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ladyddanger · 6 months
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thinking about the events of the dsmp hundreds of years later being just a bunch of stories.
In a village nestled between tall pines children play Manberg Vs Pogtopia, the names of nations and reasons for war long forgotten as they hit each other with sticks and tackle their friends to warm summer grass.
When their mothers tuck them in that night they tell them stories of a snowy wasteland, so ancient it still holds the scars of long wars forgotten. They tell them of the wasteland’s inhabitant, the greatest warrior this world has ever seen. His name is lost to history but warriors still pray to him on the eve of battle and tie ravens feathers in their hair in his honor.
If the children misbehaved that day their mothers tell them a different story, one of a masked man who steals bad children and drowns them in the sea.
There’s a crater a few miles east of the village in the middle of the marshlands up by a glittering ocean. The crater is so deep that you can throw rocks off the edge and never hear them hit the bottom. Legend says that once upon a time the goddess of death had a son who walked this earth and when he died in her rage and grief she tore into the city that once stood there with her bare hands and ripped it from the earth leaving nothing but a crater behind.
On long sunny evenings in the inns that dot the coastline bards tell stories of a cursed city of gold and glass buried in the heart of a desert where it snows. They whisper the city is full of riches but nobody who looks for it ever comes back.
On stormy nights the Bards tell a different story, a story of a town that sits over a slumbering god. Strange things happen there. Red vines sport up over night. If you listen closely, the people say you can hear them talk. Everyone there has red eyes and cold cold hands.
If you start at dawn and ride in the opposite direction of the carter you can reach the vault before nightfall. The locals claim it used to hold a faceless god guarded by a king but time has weathered the vault’s defenses and the towns children dare each other inside its walls, running though the tight passages.
An old fairytale says if you follow a small barely visible path from the doors of a vault beyond you’ll reach a forest full of trees so overgrown they block the sun. The fairytale says if you walk to the heart of the forrest there’s a prince sleeping there, nestled in the flowers and weeds. The fairytale says his true love and his knights are long dead. The fairytale says he dreams the whole world in existence. The fairytale says a lot of things but nobody really believes it.
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kuwuuji · 11 months
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cdnf 🥹 ? your last artwork of them is gorgeous
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sorry this is so late i went kinda crazy LOLLLL hope u enjoy <3
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fridgrave · 2 years
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are you real? or this is just... another dream?
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andhyssops · 1 year
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Good Morning!
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Good morning! Welcome to the Dream SMP.
Your name is GeorgeNotFound. You and your friends Dream and Sapnap haven't been on this server for long, but you're already falling in love with your new home.
You hope that things will never change.
It's time to start your day!
This visual Novel contains:
1 - 2 hours of gameplay
Multiple unique endings (find them all!)
So much art. Like, so much
You can download Good Morning Gogy for free on itch.io!
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Game #2 is complete! I hope yall enjoy playing this as much as I enjoyed making it :) 
this one goes out to all the c!george lore enthusiasts. yall are real ones
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mossrockpog · 9 months
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Dsmp memes i made a while back and forgot to post, ID included
The swear word (there was only one) is censored because I cannot swear for religious reasons and thus can't type it
[ID: DSMP characters edited to be text posts.
Post 1:
C!Philza: He actually turned his life around
C!Quackity (Butchers Army): That's a shame I hope he relapses and dies. Right now.
Post 2:
C!Wilbur: I don't trust birds. frickin hollow bones. suspicious. what are you hiding in there
Post 3:
A yelp review with 4 stars.
C!Georgenotfound: Nice restaurant. Very attentive staff only deducted a star as there was a man murdered beside me towards the end of my meal
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C!Badboyhalo, with his egg arc skin: the horrors are returning everyone!!!! clap if you're excited for the horrors
C!Badboyhalo, with his normal skin: (weakly) did everyone have fun at the horrors
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(A Twitter post. The display name is "hamilton kinnie" and the @ is lmanbur.) Gimme a pen paper and 3 adderall I'll rewrite the constitution myself
Post 6:
(A series of spammed text messages.)
C!Tubbo: Do it and you're cool (Repeated 3 times.)
C!Tommy: DO IT AND YOU'RE COOLLLLLL
C!Ranboo: THIS IS PEER PRESSURE (Repeated 6 times.)
Post 7:
(A Twitter post. The display name is "subscribe to technoblade" and the @ is technoblade.)
C!Technoblade: im not former gifted student. i am still gifted. put me in a fourth grade class i'll annihilate them all like i did the first time
Post 8:
(A reddit post. C!Quackity's disheveled post-Slimecicle's death skin is pictured beside the post.)
(Post title) MY INTENTIONS ARE GOOD IM TRYING !!! !!! !!! !!!
(Post text) Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Post 9:
(A Twitter post. The display name is "newest syndicate member ig" and the @ is c!connor.)
C!Connoreatspants: honestly i dont even play an active role in my life.. stuff just happens and im like oh is this what we're doing now ok
Post 10:
Slimecicle: Not wearing glasses anymore. I've seen enough
/end ID.]
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mushyruuu · 9 months
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drain the whole sea
dtiys for divs on twt :)
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grayyskies · 7 months
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may perhaps start doing a doodle of the day just to keep my blog active!!
speakin of; here's a c!george in a syndicate outfit (based off of a silly lil idea i had n how cool he'd look in that fit)
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bakuvex · 1 year
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blimpcat · 1 year
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[04.13.22]
Slip into silent slumber. ♫
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mushyruuu-art · 6 months
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georgeHD
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bagelrites · 9 months
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Down the Rabbit Hole
(art for my Alice in Wonderland AU)
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lottelomo · 19 days
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Dsmp fanart in 2024???!!1!!🤯🤯
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kuwuuji · 1 year
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bygone days
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pronounrespector · 26 days
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finally getting around to posting this 😭
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I tried my best to use only dull colors but I think I failed at the end while doing the background 😭 but I think it turned out good so Oh well
@mistythedritten I added a little building on the bottom corner in inspiration from your ask lmao
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elmhat · 9 months
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// dsmp rp
In George’s humble opinion, the prison looked better from the outside.
Dream had warned him about the security procedures beforehand, of course, but George had perhaps underestimated the sheer, unrelenting number of them. Which was his mistake. Dream had always been one for the dramatics. Take away that source of needless tedium, and all you're left with is some dark little corridors and a creeping sense of claustrophobia.
“Look at this,” said Dream, indicating towards a giant round steel door like a kid showing off a new toy. A few clicks from the mechanism, and the door was rolling to the side, its entire body disappearing into the wall.
George might not be able to see the expression behind the mask, but he was willing to bet that Dream was grinning. Waiting for his reaction. Instead, George just continued forwards. “Who's actually gonna be in here?” he asked.
Dream only hesitated for half a second before following George through. He went to walk in front. “Well. I can't say that.”
There were cells in this room, George could now tell. Rows and rows of them, dozens and dozens, all the way up to the ceiling.
“You can't just build like a hundred cells and not tell me why.”
Dream shook his head. “It's not a hundred, George. Don't be dramatic.” More clicking, from deep within the prison, as he inserted a keycard into the next door. “And those cells don't even matter. Just a precaution.”
“Suuure.”
There was some kind of lever that Dream was messing with. George stood restlessly behind him, tapping his shoe on the ground.
“So…” he began, “if these ones are just a precaution, or whatever, who’s the main cell for?”
Dream threw a glance his way. “You are so annoying.”
“You're annoying! Like, it doesn't even matter, just tell me.”
A thunk, and half of the wall was suddenly sliding away, extending this horrible little hallway. Dream watched it happen without a word. But the silence after the door stopped was heavy, and Dream, reluctantly, gave in.
“Tommy,” he said.
George pondered this information. “Hmm. Tommy.” He turned the name over in his mouth. “That’s kind of funny, actually.”
“Yep,” said Dream, quick and clipped. He was standing in the new chamber now, apparently waiting for George to join him. He didn't.
“You're being all secretive,” said George. “And stupid. And this place— smells. And it's depressing. I want to go outside.”
Dream exhaled deeply. “You can't just get out from here, we'd have to go all the way back again.”
“But, I don't know— where do the prisoners go outside?”
“They don't.” It was the kind of tone that didn't invite debate. “The courtyard was sealed up. It's indoors now.”
“Why?”
“Because it wasn't safe!” Dream snapped. His hands waved around thoughtlessly while he tried to piece his words together. “This was supposed to be a tour, not a— an interrogation. And, it’s— I just— The prisoner doesn't need stuff… like that.”
And maybe it wasn't even what Dream said, maybe he could call it some kind of divine premonition, but George's tapping went still and his blood went cold and his eyes remained glued to the man in front of him, and the man looked back, and it was as if, for just a moment, they could both read the truth from the other’s mind.
George was the first to look away; there was an awful tightness in his chest. “Just… look after the prisoner,” he said.
Dream scoffed. “What? Since when do you care about the prisoner?”
“Promise me,” George demanded suddenly. “Promise you know what you're doing.”
The force of it seemed to take the words from Dream’s mouth. George’s concern hung unspoken between them. Now, it was all either of them could do to simply exist here, in the same space, breathing in the same foul air. Slowly but surely, Dream nodded.
“I promise.”
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tang0w0tek · 1 year
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George: Come on, Sapnap. Nobody actually believes that Dream is in love with me.
Sapnap, to the group: Raise your hand if you think that Dream is helplessly in love with George.
*Everyone raises their hand*
George: Dream, put your hand down. 
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