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army dreamers — a c!sunshipduo animatic
#guqqie#sola#guqqie fanart#csunshipduo#aimsey fanart#aimsey#sunshipduo#bear smp#cguqqie#caimsey#guqqie arg#sola fanart
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you’ve been sending flowers…
video version below cut ! rbs appreciated this took oh so long-
// cw for slight flashing and glitch effects!
if this doesn’t show up in the tags I’m going to be so upset
#mcyt#dsmp#bear smp#aimsey#aimseytv#aimsey art#aimseytv fanart#c!aimsey#c!aimsey fanart#guqqie#guqqie fanart#c!guqqie#c!guqqie fanart#sunshipduo#c!sunshipduo#sunshipduo fanart#c!sunshipduo fanart#10pieceart#give me attention /silly#tw death#ask to tag
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any billzo enjoyers on tumblr?
#art#artists on tumblr#illustration#fanart#digital art#sketch#artwork#billzo#dsmp#dsmp fanart#dsmp art#dream smp#dsmpblr#ranboo#sneegsnag#tommyinnit#bill4#billzo art#billzo fanart#badlinu#portait#twitch#bear smp#aimsey#aimsey tv
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Event Announcement
Mcyt Non-POV is going to be a two-week prompt event w/ prompt submissions (and possibly voting)!! As a reminder this is a sfw event focusing on "non-pov" characters like npcs, side characters, pets, ext.
The Prompt Fortnight will be on September 22 to October 5!! I'm planning on all the prep work being spread around August and late July, but the exact dates for that are still in planning so that's subject to change.
Once dates are figured out, I'll be asking for 1-3 extra Mods, who will be mainly to help queue things as we each are individually available during the event, and also if they want to help sort out + plan the prompts beforehand :)
#mod eton#mcyt event#mcytblr#mcytblrsource#hermitblr#hermitcraft#dsmpblr#dsmp#qsmpblr#qsmp#life series#trafficblr#lifesteal smp#empires smp#empiresblr#afterlife smp#new life smp#sos smp#dominion smp#rats smp#outsiders smp#kingdomcraft#pirates smp#bear smp#kaboodle smp#aimsey smp#asmp#showtime smp
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I choose compassion, and will build a kinder future.
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SO HOW ABOUT THAT #caimseyfinale HUH???
I've missed them so muuuuuch!!!
Speedpaint:
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#myart#aimsey fanart#c!aimsey#c!Ranboo#ranboo fanart#bear smp#dsmp#hope for an endless sunset#cAimseyFinale#I MISSED THEM SO MUCH#Youtube
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c!sunshipduo mug c!sunshipduo mug c!sunshipduo mug c!sunshipduo mug
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Been watching a lot of guqqie vods
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falling (as if it was the first time to)
asmp: aimsey (he/they) /guqqie (she/her)
guqqie is exhausted of falling, but she is so hopelessly bound to
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"The Moon Will Sing
Of our stories,
For Moon will be our forever only witness."
Staring skyward, at the flickering Aurora, from this little place of comfort, Guqqie felt its presence. How its graceful, everlasting nonexistence submerged all she had created into impeccable nothing. This Void. This ravenous, insatiable Void, that turned decades of neglect into dust at best.
Snowfall.
How unbearably easy it is to fall in love with the snow, waltzing, slowly, lightly, so unerringly graciously. There, bewitched by the cautious pas the snowflakes danced, covering the traitorous steps that threatened to uncover the secret path, stood Guqqie, hidden by the emerald tree crown. The Fox could not escape the eerie voices emerging from, it seemed, the cosmic abyss, whispering an end of this realm. "It will fall." — yes, it will, like any other prior, for she failed, as was foretold, once again.
There will soon be no more realms for The Walkers to defend. Nevertheless, none of them were ever sufficient enough to last. Never good enough to finish. Always precisely bad to end.
Having pledged her life on something so grandeur — the Prince's — she found no point at staring at the sky, pondering upon the risk of it falling. Can one speak of equality of all living things if hierarchy like that exists? Or, perhaps, there is no philosophy in the lives of ethereal beings? For they, the otherworldly, bind the shards of glass to weave a new world, embedded with broken, distorted Time to count the days down with. Grotesquely, "only time will tell" doesn't work here, for The Time couldn't care less — Time is unbothered, interwoven into universe, lacking a purpose. And they — they don't care about the days. They will end anyway. Speaking frankly, it seemed merely sad.
"Aurora is supposed to be a rarity," she thought, feeling the burden of meaning behind these words.
For some dream of it. To appreciate its magnificence if only once a lifetime and return to their routine, satisfied, accomplished, until it condescendes to them again, if ever. It adornes, embellishes, thus amazes.
Yet, how many countless times she has witnessed it? Over and over, the quantity so meaningless, the word "countless" itself seemed more akin to "uncountable". Similar in its uniqueness, coalescing into some whole, formless, shapeless something, disobedient to ordinals. The Fox couldn't help judging her own reasoning, as new ideas felt rudimentary, albeit justified. However, there was no place to blame rapidly deteriorating sense of beauty, as these monotonous events, in their appallingly remarkable similarity, had held her mind captive until the moment of catharsis — the one when she showed what it's like for her to fall in love (with the snow, of course, not some special person, of course not). Yet, mesmerized by the very idea of probability, Guqqie traveled through the forests, across the river, up the snowy mountain to the treehouse, the very special place.
The wish to make the hideout this exact type of building was as irresistible as was the one to build a farm just beside the castle. And the ledge it was built on seemed merely perfect, just above the valley — glorious hills, studded with wildflowers. It would be a lie if she said she wasn't proud of this one, especially the way the wide terrace was always the place to move the story forward. Would anyone believe that it was a pure coincidence that it could have been a perfect observatory for celestial studies? How fabulous it was to spectate starfalls, auroras, to simply watch the stars from the place you first express your love at? Acknowledging it, giving it a voice, a tone, a rhythm.
That being said, does it not impress her still? Sunsets don't, nor they ever could. Sunset had only implied the decline of the daylight — "Good job," it mocked, "you managed their surviving, now how about the nighttime?" — oh, how exhausted she was by nightly occurrence of someone's deathwish. However, she couldn't help loving the sight rather than the event itself. She could have sworn she loved sunsets in some other universe.
It was sunrise that usually symbolised a true victory.
Good job.
"You've got them through the night. You did your best."
Then which one of us is prone to machiavellism, so shamelessly alive, and if it already was not enough, so outrageously loving?
The Sword or The Crown?
The Fox or The Prince?
The Sunset or The Sunrise?
The Spectator, perhaps, The Agent, or The Narrator?
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Aimsey vividly remembers the second she looked away from the sky that one time. And her glacier-colored eyes, luminous with something yet unknown to them — something, that felt like a spark of recognition she tried to stifle away — locking onto theirs. As if she was falling — for or down — once again, thus without terror nor shock, aglow with the Northern Lights, "you were sparkling — the eyes, illuminating everlasting adoration; I think I had never thought before the way you must have seen me."
"Don't worry, I'll just forget," he whispers.
Oh.
"Be sure, I'll remember this time," he once lied unknowingly.
"When you watch me fall in love with you all over again. When you build a village, find people to create an elaborate plan with to keep me safe, you let me to get to know you better with each time we restart, you want me to want you more than I did our last try, but I just... forget." his cries echoed in her memory.
"She kissed me, you know," he had once spoken to his only friend, covering his eyes with his hand and genuinely smiling, "the one I told you about."
The tear of sorrow trailed down the silver-lit skin in a silent manifestation.
Is it really possible to forget the moment someone found you simply more wondrous than the sight, presumably, so rare? Was it ever about the Aurora? Was it ever about the vastness of sky in exchange for his life?
Did they both experience this paradoxical feeling of simultaneous wish of both selfishness and selflessness? A warming, surprisingly comforting, however complex feeling, so akin to homesickness, yet undeniably stronger. Rebellious and calming, nearly defiant, and still so tender it seemed fragile.
"What does homesickness feel like anyways?" he wondered, "Can one feel miss the place having never been there?"
But home, home, seems like a place to dream of. Longing — a feeling so distant yet so familiar, like the dream about the field of tulips. Sunset-orange, grading to twilight-blue sky, with tweaks of pastel yellow clouds — a sight to remember, what a loss that such place has never existed. Aimsey could have sworn they would have had a beautiful story there.
"There is one last thing I want you to remember, Little Fox: having loved you once I may have forgotten the sacred words we whispered but there is no possible universe I won't repeat them again."
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You know, Little Prince, you were deaf once. I had stopped us once again, then everything got anew, and you came into this realm not able to hear a single sound. It was utterly devastating for me, I hadn't had a single idea how to solve it. And when whatever went wrong started to fade and your hearing began coming back, you rushed to my pine-tree, stumbling over roots and burying yourself in a snow, falling over and over. You were such a delightful sight.
"Aimsey?" I then uttered, as if slightly surprised at your dramatic appearance.
I swear, I'd let every realm decay before my very eyes just in exchange for how you looked at me that moment.
As if I were the most magnificent being in the multiverse, as if your everlost feeling of home was found in that very moment, settled hiding within my features, within the notes of my voice's timbre, as if you just have felt the most majestic song in a single word. And I only did say your own name. You fall on your knees, melting to this moment, not daring to get your eyes off mine, speechless, and I rush forward, catching you in a warm embrace, stumbling with my questions, trying to understand what you are getting through. But you only look at me as if you're enchanted.
"Repeat," I have not heard your voice in this world, not as if I don't remember every octave of it, but it's hoarse and stifled, "Can you repeat my name, please?"
You hear me. And you've fallen like the first thing you've heard the most magical song. But I have only said your name.
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Distorted distant voice of the unreliable narrator cries, mute to all existent things in a brand-new realm.
Please, just let me die. Please, Guqqie! I want to remember who I was.
You will thank me later.
Remember this, my darling, we fall down the well, in love, into the dazzling darkness, but i know how to stop now.
"Name your courage now, Little Fox."
"You, Aimsey. You alone are all the courage I have ever had."
Once it ended, soft voice of one he could have known before might have recalled the philosophy of the paradox.
"That's exactly what's been missing here! I never thought of that before."
"Yeah, I guess it's just came to me."
Your name, free of ethereal titles, like the sweetest song to me, and our life, reborn in amnesia, under a new sky.
#asmp#sunshipduo#guqqie fanart#aimseyfanart#guqqie#asmp fanart#aimseylook#aimsey fanart#aimsey#aimsey smp#please be kind#and english is not my native language!#comments appreciated#i haven't written anything in five years please bear w me#okay love ya bye
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Every time someone brings up beep bear smp I feel the need to remind everyone that beep had a trans fem clone named bunny
#txt#Bear smp#Beep bear smp#Tubbo bear smp#Bunny bear smp#I still have an old wip of beep bunny and aimsey... I should finish that
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Guys pls
Pls consider this fic idea im begging you
c!Aimsey-oriented Modern AU fic where Aimsey is cursed with the ability to see and talk to spirits, and uses the ability to talk to Beep and Ranboo, two ghosts haunting two separate apartment buildings she stays at
Bear SMP lore is the first apartment building, Dream SMP lore is the second apartment building :>
Pls somebody hear me out, i have so many ideas for this and i never see c!Aimsey oriented fics like anywhere, pls pls pls hear me out
#aimsey tv#aimsey#c!aimsey#dream smp#bear smp#aimsey and guqqie#aimsey and beep#tubbo and aimsey#aimsey bear smp#sunshipduo#ranboo and aimsey#ghostboo#aimsey the angel of death#the haunting of apartments b42 and d23#dsmp fic#fanfic#beep bear smp
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had c!aimsey on the noggin
my love, do you dream?
// a sunshipduo poem //
#sorry if it’s hard to read this is the first edit of the new draft#c!aimsey#aimseytv#guqqie#c!guqqie#bear smp#bsmp#I was supposed to post this september.. it is.. march…#a baby could’ve learned to crawl in that time
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my absolute pride and joy: my sunshipduo playlists
especially my caimsey and cguqqie ive spent Hours on. caimsey is chronologically ordered as of a couple hours ago (kinda)
perpetual WIPs:
#aimsey fanart#guqqie#guqqie fanart#aimsey#bear smp#hope for an endless sunset#hfaes#caimsey#cguqqie#sunshipduo#csunshipduo#ssunshipduo#saimsey#sguqqie#ghguqqie#greenhouse guqqie#Spotify
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your needs, my needs
a short c!sunshipduo animatic based on the song your needs, my needs (slight flash warning)
doomed by the narrative who I only know csunshipduo in gay love <3
(please reblog this I worked really hard on it it took me two days 💔) (also btw if you wanna help me out go to this poll and vote the second option ❤️❤️❤️)
#mcyt#bear smp#bsmp#aimsey#aimsey fanart#aimseytv#aimsey art#c!aimsey#c!aimsey fanart#guqqie fanart#c!guqqie#c!guqqie fanart#sunshipduo#sunshipduo fanart#c!sunshipduo#c!sunshipduo fanart#10pieceart#guqqie art#flashing#slight flashing#guqqie
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you look... familiar?
#qsmp#qtubbo#qsmp aimsey#bear smp#beep my shining star#this didn't happen btw#im just insane its fine#actually its not fine im sick
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ASMP is here but I still can't stop thinking about this universe. Song is Sad Lesbians by Black Polish @aimseytv
#i love gay people#aimseytvfanart#aimsey fanart#aimsey#aimseytv#aimseyfanart#sunshipduo#sunshipduo fanart#i love lesbians#black polish may you keep making sad lesbian songs#gay people are real y'all#bsmp#bsmpfanart#balls#clip studio paint#bear smp#mcyt fanart#caprisart
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who is going to tell Aimseytv that I feel the same way about Sunshipduo that they do about Bubbeline. who is going to tell them.
#they give us little infodumps and I’m like king do you understand this is how I feel about YOUR characters#aimseytv#aimsey#guqqie#sunshipduo#bear smp#area unknown smp#cguqqie#caimsey#adventure time#bubbeline
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