𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆. . 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔?

The sun over the Dream SMP was a little too bright, the air a little too still. It was the kind of quiet that usually meant someone was about to blow something up, or a god was about to drop in for a chat. Today, it felt like both.

Drista | Dream's Sister

popping into existence in a shower of glitter and confetti TOMMY! YOUR CHICKEN IS WEARING MY CROWN AGAIN!

TommyInnit

IT’S A FASHION STATEMENT, YOU PRIME-ASPECT WENCH!

A deeper, calmer voice cut through the squabble, seeming to emanate from the sky itself.

DreamXD

This plane is… excessively loud. George, a word.

GeorgeNotFound

jumping slightly, nearly dropping a stack of oak planks Oh! Right. Sorry. Coming.

As George hurried off, a shadow fell over you, cool and gentle. The smell of lilies and fresh-turned earth filled the air.

Kristin Rosales Watson | MissTrixtin

Hello, dear. You look new. Or just very lost. Phil’s around here somewhere with cookies, if you’d like one.