#I do not support the actions of the dream smp members nor to I support many of them as a whole

[angie-is-silly]

I do NOT like dream smp AT ALL... but goddamn it @derivakat . nothing could ever make me hate your music.

[littlest-nightingale]

Helloooo there!!

Howdy! My name is Nightingale!! I'm an age regressor, artist, and fanfic writer. My Ao3 is nightingalesghost, so check it out if you like the stuff I post here on Tumblr<3

And if you really like it and want to talk over on Discord, here's the link to my server!

My fandoms:

Qsmp

Good Omens

Hermitcraft

Life Series

Fnaf

Dream Smp (I do not support Dream nor do I condone his actions)

Unus Annus

Monster High G3

Animal Crossing

Ace Attorney

Bluey

The Lion Guard

Doctor Who [fav doctor: 12!!]

(fandoms in italics are fandoms I am currently keeping up with)

(DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SUPPORT DISNEY AS A COMPANY, I SIMPLY ENJOY THEIR MOVIES AND SHOWS. I DO NOT SPEND MONEY ON THEIR PRODUCTS.)

My regression doesn't really have a concrete age, but if I had to guess I would say 0-7! I have been regressing for three years now <3 I am nonbinary, yet I refer to myself using masculine terms like little guy, little man, buddy, etc.

My favorite characters:

Crowley (Good Omens)

Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Twyla Boogyman (Monster High)

Lagoona Blue (Monster High)

Grian (Hermitcraft)

Tango (Hermitcraft)

Zedaph (Hermitcraft)

GoodtimeswithScar (Hermitcraft)

Puppet (Fnaf)

Chica/Glamrock Chica (Fnaf)

Rani (Lion Guard)

The Doctor (9-15) (Doctor Who)

Martha Jones (Doctor Who)

River Song (Doctor Who)

Missy (Doctor Who)

Clara Oswald (Doctor Who)

Fanfic requests are open!!!! So are moodboard and art requests. I'm more likely to do a moodboard, and I'm more likely to answer request for my current fandoms (see above)

Enjoy the blog <3

[kozzax]

Disclaimer: I am not a fan of cc!dream nor do I support literally anything he does these days. This post is about dsmp!dream ONLY.

Do you ever think about how c!dream couldve been so much more of an interesting villain. Because the c!dream we got started out like kind of interesting and then slowly but surely devolved into a boring two-dimensional "I just want power and control" villain. He could've been soooo interesting and then he just kind of petered out.

May I propose to you a bit of a pet idea I've been thinking on for a little bit that I think adds a lot of interest to his character without messing too much with canon and without making him too sympathetic: c!dream is a fallen god.

What if c!dream and dreamxd were once One Entity. An entity capable of turning back time and redoing events until they turned out just right. An entity just known as Dream, who truly, genuinely wanted a happy ending. Who wanted the "one big happy family" and kept rewriting time to maximize the amount of Dream SMP members who were happy.

Here and there he would have timelines where he went full scorched earth, to relieve his stress, but-- he can always go back. He can always undo it. He can undo it and fix everything and then they can all be one big happy family.

And then the Dreamons arc happens. And he's split into two entities: Dream, who lives in the timeline and has an effect on it, and DreamXD who lives outside of the timeline but can move people in time. And suddenly Dream can't reset anymore, but he's so used to it that he just... keeps going.

We see his actions get increasingly fucked up from the dreamons arc forward. He can't undo fucked up shit he does, anymore. He can't make things better, anymore. He can't just throw spaghetti at a wall and reset if it goes wrong, anymore. But he's so used to it!!! This is his process, he just can't iterate on it anymore!!

And Tubbo took that from him. Tubbo and Sapnap and Fundy-- arguably three of the five characters most fucked over by Dream --took his godhood from him. Dream focuses on Tubbo and methodically fucks up everything for Tubbo in an indirect way post-november 16th-- and if Tubbo took away his ability to redo things, that gains an interesting motive that wasnt there before.

And DreamXD loans out his power, pushing Karl and maybe even Ranboo through time over and over in an attempt to make things better, to fix it and reset so that the people of the SMP can have their happy family-- but he can't affect the timeline anymore. That's Dream's role. DreamXD cannot, in any way, undo Dream's actions anymore. So he tries again, and again, and he wears out his vessels because they aren't built to hold the power of a god.

And Dream tries to take control of the entire SMP in a new way, because if he takes control again at least he can try to force them into one big happy family. If he can't predict their actions through reset after reset, then he'll force them through hostages.

I just think. It could be interesting.

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

the dream smp is an interesting server

something i wanted to add from my reblog in this post thread:

i might be bleeding the meta and the narrative together here but, uh, i’ve just noticed a trend among the characters who completely know themselves when they joined the server

Phil: came for his son, stayed for his friend Techno

Techno: came to join a fight that supposedly supported his ideals; besides this he’s just there to vibe and uphold his ideals

Jschlatt: came uninvited, returned to basically fuck around without acknowledging the damaging consequences of his actions

HBomb*: part of his lore reasoning for isolating himself in his new home was that he couldn’t find the “community” he found from prior experiences in other servers; this means he’s basically just there to vibe

ConnorEatsPants: canonically came to fuck around and seriously intends to do so

(I’d include Foolish and Slimecicle but the two are too new for consideration, even with Foolish’s increasing lore development)

I mention these 5 in particular because none of these people pose any threat to Dream nor desire to neccesarily get rid of him in a way that involves challenging Dream’s power/ threatening his life 

**I know HBomb chose to fight Dream at the confrontation but that’s just cause he’s a decent person and recognizes what Dream has done is wrong. Prior to this, particularly Doomsday, he didn’t see the need to challenge Dream up until Dream did particularly significant harm to the community on the server. HBomb is a very passive person and will not hesistate to leave a place that he assumes is of no need of his kindness.

Let’s look of the people who have confirmed no idea how they were like prior to joining

Eret, as we just found out in their latest stream, who apparently has no memory of interacting with Foolish based on the totem’s claims

Puffy, who discovered her shipwrecked boat and the information that she had a whole different life before arriving on the server

Ranboo, who we don’t need to further question because memory loss is one hell of a trope

These three have both identity crises and desires to better the server, not to mention being able to recognize Dream as a threat to the server’s peace. It seems like if they had their identity fully realized, they can easily overpower Dream or prevent what Dream wants from happening.

We haven’t even talked about everyone else, who we just assumed were kinda just there! Not to mention those whose memories seem fairly inconsistent with the knowledge of other members (like Wilbur and Tommy, for example)

And like, why do several minecraft meta things seem known to everyone but some do not?

It’s knowing the rule not to go to the End but being unable to recognize what a stronghold or what an End portal supposedly looks like

It’s the various points in time Karl has been to not behaving like the server i.e. one-time permanent deaths and environments that exist without the context of these places being in a minecraft server

With the growing supernatural conflict and world building, i can’t imagine what magical bullshit’s up with the server and its relationship with Dream (or hell, DreamXD)

[evienyx]

DSMP Citizens POV 4: The Rebellious Teenager

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Hel had lived on the Dream SMP server for longer than they cared to remember. Their parents had moved them and their siblings to the server rather early on, before there was anything more than the main faction. It was peaceful, for a good while, and Hel did their studies, made friends, and lived a calm life.

Then, though, a man by the name of Wilbur Soot, with the help of his right-hand man, TommyInnit, started a revolution, fighting for independence from the rest of the server, and things seemed to almost immediately fall into chaos.

Hel, the oldest of their siblings and right around the same age as TommyInnit himself, did what their parents told them to do: Stay out of trouble. Dream, the Admin of the server, was decidedly not happy with L’Manburg’s defiance, and each side rallied their forces to prepare for a war.

“Hel,” their mother said as they stared out the window at respawned troops running back toward the battlefield, smoke billowing into the sky, “Stay out of it. Don’t get caught in the crossfire because you’re curious. You’ll just end up making enemies, and they’ll come after your siblings just to get back at you, I promise you they will.”

A hand rested on their shoulder. They turned their head to meet their mother’s firm gaze. “Stay out of it.”

And so Hel stayed out of it.

Their friends made bets on which side would win and how.

“I’ll say Dream will win by killing all of them for… three diamonds.”

“Ha, c’mon, that’s lame! I’ll say Dream wins by killing them all and imprisoning them when they respawn for, uh, let’s say five diamonds.”

“I bet Dream kills them all until all their lives are gone for, uh, three diamonds.”

Hel was the only one who bet that L’Manburg would end up winning. They took home most of the prize pool, with one of their friends getting a small cut for correctly guessing that Dream would have a traitor working for him within L’Manburg.

“Who was the traitor?” One of their friends asked them, as Hel was the one who had been the most interested in the members of the Revolution.

Hel shrugged. That information had been kept rather underwraps.

“Oh, well. Anyway, what do you think about King Eret being in charge, now?”

“A puppet monarch if ever I’ve seen one.”

“Yeah, but a pretty puppet monarch.”

“Point taken.”

After L’Manburg gained independence, Hel came home from school one day to boxes lining the front room of the house.

“What’s going on?”

“Mom and Dad decided we’re moving to L’Manburg,” their younger sister said, passing by with her arms full of books that she dropped into a nearby box. “Now that the war is over, they decided that they like President Soot’s policies more, I guess.”

Hel raised an eyebrow but grabbed a box and moved upstairs to begin packing away their own things.

“Why didn’t you fight for L’Manburg?” Their new neighbor, someone who had, asked them about a week after they’d moved in.

“Wanted to stay out of trouble,” Hel replied simply. The neighbor shrugged, passed over a welcome gift of flowers from the Prime Path Flower Shop, and left. Hel shifted the bundle of daffodils in their hands before moving to put them into a vase.

A bit of time passed, and the L’Manburg elections were announced. Hel’s parents and siblings all stayed rather distant from politics.

“No need to waste time paying attention to something that doesn’t matter anyway,” their father said as he held the ladder so their mother could paint the new wood on a corner of their house that had gotten blown apart during a recent conflict between VP Tommy and Dream.

“At least this doesn’t cost us anything to redo,” their mother said each time, as President Soot allocated funds to anyone who needed to rebuild because of a conflict that they weren’t involved in.

“Still need to do the labor,” Hel responded every time, often on their hands and knees to assist their parents.

Their mother would hum vaguely, then, and continue working.

Hel could understand their parents not wanting to pay attention while it was just POG2020 in the running, but when SWAG2020 announced their candidacy, their family still didn’t care. There were stakes now, things that could change in the event that the administration changed, but still their parents didn’t even bother listening to what each candidate promised.

“There are how many parties, now?” Their mother asked one evening when Hel mentioned the debates.

“Four. POG2020, SWAG2020, SCHLATT2020, and COCONUT2020,” Hel replied, despite the fact that they had just talked about this.

Their mother furrowed her eyebrows. “Which one is led by Secretary Underscore, again?”

“None of them.”

As the elections approached, Hel found themselves getting more and more nervous. There were people, ones who had moved into L’Manburg and the server itself long after the Revolution and so had never witnessed Wilbur Soot’s leadership in action, who were passionately supporting SWAG2020.

“A change in leadership is needed,” one of their friends, someone who had moved from a larger survival server with their family about a week-and-a-half after the L’Manburg Revolution ended. “President Soot and VP Tommy have been in charge this whole time! A new perspective is necessary for the country to develop.”

When the election results were announced, Hel wondered if this was what their friend had meant by ‘a new perspective.’

Their parents hadn’t come to hear the results, nor to witness the inauguration that would immediately follow, but Hel was there in the stands, watching the members of the four campaigns standing on the stage above.

President Soot announced the victory of SCHLATT2020 thanks to the coalition government, and he sat with VP Tommy in reserved seats just a few rows ahead of Hel as Schlatt took the microphone for himself.

Then, before Hel could even blink, the leaders of the previous administration were being chased out of the event, and then ex-President Soot fell over, an arrow in his back and screams for VP Tommy on his lips/, and then his body was gone, returned to the server for the second time, with only one more chance before it would stay there for good.

Hel heard whispers of an internal rebellion, led by Niki Nihachu, who were in support of the Pogtopia rebellion that was sprouting up under direction of Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit, and immediately went to the bakery.

“Hello,” Niki Nihachu said, looking rather exhausted as she grabbed a cupcake for another customer and began to bag it. “How can I help you today?”

Hel wet their lips, remembering what one of their friends told them to say. “Feel free to call me crazy, but I was actually wondering if you had anything made with cave crawlers?”

The customer in front of them gave them an odd look as they paid for their cupcake.

“I’ll see if I can find something,” Nihachu said, cracking a smile. “Could you wait for a few minutes?”

Hel nodded and the other customer hurried out of the shop a moment later. Nihachu helped two more people who entered the bakery before she moved into the back room, beckoning at them to follow.

“Niki, nice to meet you,” she said, holding out a hand. Hel took her hand in theirs and shook it firmly.

“I’m Hel, it’s nice to meet you, too,” they replied. “I’ve been trying to get my parents to move to Pogtopia to support the rebellion, but they don’t want to, so I’m here to help however I can.”

Niki smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.”

They snuck around with their friends involved in Niki’s internal rebellion, listening to what the baker told them to do, silently tipping her extra money to compensate for her increased taxes, and, one night, as they were sneaking back into their house in Manburg after helping vandalize the White House, the lights flicked on as they moved to go up the stairs.

Hel winced. They took in a deep breath and turned around to see their parents standing there, arms crossed, their oldest younger sibling standing next to them.

“Hey, guys,” Hel said, forcing a smile. “I was just grabbing some water…”

Their mother glared, and they felt their heart sink in their chest.

“I wasn’t doing anything dangerous!” Hel exclaimed five minutes later, sat on the couch with their parents looming over them. Their siblings weren’t being very discreet where they stood on the stairs, peering around the corner.

“You’re part of a rebellion!” Their father replied. “That, by definition, is dangerous!”

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me!” Hel shot back. “I’m in my final year of school, I’m basically an adult!”

“But you’re not, Hel, you’re not!”

"Well someone has to be!" Hel growled out. "Schlatt is ruining this country!"

"You don't need to be worrying about that," their mother said. "You work on your studies, and play with your friends, and stop it with all this rebellion talk."

"I'm not going to go live in Hypixel like you and Dad did!" Hel said. "I don't want to go to a 'big' server to 'find myself!' I'm going to stay here and I am going to fight for what I care about!"

"What, you're just going to leave? Go join the rebellion. Leave you family behind?" Their mother asked, her nostrils flaring and hair wild.

Hel grit their teeth. "Watch me."

Their parents calling their name behind them, younger siblings frozen around the corner, Hel shouldered their bag again and stalked out the door, slamming it closed as they went. Their face hot and eyes stinging, Hel went to the spot on the Manburg border that they had learned was never surveilled, glanced around, and then slipped into the forest.

A few hours later, they ran into a Pogtopia scouting group, who attacked them until they managed to say the newest code that they had been given for the rebellion. One member of the group split off to lead them back through the forest farther.

"Pogtopia isn't the most... luxurious, I guess," the scout said, "But it's not forever." They turned and faced a dirty wall of rock. The scout knocked on the rock in a rather quick pattern, and a moment later, the wall fell away to reveal the tired face of a guard. The scout nodded to the guard, who returned the greeting, and Hel followed them inside, the rock wall closing behind them. As the scout led them down the stairs, they looked back at Hel and said, "I hope you like potatoes."

Before Hel could ask what they were talking about, they went around the final turn in the staircase and emerged in an enormous ravine. Lanterns hung from the ceiling, bridges strung across to allow access to rooms dug into the walls. The bottom of the ravine was expanded out, and people moved past one another with a surprising amount of purpose.

"Welcome to Pogtopia," the scout said, patting Hel on the shoulder. They realized that they had been staring. The scout cracked a smile. "C'mon. Let's get you sorted."

Hel was given a bunk a few hours after, a chest for themself, and was officially a member of Pogtopia. As they talked with friends that they hadn't seen since the election, they pretended that their heart didn't feel a bit empty.

For the months following, Hel assisted where they could. They helped establish firmer contact with Nihachu and the internal rebellion. They gave any information they had, and contacted trustworthy friends of theirs to get insider information. They attended training to learn how to wield a weapon, and they was taught how to disguise themselves, and quiet their footsteps, and, for some reason, how to prepare potatoes.

"Sometimes we need extra hands," the kitchen head who had asked President Soot to require the class told Hel. "Technoblade grows a lot of potatoes."

Hel found that that was true very quickly when, a week later, they were called out of training early to help out at the kitchens and watched as a piglin hybrid lugged in barrels and barrels of potatoes.

"This enough?" The hybrid asked gruffly once he'd brought in the sixth and final barrel.

The Head Chef nodded, a gentle smile on her face. "Yes, this will be good for the week, thank you, Technoblade."

Technoblade gave her a nod in return before turning and leaving the room without another word.

"We prepare everything other than dinner in advance," the Head Chef told Hel after the hybrid was gone. "And sometimes he shows up with more than this. Thankfully we had enough forewarning to get some help here before he showed up."

Other than the cold, damp nature of the ravine, and the general serious, somber feeling that clouded everything, Pogtopia wasn't the worst place to live. Hel enjoyed themself more than they had living with their parents, and they felt like they had a purpose, much more than when all they did was study.

"Tomorrow, November 16th, we shall fight the combined forces of Manburg and the Greater SMP to determine the fate of our country," President Soot said. Everyone had seen the deterioration of their leader, there was no way to miss it, and the mania in his eyes was present even now, but he was smiling, and he sounded hopeful, so the people couldn't help but feel the same. "Those of you who wish to fight have already indicated so, and everyone else has been given their jobs."

Niki Nihachu, who had fully joined Pogtopia after the Manburg Festival, stepped forward. "Remember, you might be fighting against friends. You might be fighting against family. The Manburg and Greater SMP forces will be shooting to kill. You must be prepared to do the same."

"We will not ask you to sacrifice your morals," President Soot continued, "But if you do not think that you would be able to kill if you're backed into a corner, then feel free to pull yourself from the forces. Make sure you do it by the end of the night."

Soot's fingers tapped aggressively against his leg, and he kept glancing up to the roof of the ravine. Then, without another word, he was gone, Niki trailing behind him.

The people of Pogtopia who had been present and not just listening over the loudspeakers dispersed to go prepare for the battle the next day. As they did, there was a crackle above them again and, just as it had twice every day for weeks, VP Tommy's voice came through the speakers.

"Hello, Pogtopia!" He exclaimed, static filling his words thanks to his volume. Someone hissed at him, and he quieted. "Er, sorry. This is Big Man TommyInnit, just reminding you again not to touch any of the buttons on the walls if you don't want everyone to die! Thanks!" There was another crackle, and the voice disappeared.

Hel exchanged glances with the person next to them and shifted a bit more away from the wall before continuing on.

The battle the following day went by quickly. Their family was nowhere to be seen, and Hel had been put on ranged combat, anyway. They bowed down anyone not on their side, and hoped that none of the people they were killing were on their last life.

When all was said and done, Hel stood watching the newly-inaugurated President Tubbo speak of rebuilding their country, and Hel felt pride swell up in their chest feeling that, now that they've fought for L'Manburg, they could truly call it theirs.

Then, there was a hissing below them. People in the crowd around them screamed. Hel spun around, watching in confusion as the people ran. The ground shook, then everything froze for a moment, and then they were gone.

Hel shot up in their bunk in Pogtopia. Their hands shook, their face was hot, tears falling from their eyes. Someone grabbed at them, and they let out a cry, whacking the hand away.

"Hey, Hel, calm down, calm down."

They blinked and focused in on the Head Chef, standing in front of them with a gentle smile.

"What happened?" She asked.

Hel's mouth was dry. They wet their lips.

"We... We won," Hel said.

The Head Chef gasped and relayed the information to someone at the door, who called it out to the rest of the occupants of the ravine. The remaining members of Pogtopia could be heard cheering.

"Wait, if we won..." The Head Chef looked down at them. "How did you die?"

Hel, as well as the other Pogtopia members who were respawning from the explosion and following fight, explained what had happened. Apparently, Hel got off lucky, as Technoblade had then spawned Withers. That was when they all noticed the notification that had shot through their communicators, one that informed the whole server of Wilbur Soot's death.

"That was his last life," the Head Chef said, and she sounded like she wasn't particularly surprised. Her arms, at some point, had ended up embracing Hel.

"So, we won, but our country is gone, and whatever is left is being led by a teenager?" Someone asked.

Hel, sixteen-years-old and freshly dead themself, buried their face in their hands and pretended that the Head Chef's arms, holding them close, were their parents' instead.

[rawwalnut]

Alright, I'm going on a rant about the dream smp and the members being disgusting and problematic TW FOR: RACISM, MISOGYNY, HOMOPHOBIA, TRANSPHOBIA, ANTISEMITISM, PEDOPHILIA, ect.

Dream: Has made a joke about lynching (lynching is when the KKK hanged the African Americans), Dream has said the r slur and said disabled people were "stupid idiotic individuals", dream has been queerbaiting with GNF. Made microaggressions to black people, invalidated indigenous people many times and saying "land back" isnt valid because it isn't their right. Has also made a joke about selling black people as slaves.

Georgenotfound: Queerbaiting with Dream, played a game with Fundy and said that SA was normal

Wilbur soot: Said the t slur, Anti-semitic and racist lyrics, defended jschlatt for saying the n word, in his earlier videos he hanged out with misogynistic friends

Fundy: Mocked AAVE, implied he was joking about SA when he said "the drugs will make her forget", joked about being a pedophile, called black people "monkeys"

Tommyinnit: Hes just outright creepy towards women, especially female celebrities such as Taylor Swift, mocked arabians, made a slave joke, related to lesbian struggles as a little funny "joke"

Quackity: Referred to east asians as "ching chongs" then proceeded to pull his eyes back to mock them, said the r slur

Jshlatt: this dude isnt even funny, hes just absolutely disgusting, he goes from making jokes about touching kids, digital blackface, saying slurs, and much more.

Minx: Pedophile, said they'd do "it" with a 13 year old, stereotyped Hispanic and Latino People, said many slurs.

Philizia: Mocked disabled people then said the r slur

Technoblade: Has a major racism issue in general, blamed asians for coronavirus, asked if h1tl3r was a lesbian, claimed he wanted to be racist when he grows up

Badboyhalo: Made a joke about self harm, made a racist comment on the black lives matter movement

Sapnap, dream, and badboyhalo all defended their racist, ableist friend a6d

Eret: lesbianphobic, deadnamed elliot page

Skeppy: said the n word

Tubbo: said the f slur

Now, there is some unproblematic members such as ranboo, although ranboo is allowing actions of the dream smp.

If you still support the dream smp members after this, you are a disgusting person. Its common sense to not support someone who is racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, antisemitic ect JUST because you like them. I will be providing proof/evidence in my next post. These members have only apologized because the clips of them doing this went viral, plus most of the apologies were half-assed and scripted. These are not funny at all, nor should they be joked about.

[dads-back-from-the-store]

I thought I was safe from the mcyt on ur blog but NO I AM NOT what did I do to deserve this dad!?

ok, so this is kind of a long statement because I want to be clear about something on my blog; tldr, I enjoy the storyline and other smp members (because the server is community owned at this point) but I do not support dream as a person if this is what this is about.

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i tag every mcyt post i make with tw dream smp and tw mcyt. i wanna make it very clear that i do not support dream as a person. the actions that he has made absolutely need to be condemned and I’m not going to defend him. the team is community owned at this point and for me it wouldn’t be fair to bash every other member for just being in his servers. i want to make it clear that I do not like dream as a person if this is what this is about. I do not support the decisions that he’s made. there have been 900+ streams on the smp server and I’m not going to try and cancel every other person in there because of some statements dream made. (if I’m right) those tweets were deleted + weren’t seen by a lot of people so it’s a good chance that they don’t even know about what he said. it doesn’t make it better at all because he deleted them, but still; a lot of people did not see those tweets. I do believe they should be brought to attention. I’m just saying that other members probably have not seen them.

as a neurodivergent person, his tweet about the r slur did legitimately offend me. I’m not going to defend him for that. nor am I going to defend him from his racist statement because he absolutely should not have said that. but in my personal opinion it should not fall on other members or reflect on them because of the reasons I have stated.

I tag every mcyt post + post containing dream smp because I know it can be triggering. if any of you want to block those tags now, that’s okay. if any of you want to unfollow because I’m a little involved in the fandom and that makes you uncomfortable, that’s also okay. I just want to make it very clear that I do not support dream.