ask the dream smp

posting schedule: whenever i feel like

read from the beginning:  https://ask-dreamsmp.tumblr.com/post/630616203263705088/receiving-video-playback-loading-loading

list of players: https://ask-dreamsmp.tumblr.com/players

discord server: https://discord.gg/btSqA9f

character references: (not finished yet but they will be soon!!)

What? you sexual, SapNap? But yet let me lament With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts That thou, my brother, my competitor In top of all design, my mate in empire, Friend and companion in the front of war, The arm of mine own body, and the heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle—that our stars, Unreconcilable, should divide Our equalness to this

ey buddy. what on earth is this question 

i like acacia logs but this is clearly sensitive so idk

i too ponder this question every day anon 

all my most recent asks are people thinking i am the actual dsmp

incoming message from Player 0001: “Dream”

Dream: Is this working? It’s gotta be working, right? It looks like it is.

Dream: Well. Only one way to find out.

“Hm.” Karl offers, nodding his head. “Well. You’re just in time.”

appears that way.

“Do we just knock?” Sapnap asks, studying the door like it has to have some secret code or password. Is it that simple?

Karl turns back to him. “It… can’t hurt. Right?”

The world around us has been frozen... for a very, very long time. It’s bright, blindingly so, as if all darkness was sworn away completely from this place. Safety has returned.

This disembodied voice, hauntingly ancient yet still so desperately naive, an unforseen hand not unlike that of the Messenger--wherever he is now--stitches together time and brings us here. The present. It’s time.

Communicate with them? Alright. If that will make you happy.

Life breathes into the world; light becomes dark. And Karl and Sapnap...whose eyes at first seemed dull and frozen...

return to an attention one of them doesn’t realize they lost.

Before them sits a large door, a finnicky metal thing that would under normal circumstances lead to a way out. They had been walking before your--no, our--pause.

Sapnap shakes his head, feeling stiff for reasons unknown. “Is this it?”

“Yes,” Karl agrees, with the decisive glare of someone who has been frozen here for a month and had the ability to decide. “We’re here.”

He takes a moment to glance behind him, at you, because you too have flickered back into motion. He musters a wave, flexing his fingers that are sore like the rest of him, begging for a timeless rest. “And we’re not alone, either. Look.”

Sapnap turns, millimeters before knocking, and gawks at your presence. “You’re here!” he near-shouts with a grin. “Hi.”

His hand dances between knocking and waving hello to you, little firefly. Maybe he’s nervous. He repeats himself, “Hi, hi,” and Karl grabs his wrist and takes one fleeting step towards you.

- 🌹⚔️

From above their heads, a rumble of thunder is heard. As if dictated by something otherworldly, we’ve abandoned Wilbur, Sally, and the apartment housing Tommy— and wound up here.

It’s incredibly dark. Graffiti in a messy scrawl provides directions that are less than helpful, and both Karl and Sapnap appear to be examining it carefully.

“Where are we...” Karl murmurs, back turned. Something creaks behind them and he turns, Sapnap alongside him, brandishing a knife.

“Who’s there?” he calls out.

The lighter-haired shushes him. “We can’t let anyone know we’re here, Sapnap, come on-“

It’s... the pipes. They appear to be alone.

Sapnap huffs and turns back to the writing on the wall, the brick appearing to hold some kind of coded map. “I... I don’t know where we’re going.”

“Does Pogtopia have a code and she just didn’t tell us?” Karl adds in a mumble.

—-> MOD POST

The camera clicks back on, ‘repaired’.

We sit in Sally’s kitchen—Wilbur looking over Tommy, who sits on an old-as-dirt-countertop that could use some cleaning. He checks for wounds, to the latter’s outward annoyance, but perhaps inner appreciation.

Sally is fiddling with the flashlight, the summoned thing looking oddly familiar to her. She finally manages to click it on and it shrouds them in light better than the candles she had found could.

“No,” Tommy says, and his arms cross. “She didn’t fuckin’ tell me.”

“Be nice,” Wilbur chides.

“And you didn’t mention anything about being in love with each other! When in the fuck did that happen?!”

Sally smiles; Wil’s face goes bright red. “It’s a spur of the moment development,” She explains.

“Can’t get attached in case something happens, so I didn’t tell you,” Wilbur adds after sputtering away his blush.

“I think you’re fuckin’ attached if you’ve got a-“ Tommy begins, but is shushed profusely by his brother, the older’s hand clamped over the younger’s mouth.

What’s “funky” is how broken the whole thing is.

Tommy: Uh.... yeah?

Tommy: Should I fuckin... narrate for you?

Wilbur: Don’t be st-

Tommy: We are walking upstairs! Wilbur’s falling behind because he’s old as fuck and half-blind and slow. After we get up I’m going t-

Tommy: Man. This is boring.

Wilbur: You’re delirious.

Tommy: Broken? Looks fine to me. Get your eyes checked.

Wilbur: Watch your mouth-

Tommy: Oh come on! I’m fuckin all depressed and you’re just gonna-

Wilbur: I got beat with a rock and thought you were dead!

Tommy: I watched you get beat with a rock and then lived in total isolation for fuckin’ months!

Wilbur: ....Okay, you win.

Tommy: That’s fuckin right I win, Wilb-

RUUUUMBLE..... CRACK!

Tommy: Jesus fuck.

—-> MOD POST

—-> MOD POST

baby go outside and touch grass /lh

this is not an official dream smp blog. no matter how much my babies in the discord server think i’m dream i am unfortunately not (unless???) i just got a really good url

Wilbur: Come on, Tommy. Come on. You have to be here. Come on.

Tommy: W-

Tommy: Wilbur..

Wilbur: Tommy? Tommy!

Oh. Boring. Get on with it, please.

Tommy: I... You’re not.... dead!

Wilbur: You’re alive, my war runt!

Tommy: I... I...

We haven’t got all century, you know.

Wilbur: Come on, don’t cry, we’re alright.

Tommy: ...

Tommy: You... heh. You look right stupid with those fucking glasses on, you know.

—-> Tether located. Connection reestablished to ‘wilbur’.

—-> Preparing to load search function...

Wilbur: How’d it get so dark so quick....

Wilbur: Tommy?

Wilbur: ... Come on, Toms, you can’t have gone. I was... I was so close. We were.... we were so close.

—-> Loading...

Wilbur: Come on, Tommy. Come on.

—-> Loading...

We’ll be waiting for this thing to load all century at this rate. For the love of—

And the screen’s all crackly as well. Suppose we might be able to fix that with some “divine intervention”, so to speak.

...

There it goes. That should tie itself back together in time. Now then, get on with this ‘find Wilbur’ business before the entire thing goes Under.

...

Sally: There’s a thunderstorm outside and the admittedly shitty power is already out. You tell me if there’s somewhere where it’s raining.

Sally: No wait, I’m sorry, don’t go—

—-> searching...

Sally: I don’t really know the kid, I couldn’t tell you. I know pieces, Wilbur told me about the whole ‘he’s like a brother to me, i raised him, they think his mother ran off to hermit but i think she got the axe’ thing, and Sam told me what he could get out of him but—

Wilbur: I’m... I’ll check downstairs.

Sally: You really think now is an important time to-?

—-> automessenger system initiates locator device.

Sally: Oh my.

Sally: Alright, so... maybe you do. Think now is a. A good time.

—-> Searching room.

Sally: The... uh, President thing. It’s just a title. A funny way of saying “I’m in charge”. I suppose that could be the rule in some places, but—

—-> “Tommy” not located.