#and not filled with mcyt crap

[lordkairos3626]

So endlessly proud to be a part of the Minecraft community that doesn’t pay the slightest attention to MCYT and therefore has absolutely no clue what is happening and doesn’t care either. :)

[safeturnip]

hey beautiful, what's a girl like you doing living all by yourse- wait, why are you screaming and pointing a cross at me

words: 2.9k

characters: GeminiTay, PearlescentMoon, Scott Smajor, ImpulseSV

summary: Gem moves into a new apartment and discovers an . . . unwanted guest.

additional tags: horror, feelings of isolation, mild body horror

(written for round 2 of soul searching for @mcyt-soulmate-sweepstakes !!)

AO3 link

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Gem stared at the screen of her laptop, waiting for it to boot up, silently willing the circuitry to work faster. Stubbornly, the screen remained black, even as the sound of the fans whirring drowned out the ever-present muffled creaking and rattling of the apartment complex’s pipes. While the laptop struggled along, Gem cast a furtive glance around the confines of her two-room apartment—nothing. There was no one else here. It was just her. 

Of course it’s just me, Gem thought, trying to will her thoughts into reassuring territory and falling short. Who else would—

A flash of light from her laptop caught her attention, and she turned back to the offending electronic device. It’d finally turned on, and she couldn’t help but sigh in relief, dragging it closer to her across the desk and immediately opening up the search engine, quickly typing in her query. 

“‘DIY exorcism’?” a voice questioned from directly behind Gem, reading out the text in the search bar. Every muscle in Gem’s body locked up. Slowly, she turned in her chair to face the source of that voice, dread pooling in her chest, wishing with every fibre of her being that there would be nothing there. Yet she knew that her paltry wishing was not enough to will away what she knew she’d see. 

Behind her was a woman with long honey-brown hair, and grey-blue eyes that seemed to catch and ensnare the near-dingy lighting of the apartment. Overtop her white T-shirt was a black hoodie, unzipped and with the hood half-pulled over her head, her hands tucked in the pockets of her jean shorts. Her mouth had the slightest tension at the corners like she was torn between laughing or bursting into tears. 

“Planning on evicting me?” the woman asked, tipping her head to the side. “That’d be so rude of you, Gem.” 

Still not saying anything, Gem dug her fingers into the backrest of the chair, staring at the woman—no, the ghost—in front of her.

“Nothing? No Hi, Pearl, how’ve you been? No It’s been so long, I’m so happy to see you again! My feelings are so hurt.” The ghost—Pearl—twisted her expression into something resembling moroseness while Gem continued to stare at her tension-filled trepidation. 

The longer she looked at Pearl, the more off she appeared. Her edges weren’t quite as solid as they should be; they were blurry and almost transparent, as if she was being viewed through a shimmering screen of heat. She was too still—she didn’t blink or breathe, she didn’t shift with the minute, barely-there motions of the truly alive. She didn’t have a shadow, as if light simply forgot that she existed and slid straight through her, as easy as a butcher’s knife through meat and bone and tendon. It was obvious how dead a thing she was. 

Gem hadn’t been blind to the apartment’s faults when she’d purchased it; in fact, the landlord of the apartment complex had told her directly about this unfortunate feature of the room. 

“Yep, it's haunted!” he’d cheerfully informed her when she’d come to view the room. She’d spotted the listing in a newspaper and had been surprised and tentatively optimistic over the low price. The landlord added, “I’ve set the price so low because of the constant complaints of ‘supernatural’ occurrences happening in the room.” It was clear from the verbal air quotes he’d put around supernatural that he didn’t believe there was anything of the sort actually happening in the room. “You know, the usual horror movie crap—doors closing by themselves; crying and giggling heard when no one else is in the room with you; loud thumps that wake you up in the middle of the night.”

Gem hadn’t responded, just waited for the landlord to run out of words. His hair was the same dark brown as the paneling around the base of the hallway walls, the same dark brown as the door that led to the supposedly haunted apartment room. His eyes were a couple shades lighter than the dark green carpet, raised off the floor here and there from the slight warping of the wood floor beneath. The price of the apartment had already been enough to convince Gem to buy it, she just needed to get to the point where she could put her name down on the lease. 

“Yeah, it’s gotten so bad that all the previous tenants had to leave without notice because of how concerned they were for their safety.” Despite talking about such an off-putting topic, the landlord still had a genial smile on his face, the exact same smile he’d been wearing when Gem first stopped by, a newspaper clipping in her hand and nowhere else to return to. Gem idly wondered if he ever stopped smiling. 

The landlord continued: “My . . . friend said he thinks that there being a ghost in here—” with the hand not braced on his cane, he gestured loosely at the apartment beside them “—is a whole load of hogwash, and honestly, I have to agree with him. I’ve personally stayed in this room for a week and had nothing bad happen to me. If you do plan to move in here, I’m sure you’ll be fine!” 

“Thank you,” Gem said, the first words she’d spoken outside of a polite greeting. She summoned up a pleasant smile, and added, “Do you mind if I take a quick look at the room?” 

“Sure, sure.” The landlord unlocked the door and pushed it open. “Take your time; I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” He shot her a parting two-fingered salute then turned and left, the thump of his cane against the floor muffled by the carpet. 

Gem hadn’t given the apartment more than a cursory sweep—one room that was a bedroom with a kitchen attached, the other room the bathroom—before taking the two flights of stairs down to the landlord’s office. She’d signed the lease, handed over a not-inconsiderable amount of the cash she had left, and the apartment was hers. 

And for a while, everything had been fine. There were no ghosts, no supernatural occurrences, just the normal good and bad that came from living in a new place. 

Good: rent was cheap; the windows were closed, had locks, and were leak-proof; the bed was wedged into one of the corners of the room, surrounded by walls on two out of the four sides; wifi was an amenity included in the rent, which was a pleasant surprise during Gem’s first few days adjusting to the apartment. 

Bad: the floor right by her dresser creaked whenever she walked over it; the rooms were cramped in a way where she’d bang her elbows and knees against furniture she swore was further away the last time she checked; her clothes always somehow managed to slip off the hangers no matter how securely she hung them up. 

But they were minor annoyances she could live around. The more important thing was that she’d found somewhere warm and dry and affordable to live—somewhere far, far away from Scott and Impulse. 

In front of her, Pearl drifted closer—not walked, she would need to have bone and muscle in order to walk—the look in her eyes curious. Gem’s laptop lay forgotten on the desk, beside the television set that took up half of the desk whose default channel was crackling static, all her attention focused on the apparition before her. Pearl looked exactly the same as when Gem had seen her for the very first time. 

Her first appearance hadn’t been accompanied with an ominous thundercrack, or a streak of lightning knifing through the sky, or the temperature dropping to below freezing. It had just been: One day, Gem turned on the lights in the bathroom, then saw, in the mirror behind her, a woman with brown hair and flint-blue eyes. The only reaction to seeing a stranger in her apartment had been the slow, dull thought of Oh—this may as well happen. It hadn’t even registered to her at first that Pearl wasn’t actually there, it wasn’t until the lights flickered and Gem turned around to see nothing, that she’d realized. 

Gem had just thought it to be a one-time thing, had thought it to be a product of too many sleepless nights. But then the strangeness had continued: glasses of water hovering centimetres above the desk’s surface, a spark crackling in the gas range stove when she was in the bathroom, a dark figure lurking in the corner of the room when the only illumination came from the night time street lamps outside. And it was then that the label of the situation was changed from one-off hallucination to a haunting. 

“That’s what I love about you, Gem,” Scott would always say to her, over the remnants of a late breakfast, or at three in the morning when the world was still asleep, or backstage after one of their performances, his wry smile illuminated by dimmed stage lights. “You’re so . . . decisive. It’s—when you want something, you know you want it, and you just go for it! I find that admirable.” 

And when Gem left everything behind, burnt all the bridges between herself and her band members, she couldn’t help but think of Scott telling her that—you’re so decisive. That it was that decisiveness spurring her to move on and away so easily. It was that decisiveness contributing to her decision of staying at this apartment despite the constant haunting in her life, along with her slowly depleting store of money, along with her unwillingness to do it all again, pick up all her possessions and find another place. Of course it was her decisiveness, it was all her own choice to stay in this situation she’d created for herself. 

Pearl was leaning over slightly, peering over Gem’s shoulder to look at the laptop screen, muttering something that sounded like “surprised you’re not looking at the job market”, and it was that decisiveness that had Gem clenching her hands into fists to hide their trembling as she said, “I don’t want you in my space, Pearl.” Gem rested a hand on the keyboard of the laptop, half-turning to continue her search.  “And you refuse to go, so now I have to find a way to force you to leave.” 

If she’d still been facing Pearl, she would’ve seen Pearl’s expression go blank, a wall with its covering facade of wallpaper stripped away to reveal the old, rotting dilapidation hidden underneath. 

A sharp crackle of black static across the screen was Gem’s only warning before an invisible force slammed her laptop shut—Gem was barely able to pull her fingers out of the way. Gem spun around to face Pearl again, and choked back a scream, jolting away so violently that the edge of the desk slammed into her back. She barely registered the pain, her senses overrun by a panicked, clawing horror. 

Pearl had changed. She no longer looked like a young woman—or, that wasn’t quite right; she looked like a person, but only in the loosest of senses. As if she was something that couldn’t possibly be described, and the definition of person had been stretched and pulled at and warped until it could finally fit around Pearl, leaving behind something just close enough to be recognizable, yet simultaneously so unnatural that it had every one of Gem’s instincts crying out for her to run. 

There was something wrong with Pearl’s eyes. They were still the same grey-blue colour, but now they’d become stretched into something awful, lengthening vertically instead of horizontally, as though hooks had been inserted into her upper and lower eyelids and then pulled, forcing her eyes into that horrifying appearance. She hadn’t grown any larger in size, but her body now looked misshapen and elongated, a dead animal’s hide tacked down and spread out across a wooden stretcher. Her torso was now the same length as her legs, her arms and wrists and hands stretched out so that the tips of her fingers reached all the way down to her knees. She was a strung-out amalgamation of joints and limbs pulled gruesomely out of alignment. 

With her transformation came a faint but permeating smell of rot and burning flesh, the light from the corner lamp flickering like a stuttering dying breath. Gem felt cornered, the desk digging into her back, and her gaze darted around the room, searching desperately for an escape or a weapon or some form—any form—of help. Unbidden, she thought, uselessly There is nowhere to hide in this tiny apartment. 

Oh, Gem hadn’t always been afraid of Pearl. In the past, she could handle the radio switching itself on randomly, doors creaking slowly closed by themselves, waking up with her drawers and dressers flung open, their contents strewn messily around the room. But there hadn’t been any violence or outright aggression, there hadn’t been anything to make Gem consciously think she was in danger, and she thought she’d be able to live in relative peace with the ghost that had come with the apartment. But fear was a sneaky bastard. It had snuck up on her so quietly and so gradually that she didn’t notice it until its fingers were digging into her shoulders, its breath was ghosting across the back of her neck. 

It had built and built, an underlying anxiousness of there being something foreign in your space, in an area that was supposed to be safe, that belonged to you and you only. And this sudden terrifying display of Pearl’s—slamming the laptop shut, her deformed appearance, the way she so easily manipulated the space around her—caused that subconscious build-up of fear to spill over, overrunning Gem’s mind, her senses, until all she knew was that scrabbling instinctual terror. 

Pearl opened her mouth to speak, and the movement of her mouth wasn’t right, it was just a fake face mimicking the shape of words, but Gem still understood her perfectly when she said, “You’re stupid to think you can get rid of me, when I’ve been in this apartment for much longer than you have.” 

Abruptly, Gem realized the temperature of the room had dropped, cold slithering through the space and dragging icy nails along Gem’s skin, her sharp, shallow breaths clouding in the air before her. 

“Really, I thought you’d be grateful for the company,” Pearl said. “I’ve seen how you act, how you like to pretend that you’ve moved on from whatever it is you’re running from,” and Gem couldn’t breathe at those words, a vise crushing her lungs, at how Pearl had so easily reached into Gem’s mind and found the doors keeping thoughts Gem was so desperately trying to keep locked away, then wrenched them wide open so that—

Don't think about how she'd gotten a new phone number to ensure no one was able to contact her, but that didn't stop her from, whenever her phone rang, half-expecting to see one of two familiar numbers displayed on the screen. She never did. 

Don’t think about how she would wake up in the morning, warm and disoriented, prepared to go downstairs and see Impulse cooking breakfast for her and Scott. Impulse always was the best at getting up on time in the mornings. But then she'd turn her head to the side and spot the kitchen of her new apartment just a couple steps away, and the reality of her situation would come crashing back down on her. 

Don't think about how she was alone, how if everything truly had gone to plan she would never see Impulse and Scott ever again, and it was better for her this way, better to have isolated herself from them, especially after—

It took every ounce of Gem’s strength to wrestle that flood of memories down and away, but she managed it in the end, resurfacing to the pounding of her heart, adrenaline coursing hotly through her veins, her entire body trembling from fear or cold or sheer helplessness. The time where Gem hadn’t thought Pearl was dangerous felt as distant and far away as a ship sunk on the seafloor for centuries. I’m safe for now, was what she would tell herself whenever inanimate objects would start moving by themselves, whenever she heard an unfamiliar voice murmur nothing-words, and she habitually repeated that to herself now—yet directly on the heels of that assertion was a brand-new, traitorous thought of But for how much longer? 

Pearl reached out with her wrecked, warped hands, with those spindly jointed fingers like the legs of spiders. She went to touch Gem’s shoulders, and Gem simultaneously felt and did not feel. She did not feel Pearl’s fingers or palms upon her body, because Pearl was dead—she felt an invisible heaviness coating her body, weighing her down, pinning her in place as her heart slammed against her rib cage and her breaths came out fast and shallow. 

The thing before her smiled, and it was a terrible thing, hollow and inhuman. “But you’re all by yourself, far away from anything—anyone—familiar. You’re all alone.” Pearl didn’t move, but she seemed to grow in size, looming larger and larger over Gem until she blocked out the view of the rest of the apartment, until she was all Gem could see. “You’ve made sure of that.” 

As suddenly as she'd appeared, Pearl vanished, taking with her the smell of burning decay and the guttering light, leaving Gem alone in her now-freezing apartment. Wrapping her arms around her midsection, Gem curled in on herself, and she shook and shook and struggled to get her breathing under control.

[dteamain]

Don’t know much about Sneeg other than his name. Can you fill me in on why you don’t like him, like the crap he’s done regarding mcyt and stuff? I wanna know the gossip👀 - 🧨

I always hated how condescending he was he was always one of those streamers who berated his chat to an insane degree because he thinks that makes him cool or whatever instead of being ‘parasocial’ he is just a straight up dick

Back in 2021 he would beg to be on the dsmp like every other mcyt and then just like them as well he switched it up in 2022 and now he does not want to be associated with Minecraft despite being on smps and in mcc and every single one of his acquaintances and friends being you guessed it! mcyt’s!

He’s one of those mcyt’s that is better than the rest because he hates mcyt’s anyway he also does this thing where he closely aligns himself with someone (mcyt) like right now ranboo and then gets mad that most of his current viewership comes from them and he’ll get mad if you mention said friends in chat despite him basing entire sections of stream on talking about them and their projects

yeah he’s a dick

[orifu]

i should like. make a list of all my controversial opinions. just to ward people off. have a few

assorted stuff:

webp is a very good file format, actually

minecraft:

minecraft's chat reporting is a brilliant system for protecting players (including against hate speech!) that cannot be broken or exploited (otherwise it wouldve been patched by now)

no chat reports is developed by an antisemite and its upsetting seeing so many youtubers adopt it

minecraft's new eula is better than the old one

the minecraft community in general is awful to be around. they are so entitled for their free updates and will just spam in the social media of employees (like. actual people. who have lives outside of the mc code) to have some stupid feature

the minecraft mob votes are cool, actually, and saying "add all 3" is stupid as hell

bedrock isn't filled with ads or filled with game breaking bugs or whatever. ive played both versions and bedrock has improved a lot since i first played it in 2019 and its only getting better

minecraft's new updates are so much better than 10 years ago when yes, they would release several major updates per year, but they also sucked.

mcyt content and its creators:

antvenom and fit are annoying as hell

ijevin cares about crypto/ai so he is annoying by default to me.

ccs like grian and etho should stop using ncr. NOW! they did

dsmp fell off after the pogtopia arc. except for the prison arc, the rest was kinda boring. especially wilburs all big revival only for him to do absolutely nothing for forever. the ending also sucked and it isnt surprising theres no s2

stop trying to make smps. they always fail within 6 months

believing the "dream did X to a minor" allegations are twitterbrained as hell. dont trust some burner account with garbage/no evidence

most people who hate dream will make fun of him for being fat and stuff and its disturbing. i would not side with the "haha fat" crowd. that's garbage behaviour

(sigh) fandom:

huntlow fandom is way too big. really speaks to how fandom will just drop the gays for the straight couple (yes i know theyre technically not straight. i dont care)

"proship" and "antiship" dont mean anything when both sides constantly end up redefining the other. dont ship weird crap like incest or pedo or invalidating sexuality and like. thats fine i dont care.

good representation is a useless pursuit. someone's transmisogynistic caricature is someone else's perfect rep. we dont need perfect gays. they can be just people.

tumblr and other social media:

196 users are so annoying stop reposting art or garbage memes and go back to reddit already.

no, tumblr staff isnt deeply transphobic and keeps flagging trans women's posts and blogs. a couple examples isnt a trend. most blogs/posts get flagged for posting porn without a community label

people on this website care far too much about transmisogyny to the point where transphobia is gatekept to "tma people" only. the bigots care more about the fact that trans people arent "normal" than what's actually in your pants

[moved-19871997]

ao3 blocked users css template my beloved <3

[dysfunctionalcrab]

MCYT’s helping you through Ramadan

included: dream, george, sapnap, karl, quackity wilbur, nihachu, tommy, tubbo.

requested by anon: hi :) ive been sent here by @ttakinou and since your requests are open I wanted to request mcyts helping you through Ramadan and fasting? I'm sorry if I'm assuming your muslim its just a cute concept ^.^ dw if you cant!

pronouns: gender neutral

note: for my beautiful muslim readers. i hope the month is going well for you so far!

YES IK I DID THIS FAST i speedran this because i knew by the time i finished this the month would be over lmao

quick terms for anyone’s who’s interested:

iftar: the meal you break your fast with at sunset

suhoori: the morning meal before sunrise before fasting the whole day

eid: the celebration after ramadan

dream

- probably the most informed out of them all. he loves you and at first wants to understand it more. he asks you why you fast and just comes to you with questions about it. also he can be more considerate for his fans

- he just wants to make it easy for you.

- he loves taking you out for iftar, spoiling you with a fancy meal each time despite you telling him he doesn’t need to.

“so, chinese or indian today?”

“there’s leftovers in the fridge, i can just eat that, don’t worry,”

“absolutely not,”

- he still does his normal daily things, streaming editing, coding etc, after all, fasting doesn’t prevent you from doing normal day activities, but he’s always making sure he’s not screaming or making too much noise in-case you’ve got a headache or something.

- when you wake up for suhoori, he wakes up with you too, just making sure you’re eating enough so you don’t get dizzy or nauseous in during the day

“please eat something filling, i don’t want you to faint or something in the middle of the day.” he begs you

“i’m not going to faint,” you reassure him

“yeah, but you still could,”

he loves to spoil you on the day of eid, buying you gifts and different presents, especially after all your patience and determination.

george

- he’s heard of it, but isn’t really that educated on it. (i mean he literally said ‘i don’t think you’re allowed to work’ so i’m just assuming). you explain it all to him and he kind of gets the concept.

“can i talk about food in front of you?”

“wait don’t look, there’s a picture of a strawberry on the screen,”

- he doesn’t act differently at all, he just has to tell himself to be patient with you if you’re in a bad mood or whatever

- he tries to wake up at suhoori with you. but we all know this idiot absolutely adores his sleep, but in the morning he feels a little guilty, even though he knows you can handle it.

- he advises you to just sleep the entire day and wake up 5 minutes before iftar. i mean, it’s a reasonable idea, but you don’t want to delay all your work for a month and just sleep

“george, i’m not going to sleep the entire day,”

“why not?”

- he’s tried to be cute and maybe make you a meal, but he sucks at cooking so we all know that’s going to go awfully.

- so george just sticks to supporting you by letting so you do whatever you please. he’s more likely to help you out and drop his activities for you. but overall he would be a sweetie

sapnap

- he kind of understands it. but still has a couple of questions

- “so like, can you chew gum?”

- just like dream, he wants to make it it as easy for you as possible, but sometimes he forgets.

- “what should i order?” he asks you, phone in his hand. it was like 1pm

- you just stare at him. “uh- for iftar?

- his eyes widen slightly. “oh crap! you’re fasting! i’m so sorry i literally forgot,”

- he’s like a mixture between dream and george i guess. as much as he wants to go out and spoil you, he wonders if it’s just easier to sleep and cuddle until it’s time for you to eat

- he doesn’t like to eat or drink in front of you, he feels like he should hide it. if he’s like drinking soda or something he contemplates whether he should just put it away until you leave. but you constantly remind him that it’s fine.

karl

- literally the biggest sweetheart there is. you tell him there’s a few days until Ramadan and he’s there researching it all to make it as easy for you as possible.

- karl tries his hardest to fast with you. but mostly likely he gives up after lunch because he gets too hungry. he resorts to just fasting half a day each time so he can (kind of) feel what you’re going through.

- he definitely wakes up at suhoori with you, he can’t sleep when you’re not next to him anyways.

- “don’t eat foods with garlic. they can make you really thirsty, and google says to eat fruits with lots of water too, like cucumber or watermelon.”

- you absolutely adore his effort.

- sometimes he wakes up earlier than you just to make you a small meal.

- he gets very into it though, to the point where he’s kind of lost the whole idea. he acts as if you’re made of glass or something. good intentions though.

- “no, don’t pick that up, it’s heavy. i’ll do it, you’re fasting,”

- “love, i’m not pregnant, and i’m literally already holding it in my hand,”

- “well then give it to me,”

- he does the same thing at suhoori and iftar, trying to prepare you something so you don’t need to stress about what you’re going to eat.

- 10/10 biggest support system during this month

quackity

- mf doesn’t change much, he believes that you’re more than capable. which he isn’t wrong.

- he literally forgets that you’re fasting sometimes. he’ll get your favourite snack from the shop and while you’re doing work he’ll throw it at you. you just place it to the side and he gets all pissy.

- “i got your favourite!” he launches it you

-you give him an appreciative smile an put it to one side. you say “thank you :),” but he whines

- “wow, you’re not even gonna eat it?”

- “i can’t?”

- takes him a second. “oH sORRY i fORGOT’

- probably teasingly brags about how tasty food is in front of you and then goes ‘oh, wait, you can’t eat, hahaha,’

- when you show no signs of enjoying his joke he instantly feels guilty. ‘wait no, i’m sorry,’

- but if someone else apart from him makes those kind of jokes, he gets all worked up.

- ‘don’t be disrespectful man, they’re fasting.”

- but he would sit at the dinner table with you at iftar every single times. he’d be reminding you every 10 seconds ‘it’s 5 minutes to iftar!’ and wouldn’t start eating until you did. he probably would offer to clean all the dishes (to try atleast be somewhat helpful)

wilbur

- literally another giant sweetheart. constantly checking on you throughout the day, making sure you’re not feeling dizzy or sick

- he definitely wakes up at suhoori just to prepare you a meal and then the same thing at iftar. he loves to make you food and just try and make it easier upon you

- also loves to go out to restaurants with you

- the type to let you off things very easily because he feels bad.

“can you grab my keys? i think i left them upstairs,”

“can’t, i’m fasting,’

“oh yeah, never mind i’ll go get them’

“wait no it was a jOKE!”

he researches the whole month beforehand, just like karl. what can and can’t break your fast, best things to eat, how to pass the time..etc. you know, all that kind of stuff.

again, just another giant support system <3

nihachu

- would also try to fast with you. she’s trying her best to stay away and she’d probably be the best at doing that with you.

some days it’s easy and some days she’s just like ‘nope’

- constantly just checks up on you.

“how are you feeling?”

“are you feeling lightheaded?”

“do you want me open a window?”

-loves to just have indoor days with you the entire month, you break your fast on your bed with her beside you.

- again, doesn’t like eating in front you. so when you’re distracted she just goes and gets a snack for herself.

- on the day of eid she decorates the entire house, with banners, bunting and balloons. inviting a few of your friends over after you’ve spent the day with your family.

tommy

- kind of understands the gist of it, he doesn’t really know how he can help you.

- the most he does is try not to curse around you, which you highly appreciate.

- honestly he just doesn’t pay much attention to it, he goes on about his day but knowing that you aren’t going to be eating until sunset.

- buys you small snacks and just says ‘eat it at iftar- or whatever it’s called,”

tubbo

- he’d also be the biggest cutie i mean did you see what he did IN THE MIDDLE of his stream so he could educate himself on Ramadan (my heart-)

- super sympathetic, he gets a little worried during the day at the smallest things if you say something like ‘god- i’m feeling a little thirsty’

- tries to distract you with video games or something to get your mind off food

- you invite him over for iftar so he can get an idea of the evening meal because he’s kind of curious

- you also invite him over for eid. he really just wants to understand it all and become self aware of these things

‘so eid is like- muslim christmas right?’

‘well- yes but no,”

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