Happy Fucking Birthday Sad-ist And Congrats For Carrying This Fandom On Your Back, Who Would We Be Without

happy fucking birthday sad-ist and congrats for carrying this fandom on your back, who would we be without you

the angel that guards eden / a carrier pigeon

the message they send is the same (but only one knows the way back home)

it's the one year anniversary of the red festival and all i can think of is two minutes and forty six seconds.

that's how long c!techno stalled for.

two minutes and forty six seconds of him pretending schlatt wasn't asking him to kill tubbo, asking if he meant getting tubbo a coat when schlatt told him to 'take care of' him.

two minutes and forty six seconds of techno stuttering and turning ever so slightly towards his allies on the roof, not wanting to give up their position, knowing they couldn't do anything.

two minutes and forty six seconds of pretending that knowing if he tried to run or save tubbo, he'd likely die was 'mild peer pressure'.

and two minutes and forty six seconds of c!tubbo wondering what was going to happen, wondering if the ally he'd been promised wouldn't hurt him would do just that.

two minutes and forty six seconds that tubbo had to wait either to die or for his friends to try to save him, putting their lives at risk as well. two minutes and forty six seconds for his work as a spy to be over.

two minutes and forty six seconds for schlatt and this one event to drive a wedge between so many people, drive it in so firmly, that to this day the server is still feeling the effects.

Thinking of the voices screaming for Phil when they knew Techno was in danger and with no way to defend himself. Not “Blood for the blood god” or anything among those lines, no calls for violence or self defense, just “PHIL” over and over again.

Thinking of what it means lorewise.

catharsis

Will is a little nervous, coming in this room. Again. It’s always a different mix of emotions, but some key ingredients are the same: thrill, anticipation, sadness. This time the cocktail is a true masterpiece: thrill, anticipation, conviction, confidence, only a drop of sadness. The only really new ingredient in all of this is fear, and it kind of ties it all together, adds the needed spice to the mix. Will lingers for a bit, analyzing the taste of the imaginary cocktail. There’s something else. Just… a dash of uncertainty. It’s not about the act, but it’s in the air, ruining his experience. What a shame.

“Will. What are you doing?”

Phil’s voice sounds so, so familiar. Maybe decades ago he said this exact phrase in this exact tone, when Will was stealing something from the kitchen. Weird how some things don’t change. 

Will is glad to hear his voice. It means that it all goes according to plan. It means that he won’t leave this room. The uncertainty is gone. 

Will is deafened by the sound of the explosion, his breath is heavy and uneven, partially because of excitement, partially because the air is filled with dust, but right there, right then, he has a moment of absolute clarity. It all makes sense to him, all of his questions have answers, he comes up with a name for his cocktail — “catharsis”. It has a wonderful sweet aftertaste of satisfaction. 

There’s only one more thing to do. Will has done it a thousand times before, especially when Phil would catch him doing something he “shouldn’t be doing”. Ask nicely. Phil is surprisingly bad at saying “no”.

Weird how some things don’t change.

not to DSMP on main my mostly hermit-adjacent sideblog but seriously. techno’s red festival stream was the first stream I watched live, back when I didn’t even properly know what DSMP was yet (I was just there because I’d recently gotten into techno) and it’s still VERY memorable to me.

anyway instead of talking about literally any of the lore implications that had, a few of my favorite really stupid moments that made me laugh:

- the entire bit with techno, fundy, and the dunk tank. “hold on I need to take a break from drowning to get a glass of water” “WHYYYY”

- techno asking basically every other festival attendant “so, got any vital state secrets you want to talk about?”

- techno hearing wilbur complain about how he couldn’t find an important button, looking in his inventory to see like six wooden buttons he’d picked up somehow, and going “UHHH WHOOPS” (note: these were probably from the docks not The Button but)

- techno’s chat spamming “JFK” at every opportunity

- techno scrolling through the approximately twelve “subscribe to technoblade” death messages and laughing incredulously because even he didn’t know he could do that

- after techno gave his dramatic “the only universal language is violence” speech and ended with a dark little chuckle there was a moment of silence and then tommy, loudly, to break the tension: “SO PINK SUS”

yes the festival was dramatic and angsty but also. so many funny moments I remember felt like talking about those again because they were FUN.