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Ătoiles minecraft listen to me. Listen to me man if you see that tall british music fuck even try to run for that stupid ass president position i need you to bust out all your tryhard skills i need you to hit him until he stops moving and then i need you to do it again. We Cannot Let Wilbur Soot Into Another Minecraft Election
small tag compilation because you people are ACTUALLY fucking killing me
I drew some pesterquest adult edits of hs characters from recommendations I got on Twitter! If u wanna recommend any adult sprites to make you can write me something in my inbox :3 YIPPIEEEE
Two grown ass men working out their differences

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[Continuation of the previous art]
He thinks he's more decent. That he's more clever. That he has standards.
But in the end he's showing butt to his rival.
Popular opinion but I think this is the best version of Ponk Iâve ever drawn
i love how i havenât seen a single campaign for techno and heâs soundly thrashing every opponent. silent but deadly
both what?
i am at a loss for words. the fucking doubletake. the fumbling over words. bad's shock. this is cinematic
Tubbo: We are figuring out who the mole is, Technoblade. Techno: I bet itâs JSchlatt.
Tubbo and Quackity: Tubbo: He is not on our side Technoblade. Quackity: What are you talkâ WHAT DO YOU MEAN âI bet itâs JSchlattâ!?
Old clip from November 16thâs âQuackity Goes to War Against JSchlattâ stream: featuring Technoblade having a very serious debate with Tubbo and Quackity explaining how JSchlatt is, somehow, secretly on their side.
Fun fact, from Technoâs POV you can hear his response to Quackity asking if heâs high, which is: âa littleâ
12 seconds ¡ Clipped by Blockgamepirate ¡ Original video "THE REVOLUTION (dream SMP)" by Technoblade

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forehead touch (ŕšď¸śĎ ︜)ďť
people drawing pogtopia wilbur all cool and evil looking is pretty funny when you look at the actual skin cause like
look at his little buttons and scrunched up sleeve on the left. Look at his fucking converse and his blank and distant state. he has no swagger,Not an ounce!!
Skeppy: Yâknow what? I invite you... câmon!
Bad: Y-You invite- you- oh, sorry
Skeppy: Hurry up, itâs now or never
Bad: You invite- you invite me? Like, what, to just hang out- Iâm- Skeppy, Iâm near the Egg all the time
Skeppy: Get on the Egg
Bad: Oh my goodness...
Skeppy: Stand right here
Bad: Right here...
Skeppy: Now shift...
(Beat)
Bad: Skeppy~
Skeppy: What.
Bad: I know youâre havinâ fun...
Skeppy: Yeah? I feel good! Do you feel good?
Bad: Yes, I- I feel great, I feel-
Skeppy: Do you mean it? Do you really feel it?
Bad: Yes!
Skeppy: Do you feel it?
Bad: I feel it- of course I feel it, you-!
The Egg: *Unintelligible whispering*
Bad: Oh my gosh, will you be quiet?! You muffinhead!
#they are everything to me
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DID YOU KNOW THAT MOST SBURB SESSIONS FAIL
ok [LONG POST; APOLOGIES FOR PUTTING THIS ON YOUR LOVELY ART]
this made me wonder what happens to like
the players who go godtier in a dead session
because, like, theyâre immortal, and with everyone else dead there is no way they CAN die, because suicide is neither heroic nor just, so they will simply continue to reincarnate forever
until they start to go insane from lack of human contact and anomie
and although sburb keeps them from dying, i imagine that thereâs some sort of degeneration going on, maybe every time they die they come back slightly wrong in some way, their speech becomes garbled and they slowly start to look less and less human or whatever
and eventually
inevitably
the only voices left for them to hear are the whispers from the furthest ring
because with all of the time in the universe, even prospit dreamers visit Derse eventually, and as the incipisphere ages the boundaries between universes start to weaken
and itâs so hard not to just give up and accept the invitation, shuck off oneâs mortal bonds and leave the session for good, sliding into the many-tentacled embrace of the horrorterrors as your body fully degenerates into madness and lines of code, no longer yourself anymore
just a whisper of what once was but is no longer human.
What if thatâs where horrorterrors come from? The mutated god tiers from failed sessions.
oh my god I HAD TO WRITE FIC FOR THIS IM SORRY ITâS LONGONGG
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~ATH (TERMINAL SESSION CODE 23) import DATA, PLAYER RANK, PLAYER MEMORY, PLAYER LIFESPAN; import ULTIMATE REWARD; LOADING
}
It has been exactly a year since you started to play the game. It has been exactly ten months, twenty-eight days, 3 hours, twenty-five minutes and 14 seconds since you lost the game. Your hands are covered in black dirt.
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whoa, oh my gosh.. THAT WAS REALLY SAD OMG D:
still wow this is really beautifully written!! iâm really glad that my dumb pic inspired you to write all that aaahhh <33
ITâS SORT OF HILARIOUS IN A WAY THOUGH BECAUSE THATâS ACTUALLY ME LMFAO
TOOK THE TITLE TEST
GOT SEER OF TIME
DREW THE PIC
NOW PEOPLE ARE WRITING ABOUT ME GOING CRAZY LOL <3Â
Would you like another story? No? Okay, here goes;
A young girl stands in her room. It just so happens that today, April the 13th, is this girlâs 13th birthdayâŚ
When you figured out it was a doomed timeline, it was too late. Youâd dragged them into it. You hadnât meant to. Youâd thought that you all had to go this way in order to succeed. You told them you werenât entirely sure, but they followed you on this stupid fucking quest anyway.Â
You were the Seer of Time, and they trusted you with their lives.
And you thought that maybe, just maybe, you could be trusted. How wrong you were.
Itâs over now. Youâve realized you were wrong only a few seconds ago. And theyâre dead. Theyâre all dead, and itâs your fault. You were supposed to be their leader, their guide, and you failed. Thereâs a faint static filling your ears.Â
They were God Tiers too. They too had seen death and risen again. But they died the way they were supposed to. Heroic, protecting you, or just, deserving it, they died. And you, unable now to achieve either death are left behind. Stuck here, wondering if you can even hope for an end for yourself. The static is louder.
A year has passed. Or is it two? Itâs hard to tell now, everything blurs together. You know the only reason you havenât starved to death or died of thirst is because of this cursed God Tier. The clothes barely fit you anymore, and are so dirty you canât tell what colour they are - nor can you remember. Your last clear memory is burying your friends rotting bodies and marking their graves. You sit there now, staring with dead eyes at the names you scratched into the headstones you managed to fasten. There are no more tears - youâve long since cried them all. No longer are you maturing, growing up. For you, the Seer of Time, time has stopped. There is nothing left but eternity, stretching out before you, one which you have no power to end. Youâve tried everything to undo your mistake, including going back to warn yourself, but no matter what you still find yourself back here as your dead selves build up. Maybe youâve saved them in other timelines. Probably not. You now understand what that static is - whispers.
You found a mirror today. You stared into it, and whatever was staring back didnât seem entirely human. At least, you donât think it was. It could have been itâs hard to remember, especially when you barely remember your own name. What is a name anyway? It doesnât matter. Nothing really does. Not even you. The whispers are louder.
Youâve forgotten what it is to be human, or what a human is. Youâve forgotten everything but language. You are void, just like this place youâre in. Finally, the whispers make sense. You whisper back, and thereâs an excited clamor for your attention. Smiling, you float towards them, leaving behind everything you once knew and cared for, all of it forgotten. The only time you look back is when you hear a bang. Behind you is shining, glimmering, spreading specks of matter. Whatever you were on before has broken.
You watch as the poor child curls up, sobbing, eyes squeezed shut, ears covered. You pity them, but you need their help. All of you do. Theyâre screaming at themselves to wake up, and when they suddenly fall silent and relax you know that they have. Sighing, you turn to the next player who you need to address. Theyâre wearing red. Red. Something in you clicks. Something big. All of a sudden you remember. You remember all the things you forgot. Horrified, you begin to scream. All the others turn to you, trying to comfort you, trying to understand whatâs wrong, but rather than seeing them as they are, you see them as they were. All children thrown into something they never should have had to face. All confused. All having made a mistake. All scared, and all having long forgotten their past lives. As the memories painfully flash across your vision, you deteriorate until finally, centuries after the end of your session, you die.
A young girl stands in her room. It just so happens that today, April the 13th, is this girlâs 13th birthdayâŚ
Who knows how long this has gone on for? Universe after Universe being created and destroyed in an unbroken chain stretching into infinity, with the roadside littered with the husks of sessions that were not meant to be.
Also, I think Skaia would only keep them alive to a certain point in scenarios like this. Would the last survivor dying by some natural accident (like getting hit with one of those meteors in the background)to prevent them from living an eternity alone be a âjust/heroicâ death? The wiki says:
How doomed timeline God Tier players received their permanent deaths is still unknown. However it is possible that the cessation of their timelines was enough to ensure their deaths beyond the two normal criteria for permanent death, or that even remaining in the doomed timeline counts as âheroicâ as it allows the alpha timeline to continue.
So, maybe.
Deep stuff, dudes. Might not be headcanon material, but itâs definitely interesting.
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Date of origin: September 30, 2012
guys?? guys what happened in the stream???
tommy died, went to early dsmp dream stream as limbo, came back and said he understood where dream was coming from and that he only wanted things to be âsimpleâ, apologized to dream, and then the nuke killed everyone and they woke up with memory loss on a new seed and dream asked if they wanted to be friends
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