#The Sleepy Smp

[trenchcoatdemon]

Wait wait hold on!! If you like Minecraft and play on beckrock you might wanna hear this!! :D

(More info below)

You have been invited to join the sleepy smp! A empires smp inspired smp, that's, a lot of smp,

It will start on April 21st, or, whenever we fully fill up slots, gives people enough time to get everything they need together! Art? Lore? Pretty skins? Mental stability? Anything!

*puts on epic announcer voice*

Are you a lonely 13 - 20 year old person looking for friends? Specifically 3/10 people?

Are you someone who loves lore but can't find a bedrock smp that fits a dreamy Royal theme?(open in realm rp if prompted!)

Do you like bells?

Well come on over to the sleepy smp! Where you play the ruler of a dream kingdom forced down to earth to re-create your kingdom from scratch, are you cursed? Are you a pretty cottagecore person? Are you a mysterious alchemist? It's all up to you! your character can have so much character development in the time they're defending themselves in the woods! You can have Ally's! You can have enemy's! The kingdoms result is at your fingertips, aren't good at building? You don't have to build a giant kingdom! Just do what makes you happy! It doesn't have to be giant, it can just be a house or two! But it's yours,

For a example! I have a character named Cotrus, they're the king of CandleWire, the kingdom full of lovely scented candles and home memory's..All of the candles smell like each persons favorite childhood smell, but to them only, you smell butterscotch? Someone else smells sugar cookies! He wants anyone who visits his kingdom to feel at home, he'll make you hot coco and let you warm up from the cold if you just ask,

Interested? Shoot me a dm! The only thing required is discord and well, ability to play online bedrock! That's it!

[artistichermit]

I call this mess my Chrono Cross brainrot mixed with Minecraft block people.

Anyway, the context is I just wanted Bedrock Bros, and then Phil snuck in there after I remembered how sad I was that Lynx's connection to Serge just got a passing mention.

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[hellothereimaloser]

Yeahhh 😭 can u guess why i love these dragon kids so much?

[sethdomain]

someone should write a species swap fic

[senvurii]

i made a Worlds Worst Chart in order to even try to begin to describe csbi's dynamic in my head feel free to comment

[piink-u]

I hope people understand that when I say "I miss the dsmp" that I don't mean some people, some story lines, some general things, the fandom... Hells, I barely miss the part of the lore or characters I liked.

What I miss is crimeboys making an alleyway simply because they wanted to play more together after the lore for the day was done. I miss Tubbo spinning around on the spot trying to find a giggling Wilbur. I miss Wilbur smiling to himself and writing on chat just for us to see that "Tubbo reminds me of myself when younger". I miss Techno getting into the server tired as fuck just cause one of his friends called him and wanted to do absolutely nothing in Minecraft with him. I miss Wilbur staying awake until ungodly hours to keep Techno company when my man was farming potatoes and try-harding. I miss SBI and friends crashing into Phil's hardcore streams to talk about nothing at all and absolutely everything just to be together and laugh and say shit. I miss Tommy trying to make sense of something and the smile on his face after Wilbur would laugh heartily and say "That's quote book, for sure". I miss stories about late night gameplays of fucking TF2. I miss chat crying to Phil, his sigh, his giggle and his "What did they do?". I...

I guess I just miss them.

[killin-kel]

I'm not really good at capturing holiday spirit, but I wanted to draw something anyway, just to say thank you to all who likes my art and wish everyone who sees this post the very best new year! 💥💥

[ryemackerel]

more healing/domestic-ish kinda au where i can imagine phil told twinsduo to go to the store just to buy groceries! tommy couldn’t come along because phil does NOT trust that kid probably shoplifting the entire place. (he also doesn’t trust wilbur but he had techno go along just to keep him in check LMAOO)

text:

“BruUuh, wait, is this even the right brand”

“Wait wait? give that to me, let me see.”

“what does this even say?? bro i swear my glasses aren’t good anymore”

“Dad wrote on the list that we needed ‘Chewy Crisps (tm)’”

“wait, then-“

“…Techno, that’s *Sun Chips*”

“B R U H”

[mof17]

The Dessert Tends to Get a Bit Cold at Night

[anxiouspotionofgloom]

Grian calls him back to the mountains. Not calling, really, just two little words covering the distance between them, but Scar can hear his voice all the same.

"I gotta come back." He says, distracted, words slipping out from his teeth like they hadn't quite realized their existence yet - the almost tangible bond in between them tugging him up the stairs with a speed his thoughts can't match.

His fingers still shake from the adrenaline, frozen in the phantom sensation of pulling back the string of his bow. There's a giggle stuck in the back of his throat.

A cheap move he'd called it - frustrated around the edges, self-deprecation staining the corner of his lips - but now all he can think about is the arc of Grian's fall, a parabola no mathematical formula will ever understand.

He gets there alone, sun high in the way it means it's burning, and Grian is waiting for him with two bright red blocks of TNT by his side.

"You deserve this." His hair sticks out in all directions, kinetic energy from the fall that had nowhere else to go, and Scar almost thinks himself back to the start of the session when time slowed down to the millisecond of destruction - a spark, a flame, that familiar hiss that always made your heart skip a beat in instinctive fear.

The wooden boards are shattered in an instant.

His "NO!" is loud, but the feelings behind it are half-assed, an emotional reciprocity to Grian's frazzled look he just simply can't bring himself to match. The truth is that he's pissed a little bit, but that damn giggle is still stuck to the wall of his trachea, threatening to escape with every little breath.

Grian shifts on his feet a little, idly nudging a pebble to fall into the newly formed hole with an echoing click. "That's how little that reputation board meant, I was in good favour Scar!"

It takes him a second to blink. "Wait, no you weren't! You were on 0 with a sad face!" It's easy to act outraged, and easier still to step closer to Grian - the darkness of the night closing in on them, clinging to the sharp angle of Grian's nose and twisting his face into a frown. "Okay well-"

Scar cuts him short, pressing, eager for a way to get back under his skin in a way that makes him whole. "Maybe we're even now!"The answer is instantaneous. "No. That's not how this works!" His words are laced with the hint of a laugh there, and Scar knows he's already almost won him over.

Grian takes a step closer - toying the line of reaching for Scar's coat, his narrowed eyes piercing him all the way to his heart. "You know I wouldn't be able to kill you anyways," He parrots, the white of his teeth gleaming in the light. "Where did that go, huh?"

The sheepish smile is impossible to swallow back. "Well you see it was- it was a lapse of judgment! Can you really blame a man for being a bit depressed none of his traps worked?"

Grian rolls his eyes. "You got two kills this session Scar, I don't think you're very deserving of my pity there. Skizz got none!"

"He could have if he'd pressed that lever faster than Jimmy."

An incredulous look is thrown his way. "And kill me and Mumbo? I don't know what kind of teammates you've got, but that's not how we do this." His face is scrunched up in annoyance, lips flattened in that particular way that always made Scar want to kiss them until they opened in the shape of his name.

But red had cradled his cheeks just not that long ago, and it seemed his neurons hadn't had time to settle back into being green, because self-restraint doesn't bind his limbs back under control when he succumbs to the impulsion of kissing Grian.

His first impression is that he tastes like smoke, with a heavy touch of explosion - the detonator to a bomb Scar can feel buried in his heart.

There's a surprised little noise in the microscopic space between their lips, before Grian kisses him back hard enough to bruise.

"You respawned in my bed again." Scar pants in between kisses, like it will explain anything. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't, but he's too busy burying his nails into Grian's waist to care much for it.

And then, because they don't have time, because it's day again and Scar's bow is still hanging up on his back, they pull away with one last touch that almost feels regretful.

Scar steps back, rolling on his heels a little before turning to where Grian's teammates are with a smile. "I'm glad we're even now, thank god!"

The speed at which Grian's face becomes infuriated again is so comical that Scar nearly trips on his descent. "That's not how it works!" It sounds like he's gritting his teeth, red bitten lips pursed yet again, but the angry tone is betrayed by the fondness hiding underneath.

The words fade away as Scar tumbles his way down to Mumbo and Skizz but Grian's laugh stays, a sharp and hypnotic sound dancing in the air.

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(this session made me a little bit insane about them, so take this <3 Shoutout to my friend Sparrow who convinced me to post this on here <3 skkdjdskjks the potion do be anxious sometime 😔)

[trenchcoatdemon]

Some more lore about candlewire :

Though it is a place full of lovely scented candles and childhood memories...theres something more sinister lurking in the shadows, why does the king never show anyone his face even though he's so open to talk with strangers? Why do the candles never melt? The kingdom constantly has this empty liminal feeling to it, like something isn't right, that feeling of being watched, that lurking of unreality smudged by the lovely smell of candles, everything is fine yes? Your safe within the kingdom, but maybe don't try to go looking around too much...you might just see something you don't wish too,

[favoure]

a lifetime of indentured servitude

used this frame from the mv of "femme fatale" by kedarui as ref for this piece ! just thought that it fit them perfectly orz

[shutupanakin]

The Dream SMP is server locked.

It’s what Dream tells them after they join, after they’re white listed; they’re server locked. If you really wanted to leave, fine, but you can’t come back. It’s supposed to be a forever home, after all.

The DSMP is server locked; that’s what he tells them. He doesn’t tell them there are no communications, in or out, they figure that part out on their own.

Tommy realizes it when he joins and can’t contact Wilbur; it’s why Wilbur joined so soon after, the lack of communication had initially freaked him out.

Wilbur realizes it when he tries to send a comm message to Phil and is met with an ‘error’ code. The only way for him to communicate with his father is his strange, magical crows. That’s fine. He misses Shubble, Scott. Fuck, he’ll miss MCC, but he can make a home here.

The three life rule seems fair, at first. The DSMP isn’t a hardcore server, it’s a SMP. Surely there’s no need for it. Surely Dream won’t let his players perma die.

It’s an issue, when more and more people join; when the wars start. When people start dying. When re-spawns hurt.

It’s an issue, outside of the server, too; thirty people disappearing into thin air is a problem. A communication black out from a server is unprecedented— it raises concern from other admins. (Especially Scott Smajor, who lost a good chunk of his MCC players.)

Messages go unsent— on both sides, inside and out. The last thing on Wilbur Soot’s comm before he dies is an apology to Shubble that never sent.

Tommy tries, in exile; he’s desperate. He knows it won’t work, but maybe something will patch through. He tries his friends; Deo, Wisp, Eryn, Freddie. Then some admins— particularly Scott and Xisuma. Some more impressive players, like CaptainSparklez, Grian, Sneeg. He begs, pleads, he apologizes and he spans over and over and nothing goes through.

On the other side; the Dream SMP has slowly become an issue. No one can get through that fire-wall, getting into the server, let alone communicate is impossible. All their concerns and calls are met with error codes.

(With a three live spawn lock, no way out, no communications, they are stuck there. Most don’t realize it; they’re lucky. They. Are. Stuck. There. You try to keep your lives, you try to stay of of conflict because if you Die you will be sent somewhere so much more worse then deaths true realm. You will live the rest of your life on that server because— You. Are. Stuck. There.)

[sethdomain]

the last time you'll see this comic full colered(maybe)

Tommy: Phil why are you whitewashed

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[tealvz]

zzzz guys

[artistichermit]

The Chrono Cross brainrot mixed with Minecraft block people continues. It's still not over, I've got a bit left floating around in the ol' noggin.

Anyway, spoilers (kinda. Just for a major plot point and nothing else. This is a crossover AU after all.) for Chrono Cross beyond this point.

So anyway, everyone is having an awful time, except for Phil.

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