#ethoboo

Anyways, 19-year-old divorcee Ranboo shows up to MCC 33, he competes, has fun with friends, then gets invited to the afterparty at some club or bar on the server (they forgot the name).

They arrive, enjoy the music, dance or catch up with other people they haven't seen in a while, then get completely wasted because hey, it's a Saturday night, they can afford to deal with the hangover in the morning (Tubbo, Tommy, Jack, and Beky are going to have even worse ones than him, he snickers to himself, recalling the Pink Parrots’ drunken antics throughout the competition).

Around an hour before the bar/club/whatever closes Ranboo figures they might as well take a break and try to sober up a little before heading home (server hopping while drunk isn’t exactly dangerous, per say, but it definitely won’t help with the light nausea or headaches that tend to arise from such trips) so they head out the side exit into the alleyway, hoping fresh air and some relative quiet will help them more than the loud music and stuffy, enclosed space would.

And well, Ranboo knew that there was a reason that this MCC was different, special, even, and it had something to do with a certain hermit joining the event for the first and only time. They’ve seen the quiet awe and fangirling from even their fellow competitors as they tried to take pictures or say hello to the famed redstoner in between events.

(And even if Ranboo Didn't know about the Hermit from this MCC or from their overlapping social circles, Tubbo made sure that Ranboo was More than familiar about the man back during their New L’manburg and Showchester days, eyes lit up and rambling enthusiastically about clocks and hoppers and other redstone jargon that Ranboo tried but was never quite able to follow. It was cute, very cute at the time, and definitely one of the many reasons that Ranboo fell for him back then.)

With all of that, however, Ranboo was definitely surprised when they found Etho, leaning against the wall in the same alleyway they had escaped to.

The two of them introduce themselves, and make some small talk to pass the time, albeit a little awkwardly as introverts are known to do.

At some point Ranboo mentions his son, and a curious Etho asks for their age.

“I-I’m 19.” he stammers, hoping that Etho doesn’t judge him for being a teen parent or acts weird about it.

Etho hums for a bit, thinking about it, before taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

“You know... when I first got my keyboard, you were just a baby, isn't that weird?” he says, before taking a drag out of his cigarette.

And it's at that moment, the soft red glow of the cigarette bathing the space between them in warm light, that Ranboo realizes three things:

Redstone cigarettes are apparently a thing, and man that's kinda cool. Weird, but cool.

Etho looks really hot right now, with his piercings reflecting off the red light of the smoke, his jacket shrugged off in the warm August air to reveal his bare shoulders and tank top, and the way his red eye glows brighter with the new intake of redstone in his system, giving him a look that’s almost electrifying-

and 3. Ranboo may, just possibly, have a thing for older men.

But instead of voicing out any of these thoughts, Ranboo, in the terrible combined states of being really flustered and really, really drunk, so drunk he can barely think straight, blurts out instead:

Hiiiii guys please vote Ethoboo in the @the-mcyt-crackships-brackets for me pretty pls 🥺👉👈

Obligatory disclaimer that I am not an Ethogirl (...yet) and I've never watched any of his videos... but Ethoboo was sooooo appealing I just had to draw it

Tags that inspired this under the cut (ty ESPECIALLY to @tjodity for planning propaganda with me on discord. amazing we found each other queen <3)

I'm so known as the ethoboo guy that PEOPLE ARE FUCKING DREAMING ABOUT TELLING ME ETHOBOO STUFF????? HELP ME??????