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[ksilberne]

time for a bit of mafia/cop AU :)c

[pitypartypoisonn]

hi guys i wanna do some mcyt doodles so drop some mc skins or ccs for doodle reqs ? :3

[thatweirdguyinthebushes]

all my dream smp playlists

as the title says, all my dream smp playlists! all quotes are by richard siken, except for the bee duo playlist, which is quote from the orestia. enjoy!

EDIT: new additions! quackity & tubbo playlist, awesamponk playlist, quackity & schlatt playlist, snowchester/post-doomsday playlist

EDIT: new new addition! a third tubbo playlist, this time in chronological order :)

OVERALL DREAM SMP PLAYLISTS

and they called it freedom (lmanberg playlist. art by qtiq. the three administrations are separated by war instrumentals. songs are ordered chronologically.)

a fresh start, with no past. (dream smp, post-doomsday/snowchester, art by quippso) I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I'd rather quit. I'd rather be sad. It's too much work.

DUO PLAYLISTS

never saw one without the other, did you? (c!tommy and tubbo. art by georgesspotify) but no ones left. you know this and i know this. together we trace out the trail away from doom. there is no hope. there is a trail. i follow you.

make it better. (c!beeduo. art by now_thatwaslie) "I'll take care of you." "It's rotten work." "Not for me. Not if it's you."

you never got to see the lights. (c!niki and c!wilbur. art by salsasscribbles) You wanted to be cremated so we cremated you and you wanted an adventure so I ran and I knew you wouldn’t catch me. You are a fever I am learning to live with, and everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel.

all that matters is that youre alive. (c!quackity and c!tubbo. art by tubbowithagun) Your skin looked blue in the television light. Your teeth looked yellow. Still wet, I lay down next to you. Your arms, your legs, your naked chest, your ribs delineated like a junkyard dog's. There’s nowhere to go, I thought. There’s nowhere to go.

getting to spend time with you aint that bad, huh? (c!awesamponk. art by ) Let’s jump ahead to the moment of epiphany, in gold light, as the camera pans to where the action is, lakeside and backlit, and it all falls into frame, close enough to see the blue rings of my eyes as I say something ugly. I never liked that ending either.

I'm never gonna protect you again. (c!quackity and c!schlatt. art by Probably a Plant) A man walks into a bar and says: Take my wife–please. But you take him instead. You take him home, and you make him a cheese sandwich, and you try to get his shoes off, but he kicks you and he keeps kicking you.

CHARACTER PLAYLISTS

be worse. (c!niki. art by evenspelledevan) We pull our boots on with both hands but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

he loves me, right? (c!sapnap. art by chjropta) Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you.

there is no sunrise inside. (c!sam. art by pnksh1rts) I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

trust nobody. dont even trust me. (c!quackity) We're shooting the scene where I swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.

i know what I'm like. that's the issue. (c!wilbur. art by ranbooz) I will turn myself into a gun, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.

i dont like who i am around you. (c!tommy. art by jellyilyy) I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me, and I have to search my body for the scars, thinking Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?

be better. (c!jack manifold. art by robotic-poet.) So, I said, now that we have our dead, what are we going to do with them? There's a black dog and there's a white dog, depends on which you feed, depends on which damn dog you live with.

this is checkmate. (c!tubbo playlist #1. art by beetlle) History throws its shadow over the beginning, over the desktop, over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters. History is a little man in a brown suit trying to define a room he is outside of.

a good kid, and an even better spy. (c!tubbo playlist #2. art by sad-ist) You're going to die in your best friend's arms. And you play along because it's funny, because it's written down, you've memorized it, it's all you know.

hope for the best, plan for the worst. (c!tubbo playlist #3, art by emikuthecipher, listen in order, seasons separated by c418) Imagine surrender. Imagine being useless. A stone on the path means the tea's not ready, a stone in the hand means somebody's angry, the stone inside you still hasn't hit bottom.

[oceanofsoup]

Gonna try to explain this as coherently as possible, i wish i could actually put these images into art but oh well. So for the past while ive kinda seen technos character as like shapeshifter esque, where hes got a piglin and a human form and will switch depending on the situation. The scene in my head is him sleeping and being in piglin form, specifically with an arm kinda dangling off the side of the bed. He rolls and falls out of bed with the blanket getting flung up. The blanket falls back over him but settles much lower than before, he pulls it off and is in human form with long hair.

[loser-lenny]

psst, dream apologists/people who know a lot about his character, can i pls ask a question:) ?

[knightingale0]

if anyone wants to put silly stickers on a digital tree

🎄DECO MY TREE🎄

Decorate Friend's Tree for Christmas🎅

[science-bish]

If any non-Americans wanna wife me up…

Now’s the best time ever!

[aftermoved]

JULY 25TH.

( have a lil excerpt from matthew's book )

“I suppose… it is easier to be loved by one that knows you, then it is to be loved by someone new.” I say the words, but I do not mean them. A half truth, stuck in a wheel of doubt. The music changes, a thumping as the crowd goes wild, all jumping in sync with one another.  “But where is the fun in that?” A drawl, and we sit in silence for a while after. I do not look at him in fear I will get lost in the sea of his existence. Just standing next to him is too much for me to bear. I do not know how he makes me feel this way.  I hate him for it. I wonder if I make him feel the same.