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kenjo-arts · 2 years

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He got his hope ripped right from under him

#c!ranboo #mexican dream #ranboo #dsmp #dream smp #kenjos art #dsmp fanart #art #dsmp limbo

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its-elvie-innit · 1 year

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I just realized how strange it is, how when Tommy was revived he had no choice in coming back, it just happened. Everything kind of faded out for him, he was no active participant in his own rebirth, but when wilbur was reborn he had such an active choice in getting on that train and I find it so telling but I don't know what it's telling.

To me, Wilbur is a headstrong person when he's not depressed. He was the leader of l'manburg, he lived his remaining years filled with decisions and choices that really impacted those around him (ie;, his choice of death, his choice to lie to friends, leading pogtopia, his choice to make a country in the first place etc etc. All of these things did affect him, but mainly others) and created a kind of awful non-pressure. It's weird to look back at his life on the dsmp and realize how focal that part of him is to character development of so many people. He makes a choice, others deal with the consequences.

To look at that and realize how perfectly parallel Tommys' storyline in response to it is is another thing entirely. He's equally if not more headstrong than Wilbur, constantly at a push and pull with others. Yet he's the one pulled- for Tommy, others make a decision and he deals with the consequences. It's the perfect backwards mirror to Wilbur.

And it's almost cruel how obvious it is that those are their internal conflicts. Tommy so clearly wants to be in charge of his own life and have his actions impact something for once. Wilbur wants a similar outcome, but in a way where he can almost relinquish control- he wants to be in charge of himself. He also wants others to be in charge of the hard stuff. He was the cause of so much, and now he wants not that, because all the blame always fell on him.

So when they're brought back from limbo it's like the cruelest irony ever, that immediately they're cemented in their same positions. Nothing changed because revival isn't a rebirth or something making you new, it's pulling a tired old person back from the dead and asking them to continue with the same old.

No change happens in limbo, no great revelations. It's meant to keep you stuck in your ways and sad. Wilburs' decision to get back on the train affected someone else, his ghost, his little brother, and he was still responsible and still to blame. Tommy once again had no say in whether he came back or not and was left feeling helpless and as though he couldn't even own his own death.

I also wonder whether their revivals play into the idea that your limbo is what you think you deserve. Does Wilbur think he always has to have a choice, or does he think he's required to take responsibility for everything that happens to him. Does Tommy think he doesnt deserve a choice? Or is he so beaten down that he cannot fathom getting one.

#mcyt #dream smp #dsmp #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #analysis #dsmp analysis #dsmp limbo

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eekonis · 1 year

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ghost on a block

#my art #ranboo fanart #ranboo art #ranboo underscore #dsmp ranboo #ranboo dsmp #ranboo undersore beloved #dsmp fanart #dsmp art #dream smp fanart #ranboo limbo #ranboo lore #ranboo live #dsmp limbo #ghostboo #ghostboo fanart

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theenderwalker · 2 years

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i went to limbo a lake today

[id: four pictures of a ghostly figure with horns, ghostboo, at a lake. the first has a deep purple night sky, and the color is reflected in the water. The ghost faces the camera and appears to be floating. The veil that drapes over the figure is split black and white with red and green beads forming tear tracks on the face and a gash across the body. the second, third, and forth pictures have a more grey hue, and are very grainy. in one the figure faces away from the camera with its arms outstretched to either side. in the next, it stands ominously far from the camera. very little detail is discernsble. in the last, it approaches the camera, making the crown on its head more visible.]

📸 : @nefelegies my best friend tumblr user nefelegies

#dsmp #dsmp ranboo #ghostboo #cranboo #c!ranboo #dsmp limbo #the soul and the mind #ask to tag #cosplay #dsmp cosplay

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arcticsilver · 10 months

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How did he do this on accident????

#my love <3 #tnt duo #tntduo #tnt duo gay #dsmp limbo #dreamsmp #dsmp #dream smp #limbo #in limbo #dumbfuck #*whispers* MY dumbfuck

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fibi-draws · 2 years

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If you're taking requests- could we see a ghostbur or Slime? I miss my boys :(

i cannot believe this is the first thing i've drawn in months fhdsjk

#dream smp #dsmp #wilbur soot #ghostbur #charlie slimecicle #slime dsmp #schlatt #jschlatt #dsmp limbo #asks #requests #dancinglifeboat #this made me want to do a sketch dump of schlatt fhdjskal

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sparticus2000art · 2 years

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Here’s a drawing of ghostbur in limbo!

I drew friend with him so he wouldn’t be lonely.

I’ve been needing to practice both painterly rendering and backgrounds in general, so I decided to do this! (I may or may not have also chosen to do a train station background for Pokémon related reasons). The background itself is also loosely based on the YCGMA album cover.

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kitsuna21 · 1 year

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Midnight doodles

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azurecake16 · 1 year

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Hear me out…what if Karlnapitys limbos are all just reflections of each other? Karl’s can be an empty city (fear of forgetting his fiancés and loosing him self, based of Quackity), Quackitys can be fire (everything he’s ever loved has burnt, Sapnap) and Sapnap’s can be a time loop (fear of loosing people, Karl)

#karlnapity #dsmp angst #azures ramblings #c!sapnap #c!karl #c!quackity #DSMP limbo #wheeee

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skretri · 1 year

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these two cfccrrryin pipipi

#dsmp #dsmp fanart #dsmp art #c!ranboo #c!ranboo fanart #mexican dream #mexican dream fanart #dsmp limbo

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emlaux · 1 year

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Limbo

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billiedrawsstuff · 2 years

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So I’ve finally realized something. The dsmp is one big crack fic. It’s so dumb and hysterical and it’s amazing! It’ll have you laughing so hard you can’t breathe. But also it has it’s serious bits. That will make you angry. Make you cry. And that’ll just kinda screw with your emotions. But it’s a perfect blend. It’s not too much of one thing to make it annoying. Or make it depressing. It’ll give sad and serious moments but there’s usually a bit of comedic relief. You can see obvious clips of this in Wil’s lore finale alone. Im not gonna spoil anything, but if you watched it you know what I mean. It’s so good. And it’s kinda sad seeing an era come to an end but I’m super excited for season two.

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greytoska · 2 years

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cranboo in da water .

no i'm not caught up with the lore but cranboos limbo is very funny to me . as someone who's persona also has an enderman motif i think cranboo took the biggest L n it fills me with immense joy :)

also yes i made that marcy image myself . it's beautiful i know

#L c!ranboo fucking loser ass . imagine having personal attachments that get you killed then getting stuck in the middle of an ocean #mmmm ranarcy my dearly beloved <3 #art #fanart #dsmp art #mcyt fanart #dsmpblr #dream smp #dream smp fanart #dsmp #mcyt #artists on tumblr #c!ranboo #c!ranboo fanart #c!ranboo limbo #dsmp limbo #dsmp ranboo #ranboo fanart #ranboo

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harpymin · 2 years

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5 months late, had to rewrite it bc it got deleted the first time i tried to post it, we ballin

this was written for @dreamsclock's wtiys prompt: Limbo!

tw // derealization, disassociation, memory loss, repetition

/dsmp , rp

It felt like home.

The bricks and the glass panes looked the same as ever.

The red sky that spanned for eternity filled his mind with static. Bleeding into black horizon and sewed the empty plains together.

Stillwater lake surrounded him and the wooden path.

The air was stale and dust hung to his lungs.

It felt like home.

His body moved slowly. His feet dragged and limped. Creaks of an old neglected path clung to his ears.

The oak door stood impossibly tall and impossibly far. And yet, when his hands hit the brass handle it fit perfectly.

He stared. And the door stood still. The polish had worn off, leaving a rotten husk of what once was.

It felt like home.

A hush. A whisper. His ears started to ring.

"..-ream-"

His mind felt like cotton. Bleary yet too aware.

He opened the door and stepped in.

It was home.

The sun cascaded down the window panes and onto the haphazardly placed chests. Scattered beds of his family, some neatly cleaned and some missing bedsheets.

It was warm. A hot summer day. The kind of hot that left you sweaty tired. Although the breeze that sneaks in through the gaps in the bricks chilled him to the bone.

Distant shouts accompanied by barks and baa's eased his tense shoulders. He breathed.

...What was he doing just now?

He stood in the middle of his house, looking around.

His...house.

His house! He was trying to finish building his house! And he needed more materials. He'd just asked Alyssa if she had more bricks and she looked at him weird. Worried even.

"Dream why- why do you look so- .. what happened to you?"

He laughed. "What do mean? Is there something on my face?"

There were tears in her eyes. She reached out to his face and-

He stood in the middle of home, looking around, his ears ringing.

Distant shouts followed my laughter pulls his head towards the window.

"Dream! Help me! He's taking my stuff!"

He looked out.

It was the moon. So bright and calm against the ink black night. It reminded him of quiet comforts and blue cotton shirts. It reminded him of moments where the world seemed to melt away. Just them.

He closes his eyes. The soft glow of the sun against his eyelids. Warm hugs and raven hair. He missed his home.

He breathed in.

It felt like home.

He sits up coughing. His lungs were filled with ash and dust. Red sky fills his vision as it bleeds into the horizon.

It felt like home.

Almost.

#i had to rewrite this bc i was a dumbass and didnt save it on another platform and deleted my post #pain and misery /lh #dreamsclock wtiys #tw disassociation #tw derealization #tw memory loss #tw blood imagery #tw repetition #dsmp #mins writings #c!dream's limbo #dsmp limbo #c!dream #dream smp

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honey-sunsets · 2 years

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Presenting: You Didn’t Connect Shit — My Theory on How It’s All Coming Together

Featuring: three time travelers, a heartbroken god, and barely there but extremely plot-relevant GeorgeHD.

Brought to you by Tree Michael Multicolor. Sponsored by my shower and the void of my brain. Inspired by the Minecraft end poem.

DreamXD and GeorgeHD are the green and blue voices in the Minecraft end poem. They rule over a small pocket of the Universe together.

Something happens to GeorgeHD that kills him, or whatever the god-equivalent of dying is.

XD scrambles to find a way to bring him back. He invents resurrection, and in doing so tangles the connection between life and death, thus creating Limbo.

This cuts off a soul’s ability to move on to a merciful afterlife, as well as the ability of people like Phil and Kristin to easily move and make contact between realms.

So resurrection was completely unsuccessful for everyone involved. XD moves on to a new tactic. Surely leaving behind traces of his old project (*cough cough* the revive book) won’t have any consequences.

XD creates time travel in the hopes that he can save HD before he’s even killed. However, because of [continuity reason], he can’t travel himself, so he has to send someone else to do his bidding.

His first traveler is everyone’s favorite forgetful king, you know him, you love him, that’s right you guessed it, it’s…

Eret!

Eret travels only for a short time before [something else goes horribly wrong], causing Eret to seemingly disappear off the face of the earth and lose all of their memories. Thankfully, due to their ties to Herobrine, the amnesia stops there without the chronic memory loss seen in the other travelers.

Nevertheless, Eret finds herself compelled to preserve history, even if she can’t remember why.

XD isn’t giving up so quickly this time around, and decides to learn from his mistakes. He takes on a new mentee: the young prince of the End, Ranboo.

He uses a new method this time around, creating pocket dimensions to assist Ranboo in his travels. They’re… a bit uncanny, and produce an effect a bit opposite from intended, but it’s fine.

It is not fine. This time around is even more catastrophic than the last, and XD leaves Ranboo disfigured, stranded far from home, and with chronic memory loss.

Third time’s a charm. XD enlists Karl Jacobs as his third traveler. He takes a new new approach by starting Karl off small, giving him meaningless little missions here and there to get him used to traveling, before introducing himself or his greater objective.

He also indirectly tours Karl through the In Between, unaware that Ranboo had left warnings for successor in his panicked final days.

Around the same time, XD finds himself absorbed in something else entirely, a project that has him uncharacteristically unproductive: George. He just looks so similar, and he’s got the same damned name, XD just… he can’t help himself.

In some divinely fucked up way, XD feels as though this is a way of making it up to HD for not being able to save him.

Now it’s just a matter of seeing where Karl goes from here. Whether he succumbs to mental deterioration like the last two travelers, he finally completes DreamXD’s mission, or he does something entirely different… who knows!

#I wrote a long ass bullet fic based on this same idea and it was so shit I scrapped it kept only the key points and now we have this #I’m pretty happy with this actually!#dream smp theory #dream smp analysis #dreamxd #georgehd #xdnf #c!Eret #c!Ranboo #c!Karl Jacobs #dsmp limbo #tree posts

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cxyotl · 1 year

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c!schlatt limbo trial?

idk what exactly this means but imma do what i think it is ^^ under the cut again :]

“Are you a good person?” Said the goddess before him. Schlatt was still sitting on the floor in the same position he had been in just moments before, with one hand resting on his chest and the other limp on the ground. He narrowed his eyes at the holy being and her jury of angels before him.

“… What?”

“Are you a good person?” Her voice was gentle, but cracked like thunder in the otherwise silent, white room.

“You tell me,” he said, grinning. Her blank face did not even twitch. A feeling of ‘oh shit’ washed over him as he realized she was being deadly serious with this question. She would not take any joke answer. “… No.”

“Honesty is admirable,” was all she replied. Her jury nodded in uncanny unison. “… And now, Mr. Schlatt, tell me. Did you strive to be one?”

“To be what?”

“Your cooperation with this trial would do you well, Mr. Schlatt. I suggest you think before you speak, now. All ailments have been nulled, and nothing keeps you from not understanding my questions. Leave your pride. It will not save you from your righteous judgement here.”

The angels’ thousand eyes burned through him, and Schlatt sucked in a breath. “Well, if you are asking if I… Tried to be a good person… Then no.”

The Death Goddess hummed, then leaned forward to look at him. “We seem to know you more than you know yourself. For that I apologize. Your life was cut short, so you would not know, I’m sure.”

What the fuck did that mean?

As if reading his thoughts, she chuckled. “Introspection comes with age, dear. You never reached the age you could have. It was not in your control, your lifespan, but it was not in mine either. You are born as you are, without godly intervention, and I only can be fair to you now. In this trial.”

He stared back. Her sudden change in demeanor was both alarming and somewhat… Comforting? It hit him, suddenly, and he laughed. “Oh come on, Kristin, you know me. Give me a break.”

“I do know you, and that makes this trial much harder for me than you’d realize. You were friend and enemy of my children. XD’s own son had taken great comfort in your presence and yet even he feels betrayed. You were not a good person, no, but this second question of mine is not me trying to point out your failures in being good. Quite the opposite. I only want to know if you tried, at some point, to push past the injustices of your life that you faced to be better.”

He let that sink in for a bit, then hummed. “Okay… Still no. I was respected because I wasn’t a little bitch about my injustices. If the worlds against me, I’m against the world. That’s how it is.”

The jury looked up at Kristin, who sighed deeply. “You’re making this much harder than it has to be. Let go of your anger for once, Schlatt. You were not despised by the universe. She loved you... Schlatt, respect and love are different, and while you were respected as mayor and then president, you were also loved. Loved by good people. Ty and Connor, your siblings, Techno, Phil, even Wilbur and Tommy. They were your friends, some still are. Some will continue to miss you. And some may not because of the page you left them on.” She tapped a long nail against her podium, then shook her head.

The angels turned their heads back to Schlatt.

“I will accept your answer despite this. You will be sentenced to eternal limbo, but I will grant you a ghost, just as I do for everyone who dies young. I hope you use this opportunity to continue growing and to reflect.”

“… Thanks?”

“It was good to see you again. Happy birthday, dear.”

And the white room dimmed. When the lights came back, he was in a new room. His soul felt split, and the only light now was a single candle. Distantly, he could hear a train pulling out of a station.

#c!schlatt #c!kristin #dream smp #dsmp #short writing practice #dsmp limbo

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