#last leaf smp

[lastleafsmp]

The Victor

Congrats once more to Aspen for literally 1v5ing the entire rest of the cast and ascending to Watcherdom. This is Last Leaf, signing out :)

#mcyt #trafficblr #life series #traffic life series #last life smp #minecraft #minecraft smp #last leaf smp

[booger-d-weed]

The Hog

Sucked me to Death.

#booger d weed #last leaf smp #booger down #the hog #gawk hog 3000 #llsmp

[starmeadowsystem]

I was going to join a cool looking smp i found on tumblr, but then:

-Stella

#last leaf smp #fuck sysmeds #tw sysmed #tw exclusionism #exclus are mid tbh #seriously #i would have genuinely considered joining if it werent for these FUCKING EXCLUS #might make my own short smp just to piss them off lol #anti exclusionist #anti sysmed #anti system exclusionist #endo safe

[kratergate]

compilation of my scottpulse LL au art!

They are so fun to draw, i don’t have an explanation for this at all, whoops

#impulsesv #smajor #scott smajor #smajor1995 #trafficshipping #last life smp #last life fanart #scottpulse #traffic series #scottpulse fanart #trafficblr #scott smajor if you see this no you dont #<is shaking like a leaf #ryan's art

[d1sc0-1nfern0]

Philosophy With Disco: The Importance of Death in a World with Immortality (And Subsequently Why Fable is an Idiot)

On Fable SMP, Fable is on the warpath in a grief-driven, mad attempt to usurp the primordials and end death forever. This is single-handedly the worst thing he could do for himself, the other gods, and the world as a whole, and it all comes down to how the finite nature of death is vital in a world with immortality. This is a long one, so get comfy.

Immortality is a curse. To us mortals, it seems like the most amazing thing ever, but when you actually stop and think about it, immortality is a miserable existence. There are no stakes. Unless you are killed, you will live forever. Anything you create will rot and fall apart, so you won’t be able to enjoy it forever. There’s only so many skills you can develop in an eternity. Boredom is inevitable. Eternity stretches on forever. There are no deadlines, no concrete timeline. Every day is the same, weeks pass without noticing, centuries drift by as easily as a leaf in the wind, because there’s nothing to hold on to. Nothing will last except for you, the immortal, a constant presence in an ever shifting landscape, a pointless permanence.

You see, in a world where there are beings who live forever, the introduction of beings who don’t live forever is crucial. An immortal needs someone else to focus on, something fleeting and temporary and interactable to take their focus off their own impending eternity, something to give life meaning. Mortals live for such a short time, a blink of an eye for an immortal, yet they live and love and laugh and cry and then they’re gone. Caring for mortals and assisting them is the most fulfilling thing an immortal can do.

The immortal won’t be able to enjoy art for eternity, but several generations of mortals will. The immortal doesn’t need food or water to sustain themself, but mortals rely on it. The powers of an immortal don’t seem like anything spectacular, but to mortals they’re an awe-inspiring, terrifying force worthy of respect.

To mortals, an immortal force brings help in trouble and feelings of safety, protection, and a reason to come together in communities. To immortals, mortal life brings meaning, urgency, and a tangible timeline to disrupt the mind-numbing monotony of eternity. They are mutually beneficial.

The most common trap that gods fall into is the trap of thinking of mortal beings as “lesser,” but that couldn’t be further from the truth. To immortals, mortal beings are the most important thing in existence. In fact, it's safe to say that immortals need mortals more than those mortals need them. Interestingly, Fable has the opposite problem. Fable absolutely adores the mortals he created with every fiber of his being. But that love blinded him, and he lost sight of the reason mortals are necessary to begin with. His love turned obsessive, similarly to Perix but infinitely more destructive, as his desperate drive to save the mortals he loves from their inevitable fates upends the system that kept the immortal world stable to begin with.

At least, that’s my thoughts, and I’d love to hear what others have to say about it. :)

#fable smp #fsmp #fsmpblr #fable theory #I'm a nerd for philsophy I'm sorry #I really just wrote an essay on the importance of death in a minecraft roleplay server #what is my life #anyway thank you for coming to my TED talk

[rokiixd]

Hermittober Day 7 - "Fall"

ao3 link at bottom

yesyes i know i could have done angst but my objective for this hermittober is to write as much ranchers fluff as possible.

[fall 2 year 3]

it’s that time of the year where leaves start to change and carpet the ground in layers of colour. normally in tango’s own world, the leaves don’t start falling until halfway through autumn. but due to their current circumstances (and possibly a bit of magic), the trees on their farm begin to shed their leaves on the first day of autumn.

jimmy, who has to rake the leaves and clean up the farm, doesn’t enjoy having to clean up after mother nature. but tango, who doesn’t have to rake the leaves (or rather, can’t, because he legitimately cannot resist jumping into a pile of leaves), enjoys it immensely.

take for example, their current predicament. jimmy is raking all the leaves off their yard while tango collects apples from a tree nearby. jimmy knows that the very second his leaf pile reaches a jumpable height, there most definitely will be an excited boyfriend rocketing toward the pile at mach speed. he doesn’t stop him though.

true to his prediction, jimmy sees his rancher perk up and turn in the direction of the pile. he moves away in anticipation for the belly flop– and sure enough, tango dives headfirst into the massive pile of leaves, giggling as the leaves fly everywhere. jimmy groans loudly, knowing that he’ll have to clean the mess up later.

“come on jimmy,” tango pouts, making grabby hands at him. jimmy rolls his eyes but falls into the pile beside tango. just this once , he thinks, knowing that this definitely has not and will not be the last time. oh well.

#jimmy solidarity #rancher duo #stardew au #tangotek #double life ranchers #hermittober #team rancher

[maxismp1]

"Can you make it rain again?"

DreamXD × GN!reader

It has been a long week in your small land that one God have gifted you long ago. It was not to far away yet not to close to the land of chaos, or rather said the SMP.

The God that gifted you such a beutiful land was no other then the God of other gods, DreamXD, but you like to call him XD, it just seemed better that way.

You met the God at one of the many grass fields covered with flowers. You were laying there on your red blanket, next to your basket of many sweets and home made dishes.

He appeared out of nowhere and was looking at you, he thought that you would be scared like many others, or at least scream. But no, you gave him a kind smile and asked if he wanted any cake you got left.

No asking who he was, no asking his name. Just a kind smile and offer of your delicious strawberry cake.

That's was a start of long life friendship that will, like it's name, last until you lose your tree heart.

Now it became a weekly routine for both of you to meet at the field. No there were times that you couldn't come, and one of them is right now.

You weren't busy, you weren't sick, you just couldn't bring yourself to go. You looked out of your window to see the wind going in circles with brown leafs following it. It was him asking where are you.

With a bright smile as always, you poked you head out of the window and said

"Dear XD, I can not come today, but if you wish, you can come and visit the in the land you have given me"

The wind became softer and left in a way of his place. No much longer after there was golden shimmer in your bedroom, right infront of your bed.

"Hello XD "

You greeted

"Greetings y/n"

"I do apologise for not coming today but I just can't go, I'm not sick do not worry, I just don't have enough energy. And the weather is to hot for our ussual picnic"

The small smile under his mask that had and glowing golden XD carver on it never left his lips

"Is quiet alright my dear, but when u get better you better make me some of your cake"

Small giggle escaped you lips as you nodded along.

"Come lay with me, the bed maybe isn't big enogh for you but still, enjoy this evening with me XD"

His smile only getting bigger as he slowly climbs in to the bed. His wing spreading out full length, his four arms picking you up and laying you on to his belly, slowly covering you with his soft wings

"XD"

"Yeas my dear"

"Could you make it rain again?"

"Of course"

With flick of his wrist, the hot and sunny weather, became a soft rain and distant lightning

"Thank you"

You softly said in to his robes

"Your welcome "

Hello hello you lil shits. I'm bored so here you go... Anywayssss I'm gonna probably start writing again so yeah.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

#dreamxd #dreamxd x reader #dreamxd x you #mcyt x you #dsmp fanfic #dream x reader #c!dreamxd

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

SPIDERVERSE AU DESIGNS

I HAVE A FEWWWW :DD

so so so the basis for this au is that it's set in spiderverse. obviously. but the thing is, each smp is its own dimension, so each smp can only have one (1) spider-person. therefore if you request a character design from an smp already with a spiderman, they're gonna be a villain/other superpowered character. so far we have Jimmy as the spiderman of last life, and Scott as the spiderman of witchcraft.

also yes yes PLEASE request characters i'm having a blast with these, also pls remember that the drawings below are naught but references, none of them are final pieces and are just to flesh out how hte suits will look.

and uh yea, designs n stuff below the cut!! (it is traditional art as that's what i'm most comfortable with, colors are written in though)

Spider-Canary (AKA Jimmy Solidarity)

for those who can't read my messy handwriting (aka most ppl), here it is.

age: 17 pronouns: he/xe/leaf sexuality/romantic orientation: aromantic polysexual height: 5'7'' SMP: Last Life personality: friendly, outgoing, self-deprecating, people pleaser, impulsive, slightly narcissistic

"I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask to be Spider-Canary. But there are people out there who need my help, and I can't just sit by and let them suffer. Not anymore." -- Spider-Canary

Jimmy's suit is mainly yellow, his wings are a slightly darker shade of the same color. The stripes running from his head down his legs are blue, and his arms fade into a red, the same color of which is also highlighted under his eyes. Which are white. Obviously. And the spider on his chest is black, with its wings the same color as his wings.

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2. Spider-Witch (AKA Scott Smajor)

again just reiterating the things already written on there, because i have horrific handwriting.

age: 29 pronouns: they/them sexuality/romantic attraction: androsexual + androromantic height: 6'2'' personality: deeply empathetic, obsessive, thoughtful, melancholy, dryly humorous, reclusive, loyal

"You don't know anything about me. No one does. That's kind of the point, honestly." -- Spider-Witch

Scott's suit is mostly the same dark green found on his Witchcraft skin. Its complimentary colors are white for the skull, gloves, and feet, with a splash of dark green on the heels. The spider and all the spiderwebs are black, with a white background for the ones on his legs. The ribs on his shirt are also white, along with the collar, and the diagonal patches on the lower half of the legs are also black.

#scott smajor #smajor1995 #smajor #scott #scott major #dangthatsalongname #solidarity #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #jimmy solidaritygaming #jimmy #last life smp #the life series #traffic life series #traffic #felix's spiderverse au #witchcraft smp #wcsmp #witchcraft scott #necromancy scott #canary jimmy #spiderverse #ARTE FELIX ARTE

[fluffallamaful]

Scars and Feathers

🦙🦙🦙…

(kinda) written for Llama’s Lee Dream Month

— Day 5 (Scars)

this has quite honestly been a wip for so long damn long 😵‍💫 and it’s not late at all shh

inspiration taken from this ask from @starlightrosa from yonks ago :D

Summary: An AU where George and Dream actually get along on the smp. Dream is sad, George knows how to fix it, but wow his technique for cheering him up works so much better than both he and Dream remembered? STUPIDLY PLATONIC

Warnings: tickling, SCARS!! implied torture (in minecraft)

Word Count: 3340

hope you enjoy 👍🏼

🦙🦙🦙…

Water logged soil squelched beneath Dream’s feet, the once sunlit plain now receiving the full force of the blackened sky’s downpour, drenching the biome and its inhabitants in a cooling shower.

Perhaps he should have paid more attention to the growing grey mass that George had pointed out earlier, the soft rumbles of distant thunder having been heard even whilst he was sharpening his weapons that morning. But in all honesty he had just been so excited to take his friend out hunting — after quite literally weeks of convincing him — that he had just hoped that ignoring the weather’s promise would be enough to deter it…

He had been wrong...

Green eyes flickered over to the last few pigs that scampered off into the nearby forest’s sanctuary, Dream’s hands twitching as the thought for reaching his bow nudged at him. Even if he were to shoot and hit in this weather though, the fire aspect on his bow would not be applied, and so reluctantly he dropped his gaze back down with a huff, focusing it back onto the large oak tree ahead instead — the one that sat atop a hill, and had been deemed suitable enough to shield them from the cruel shift in weather, and was particularly chosen

As far as he could tell, George was still following closely behind him, but he was doing so in silence. The only way that Dream even knew that he was still keeping up with him was from the soft sound of tinkering rain pellets over netherite armour. He suspected that he could sense his disgruntled state, for the brunette had even refrained from mocking him once the first rain drops of the day had fallen. In fact he had not spoken a single word since.

By the time they reached the edge of the biome it had felt like hours had passed, and by the time they climbed the hill that the large oak resided on, it had felt like five more. Just as Dream suspected though, the oak served as the perfect escape from the changing weather, providing a dry space to sit comfortably under as they awaited for the storm to pass over, as well as an astonishing view.

He immediately unequipped his armour, laying it out in a neat line in front of the oak’s trunk, and letting out a mopey sigh as he slumped back against the solid wood. He peeled off his mask, frisbeeing it a couple of blocks in front of him and offering a meek smile to the George as the older did the same with his goggles and armour, before joining Dream against the tree.

For a while, the two explorers simply sat in silence, partly because neither of them knew what to say, but also partly because the weather’s antics were just so entrancing. Rumbles of thunder rolled over the plains, the passing dark clouds and occasional lightning strike aiding in the natural phenomenon’s wonder.

The oak’s thick foliage provided them with enough coverage from the heavy rainfall, but even still Dream managed to find a weaker leaf that was unable to hold all of its water. The slow line of drips that formed beneath it provided him with a distraction needed to drag his mind away from the failed hunt, as he used the damp sleeve of his hoody to polish away the rain’s markings from his chestplate. But apparently the expressions off dismay on is face were not so easily cleared, for after a while of silence he felt George take his arm.

The slow paced drips were immediately abandoned as Dream glanced down to his friend instead, quirking an eyebrow up in question. George offered him a small smile in response, gesturing for him to remove his hoody with a single tug to it’s damp sleeve.

At first Dream had been slightly bewildered by the request, but only a few seconds passed before he realised what the brunette was offering, feeling slightly sheepish that he was able to be read so easily. He sighed his defeat, providing George with a reluctant nod, before sitting forward to peel away the wet material from his body.

It was simple really. The two friends had known each other long enough now to spot even the smallest signs of discontent — even when they tried to hide it from each other. And it hadn’t taken them many attempts in the past to find that gentle arms traces could quite literally melt away any and all bad feelings. Although… Dream had figured that a year of prison would have been enough to break such a tradition... Apparently he had been wrong.

He dumped his lime green hoody on top of his mask, running his hand through blonde hair to tame some of the static strands that still longed for the missing fabric. Then tentatively, he leant back against the large tree, offering his arm back to George and watching as a few goosebumps pinpricked over his skin as the weather’s cool air clung to the wet of his black tshirt.

George accepted the arm with another soft smile, bringing it into his lap and rubbing his hand over it briefly to chase away the goosebumps, before dragging the backs of his nails lightly over the skin. Dream hadn’t expected much of it, having assumed for it to not have the same affect as it had done a couple years prior, however much to his surprise he found himself relaxing into the touch almost instantly… as though nothing had changed…

He hummed his content, leaning his head back against the oak and allowing for his eyes to flutter closed.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured. George immediately shushed him, but his hand lifted up from his arm, causing Dream to peak an eye open and look down to him in confusion.

“Wait hang on… I’ve got a…” George muttered, rummaging through his inventory with a concentrated frown on his brow. Dream laughed to himself, sitting up to watch the brunette’s digging.

After a couple of moments George managed to wrestle out a chicken feather from his pocket, one collected earlier from the short-lived hunt. He showed it to Dream with a face of permission, receiving a scoffed laugh in response.

George had always had a strange way of being resourceful that would never fail to amuse Dream. The older male could somehow always manage to find the most specific uses for the most useless of items.

He nodded his head in response to the brunette’s creative offer, settling himself back against the tree as George’s hand returned to rub over his arm once again, allowing for his eyes to flutter back closed in preparation for his relaxed state from earlier to return. Only much to his surprise, instead of practically melting under the touch this time, Dream felt himself tense up entirely, his eyes shooting open as soon as the feather came into contact with his skin, and fingers balling into fists as it traced circles all the way down his forearm.

“What’s wrong?” George asked, immediately pulling the feather back in concern once he noticed Dream’s reaction. Dream felt the need to rub a hand over his arm, the leftover tingles from the feather still dancing over his skin. This was odd. In all the years they had been doing this, he had not once felt this on edge. It was as though the feather was brushing directly over his nerves, forcing a relentless giddiness to settle in the back of his throat — one that he was all too familiar with, but not willing to admit in the slightest. He swallowed it down.

“N-nothing.” He assured, removing his hand from his arm. He had a thought to reach out for his mask beneath his hoody, but that would’ve made his predicament far too obvious.

“You flinched? Does it hurt your scars?” Dream looked down to his arm. The whole limb was littered with lines and lines of scar tissue, most of them being the leftover markings from Quackity’s cruel persuasive ‘methods’ in prison. His gaze returned back to the slow drips of water from before, shifting himself against the bark behind him.

He could easily say that it did. He could simply tell George that the reason that he flinched was because the feather was hurting him… but it would be a absolute lie.. and was he really ready to start lying to George all over again? Even after turning over his supposed ‘new leaf’?

“N-no…” He began carefully, keeping his gaze over the drops. “No it just feels- weird…”

“Weird?”

“Different.”

“Different??” Dream huffed, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration. He could feel the beginnings of a blush forming over his cheeks.

“Different.” He stated again, this time more firmly. George got the message not to question further.

“Can… Should I keep going then?” He asked instead. Dream nodded his head firmly, though he had to fight every muscle in his body to not tense up again.

“Yeah it’s fine. It doesn’t hurt. I promise.” He affirmed. George eyed him suspiciously, but thankfully decided to drop it. He reshuffled himself, bringing his knees up to cradle Dream’s arm against his body, before continuing his feather tracing from before.

Dream immediately winced, managing to recover himself with a few deep breaths as he focused on keeping the targeted limb as still as possible, latching onto the storm’s gentle pitter patters on their canopy umberella to distract himself. A giddy smile still managed to threaten the corners of his lips as George began swirling shapes into the underside of his forearm, and he was forced to turn his head away to console himself.

It must be the scars, he thought. The new tissue that had formed there must be more sensitive than the older skin that had survived Quackity in prison.

His theory was unable to develop any further from that however, for a simple flick from George’s feather up Dream’s inner elbow suddenly compressed a betraying gasp out of him, to which he immediately countered by puffing out his cheeks. The soft bristles then lingered over the crease for a moment, fuelling the giddiness that had already lined Dream’s throat, and then setting it alight when it swiped up Dream’s bicep, and zigzagged back down his tricep. The ex-prisoner finally broke.

“Geohohorge Gehehorge okahahay wahahit!!” He suddenly spoke, pulling at his arm and grappling at the hand that was holding the feather. George gave him neither satisfaction, pulling the feather out of his reach, and clasping a hand firmly over his wrist. Dream’s eyes widened.

“It tickles doesn’t it!!” The brunette exclaimed, eyes full of the mischief that Dream had been worried about.

“No! It d-dohoesn’t ihihit- HEhEy!!” He denied, yelping as his arm was yanked further into George’s lap, the older twisting to face him and wedging the limb between his knees. A sudden rush of adrenaline pulsed through him, urging Dream to pull hard at his arm and fight against the strength that the smaller man challenged him with. But despite the known advantage that he had over the brunette, he still found that his fight entirely melting away once the feather’s bristles returned to brush over his forearm again, this time with more intent.

“NOHo Geohohohorge staHAhap!!”

“Your scars are ticklish!!”

“StAHAhap!!” With his facade now fully broken, built up giggles flowed out of Dream in an uncontrollable manner, entangling with the baseline that the rain already provided.

“Is it just your forearm??” The brunette questioned, dragging the feather up to Dream’s bicep again and swirling it over the lines of scar there.

“NoHO GEOhOhorge!!” Dream yelped, pulling weakly at his arm again as his body doubled over in laughter, sending his free hand down into the earth below to stabilise himself. Each completed swirl from the feather sent another wave of tingly sparks up the captured arm, permitting the limb to do no more than contract uselessly in George’s grasp.

“Nahahaha okahay okahay enohohogh!!”

“No! Let me see! Why didn’t you tell me about this before?! It’s adorable!” Dream ducked his head away as a heat swelled over his cheeks, shielding himself behind George’s knees.

“Ihihi dihihidn’t know!!”

“You’re blushing!!”

“Stahahap!!” Dream protested, ducking his head down further and attempting to hide his reddened cheeks into the crook of his neck. He glanced back behind him to gage the distance between himself and the safety of his mask, but his neck was promptly forced to snap back into place when George began tracing the feather over the exposed skin there instead.

“GeHoHoHorge!!” Dream shook his head wildly, hunching up his shoulders as high as they could possibly go and using the weight of his body to up the desperation of freeing his trapped arm. Annoyingly enough, the brunette managed to match each twist and dodge of his with another swipe to his neck, his attempts at blocking out the feathery onslaught being no match for his speed.

“Ohh you can’t get away!! You can’t get away this feather is going to tickle over your little neck somehow Dream!!” George crowed.

Dream let out a frustrated whine, resorting to sacrificing the support of his free arm and using it to grapple frantically at George’s offending hand instead. Though this too was countered perfectly by the older, who noticed the wobble in Dream’s support-less balance within a split second, and before Dream could even process the action he had already been tugged roughly into George’s lap, landing face up and paralysingly startled.

He was only given no more than a few seconds to blink away his disorientation, before the feather’s tingly sensation returned to his neck once again, flicking and twirling under his jaw with a much higher surface area to work with.

“NOhOhO!!” He shrieked, voice upped in pitch from his startle. He immediately tried to sit up, but the brunette’s firm hold on his wrist quickly put an end to his escape, and he fell back into George’s lap with a grunt, panicked green eyes meeting a rather smug, upside-down grin from above.

“You’re not going anywhere~” George teased, dusting his feather down a large scar across Dream’s cheek. A rather loud squeal immediately erupted from the younger in response to the spot change, sounding oddly similar to that of a ghast scream for a moment. His eyes immediately widened in horror at the reaction, free hand shooting up to cover the apparently sensitive section of skin from George’s sight.

Even though the movement of the feather had been so light, it had felt as though it had suddenly been doused in the storm’s electricity, each soft bristle sending an electrifying shock directly into the nerves in Dream’s cheek.

“Whahat was thahat!?” George asked incredulously, barking out a cackle and dragging the feather over the top of Dream’s protective hand. Dream squeaked, feeling his his cheeks darken as a few panicked giggles toppled out of him.

“Geohohorge plehehease…” He bargained, mustering up the best puppy dog eyes that he could as his face warmed beneath his palm by the second.

His pleads for mercy were met with none other than a devilish smirk from the man above, his heart practically sinking down to his gut as George pushed up his glasses to reveal the set of eyes behind them that had darkened to a deep shade of mischief.

“Dreeeam~”

“Nohoho Geohorge…”

“Dream, what have I found here?” The brunette asked, circling his feather over the back of Dream’s hand, concentrating on a feint scar in the middle of it. Dream whined, quickly launching his hand up to grab at the feather while it was in reach, but pouting when it was simply pulled away as before.

“Ah ah ah!” George tutted, swinging his leg over the rogue arm and pinning Dream’s elbow to the grass below, effectively disassembling his last defence. “I’m not done yet.”

The combination of George’s taunts and his now defenceless cheek sent Dream into a flurry of panicked pleads, giggles and bargains, pulling at both the wrist in George’s hands and the one under his leg. His flustered panic was not helped by George slowly swirling the feather in the air just above the sensitive scar, slowly turning Dream to putty more and more as the boy psyched himself out from anticipation alone.

By the time the feather actually touched down on his cheek, Dream had worked himself up enough to not even consider stifling his react, producing the same squawked yelp from earlier as pulses of electricity zipped through his nervous system again. The initial scream then tapered off into sporadic bursts of giggles and hiccups, his eyes squeezing shut and feet scuffing into the dirt in hopes of lessening the sensation.

“Nohohohoho!!” He whined, a huge smile splitting his cheeks as he twisted and turned into the grass below him, shaking his head rapidly to throw off the older’s tracing.

For a split second it actually worked, the electrifying sensations stilling for a moment as Dream managed to roll himself into George’s thigh for protection. However the break was only momentary, for soon afterwards he felt a firm, yet gentle, hand cupping his chin, guiding him out from his burrow and keeping him stable for when the feather returned once again to his cheek. This time he couldn’t wriggle away.

Barks of cackles were quick to join the rain’s melody, Dream’s legs flying chaotically to account for stolen mobility in his upper body. He hadn’t even realised that George had released the hold on his wrist until much after its freedom.

“sTahHAHAP!!” He wailed, slamming the hand down on his face and rubbing gratefully at the tingling skin, this time incorporating his smile underneath the defence as well.

“Nawwww, was my little feather to tickly for the little baby~?” George crooned, sticking out his bottom lip into a pout. Dream felt his cheeks darken.

“geohohohorge…” He whined.

“Was it too much for the little Dreamie to handle~?” The brunette continued, tilting Dream’s head to the side to better access the gate-kept scar. A few spluttered cackles tumbled into Dream’s palm as he twirled the feather over the back of his hand again, this time travelling up over Dream’s jaw and forehead as well.

“Youhu-uhuhu’re so anno-ohohoying…” He tittered, hiccuping through the insult.

“Annoying?!” George’s tone made him giggle even more. “You were the one that was grumpy! I’m just here trying to help you feel better!!” He defended innocently, circling the feather over the shell of Dream’s ear. A yip escaped the blonde at the feeling, squeezing his eyes shut and scrunching up his neck to block it out.

“I alrehe-eheady feel beh-hetter you idihihiot!” More hiccups peppered their way through Dream’s admittance, rolling himself towards his trapped arm and burying himself against George’s thigh again.

“Well how am I supposed to know if you’re not showing me your smile? Idiot.” George retorted, smiling through his words now. He easily followed the blonde’s movements by swiping over the back and sides of his neck instead. Dream’s giggles we’re muffled into his pant leg.

Almost symbolically, as though the weather had somehow noticed that the ex-prisoner was now feeling better, a cast of light pierced its way through the mass of grey cloud, dousing the hill that the two explorers were sat upon in a ray of colour and warmth. The rain’s leftover droplets sparkled amongst the leaves in the oak above, and the metallic glare from the two sets of netherite armour twinkled and winked as more and more sun broke through the finishing thunder storm.

The sound of Dream and George’s giggles continued on for many minutes longer, only stopping after Dream’s titters became breathy and weak. The taller man then remained rested on the smaller’s lap, too weak to move, and too comfortable to deny George’s request for him to stay.

For the first time in a long time, he could say that he was completely free of worries. Just for a moment. Just for a bit.

🦙🦙🦙…

it’s not late it’s not late it’s not late

#llamas lee dream month #fluffallamaful fics #lee!dream #ticklish!dream #ler!george #ler!georgenotfound #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle

[reverse-t1me]

I have a Trolls and mcyt (empires season 1 and the life series (traffic light series my beloved) specifically) AU idea

Now called Water Under the Tree AU

Background information for the AU

Once season 1 of empires smp finished the watchers descended and turned 8 (+Xornoth so 9) of the rulers into deities with the remaining 3 passing on.

These deities after years form their own planets (eg, mcc is its own planet under Scott's rule), and these planets serve as forms of entertainment for the watchers.

The attack

After millennia of this, the watchers grow to want to control the show so they corrupt the once emporers and empresses so they can control what they produce for entertainment.

Pearl and Scott use their knowledge from their respective life series (last life and double life) with them helping their nearest companions.

This leads to Lizzie and Pearl using the double life string to connect to one another giving them a form of immunity through the ocean orb and remaining powers given by winning double life. This also combines their own domains into a new allied domain.

The watchers don't like this and attack. This attack leaves only one of Lizzie's original planets remaining. The watchers attack once again and Lizzie descends into the planet to defend it.

She uses the powers the watchers gave her and the ocean orb to seal the watchers from the world. Then, she uses the ocean orbs' powers to cleanse the world. The watchers, however, use their remaining power to strike the weakened Lizzie and turn her "into one of the creatures she chose to defy us to defend"

This results in Lizzie's form shrinking but also dissolving into water. This water rises and compacts to form an egg.

Not wanting to loose her friend Pearl uses her connection to Lizzie (via the double life string) to manipulate the plant life around her fallen friend and grow a defence. Leaving some sections of the trunk hollow so water will fall down and be around Lizzie.

The creatures of the planet Lizzie defended create tales and murals of this benevolent being.

Slowly, these are abandoned due to migration, these species dying out, etc. Only the story remains as some old fairytale, and every species has a different version.

Closer to present but still the past

The defences that Pearl made turn into a large tree which a category of trolls move into (its the pop tree!).

Once the Bergens capture the pop trolls in the pop tree the pop trolls explore the tree a bit more to look for any escape.

This leads a small team of trolls to the roots where they discover a troll egg surrounded by pink flowers and some puddles of rain water.

This leads (eventually) to Rosiepuff's family adopting the egg.

However the egg hatches after 2 generations (Rosiepuff and her children) have grown up and had their own.

(Some of the trolls theorised this was because it was left alone for however long it was down there)

The trolling that hatches is named "Branch".

Branch has both indigo-blue and pink hair, but due to the image of Brozone, he hides the pink in his hair.

After the past in trolls band together

As Branch grown up without his brothers after the argument he begins to see an "imaginary friend" who wears a dress made of leaves.

This friend disappears a day before the trollstice that takes Grandma Rosiepuff.

The culmination of losing his adoptive family, his caretaker, and his friend in the leaf dress causes Branch to go grey.

Trolls (first movie) changes

•Branch still has some vague colours but hides them from the other trolls

•Branch has found some (2) old murals and has begun to translate the old languages used to write them

•During that party, Branch is instead in the water of a river he found before moving into his bunker to dry off, then Poppy finds him

•When Creek is revealed to be the traitor Branch sees a vague figure with large eyes, a big smile and is red

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•Once regaining his true colours, there is some visible pink in his hair

Trolls World Tour Changes

•Branch has found a few small scales around his wrists, ears, and along his spine (fur hides these small scales) along with some minimal webbing around his ears and between his fingers and toes

•The pop trolls have noticed that Branch has changed slightly, and they have spoken to him about it. They just think Branch is growing used to being around other trolls after being isolated for so long

•During the dance off, Branch thinks back to brozone but also making that deal with Scott all those millenia ago

"I've made a deal with destiny"

•Throughout the movie, Branch has some vivid dreams, and he figures out some history and how this history ties in with the murals he has translated (he finds more as he travels to the different tribes)

•Slightly different design for rock zombie Branch (looks a bit more like Poppy and has more coverage with his outfit)

•After the movie Branch gets a tattoo from the rock trolls of a simplified ocean orb

•After the movie he also discovers he can breathe underwater when he goes to visit the Techno tribe to help with reconstruction

Everyone is confused, and now there is a theory that he is some kind of troll that has some techno origins

Trolls Band Together Changes

•Between movies Branch has had more vivid dreams and has translated more murals of the pink haired giant

•Is also wearing a dress to the wedding

This dress is a simpler version of the dress that he remembers wearing as "Lizzie" to "his (her) wedding"

•Goes back to the pop trolls tree before joining John Dory on the journey

Finds a smaller ocean orb and brings it with them

•Poppy tells couple of stories about their adventures to John Dory

Insert shocked and worried John Dory

•Branch accepts Bruce's name change and later tells Poppy about thinking of changing his name to something else

Poppy then prompts Branch to tell her hid new name, slight argument ensues when Branch doesn't tell Poppy

•Slight dialogue change when speaking to the clown, but this doesn't change the encounter too much

•When leaving the putt-putt village Branch falls and rips his dress (yes, he has been wearing a dress throughout this section)

Branch uses his hair and now is wearing a slightly modified dress with leggings underneath (the dress is shorter with the front section being removed)

•Once the argument happens and Branch leaves, it begins to storm (pathetic fallacy)

This moves Branches fur revealing the scales which are now bigger.

Poppy finds this out and just assumes it as another aspect of being a troll that possibly has some techno origins

•When rescuing Floyd, more of Branch's hair turns pink, leaving it as a majority pink with indigo-blue accents

•No Broppy kiss

•After the movie, this is questioned, but nobody can come up with a satisfying conclusive answer as to why it's going on.

•After the movie, Branch tells Poppy about wanting to go by "Lizzie" and Poppy asks why

Insert some plausible reason that makes sense without telling Poppy about the vivid dreams

Post Trolls Band Together

•Multi-tribe city has been established

•Nobody knows exactly what Lizzie is

•Bruce still lives with his wife Brandi, John Dory still travels, Clay has worked to create transportation between the putt-putt village and also does admin work, Floyd is currently living in the multi-tribe city and is learning about different genre's

•Lizzie has discovered that by using the ocean orb, he can grow and shrink back down

Poppy was with him during this and freaked out (positively not negatively) when this happened

•Now Lizzie is trying to figure out what she is and how the murals fit in with this

Also, the "imaginary friend" in the leaf dress returns, causing lots of old emotions to resurface, and Poppy and Lizzie learn about what Lizzie is.

The vivid dreams are revealed, and another argument ensues between Poppy and Lizzie about keeping secrets.

•Pearl warns them of the Watchers returning before dissappearing back into the forest

Lo and behold the watchers come back, and Lizzie using the ocean orb, and her hair is able to fight them off and protect her friends from the watchers

The watchers weaken Lizzie enough to take her, but Lizzie weakens them enough, so hey can't leave this world

•Adventure ensues, with Poppy leading it, trying to find Lizzie

#trolls au #branch trolls #trolls poppy #mcyt #empires ldshadowlady #empires pearl #ocean queen lizzie #empires smp season one #the watchers #the listeners #branch #haven't thought of a name for this au yet #last life #double life #water under the tree au #wutt au

[personal-for-leaf]

Whada hell, I'll make a new pinned post for this blog. Why not.

Heya, I'm Leaf. I'm an adult living in Sweden, I'm aro/ace and agender, and I go by they/them. I'm also Autistic and have ADD (innatentive ADHD)

This here is just a personal blog where I post about my hyperfixations and my opinions. Nothing is organized in tags. If I reblog a post that has a common phobia I try to tag with either "tw (thing)" or "(thing) tw". I am very bad at this though, if you have serious triggers then I urge you to think about whether you can follow me or not.

If you're looking for my art then check out @theleafcuter.

I draw my own original characters, most of which are either demons, cervitaurs (deer centaurs) or other fantasy creatures. Very rarely do I make fanart, but it happens.

Politically speaking, I'm leftist, and I think I feel the most confident calling myself a socialist. Big fan of Xanderhal and Vaush, I agree with about 90% of their takes, and what little I do disagree on is not enough for me to "denounce" them or whatever.

Generally I believe in letting people live their lives, and that a good society would provide people with water, food, medicine, and shelter free of charge (and still have a UBI for luxuries).

I don't think humanity is inherently lazy, I actually think it's the opposite. If people are happy, healthy, and fed, they will seek out something to do. I also think humanity is inherently kind and cooperative. We wouldn't have gotten this far if we weren't.

Gender and sexuality (and even sex) are fluid, complicated, and ever expanding. Call yourself whatever you want, I'm going to take it at face value. If you lie, then that's on you.

I don't think The Revolution (cough atheist rapture cough) is going to be the answer to all of our problems. Go and fucking vote alright? Democratic parties are ass but they're better to vote on than if you refuse to over a feeling of moral superiority - and they're certainly better than letting facists take over because you thought the lesser evil was somehow worse.

I'm not going to take people seriously if they think revolution is the be-all end-all of leftist action. Come talk to me when you've figured out how I'm supposed to get my medicine in a world where the entire medical field stopped working.

Now, here's a list of things I'm into and will reblog, in no particular order:

Psychonauts (1 & 2)

Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon

Skyrim

Minecraft

Undertale/Deltarune (will tag spoilers as "Deltarune spoilers")

The Owl House

Fionna & Cake (will tag spoilers as "fionna and cake spoilers")

The Life series SMPs (third life, last life, double life, etc)

Hermitcraft SMP

Fantasy Life 3DS/Fantasy Life i (once that comes out)

Splatoon

Pokémon

my own opinions/political leanings

funny memes

swedish memes

Follow me and if you're as unhinged about reblogging as me (autistic) we might become mutuals lmao

#pinned post #intro post #introduction post #vaush #xanderhal #idk i like finding like-minded ppl so I just tagged the two ppl i mentioned #because sometimes it just feels like you have to dive into an ocean of hate for these guys before you find people who are Normal about them

[lastleafsmp]

Thanks for Watching!

Updated the banner image to add in the actually active members, thank you to everyone who followed along and especially thank you to every one of our players, who were wonderful.

Additionally, congratulations to our winner, Aspen (in the very center!), expect art for that occasion soon!

#mcyt #traffic life series #trafficblr #last life smp #minecraft #life series #last leaf smp

[booger-d-weed]

Post 4

theyll never find me with This disguise!!

#booger d weed #last leaf smp

[b-dubs-valdubs]

new chapter of Win the War is up! again, inspired by @briseise 's amazing artwork, go and check her out :)

this chapter is a lot more angsty than the last one, so just be warned

fic below the cut, or you can read it on ao3 ! reblogs appreciated <3

CW: MILD TORTURE, THREATS

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Bdubs glared at them all, hurt and betrayal coursing through his veins as he watched his "friends" agree to Cleo's plan. He was supposed to have a lovely evening with Ren, but now he was stuck laying against this grimy floor, cheek pressed into the cold stone, waiting for his fate to be sealed by the Resistance.

He wasn't afraid. He knew that Ren would find him eventually. He knew that Ren would send out search parties. He knew that it would come at a cost, though.

What price would Ren be willing to pay to have him back? Surely a lot, he was his King's most prized treasure, the best Royal Architect there ever was! Surely there would never be a price too great for him?

He knew that if Ren were in his situation, he would give everything he'd ever owned to have him back.

He just hoped that his King would do the same for him.

"You," Cleo snapped, jabbing a finger towards him, "Are going to cooperate. Or else."

Bdubs could see the Soup Group exchange uneasy glances, but he swallowed down his own fear. "Or else, what?"

"Or else you won't see your precious little King ever again."

Bdubs froze. He still didn't quite know what that entailed, but he certainly didn't want to find out.

He took a moment to study the faces of the people before him. His friends, who had taken him and locked him up and were about to do Void knows what to him. By cooperating, he gives them what they want, to have information, to know the Court's secrets, and to eventually steal the throne from his rightful King. He wasn't like them - he wouldn't betray those who he was supposed to be loyal to.

But taking one look at Cleo - eyes steely, unwavering, a cold green like his King's Royal Emeralds - every once of resistance in him completely dissolved.

He would never admit it, but he was scared. Scared of the unknown.

"I- I'll comply."

Cleo nodded, looking down on him through the bars. Bdubs couldn't help but shrink back a little.

"You will answer every question that the Resistance has for you," Cleo stated, clearly and simply, "You will tell the whole truth to ever question that you are asked. You will not tell anyone about what happens here. Is that clear?"

Bdubs nodded hastily.

After he had agreed, Cleo unlocked the cell and stepped into it, closing the door carefully behind them. They strode towards him, their heeled shoes clicking loudly, every footstep sounding like a gunshot to Bdubs. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block everything out.

When Cleo reached him, Bdubs felt himself getting dragged up into a low kneel. He opened his eyes; the world was the right way up, and the Resistance was standing before him, watching him.

"Go ahead," Cleo said to the resistance, talking above Bdubs as if he wasn't even there, "Ask him whatever you want."

The Soup Group looked at each other uneasily, presumably thinking of things to interrogate Bdubs about. Bdubs stared at them searchingly, trying to find a scrap of anything - a reaction, a whispered question, a silent plan - that might quell his fear of the unknown, the fear that was making him shake like a leaf.

Finally, Pearl stepped forward.

"Hi there, Bdubs!" she smiled, trying to talk to him like he wasn't tied up in some kind of cell. He frowned.

Pearl took no notice and continued. "So, my fellow Resistance members and I think that it would be a good idea for you to tell us everything that the King has told you about the reign. Any secret plans, any weaknesses, whatever. And if we see fit, we'll ask from there."

Bdubs opened his mouth, like a fish trying to gasp for air, but no sound came out. "I-"

"Hurry up, Bdubs," Cleo admonished. She was out of Bdubs's eyeline, and he could tell that she was doing something behind his back. He didn't want to wait to find out what.

"I- King- King Ren told me about... about his plans for the economy. He wants to have complete control... with- with, uh, Royal Emeralds, and owning people's shops and- and- he's just taking it a bit too far I think."

"In what way is he taking it too far? How does he want control?" Pearl interrogated, stepping closer towards the bars.

"He wants to- to be able to cut people's Royal Emerald access completely off, when he decides to. At a moment's notice, he can prevent their shop from running, take all their money, completely shut that p-person off from buying anything. He's planning on trying it with you guys first."

He paused, closing his eyes gently and letting the weight of what he'd just confessed hang over him for a little bit. He'd just revealed that his own King had planned to shut the doors on whoever he saw fit, to abuse the power that he was entrusted with, and ruin someone's life on a whim. Because he wanted to. No wonder the Resistance were rebelling against this, he would too if he had any sense!

But he would never go against his King. He could never. Never, in a million years. He was the King's most trusted advisor, his right-hand man, his boyfriend. The King trusted him with everything he had, and Bdubs sold it all away. Just because he was afraid.

Bdubs was officially the worst boyfriend ever.

"I tried to stop him..." Bdubs whispered, swallowing back the tears, "He- he said he would consider. B-but I just feel... so bad... so bad for him..."

"Why do you feel bad for him, Bdubs?" Impulse asked.

"I- I just-"

But he couldn't speak. If he hadn't betrayed his King already, this would certainly be enough.

"I'm not answering," he stated, finally, resolutely staring down the Resistance through the tears in his eyes.

"Bdubs," Gem said, as if she were talking to a scared animal, "Just tell us. Why do you feel bad for the King?"

"Tell us, Bdubs."

"Come on, Bdubs, don't make this harder than it needs to be..."

"We just need an answer."

He couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't! No matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't betray his King. Not as much as this. He would never be forgiven for it.

The tears wouldn't stop flowing, no matter how hard Bdubs tried to stop them. The rope was cutting into his wings. He couldn't cope.

"N- No! I- I'm not... no!" he yelled.

"Answer them, Bdubs," Cleo warned.

"NO! I don't need to tell you- you anythi-"

The cold cut him off as it enveloped him in waves, setting his nerves on fire. The cold made him shiver, forced shaky breaths from his lungs, puffing into the air in short, spluttering bursts. Small chunks of ice fell from his head, dripping onto the wet stone around him.

Bdubs bowed his head, trying to curl up into a ball and stop everything from happening all around him. It was too much. He looked as pathetic and wet and cold and sad as he felt. The rope was still cutting into his wings, making them ache from where they were bound to his back. He just wanted it all to stop.

The tears barely made a difference anymore.

The sound of the bucket clanging to the floor made Bdubs curl in on himself tighter.

"Bdubs," Cleo began, and her tone of voice seemed slightly softer, "You should answer their question, then we'll get you a towel and a blanket. But you need to answer them first, okay? You don't want me to get another bucket, do you?"

Bdubs paused, trying desperately to muster up the strength in his exhausted brain to reason with himself. This was a horrible idea! It would give the Resistance everything they need to take the Court down! Giving them this would practically give them the victory, the diamonds, the power, everything that they could ever want.

And Ren would never forgive him.

How would Bdubs ever be able to forgive himself, letting Ren down so drastically; letting himself fail just because he was scared, and cold, and miserable? Could he really not stay strong for a little while longer, until they got bored and left him be?

In the end, really, Bdubs was just selfish.

"Ren-" he croaked, voice shaking and shivering in all the wrong places but Bdubs couldn't care, "He- He's s-sick... I see i-it, it's subtle, b-but the reign - it's really t-taking a toll on him. He's n-not the Ren I know, or love, I d-don't even know who he is, but he's certainly not Ren. He's just the King - d-driven by greed and power and too sc-scared to let anything go in case he falls harder than he's ever f-fallen before. He's weak, one threat will b-break him, and even his eyes seem greener, completely o-overtaken with lust for the Royal Emeralds. Ren's gone. I- I just want him back..."

The silence stretched out over the room, shrouding the atmosphere in a smoky tension. Through the bars, there was movement, but Bdubs couldn't bring himself to look up. He felt broken.

"That's all we need from you, Bdubs, thank you," Impulse said softly, cutting the tension with a knife, but a butter knife.

The door to the cell opened, but Bdubs remained where he was. The clicking footsteps returned, and faded slightly as Cleo walked through the cell door, locking it behind her.

"We'll give him some food, water, and a towel in a little bit," she told the Soup Group, and Bdubs recognised the hint of remorse in her tone. "First, we'll go outside, and discuss what will happen next regarding his ransom."

Bdubs heard footsteps shuffle out of the room, before silence greeted him once again.

#bdubs #bdoubleo100 #rendubs #zombiecleo #impulsesv #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fic #tw threats #tw mild torture #mossy writing

[beckyh2112]

AO3 First Lines

Tagged by @ragedaisy.

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have fewer than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Cody put in the passcode to his quarters, mind chasing itself in circles.

From you hold me up (till like a leaf we fall), my Foxatine mpreg. It opens with Cody receiving a KIA notice for Fox. Title is courtesy of Pux, and is at least 50% "I don't want to just call it 'the Foxatine mpreg' forever."

2. Wolffe woke in darkness.

From only the devil gets to dream, a followup to one_real_imonkey's Going Under, which is itself an AU of their Just keep your head above the rising tide, the sea will go out again. Delicious Coruscant Guard angst with the Wolfpack to the rescue.

Going Under is a bad end AU focused on Plo Koon, and only the devil gets to dream follows up with what happens to Wolffe.

3. Sidious hadn't expected to need to brace himself.

From there's teeth everywhere on you. Sidious point-of-view on a Fauxatine relationship. Also a chance for me to try out doing his pov and having him refer solely to himself as Sidious. I do think that's the most accurate way he thinks of himself, but it also leads to "Sidious's", which just doesn't sound good.

4. Street lamps were few and far between in this part of the Middle Ring, and Long Feng refused to draw attention to himself by carrying a light.

From One's For Sorrow, which is a repost of one of my AtLA fics from 2011. One of my favorite pieces from that era, tbh.

5. Thire isn't thinking when he goes in for a kiss on Fox's cheek after their morning meeting.

From Bug Report, a fic inspired by Bluestreak945's Beta Testing series, which is some of my favorite rape/non-con Foxatine smut. Heed the warnings; don't read if it's not your cuppa.

My fic isn't smut, and it doesn't even really mention anything from the series explicitly. Mostly it's me messing with the mind control aspect. It does contain clonecest, though, so again, don't read if it's not your cuppa.

6. "Thanks, Tango!" Sapnap yelled back over his shoulder as he threw himself out the door of the older fire demon's home, tail waving behind him.

From Error 404, my Dream SMP Big Bang fic. I like the fic, and I love the worldbuilding. But it is kinda mostly worldbuilding and focuses on Sapnap and Georgenotfound, so it didn't get much of a response.

7. Gabriel Reyes, crown prince of Argia, waited for the barbarians to arrive in the outer courtyard of Alcázar de Zaindari.

The Lion's Crown and the Crown of Suns! My one Overwatch fic, very much unfinished, completely AU. I love the world, kinda wish I still had the drive to get farther with it. Just completely lost steam on it, and I no longer have much of an interest in Overwatch.

Also, I do not want to sort out Jesse McCree vs. Cole Cassidy.

8. In the Shadow Isles, there was no square inch of land that didn't hold someone's remains.

From All's Hell That Ends Well, a League of Legends fic based on Twisted Fate's Underworld skin.

Posted in 2015; there is a massive gap in my fic-writing if you pay attention to posting dates. This, the two crowns in 2017, then the DSMP Big Bang in 2021.

9. The ground rumbled.

From There's Now War in Ba Sing Se. I don't remember if this is a repost, or if I wrote it and posted it to both FF.Net and AO3. Either way, AtLA OC fic with mine and Pux's characters.

10. Bucky and Steve used to joke over his words. "She's a moll who likes HG Wells."

From Hey There, Heartbreaker, which was inspired by @suzukiblu's we are not history yet; we are happening now. Darcy/Bucky soulmate AU. I like her fic much better than mine, but I don't think mine is bad per se. It's just. There.

Tagging @one-real-imonkey, @darkpuck, @suzukiblu, @slackeremeritus, @weirdlet, and anyone else who feels like doing it.

#bexfic #meme

[katielovably]

Ok, so I don't watch the complete Dream SMP but it basically like real life. War and death. love and life. People losing everything while others gain power and wealth. Places destroyed and placed built. It's a amazing to see the progress like history right (even though my dumb brain can't even watch past the first war of l'manburg because it's so long)

But that is absolutely the things is like Puffy said (I'm not quoting) it's the adults who should know better that disappoints you the most. (Rant time) There are so many adults who manipulate along with trying to trick people using kindness (usually employers or managers but also co-workers) and trys tricking you with kindness and act like children. The last one everytime are the old, retarded people are the ones acting like they should be sitting in a play pen with a pacifier in their mouths (sorry, personal drama uck also I live in a old person town and seen it). Adults are the biggest children out there and is messing things up for my and the generation to come but we at least have the common sense to stand up against the old farts and know respect and show respect when it is given to you where the old people are don't respect you but wants respect. It's why I don't come out as she/their or they/their or like the different identity I discovered even though I want to (one day I'll leave this stupid town) because I know somewhere out there there are people who respect people but they're like four leaf clovers, impossible to find IRL. (Ok, sorry for info dumping) but I swear I can see like the strings (metaphorically) and I don't want to end up like Tommy did with strings on him even though it's everywhere. People using people, lying, tricking. Real life is exactly like Dream SMP.

(I'm going to rant now) There's that one person that it fighting for something so outlandish that they would drag their BFF and partners in crime into it even though they want to be peaceful and make friends with everyone. I'm talking about Tommy and Tubbo here... I loved Tubbo (and still do is videos) , he's pure boy and this drove me when I would be watching Tubs build his house then Tommy came on... let my boy build and live... also I love when Tubs snaps at Tommy, it's great seeing him stand up for himself against Tom but it's sad that it had to get to that point. Just f- off, Tommy and leave my boy alone. (Rant done). I still watch dream smp content with no idea what's going on but from what I seen yes this is right.