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anonymous-dentist · 1 year

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"It's not that deep"

Yes, yes it is. It is that deep. Buying a Trump flag is that deep. I don't know if most of these Dream fans leftover in their echo chamber of a fanbase remember this, because they were probably kids, but the Trump presidency signaled the end of the world of minorities all across the United States. We're still feeling the repercussions of that today in 2022, almost two full years into Biden's administration. White supremacists are out in louder numbers than they have been in years. Antisemitism is on the rise. Abortion is being threatened in most U.S. states after the conservative-packed Supreme Court overturned Roe v Wade this summer, a court packed by Trump and including Christo-fascists, racists, misogynists, homo- and transphobes, and literal alleged rapists and actual cult members. Anti-queer legislation is being pushed in a significant number of U.S. states and in the federal government by members of the legislature who have been emboldened by having a president that agreed with them.

The 2020 presidential election was huge- some of the largest numbers in decades- because people wanted this man out of office. And he's running again in 2024 despite having been impeached twice (the most for any sitting president in the history of the United States) and despite being under investigation for a bajillion federal crimes, including a recent indictment brought against him in response to him instigating, encouraging, and assisting an attempted insurrection and violent takeover of the government in January of last year. (You people might remember it for Doomsday on the smp; many others remember it as one of the most terrifying moments in U.S. political history.) He's running despite the several charges of campaign fraud and election interference brought against him. The Republicans might not be done with him yet, which is a terrifying thought. Even if they are and they're going with DeSantis for 2024, Trump is still planning on running, and he's bankrupt right now. He's broke. His company is broke. He is broke. The only income he gets now are from MAGA supporters buying his merch. Those funny little NFTs from last week? Those support him.

Know what else directly supports Donald Trump and his campaign? Flags. Buying flags.

Does this mean that Dream and Sapnap are Trump supporters for buying a Trump flag as a gag gift for their British friend? No, absolutely not, but the joke of 'lol look at this stupid idiot flag we got you' doesn't land when, A, the person giving the gift is a former Trump supporter himself, and, B, the person that the flag was bought from is a literal white supremacist and fascist who is friends with white supremacists and fascists who all want queer people to die, they want women to be silent or to die, they want civil rights overturned, they want to turn this country back into a shell of itself in the name of white male Christian supremacy

Dream's audience is young and vulnerable. Many members are queer. Many are POC. Most are young. They might not remember how fucking terrifying 2016 through 2020 were. People woke up in tears the day after election day in 2016 for a reason. The polls were flooded in 2020 for a reason. These audience members might not remember that because they were so young, or they might not realize the gravity of the situation. What does it say to them when their hero pulls out a Trump flag and says it's a gift? It's something to laugh at, yeah, but is it really? It shows people that it's okay not to take Trump seriously, and he and his followers are still a threat to America today. It's dangerous not to take him and his followers seriously. And since the Democrats don't seem to have anybody they're pushing for for 2024, it's especially important for potential voters (because that's what these fans are, many will be old enough to vote by 2024) to start to research and understand the opposition.

Oh, and this also alienates members of Dream's audience that do remember the Trump administration. Reminder, thanks to Trump and his buddies, being queer is becoming illegal again. POC are constantly under attack because of the racist remarks encouraged by Trump during his administration. Treating Trump as a joke could, and probably has, alienated a portion of viewers. It shows them just how seriously Dream thinks these issues are. It's all worth it for a funny joke that won't appear for longer than a minute on a several hour long stream train, one viewed by tens of thousands of people live and hundreds of thousands more via vods and clips in the 12+ hours that have passed since.

You'd think that Dream would know better with a platform this size and with a fanbase as unique as what his used to be, but I guess not. Critical thinking is vital in this industry, whether you're a fan or a creator. Do I think he meant any harm in this? No, I think he's just a moron. A terrible man, yeah, but not for this. For this, he's just a fucking idiot, and he needs to get a PR guy, and he needs to fucking think before he does things for once in his life. Because it could've been funny to some people, including himself, but there is a responsibility to be, well, responsible with yourself and your audience when you're a content creator. It's very easy to send the wrong message out. There's a certain level of critical thinking that needs to be put into place, and that clearly is not a skill that Dream has.

#dream situation #sorry this is my last post on the topic #i just feel like some people might not understand why that was such a bad thing #because it was a bad thing!#hi i'm a.d. i'm a history student and i've studied the rise of f@scism for coming up on 10 years now #i'm also old enough to remember All Of This Happening #it was bad and it can't happen again #also to be clear i hate him anyway. he's a piece of garbage and he should be deplatformed immediately

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give-grian-rights · 1 year

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ok im bad at staying focused . QUICK WEIRD HEADCANONS

With Players, upon respawning, the fatal wound is healed, so they don't fall into a slow and painful death-loop. Smaller non-fatal wounds are kept, but usually are scabbed or healed over. You can feel the pain of both. More powerful Admins can prevent most scarring and mark-leaving injuries entirely.

Scar has a curse that makes him retain all scars and injuries, regardless of death, or intervention. Only manually healing and treating wounds can help. Something he, typically, does not take the time to do.

Grian is partially deaf, with tinnitus, in part to . both Yandere High School and his love for tnt. He uses hearing aids and hides batteries for them...everywhere. including on people. he can just grab Mumbo or Scar and pull out a pair of hearing aid batteries from somewhere on their clothes, no matter the outfit. He knows Japanese and British sign language.

Stress is comedically always somewhere in the distance from Iskall. they say something stupid and you can just vaguely hear Stress shout something correcting them, or laughing at them.

Players have different religions. Players that spent most of their time in Survival, single player, normal servers, usually say "Oh my Dev", or "Oh my Void" interchangeably. Some massive Servers do not allow Players to leave until a certain age. those Servers usually have some variation of god. Gord (Yandere high school), Dream XD (dreamsmp), Lady Irene (minecraft diaries), etc. it is. human nature to rediscover religion i guess

Chat, which represents youtube comment section and live stream messages, are little vexes and wisps of code with intelligence. not quite alive, but vaguely sentient and omnipresent. They can take control of different things. Only some people can hear them, and unless you're a Vex hybrid, you cannot hear other people's chats. You can, however, see them when they're manifested as things.

Grian's Chat takes a different form to talk to him every season. His Chat started in Evo SMP, as sentient clayballs. Season 6 of Hermitcraft, baby chickens. Season 7, parrots. Season 8, eggs. Season 9, pebbles and rocks.

Scar's Chat just doesn't try to hide. They're Vexes. so is Cubs.

Doc's was creepers. they were still hostile, his Chat would just speak through them before they exploded or die. they found it hilarious. They have since changed to be goats.

Xisuma's appears as messages inside his helmet, while also talking to him.

Joe's chat is a comedical mix of things. Some are floating dish rags like ghosts. Some are just lime green panes of glass. Right now (s9/empires crossover) they are the cats. Usually they don't bother with a form.

Ren's Chat are dogs, AND dog stuffed animals. some of Chat didn't get the memo and thats ok.

#hermitcraft #i said some of these before but i do NOT CARE #also tumblr sucks so if you can find these mentioned before great job . i dont like navigating tumblr #grian #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft headcanon #hermitblr #not gonna tag everyone just scar and grian because they showed up the most #i felt weird including something not related to any of the hermits (dsmp and mcd mention) but they were good talking points ok .#also technoblade i love you and i love you for giving me the idea of chat #mika-posts

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sykokilljoyy · 1 year

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building a burning house (soulmate au) - sapnap x reader

pairings: dsmp!sapnap x reader (not cc!sapnap, this is a fictional character) words: 2866 warnings: enemies to lovers, blood, war, angst, scars, wounds, pain. this is set whilst l'manberg is still standing, some details have been changed to include y/n. enjoy!!

summary: in a world where soulmates share scars, y/n discovers that her soulmate is her sworn enemy the night before they go to war.

Fireflies hummed, hovering just feet above the surface of the water, dancing perfectly on the ripples below. Moonlight slipped through the oak leaves that towered above, a gentle white glow shining back from the reflection. Festivities burst, albeit muffled, from the humble building beyond the trees, laughter and cheers of your peers filling the air as you sat on the river’s edge. There was a war coming, when the moon settles down to rest and the sun takes her place. People were going to die, to lose another life at the hands of your enemies. A traitor had already been weeded out, and talks of another loom between the soldiers, hushed voices pointing their fingers at turned backs.

Summer’s air circled around you, embracing your weathered skin like a warm goodbye. Hopelessness filled you, even though you knew full-well you should be holding your head high and willing to lock arms with your fellow patriots. It didn’t feel like a war. It felt like walking, hand-in-hand to a certain death. Maybe that’s why you were out here, to bid a farewell to the city you called home, well tidings to the life you knew.

Glancing down to your hands, you brushed them through the bitter water, scanning the scars that covered your skin. It was an old tale, some legend of a mage who lost their soulmate in a horrid war, that you share the scars of your soulmate. Whilst you didn’t used to believe it, even when odd scars begun showing up on your body now and again, you would pin it to sleepwalking, or accidental wounds from your clumsy nature. It wasn’t until one day in your teen years, when a burning itch spread across the left of your torso. Revelling in pain and discomfort, you pulled up your shirt, revealing a large, tender scar of a fresh burn seared into your flesh.

Ever since, your body had been tainted with cuts, burns and horrible wounds you couldn’t even theorise the nature of. Not like your soulmate wouldn’t have had a fair share of your own, from sword fighting with Toby, to the various fights and battles you’d won and lost as an army. It’s what you’d expect from the life you live.

Eyes to the night sky, you watched the L’Manberg flag sway in the wind, your thoughts cast back to those you fought for. You wished desperately for something, an array of hope or a glimpse of something, anything to get the upper hand. Whilst you knew your enemy, you had someone on the inside to relay information, it didn’t feel like enough. You knew Dream, from years gone past, you knew he wouldn’t hold anything at face value. They have something prepared, something you couldn’t even imagine.

In that moment, a surge of something ran through you. Whether that was hope, determination or damn-right stupidity, you grabbed the blade that lay on the dirt beside you, picking up your quiver and set off into the darkness of the forest. Lighting a torch a few inches in front of you, you pushed yourself through the sticks and branches of the thick, untouched woods ahead. No one ever ventured between the countries, and if they did, it was through the path North of the main gate - the safest route. You’d be shot on sight if you were seen approaching the SMP in the middle of the night, so the dense trees were your only option.

Brave as it was, it was always dumb to leave the confines of light and company at night, the darkness filled with creatures and threats beyond your imagination. For that reason, you hugged your bow close to your body. Branches cracked and leaves rustled all around you, and the human part of you wanted nothing more than to give in to the fear that nudged at your chest and run back to the safety of your people, but you knew you needed the upper-hand. You pushed on.

Not even a minute further, light begun to break through the trees, the hum of life flittering through the canopies - you were close. Blowing out the lit torch, you packed it away and steadied your movements, knowing that anything too sudden would alert the guards by the walls. All you needed to get was close enough to hear a whisper of something, anything. The closer you got, the louder the guards voices became, until you heard a whisper of the war coming from above. Straining, you focused on the mans voice, just almost loud enough to hear his words. Almost, just a little closer-

“You, of all people, should know you’re not allowed here,” In a split second, a blade was pressed against your throat, strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against a warm, hard body. A gasp that left your body was quickly rectified as his hand left your waist and flew over your mouth to avoid the guards seeing you. You knew his voice immediately, Sapnap’s had always had a distinctive hoarseness to it.

“You’re either going to tell me what you’re doing here, or I kill you right now,” His breath was hot on your neck, lips close to your ear to keep his tone hushed and discreet, “Deal?”

His eyes were accustomed to the darkness, having traversed the woods for hours collecting supplies for his people, he always worked better, faster at nightfall. Scanning the body in his grasp, his eyes landed on your skin for the first time. Not once had he seen you up close, your only contact being distant whilst your leaders fought, occasionally wounding one another in a brief battle, but nothing that would require this proximity. His shoulder twitched as he stared at the almost familiar scar etched into your own, shrugging off any correlation as you nodded your head hurriedly.

Carefully, he removed his hand from your mouth, and you hurried out a half-hearted excuse, “We needed supplies, and I must’ve lost my way, my torch went out and I didn’t know I was so close I-”

“Oh come on, darlin’, we both know you’re lying,” His smirk was evident in his voice, you didn’t need to see him to know it. Dread filled your body as the knife dug deeper into your skin, close to drawing blood, “You were here to get information.”

It wasn’t a question. He read you exactly as you’d been written, to your annoyance. Head spinning, your brain ran through a million different escape plans, filtering through the abstract and landed on one slightly plausible option - you just needed to keep him talking.

“You know our plan, don’t you?” You hurried out, thinking on the spot of an excuse to keep him talking, some part of you hoping he’d spill something unknown to you, “Eret told you what we had planned, right? The tunnels we set up below your land?”

Silence fell for a moment, and your hand subtly edged towards the handle of the sword in your sheath.

“He told us you were falling apart. That Wilbur is losing his mind in there,” He uttered back, his grip on your waist tightening, to which your body pushed against him as an automatic response.

“He was a traitor. For the both of us. He planted the TNT in our walls and he fed you lies for weeks,” You spat back, your hand now successfully around the handle of your beloved sword.

“You don’t know anything about us. You know nothing of our intentions, of our plan. You hide away in your grounds and build stupid bunkers in your own city as if it’ll change anything, as if you’re ever going to win,” You froze. Dream had gloated about another traitor amongst your men, how someone you held dear was ready to rip your people down from the inside, and Sapnap had just told you exactly who it was. Only you and one other person knew of the bunker overlooking L’Manberg. Only you and Wilbur. Finally. Finally, you might have the upperhand.

In one quick motion, your hand ripped the sword from your belt, grabbing his arm and pulling it from you, flipping yourself around and holding your sword tip at the base of his neck. His reactions matched yours, his blade digging into the base of your throat.

The pair of you stood, face to face, at arms length, knives threatening each others skin, waiting for the other to make their move. Only now, for the first time, were you able to actually look at the man in front of you, the man who had killed off half your men with his pyrotechnics. Thick black hair protruding from a white cotton headband, eyes glimmering red in the dark moonlight. He was tall, taller than you had remembered him being, and his blood-stained, burnt white shirt clung to his body harshly. You couldn’t help but be fascinated by this man, especially after seeing the weathered, cold look in his eyes, wanting to know everything that got him to where he is now, and everything that is to come for him.

“It’s your move,” You muttered, keeping still to keep his blade from breaking your skin.

“You need to leave.”

His eyes hadn’t left yours, but yours wandered along the arm that held his sword, reaching the skin of his hand. Littered with scars and wounds, his hands were calloused and burnt, assumingly a product of his fascination of setting fire to your buildings. A particular scar caught your eye, however, dragging from the tip of his thumb, to the base of his wrist - an identical scar to one you had gained whilst fighting on a rivers edge one day, slicing your hand open on a rock. Curiously, your eyes scanned his hand for any others, surely enough landing on the same scar you had on the back of your hand from an accidental stab wound from Tommy.

Dread filled your stomach as you took in the similarities of your skin, only to be ripped by your thoughts as his blade slid up to your chin, leaving an open wound in its wake. You winced, the immediate sting hitting you as you feel the blood begin to weap. The wound was surface level, nothing to worry about, but enough to cause your knees to buckle slightly.

“Look at me,” Your eyes darted to his cold stare and the rest of his voice was filtered out of your mind as you stayed fixated on the red, bleeding line that peeked on his skin, surfacing above his black turtleneck.

Mind clouded, you lowered your sword, hand on his arm to move his out the way as you stepped towards him. Hesitant at first, Sapnap’s body froze up as he tried to understand your plan, run through the possibilities of what the hell you might be doing. As you raised his hand to him, almost like you would a dangerous animal, to show you were no threat, he made no attempt to stop you. You reached for his neck, pulling his shirt down slowly and eyes widening at the dark crimson, tender, fresh scar that ran up his throat, identical to the open wound on your own.

For the first time, you were close, not just in proximity. Sapnap’s hand darted to his neck, feeling the rising bump of the newly-forming scar and his eyes met yours, a realisation hitting the both of you. Neither of you had noticed how close you had gotten, and for the first time, he saw you. Not his opponent, not his enemy, just you. A person, with glimmering eyes staring back at him and soft, yet scarred skin that he felt the sudden urge to touch. Something in his mind had always blocked out the possibility of a soulmate, convincing himself he was impossible to love, undetermined to find his person.

But here you were, the only person he could never have.

“You need to leave. Go home.” He spoke quickly, pulling his eyes from yours in fear of never wanting to see anything but that colour again.

“But, Sapnap,” Your voice was hushed but desperate, “We can’t just, I mean, what do we do?”

“Go. Now.” Voice stern and meaningful, he pulled his sword back into his belt and stepped away from you, pulling a lighter from his pocket to light his way home, “And tell no one of this. You were never here, Y/N.”

Not letting you say another word, he stepped back into the darkness of the trees, and you could only watch as the gentle hum of his light faded out of view. Stunned, it felt like your feet were sinking into the dirt below you, unable to move as the overwhelming blow of meeting your soulmate for the first time flooded you, the realisation that it was your sworn enemy, the man you had fought for years alongside your family.

It wasn’t until you heard the guards above you alert each other to what they think is a person in the woods below that you picked your feet up and moved, running back towards home at a pace you didn’t even realise possible, the numbness filling you.

But it was too late to think of that now. As daylight stretched itself over the vastness above and smoke filled the air, screams and cries surrounding you as you pushed yourself to your feet, sword in hand as the ache of your body watched over the battlefield in front of you. It had all happened so quickly. At one moment, you had won. Dream was dead and others surrendered, and the next thing you know, L’Manberg, the country you owed your life to, you had grown and lived in for so long, was in flames, and Wilbur was dead. He had done it. You were right, he was the traitor. He blew up and destroyed the one thing you had dedicated your life to protecting, and now he was dead. Gone.

Hearing the screams of the Wither, the explosions destroying innocence only meters from you, you did the only thing your brain had the capacity to comprehend. You ran. You picked a direction, and you ran. Faster than your legs could carry you, much like the night before except this time, you had no idea where you were heading. In fact, you didn’t even have anywhere to head, it was all gone.

It wasn’t until you reached a river too wide to cross on your own, did you stop. Falling to your knees as they buckled beneath you. Holding yourself together, you looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings and tried to make sense of it all. Your friend was dead, many other lives being stolen from either side, even Dream himself losing a life at the hands of yourself.

A twig snapped not far from you, and your body jumped, snapping to its direction, already on high alert. What stood there, feet from you, was the last thing you expected. A war-torn, blood covered Sapnap towered by the edge of the forest, open wound on his head and chest heaving as he’d been running like you.

No words were said, there was a look of understanding between you both. Without a second thought, you were in his arms, sobbing and letting your body purge itself of the grief and stress you faced just moments ago on the remains of your home. His chest stuttered as he let out a quiet sob, tears falling for his friends who has lost their lives in the same battle.

Gripping each other tightly, you felt in his arms that it was right. That he was right. That his touch was holding you together, even as you fell apart. Hand in your hair, he held you tightly into his chest, a mirrors image flipped of not even 24 hours ago, when your back was flush against where your tears stained now.

He didn’t know why he was here, he didn’t know why he followed you. He saw you flee and his heart told him before his brain did to follow you.

“What the fuck do we do, Sapnap?” You sobbed, shaking in his arms.

“I- I don’t know, Y/N,” His voice was shaky, much softer than the night before and far, far more caring.

“I want to leave, I don’t want to go back. I can’t,” You breathed, your knees growing weak as the grief hit you.

“We don’t have to stay,” He started, his hand coming up to pull your chin from his chest, meeting his gaze. The look in your eyes made his heart yearn, wanting to rip the sadness from your body bit by bit until it was absent, “We’ll go, there’s nothing for us back there anymore. We’ll find somewhere, just us two.”

It was always said, in old wives tales, that once you found your soulmate, you knew it was exactly what you needed. It felt like a warm fireplace after a long expedition in the snow, like a sip of water after years of thirst. It felt like happiness, like safety and comfort. That’s how his words felt, like picking a book up in the middle of its pages and knowing exactly where you left off.

“I’ll be here, Y/N, always,” He whispered softly, bringing your head back into the warmth of his chest, “You don’t have to fight anymore.”

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mistythedritten · 3 months

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream eats lunch on the Doomsday grid

This is a squeal chapter to what I posted yesterday, could probably stand on its own.

also pasted below!

Dream hums as he walks with Techno, keeping an eye out for Tommy. Punz could dissuade everyone else from bothering them, but Tommy was the definition of a wild card. He could decide that they were too strong together and stay away or he could try to puff himself up to prove… something. Dream doesn’t really understand Tommy.

They are making an ‘impulsive, irrational decision that is going to get them killed’ according to Philza, but they’ve fought off the server just the two of them before, and that was without withers! They can use withers here.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year already. It feels like just last week we were gearing up for Doomsday,” Dream says, fiddling with his ring.

“I know, yet here we are, celebrating our first anniversary!” Techno grins, flipping his braid over his shoulder. “I’m glad we are doing this instead of the stupid prison plan you came up with.”

“OKAY, I get it! Throwing myself in prison would have been a terrible idea, bla bla bla, you were right,” Dream rolls his eyes, not that Techno can see it.

They both have gotten better with public affection that isn’t spurred on by adrenaline, but Dream hasn’t been comfortable with his face being out for most of his life.

Dream thinks it’s an Admin thing. Techno thinks it’s a safety blanket. Phil thinks it’s a trauma response.

Punz thinks that it’s a result of Autism, which both he and Techno didn’t even know existed until Punz had brought them a book on mental disorders and disabilities, with certain pages bookmarked.

It had explained a lot, actually.

“Okay, here we are!” Techno throws a pearl, Dream following behind. They land on top of the grid.

“Phil did a good job prettying this place up. I like the waterfall,” Dream comments as he walks along the obsidian.

“Yeah, I still can’t believe this much Redstone has survived,” Techno looks around. “Where was that ledge again?”

“Over here,” Dream starts to walk to the place where he had set up the control system and Techno had proposed.

They brush off some redstone and moss, before laying their blanket down. Techno pulls out a meat and cheese tray and Dream pours them both some lemonade.

“I love you,” Dream cuddles up to Techno, handing him his drink. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“I love you too,” Techno rumbles, plopping his head on Dream’s. “Thank you for staying by my side all this time.”

They spend the rest of their anniversary lunch talking about nothing in particular, enjoying the view and each other’s company.

#sixteenth-day-event #c!dream #c!techno #c!dnb #dreamnoblade #fic writing

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hermitcraftkinfessions · 3 months

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kicks rocks... i miss my friends... both as in i miss them now and wish i could find em, and missed them back then..

ya see, in season 1 of empires i was already a deity, but my creator sent me off to live with mortals when i was a kid and never knew who they were.. but by the finale when i die i ascended to "true godhood" and met up with my creator, big fuck you to that guy.

after Afterlife smp came season 2, where everyone well. didnt really. keep their memories as they reincarnated in new bodies.. althrough oddly similar to the last ones, some changes tho, ofc. But like. I retained all my memories, cause I was still me, I died as a "mortal", sure, I ascended, but still had the same memories of my mortal life. Still remembered my friends, my lover, my family. And none of them remembered me :( But fear not, dear readers /silly

For I did not give up, and like any good god, I could shapeshift, so I used that to my advantage! Shapeshifting as animals, old people, children, even appearing momentarily as an actual god, similar to my s1 looks but taller and with more gold accessories, but I only pulled that last one in moments they were very out of it so they thought they just had a fever dream. Like right before bed or for a fraction of a second around holy places (the cathedral, etc) Oh yes I looked over them, interacted briefly, they were different people but they were also in a way still my friends. They were still in there, I swear.

I also- I remember when I met Scott for the first time I threw away the "small interactions", i straight up shapeshifted into a mortal farmer (pretty similar to my s1 me but less fancy) and introduced myself to him, in a natural way, ofc- we started talking and yknow yeah we mightve fallen in love, and eventually i mightve told him the truth and he mightve been upset and thought i just loved his past self and not him... which at first was true, but i did love him by that point! he wasnt the SAME Scott i used to know but he was just as lovely in his own way! and eventually im p sure he regained some memories, was still himself, but then he could rember. and yeah we made up and stuff but we had a bit of a fall out when he found out the truth at first.. oops...

also gods (of a ""lower"" ranking like myself-) maaay have had a rule set by older ones/higher ups abt not interfering much with mortals... which i kinda rlly broke just there... and eventually w others too.. oopsiessss... twirls my hair w guilty big ol eyes

also pix was. somehow. a human yet immortal?? so he dissapeared in season 1 before the finale but by season 2 was the same guy who had been a historian/archeologist for years and had seen a bunch of shit happen *himself*, so yeaaah when we met it was also super emotional cause he remembered me. What I shifted as when we first met? call me stupid, but for some reason it was a child(11-14), I could control it but also not- at times it just kinda came out. I stayed like that even after he told me he knew who I was and I told him abt ascending and allat... yeah.... does that count as god-age regression /silly

another empires mems ramble!

-🌙Pearlie (He/She)

interesting, i really don't know what to put here, mod ex is more versed in things of this caliber but they're asleep so its just me

-Mod hels

#kinfession #mcyt kin #mcytkin #empires kin #pearlscentmoon kin #pearl kin #🌙pearlie #mod hels

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rwqv · 2 years

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how's it feel to be so loved, yet so alone?

c!wilbur x reader

genre: angst. unforgiving angst

word count: 469

this is a post more for me. not edited. 3 am write. :) hope you enjoy

you had always found his eyes mesmerizing. a sight to see, an attraction you'd be a tourist to often. they could read you like a book with stunning accuracy. they could display so much yet such less emotion at once. so when they seeped with love, with admiration for you, you couldn't help but smile.

a smile that wilbur always noticed right away. it would always show on those quiet nights where you did nothing but just talk in each others arms. it would always be in the background, always seemingly going unnoticed by everyone around you as they went on talking about themselves, enveloped within their little factions of the smp. the smile that brightened wilburs life. the smile that he loved, and you knew he loved.

that smile faded while the raging neckache crept in. it was seven am. your alarm clock was blaring in your ear reminding you to wake up. you shot up, you believed, rather hoped for two seconds that your imaginary dream life was reality, but as the phone beside you buzzed with the text from your boyfriend, the reality started to creep in.

wilbur was dead. long dead. and his last words to you were "see you around, yeah?"

long before wilbur's death, he had a lover. which you don't know why he stayed with them long distance, many many biomes and thousands of blocks away. you had 0 chance to begin with, so it seemed stupid as to why you were still chasing him.

ghostbur had no clue who you were. ghostbur's eyes were dead, unmoving, and no emotion was displayed except for the inability to choose between sobbing and smiling.

you were unhappy with your extremely toxic boyfriend. when he offered you his hand, your kind soul couldn't say no. so, you ended up with a liar, a cheater, to be with you. he was your first, and will probably be your last partner. you felt suffocated, trapped under his crushing grasp, and there was nothing you could do.

everyday, your memory of wilbur seemed to fade more and more, but you could never quite seem to forget him. your dreams blurred reality, as everytime you woke up having a dream about wilbur you believed it was real, and that it happened. soon, you started to disbelieve in your own memories of things that happened together, so much so that you relied on a silly little book to keep the memories for you.

but, best of all, wilbur barely knew you.

your reality was a sad one. your dreams seemed to always taunt you every night with this piece of information, only barely giving you short realistic dreams about wilbur every so often as a crass reminder of what you'd done to yourself. you were the one searching for love. you got your love.

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my first fanfic! i just felt extremely angsty today haha, probably will not write anymore than this because i am fairly iffy about fanfics thank you for bearing with me through this :]

#wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #dsmp wilbur #wilbur x y/n #i never want to use that tag again #ghostbur #wilbur soot angst #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #dsmp #my writings

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10piecechickenmcnugget · 1 year

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Still writing out my thoughts about Dogwarts, but I'm returning the favor anyways.

I wanna here all your thoughts about Purpled and Wilbur. Or whoever you're most interested in.

You're letting me talk about characters I like, I'm letting you do the same :D

FUCK YEAH

(@dewberries-sillyblog cause you wanted to learn more about my blorbos)

under the cut cause this is gonna be L O N G

(split into sections so I can “organize” my thoughts) Purpled: my stupid ass traumatized alien son he’s a bastard and I hate him (/j)

Early SMP: alien boy. he doesn’t know what he’s doing he is simply fucking around and finding out adopting a dog and gathering resources. just living life having a funky fresh time

he and tommyinnit fucking HATE each other they chased each other around and murdered each other for like over and hour fundy broke into his house and stole his shit he bargained with Tommy for his own stuff for like 10 minutes and went to court but just snuck out the back (??? idk he’s wild)

fundy built the socializing club to resolve their arguments and purpled booby trapped it and stole everyone’s shit cause he’s just like that

L’Manberg War(s): he dabbled in lmanberg shit my guy had no idea what the fuck was going on all the god damn time he was so confused bro was literally just standing there one time he say ccrimeboys (who were exiled from lmanberg and were absolutely not supposed to be there) and he (a member of lmanberg) decided to just ignore them cause he can’t be bothered to give a shit he literally allowed Technoblade to causally boat home after he massacred everyone at the festival and murdered Tubbo he has zero fucks to give

✨intermission✨: he disappeared for several months and no one knew what was up with that

the following is not in chronological order cause I forgor

but Bad hired him to kidnap/kill Puffy and he was basically like “yeah sure fuck it” and I think he did the thing?? I don’t remember anyways he was kinda working for the Eggpire for a bit and then Quackity was like hey wanna work for me instead to betray them (he attracted his attention by threatening to blow up his UFO talk about foreshadowing) and purpled once again went yeah sure fuck it and betrayed the Eggpire for the money and Quackity did his whole “wait don’t go in yet let the shark guy die” and then they saved everyone and yadda yadda yadda “you’re a hero purpled” “I try my best”

Aftermath: we all know this part purpled is like okay bitch boy pay up and Quackity makes small talk gives him his money and then destroys his entire life right in front of him good times they yell at each other for a bit and Purpled storms off in silence to go be sad

He goes back to his stupid little cottage and is even sadder for a while and then Mr Charlie Slimecicle gaslights him for 30 minutes and he decides to join las nevadas (he’s lying about wanting to be there)

he hangs around lying to people for a bit and then sets up his overdramatic lava trap and yells at Quackity some more and then kills his bf for revenge cause that’s what they do on this server I fucking guess

he kidnaps slimes dead body and holds it captive in a cave purely just to kill him again and then Punz shows up and manipulates him a bit and Dream is there also

they show up gaslight slime bulky Quackity blow shit up purpled and Quackity yell at each other some more and then slime reveals HE was gaslighting everyone the whole time and fucking kills purpled (L + ratio)

then there’s the whole “you’re not a good person” but idc about that sorry quackcicle enjoyers

and then that’s kinda it man idk the whole ass smp ended

Random ramblings: purpled is a petty bastard and I hate him that bitch is full of improperly processed trauma (thank you icarus appollosboyfriend for that quote) and he hates everyone and he only kills people for the money cause he just wants money and power (and friends he just wants to go home) but he only accepts jobs from people he trusts and he’s a stupid bitch and he’s mean and absolutely will insult your mother but your honor he’s just a silly little guy simply a funky little lad and he just lies to people constantly he’s so funny and every time I think about him I go insane

now.

Wilbur. Motherfucking. Soot:

I am mentally ill about him I legitimately get sad often over him he has brought me close to tears unironically multiple times this is a common occurrence I have so much autism about him I’m such a basic bitch 😔

there’s no organization to this part I’m just going to go insane for several paragraphs:

HES SO SAD my boy is struggling constantly 24/7 he has had shit brain chemicals his whole life and he pretends he’s fine cause he has to be fine but he’s literally been putting up a persona the entire smp I just ajrhjabdbwjsj

he’s just a little guy ur honor who wanted to start a little nation for his friends and he tried SO HARD to keep the peace and let everyone live but people continuously fucked him over until he thought he HAD to resort to violence

he has so much trauma and he ignores all of it he’s so stressed all the time and he got beat to death with an axe after his friend betrayed him and and and

and fucking SCHLATT took his country his fucking country from him and kicked him out and his stupid ass lived in a ravine for god knows how long and he developed more mental illnesses then he already had

he legitimately thought everyone hated him and was only staying for the power and wholeheartedly believed that they would leave him if someone else offered something better and he was so scared all the time he was NOT living la vida loca and he just fucking lied about it all the time cause he’s an idiot

and he finally snapped and he was going to press the damn button and his fucking dad showed up and he had made up his mind he was going to die and he was taking lmanberg down with him so he did just that (assisted suicide babyyyyyy)

and don’t even get me started on ghostbur (that’ll come later)

then he fucking died and LIMBO oh my lordy lord he was alone in literal sensory deprivation torture for THIRTEEN AND A HALF YEARS holy motherfuck he lost his fucking mind in there he was not doing well that’s for fucking sure

then his bitch ass got revived and dear god did a lot happen while he was gone and he put on another goddamn persona because he’s fine guys!! he had time to think over everything while he was dead he’s perfectly fine he’s processed all his trauma he’s so much better now he definitely isn’t doing worse he’s fine guys !!! :D (he’s lying)

and one time he tried to explode dream with his mind so that was a thing and also threatened to kill himself despite being apparently happy to be alive again and absolutely fucking terrified of going back to limbo so anyways he still hates himself so that’s a thing

he and Quackity had a homoerotic rivalry and then he went to fucking. Utah so that happened

I’m fucking insane about cwilbur I cannot articulate this to you correctly but I cannot stress enough how feral he makes me

NOW ghostbur I’m insane about him too he’s an amnesiac and he’s so sad all the time and he still hates himself cause ‘alivebur’ hates himself and he considers PERMADYING a happy memory and he can only remember good things and H A T E S talking about his mental health or anything remotely sad and he’s just a little lad with his sheep and he just wants to make people happy and oughhhhhhhhh. anyways how are you guys doing :)

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dmwrites · 2 years

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In Schlatt’s near-constant inebriation, he’d manage to piece together a few worries about his new position of power as the leader of Manburg. These were private, shared to no one, but still rattled in his mind. He feared rebellion, he feared Wilbur and his little blonde brother boy. These were his nightmares. He imagined getting sliced in the throat as he slept, poison in his beer.

But the reality was a lot… weirder.

“Holy shit!!! Yoooo, Tom, I like trains, am I right?”

Schlatt turned around and watched a citizen come running up to him, smiling and happy.

“Who the fuck is Tom?” Schlatt felt for his beer bottle- he’d knock the stupid citizens out if he needed to.

“Oh, that’s classic Tom. Can we have a selfie?” And before he could say no, the citizen had their communicator out and took a picture with him. “Thanks Tom! Love your work, man!”

“What.” Schlatt watched them run off, swaying a little, and took a big gulp of beer. “Whatever.”

Only a day later, something equally odd happened. Another citizen came running up to him.

“Hi! You’re Tomska, right?”

Schlatt stared down at the citizen and said nothing, hoping his glare would make them go away.

“I just think it’s super cool that we have the maker of asdf movie as our leader!” The citizen continued. “Just wanted to say I love your work man, keep it up! Your sketches always make me laugh! I mean, Desmond the moon bear! Who could forget! And of course beep beep I’m a sheep! Or the muffin song!”

The citizen walked off before Schlatt could make any kind of retort back.

Even in his own office, among his own staff, the weirdness was happening.

“Excuse me, sir?” Fundy, that weird son of Wilbur’s, came over to him one afternoon during lunch.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Do you perfer being called Schlatt over Tom? Or like can I call you Tom? I just want to know if you’re keeping your real identity a secret or not. I think it’s super cool, that you took time off to be President, but maybe if people knew you were Tomska your satisfaction ratings would go up?”

“What fucking language are you speaking?” Schlatt looked at him incredulously. “Is this some fox shit or something? I am not a Tomska!”

“Okay, so you are keeping your identity a secret! That’s cool. I think shaving the beard might help.” Fundy said.

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The week was over, and Quackity walked into Schlatt’s office with a new case of beer for him. Schlatt was slumped at his desk.

“The fuckin’ week I’ve had, Big Q. Lemmie see that fuckin’ fat ass real quick.”

“Right away, sir.” Quackity turned around and took off his suit jacket.

“Jesus Christ you could hold a five-course meal on that fuckin’ thing.” Schlatt lit a cigarette and breathed in deep.

“Why was you week difficult, sir? Who do I need to tax or kill?” Quackity asked, back still to Schlatt.

“Everyone keeps calling me a Tomska. Like they keep calling me Tom, pretending like my name is fake or something. What the fuck is that all about? Is it some kind of early rebellion?” Schlatt’s fingers shook slightly, and he lowered his hands to the desk.

Quackity laughed. “Oh that’s so funny! Hold on, lemmie show you.” He took out his communicator and typed something in. “Tomska is a person- and wow, you really do look like him! Your beard pixels look exactly the same!” Quackity showed Schlatt a picture of some guy wearing a black shirt and black and white checkered tie. They did look quite similar, honestly. Same beard, same eyes, same hair, same skin tone. Just the clothes were different.

“Where is this man! I will kill him for trying to copy my brand.” Schlatt raged.

Quackity laughed again. “No Schlatt! Tomska doesn’t live on the Dream smp. He’s a youtuber! He made asdf movie!”

Schlatt narrowed his eyes at Quackity, grabbing the nearest bottle of alcohol and taking a swig.

“What the fuck is a YouTube?”

#August 26 2022 #fic #dream smp #dsmp #schlatt #based off of the irl schlatt lore that he took his mc skin from toms #so fun fact I’ve exclusively been watching mr. ska’s last week Vlog series #for the past three weeks #love that guy he funnie #anyway #dsmp tag that’s crazy when’s the last time I used that huh

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dream-critical · 1 year

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Ok your response to the Quackity comparison was very interesting and I agree, except from:

I'm sorry if this makes me look like a dick but I did read the thread and idk if I believe someone claiming to have been doxxed six seperate times in the same day and then still came back to twitter like nothing happened. If it is real then sure, I hope that person is safe and doing well. But dream stans have made up serious things just to get the heat off of dreams back so I'm skeptical.

The thread was very in depth, so if it were fabricated, it is very was thought-out and intentional. Unless this particular user has a history of false claims (which I haven't checked), I don't think it is fair to dismiss the claim on the basis that they are a dream stan. Doxxing and irl harassment has been an issue in many online spaces where fandoms are clashing, and this isn't an exception. I think it ties in with the other ask, is it fair to label all dream stans as manipulative and morally corrupt? No, some have just fallen victim to Dream intentionally cultivating a parasocial fanbase.

I'm not sure Q was aware of what cellbit had done. And while I'm very very uncomfortable with cellbit, if everyone involved with the situation has said they don't want to talk about it, he has gone through therapy and claim he has changed. Then idk man. As outsiders we don't get to decide shit. Idk this one is complicated and I don't know what to tell you.

I feel more strongly about this point. The situation with Cellbit is entirely fucked and Quackity absolutely deserves criticism for allowing him on the SMP. Immediately after the videos of his ex resurfaced, Cellbit’s current gf (not the ex) posted a thread bashing her and insisting he’s changed and that everyone’s stupid for bringing it up again. It is not at all her place to say that. Abusers don't abuse everyone they meet; most have good friends who they genuinely treat well. It is irrelevant if he never hurt the current gf. He abused his ex into developing an ED and gave her trauma that took her years to recover from. Even if both the ex and Cellbit want to move on, it is not appropriate for someone like this to have a platform like the QSMP. He can be criticised without involving the ex.

I think it is very easy to get caught up in the drama between the SMPs and the "copying allegations", but that is ultimately unserious in comparison to: a fan getting doxxed and harassed irl and the abuse Cellbit's ex suffered. Do you still hold the same opinion? What should Quackity do about Cellbit? And, in a hypothetical scenario where you can be 100% certain the dream stan is telling the truth in their thread, would you say there is any action Dream or Quackity need to take?

The differences between Quackity and Dream you point out for the other comparisons makes sense to me though, so thank you for explaining.

Ok yeah no I personally do agree 100% with your opinion on the cellbit situation and I should've worded my reply better but I kind of am unsure how to address it myself as I've seen a lot of people saying it shouldn't be mentioned anymore for the sake of the victim. But you're right the situation can be talked about without specifically involving his ex, so I'm sorry for the horrible wording.

I am very uncomfortable with the inclusion of cellbit in the qsmp and I think that while people can change, the cellbit situation was so public that I do not think he really should be part of the qsmp. It is still giving someone with a history of abuse a bigger platform than he currently has. I also agree that his current girlfriends statement doesn't mean much. Abusers only mistreat those who they can mistreat and get away with, aka people that depend on them, people who are vurnerable, people who have no safety net etc.

I think the argument that cellbit is kind or sweet or has changed or whatever doesn't mean shit as abusers do that in order to manipulate others and isolate their victim. I do think that people can change, they should just do it far away from vurnerable people and their victims. I wish Q or literally anyone on the qsmp team would talk about it bc it makes a lot of people uncomfortable and also is very very questionable but idk if we are going to get any type of response at all. Which honestly is very frustrating.

The doxxing thing, I don't believe it but if it's true hope they're ok.

While I don't think a content creator should have to scold their fanbase every time something happens, they should still have a serious talk, and explicitly show and say they won't tolerate it when it's something big happens or if the actions were very harmful. Especially when its something that has genuine real life consequences. This counts for every content creator imo and isn't just a dream or quackity thing. So yeah I do think that it should be addressed.

And i hope that the person who got doxxed is ok

#mercury.txt #asks #anonymous #cc critical

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dteamain · 1 year

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i'm sorry, i should have specified i was kinda responding more to the accusatory anons, not you, jenna, my bad. i'm pretty reactive to things about foolish and i think it shows :/ you're very correct, inviting people through dms or discord while they're streaming isn't too much of an issue since it's still somewhat private, but asking directly in a twitch chat would be a lot weirder. i've even held back from expressing myself in a twitch chat and instead talked in a discord chat instead because it felt much less 'confront this streamer and make them have a response to this situation', even though the discord was open to the public. i think it's something to do with general social niceties and good manners.

oh it's no problem i just thought it was funny that i had so many doozer in the askbox defending foolish's honour😭

as bella pointed out in the replies of an ask michael mcchill was invited vía dream getting fans to go into his twitch chat like i just don't think asking live is the issue

it's more so making sure you ask the right people. dream wasn't going to go to pewdiepie and asking him to be in the dreamsmp bc big creators like that are not going to prioritize your project or give it the attention it needs. inviting small creators who are passionate and want that spot before you even ask is going to get you a long way inviting people that other people on the smp are vouching for is the same thing. these people want to be there.

already with some of q's picks like dantdm and wilbur and what not were stupid these people are busy and have other shit to do the qsmp adds nothing to their portfolio that isn't already there they very clearly prioritize their own stuff before q's bc why wouldn't they

#anon

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angelsandarsenic · 2 years

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I've been putting off writing the Dream SMP Racing AU (refer to this post) for so long and I still can't do more of it yet, so have some excerpts from my favorite chapters so far instead

——-(not all chapters have names yet)——- The sleek black and white car was only just coming around the corner when it's opponent was already at the other end of the final strip. It’s purple accents shone brightly like a promise of victory but at the moment, it wasn’t very promising. Tommy groaned and dropped his face into his hands. What the fuck was he thinking, sponsoring a completely new racer that he didn't even know?! That had been stupid and impulsive even for him, and now it was coming back to bite him in the ass. Tommy couldn't watch. It was over, they had lo-

The crowed gasped loud and Tommy couldn't help the way his head shot back up, eyes hungrily finding the race strip, raw with hope. The purple flash had already almost completely faded, but there he was. Ender was right up next to his challenger and absolutely gunning it, easily passing him, just in time for the final corner. When the fuck did he-?! The other racer clearly hadn't recovered from the shock by the time Ender cut him off ruthlessly, forcing him to swerve wildly. Such an aggressive move wasn't necessary, the newbie would have passed the man by a long shot without it, no matter how weak he was around curves. Tommy hollered like a madman when he broke the finish line. HOLY SHIT, we won!!

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Sometimes Brotherly Bonding is Amassing Several Felonies: (cw: guns, illegal activity)

A mass of red and blue painted the sky out on the near horizon, far more than just a couple measly officers, all surrounding an elegant black mercedez. A short burst in traffic flow brought Tommy almost right up to the scene, but it quickly halted again. The blonde's mouth fell open when he realized that it was no crash, certainly no DUI arrest, but a full felony traffic stop, and everyone else seemed just as eager to watch as he was.

Felon or not, Tommy thought the amount of police that had responded was a tad excessive. Not that he would know any better, that was just a lot of flashing lights for a single guy who was so compliantly turning away and dropping to their knees. Every officer had their guns trained on the person's back as hands adorned with several rings came up to cup the back of their head, blossom pink hair falling over their face, parting around a divoted ear so a golden sword earring and an emerald could glitter against their skin.

Holy fuck that was Technoblade.

(...leave some to suspense :)..)

Technoblade's screams of "No, no, no, no, no, no- !" cut off abruptly when they hit the ground. For a terrifying moment, his entire body jolted with pain, all his breath exiting his lungs in a mind numbing gasp and he was completely frozen with shock. His heart jumped up into his throat when the car skidded on only two wheels over the slippery dirt, Tommy fighting with the steering and ground wheels desperately to regain some semblance of control. Half the car dropped down into the poorly taken care of grass beside the road and jarred Tommy again, enough to bring him back to his senses and slam his foot back on the pedal, this time with more defined purpose to the way he jerked the wheel to get them back on course. His hands were still shaking like a mad man's and the vehicle hadn't stopped bouncing from the impact, but they were fully on the road again, spraying dirt and pebbles in their wake.

In Tommy's adrenaline fueled, scared shitless mind, that whole circus of fearing every breath might be his last had gone on for far too long. To the rest of the world, it had only been a few minutes.

None of the patrol cars dared follow them, even if they had been able to turn in time.

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Driving felt dangerous.

He was too angry and upset to care whether or not he swerved off to either side of the rode and crashed. His speed was only fifty, but it felt fast--too fast. Every twitch into one direction, every massive truck that could flatten him in his car like a bug on a windshield, every blinding flash of someone's headlights in his eyes that could send him careening off course...it scared him. It felt like just enough moments not completely focused on keeping him on the road in the right direction would inevitably lead to destruction. Even so he couldn’t stop fading in and out of the present, speed slowly raising to 55…60…70…

Tommy would love this, Tubbo thought. He would have no problem with the speed, no problem with the winds blowing his hair, even though it would just as soon tear him apart.

Numbly he noticed that he had drifted over to ride the center line. He should really fix that before something bad happened, but he really couldn't bring himself to care.

It was fine, Tubbo decided. This road was always empty anyway, and no one else would be out here this late at night.

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Dead Man's Hand:

"Are you old enough to be gambling?" Quackity raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"I don't know, am I old enough for you to collect money off my already illegal races?"

The man paused his shuffling for a millisecond. "...You look young for 21, but that's not my business. Five card?"

"Yes."

He dealt and dropped the keys to the car into the pot. "Jacks are wild." They both picked up their cards.

One pair...two pair and one is high...and a wild card. This is a great fucking hand!

(...)

Tommy flipped over his hand. Eight of Spades, Eight of Clubs, Ace of Spades, Ace of Clubs, and a Jack. "Full house."

Quackity stared in horror.

#Accelerate #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp accelerate #accelerate au #dsmp au #Dream smp racing au #ranboo #tubbo #tubbo angst #technoblade #dream #philza #quackity #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #mcyt #angel writes #fanfiction blurbs #fanfic preview

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bunybunn · 2 years

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You know something I feel not enough people talks about is why characters in the story specifically during season 3 often put the blame on c!Tommy without trying to prove that those characters were in the wrong. I feel it often overlooks the characters that feel like they were wrong by c!Tommy.

So why was that teen always blamed? The answer is quite simple, it's because he is the troublemaker. In the first two sessions he is almost always in the centrum of any chaos there is, whether it's getting his discs back, creating a nation or getting revenge for his dead cow. During that time the one involved in the trouble was in fact c!Tommy. It shouldn't be surprising that when people look back on what happened on the server during those first sessions they are bitter towards him. His previous actions gave him a very negative reputation that made people who weren't close to him see him in a negative light (for example Bbh and Hbomb), I feel like people believe that c!Tommy blew up community house really shows that. After all it was something that he would do, hell, he even proposed that idea to c!Technoblade a day prior.

This leads to another thing that makes it easy to blame c!Tommy, his character. You see during first sessions he was that followed his emotions rather then logic and often did stupid things because of that. He was often first one to get into a fight. The other thing was his 'I'm in the right' attitude that made him often pushed other people concerns away and also the thing that put him in the leader role. Additionally his plans usually fucus on gathering people and motivating them to fight for what he believes so its easy to point at him when that fight go wrong or when people stop believing in c!Tommy's vision. That was what happened in case of characters of c!Niki, c!Jack Manifold and c!Fundy. They lost their trust in c!Tommy. They start to notice c!Tommy's connections to previous problems as well. C!Fundy realised that c!Tommy was often the one leading them into useless battles that brings nothing but destruction while c!Jack felt like c!Tommy always was pushing him aside never really caring. In c!Niki case both of those elements were present.

It's also important to remember that there are members that didn't really experienced c!Dream being horrible but did experienced c!Tommy being a menace. Additionally with c!Tommy being c!Wilbur's right hand man a lot of bitter feelings people had about what c!Wilbur, who was at the time dead, did were redirected at c!Tommy.

None of that means that c!Tommy should be or deserves to be blamed. Still when talking about story of Dream smp the perspective is always important and it's always good to ask yourself why would a character feel like they do from their point of view.

#dream smp #tommy critical #i think?#I will tag it just in case #tommyinnit #niki nihachu #fundy #jack manifold

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chaolie · 1 year

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Devoted to Peace, Devoted to you, Day 6

[What is this?] [Day 1] [Prev]

Fundy wakes up to... no breakfast. He wonders if it's because he got to pick his own dinner last night or if Dream is still out hunting and forgot to arrange anything. Well, after some time of wondering, Sapnap brings him a singular apple and mutters somehow about how this is all stupid and useless.

Joke's on him, this apple is probably as much food as he'd get for the entire day during the revolution.

Dream arrives not long after, claiming that he just got back from his trip and asking if Fundy had a normal breakfast. Fundy decides that this is his opportunity to check if the "only-a-single-apple" thing was planned, so he says "Yeah, normal breakfast!" and watches Dream's reaction. He looks... genuinely relieved.

He makes casual conversation after that, "How are you" and all. Fundy says he's getting a bit antsy and could use some fresh air (in order to gather more information on the Greater SMP's layout) and Dream offers to take him on a walk. They talk and for once, Fundy can't tell if Dream is trying to get something out of him or not. When he's asked what he usually does to untangle his thoughts, he's honest: He likes to write things out.

It's then that they run into Sapnap, who is very confused to see them both. He asks Dream why he's walking the prisoner, and Dream reminds him that Fundy's more of a hostage and should be treated like a person. The answer only baffles him more, but he accepts that and leaves.

Dream explains that some people are upset that he agreed to take Fundy in as a hostage because they were convinced that despite their "lack of resources" (he's still sticking to that lie) they could've kept fighting. They reach the edge of a forest that separates their countries and sit down.

For a moment, Fundy feels like being genuine and admits that he's starting to feel rather homesick. Theh he remembers he shouldn't look so vornulable, so he continues with a "haha but your presence here is making me feel much better haha-" and they continue chilling by the forest.

Eventually, Dream says he has to do something important so Fundy needs to go back to his "house". Jokingly, Fundy's like" oh nooo please don't,, I can be nice and follow you around,," and Dream tells him maybe some other time. That's still a bit of a win so he peacefully lets Dream take him back to his "house".

Sapnap is also the one to bring him food for the night, but this time it's as much food as he usually gets these days. He's also less hostile, though clearly still unsure what to make of this. Well, Fundy couldn't care less, everything seems fine right now.

#fundywastaken #fwt #devoted to peace devoted to you

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oceanlue · 1 year

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i was wondering if you could right a fluff with people from the dream smp and their male s/o

(I know who sent this heheheh)

💚Dream🙂🗡

He didn't know he could feel this way everyone thought that he was a ruthless cruel man that he doesn't have feelings at all

Until he laid his eyes on you the most handsome man that he have ever the eyes on

At first he was nervous and at first you were confused you thought he wanted something from you he wanted was to ask you on a date but his stupid brain and heart won't let him

His brain keeps on going miles from Miles thinking of the possibilities that could not do right or do right in the right way his heart on the other hand kept on beating so fast that it was hard to focus

So when you have the courage to ask you he fainted that's right dream the man with the mask fainted

When he woke up you were right beside him making sure he was okay and didn't get attacked

" you know I kind of thought that you would just leave me here defenseless but I think I might like you and I was wondering if you would like to go on picnic date if you're willing to"

Of course you agreed and ever since then on you two have been having these little dates even when he was in prison you still enjoyed his company

He doesn't care about The Whispers that go around he just loves to spend his time with you

🧡Sapnap🔥🏹

He was just on his way to hunt for some food since he's low on stock he thought he heard some animals so he shot his arrow and slightly missed a handsome young man

He was concerned and he apologized so quickly that you can identify what he was saying to you

After he apologized and paid you with the diamond for a sorry you two start talking more and more and eventually you guys started to date

Through the weeks that you guys dated he started to like you for more than just what you look like really loved for both things your personality and your looks

"I know it's kind of early for me to say this but I want to spend the rest of my life with you like a flaming hot fire that never extinguishes and that will burn forever with love and passion that will burn for you"

Mostly your days are consisted by cuddling each other in the bed on the couch or basically anywhere where it's peace and quiet other days you're just making home cooked meals being each other's presents as a flaming passion of Fire

💙George😴👓

At first he was just taking a nap as he always does cuz he's so tired

Until somebody came to ask if he was fine he woke up rubbed his eyes and looked up to see man but it wasn't no ordinary man he was beautiful

He was kind of shed ask what was going on until he asked if he was okay cuz he was just lying here of course George said he's fine he was just taking a nap

Through the weeks you got to know him you thought you was a very adorable

You even brought him some lunch and snacks for when you guys weren't too busy and you too can hang out

"So I was wondering since it's been a while since we hang out but I know that's strange to ask would you want to go on a date with me"

Most days you guys took naps but on the other days you guys just hang out with each other not doing much but just basking in each other's presents

Even just making flower crowns in a quiet peaceful area

❤Technoblade🛡⚔

The blood God.... the blade..... the one who doesn't trust........he has many names and many tales and yet he met you

He was just on patrol around his house just to check for any enemies and any mobs that dare come to his territory

And then he saw you you were doing nothing but just getting wood he approached you quietly to see if you were dangerous but all he had to do was take one look in the eyes and he's hooked

You saw him and thought he was going to hurt you but he just waved a little shy you heard all the rumors about him and all the names

But you weren't going to let that take over your mind when you can just get to know him and learn the truth

And that's exactly what you did

Over the months you got to know him he started to trust you more and more you helped him around the house to help them upgrade his armor and his weapons and even helped him make some potions

So he finally think he can trust you so he gave you an emerald of friendship

Meaning you're one of the people that he can trust and he can count on

More months went by and he started to have these feelings and so he decided to just go out with it and ask you out on a date

"Hey I know this is kind of weird coming from me and you're one of the many few people I can trust so I know you won't hurt me in some way but would you like to go for a......date"

He was so nervous of your answer so when you heard you giggle his heart started beating then the voices said is it a good sign is it a bad sign what is it

And you absolutely said yes he was happy for the first time in forever he can finally feel what love feels like

And now he will protect you by any means necessary

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Hope u like it

Peace out

💙💙💙

#dsmp dream #technoblade #sapnap #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #r.i.p technoblade #rest in peace technoblade

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theppandaboyyy · 2 years

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hi so im having a crisis at the moment and really need advice. this post will be really long (probably) and if you dont want to read it thats fine. i just need a space to vent and maybe get some advice from some people.

so i am 16 years old. ever since i was newly 6 years old, i started watching minecraft youtubers. the first one i ever watched was dantdm. i remember feeling so safe and at home when i watched him as a kid. i used to get bullied really badly in elementary school, so when i had a bad day at school or if i really just had a bad day in general and was overwhelmed, i turned to dan’s content. it gave me a space to feel safe when life got too crazy for me. as i got older, i stuck with dantdm for comfort. i started getting really into minecraft, and finding more content creators who liked the same things i did. i remember watching the first episode of dandtm’s diamond dimensions series, and i realized something. THIS is what i want to be when i grew up. i wanted to make content, i wanted to be able to just mess around on a minecraft server with my friends or by myself and people enjoy it. i wanted to make people smile. i even made some stupid vlogs on youtube, just because it made me happy. i went to school with this aspiration, and it got shot down. people told me that since i was born a female, i would never make it. i would never be what i wanted to be. and my little self couldnt understand that because ldshadowlady made it. laurenzside made it. i just couldn’t understand why people were telling me i would never make it as a little girl when some of the people that inspired me were female. so after that, i kept that to myself and went along with every other little girl my age. “i wanna be a vet!” butthat never felt right to me. now as i got to middle school, i was scared to tell people who i wanted to be. i was in my shell, scared to make people see who i actually was. i found my friends over the years of middle school, and they gave me a little bit of the confidence i needed back then to be who i am today. when covid first happened, i was at a low point in my life. i couldnt see my friends, my cousins, my crush at the time, and it mentally killed me. being on my own with nothing to do all day killed me. but, i found my outlet in playing video games. i would play on my dads old systems in my basement, i would play super mario brothers, this one racing game we had, sonic, all the old stuff. and when i wasnt playing those, i was on my dads pc playing roblox with my friends, playing free games on steam, or the sims. i really found my way of getting out my stresses and just havung fun. now around that time, i discovered the dream smp. which at the time, was a new multiplayer server that a couple streamers were on. i watched technoblade first, but because of him u discovered people like dream, sapnap, tommyinnit and tubbo. now i really looked up to tommy and tubbo, theyre only a two years older than me and theyre doing exactly what ive aspired to do since i was 6 years old. i watched their content, watched what they did. i wanted to be just like them. my yearning to be a streamer only grew as i was watching more and more people who were very close to my age grow and succeed at doing what i want to do. now, i have people in my life who have supported me in becoming a content creator, i have the money to buy a gaming setup. i still really, really want to be a content creator. i want to give people, kids, the same safe space that dantdm gave me. i mean when i was overwhelmed, or scared, or had a bad day, they were what i turned to to make myself happy. now as ive gotten older, ive learned so much about content creating and how it can mess with your head if youre not careful. how it can go wrong and not gain any traction at all. but i really, really want to do this. but at the same time, i have another job aspiration i could do. but i know that id forever regret not at least trying to be a content creator. i guess what im here to ask is, what should i do? should i just take the jump and try streaming ? (if you made it this far ily thank you for reading my little rant <3)

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