we have established how the events leading up to exile affected c!Tommy, we can discuss the exile itself. While a common complaint about the arc is that, despite claiming to be alone, c!Tommy is visited regularly, this claim misunderstands why c!Tommy felt alone during exile. For the duration of exile, c!Tommy could only be visited by others — he couldn’t choose to visit someone. This is highlighted when he is unable to go to see the community Christmas tree — while someone builds a Christmas tree for him at Logstedshire, it wasn’t the same as going to see one himself. There’s also the fact that c!Tubbo never visited him.

C!Tommy also comes to view others visiting him as a form of pity, which explains one of the more controversial parts of the arc — c!Tommy dropping c!Jack Manifold in lava when he comes to visit him, lashing out and killing him. Both of these factors are shown with his attempt to hold a beach party (inviting others rather than waiting for them to come) and his response to no-one showing up, which is to deny.

All of this, however, is not to discredit c!Dream’s actions during this arc. The main mistake fanon makes when considering c!Dream is in the belief that he is good at manipulating people — in fact he is quite terrible with it, usually failing in most cases when he tries to persuade someone to do something with words (as shown during the El Rapids conflict and the dethronement of c!George). Instead, where c!Dream excels is in the manipulation of events — taking advantage of things that have happened for his own goals (such as using c!Tommy’s griefing against him), and setting up situations by predicting how others will act (such as staging the disc confrontation).

While his overall plan is still unknown, during the exile arc, c!Dream’s main goal appears to be driving c!Tommy and c!Tubbo apart, separating them physically and mentally, in order to create a situation where he would be in possession of both discs. In order to achieve this he spent his time hindering c!Tommy’s progress, highlighting the fact that others had turned on him, and constantly reminding him of the consequences of returning to the main SMP area. Even when c!Tommy left Logstedshire and hid from c!Dream, his goal was still achieved as c!Tommy teamed up with c!Technoblade — which may have been part of his plan all along.

Finally, we can discuss the events leading up to c!Tommy escaping exile. As a result of everything discussed above, c!Tommy begins to spiral, resulting in suicidal thoughts and apathy towards harm (such as letting mobs attack him). After c!Dream discovers his hidden stash of items, and destroys the progress he’s made, c!Tommy appears to be contemplating suicide — until he realises that the limitations of his exile are, effectively, all in his mind, created by fear. He could always leave at any time.

So he does.

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp analysis #dsmp analysis #c!tommy #c!tommyinnit #exile arc #my analysis #redtaxproject

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nyxsomnia7 · 2 years

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L'Manburg Lovers (Tommyinnit X Reader)|| Chapter 1- “Simping” Gets You Somewhere

“Good afternoon, mornin’, night y buenas tardes, buenos días, buenas noches, whatever Chat! We’ll start doin’ stuff in a few minutes and as always I’ll try to read Chat and answer any questions.” I said, smiling to my camera and waving as Chat comments came flooding in; mostly people asking how I was doing and saying hi.

“I’m doin’ pretty okay, thanks for askin’ Chat! Better now that I’m here, with y’all, and we gonna be checkin out this world I’ve been working on for a while! Sound good, guys?” Chat spammed POG and my personalised “Les GOOO” sub-emote of me dressed in my signature navy giant blanket hoodie looking extremely excited.

I giggled and opened the world, listening to the first dono of the stream: “Hey Nyxie, How do you feel about the people shipping you with TubboLive and Tommyinnit? P.S. love you and your streams; you’re the best builder ever, Grian should be proud of you queen! ♡❤️💛💚💙💜♡” Read the soft robotic female voice.

“Thanks for the five dollars, Woild’sYerErster54! Certainly not the best builder ever I mean half my stuff is just Grian Build Hacks, but thanks! About the shipping um, well, as you guys know I’m good with being shipped and fanfic and all that fun stuff as long as it is,” I started, bringing up my hand into view to list of the rules on my fingers, “Legal as I am only 17 and the fan fic doesn’t get too spicy. That’s it. Just the two rules. But I do watch both of them, kind of a fan, so I don’t mind, just please always make sure the person is comfortable with being shipped and in fanfics and with fans using real names and all that jazz.” Chat kept spamming “Respectful Queen POG” which I giggled at.

“Any way, Chat, I’m proud of this absolute mess of a town that I’ve built!” I said as the world loaded in, A simple concrete road connecting the build of the day to my cyan mansion and the very much under construction skyscraper hotel, “Yes I did it in creative, yes I know that makes it less impressive, but still.” I went into f5 to show my minecraft skin looking into the camera and punching the air. “But look, guys! I did a new build style and it doesn’t look bad!” I ran in front of the large, white, modern build I had managed to get tolerable. Chat commented mostly positive things, largely about how pretty and clean it looked. “You guys have been asking for another build tutorial stream, so I figured this is something simple you can try to do along with me like Bob Ross but with small levels of rage infused in there!” I said cheerfully. I got to work explaining what to do and how to customize it so it wasn’t too copy and paste.

After a bit more than half an hour, I got a dono that really stood out: “Lol, Nyxsomnia simps for me and Tubbo pathetic. Decent build tho” I looked at the person who donated and the amount: Tommyinnit for $42.69. Chat started freaking out, flooding in “Tommy in chat!”s and “Simp”s in Chat.

“Wait, is that real? Is that the blondie bitch-boy, demon child, Hamilton kinnie himself? On my lil’ builder stream no one really wants?” I asked. I pulled up Tommy’s twitch, He was streaming: Investigating My Simps I opened it. My stream was showing. Tommy was smirking but crossing his arms at being called a bitch-boy. “Oh my God it’s actually him. Listen, Tommyinnit from Technoblade I don’t simp for you. Tubbo maybe on some days, you? No way in Hell.” I said. My phone buzzed and I saw he had followed me on Twitter and sent me a message. It was a discord link. I opened it, surprised to find it was the chat room Tommy used to communicate with all his streamer friends, and joined the VC he was in.

“Um, hi.” I said, struggling to sound and look calm. I mean, I talked to him as a character in my 3 AM lonely time rants but never thought I’d talk to the real one.

“What the fuck, Woman? I give you money out of the kindness of my heart and you don’t thank me like every other person who donates, but proceed to call me a bitch-boy, demon child, and Hamilton kinnie!” He shouted in his characteristic scream.

“Ah, screaming and not referring to females by their name, now I know for sure it’s you. In my defense, Tommy, I mean, it’s not like I expected you to actually be on my miniscule stream!” I said defensively. He took a pause and I didn’t even have to watch his camera to know he was tilting his head around in theatrical consideration.

“Okay that bit is fair I guess, I mean I am friends with Dream and I’ve got like 500 thousand odd Twitch followers so ehaaa I guess that makes sense.” He said chuckling, saying the last bit quickly like he always did when he was bragging about something. I rolled my eyes and tried not to smile or laugh.

“So, now that that’s all cleared up, you gonna find the stream of some other poor alleged Tommy simp or you gonna stay here and be a nuisance?” I asked, a bit of giggle naturally slipping into my tone.

“I mean you were supposed to be the last stream I looked at so it’s stay here and bug you or help Tubbo with his bee house and I’m not doing that shit.”

“Well, if you’re gonna stick around I won’t stop you, just don’t be too much of a problem. I have a poorly designed modern house to finish helping the people make.” I said, smiling to the camera for Chat.

“How dare you. You’ve really hurt my feelings here, woman. I am not a nuisance or problem whatsoever!” He said. I smirked and giggled softly.

“Sure Tommy.” I said and added the next step to the house.

“That looks like shit.” Tommy said as I finished it. I frowned at him as he smirked. Our Chats both started attacking him for being mean to me when discord made the sound of someone joining the VC. He sighed, “Hi Wilbur.”

“Tommy, stop being mean to Nyxsomnia.” I heard Wilbur say. My eyes went cartoonishly big, like I’m talking Vanellope Von Schweets big.

“Hi Wilbur.” I squeaked out, I could tell I was grinning massively and blushing. I mean he’s Wilbur freaking Soot and he’s scolding Tommy for being a jerk to me.

“Hello, Nyxsomnia.” He replied warmly.

“Oh, you can just say Nyx or Nyxie or something like that if you want I know my username is kinda long.” I said hurriedly. Chat was teasing me for my reaction to Wilbur defending me.

“Alright, Nyx. In any case, apologize Tommy.” Wilbur said sternly.

“Sorry, woman.” He grumbled.

“Good.” Wil said.

“Thanks, Wilbur.” I said quietly.

“You’re welcome. Anyway, Tommy I need to chat with you when you’re free.”

“I can just leave and you guys can talk. I’m almost finished with my stream and it’ll go faster if Tommy isn’t here to comment and start stuff.” I said.

“Alright then. Bye.” Wilbur said. I said goodbye as well and managed to finish my stream in twenty minutes, Tommy had raided me a few seconds after I left the call and since I’d never had the numbers to raid someone before I just raided Tubbo at Chat’s demand.

About two hours later, I was trying to get the motivation to pick up my room when I gave up and got up to go take a shower. Once I got back to my room an hour and a half later, wrapped in a towel with hair dripping, I noticed a string of notifications from Twitter, Twitch, and YouTube. I had to force myself to put pajamas on before looking at them or I’d never put them on. Once I had wrapped myself up in some decently summery jammies, I checked the Twitter notifs first, expecting some nice fan art or a fan DMing me to talk about something. Instead I found this:

WilburSoot has followed you.

TubboLive has followed you.

Fundy has followed you.

Dream has followed you.

GeorgeNotFound has followed you.

SapNap has followed you.

BadBoyHalo has followed you.

I almost dropped my phone in shock. I checked the other two apps to find the same messages. All this because Tommyinnit stumbled across my stream? I never could have even imagined this. It was something out of a cliché fanfic and it was actually happening to me. I sent screenshots to my group chat with my friends with the message:

Looks like ya girl just got

dropped into an X Reader fic,

place your bets on which

tropes Imma end up followin’ and

which character is simping for me.

Myka (Sweetest Baby)

So happy for you!

Don’t end up in any alternate

dimensions without us!

Micah (Remus Gremlin)

Holy crap that’s a lot of

famous dudes in one screenie!

You’ll probably end up going on a trip

no human being can afford

and no sane parent would ever allow.

And we all know it’s gonna be

SnapChat or something lol.

*puking noises*

Lexy (Grouchie Lil’ Storm Cloud)

???

What does this mean???

Oh yeah, you don’t understand

MCYT. These people are all

famous streamers. Tommyinnit

ended up streaming with me today

and I am benefiting greatly from it.

Lexy (Grouchie Lil’ Storm Cloud)

Still don’t get it but glad you’re happy.

I continued texting my friends and checking in on my fan pages until midnight, when mom instructed me to go to sleep and took my phone. After two hours of vaguely watching YouTube videos and commenting like I was streaming, I finally managed to get to sleep.

#tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #mcyt x y/n #dsmp x reader #fanfic #L'Manberg Lovers #tommyinnit #l'manberg #l'manburg #x reader

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420technoblazeit · 2 years

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I lost both of my maternal grandparents and a step grandparent to cancer and it never gets easier. Even if you know it's coming and are simply waiting for the day it finally ends their suffering.

It still hits you and it hits harder because you know that the next person you love who has their body betray them will have to go through treatment, then hope it works and the suffering is worth it to live. Or they have to accept death is coming for them and luck just wasn't on their side.

Technoblade is someone who I never spoke to and he did not know hardly any of his fans by name but still, we all mourn for him. Because we all knew him without truly knowing, he shared what he could and what he wanted. Just like a grandparent who you rarely see.

To me, it feels like when my grandmother died, it was sudden and no one thought it would be that soon. She told us stories about her childhood as her cancer metastasized and I had no idea that in one short month she would be gone and the rest of her stories would be gone forever.

I was 12 when she died and I miss her everyday. But I remember her and her stories. That is what we all should do for Technoblade, remember him so that he never truly dies. Everyone on Ao3 is considering discontinuing or deleting their works. Don't dishonor him by removing what was worked hard on. He may be gone, but he loved putting out videos that could entertain anyone that happened across them. And he loved seeing fanart put up on the subreddit.

I can't think of a better way to honor him than to continue being creative by drawing and writing down his stories.

Sorry for the word vomit, I am having a hard time at the moment. Too many memories and worries about my only remaining grandparent.

first off i'm really sorry for your loss. techno's death hits a lot of us especially hard in the context of cancer, i think. i lost a relative to it too and shit sucks man. it's devestating to see its effects on someone. but i think he'd be glad that people are still creating art for his character. given that he was on the dsmp for his last ever stream i think it's pretty clear that the server meant a lot to him. he wouldnt want something like this to stop people from making more art and sharing it with each other

#the pig squeals #technoblade #cancer tw #tw cancer #death tw #tw death

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vpofcookies · 2 years

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I've been thinking about Technoblade a lot lately. I miss him.

I have a few things I've been thinking about written below

One of the things that hit me after the news was how hard it was to explain the impact he had. My parent's reaction was basically "a youtuber died? Oh, wait you're crying, I'm sorry it's making you so sad." When I heard the news, I was working on a piece of art that I planned on being the first thing I posted where he would see it. I haven't finished it still. I never got to share the impact he had on me, or the fact that he was the reason I'm making art again in the first place.

What is hard to explain to others is that it wasn't the youtube part that made it sad. I wasn't grieving for a youtube channel, I was/am grieving for the person behind it.

Technoblade had a skill and dedication that I had never seen before in minecraft youtube and doubt I ever will again. There's something mesmerizing about watching his videos and seeing movements in his character that seem natural and expressive, and a skill that makes the most talented player run. Like technodad said, sometimes you would question if the other players could even see him. But most people who watch his videos know there's so much more than that.

Technoblade is probably one of the best people I will ever know, even if I only knew him from videos. Some of the stories we only learned after. Like Techno checking in on friends who were struggling, or calling sick friends every day, or creating lore for a dying server. But there's so much more that we knew already.

For a man with a reputation of selling out and asking for money, I have never seen a man give more. His siblings can go to college, if they want. I cry every time I think about it. He raised so much for the sarcoma foundation, but even before then he was giving so much. His fans were over a third of the UHC donations, that's over a third of the donations from one person's fans in a 200-person international event that he wasn't even planning on joining. In MCC pride they added a bell because he asked, so that they would get more donations.

Even not considering charitable donations, we know he was helping so many of his friends. From encouraging Tommy to use his character in thumbnails or video titles, to making sure that Nihachu wasn't spoken over in DSMP events, to calling out his friend's channels if they were with him when his sellout timer ran out. I remember hearing from mcc channels about his intro videos for his teammates. I remember mccs of him sending raids to smaller channels. I remember animators thanking him for being the only one to respond when they asked for audio files to use.

He always encourages his fans to be a good community and it showed. I remember the potato wars, and him calling out fans for being rude and encouraging respect and support for squidkid, and supporting him instead of dragging him down. I remember mcc games where fans were angry, and Techno was telling his team that they did well and reminding the chat to thank the crew for their time and effort organizing. I remember him emphasizing that no one should be pressured to be perfect, and that the tournament should be fun. I remember his dsmp character changing to be more accurate to what he said instead of sensationalizing, and a story line that changed to include more people. I remember a dry humor that made the dark plot of the dsmp accessible to the people that wouldn't have been able to watch otherwise. I remember chat requests for callouts to lgbt groups that were always instantly answered with acceptance. I remember skywars videos titled just so that they sounded better for colleges, but techno teaching us anyways. I remember fans responding to hate by making a charity raffle for coral conservation, responding to sadness by donating to cancer research. I remember a man who told us his odds were better than they truly were so that he didn't make us sad, who made jokes about his surgeries, and made merch about his death, giving us something to laugh at even as we cried.

I remember chats filled with thousands of people asking Technoblade for a story and listening for hours as he shared his stories with us.

I miss him. I miss the good and acceptance and joy he brought to a community of millions. But the community is still here, and I will forever be glad for that.

#I'm not going to main tag this because i don't know it there's an agreed community warning #cw death #tw death #i miss him and i did cry writing this

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jeireilostt · 2 years

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Techno.

I just wanna say how much Technoblade meant to people. He never deserved this. He wasn’t supposed to leave. But one thing I know for sure is that Cancer is horrible.

They took away an amazing person who loved his fans is much. I loved that dude so much.

I’m still waiting for him to call us nerds. I’m waiting for a stream. I’m waiting.

Technoblade never dies. And he never will. He’s just resting a bit longer than usual.

But that’s just stupid right?

He’s gone. And he won’t be returning anytime soon. We won’t get to meet him. Speak to him. Thank him for everything he’s done for us. And we certainly can’t ever here him calling us nerds. We won’t see any of it.

I genuinely can’t process this. Today so the worst day of them all. He’s changed so many lives. He’s changed so many.

I can’t imagine how his family, friends, or anyone that knew him feel.

Everyone please show Techno respect. Respect his family and privacy. Just because he’s gone doesn’t give you the right to find out more than you need to know.

And message to Technoblade who I hope sees this somewhere.

Thank you. You made my sad and boring days better. You made me laugh. Made me cry. Made me jump around my room in excitement. You made so many people happy. It’s amazing how you don’t know any of them. Yet we loved you and you hopefully loved us. I swear if this is a prank. I will hunt you down you dumb pig. You Amy never know me but I knew you. I knew you as the guy Technoblade who never died. They guy who bested everyone in a block game. A guy who would sell his dog for a Starbucks coupon. I knew a guy who mad jokes knowing that he had a chance to never come back. We love Techno. And I certainly do. Everyone will see your content. Everyone will see how much of a good person you are. I hope that you say everything you wanted to see. I’ll miss you you dumb anarchy pig with a monarch outfit. Keep those farming those potatoes will ya? Can’t have Squidkid beating you. I know you’d hate hit. If not we’ll do it. Blood for the blood god am I right?

Technoblade was legend. He was so young still. Only 23. I can’t imagine how it must’ve felt writing his final words to us. I don’t know how I can ever get over this. Thank you.

May you Rest In Peace Alex. And yes the joke about your name being Dave was funny. We’ll keep ringing that bell for you. I promise. I’ll buy whatever merch I can.

Goodbye Techno, you will be missed…

#technoblade #technoblade never dies #and he never will #may he rest in peace #goodbye technoblade #you were a real one #we love you #🤍#mcyt #tw: death #rest in peace

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issybettyx · 1 year

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As a writer, imagery is extremely important

When I asked my teacher in Year 9 what imagery was, she told me it was using specific techniques to create an image in someone’s head. And then, she made us all close our eyes as she explained a scene.

All I saw was pitch black.

This is called aphantasia, because yes believe it or not some people can’t picture things in their heads.

She, my Year 9 English teacher, told us all to write down something we saw after she explained this field, and I couldn’t because I simply couldn’t see anything.

A few months later, my sister was sat at the table explaining how she daydreams her days, and it was like a lightbulb was switched on in my head. For ages, I’d simply assumed that daydreaming was a figure of speech.

For example, if I’m staring off into space thinking of something random, I assumed that’s what daydreaming was. Just kinda not being mentally present. However, apparently people actually see things? Which is absolutely mind-blowing to me.

Aphantasia comes with it’s perks, for example when someone says “don’t picture a penguin” you genuinely don’t picture a penguin. Or if someone says something really inappropriate and everyone is like “ew don’t make me imagine that” and you’re sat there giggling at them for having to go through such agony.

But, as a writer, it’s not the best honestly.

I use pinterest a lot, to just be able to imagine the scene. My betas also come in handy for this, for example in my pirate multichap i’m working on i explained that techno was wearing ‘red heels’, myself believing that they were those cool ass tall boots, but my beta was like ‘yeah i’m kinda picturing stiletto high heels, maybe say boots or something’. I do this a lot, where my imagery is off or I don’t explain something properly.

I was talking to an irl about my aphantasia the other day, and they explained how they picture things as almost a 3D landscape, where they could picture an apple and turn it and see all the sides.

Is this what you guys do in your free time? Just imagine things and actually see them? Is that why I write so much?

Also, dreams are funky. Like, I can go months without dreaming and then have a week full of them, and they’re mostly just snippets of something. I mostly see black when I sleep, and people are always like ‘wait so you don’t dream every night?’ And i’m like ‘am i SUPPOSED to???’

Aphantasia is also the reason I’m not a fan of descriptive writing; if you read my fics, you’ll notice how it’s based around conversations and emotions and characters rather than the environment or their clothes or the weather or the time of year, because honestly I don’t think about those at all until I’m reading it back and have zero clue where they are. Like we had to do descriptive writing in December whilst my teacher was sick, and we had this photo to work off of (Thank you so much Miss S genuinely thank you), which worked absolutely amazingly for me. Whereas if you simply tell me to describe a street with snow, i’ll talk about the sounds of the snow or the smell of hot chocolate, or the buzzing of the street lamps and the cold fingertips. Not about the white of the snow or the steam on the hot chocolate, or the golden glowing lamps and the red hands.

We’re always told to use every sense in writing, because it aids imagery, but when I can’t see it myself I don’t think to write it (out of sight out of mind).

Anyways, I talked about this on twitter when i still had it, and was thinking about it again today for some reason so. :D

(Mafia Technoblade au coming later cus i saw some cool fanart)

#aphantasia #technoblade #descriptive writing

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luciddreamingstuff · 2 years

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Voice of Old, Momento

TW: Death

I didn't feel the need to say anything about Technoblade's death, everyone had already said a lot. Then again, I'm just some rando on Tumblr who sometimes posts lukewarm funny content, or random content, and so on. But suffice to say, his death hit me hard, like many others, tears were shed. I don't cry, I can count the number of times I cried, like actually broke down crying instead of a fit of rage. It's strange how attached we got to Techno, and how much he changed our lives. I'm angry he was taken, so young and kind. But we already knew that. Young witches saying he's fighting god and older witches saying this is disrespectful. I like to think he spared with the Christian god, maybe won, and is just fucking around at this point, being Techno as always. Whether he is dealing with the voices post-death or not, it's Techno. I cried, and then I laughed, like many others. When he released his death merch, I laughed. I was like many others waiting for him to pop out of the void and be like "Sup losers, I'm not dead." Even though I knew that wasn't going to be the case. I watched many younger Minecraft fans and even older fans sit there and weep, holding onto each other through the screens of their phones, computers, and so on. I watched many put down the pencils and put away their cosplays for good. I watched as some picked them back up because of his passing. I watched as those who never even were in any community with him shared their condolences. I watched as many were torn apart by those who hate one part of the man's career. Right, the Antis. I won't delve too much since I don't want to give them too much more attention. But again, I am sorry to those whose lives are so empty and pathetic, that they must fill that man-made void by dragging a dead man through the mud and others based on their interests, the harmless version anyways. No, this is not the time for anger, let them wallow in the shadows to wither away in their own rot and echo chamber. I have been around a long time, I have seen a lot in the fandom, been here since 2012, playing on an ex-friend's account and discovering the world of Minecraft and content creators. I was there with the old guard (i mean the non-problematic ones anyways). And Techno was part of the new guard, bringing life along with many others after a darker age of Minecraft when there was little. I thank him, for opening up his world to us, watching the torch be passed from the old guard to the new one. Techno was more than some figurehead in Minecraft, he had done amazing things and I can't thank him enough. I'll laugh with others about his antics during the potato wars, I'll cry with the others of the Dream SMP of his character's story. Remember to take care of yourselves, and that your feelings of loss are valid. You may have not known him personally, but he still touched your heart. Remember to hold those you love close, whether that be right next to you or through a screen. It's okay, you aren't alone. And . . . Fuck Cancer. Technoblade Never Dies.

#tw death #I honestly wasn't gonna post anything #This is more cathartic than anything even if no one reads it #technoblade #ld speaks

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gamermousedraws · 2 years

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The Bell of Time never tolls for he who never dies.

I did not know of Technoblade for long, I knew of him more as the deep voiced tyrant killer who loved potatoes and bedwars and unleashed the hell that is a wither upon the world.

But for the time I knew of him, I came to find him as a source of spiteful positivity, a genuinely great person who cared deeply for his friends and fans. And also a huge nerd.

In the days since his passing, I am reminded of two key sayings/moments associated with passing of souls.

The first is a line from Krystal LaPorte after the passing of her partner, the talented and loving Christopher Ayres on a charity stream hosted by Ashley Nichols. She said quote “I know he would want everyone to just be happy because we’ll see him again someday. Why not collect as many stories and memories as possible to tell him?...Because hes gonna be bored. He’ll wanna hear all the cool shit we did.”

In his own way, Techno is waiting and watching over all the people he loved, and that includes us. But instead of sitting waiting for us, hes causing his anarchy as normal.

From memorial candles fighting to be lit, crows ripping the mourning from their thoughts for a brief moment, even infiltrating Wilbur’s dreams to call him a loser for dreaming of Minecraft. He’s reminding us of him every day and when we meet again he’ll be just as he was in life: a lovable prankster.

The second is a well known saying some say is overused. The saying that every person dies twice. Once when their mortal self goes, and once when their name is uttered for the very last time.

I can say with complete and utter confidence that Alex truly will never die, for he will never be forgotten. He has impacted the lives of thousands, and continues to even as I write this post. Several people including me have been influenced even in small ways by him. I say ‘bruuhhh’ and “HEH?!” like him just from videos.

So a salute o7 to our blood god. King of Anarchy. God amongst Men.

May he find many potatoes, many people to prank, and many Gods to fight in the great beyond.

#technoblade #technoblade never dies #mcyt #alex technoblade

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notghost-ash · 2 years

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I know I didn't post about this sooner but I really wanted to think about how to exactly say it.

What I have to say about Technoblade's death

(may repeat some stuff)

For everyone who's reading this and to everyone who feels as if this is the funeral and this is what we would say if given the chance,

Technoblade was an amazing person, I think we can all agree on that. He helped a lot of us for years. I still look back on the times where he and chat would start spamming 'one of us' over and over again while everyone subscribed and became a channel member. (go become one now at

(ONE OF US, ONE OF US, ONE OF US)

Even if he is dead, he will always be alive in spirit. Technoblade never dies. And it's true. I can't even begin to describe what he did for me, how many times he made me happy, safe, cared about, he made me feel like he was my 'safe space' and I could never repay him for all of that.

He always reminded us that we were special and we still have the chance to live out amazing lives, so why don't we? Why don't we just live our lives like the world is ending? I still believe that he will end up fighting God and I believe that he will win easily, without a doubt.

Saying this, I would like to thank him even if he'll never see this, I want to thank him because he didn't lose, it was a tie. He may have died but the cancer died to. I also want to say this too, FUCK CANCER. He deserved so much better and was one of the most humble person ever.

He will at some point reach 20M subscribers and I wish that he would be able to be here for that but let's make him happy guys, let's do this one thing for him so he may rest in peace. I also want to say personally, thank you Techno, for the laughs, cries, angst, lore, fun, blood god moments.

I'm glad we all got to experience that. And maybe we will meet again Mr. Blade. Time will tell. Also good luck on the whole war thing with God, I believe in you Technoblade. You have this King. Rest in peace and very much FUCK CANCER, rip blood god. And forever we will be known as 'nerds'. So thanks Tech.

It may be forever until I see you, and forever may be a long time but I'm willing to wait for it. I will always be waiting. You means so much more than you think and I hope you realize that. So this is goodbye, but goodbyes aren't forever. Good luck on the war, we will be waiting Mr. Blade.

Yours Truly,

A fan of yours.

#fuck cancer #technoblade #rip technoblade #blood god #thanks big man #technoblade aka dave aka alex #thanks dave #thanks alex

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koinvyokan · 2 years

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what technoblade means to me

this still feels so surreal. its so strange to know that one of the most impactful content creators, and people in general to me has passed away.

i only joined the dream smp/mcyt fandom a year a ago. lore was really daunting to get into, and one of the only reasons i kept up watching old lore was definitely technoblade. watching his doomsday streams and daring escapes from the butcher army made me feel like i was truly watching something cinematic and dramatic in a way that no other lore did. he's the reason i stuck around at first. he's the reason i have this blog and have been able to meet so many great people.

he became the most interesting character and cc to me quickly, his sense of humour just perfectly fit with mine. i binged all his skywars, skyblock, and potato war videos. like i got home from school and only watched techno videos till i went to sleep it was actually a problem to my schoolwork at a point. i watched his old smp earth vods and minecraft monday tournaments. i was so consumed that a non mcyt irl knew enough about techno to buy me a pig plushie for christmas (of course named techno). here's some techno plush content to hopefully make you smile

my mental health took a big dive from it's already kinda shit starting point around november 2021 and up until recently. one day, the one year anniversary of my friend's suicide, the only thing that made me smile a little bit and took my mind off of things was rewatching techno's potato war videos. i will always remember that. i suffered from a lot of insomnia in that period, and for a very long time the only way i could reliably go to sleep was putting on a long techno stream and waiting. it always worked. he was my healthy coping mechanism. it sounds like a joke or something, saying 'i watched technoblade just to feel something' but yeah, i did and i still do. i know that his videos or streams will make me laugh, or put me in awe and appreciation of his skill and dedication, or that i will be transported to a story where this decked out giant pig guy singlehandedly takes on the world and always wins. his content has served as such an important escape for me, i would have been so much more miserable without him. im so so thankful. i hope he understood even a fraction of the impact he had. techno accompanied me through my darkest times, he was joy for me.

the passion that this man had for everything he did was immense, his dedication inspires me to this day. his skill was unmatched because of that, and i will always consider him the greatest of all time at the craft. he displayed such kindness towards his friends and fans alike, i try to treat my friends how he treated his. his wit and humour brought life to everything he did. he managed to make hundreds of bedwars and skywars rounds each be interesting and memorable thanks to the strength of his personality. also he murdered orphans. an all around great guy.

god when i saw that notification. i saw 'so long nerds' and immediately my mind was jumping to conclusions. oh, so he was taking a break from youtube. maybe he had to go through with the amputation after all and couldn't continue with minecraft. i didnt even consider the reality as an option. when his dad started to speak my heart dropped to the floor. my love is going out to his family and his friends, what theyre going through is just horrible and it must be exacerbated by having to go through it so publicly. techno deserved a long and happy life, but it gives me comfort and i hope it does for everyone that he said he would choose to be technoblade all over again.

i really dont know if there is anything after this life, but i believe that the people we love stay with us and it is our duty to keep them alive in our memory. i also know that it is necessary for a while, but unhealthy to wallow in the grief. this is sad. this is terrible. but techno brought so much joy, and i just want to remember that. its gonna be a challenge to get to that point, but he deserves to be remembered like that. for you the world, techno.

#dont rb #also i changed the url back he deserves it

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hollenka99 · 1 year

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I posted 8,132 times in 2022

318 posts created (4%)

7,814 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

i-maybe-exist

habeascorpseus

yb-cringe

rozugold

meowjoy

I tagged 6,020 of my posts in 2022

Only 26% of my posts had no tags

#long post - 1,230 posts

#mcyt - 1,212 posts

#dream smp - 939 posts

#wilbur soot - 857 posts

#tommyinnit - 462 posts

#mcc - 267 posts

#dream smp spoilers - 229 posts

#dracula daily - 209 posts

#dracula - 207 posts

#markiplier - 176 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#like in both that fic and mine there's still zombies around but they're in the background not close enough to the characters to be a threat

My Top Posts in 2022:

Love wins! The team that were on a double date won this month's event!

239 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

Oldiplier is the epitome of "Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance! But not for me." and I love him for it.

692 notes - Posted April 4, 2022

I love watching Wilbur's pov this mcc because I see someone in a yellow sweater run past and I'll be like "Oh there goes Wilbur! And Wilbur. ...And Wilbur. Wait."

1,599 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

There's something to be said about 50,000 people silently chilling for hours as a man quietly builds a monument to honour his friend and then the next day 100,000 people listen in as two guys reminisce about the good and the bittersweet memories they have of that same friend.

Technoblade loved both us and his friends. In the past 48 hours, it's become unavoidably evident just how much we and those friends loved him right back.

Techno himself might not be able to see it but those who cared about him, whether personally or as a fan, can and are able to see it in his stead. So I'm glad there's so much love for him going around for everyone to witness.

3,117 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It's beginning to look a lot like Almost Christmas

4,118 notes - Posted December 24, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#year in review #long post #part of me is sad that the one about remembering Techno isn't my top post anymore #but I think Techno would find it funny that a meme got 1000 more notes at the last moment

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gregolwman · 2 years

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"Yeah? Well, my god has a hammer!" - Nick Fury , Secret Invasion

Kept you waiting , huh ? I know , I know . Not exactly endearing myself to the anyone , but that's fine . Still it has been a few days since my last incoherent essay regarding whatever topic wormed itself into my brain . So ladies and germs , I came today to rectify that situation . Before that , let's hear a word from our public relations department . As a disclaimer , I do not make this post regarding Technoblade as a means to gain attention , this blog exists just for shit posting ideas and my own personal opinions and today's topic is regarding him . Personally , I believe in the idea that as fans , we should strive to keep Alex's dream even after his tragic death in June and this is my contribution to that effort . If you don't like it , don't buy it . That is all . Now back to the show .

So a couple of days ago , I was reading through a couple of Thor comics and eventually I make my way to Jason Aaron's work , specifically his run of the Mighty Thor when Jane Foster was the one wielding the hammer . At some point I get to the War Thor business , when Volstagg picked up the displaced hammer of Ultimate Comics Thor and became the God of the Bloodstorm , then my mental gears start churning . Out of curiosity I started looking for the character's concept art and then it all made sense . For those of you not convinced or too unmotivated to open your search engine of choice , here is a photo of the design .

To me at least it kinda screamed Technoblade , but then I started thinking to myself what could be done to this design in order to make it into a fitting tribute to the Blood God . Now , I am not an artist nor do I claim I can draw anything even remotely to the level needed to do both the original design and the idea I have in my head any justice , so I will also add some bits and pieces that came out as close as possible to what I intended .

Obviously I went for the Pigglin Technoblade since that's the one that the version of the titular character that I personally enjoy . What isn't quite obvious however to the casual reader is the weird robot arm sketch . This is my attempt to immortalise Alex's struggle against cancer , something many people this day and age have to deal it . It was mentioned that he would have been amputated if the doctors didn't find an alternative treatment plan and it seemed like something that I needed to add . It is just my personal preference and if people want to not avoid it , then I have nothing against them since I understand it might be a sensitive topic . Anyways , I also used a hoofed hand design in order to lean into the hog design and I added the small horns from Old King Thor's helmet design in order to represent Technoblade's crown .

Normally , I would have avoided posting this whole affair if not for one key detail . Today some representatives from the Foundation Kika came by my housing complex and they went door by door in order to convince people to sign up for a charity event that was happening tonight . It is meant to fund the continued efforts of combating cancer in children . The fact that these kids have to go through such ordeals and the very likely possibility that they might not make it even to their twenties just made me decide to push my inhibitions aside and write this . Screw cancer . What better way to celebrate Technoblade's existence than to dedicate my idea today to a noble cause . I am doing my part . If you are curious , I also added a hyperlink to their site , where details regarding next year's charity marathon are explained . Fair warning , the site is in Dutch , as such you should probably keep Google Translate nearby .

Anyways , to end this sales pitch , I am willing to part with the idea in the hopes that someone , someday will create something worthy out of my ramblings . Today's offer is on the house . Cheers .

This has been Greg for Owlman's Previously Owned Ideas . We do not advise you to post all your secrets on a Tumblr post , you fool , you moron . We also do no refunds .

#technoblade #fanart #sorry for the tmi #fuck cancer #ramblings

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ze-maki-nin · 2 years

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Child in the Snow

Pairing[s]: Platonic!Technoblade x Gn!Child!Hybrid!Reader

Idea: You aint getting a spoiler! This is for @dreamwvrld event ^^

Warning[s]: Snow Storms [?], Hypothermia, caps [the voices lol], slight swearing, and blood mentioned. Pls tell me if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1.3k+ [wow thats a lot]

A/n: Enjoy ^^ [Your eyes are a certain color cause of the hybrid thing]

•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. ˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. ˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.

Pained groans and muffled curses could be faintly heard in the harsh snow storm outside, causing Techno to look out the frosted window curiously.

‘Who or what could be out in this type of weather?’ He thought, standing up carefully from his spot in his armchair near the fire, and headed closer to the window to get a better look, ax in hand just in case.

As he looked around through the strong winds of snow, eyes squinted to try and see better, he spotted a dark, blurry figure, trudging through the snow carrying something in their hand, the other one blending in with their body.

“What are they doing out there?” Techno mumbled to himself, rubbing his chin in thought as he continued to stare at the slowly growing figure in curiosity. Should he help them? I mean he could just not go through the trouble of going out there.

As the piglin hybrid contemplated the pros and cons, the voices added their opinion about what he should do, which started giving him a headache.

‘LETS KILL THEM’

‘BUT IT'S SO COLD OUTSIDE’

‘EEEEEEEEEEEE’

‘WHY NOT HELP?’

‘YA! THEY COULD GIVE US SOMETHING’

‘MAYBE THEY KNOW SOMETHING’

‘WHAT IF THEY'RE AN ORPHAN??’

‘THEN WE KILL!!’

‘YA!’

‘BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!’

‘EEEEEEEEEEEE’

‘Man that last voice is so annoying, it's so obsessed with the letter ‘E’ for some reason, and it always makes the others join in as well’ The pink haired male thought, a tick mark appearing on his forehead as the voices started spamming ‘EEEEEEEE’ over and over again. ‘Now I have a goddamn headache’

As Techno continued to think about the situation at hand, and eventually getting distracted by ‘chat’ as he called them, seeing as they were giving him a huge headache, he didn't notice the figure slowly getting larger by the minute. Leaning his ax against the wall, Techno began rubbing his temples to try and soothe the headache the ‘chat’ has given him.

“I swear to XD-”

A weak knock interrupted him, causing him to tense up and go on alert, the ‘chat’ screaming that it could be ‘them’ as they've dubbed the dark figure.

Wait

The dark figure-

Looking out the window frantically, Techno began searching for the figure, and silently cursed himself for being so ignorant when he saw nothing. Which now meant the figure was at his cabin door.

“Damn it.” Techno cursed, picking up his ax once more and rested it on his shoulder, wanting to intimidate whoever or whatever was at the door waiting for him. “Now I have to help them” Grumbling to himself, the piglin made his way to the door, ready to face this figure he saw wandering in the middle of a snow storm.

As the cabin door creaked open, the harsh cold wind almost knocked the large male off his feet and the snow blew into his warm cabin, making him annoyed. Looking around he didn't see anyone, making him on edge, his guard up high as he didn't have any of his armor on.

Just as Techno was about to go back into the warm house, he felt a weak tug from the bottom of his cape, making him flinch back in surprise and look down, ax pointed towards the source of the tug. “What the?” The male whispered to himself, eyes narrowing at the small, dirty and blooded body that was laying on the ground, shivering.

Crouching down to get a better look at the body, Techno noticed small, ragged breaths fanning out in the bodys blue lips. A sigh left his own lips as he carefully picked up the small child in his arms, not caring how dirty his clothes got from them.

“How troublesome” The pink haired maled mumbled, shutting the door behind him with his foot with little trouble, and walked further into the cabin, closer to the fire to try and warm up the child. Setting the child close enough to the fire to warm them up, not too close to accidentally hurt them, Techno walked around the cabin collecting things such as blankets, food, water, and his communicator.

Once the child was surrounded by blankets, their head resting on a pillow he had gotten from his own bed, Techno sat back down on his armchair, picking up the mythological book up off the end table next to him and began where he left off. He was going to text Phil but decided against it, not wanting to bother the old man and possibly wake him up from his much needed sleep.

As the sun rose over the snowy forest, the warmth of its rays waking up the sleeping animals, snow softly fell from the sky, the blizzard now over. A couple of crows flew over the trees, something shiny in one of their beaks, and they were flying towards a familiar cabin.

In the cabin sat Technoblade in his red armchair, a stack of books on the floor next to the chair, and another one in his hands. It seems that he had not slept at all the previous night, either too engrossed in the books to actually notice the time passing or he was worried about the small, now warmed up child that was laying in front of the fire.

As Technos eyes skimmed across the pages, his pig ears twitching every once in a while, he heard a quiet pained groan come from the pile of blankets. Looking up from his book, he saw the child sitting up with the blankets hanging off their small figure, their back to him.

“Hey kid” He called out to them, making the kid whip around quickly, their eyes wide with fear and urgency. “Calm down, Im not gonna hurt you” Techno stated, closing his book, showing the child the title which was ‘How to care for a Child’, causing them to calm down a bit.

Cautiously looking away from the muscular male in front of them, the small being began looking around the cozy unknown place they were in, curiosity filling their pale blue eyes.

As the child was looking around, Techno just observed them, their appearance was interesting to say the least. They had large antlers growing out of the top of their head, accessories handing off of them, pale blue, almost white, eyes, almost as if they were blind, sharp canines that bertrude just a bit out of their mouth, and a sharp, dirty bone tail that's wrapped around their waist, almost like it was protecting them.

“Hmmm” Techno hummed, leaning his head on his hand, trying to figure out what kind of hybrid this child was. “What's your name, squirt?” The child looked at him, setting their hands on their legs, which were now crossed.

“Y-Y/n” They stuttered, their voice quiet and fear filled as they fiddled with their bone tail, which was gently placed in their lap. “Who-Who are you?” Y/n asked, looking up at the large male who stared down at them.

“Im Technoblade” The pigling hybrid stated plainly, not once looking away from the curious child as they shuffled nervously under his burning gaze, obviously uncomfortable. “Sorry. Bad habit” Standing up from the chair, Techno stretched his arms over his head and yawned, his tail swishing side to side every now and then.

Walking towards the small kitchen Phil had built him, Techno left the child on their own accord, not caring if they left, stayed, got into things etc. They looked old enough to care for themselves anyways, why should he do it?

Might do a part two! Who knows ^^

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stormy-skies-falling · 2 years

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Hiii, can you do cc!SBI (+Tubbo and Ranboo, all platonic) meeting up with Reader for the first time for Twitchcon? And a little bit about their adventures together in the US? (Reader's around Wilbur's age and bonus if she isn't from the US and it's her first time there. She/her pronouns, and sorry if it's too long! ;-;)

𝕊𝔹𝕀 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕠.

about: Philza Minecraft, Technoblade, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, and Ranboo

warning(s): swearing, Thanos, general shenanigans

pronouns: none specified

word count: 3.3k

note: Yes I can and I did! This was incredibly fun to write so thank you for that! Enjoy! Kisses! <3

“Alright chat, welp, this’ll be the last time you see me until Twitchc—”

“FUCK YEAH! TWITCHCOOOOOON! YEEAAHHHH!” Tommy and Tubbo interrupt, getting increasingly riled up. I’m not sure how these kids haven't exploded with excitement yet.

After being a Twitch Partner for around three years now, I have decided that I would finally make the trip over to San Diego, California and go to Twitchcon. I was a little wary at first—not a big fan of being away from home for too long, let alone in another country—so in a moment of need I decided to consult some...advice. Philza Minecraft.

I have known Phil for almost as long as I have been streaming— around two years— and because of that, I have gotten the chance to know the rest of the peanut gallery (“the brothers” and “neighbor’s kids”). Nevertheless, the seven of us have grown into quite the family: always streaming with one another, talking outside or outside of streaming, just found-family stuff… except for meeting up in person.

The one thing I never got the chance to do. Everytime we had one planned, something always came up and I never got the chance to meet up with them. It was quite discouraging. Until, one evening, I was on call with Wilbur— just chatting, nothing really special— when in a fleeting moment he mentioned Twitchcon.

FLASHBACK:

“Oh yeah, just a little fyi, you’re going to Twitchcon this year.” Wilbur says, making me look up from my phone to my computer that’s displaying the Discord video call.

“And why would I be going to Twitchcon this year?”

“Because I bought you a ticket.” Wilbur states, giving me that ‘duh’ face.

I stare at the screen for a minute, trying to process the words that just came out my best friend’s mouth.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m going too. Same with Tommy—”

“Wait! You’re going too?!”

“—and Tubbo and Phil—”

“pHIL AND TUBBO?!”

“—and Ranboo and Techno—”

“WE’RE ALL GOING?!”

“Yeah I just said that.”

Falling out of my chair, I run around my room, just plain freaking out. It’ll be my first time meeting these people who have changed my life for the better— in person— and we’ll be all together at once.

At some point during my freakout Tommy must have joined, because by the time I sobered up, Tommy was freaking out harder than I was.

As it turns out, the only people who didn’t know about the whole ordeal were Tommy and I and Will— as ever clever— thought “let’s kill two birds with one call.”

“Oh I bought your plane ticket as well—”

“Will!”

“What, I figured it’d be easier. Plus! It means that you owe me! It’s a win-win for me!” He trails off with Tommy still screaming in the background.

“How would that be a win-win for you, do you know how expensive plane tickets are?”

“It’s a win-win for me, because one:” —his counts on his finger— “I get to finally meet you—”

“Awe—”

“—and two:”—he counts a second finger after shooting me a glare— “plane tickets are expensive so that means you’ll probably pay me back in some way.”

“PHIL JUST TOLD ME WE’RE GONNA GO TO DISNEYLAND!” Tommy yells. “I’M GONNA MEET A PRINCESS!”

FLASHBACK ENDS

After ending the stream, I stay on call with the SBI and Co., finishing up the little packing I had to do. Taking my suitcase and parking it right outside my bedroom door, I walk back over to my computer to hear Tubbo absolutely losing his shit.

“What happened?” I ask, trying to get a better view of Tubbo’s background.

“Tommy tripped over his charger and face planted.” Ranboo says matter-a-factly jabbing his thumb over his shoulder.

I looked to where he was pointing to see Tubbo, standing over a grief-stricken Tommy, bent over with laughter. After a thirty seconds or so you could see Tommy blindly swinging his arm around and in the process hitting Tubbo in the crotch, causing him to hit the ground with a loud thud.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be living with those buffoons for two weeks straight.” I say with feigned annoyance.

“Yeah, well I have to live with the one and the other just won’t leave.” Ranboo comments, gaining a laugh out of everyone in the call besides the Clingy Duo™.

“Oh Y/n,” Phil starts, catching my attention. “By the time you get to the house, the rest of us will already be at the convention—”

“Phill’s got a panel, just in case you didn’t know.” Techno interrupts (it may or may not have been mentioned a few times… by Tommy).

“—So you can just drop your stuff off and head over.”

“I’m driving down from San Francisco so I’ll just leave my car at the Airbnb and you can just take that to Twitchcon and we’ll take Phil’s rental car.” Techno adds.

“You’re driving? Isn’t that like a ten hour trip?” I ask, confused as to why Techno would ever put himself through that kind of traffic willingly.

“Seven and a half actually, but driving is a lot cheaper than flying and you don’t have to go through security— just a whole bunch of other things.”

“Okay, welp, I better get to bed. My flight leaves early tomorrow, one that I don’t plan on missing.”

“Do you ever plan on missing a flight?” Wilbur asks, getting a glare from me.

“Anyway,” — I roll my eyes — “ my flight will land around noon, so I’ll just meet you guys at Twitchcon.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting to bed?” Wilbur says, receiving another glare from me.

This is going to be a long two weeks.

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Upon my arrival at the Airbnb, I quickly pay the taxi driver and gather my plethora of things. Making my way to the front door of the house and I get the spare key from under the welcome mat.

“Creative.” I mumble to myself while jamming the key into the lock, effectively opening the door.

After shoving my suitcase inside the house and relocking the door, I meandered my way to the side of the house, Techno’s car meeting my line of sight. I get the key from the spot that was directed by Techno, unlock the car and jump in the driver’s seat. The car is exactly like I thought it would be: kinda messy but still in decent condition.

“Alright Y/n, time to go to Twitchcon.” I say to myself, plugging the directions into my phone and putting the car in drive.

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The drive to Twitchcon wasn’t too bad distance wise, the only problem was the San Diego traffic… Now I remember why I never go out. The walk in was frankly worse: the amount of people and their families was absolutely insane; people pressed together shoulder-to-shoulder, not much room to breathe.The entire place looked like a beehive bustling with people.

“OMG aren’t you famous twitch streamer (s/n)?!” A voice says behind me, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Yes I…” The words die in my throat as I fully turn around, eye level to the chest of my best friend.

I slowly look up to meeting the grinning face of the one-and-only, Wilbur Soot.

“You’re a lot shorter than I thought you’d be.” He says, earning him a glare.

“We’ve met in person for like five seconds and you’re already commenting about height.” I state, crossing my arms.

“It’s all part of my charm.” Wilbur laughs, pulling me into a bear hug, successfully crushing our bodies against one another.

Meeting Wilbur is something I’ve been planning on doing since we first met each other, last year. We just clicked so fast and created such a bond that needed to be experienced in person. From the day we were first introduced to now, the friendship that has been built is something that’ll last a lifetime— the same as all the others I’ve made with the SBI and Co. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I am thrown out of my thoughts by Wilbur brushing his thumb under my eye.

“Is the lil one crying?” Wilbur says, making me push him away.

“Yes, I am now deal with it. Crying is a normal thing that helps regulate strong emotions—”

“I’m only messing with you. You know if we weren’t surrounded by thousands of people I would be sobbing right now.” He laughs, eyes looking shiny.

“WILBUR!” I hear someone who sounds an awful lot like Mr. Tommyinnit call, making both Wilbur and I turn our focus toward the sound. Yep. It’s Tommy. “WILBUR S— Y/N” Tommy interrupts himself and tackles me into a hug.

“Hey Tommy!” I say hugging him back before he abruptly pushes himself off of me, brushing himself off and clearing his throat.

"I-I mean, hey Y/n.”

“You’re such a dork, Tommy.” I say, earning an eye roll from Tommy and one of those I’m-trying-not-to-smile-but-I’m-so-excited-to-see-you-but-I-want-to-look-cool-in-front-of-all-these-people-so-just-go-with-it looks.

“Oh! I have to take you to everyone else!” Tommy exclaims and pulls me by the arm in the direction he came from, forgetting his previous little thing.

We walk for a little while, getting stopped frequently by fans, it is Twitchcon after all. But after a minute or so I notice the crowd go from an average level to a single, tall outlier: Ranboo, my beloved. Picking up my pace, I start to drag Wilbur and Tommy behind me, too excited to meet the rest of the group to slow down.

Phil, Techno, Tubbo, and Ranboo are surrounded by a decently sized group that surrounds them and are asking questions and for pictures. For a little bit of a dramatic effect, I squeeze myself and the 2/3 of The Brothers™ to the front of the group and listen to what is being asked and answered. The 4/6 of the SBI and Co. still haven’t noticed us yet, so I wait for a pause in the questions before I speak up.

“When are you guys and (s/n) finally going to meet up?” I ask, making the four guys' heads shoot towards the direction of my voice. “I hear you guys are meeting up soon.” I say, a smile making its way onto my face.

“OH MY GOSH NO WAY!” Tubbo yells, breaking out of his initial shock and sprinting towards me, tackling me in a hug.

The force of the hug ends up swinging us around so hard, we both lose our balance and crumple to the ground in a heap of giggles and tears. The rest of the group along with Wilbur and Tommy break out of their trance and make their way over to us and join us on a pile on the floor.

The overwhelming sense of joy I feel and the amount of joy radiating off my family is something I’ll remember forever. From the very moment Wilbur first found me like five minutes ago, to getting hugged by Tommy, to finding the rest of the group and getting tackled to the ground by Tubbo, to being on the ground surrounded by the people who have changed my life forever is something that happens once in a lifetime if you’re lucky.

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After the group and I settled down and remembered that we were surrounded by fans, we took a bunch of photos and practically had our own little meet and greet. Not too long after, Phil had to separate from the group and go to his own panel: one The Brother’s™, the Bee Duo, and I hung out around for a while until we were shooed away by Phil to do our own thing. Big mistake.

I believe that Phil failed to realize that he is like the father of the group, keeping the rest of us out of trouble. From time to time, Wilbur or Techno stepped up as the “older person” figure, but that was before we all met up in person. Now, we were just a group of friends about to get into some shit.

“So, the plan is to see which one of us can get the most desturbed reaction out of the person we’re messing with.” I start and we situate ourselves behind Phil’s panel.

“Right, but do not physically hurt someone. Just—”

“Confuse, don't abuse.” I interrupt Wilbur, causing him to look at me.

“Right. Confuse, don’t abuse.”

“Now if anyone recognises you— and they will— don’t break character.” Techno says, pointing his finger at all of us. “Just keep going, take a picture at least, but just keep going.”

“But what if they ask us questions?” Tubbo asks.

“Did you not just hear him? You stay in character.” Tommy says with a joking scoff.

“Should we pair up to make it a team thing, or split up to cover more ground.” asks Ranboo.

“I think we could do pairs. Be able to do more that way.” I say.

Pairs end up being matched as follows: Tommy and Wilbur, Tubbo and myself, and lastly Techno and Ranboo . After getting in our pairs, we all break apart, agreeing to meet up behind Phil’s booth within two hours.

Tubbo and I make our way towards the entrance, quietly deciding which things we can do to mess with people. Thank goodness for Reddit, because as soon as we couldn’t figure out enough things to do, Reddit came to the rescue. It happened at the perfect times too. For example…

“Okay, so I guess you just make conversation with someone and then just give them a random item and they’ll hold it.” I say after reading the one of the examples.

“Seems simple enough.” Tubbo states, taking off his backpack to then reach in and grab a notepad out of it.

“Why do you have a notepad?”

“That’s a great question, but it sure worked out didn’t it?” Tubbo replies right as someone walks up to the both of us, asking for a picture.

“Hi, you’re um, you’re Tubbo and (s/n) right?” The girl asks, twiddling with her hands.

“Indeed we are!” I say. “Would you like a picture?”

“Yeah, that would be great, thank you!” She says, talking out her phone and opening the camera app.

After snapping a selfie with her, Tubbo, and myself I give her back her phone.

“Thank you guys so much, it’s really awesome to meet you both! I’m Claryssa by the way” She says.

“It’s nice to meet you, Claryssa, and likewise! It’s really nice meeting fans, I do have to say that it’s one of my favorite things about being a streamer!” Tubbo explains.

“I feel the same way as Tubbo, it’s just one of those things that can come along with being a streamer, it’s really nice.” I say, subtly nudging Tubbo, indicating to start the plan.

“Yeah, you guys are really fun to watch, especially when you guys do those Jackbox streams.” — Tubbo hands her the notepad and she takes it.— “They’re some of my favorites.

“Those were always fun.” I nod, thinking back to the memories. I turn to Tubbo “We need to do those again.” —he nods and I look back to the girl to see her staring at the notepad in confusion. It takes everything in me not to burst out laughing then and there. — “Thank you for reminding me about those.”

“Y-yeah, no problem.” Claryssa says, focused on the notepad in her hands.

“Welp, we have to get going, but it was really nice to meet you Caryssa.” I say as Tubbo and I begin to walk away.

Finally out of sight, Tubbo and I break down laughing to the point where we’re both hunched over wheezing.

“I see why— phff, you said conf-fuse don’t abus-se.” Tubbo said, trying to talk through his laugh.

“I kn-know—” A laugh interrupts my thought. “Isn’t it s-so m-much better when they’re j-just standing there in confusion?! I mean, it’s—” a loud tea kettle wheeze escapes my mouth bringing me to my knees.

By my one-hit-K.O. wheeze bringing me to the floor, this made Tubbo laugh even harder, bringing him down as well. With both of us on the ground rolling around in our hysteria, this causes many people passing by to look at us, confused, gaining us another point for just basking in the stupidity that is our shenanigans: funny or not.

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By the time the two hours were up, Tubbo and I have managed to get ourselves twenty-three points by doing a variety of things (playing UNO in the elevator with a desk and chairs that we may or may not have stolen from Phil, walking up to people and going “I don’t speak English” and then walking away, saying “hi my name is Jason with a ‘b’ and when they said that there’s no ‘b’ in Jason we would go “exactly”, getting a hot dog from the food court and tying it to a string and proceed to drag it behind us, among other things).

Getting back to the meeting spot, Wilbur, Tommy, Techno, and Ranboo were already there.

“How many?” Wilbur asks us, ready to see who won.

“Twenty-three. You guys?” Tubbo answered, quite proud of our feat.

This answer was apparently shocking to the rest of the group, because they’re jaws dropped at the number.

“TWENTY-THREE? WE ONLY GOT SEVEN!” Tommy says, now visibly annoyed that he lost. Too bad.

“Yeah, because you would never listen to any of my suggestions.” Wilbur says. “You would just act weird around grown adults and instead of being confused they were just annoyed.”

“Well it was funny to me!” Tommy tries to defend himself.

“It’s okay, Tommy, not everyone can be funny.” Ranboo says, earning him a glare and grumble from Tommy.

“We at least got seventeen.” Techno adds.

“And a Thanos bathing suit.” Ranboo says, holding up said bathing suit, basking us in all its glory.

“We should give that to Phil and see what he does.”I say.

“Oh we’re definitely giving it to him.” Ranboo says, resituating the bathing suit in his arms.

“Is he done yet?” Tubbo asks, peeking around the corner of the booth. “Looks like he just finished his last meet and greet.

Shortly after Tubbo asks and answers his own question, Philza comes around to the back of the booth, looking quite worn out.

“Hey Phil!” I say making him look towards me and give a slight wave. “How was the panel?”

“Oh it was pretty good. Met a lot of people and I mean a lot.”

“That’s nice.” — I nod my head.— “Ranboo and Techno have a little surprise for you.”

“It’s just a lil something-something we happened upon.” Ranboo says as we try to keep our giggles in.

Phil looks at us suspiciously before bringing his attention back to Ranboo. For dramatic effect, Ranboo turns around, his body sheltering the bathing suit so he can properly get it in his hands without Phil seeing. Properly situating the bathing suit for the perfect showing angle, Ranboo clears his throat and Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur, and I drum our hands on our thighs creating that perfect sound to set the tone; while Techno stands next to Ranboo with his arms crossed, looking slightly embarrassed to be seen with us.

With a gracious spin, Ranboo turns around and feasts Phil’s eyes upon what must be the greatest gift of the century.

“Ta-da!” We all announce, gesturing our arms towards the magnificent clothing item with shit-eating grins on our faces.

Phil looks at the bathing suit, then back at us, then at the suit, then back at us, then bursts out laughing.

“Of course it would be you shits that would find this!” He laughs, not at all surprised.

“Technically it wasn’t us, a fan gave it to us and we thought that you’d like it better.” Techno says, gesturing at the bathing suit.

“Oh it’s something alright” Phil notes with a shake of his head. “Well besides that fact, I’m starving.”

“Techno you hear the king.” Tommy says. “What’s a good American place to eat at 11 p.m?”

“Hmm…” Techno trails off, thinking. After a moment his face lights up. “You guys ever heard of Denny’s?”

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