#dream smp fundy

[give-grian-rights]

i never shut up with my friends about how fucking. cFundy just FUCKING KILLED HIMSELF? AS A WAY TO GET OUT OF A CONVERSATION WITH HIS DAD? like okay. okay. OKAY! thats a thing YOU CAN FUCKING DO I GUESS fucking shit fucking hell ?? ?

[delicehm]

A lonely ghost finds out that the world didn't change much since the last time he was alive x2

I finished this sketchhhh. Kind of. There was meant to be a background but I was to lazy to find the stream to get a reference

[house-of-cards-and-crime]

so, I thought of THE worst joke the other night (bear with me here)

we're generally aware of the fact that c!Fundy was (at least briefly) trans

but that got retconned (for understandable reasons)

HOWEVER, one could argue that, even if he is a completely cis man, c!Fundy was still AFAB

(this joke works in three different flavours: Assigned Fox/Fundy/Furry At Birth)

[iknowimdespicableme]

In and Out (Of Sync)

A short story about Fundy, and how he interacts with water and his family.

Words: 610

Trigger warnings: Brief mention of grief, death, and blood

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He stood where the land met the rolling waves, watching as the wind picked up and threw the water down again. Pushing. Pulling. Pushing. And pulling again.

A breath. In and out. Pushing and pulling.

The air was wet and cold. Sharp.

A breath. In and out. A push. A pull.

He brought his arms above his head, slowly. And then down again. Push, pull. In, out.

Again. A breath. In and out. Up and down. Push and pull.

One leg over the other, bare feet on freezing sand, sticking to his skin despite quick spins.

In and out and up and down and push and pull and forward and backward.

Feeling the sea and the land colliding, eyes closed, he moves his body in harmony. In tandem. In sync. In and out.

Hands on his chest and then off. On and off.

Eyes open and then closed. Open and closed.

Arm over arm. Over and then under.

Blood warm. Warm and cold.

Memories swimming. Swimming and drowning.

Hands being held and let go.

A mother and a father.

Dead. Alive.

He’s alive. In and out and open and under and closed and swimming and off and dead and alive and in and out.

A raindrop on his nose. And arm. And head. And open eyes.

Drawn to the sea like his mother before him. Drawn to his mother like his father. Scared like a father. Curious like a mother. Dead. And alive.

And yet so peaceful.

A mother’s voice.

In.

“I’m here, Fundy. I see you, my son.”

And out.

Grief, Fundy has found, has a push and a pull. It came in suffocating waves and fast currents. High and low tide. Receding shorelines and tsunamis.

Fundy never knew his mother, so he began to dance again. The rain hit him with increasing intensity.

And yet, there are bright shining memories of her at the edge of his vision. A sure voice.

Especially by the water. He could feel her in the push and the pull. The neverending cycle from sea to sky and back again.

He reached his arm out with closed eyes, lunging parallel to the sea.

Memories of pictures and stories told by his father flooded through Fundy, clenched his chest, furrowed his eyebrows.

He knew his father.

Such confusion and anger surrounded, clouded his father. Peace, his mother. Chaos, his father.

In.

Sweltering heat.

In.

Fire.

In.

The taste of warm blood.

In.

A lighting strike.

In.

Explosions.

In.

A comforting hug.

Out.

In.

Fundy closed his eyes.

Out.

He leaned backwards, out of the lunge, into a stretch.

The rain moved swiftly onwards towards the mainland. Fundy watched it go. As the thunder continued to clap and lightning lit up the sky, Fundy could hear the booming message.

In.

His father’s voice

“Fundy, my son. How proud of you I am.”

Out.

In.

And

Fundy brang his feet to meet each other, one arm outstretched towards the storm and the other reaching towards the calming sea.

In and out but both moving.

Pushing and pulling and both changing.

Up and down but both infinite.

Forward and backward but both steps.

On and off and open and closed and over and under and warm and cold and swimming and drowning and holding and letting go and dead and alive and it’s all the same.

The storm and the sea. Both are made of water.

Both are the same.

Everything. From the sun in the sky to the sand on the beach. The plants growing and the animals that eat them.

In one singular moment, Fundy felt that peace. The certainty. The balance. The understanding.

Out.

[arginnit]

og lmanburg crew selfie!

[greyfeu]

ive seen the dsmp resurgence goin on lately. Honestly, CCs aside, i really enjoyed my time watching and being in the fan space (art side specifically, i loved watching drama from afar). Here's a handful of old designs redraw, the old version under the cut

ok i had a few drawings so i just copy pasted my favorites (and not terrible ccs) on here with a bonus phil. this is from 2021 btw

[posseblr]

So with advice of the dead, and a halo over my head.

[mooni]

"c!tommy is pure good" "c!tommy is pure evil" c!tommy was a kid who did stupid things, paid the price, and then never stopped paying

[appleflavoredkitkats]

manbergian cabinet but it's alien stage album covers

[boygirlctommy]

the last stand of the fifth battalion

check out my commissions :D

[painless-innit-colourful]

the concept of the dream smp is completely mad like are we sure that wasn't a two year collective fever dream. a bunch of the biggest streamers in the m'necraft sphere on a server where it took one afternoon of breaking bad references to kick-start a two year sprawling in-game roleplay involving geo-political tensions, nations, one of the most accurate depictions of abuse in anything, necromancy, possession, a giant red egg, ghosts, a live suicide attempt and coming to terms with how sh't your dad was. all streamed on youtube and twitch. peak viewership on a single day was like 1.4 million people, involving some of the biggest names in the online gaming sphere, mr beast would log on every now and again and stop everyone role-playing to hunt for a bunch of gift cards that never got used, they were all gay all of the time for some reason, lil nas x logged on one time and built a tree house?? are we sure that was real like sure there were plenty of news articles on it for some reason but are we all totally sure that happened

[the-home-of-innovation]

Forever and always

[delicehm]

A lonely ghost find out that the world didn't change that much since the last time he was alive.

I'm so gonna turn this quick sketch into something more finished

(I WANTED TO DO IT AS THE REPOST OF THE POST I TOOK THE PICTURE FROM BUT I LOST IT AND COULDN'T FIND EVEN THROUGH SEARCH AND GOOGLE-LENS 💀💀💀💀)

[transmcytshowdown]

Fundy:

Submitted for: Dream SMP, Origins SMP

Headcanons: Trans man, he/him

Propaganda: Fundy confirmed that his Dream SMP character was canonically trans

JuanaFlippa:

Submitted for: QSMP

Headcanons: Trans girl, she/her

Propaganda: Confirmed to be a trans girl

[raspberryberyl]

IRL webweave for my room.

Artist credits:

@\\\pepemoon @\\\patorucho @\\\cellularmatter @\\\cloverstellar @\\\sixthemeowmeowidk @\\\fjdraws @\\\arginnit @\\\beckyblah @\\\bugflies00 @\\\pigsteprap @\\\brainwroms @\\\beerchybug @\\\senvurii @\\\wolfythewitch @\\\llegato @\\\drenbof @\\\copepods @\\\tamatojam @\\\rozugold @\\\lmanburgseulogy @///patorucho , @///cloverstellar @///mykaeba

Are you lonely?

I get lonely too.....

Do you miss me?

Cuz lately I've been missing you....

Are you happy?

Like I'm trying to be? Like I hoped you were

And have you moved on?

Or do you ever think of me?

- "Standstill" by Beth Crowley

[arginnit]

new lmanburg flooded a lot probably