Late Night MCYT Thoughts

This is incredible dialogue

“Why the fuck did you raise me from the dead?!” Tommy yells.

“I was trying to bring back my pet fish!” Wilbur yells as well.

“Then why did you test out necromancy in a graveyard?”

“I’m guessing ‘for the aesthetic’ wouldn’t be an acceptable answer,” Wilbur sheepishly says.

“No it would not fucking be!”

Props to the writer, I haven’t read it but it’s worth a shout

Fic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38323207

“Psych, get wrecked nerds. Buy my merch”

TikTok clips of manhunts introduced me to this fandom, Technoblade made me a part of it.

He was the first SBI member that I invested in, the first one that made me realize just how much a 20 minute video would change the course of my day.

I am still processing, as I am sure we all are, I just wanted to give him my posthumous thanks.

Thank you Techno for livening up the past two and a half years of my life, thank you for the laughs, thank you for the smiles, thank you for the inspiration to dive into my love of writing, thank you for all the people I have met due to these actions.

You will be dearly missed and I don’t know how I am supposed to look my little brother in the eyes and tell him that the YouTuber he loved the most won’t be posting again.

Ranboo felt as though there was a tear in the earth’s crust opening beneath him, a black hole that had opened just to swallow him whole. His shoulders shook with sobs and tears streamed down his face. The water carefully dripped to the ground as if giving an effort to quench the flames that roared, running over his cheeks leaving irritated red streaks where the skin had time to react. His face smoked and pain seared through him but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

His focus was narrowed on the limp form he had cradled in his arms. World be damned, he was stuck in this moment with this pain. The Enderman Hybrid was shaking not only due to his battle for every heaving breath as he fought through tears, panic, and shock, but also from an uncontrollable and spontanious fear. Fear not for himself sitting in the midst of a burning city square but for the boy who lay dying in his arms due to Ranboo’s mistakes.

His best friend…

Or: