no because can we talk about how c!dream apologists argued for actual Years that the character played by the teenage streamer Wasn't a teenager, specifically because it made their blorbo look bad when he abused and murdered them.
it was one of the most ridiculous arguments I've ever seen, as a baseline but Especially with the [gestures vaguely at the entirety of tommy's streamer persona at the time].
but it's ESPECIALLY hilarious when the Main Argument was that their ages hadn't been Explicitly Stated Within Lore
when the trial for exile, the Thing that people don't like acknowledging tommy was a child for, Specifically had Dream state that tommy's exile would last until he turned 18.
don't get me wrong, tommy got called a child in lore settings All The Time (and of course, his 17th birthday also happened within lore). it was ridiculous on the face of it. but Come On jlkfadsjlkasfdjkl
this wasn't a Small argument, Technoblade The Real Life Man referenced the "age discourse" before. Techno The Blade. and it was based on something This ridiculous.
c!dream gave c!skeppy and c!bad a block of netherite because bad helped him and gave him sandwiches. he's taking a page out of the 'those that treat me with kindness' book, huh.
A/N- Because adults never fail to bring me disappointment, I'm here to write. Unlike basically every other story written on my blog so far, this has a happy ending. Be grateful. <33
Warnings- Broken Promise(s), Slight Parent Neglect, Tears, Sad Music, Faint Cursing (like twice), Lack of Parent Attention/Affection, F l u f f
"Extras"- Twitch Streamer/Youtuber Reader, GN Reader, Fluff, Reader's age isn't specified (but hinted at that they're below the age of 18- no age set in stone though, so you can pick), Didn't proofread
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“I have to finish up at work, but then we can celebrate your birthday, alright? I promise it shouldn’t take long.”
Those words replayed in your mind for what felt like hours, repetitive with seemingly no end. Your hands balled by your sides, nails digging into the flesh of your palm hard enough to create deep indents. Any harder and you were sure it would break the skin. That is, if you weren’t paying attention to the music playing softly through your earbuds, blocking out any sound around you. It was your birthday, for damn sake! Why couldn’t your parent just keep their promise? You suppose that wanting to receive even 10 minutes of attention and/or affection from the person who helped create you was just too much for you to ask.
Around you, nothing seemed to really exist. It had been easily 6 hours, if not more since that promise had been broken. Eyes darting to the corner of your device screen, they read over the words ‘9:53 PM’. Expression full of hurt, you check your discord for the first time since last night, as you had turned your messages off for the day with expectance that you would be enjoying your family’s company. Doubting that anyone had sent you a single message, you watch the game controller-shaped figure spun for a few moments before you were greeted with the main screen. You paused for a moment, reading all the numbers in a bright red bubble while mentally noting who had sent the amount of messages you received.
Tommyinnit: 99+
Wilbur Soot: 19
Philza: 5
Tubbo: 38
Quackity: 68
Dream SMP Server: 99+
This felt like a fever dream, the amount of DMs and tagging you had slightly overwhelming you. There were several other DMs from other various content creators you knew and streamed/recorded with. It seemed like the second your status icon had turned from dull grey to a vibrant green, you were hit with a flood of more messages. Having to actually turn down your ‘Alerts and Notifications’ volume from how many people began to message you once you came online, you couldn’t help but feel a smile tug up at your lips.
Going to the Dream SMP server first, you duly noted who was in VC 1 before instinctively joining. Immediately, your ears were welcomed with an ear splitting scream from none other than Tommyinnit. Before you had time to even open your mouth to complain about the loud, obnoxious sound, the sound of several others joining the call echoed through your earbuds.
“Guys look! The birthday Muffin is here!” Bad’s voice rung out amongst the chaos and you were quickly met with a chorus of untuned, sporadically timed, not-practiced whatsoever, “Happy Birthday”. Listening to the awfully sounding mantra of the song “Happy Birthday”, your smile grew wider and a few tears rolled down your face. You couldn’t care less though, because you realized that in the end, you had your friends to celebrate your birthday with you even if it was virtual.
