#dsmp war

[kitsu-katsu]

November 16th

At least for me, the biggest day in DSMP history

“Look, Tommy, at the end of the day, if this doesn’t go well, I’m gonna blow the place to smithereens. The place will be gone, I’m gonna detonate it and blow it to smithereens, right, if this doesn’t go well. But it will go well…! … ‘Cause it’s literally- there’s no one on Schlatt’s side.” - (Wilbur’s smithereens: 21:00, 16th Nov)

“But none of them have the same anticipatory love of what they’re doing, unlike us. Everyone on our side is fighting for something we’ve loved, and had for ages, right. That’s why we’re gonna win, and that’s why you shouldn’t be afraid. And yes, the whole place is rigged.” - (Wilbur’s smithereens: 21:38, 16th Nov)

“That there was a special place, there was, was a special place, where men could go and emancipate, you know. And there was definitely, that special place did exist once, it did. It did. But even with Tubbo in charge, I don’t think it can exist again. I don’t think it can exist again.” - (Wilbur’s smithereens: 1:12:22, 16th Nov)

“The thing that I built this nation for doesn’t exist anymore! The thing I worked towards doesn’t exist anymore! It’s over.” - (Wilbur’s smithereens: 1:13:11, 16th Nov)

“There was a saying, Phil, by a traitor, once part of L’Manberg. A traitor I don’t know if you’ve heard of Eret? He had a saying, Phil. It was never meant to be.” - (Wilbur’s smithereens: 1:15:56, 16th Nov)

Can't believe it's already been a year, man...

[moonlite-drabbles]

DSMP Character Flaws (Explained)

Tommy: loud, impulsive, likes to push boundaries. Probably because of the rocky and changing circumstances he finds himself in, acting out allows him to figure out what he can and can’t do, lack of consistent discipline makes this a habit.

Tubbo: early smp days he used to cling on and follow the closest person to a leader he can find, peer pressured easily. Doesn’t properly think through the consequences of his actions. Didn’t receive blame for his actions and seemed to have trouble learning from them. Thinks himself able good and responsible enough to hold such power as nuclear weapons.

Techno: extremist views to a point where you either agree with him or your a traitor. Hard to stay neutral around. Easily susceptible to the voices in his head.

Wilbur: lack of emotional support allowed him to think other people will betray him, under appreciates other people’s contributions, turns to violence when frustrated

Phil: doesn’t take responsibility for his actions and blames abstract concepts that he knows he can destroy (government). Overly susceptible to his own voices (killing will) and overconfident in his abilities (he shouldn’t have gone to help Wil if his voices would act that way). Extremist actions. Takes in kids he is unprepared to deal with.

Nikki: thinks her own suffering allows her to make calls and judge other people’s actions and mortality.

Ranboo: terrible memory and overly susceptible to outside influences. Blank spots in memory. Unable to handle trauma so he blocks it out. Therefore has no healthy coping mechanisms.

[blue-alien-boi]

Me and my friends screaming during the stream

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[zutarian85]

Anybody else watching tommy and tubbo walk straight to their possible death live?

[blue-alien-boi]

Are we gonna talk about how Technoblade had almost two stacks of wither skulls left over!?

[blue-alien-boi]

Wow dream smp fans are crazy I made two dumb posts to prove I’m alive and they already have a bunch of notes!

Are you all ok, don’t you guys have school, do you need a hug?

[moonlite-drabbles]

New chapter of Enchanted To Meet Me up now! Enjoy~

[moonlite-drabbles]

Enchanted to Meet Me? Chapter 12 Preveiw

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Tubbo centric, in which Tubbo is an amazing Potioneer and Enchanter. Featuring Revolution era L’manberg, Vilbur, good Dream, and the Tommy Tubbo friendship we all deserve.

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“Hello Tubbo.”

Tubbo froze, biting his tongue and wrapping his fingers tight around the vines. “Dream.”

“It’s a nice day huh?”

Tubbo slowly began to move his hands again, pulling the weeds from the ground in slow, stiff movements. He could scream. Run. Anything. But he refused to turn around, to face the frothing beast closing in on him with the heave crunch of thick boots.

He closed his eyes as the boots stopped just a few paces behind him. There was no reason for Dream to be here, not like there was before. No use Dream would have for them alive. Was this his plan? Pick them off whenever they're alone?

He tensed. Waiting for the lunge then the slicing blow of a sword to the back of his neck, or the piercing burn of an arrow through his heart. Kept his eyes closed tight and waited to open them on his bed back at his base, only two lines left on his skin. Nothing came.

“I wanted to apologise. Again.” Dream said, and Tubbo finally turned around to find him, hands in his pockets, no sword or crossbow or anything in sight.

A gentle “oh,” fell from his lips.

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Due to be up on Monday (the first)