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helpicant-stop · 3 years ago

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dsmp characters if they were youtubers: part two—c!tntduo

wilbur (Wilbur Soot): his channel started when he was like 10, and they were just home videos of him making lego contraptions before completely wrecking them in various 10 year old ways. phil and The Fridge were very much present. the videos slowly transitioned through periods of silence and random variety to a phase of exclusively music for several years

when he joined the dsmp he began making vlogs in l'manburg with the occasional "JOIN OUR COUNTRY" added in. he used the community tab way too much. he used it even more during election era, which was 90% politics/debate videos/hypotheticals if pog2020 won. the videos thinned out in pogtopia and completely disappeared post-october 16, but reappeared briefly for a livestream of the rebellion and ended with him tossing the camera to the ground right before he ran into the button room. the stream crashed after tnt (or a wither blast) exploded the camera and it fell in the water.

ghostbur forgot his youtube password.

revivedbur, upon finally fucking remembering his youtube password, immediately started doing asmr which i feel like is lowkey plausible in canon. he also made those batshit rp pov ones but they're all just him recalling actual events that happened to him and they're all painstakingly accurate (the acting in some of them make certain viewers who were present at its actual occurence very uncomfortable). after his like 6-month long absence his return video was like 30 minutes long detailing the reasons why he was absent. everyone he knew was in the comments being like "why did you have time to make and edit a half-hour long youtube video but not ring me up after you apparently got resurrected."

expectedly, his videos have a lot of dislikes. there's always gonna be that top comment that's like "for those who don't know why his videos get so much hate:" and then there's an essay the length of a geronimo stilton book

almost all of his videos have philosophical elements and he's made several video essays on life that are usually just him talking while looking at the sun rise over different settings. he has also made videos advertising wilburger that are passive-aggressively shading las nevadas while simultaneously wanting to join and also insulting quackity and simping for him at the same time and it's the most confusing thing you'll ever see (unless you are quackity, in which case you completely keep up)

quackity (bigQ/LasNevadasOfficial): he has two channels, one for personal stuff and one for las nevadas. bigQ is the older one and started off with meme edits that are the video equivalent of standing inside a radioactive microwave while the loudest sound in the world plays. when he canonically went into juvie he kept making videos somehow with the fucking cctv but they were all "1 MINUTE LIFE HACK HOW TO ESCAPE JUVIE!!!" videos and all of them ended in failure.

he immediately went back to the meme edits that would give you 420 psychic damage once he left, but imagine all of the mass whiplash his followers got when he went from posting big chungus with rave effects and distorted caramelldansen to well-produced persuasive video essays on why you should vote for swag2020 (do not worry the meme edits have not stopped. they just got banished to youtube shorts)

this eventually turned into him just making full on manberg propaganda and the people who hadn't fucking disintegrated from the extreme tonal change were mostly on board but also concerned at how he didn't seem to be fully comfortable with schlatt around. he stopped posting after october 16, but exactly a month after he came out with a 60-minute exposè on his dead ex-husband. (he didn't talk about them being partners, though, which meant the commenters were still very concerned. he eventually turned off all the comments and like:dislike ratio from this time) a few days later he came out with an update video that was also a recording of schlatt's funeral, heart consumption and everything, by someone in the back whose hands were probably the vadivua earthquake.

in new l'manberg he began making video essays about politics and, just like tubbo, had a 3-hour long video on why the butcher army failed except he was much angrier than tubbo was. videos at this time were also a lot less frequent. after doomsday, he made a remembrance video about l'manberg that the rest of the l'manbrrgians worked on (even tommy). it's the video with the most views and there are three dislikes on it (i'm sure you can guess by who).

during and after this there was also a brief period of daily vlogs he'd upload of him with karl and sapnap running around and doing shit that proved he had incredibly shaky hands and also owned an iphone 6s. after the falling out, they all ended up being privated and never spoken of again

in las nevadas, he made "LasNevadasOfficial," which is basically like every other corporate youtube channel but with a lot more projection and passive aggression. he uploads most of his videos on las nevadas there but he posts some short unedited clips of him and the las nevadas boys hanging out on his personal channel that are promoted a lot less than everything else he makes. he also does a lot of card trick tutorials and has nade a 2 hour long video called "WHY CAPITALISM GOOD ACTUALLY: REPLYING TO IDIOT ME FROM 6 MONTHS AGO." also all the top comments on all his recent videos have him and wilbur arguing until the reply limit (at which point it's usually "HA LAST REPLY DUMBASS I WON") and they have made like 5 debates together that tommy and tubbo commented "deffo flerting" on

also the meme edits have still not stopped.

{part 1}

#dream smp #quackity #wilbur soot #tntduo #tnt duo #chitter #long post

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genderfluidtechnoblade · 2 years ago

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i’ve been thinking about making this post for a while now but uh:

post about dsmp + drm content on this blog going forward + opinions on the driscourse

tws discussion of the drm situation. if you dont know what it is im not explaining it. w/e

tldr dsmp might show up occasionally but i havent cared about it since prison break anyways so no skin off my back, cdream is and has been my oc for months now at this point, not supporting drm individually, wanna see where it goes before dropping his associates

first of all. i think its important to believe what a victim says. so if this girl states that dream was inappropriately messaging her, including sexual conversations she wasnt comfortable with, i believe her. i do also believe that presumption of innocence is important for a justice system and a human right, however, so i want to wait for the outcome of the court case. it’s not that i don’t believe that dream was messaging her and that she was uncomfortable- i want the most information that is available to us about specifics and the verdict irt what exactly took place.

“oh but thats a cop out” thats how a justice system is supposed to work dumbass it’s not supposed to be a he said she said where you side with whichever person you like more. burden of proof is on the accuser. it’s good to believe as the default, because the alternative is defending a harasser/abuser, but there still needs to be substantiated evidence in order to confirm. “but the justice system is going to be biased against this young girl versus this wealthy man” yeah. and i dont know how to account for that. in an ideal world, which is not the one we live in, we get a verdict based on facts and not on which defendent is more likeable.

this is basically a long winded way of saying yeah i believe the girl saying dream messaged her and made her uncomfortable but theres a very large difference in criminality of dick picks versus grooming allegations, yk?

either way. there is enough here that i believe, without court standing, that what dream did was, at minimum, deeply irresponsible. (at maximum is court case shit). he has a significant pattern of doing something with his platform that is deeply irresponsible. i feel pity for him because he was thrust into a very large spotlight very suddenly, but that pity wanes as years go on and behavior does not change and his platform only grows. dream has shown time and time again that he is incapable of handling his platform.

theres a reason that before i said i liked dream as a favorite creator when he wasnt being stupid. he does things constantly that show he is an immature person, and usually its low enough stakes that, in my opinion, i can get over it and continue to enjoy his content. however, with recent allegations being something more serious than being annoying about mcc, i can no longer in good conscience enjoy this man’s content. even if the court case rules him completely 100% innocent, i feel his irresponsibility in response to these allegations is too serious to ignore. i dont watch or support dream as a creator.

however, i dont want to completely drop his associates at this moment for two reasons. 1) presumption of innocence still stands until proven guilty, and i don’t feel comfortable condemning random internet celebrities via association to someone who’s court case has not been finished 2) said internet celebrities have not given their stance:tm: at this point, and at the moment i am fine with it while things are still technically up in the air. if they try defending dream after a proven guilt, however, then they’re gone. that simple. i understand this doesnt jive w everyone but thats how im approaching it.

on a related note i will still probably occasionally dsmp post. i’ve mostly phased out of it, as i was a techno lore frog, but the characters still bring me a modicum of joy. if someone has an issue w dsmp posting that isnt severe enough to consider unfollowing me, i can start tagging specifically dsmp posts for filtering. however, if youve ever talked to me, and as many people can attest, i have always cared very little for ccdream’s “intent” when it comes to cdream, and many of the things i find enjoyable about the character are largely accidental on his part. therefore i will still be cdream posting along with dsmp, not ignoring him.

if you want me to elaborate on any of these points i ask that you do it in dms cause this thing is annoying and long already. free to chat about difference of opinions but atm this is where i stand. so yeah.

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galaxy-lilies · 4 years ago

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Of Bullets and Roses (Karlnapity AU)

Warnings: guns, violence, descriptions of injuries, scars, and such.

A/N: This idea came from the early days of dsmp casino Quackity when we didn’t know much about the lore. There are definitely a lot of typos and grammar mistakes so rip me. I know I posted a link to the google doc a long time ago but I finally made it in tumblr post form :]

The Main Story

Quackity was known as the right hand man of Schlatt and for the longest time it was just the two of them. That is until Schlatt kicked the bucket. After that it went to crap to say the least. His business was doing just fine, he just got into a few...scuffles. He touched the scar across his left eye, a reminder of the power of the SBI and their brute Technoblade. It's a pity their young one had friends related to Quackity's connections, he couldn't get rid of them...yet.

He flipped a coin mindlessly in his hand. He owed a favor to the DreamTeam. After Schlatt died, he lost territory and allies fast. Quackity had come to them crawling on his knees. It wasn't a pretty sight, but he had to do whatever he needed to in order to keep his business alive. One of them felt pity for him, if that counted for anything.

His name was Sapnap. He was the arsonist of the group and the one to do more inside jobs albeit with a fiery twist. They had run into each other a few times, not very often though.

One of his grunts caught his attention and he beckoned them over. "Any news from the big guy?" Quackity asked, pocketing the coin. "Not much yet, Vice. We're expecting them to send in a message at any second though." Quackity hummed thoughtfully, looking at the spinning door leading into the casino.

To say the least he was surprised to see only Sapnap step through along with another man. The man was dressed in a mess of different colors, his smile a little too happy and aloof for someone Sapnap should know.

Quackity raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything about it. "Hello there Sapnap, long time no see." Sapnap smiled although it was a little too sinister for it to be kind. "We just talked two days ago, did you already miss me?"

Quackity scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself." He peered over to the other man who seemed to be enraptured by the decor of the lobby. "And you are?"

The man perked up, holding out a hand. "Karl Jacobs at your service, sir!"

Quackity didn't take the hand. "I see. Well nice to meet you Mr. Jacobs."

Karl awkwardly let his hand fall to his side, but it didn't seem to phase him too much.

Quackity brought the two of them to his suite and they began discussing the current situation: trying to undermine the SBI and increase the profits and territory of both the DreamTeam and Quackity.

Eventually, Quackity pulled Sapnap to the side. "Hey, I don't know why you brought that clown over if all he ever did was goof off and not pay attention to the plan. What was that all about?"

Sapnap chuckled. "Oh, I wouldn't say that if I were you."

Quackity was about to ask when Sapnap made a turn around motion. That’s when he saw multiple red lasers pinpointed on his chest. He looked up to see Karl with a toothy grin and a gun like contraption in his hand.

Turned out Karl was a sniper and he was damn good at it.

Quackity stared at Karl wide-eyed and he nearly jumped out of his skin when Sapnap leaned close to his ear.

"You don't want to get on Karl's bad side much less the other side of that gun," he teased, patting Quackity's shoulder. He headed back to where Karl was sitting, the gun long since stashed away.

Karl's smile didn't seem as friendly as before.

The first mission was simple: try to take out one of the main SBI members, in this case the second eldest Wilbur Soot. If that didn't work, they would try to establish one of the three within the parameters of the organization and try to destroy it from the inside.

“And explain to me why I am being dragged along again?”

The three of them stood outside of the main SBI headquarters. They watched as people headed inside and out, waiting to sense a pattern and to scout out who was a guard and who was not.

“We need someone who knows how to talk to people just in case the outfits don’t work. Besides, it’s better to bring in someone just in case things go south,” Sapnap explained. He was dressed in business attire in hopes of blending in if they needed to enter through the entrance of the building. Quackity and Karl were in similar outfits however Karl only had a dress shirt, basic dress pants, and a ridiculously colored tie. Quackity on the other hand wore a navy blue vest-suit combination. He had to put in a colored eye contact and make-up to cover his left eye to avoid any stares or recognition.

Quackity jumped a little when Karl placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be such a worrywart Quackity, everything will be fine.”

He looked at Karl skeptically, but didn’t say anything in response. Sapnap began explaining the plan again. While Sapnap would go in to try and talk to Wilbur, Quackity and Karl would scout out the building and try to find where the main SBI quarters were located.

“This building is a facade after all: basic businesses and employees in the front, a whole other business in the back.”

Sapnap had no problem entering the building, it was only when Quackity ran into someone on the way to the elevators. Quackity almost fell to the ground from the impact and he would have if Karl wasn’t there. He was about to give this person a piece of his mind when he looked up and immediately paled. He recognized that pink hair from anywhere.

“Oh pardon me, I didn’t see you there,” apologized Techno. He was dressed in business attire as well, however his clothes were definitely nicer than the normal employees.

“I-it’s no problem really, I guess I’m used to it,” Quackity said, trying to stay calm. If Techno wanted to say anything about his behavior he didn’t comment on it. The elevators dinged open and he stepped through. He looked at Karl and Quackity raising an eyebrow. “Well? Are you going to come in or not?”

The two quickly shuffle in and the doors close. Techno pressed a floor and Karl pressed a random floor near the top. Techno glanced at the floor number. “Ah, you two are the new business employees aren’t you.”

“Y-yep! First day at the job,” Karl said. Quackity wanted to point out how bad Karl’s acting was, but he couldn’t in the presence of Techno.

There was a good amount of silence before Techno broke it.

“You know, this is the executive elevator, only allowed for important personnel. It’s explained even before the first day on the job.”

Karl and Quackity paled.

“But it’s an honest mistake I suppose,” continued Techno, adjusting the sleeves of his suit. “At least, it would have been if you didn’t happen to remember that the employees are only allowed access to the first twenty floors.”

Quackity barely had time to comprehend what happened, but when he looked Karl and Techno had pulled out a gun at the same time. Thankfully both of them were smart enough not to shoot in such a small space.

“Hello Quackity,” greeted Techno,“long time no see.”

Quackity chuckled although it was somewhat weak. “I could say the same thing, Techno.”

“Wait, you know this guy??” Karl hissed, still focused on Techno. Techno growled. “Enough talk: why are you here.”

Quackity glanced at the floor numbers. They were almost to floor 35 where the doors would open. “Oh you know, I just came here to break up a little family reunion. After all the pain I endured, I feel it’s only right to give back in the same way.”

That’s when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Without missing a beat, Quackity dragged Karl and the two made a run for it. Techno followed in pursuit, the three on a wild goose chase.

Eventually the two ended up in a random room. They didn’t know what floor they were on and they didn’t want to find out anytime soon.

“You know if you told me we would be running from the Technoblade I would’ve worn better shoes-” Karl panted, trying to look for an exit.

“Tell me about it,” Quackity said, trying to listen to see if he was near. Karl glanced at Quackity. “How do you think Sapnap is holding up?”

“Seeing how badly this is going, probably not so well,” Quackity admitted. And he was right.

Instead of running into Wilbur, Sapnap ran into Tommy. Tommy assumed that Sapnap was a normal employee and he assured Sapnap that he would be able to find one of his brothers to help Sapnap get to the right floor.

“I honestly don’t know where they could be. Usually they’re talking to a bunch of big businessmen you know. Important shit like that.”

“Uh-huh,” said Sapnap mindlessly, half paying attention to what Tommy was saying.

While Tommy filled in the silence, Sapnap was hoping that Karl and Quackity were doing alright. However, his worry only skyrocketed when he saw Technoblade heading their way.

To say the least he looked pissed.

“Hey big guy, what’s going on?” Tommy asked, walking a little bit ahead of Sapnap to reach Techno sooner.

“There are intruders in the building, you need to go to a safe room now.”

Tommy gawked. “Really now? Isn’t the security in here like. Top notch or something?”

Techno sighed. “Tommy, please. Tell Wilbur and Philza to head to safety while I deal with the-”

That’s when Technoblade noticed Sapnap.

Sapnap only waved before making a run for it. He wasn’t even going to try and bluff his way out of that one.

He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, but eventually he managed to run into Quackity and Karl.

“We need to get out of here and fast,” Sapnap said, looking behind him to see if they’re being pursued.

Karl huffed, “You don’t need to tell us that we already had a run in with Technoblade and to say the least it wasn’t good.”

Sapnap’s eyes widened. “Wait, you too-?!”

“Hold it right there!”

The three whip around to see a bunch of men heading their way. Karl didn’t even hesitate and brought out his gun shooting into the mob. The three managed to duck into a hallway as Karl continued to shoot. Sapnap looked around and cursed. The hallway was a dead end. The only thing waiting for them at the end of the hall was a large window overlooking the city.

He was snapped out of his stupor when he heard a yelp and saw Karl crumple to the floor. Quackity managed to hold onto the other preventing Karl from falling in the line of fire. The gunfire increased and the three of them retreated towards the window.

“What do we do now?!” hissed Sapnap, hoisting Karl up and doing a brief look over his injuries. There was a large amount of blood flowing from his head but from the look of it a bullet only skimmed his head.

“I-I don’t know I-?!”

Quackity looked between the window and the start of the hallway. That’s when he realized something. Suddenly he starts unbuttoning his blazer and vest, tossing it to the side only leaving his dress shirt and tie on.

Sapnap flushed. “Geez at least take me on a date first.”

Quackity growled. “Now is not the time to joke around!” He quickly raised his shirt revealing his wings wrapped around his abdomen and bound by a belt. He quickly unclipped it and released his wings, shaking them a little.

He grabbed for Karl’s gun and shot at the window a few times, shattering the glass in the process. The yelling and gunfire behind them increased even more.

Grabbing Karl and Sapnap, he yelled a quick, “Hang on tight!” before jumping out of the window, his wings flaring out and catching the wind.

Even though he's carrying three times the weight his wings can hold, the glide is good enough for them to land onto the roof of a building and run, albeit with Karl on Sapnap's back. Instead of returning to the casino, they end up in one of Sapnap's safe houses located near the edge of the city where there were less people.

It was there they tended to Karl's wounds before Sapnap glanced at Quackity who was preening his wings.

"Care to explain?" Sapnap asked.

To Quackity's surprise Sapnap didn't sound disgusted or afraid. While hybrids were common in this world, they were still treated horribly which led to many hiding their hybrid parts, Quackity included.

Quackity shrugged. "I don't want to talk about it." Sapnap didn't press.

There was more awkward silence until Sapnap glanced over to hear Quackity cursing under his breath. One of his wings was bent weirdly and there were some feathers he couldn't reach.

"I, um. I can help," Sapnap piped up.

Quackitiy scoffed. "You? Helping? You don't have any wings, what would you know."

"That's true," Sapnap said, "but I want to say thank you for saving us today. You’re already loaded and you have more than enough henchmen. Besides, I don't know how long we are going to stay here."

Quackity glared over his shoulder before sighing. "Fine. But if you break my wings, I am personally going to kill you."

To say the least the beginning was rough, but after a few pointers from Quackity, Sapnap easily found rhythm and started to get to work. Soon Quackity was falling in and out of consciousness from how relaxed he was. It's been a long time since someone else had preened his feathers and for someone to be so gentle.

Eventually, Sapnap was done and Quackity was shaken awake. His wings puffed up in defense, but then he remembered where he was.

"So how is it?" Sapnap asked.

Quackity looked at his wings and found them in a pretty good shape. While his wing was still bent weirdly, any feathers he was trying to reach were sorted and his wings were overall better.

Right as he was about to thank Sapnap, Karl began to stir.

Sapnap rushed over, crouching by the couch. "Hey there big guy, how are you feeling?"

"Mmm a little groggy to be honest," Karl mumbled. Sapnap passed him a glass of water and Karl took a sip before pecking Sapnap on the cheek. Quackity flushed at the display of affection and he awkwardly coughed, saying he would be in the other room if they needed him.

Karl glanced at Sapnap and Sapnap only shrugged in response.

The days in the safe house were...boring to say the least. Quackity could only contact his connections to a certain extent without being tracked. While he waited he played around with some playing cards he found in one of the cabinets. He would spend hours on end practicing his throws and just playing games by himself.

Besides, he didn’t want to bother the lovebirds.

He had woken up one morning and found the two having an intimate moment making breakfast together. He didn’t want to disrupt the other two and tried to go back to his room as silently as he could but a squeaky floorboard gave him away. Karl had glanced over and asked if Quackity was alright and the hybrid mumbled a sheepish “yeah...”

He eventually helps out with making breakfast and the three fall back into an easy rhythm. One day Sapnap left early to check in at the DreamTeam base leaving Karl and Quackity by themselves. They converse about a few things before it gets to the topic of Quackity’s scar.

“I know you mentioned that you knew Technoblade before we infiltrated the SBI base but...what exactly happened?”

Quackity grimaced a bit, tracing the scar a little. “I was never skilled with hand to hand combat. Let’s just say he pulled out a knife and managed to slice my face.”

I’ll probably add more to this later however while they stay at the safe house, they start to flirt a little bit more and they start to get closer. Eventually they try to infiltrate the SBI base again, but they ultimately fail and Quackity gets severely injured.

When he wakes up he's met face to face with Dream himself. George is by his side per usual, the assassin with a plethora of guns and knives up his sleeves. Dream congrats Quackity on surviving for so long and that his favor is now paid back. There are some more empty threats exchanged between the two before Sapnap tells him to shove off for a bit. Dream only rolls his eyes and laughs before letting Sapnap and Karl visit Quackity.

Beforehand Quackity was freaking out about breaking the two up but then they were like "my guy we like you too. Also uh. your casino kinda got raided and it's not safe sooo...wanna room with us?"

Of course he says yes.

How Sapnap and Quackity Met

When Schlatt kicked the bucket, the Sleepy Bois and other groups immediately targeted Quackity and the original base Schlatt and Quackity shared. He was knocked out by the pain of technoblade slicing his left eye and gouging his cheek.

Somehow he survived. He woke up in the burning building and stumbled his way out, hiding in the alleyways and barely making it with all of his injuries. The closest "allies" Quackity knew of were the Dreamteam so he headed in what hoped was the general direction of their base. He passed out before he could even get there. Somehow he was close enough to the base and with the recent news of the city being on fire the trio had a feeling Quackity would stop by soon.

Quackity woke up feverish and with gauze over his cheek and eye. In front of him stood Dream, Sapnap and George standing by his side. George had a neutral face while Sapnap couldn't help and cringe at the injuries.

"Good to see you're finally awake, Quackity,” said Dream, smiling. “We were worried that you were dead...which wouldn't be much of a problem."

Quackity glared (at least with his good eye) at Dream. "What do you want." Knowing the man Dream would want something back in return for saving Quackity. Dream grinned. "Oh you know me all too well Quackity. I simply ask for you to pay back. Your medical bills were quite pricey and the cost of your little fire has destroyed a good portion of my city."

"Not to mention I will be oh so generous as to give you a new building and enough money to start your business again." Quackity opened his mouth to ask about the catch but Dream held up a hand. "You have no allies, Quackity. Everyone wants you dead. Do you really think there's someone out there who is willing to help you?" Dream grinned. "Besides, you're already in debt to me."

Quackity closed his mouth. There really was no other option. Swallowing his pride, he glanced up and stared straight at Dream. "Fine," he spat. "I accept your offer."

Dream clapped his hands. "Excellent! What a wise decision."

While Dream and George left, Sapnap stayed behind. Quackity slightly bristled asking what the heck Sapnap wanted and Sapnap glared at him.

"I just wanted to see if you were ok. I was the one who found you and you were not only burned, but bleeding from your eye."

Quackity calmed a bit but he did admit with all of this new information he's been on edge. Sapnap hummed and explained that Dream would probably let Quackity off the hook a little easier after a while but Quackity didn't believe him. George eventually came into the medical room looking for Sapnap and the two took their leave.

The next time Sapnap and Quackity run into each other is when Quackity is trying to make a deal with the Badlands, meeting with the infamous Badboyhalo.

They were at a fancy venue with plenty of guests and Quackity was sitting at the bar nursing a drink mindlessly. He checked his watch and when he looked up he saw someone sitting in front of him.

"Didn't expect to see you here," Sapnap admitted placing his drink down on the bar Quackity almost spat out his drink. "Sapnap?? What are you doing here?"

Sapnap shrugged. "Oh nothing much just checking out the area and checking in on our connections. How about you?"

"I could say the same thing," Quackity mumbled, taking a sip of his drink

Eventually, Quackity excused himself only to run into Bad himself. "Ah hello there. Quackity was it?" Bad asked.

The two talk a little and Quackity tries to pitch his deal but Bad isn't having it. It starts to get a little violent until Sapnap pops out of nowhere and goes like "hey there dad uuuuuuh cool off a bit. Meanwhile Quackity I think it's time for you to go--"

Quackity was about to protest until he saw Antfrost in the back making a b-line for him. Quackity gives a strained smile before dipping, leaving Sapnap to do the fixing.

How Karl and Sapnap Met

Everyone knew about Techno's and Dream's bad history with each other and today was the day everyone was going to witness who was better than the other

Sapnap had locked eyes with Karl when Mr. Beast went on to explain the rules of the shoot off. Karl had only grinned and Sapnap could feel himself flush. George had elbowed him, teasing him and Sapnap only sputtered in response.

Finally Mr. Beast explained that there was not going to be any sabotage from anybody from either the Dreamteam or SBI. Sapnap had gone to leave, the tension between the three groups getting a little too much. he was stopped in his tracks by Karl.

"I'm sorry Sapnap but you have to turn around. No one is allowed to leave the premises until after the shoot off."

Sapnap raised an eyebrow, about to ask why until he saw the gun in Karl’s hand. "We don't want any problems, right?" Karl giggled, adjusting the hold on his gun. Sapnap glared at the other but proceeded to turn back around. Maybe he turned to hide his blush. Could have been a possibility

The tournament went smoothly, Techno becoming the victor by a single point. While the SBI cheered, the Dreamteam left the premises.

"Are you even listening to me Sapnap?" Dream asked, a bit pissed from the loss. "Hm? I'm sorry Dream I didn't hear you, what did you say?"

George snickered. "Don't worry about Sapnap, Dream, he's still caught up on the sniper Mr. Beast has hired- OW!" Sapnap had elbowed George quite harshly in the ribs.

Dream raised an eyebrow but didn't comment, proceeding to rant about the duel instead.

#ooc #indiewrites #of bullets and roses #karlnapity #sapnap #karl jacobs #quackity #jschlatt (mentioned)#dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sbi #tw violence #tw guns

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dawnlotus1 · 3 years ago

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I should have made this post back in September, buts it’s been over a full year in the DSMP fandom for me now. And. I still love it. You guys are great.

This is a long ramble post about how I joined this fandom so imma put it below a cut :)

My brother first introduced Dream to me, he told me to watch a manhunt and I was so against it at first. This is way back in like August 2020 and I thought “who would ever want to WATCH someone play Minecraft??? Just go play Minecraft? No appeal to someone else playing the game fast??” So I didn’t for a while. Then I kept getting animation meme videos in my YouTube recc with this guy in a green hoodie and these two other people. And they showed up enough I went and found who the characters were. It was the dude from the Minecraft speed running??? What? Why would you draw him? So. I uh. Had to watch the ‘speed running’ I guess. I really liked the first one I saw, so I watched another and liked it too. My brother found it hilarious when he caught me watching one during dinner. But the best decision he made was showing me the SADist animatic. HOLLLY CRAP. literally that one video grabbed my brain, swung it around like a yo-yo and hasn’t let go of me since. I NEEDED TO KNOW. WHAT WAS THIS STORY WHO WERE THESE CHARACTERS. So I searched for videos, it was TERRIBLE no one had put together a playlist with all the parts, videos were several hours long, I didn’t know who any of these people in the corners were, the “country” was a van?? Drugs?? God this blonde kid is soo annoying but why does he radiate main character energy. What is going on. Is this a story? I have no idea how but at some point it all clicked into place and I knew things. Right after I had gotten a hold on wtf I was watching I got twitch. And the first livestream I ever watched was Jschlatt’s election. When Tubbo tore down Wilburs birthday signs at Jschlatt’s command was like the first time I felt actual emotions for this story, I had gotten invested. I watched Wilburs descent, I watched Tubbo prep for the Red festival and watched him be executed live, I watched Technoblade join the server for the first time, it was insane. New lore was being added every minute, everyday, something new had happened. It was incredibly exciting. I talked to kids in my zoom class chat about November 16th Wilburs death and Technoblades “do you want to be a hero” speech to the utter confusion of my teachers. I watched Falsesymmetry win Both September MCCs and my love for MCYTers reignited from my childhood. I feel like the way I’m phrasing this makes it seem like I’m going to follow this up with a “but now” or “it used to” but I still love this fandom. Of course of course that energy has ebbed, lore is slow and honestly mostly dissatisfying, but I still enjoy talking about it, doing art of it, I haven’t gotten sick of these characters yet. I got back into Hermitcraft, I got into the new SMPs, I have plenty of other MCYT content to enjoy between DSMP things and so I’m just taking my time. Less like the exciting sprint of last October and more of a chill walk where you find some shinies on the ground sometimes. I could go on a long rant about how it’s truly the fan creators who make art and songs and stuff is what keeps me here and stuff but this post has already gotten too long. I’ll talk about it later.

TDLR; I’m glad I joined this fandom. Someday this will be an old phase of mine and that will make me nostalgic. I’m enjoying my time here anyway tho. Update me on lore pls.

#dawnsays #long post #dsmp #dream smp #this post is old but to be clear I hate Dream now

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inkofamethyst · 3 years ago

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July 10, 2021

Forgot to mention this yesterday, but I want to note right at the top of this post that I’m thankful that my dnd-friend is so, so incredibly considerate. Like it’s literally just her nature. Years ago now, probably, back in high school, I mentioned to some friends that I wasn’t super into hugs or being touched in general. And, yeah, I recognize that it’s a bit strange, but it’s completely legitimate. But every single time, my dnd-friend has asked before she hugs me (and every single time I think I apologize for giving a bad hug lol, I need to stop that). Like, usually if hugs are going around, I swallow myself and just do it. Happened last weekend when we were up by my literature-friend’s place. But idk I just really really appreciated that yesterday because... idk I just do.

Now, before you say anything, yes, I did post something a few days ago where I talked about how I wanted to feel someone’s hands in my hair. I mean, y’all know that I can get into some romantic moods, that’s not new. Thing is, words like those aren’t real. Like, the thoughts behind them are, and the longing might be, but I don’t have to actually worry about doing the physical action (and getting it wrong or feeling awkward or icky or something). That’s the main difference, I think.

Thought I might mention, I’ve removed The Grey from my likes on Spotify lol. Just... doesn’t fit as much right now, I don’t think. Good song still tho.

Speaking of music (and, sorry, today is a bit of a heavier day lol, not that bad things happened today, I’m just in a bit of an internal analysis mood), I was thinking, right, as I so often do, and I don’t think that my affinity for breakup songs (which, for clarification, is the term I’m using to encompass music about all sorts of negative romantic experiences, not just breakups) is necessarily coming from the thing I was talking about yesterday (don’t feel much like explaining, just go read it if you wanna know, but it’s not vital to understanding this). Like, that may play a role, but I think the source is something a tad different.

I think I’m a bit preoccupied with endings. I mentioned a number of posts ago about how I was afraid of my The Crane Wives phase being just that: a phase, something that comes to an end after massive amounts of enjoyment, like Icon for Hire (still on my “current” playlist, though not nearly as much enjoyment as when I rediscovered them) and the DSMP (I haven’t watched a stream in ages, though I do pin a lot of Technoblade fanart). I could even continue with other things I miss: my involvement in most fandoms I’ve been in (especially PJO/HOO), playing Skyrim, certain friendships, etc. I remember making a post sometime back in 2019, I think, about how I was afraid that my enjoyment of Critical Role was nearing its end (turns out, I just find most dungeon crawls to be boring, and I’m still goin strong almost two years later). I remember saying specifically a bit ago when I was talking about music that part of me wasn’t looking forward to finding new music because I liked the music I was listening to at that point in time and how they made me feel.

I think I fear the end of things I enjoy. Basically, I read Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost in middle school and the wrong message stuck with me. Sure, I can tell anyone that the theme of the poem is to “enjoy good things because they do not last” (essentially), but my brain forgot half of that and remembered “good things do not last” and I’ve been stuck there almost for ten years.

Unsure exactly how my affinity for breakup songs fits, but this is a pattern I’m beginning to notice, at least.

Oh, oh, also in response to something from yesterday’s post: during the hangout yesterday, my dnd-friend (who’s currently in the midst of two crushes, by the way) commented about how she knows that one of her crushes finds her adorable, but she also wants him to think of her as ~sexy~. Remember how I had a whole conversation about that kind of thing just a bit ago (June 16, 2021)?! My thoughts on it (me preferring terms like “cute” over terms like “sexy” as a descriptor for myself generally because sexy/hot/fine (”attractive” might be okay tho) makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable 90% of the time (even when I’m just describing myself)) haven’t changed, but maybe part of the reason for it is related to the whole thing I chatted about yesterday, where young Christian women stamp out the ~flame of desire~ within themselves and are socially forced to preset themselves as ~pure beings who are not even aware of their sexual capacity until it is pointed out to them by a man their husband, specifically~ (I’m not going to get into why all of that is, to say the least, super problematic, as you can probably get there yourself (hint: probably start with the patriarchy as the main dish and add a double order of misogyny for desert), and that’s not the topic of today’s conversation in the first place). So, like, maybe my personal descriptor preference is driven by that whole thing.

Today I’m thankful that the AC is finally back on in the upper level of my house so I don’t have to sleep cramped onto the love seat anymore. Three nights is far too many. I was getting bad sleep and felt unable to concentrate during the day (but, there wasn’t much to do so I zoomed through FMA:B (I think I’ve five episodes to the end)). Glad that’s over.

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memryse · 3 years ago

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this is so completely true! it’s hard for me to speak on Before 3rd life, being that i joined this fandom because of 3rd life, but… that’s the point, isn’t it? 3rd life is, really, the first real gateway into hermitcraft outside of hermitcraft itself. it’s more than just “the hermits doing another series together”, it was the first intersection of the hermitcraft and x-life circles.

again, as a post-3L fan, i noticed a lot of differences when going back to watch older content. desert duo is definitely the main thing i notice since they’re my main povs, but also how much the closeness of this group has evolved in general. the addition of proximity chat to hermitcraft - which of course was tested at the end of s7 but no doubt the success of 3L was the determining factor. little things like the mcc9 lords, grian comments that he doesn’t know joel too well but he’d like to get to know him more. it taught them all a lot about improv and unplanned storylines, as scar will gladly tell anyone whenever it gets brought up on stream. quite honestly it taught a lot of the hermits how to play the game properly, because hc is such a unique and high level environment. now we have series like 100hrs. a year ago you’d never have foreseen grian, ex-creative player with only a few past smps under his belt, playing hardcore and surviving so long in it. let alone scar joining him. 3rd life helped them do that! and the ccs’ channel growths! jimmy hit 200k just as 3L was ending, after years of youtube. he’s doubled to 400k in the last year and showing no signs of stopping. martyn came back to minecraft finally and remains the most outwardly passionate fan of the series out of all the ccs.

for the fandom, like i said, it was the first proper intersection of the hermits with other circles. mcc is one thing, an entire series is another. hc doesn’t feel so separate from other smps anymore; 3L/LL helped bridge the gap between communities. the timing really helped: just after the peak of dsmp popularity, when people are looking to branch out to new mcyts, along comes a short and easily consumable miniseries with a new Main Hermitcraft Season coming up too! excellent timing! last life capitalised on this even better as the dsmp burnout worsened for a lot of people (not meaning this as a slight to dsmp, i mean this as a person who personally witnessed this happen dozens of times). so many people joined this side of the mcyt fandom because of LL. like i said, i wasn’t here pre-3L, but i definitely can tell a difference just between 3L era trafficblr and post-LL trafficblr. honestly, shipping is the main change i noticed. prior to ethubs there definitely were shippers, but it was still all in an awkward post-ship discourse phase, i think. certainly nothing like we have today. it’s a very different environment. plus ccs showing interest in tumblr again? direct consequence of 3L (stares at flower husbands fans). the popularity of 3L and hermitcraft as a whole have exploded, to the point that we’re now able to contend with dsmp on tumblr and reach top spots on trending multiple times - including right now :] when you think about how small hermitblr used to be, that seems kind of unfathomable. can’t imagine how it would feel for someone who was around back then.

for me personally, 3L changed a lot of things for me too. i did nothing on tumblr before 3L, just reblogged dsmp art. it made me want to write again, to truly engage in fandom. i met some of my best friends through this series (hi kegan. not that i met you through it directly but i sure dragged you in with me). it showed me all of my current favourite ccs, who i genuinely never saw myself watching in a million years because i had personal bad experiences related to hc. but now i’m happy, i have a fandom i truly want to create content for for the first time since i was thirteen years old, i have one of my longest running hyperfixations ever and i still haven’t run out of things to say about a couple of minecraft miniseries.

I'm sure someone who has time and their thoughts in order could write essays about this, and probably have, but 3rd Life was such a cultural reset point for the entire fandom that it's wild to think about. There is a distinct before 3rd Life and after 3rd Life for everything--how the CCs and the fandom interact with storylines and RP, the "start" of desert duo, renchanting, ethubs, flower husbands, etc on and on. That's just some of the iconic elements of it, not even touching the personal ways it has impacted people. The impact it's had on this fandom is almost hard to comprehend it's so vast.

#sorry quara i hijacked ur post #but ok you said someone who has time and i’ve been putting off my work all day anyway #3rd life

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inkofamethyst · 3 years ago

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April 3, 2022

k so I’m a sewist, right? I feel like this means I have a fantastic opportunity to make gifts and all yknow? WELL. I kinda wanna do that but like add in a pinch of a little chaos. For example, I make a little stuffed bee plushie and give it to a friend as a gift and ask if they like it and of course they’ll say yes because it’ll be cute and handmade and then I’ll give them nineteen more a la The Trouble With Tribbles. Perhaps I will make them a honeycomb-shaped (honeycomb-smocked outer layer + lining, perhaps?) or beehive-shaped bag to go along with them. Then they have to figure out what to do with their army or twenty stuffed bees. And then when they walk me out to my car I will have it set up so it looks like more stuffed bees cover all of the interior windows (this will be set up after I arrive, of course, as I do not wish to be pulled over) by simply taping sheets with stuffed bees on them across the windows and I will completely deadpan ask the host of the party before I leave if they are interested in any more bees.

You know, cute little unhinged things like that.

I... should not be permitted to think before 3pm.

actually that sounds like so much fun though.

When I get my own place... it’ll be so cool to get to decide what aesthetic I want for my dishes. Like I could probably head to a goodwill and pick up a full set of adorable ceramic plates and bowls and cups, or I could go for a more rustic glazed wood look. I dunno I just think it’ll be cute.

[CRITICAL ROLE C3 E14 SPOILERS]

I am FULLY DISTRAUGHT over Robbie leaving the cast. Like, it’ll be great when he makes a cameo in the future but AGH he elevated the cast so much. His departure was artfully done, though.

ADDITIONALLY. “Bell’s Hells” carries with it the implication that Christianity exists on Exandria. Do with that information what you will.

I think the main problem with admitting “lostness” is that, like, there’s a vulnerability there. Or, at least, there is for me. And it’s easier to, well, manipulate someone who’s vulnerable and who makes their vulnerability known by openly admitting to being “lost” in some way. And we know how that turned out for me: I’m still reeling from that experience two years later and haven’t truly made a friend since because it’s a thousand percent safer this way but I am certainly suffering from it! Honestly the anonymity that comes with wearing a mask is a blessing because I ideally don’t really ever have to worry about being recognized from a distance, but I still don’t frequent the student union because that’s where the people I’m trying to avoid so often are! Wow I did not mean for this to turn into me releasing some of the effects of a traumatic experience but ha ha ha there it is anyway! I brought up the “lostness” thing in relation to my professional goals, not religion, but hey I guess this is where we’ve landed and I’ll try my actual point again some other time because I wanna land this plane before I crash into something that I may or may not be hiding from myself!

Gahhhh reading “old” posts from my dsmp phase smacks me in the face because I haven’t gotten past the point where it’s still cringey to me so I’ll be reading about historybounding and it’ll be cute and then suddenly I’m attacked by the ghost of me covering up my sadness with twitch streamers and like I’m glad I was able to find joy and I’m glad I eventually stopped policing my own happiness and enthusiasm but sheeeeesh. My dsmp board became one of my top pinterest boards in a few weeks tops and I’ve had that pinterest account since middle school I’m pretty sure. It haunts me (good art tho) and I have no one to blame but myself. (Most of that is in jest, by the way. Like yes it does smack me in the face outta nowhere but it’s also easy enough to avoid and like I certainly don’t have any issue with Past!Nina being happy.)

I’m going to try to cut down on my sugar intake. I’m a bit of a sugar glutton these days, and it’s kind of worrying me? I have a terrible sweet tooth and I’m afraid I might have something of a sugar addiction? It’s gonna be tough, but I wanna work myself out of it if I can. Maybe even cold turkey :/

[8:45p] Last thing: recording day was today and... oof. We did half of the piece with me solo in it and it was not a grand time. We stopped before the section where I sing alone thank goodness but it was just... we need to work on it bad. Everything else was just okay I guess? Still needs a ton of work. Last semester choir was in a great place at recording day I feel like but I think we have more pieces to learn this semester (my aching throat and jaw certainly think so) and also we spent the first few weeks working on old pieces for the delayed concert. Like, it’ll be fine, probably?

Today I’m thankful that we didn’t go into the second part of our choir-only song because oof it would not have been a good time and I was certainly not prepared.

Got a lab report that needs finishing up in three-ish hours. I’ve done my part, so it’ll really just be a question of whether two of the other group members actually respond in the gc and contribute something :)))))) I cannot wait to be done with this stinking physics class oh my god. Anyway I also have half of an English thing to finish up for tomorrow. I’d like to get the drafting done tonight and clean it up after rehearsal tomorrow then get it in. And then I’ve got an exam this Thursday that I have certainly not started studying for ahhhhhhhHHHH I JUST WANNA SLEEEEEEP

[edit 11:32p] Yeah no it was really just me and another girl doing all the work tonight and cleaning up everyone else’s messes lol. We finished it sure but it certainly wasn’t my best work. The wild thing is that the other girl is a whole freshman omg. We have five whole people in our group and I only saw three of ‘em on our half-finished doc tonight??? One of those just sittin around??? I’m kinda lowkey too tired to work on the english thing tonight ugh I kinda just wanna get a good night’s sleep and shove all of it into tomorrow. It’s like, halfway done kinda, and I can probably work on it during some of my “breaks” tomorrow too. I’m not expecting a great grade on it tbh.

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