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Started watching a friend (@/hamletteprinceofdenmark) play slay the princess last night and decided to sketch my interpretations of some of the aspects we’ve encountered (which is my way of talking around it in case they see this :P)

#the skeptic was the hardest lmao #tag dump starts here: #slay the princess #stp #stp skeptic #stp hero #stp smitten #stp fanart #slay the princess fanart #lacydoesherbest

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Gay awakenin- I mean uh…… horse girls

#fun facts: I wanna redesign them fully at some point but #adagio I based off Beyoncé and sonata I based off Ariana grande #aria was all Pinterest lol #lacydoesherbest #mlp #eqg #mlp eqg #adagio dazzle #aria blaze #sonata dusk #mlp art #mlp equestria girls #equestria girls #mlp eg fanart

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cringetober day 1 - heterochromia

this is a collab with @titsoutfortntduo who drew Tubbo :] bee duo kicking off this month. also its a day late because yesterday was a panic attack slash gensrs but im so okay and day 2 coming later tonite

here's sock's post :]

#cringetober #cringetober 2023 #ranboo #ranboo fanart #mcyt #dream smp #bee duo #bee duo fanart #lacydoesherbest #eyestrain tw

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So I’m very normal

#if you saw me post and then delete this it’s bc the og pic was god awful #anyways shoddy perspective yadda yadda idc I’m super gay #mcyt #ranboo #ranboo live #ranboo fanart #ranboofanart #lacydoesherbest

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cringetober day 2 - self insert. this is what I look like. yes. heart eyes for cquackity and all

click for better quality. Tumblr hates me

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I like the silly vhs buddies

#amanda the adventurer #ata amanda #ata wooly #lacydoesherbest

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Pantoum For My Brother’s Inevitable Return - a c!crimeboys poem that has gone through zero editing nor peer review.

#lacydoesherbest #mcyt #dream smp #crime boys #Wilbur soot #tommyinnit

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in the quiet of his bedroom, quackity hugs a pillow to his chest.

despite the fact he's ordered for the best blackout curtains he can find to be in his room, the neons of the city outside blare in around the cracks and offend even his closed eyes. it's nothing like El Rapids was. There was light in the night then, too, but only from the lanterns floating languidly above the neighboring country of L'manberg. those lights had been warm and comforting rather than blaring and loud when Quackity was just trying to sleep.

He hugs the pillow closer, but he wasn't made to hold. He was made to be held. Even Schlatt had known that much, the rare time it had happened. But mostly, he was made to be held against a warm sturdy chest that heaved with the steadiness of a sleepy bass line, or in arms so long and awkward they could wrap around him twice yet never be uncomfortable. he wasn't made to hold.

but holding is better than nothing.

he hugs the pillow closer.

#hey guys I heard we're coping tonight <<< we (me and the mutuals #mcyt #dream smp #karlnapity #quackity #sapnap #karl jacobs #lacydoesherbest

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full disclosure this is a titanic au. also suicidal ideation warning

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Your ring is heavy on your finger (later, Sapnap says you'd sink straight to the bottom if you went overboard with a diamond that size). The glare from it gives you a headache to look at too long so you ignore it. Stuff your hand into a pocket when you can. Sit on it. clasp your left one over your right when you talk to others like it's a disgusting secret. It isn't. You should be showing it off to the other bachelors and bachelorettes your age- it's your most exciting gossip and your father claims it something to be proud of. You don't know why you're not.

When you make it to the SMP, you will marry him. This sets in when you exit your carriage at the port and stare up at the massive ship that's to safely carry you over. The shadow it casts over the crowd around you is suffocating, like if it listed too far to one side it would crush you. You wonder, briefly, if that would be a better fate than having to step foot on it at all.

Your stateroom is luxurious when you are guided into it. Your arm is on his, and he chats up the staff with a yellowed cigar smile that you'll soon be forced to kiss. When you're dismissed, you do everything you can to clear your head from the impending brewing storm. You walk the decks, you rest your eyes, you speak with the crew.

It is only after the ship has left port and you're sitting crowded in the dining hall to the ambiance of clinking silverware and guarded voices that aren't allowed any hint of earnestly that you realize you are absolutely fucked.

You are stumbling over your own feet as you run aft. You haven't been able to run in a long time- haven't been given the permission to. Now you don't need it. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once and even as you are sobbing, breaths ripping from your own chest, it is all you can cling to. For the first time in years, it is the rarest semblance of control you have as the railing to the very back of the ship draws nearer and nearer and you collapse against it, relying on it fully to support your weight as you stare over it, the black water below churning angrily and you want to yell into it the way it seems to yell back.

It is the most terrified and most free you have felt your entire life, and as you step over the railing it's desperate, fleeting. A last ditch attempt to save yourself from an imprisoned life, your father's expectations, your fiancé's lust that scathes. And you are clinging to the railing, on the other side of it now, hanging off and taking your last breaths before you let go. The final freedom.

"Don't do it."

You nearly let go in shock at the foreign voice, but you don't. Your head whips back to search for the presence and land on a boy. Your age, if you had to guess. Blackened, smooth hair tied back with a dirty white strip, crinkled cheap button down. Definitely not first class. But he gives you space as you bite back for him to fuck off, and his dark eyes are filled with some semblance of concern, which is stupid because this boy doesn't know you, has no grasp on the world you live in, and you didn't ask for him to stop you.

You scream at him. You say you'll let go, you'll do it if he doesn't back off.

He looks you up and down. His eyes narrow. And somehow he realizes, cleverly, that blind concern won't work. So he meets your gaze levelly, doesn't shy away from it (even Schlatt shies away when you're in a pissy mood, says he doesn't want to deal with you), and says "No you won't."

"The fuck do you mean 'I won't', asshole!? You don't fucking know me."

"Well if you like, actually wanted to do it, you would've already."

You pause at that. In fact, you're not sure how long you've been sitting on the precipice to die, but you know deep down it's because of a hesitation. A hesitation you hate.

"Well for fuck's sake, can't I have a minute before I kill myself?" You scoff at him, laughing at the sheer audacity this man has. Like even when you're given the chance, someone is still trying to prevent you from your own destiny you want to choose.

He pauses, shrugs, then reaches down to untie and toss off his boots. "... Okay. Take your time. But the more you wait the more nervous I'm gonna get to jump in after you."

You blink, stunned. You laugh and call his bluff. "Fuck off. You won't."

He sighs, rolling up his sleeves. "Nah, man. No turning back now, y'know? I'm too invested now."

"To rob my corpse and sell off my clothing?"

Something, hurt or offense flashes by his face, and for a brief moment you feel bad for judging him so harshly. But he shakes his head, and like an absolute oaf claims, "Nope. Because this is like, destiny, you know?"

"... Excuse me?"

"I mean, I'm the only person here to see you. Gotta mean something, right?" His eyes flick down, you think to linger on the cross that swings in the wind on your chest, "Some sort of fate."

"You believe in that shit?" You laugh.

"I mean, living my life the way I do, you kinda gotta. Like, uh... actually, funny story- I grew up in the SMP in this area called Kinoko. It's uh, real pretty, but it gets cold in the winter and I, uh... I was out on the lake one day some years back and I got too cocky trying to show off to my old friend. I was trying to like, skate over the ice in my boots. Like, ice skating." He pauses, "Ice skating is when you-"

"I know what ice skating is!"

"Okay! Jesus, sorry. You just don't really seem like an outdoorsy guy, y'know?" He's inched closer to the railing, not far from you now, but you aren't scared of him touching you. You feel less and less like a cornered animal as he talks to you conversationally like this is a simple chance meeting rather than a life or death situation that you've decided for yourself. There's something grounding in his voice with its country twang, almost melodic in its cadence. "But the ice was thinner than I thought, basically, and it broke and I fell in. And with water like, that cold... it's like you can't even think, anymore. Like, all the heat gets sucked out of your body and you're just paralyzed. Can't move, can't swim, can't scream. I just bobbed there and I thought I was gonna die. But then this skinny kid just throws his arms in after me and pull me out from nowhere. Like, I don't even know this kid, and he saved my life just 'cause he happened to be there. Completely fate, right? And now?" He laughs, "He's my best friend. His name's Karl, he's uh- rooming with me on the boat now 'cause of pure luck, honestly. And just... sometimes people like that come out of nowhere. Can't be coincidence, I guess. Meant to be, or something."

You blink at him, gawking at the concept that such things can be random occurrences and not predestined events. You also think he's an idiot for believing in such fairytales. You ignore how your chest aches and wishes it could be that naïve too.

He holds your gaze a long moment before shrugging. "Which is why I'm not super stoked to jump in after you. Like, that water down there's gonna be twice as cold as that. I mean, I'll probably freeze up again, but I'm gonna try. But like, sorry in advance if I'm not like the most heroic rescuer. Because I'll be freezing my ass off."

And he was... still serious about jumping in after you. Your voice shakes embarrassingly as you ask, "That cold?"

"Yup."

"You're fucking insane."

"I mean, maybe, but... forgive me for saying this, uh, sir, but I'm not the one who's hanging off the back of a giant boat right now."

And you are not insane! The audacity of him to think... to think that...

This kid probably lived on the streets and you, coddled your whole life, was the one suffering? About to risk your life and his for your own selfish decision?

(Because as stupid as it seems, somehow, you believe him when he says he's gonna jump in after you. There's something in his eyes that deems it true.)

There's a hand extended towards you you see from the corner of your eye. You detach one hand, frozen on the rail, and raise it to rest it in his. Contrasting from the cold metal, his skin is warm and welcoming and calloused. A strong but sturdy grip takes you as he comes next to you, breaths mingling in steam in the air as he takes your second hand and turns you around. You are now face to face, separated by only the rail and the wind. Up close, you see his eyes are charcoal down to the iris, a soft but sturdy color.

"... I'm, uh, Sapnap. That's what my friends call me," He says.

With a shaking voice you politely say back, "Alexis Quackity HQ."

"I don't think those three words have ever existed in the same sentence ever."

You laugh at that, startling yourself as a warm bubble escapes your previously constricted chest. Your hands are being held by a caring person and you feel lighter, despite the tears that still dry on your face. He looks at you like you matter more than as a puzzle piece.

And even when you slip as he tries to bring you back over the railing, even as you dangle and scream above the waves and the realization that you don't want to die, you never wanted to die, strikes you fearfully and frantically, he doesn't let go.

#wrote this all in my anthropology class good lord im so bored #anyways sorry my demons #mcyt #dream smp #jschlatt #karlnapity #karl jacobs #sapnap #quackity #suicide tw #lacydoesherbest

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people of Tumblr I present - the dream smp GUESS WHO GAME

Make a copy of that file so you can edit it and boom! hours of fun with friends with plenty of memorable characters along with a couple more shitposty ones. Free to use and free to edit for whoever you want to put in it!! enjoy :]

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I see the player you mean.

The arching entrance of the white castle intimidates you as you take each small step towards it.

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The finale of But You And I Will Always Be Back Then is here. read the whole story on AO3, linked above. thank you all for bearing with me <3 sending love

#and when I say finale I don't mean quackity clickbait finale I mean she's done : #fuck I cant do a tear emoji #imagine a crying emoji #ahaha Im so nervous this doesn't even feel real #but well . here we go. thanks y'all <3 #mcyt #dream smp #byaiwabbt #quackity #karlnapity #karl jacobs #sapnap #lacydoesherbest #<3333

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The realization struck him and Karl’s downcast eyes snapped up to meet Quackity’s. They were wide, like he’d just came to the same conclusion Karl had.

“And if he’d killed me, would that have been better?” Karl asked, voice sounding like it wasn’t coming from his own mouth, “To prove he could trust you? Anything to let you ‘save the country’?”

Quackity blinked in horror as Karl’s eyes started to water.

“Karl—“ He mumbled apologetically, “You know that’s not— c’mon, now—“

He reached to take Karl’s hands. Karl ripped his away before the touch could burn him. Preemptive betrayal stung his chest, winding up tight as he stood.

“I think I wanna be alone for a bit,” He stated before walking away. He didn’t want Quackity to see those tears.

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Chapter 12 of BYAIWABBT is up! Read the rest on AO3 :]

#mcyt #dream smp #karlnapity #nihachu #quackity #karl jacobs #tommyinnit #tubbo #lacydoesherbest #byaiwabbt

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“But… I— I shouldn’t have overreacted,” Dream continued nervously, as though he hadn’t just turned Sapnap’s whole world on its head, “I’m sorry. I’ll…” He paused, “I’ll think about inviting more people, okay? But for now, I just…” He trailed off.

Sapnap swallowed and forced himself to tune back in. “Just… want this?” He offered.

“Yeah,” Dream whispered, breathy with relief, and his words held new weight with the way he swiped a thumb lovingly over Sapnap’s knuckles, “Just this.”

Trying not to show how punched he felt, Sapnap muttered, “Just for tonight?”

“… And maybe longer.”

In the quiet of the community house, Dream and Sapnap discuss the future of their new home and how much they want to keep this slice of paradise to themselves.

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Read the rest on AO3!

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As if something snapped, Quackity shouted loud enough to rouse the trees, “You’re not the fucking boss of me! You’re my fucking fiancé— that trumps anything else, doesn’t it!? Find a new fucking Vice President for all I care— get someone who will do whatever you say just like you want! Fine! But we are engaged!” He held up his hand and pointed to the ring on his finger in accusation, “And you having a higher position over me doesn’t change that you said you fucking love me, okay!?”

Schlatt, for once, seemed stunned into silence, as though he never thought Quackity to be capable of such an outburst. He blinked cartoonishly, bottle and pickaxe limp at his sides, and Karl swelled with pride, holding in a whoop of joy. That was his baby! Maybe he wouldn’t even need to step in, if Quackity seemed like he had it handled.

And then Schlatt started to laugh.

It was a flat, limp, disbelieving laugh as he quietly— too quietly— mumbled, “Yeah? You’re not my Vice President anymore?”

Quackity, straightening with newfound confidence, crossed his arms and shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, you know what? Fuck it. I quit.”

“... Then get off my property.”

Chapter 11 of BYAIWABBT is out now! Read the rest on AO3 :]

#no excuses as to why it took so Long this time sorry haha *die #mcyt #dream smp #karlnapity #jschlatt #sapnap #karl jacobs #quackity #byaiwabbt #lacydoesherbest

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"You smoke?"

Tommy looked over at Schlatt. He was shaking a cigarette out of a pack and into his hand. Where he'd gotten it, Tommy didn't know. It was the afterlife; he didn't expect drugs to be in the afterlife.

"Fuckin'... no, I don't smoke," He huffed back, "What do you fuckin'..."

Schlatt shrugged, brought the cigarette to his lips, produced a lighter, and lit up. "Your loss."

Wilbur had warned Tommy that occasionally they'd fade in and out. The afterlife wasn't a concrete plane to be in, he'd said, so Tommy should prepare for him to pop in and out occasionally.

Tommy had thought he was ready. He was not.

He'd clung to the man ever since he'd died. He was the only person he had left who cared. At least, the only person he had left who cared and he could still talk to. And even if Wilbur was only going to be gone for a little bit (though time worked so strangely here, who really knew?), Tommy wasn't ready for that separation.

And he sure as hell wasn't ready to be left alone with Jschlatt.

He didn't like kids, that much was obvious. Or anyone, really.

Apparently he and Wilbur had talked quite a bit before Tommy's arrival, which Tommy couldn't blame him for; Wilbur had to talk to somebody, and until now the afterlife didn't have any options except for the previous tyrant. But the moment Schlatt had seen Tommy, palpable disgust had formed on his face and he had fled the scene.

That was fine by Tommy. He didn't like Tommy, and Tommy didn't like him.

But now that Wilbur was gone for a while, being around Schlatt was better than being alone.

Schlatt coughed after a drag. Tommy eyed him uneasily.

Schlatt didn't have scars, Tommy was noticing. Wilbur did. He had a big ugly one in his chest from where Phil had stabbed him, gaping and hard to ignore. Schlatt, having not died to something so physical, had no such thing. But his eyes looked vacant, tired, and bloodshot, and drool seemed to constantly drip down his chin. Disgusting motherfucker, Tommy thought.

It did get him thinking, though. He hadn't seen himself once since his death. When he'd asked Wilbur about his gash, Wilbur had confessed that all the injuries they'd received subsequent to their death would probably remain and hurt forever. Tommy himself had aches all over his body; Dream had done a number on him. He was left with a head that pounded almost constantly and a body that throbbed with every movement.

He wondered how he looked.

He cleared his throat and called, "Oi, bitch."

Schlatt looked to him, unimpressed. "Hm?"

"Ey, uh... so we're all a bit ghost-y now, yeah?"

"Sure."

"You gots your little... red... devil horns, 'n Wilbur's got his scar..." Tommy crossed his arms, "... What do I look like?"

Schlatt took pause, pulling the cigarette from his mouth. His lips fell to a frown as he scanned Tommy up and down, his eyes filling up with something that was almost, almost pity. Tommy's stomach sank; that didn't bode well.

Schlatt tore his eyes away from him and shook his head, gaze cast down.

Tommy swallowed nervously. "Well?"

The only thing Schlatt said after a long pause was, "Stay away from mirrors, kid."

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