#I started this like over a month ago and just finished it while watching mcc

[its-a-scared-rabbit]

Smallishbeans at the Cyberpunk City!

[allywritesforfun]

{Ace} Wilbur Soot x Reader

summary: just a small drabble type of thing in honor of wilbur doing so good in ace race today

pronouns: not mentioned

word count: 808

trigger warnings: swearing, suggested sexual themes?

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This was the first MCC that Wilbur was in that you didn't watch. Work asked you to do some paperwork at home because a co-worker went home sick. You had a hard time saying no, so you agreed just to avoid conflict. At first, you had Wilbur’s stream in the background, but those teenagers sure did have some energy.

This paperwork was gonna take you until dinner, maybe even after. Besides, it will be a fun night to watch the vod with Wilbur and he can do all his fanboying to you. 

You avoided twitter, you knew that seeing updates would lure you into watching. You couldn't let this paperwork take time away from Wilbur, especially on MCC day.

You did manage to get everything done before Wilbur came home, but he already ended his stream. You knew he was on his way or close to packing up. You turned on the tele to pass some time.

The door swung open with force, “Oh my god! What a MCC that was!” 

You looked over your shoulder and saw Wilbur setting his shoes aside. You got off the sofa and made your way over to him, “Went well?”

Wilbur grabbed you by the cheeks and pulled you in for a deep and messy kiss due to how excited he was.

You pulled away, “Wil, Wil, calm down. You can tell me how it went while I start dinner.”

He shook his head and stepped in front of you to keep you from walking away, “We can’t be together anymore, y/n.”

You laughed, “Yeah right. What do you wanna eat?”

Wilbur grabbed your hand and pulled you down to the nearest chair, “I’m serious. I’ve cheated on you.”

You stared back at him, waiting for him to laugh, but he never did. You did your best to make him laugh: innocently looking at him, giving him puppy dog eyes, trying to tickle him, but he wouldn’t break, “Love... you’re serious?”

He sniffed, “I am so sorry, I’m afraid so.”

You rubbed your temples, “It doesn’t make sense. That kiss... and you were gone for five hours playing a fucking block game. When was this?”

He shook his head and turned away from you, “I can’t even look at myself in the  reflection of your beautiful orbs, y/n. I’ve betrayed you, something that can never be forgiven. About an hour and a half ago I was taken on a date and fucked.”

“You fucking-Wil! Don't do that to me ever again. Stop with your jokes, they’re not funny!” You pushed him away from you.

“Love! I am so sorry to tell you this but it was the second best date of my life and I have never been fucked like that before. A roller coaster of emotions, my symphony finally finished. My-”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not in the mood after that bullshit you just pulled. Fucking spit it out.”

Wilbur swooped his way in front of you, quickly pressing his lips to your head, “I was fucked so good by Ace Race. I was in 2nd for a tiny little bit, y/n. Just the tip they gave me, but they didn't let up. They rammed me into 7th place. My best place yet! All of these months of trying to find a way to kill Ace Race, all of these months of pure hatred, is all wasted. Ace Race is my true MCC Soulmate. I was too blinded in envy to realize it. But y/n, I’ve done it! I have finally gotten my date with Ace Race and fucked all the way through.”

You stared at him open-mouthed. It was times like this that you regretted even looking at him the day you met. You sat there in awe, clueless of what to say. Wilbur doesn’t even talk about you this way, “...Good for you...?”

He took your hands and kissed your knuckles on both hands, “Alas, my dear, y/n, our time is up. I have found a new lover. One that will last a decade and counting. Opportunities like this cannot be foreseen. I will not miss my shot. I will take my shot with fingers blazing. This is our last goodbye.” He placed one hand under your chin and gently rubbed it, the other squeezing your hand. He gave you such an emotional kiss that it felt like he was really leaving for a second. You noticed the small patterns that he rubbed in your palm... that spelt... fucking Ace Race, my fucking god.

You pushed him off of you, “Wilbur fucking Soot! You will be sleeping underneath the fucking bed tonight. Now start boiling some fucking water otherwise you will be fucked by something way bigger than Ace Race.”

He laughed and gave you one last kiss, “Of course, darling.” 

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo - how y/n made friends with everyone

this is an extra to the great adventures series

requested: yes/no

warnings: cursing

tommy

you were actually friends with tommy when he was streaming to a few viewers, and you even watched as his channel grew. eventually he asked you to mod for him, as he knew he could trust you and because had experience being a twitch mod. he was also the reason you began streaming. as for how you met, you were in the same classes as him in highschool, and since you were the ‘quiet’ person in the class, they sat tommy next to you. honestly, you hated him when you first met him and the feeling was mutual. you didn’t want to sit next to the rather loud teenager and he had no one to talk to anymore as his friends were on the other side of the room.

“do you ever talk?”

“heh?”

“i said do you ever talk...do you always do that”

“do what”

“that fucking HeH.”

“are you mocking me simons?”

“noooo why would i do that...”

“it’s y/n.”

“right, yeah, yeah, i totally knew that.”

“great now please leave me alone i’m trying to work.”

“loser.”

“the fuck did you just say?”

“nothing.”

it was that moment tommy decided he was going to make you just like him, and a few years later that’s exactly what he did. by year 11 you and tommy had grown extremely close. the last day of school arrived a lot earlier than expected, everyone was extremely stressed, no one knew what to expect or what was going to happen. you found yourself hanging around with tommy a lot more as you had no idea if you would both be going to the same college, in september you received a text message that made your night:

tommy: college sent out emails telling you if you were accepted go check

*2 minutes later*

tommy: well?

y/n: i got accepted

tommy: me too

y/n: call me right now

tommy: i’m about to stream..have you ever considered streaming?

y/n: absolutely not

tommy: make an account and stream after me i’ll raid you..make me mod you know how people can be

once college started up, you were slightly nervous the two of you would drift away from each other. however this was far from the case, although you both did different subjects and he was only in on wednesdays, the pair of you would hang out together a lot more. he would be in your streams and vice versa, you would either be in his tiktoks, or you would be the one filming them.

“y/n make a tiktok we can be mutuals.”

“please god no.”

you spent so much time at his house either talking about random things, playing whatever game you could find, or streaming. he dragged you to every meet up he went on, allowing you to meet people such as niki, phil, and, wilbur. you didn’t know this, but he would constantly bring you up in conversations with dream, which eventually lead to you joining the smp in october where you would later be able to meet the likes of jack, technoblade and jschlatt. the only person you didn’t seem to see on the server was his other friend tubbo.

ranboo

you had become friends with scott after being his first twitch mod and when he noticed you started streaming, he was extremely supportive, always raiding your stream once he ended his. today you found yourself bickering with scott because he wouldn’t let you in mcc despite the fact you were ‘the best minecraft player.’

“y/n, i watched you die in minecraft 7 times last night within 5 minutes.”

“oh i’m sorry mr perfect, let me in mcc.”

“no.”

“fine i’ll make my own.”

and that’s exactly what you did..well you tried your best.

you started your stream as soon as scott ended and had him call you on discord after explaining to your chat what you were about to do.

“scott final chance let me in mcc, i’ll settle for access to the practice server.”

“fine.”

“REALLY?!”

“absolutely not!”

“fuck you, ill be in it one day!”

you left the call telling chat you didn’t need that negative energy in your life.

you really have scott to thank for you making friends with ranboo, scott made a tweet explaining what you were doing on stream which caught ranboos eye.

Smajor1995: after not making it into mcc again my good friend @y/n has decided to take it upon themselves to make their own on stream!! ill also be in the stream (if they answer my calls) *twitch link*

ranboo joined your stream and was instantly met with you yelling at scott (again) to let you in mcc.

“IM YOUR TWITCH MOD!”

“i will ban you from mcc!”

“you don’t have the nerve... so he left the call this is bullshit watch me land this water bucket clutch down this ravine so we can find axolotls and build an army.”

*you died*

you pulled your hood over your face before sinking down your chair taking a deep breath.

“FUCK!”

you calmly got back up and looked into your camera.

“i was so close, so very close.. HEY CHAT SCOTT SENT ME A LINK TO THE SERVER!”

a few minutes later you were able to get onto the server, only to be kicked less than a minute later. the reason you were banned being ‘i watched you fail the water bucket clutch down a ravine.’

you continued your build on your server and just spent the rest of the stream talking about anything that crossed your mind, that was until you decided to copy ace race. once finished, you looked into your camera and pulled your microphone closer to you.

“so this is race ace, so scott doesn’t sue me, and basically it’s going to be this course, but i’m going to change a random section practice it every day, not tell anyone it changed. of course i’m going to tell my team we have to win, oh fuck i forgot scott was watching my stream..it’s okay he didn’t hear me he’s too busy planning how he can rig the next mcc.”

ranboo found himself enjoying your content and even noticed you in his chat multiple times.

“just a minute chat i’m just sending an important dm to my mods.”

that’s when you noticed chat paused for a minute after you sent a message, it confused you for a minute before realising ranboo made you a vip on his channel and you decided to do the same for him on your channel, from there you added each other on discord. the pair of you made friends extremely quickly, you were constantly part of his streams as you would call him on discord not realising that he was streaming.

“hi y/n, by the way i’m streaming”

“i just wanted to ask if you knew how to break into a house?”

“....why”

“i locked myself out by accident and my parents are asleep come help me.”

“you are in the uk.”

“okay? catch a flight.”

chat honestly loved you and your friendship with ranboo. the pair of you only met a few weeks ago and you were already acting as though you had known each other for years.

jack

you and jack met for the first time on the smp, which would have been fine, however you met during lore and your characters weren’t exactly the best of friends. once lore had ended, everyone said their goodbyes and left the call. a few moments later you received a discord message from jack asking if you were available to call any time soon. since you were back in lockdown, you had plenty of free time. you arranged a time and date a few days later you called jack, where you had your first proper interaction out of character.

“hello jack!!”

“oh hi y/n i just thought it may be a good idea to get to know each other, well you know considering we’re both on the dream smp.”

“yeah, yeah, i understand what you mean.”

the pair of you ended up getting along with each other, it was slightly awkward for the first 5 minutes of the call, but that was expected since you hadn’t really met jack before and were anxious to call him. however, after that the conversation started to flow and you found out the pair of you had a lot in common making it easy to come up with things to talk about. it ended up feeling as though you were catching up with a friend you hadn’t spoken to for a while.

“has anyone told you your accent is really strong.”

“so is yours, y/n, what the fuck is that supposed to mean.”

“it means your accent is strong, duh.”

jack asked if you’d like to stay in call and join him on the smp whilst he streamed, and you gladly accepted the offer as you really didn’t want to do your college work, and you were enjoying your time with him. a few minutes into the stream jack had killed you several times.

“JACK STOP KILLING ME!”

rather than answering you he just sat laughing. he then went on to attempt to mute him microphone, he failed. however he didn’t realise this, so you sat listening to his plan on how he was going to kill you again. this time you were prepared, you sent a message to tommy telling him to log on along with your location. few minutes later tommy was by your side and helped you kill jack several times for revenge.

“Y/N...TOMMY!!”

“you didn’t mute your mic, so i told tommy you were bullying me.”

“im gonna go...BYE JACK, BYE Y/N, ILL SEE YOU SOON!”

“i can’t believe you.”

“hey you’re the one who didn’t turn your mic off.”

“how did you know?”

“i had your stream on my other monitor.”

“ayeee you watch my streams?”

“...i’ve been a sub for 4 months.”

the two of you stayed chatting and playing for another hour. the pair of you were already so close and you had only met each other the other day. this was just the start of your friendship, soon enough you were in a laugh and the stream ends challenge on his stream, however due to lockdown rules this was done over discord leading to you accidentally leaving the call several times.

“and they’re gone again!”

*4 minutes later*

“SORRY JACK IM BACK!”

“stop leaving y/n!”

“oh i’m sorry, let me just go yell at my wifi to stop cutting out!”

a few seconds later you could be heard faintly in the background screaming at your wifi as it would continue to buffer. as soon as restrictions were over one of the first things you decided to do was go to jacks and stream a laugh you lose where there was a punishment if you were responsible for losing the last heart. however everything was apparently hilarious in person as you would constantly laugh, meaning you were responsible for losing the last heart.

“y/n give me your phone.”

“no.”

“you lost let me tweet from your account”

“fine..”

soon enough your fans and friends with your notifications on received this twitter notification

“y/n: jack is so cool and funny he is also really tall i am not”

tubbo

tubbo was actually the last person you met and made friends with, your community were convinced for some reason that you both didn’t like each other and that’s why the pair of you didn’t talk to each other. this was far from the case you were both waiting for the right time, tubbo was an extremely busy teenager and you didn’t want to interrupt him, and tubbo knew you were currently in a stressful position since you had recently joined the dream smp, also you were still meeting people so he didn’t want to stress you out. this doesn’t mean he didn’t want to be your friend, he actually asked tommy since he had been your friend for at least 4 years what would be the best way of getting to know you.

“mate they hated me when we first met, just talk to them or something. you could have met them the last time i went up to visit you, but they ended up not feeling too good and went back to the hotel room.”

“when are you next coming up?”

“how about next week, and i’ll bring y/n, i really don’t understand why you’re nervous tubbo, it’s y/n they wouldn’t hurt a fly..well hmm.”

“see you next week then!”

a week later tommy dragged you to the train station.

“uh tommy where are we going?”

“...on a train.”

“no way, really? oh my god!”

a few hours later you finally got off the train.

“ill go with my dad to check into the hotel room, do you want to come with us or?”

“i think i’ll go for a walk and stretch my legs.”

“right okay, meet you at the beach later”

you spent a few minutes walking around the beach picking up any rocks and shells that caught your eye, little did you know it would result in you meeting tubbo. once you finished putting your new collection in your pockets you noticed a small crowd of people walk up to someone asking for pictures assuming it was tommy you walked over to the boy, it wasn’t tommy it was in fact tubbo. at first you stayed silent not wanting to really cause attention to yourself. you only spoke up when some people started to make inappropriate comments towards him.

“oh sorry to be a pain guys me and tubbo have plans with tommy in a few minutes, we should go so we’re not late. bye guys.”

you smiled and waved as they walked away. you looked over to tubbo, you could tell he was still pretty anxious about what just happened and honestly if you was in his position, you would react the same way.

“we should probably move from here incase they come back and see you’re still here, are you okay?”

“im feeling better now it’s over..thank you”

“oh it’s no problem i’m, y/n btw.”

“wait you and tommy were still meant to be on the train.”

“the train was actually on time, tommy went to check into the hotel i wanted to stretch my legs, i also wanted to collect some rocks.”

“did you collect enough or did you want more?”

“im not going to say no if you wanna go collect some with me.”

the pair of you walked around keeping each other close incase the people from before returned. half an hour later, the pair of you sat on a bench close to the beach so you could show tubbo everything you decided to pick up, he ended up keeping a rock he liked to have as a memory. tubbo wrapped an arm around you as it was getting cold whilst you watched the sunset.

“tubbo i think tommy forgot about me.”

“you can spend the night at mine, i’ll send him a message to let him know.”

“are you sure?”

“of course!”

“this has to be the most unsafe thing either of us will ever do, we hardly know each other and now i’m staying at yours.”

tommy sent you a message explaining that he didn’t forget, there was a problem at the other hotel and they had to go find another one, but you’ll be fine to stay at tubbos for the night. the pair of you spent the entire night learning as much as you can about the other person. it had only been an evening but you already knew the pair of you would be great friends.

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[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

/spoilers for the latest episodes ((it’s the Joel anon back again, here to share more dumb thoughts.)) It might just be me, but I find it hella sad that Joel tried to burn down the wall and kill Scott just so someone else could feel the same pain he did when he died. like bro there are healthier ways to deal with that trauma, mans needs some hot chocolate and therapy

okay so this actually inspired an idea and i don’t know if it’s good or not but i like how it turned out lol

…

Martyn and Jimmy gaze down at Joel through the glass separating him from them. Jimmy’s expression holds great sadness and worry, while Martyn can only frown as his brain tries to rationalise what just happened.

“So Joel was the one who burned down your wall in the end?” he says after a while. “Did he say why?”

Jimmy nods slowly. “He said he wanted someone else to burn the way he did. He wanted someone else to feel the pain of losing something they worked hard on, the way he did. Martyn, I… I’m really worried about him. This is really far beyond the bloodlust red lifers usually feel.”

Martyn starts to respond but then he hears a familiar voice say his name behind him. He turns to find Grian entering the room, his eyes widening as he registers Joel locked up in a small glass cage. “What happened?”

“Joel went completely feral,” Martyn responds. “He attacked us and almost killed me.”

He pulls down his collar slightly to reveal red welts on his collarbone, as if from a wild animal’s claws.

Grian stares at Joel in shock. “Oh my god…”

None of them can believe that the feral person in front of them is the same person who was competing alongside them in MCC just eight months ago, laughing and joking along with them as they wound their way through the various events.

That Joel is not this Joel. This Joel’s skin is grey, eyes flashing red, teeth bared in an animal-like snarl.

Jimmy kneels down to Joel’s level and places his hand on the glass, gazing sadly at his friend. “Why is he like this? What’s happened to him?”

“I think it might be some kind of glitch or something wrong with his code,” Grian responds slowly, his eyes fixed on Joel, “maybe caused by severe emotions. This is different from the red life bloodlust, this is… This is…”

Martyn glances at him expectantly.

“I have no idea what this is,” Grian finishes helplessly. “He’s gone so far beyond red life bloodlust that I’ve no idea if we can even bring him back.”

“If we figure out what caused it, maybe we can reverse it,” suggests Martyn. “He went crazy with fire first, then he started full-on attacking people. What caused his spree of arson?”

“Cleo burning down his house,” Jimmy says. “That’s it! He needs someone to show him love.”

Before anyone can stop him, Jimmy mines out the front of the cell and climbs inside.

“Jimmy, no!” snaps Martyn. “He’s gonna hurt you!”

Making eye contact with his friend, Jimmy reaches out to hug Joel.

Joel stares at him for a moment with his narrowed, inhuman eyes.

Then Joel lunges to attack.

Jimmy freezes with terror but Grian grabs his wrist and yanks him out the way. At the same moment, Martyn jumps in front of Jimmy and sinks his sword into Joel’s shoulder.

Joel chokes.

“NOOOOOOO!” screams Jimmy.

Martyn hurriedly withdraws his sword and drops it so he can catch Joel as he collapses forward. He carefully lowers Joel to the ground on his back and quickly presses his scarf against Joel’s wound, stopping the bleeding.

“Grian, do you have a healing potion?” Martyn asks urgently.

“Uh-!”

Grian hurriedly digs into his inventory and hands a potion to Martyn, who gently tips Joel’s head back and pours the potion carefully down his throat.

Joel chokes again, but the potion works quickly, and thankfully, his heaving breathing settles back to normal within seconds.

Martyn removes his scarf to find the wound slowly closing. Sighing quietly with relief, he gets to his feet and turns to Grian and Jimmy, who are watching him worriedly.

“It should be okay to leave him here while the potion’s working,” Martyn says. “He’ll be out for a while.”

After quickly patching up the cell, he heads outside into the fresh air and goes down to the river to wash his hands and scarf.

As he’s doing this, Jimmy appears at his side, arms folded. “You didn’t have to stab him.”

“I kinda did, considering he was about to attack and likely kill you,” Martyn responds without looking at him.

“You should have found a different way to stop him,” insists Jimmy. “I would never have asked you to stab him to save me.”

Martyn shoots to his feet and glares at Jimmy, who takes a step back in shock. “Well then I’ll be sure to let him kill you next time while I look for a non-violent way to save your goddamn life,” he growls.

“Wh-Why are you so angry at me?!”

“Because I just had to stab my friend to save your stupid life!” Martyn yells back, all his fear and frustration bubbling over. He jabs his finger back towards Dogwarts. “THAT is not Joel! The real Joel is gone! Buried somewhere, underneath layers and layers of fury and hatred and fear and trauma! He doesn’t care about you; he tried to KILL you! But if you wanna go back in there and attempt to use your naïve positivity to heal him, go for it! You won’t catch me intervening for you again!”

He shoves his scarf back into the river and starts to storm back up the hill.

“I’m sorry,” Jimmy blurts out.

Martyn stops and glances back at him.

“I should have realised that was really hard for you,” continues Jimmy. “And I-I’m really grateful that you saved my life.”

After a moment, Martyn moves closer to him and puts his arm over Jimmy’s shoulder. “I’m sorry too. I know this is hard for you as well. Grian and I will try our best to bring Joel back but… we might not be able to. You know that, right?”

Jimmy nods slowly, tears starting to drip from his eyes. “Y-Yeah. I’m just really scared that we’ll never get him back and it’ll be all our fault. We should have supported him after he lost his home. But we were so focused on our war that we never considered how much he was hurting. I-I should have realised!”

“It’s okay.” Martyn brings Jimmy into a proper hug as his friend cries into his shoulder. “It’s okay.”

But they both know it isn’t really.

[lizardscuddling]

MCC Live!

Earlier this month I had the awesome opportunity to fly to London to see my favorite band, MCC. It was their first show in nearly a decade, but you couldn’t tell. Both nights the atmosphere was charged with nervous and exciting energy—both the audience and the band were more than thrilled to be there. Here’s how it went down.

Saturday night I hung out at the bar for a few hours before the show. Fans began congregating by the door about an hour beforehand so we could get a good spot. Although the ticket lady almost didn’t let me in because my tickets apparently didn’t get added to the will-call list, I managed to make it to the 2nd row on stage right: directly in front of the microphone.

Quickly after the opener ended (True Moon, who was awesome and totally worth listening to), MCC ran out and helped to set up their gear.  They were all nervous but super stoked to be out there, and as soon as Martin appeared to set up his gear pedals (idk anything about music lol) the entire audience flipped out and cheered for him. His response was to lovingly shush us; “It’s a fucking line check!”

The performance itself was amazing. After the sound check they disappeared and soon ran back out with beer in their hands and smiles on their faces. The audience had great energy; everyone was really excited to be there, and for the most part pretty engaged in the set. Martin made quite a few drunken quips throughout the show. At one point his microphone stopped working and he remarked, “I’m obviously not a singer, so we have to do a lot of things to make my voice sound good, and when tech breaks down that becomes a problem.” He introduced the band, and referred to Arvid as his “Kid brother, who hasn’t played drums since he was 6, and vowed never to pick it up again.” The job of being a frontman is obviously pretty new to him, but he took it up well.

The music itself blew my socks off. Fia Kempe from The Great Discord came out every few songs to lend her voice, and it sounded amazing. She and Martin were not afraid to get up on the barrier and play in front of the crowd, which was a real treat for us at the front. My favorite song was probably Demon King. When played live the band finishes the song with a powerful, uplifting solo. Attending a Midnight Screen was also dope, as was Sway. Honestly I can’t think of a single song that I didn’t think was amazing. The biggest surprise of the night was when MCC played “Sleepy Eye June.” Martin introduced it as “the only love song (he) ever wrote… which turned out kind of dark.” They recorded it on a three piece demo, he said, and the final version will be appearing on their next album, due “2027.” That was an amazing surprise to end the night on—they even kept the voice sample from “Excalibur!”

Shortly after the show I had to run outside to grab money for merch. By the time I came back the band was hanging out at the stage signing things for fans. I first went up to Fia, who was chillin’ and told her how much I appreciate her work. Soon after I made my way to Martin, where I overheard him ask a fan, “was my set too short? I was worried about that, but I was thinking ‘if it were me, I wouldn’t want to hear myself perform for very long. Just in and out.’” Another fan urged him to go to France, and he replied that they had plans to—but they’re secret, so he can’t disclose more than that. I later heard from another fan that MCC plans to tour more in Europe later this year and, hopefully eventually, North America. When it came time for me to get my stuff signed I Introduced myself and told him I was from Seattle. He said that was cool and he loves Seattle; he also really loves Oregon, because of the Goonies.

Eventually I made it outside and hung out with some fans. I found Niels standing at a doorway and joined in on the conversation. Someone asked him if he’s going to continue playing with In Flames, and he replied that he wasn’t sure. It can be fun playing on a huge stage, he remarked, but he prefers the vibes of smaller venues. He’d like to continue playing with MCC, if he can. I told him I really liked his music, his solo stuff too, and was super stoked to see him—especially, being from Seattle, I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to. He told me he thought Seattle was awesome, and that when he came there with Dead Soul and Ghost their friend from the area drove them around the city and he fell in love. He’d like to return one day. I asked him to sign my poster, and he pointed to a random building in the design, remarked “that’s where I live,” drew an arrow to it, and signed it. At that point another fan asked him to sign his ticket, but he kept talking to me—he poked me with their ticket!—and told me to listen to listen to an American band he likes (sorry Niels I was too drunk I totally forgot who it was). He traveled from Sweden to London to see them when he was young, and asked the band manager if he could meet the singer. He was told no, but got tickets to see them in Sweden. The singer killed himself right after that show. I probably looked at him like “wtf?” and he assured me that he isn’t planning on killing himself. Good!

             The vibes of the first night were really mellow. Martin hung out outside and smoked but the fans left him alone; a surprising show of respect.

~round 2~

             Night two was even better! The band seemed way less nervous and more sober-- Martin even remarked to the audience, “you seem less drunk than last night. So are we.” Their sobriety was reflected in a much better sound overall. The audience, while less smashed, was still awesome. During a lull in the set a man with a thick Scottish accent remarked “Martin, I fucking love you man!” to which he replied, “I love you too!” Near the end of the set Martin’s announcement that they had one more song to play was met with an “aaaawwwwuuuuuhhhh.” He reminded everyone they’d be back. I yelled, “I’ll miss you!” and he said, “I’ll miss you too!!” It was really sweet and I literally died. At a certain point he invited fans to yell out where they were from. At the end he remarked, “you’re from all over the place! We’re from ten years ago.”

Niels was over the top all night. He started the show by standing on the barrier for a long ass time. After Dollhouse Decoration Niels wouldn’t stop playing the end notes, to which Martin remarked, “that’s Niels Nielsen for you everyone!” During the Sway solo he couldn’t get his pedal to work so he performed the entire thing on the ground, which was pretty cool. Martin kept looking over at him with a smile on his face; you could tell they’re real homies. At the end of the set when Martin was introducing Sleepy Eye June as a love song he wrote, Niels started to play the beginning of “Run To The Hills” by Iron Maiden, and Arvid helped out with the drums. Martin was like “wtf” but it was all in jest.

Soon after the set the band had to kick everyone out to close up shop. I waited around for a big and talked to some cool homies; eventually, the band all came out to talk to fans and sign stuff. Niels recognized me from the night before and asked how I was doing—I told him I was chillin, but it looks like he was going to have a fun night (he was holding a big bottle of wine and some water). Niels told me the water was just for looks, the wine is what he’s really there for. I vibe with that.

Arvid and Par were both really sweet. They genuinely tried to have conversation with all their fans. When I told Arvid I was from Seattle he remarked “Oh! You’re the person he told us about.” (which honestly holy shit that was really cool. Martin told him about a fan from Seattle??? Whaaat??) and wanted to know what it was like to live in my city. Apparently, Martin is always talking about how much he likes the Pacific Northwest and wants to visit. I told them the weed was great. They were really really nice and attentive, and I’m super stoked to see them in future shows.

When I walked up to Martin he was signing some ghost photos for some fans. He looked at an old picture of himself and remarked “Aaaahhh… that’s him, the infamous Omeega.” It was kind of sad watching him look through all these old photos of Ghost, but he seemed to enjoy it. He pointed out which shows he could remember, and his tone was nostalgic. A fan offered him some beer which he declined until the fan told him it was Polish beer; at that point his choice was to chug it. He tried his best to make quips in fans’ native languages to watch them laugh. He’s a pure bean.

When it was my turn I told him, “when I saw you last night I forgot to show you my tattoo!” and stuck my arm out for him. He replied “whoa, let me take a look at that,” and grabbed my arm. I can’t explain it any other way than he held my arm and felt my tattoo with his fingers for a bit. I kind of astral projected through the entire thing; it was surreal. He soon grabbed a sharpie and drew a smiley face into the eclipse. I’m glad he thought it was impressive! He signed my ticket and patch and gave me a hug. Martin’s a super chill dude and was really enamored by all the attention he was getting from fans.

Overall, starting this trip I didn’t know what to expect, but MCC blew me away. They’re all a great group of people and I really look forward to seeing where they go in the future.