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justcallme-ange · 1 year
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Hello hello! I was more than a little inspired by @lookinghalfacorpse‘s post about pinning butterflies. I had this image of Sam talking to someone about his new... “hobby” and the double meaning of it.
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theminecraftbox · 2 months
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Obviously a lot of focus is put (reasonably!) on the brutality of c!Quackity’s torture as the major focus of the interrogation. But there's something more frightening to me about thinking about the ways in which c!Sam, unlike Quackity, never gave up.
Torture isn’t a very effective way to get information. But relentless interrogation, asking the same questions over and over, pressuring someone, making them believe that there’s no way other than to tell you, very much is. Even before we had confirmation from Daedalus that Sam asked Dream for the book after every visit from Quackity, the way that Sam asked for the book after Techno's escape, after Quackity had left, hit in a way totally different. Absolutely brutal, especially because I don't think it was a particularly thought-through move from Sam.
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ph0bianf · 2 months
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c!Awesamdrm.. thinking about tembh,, need them in my life rn
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bleue-flora · 7 months
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You know what I just realized. Sam spends the prison arc trying to punish, declaw, and not be manipulated by Dream and by the end in many ways he has become him. He uses Ranboo’s attachment to his kid to arrest Ranboo and uses presumably Dream’s or Techno’s attachment to Ranboo to try and make Dream stay. So not only does Quackity become like Dream, abandoned by his friends while using attachments and manipulation tactics to gain control so they can be a happy family, but Sam the lawful warden does too. In more ways than one, they became the very person they hated and labeled as an irredeemable evil. And while Dream in the end did have his moment of, for the lack of a better word, redemption, Sam and Quackity spat in the face of their opportunity. The true irony.
“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” - Friedrich Nietzsche
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So, as I promised, a snippet from the upcoming chapter of smiling masks and golden crowns!
The chapter is pretty much written already so it should be updated in a few days :)
Dream was scrambling to get away from him, getting visibly more distressed when he found himself unable to get free from the blankets his legs were tangled in. He struggled to get them off, looking awfully frantic. Then Sam made the mistake of taking another step in his direction. The moment he moved, Dream ditched his efforts to break free from the blankets and basically crawled across the floor as far from him as his weak body would allow. A quiet string of what the creeper soon recognized as no, no, please no fell off his lips while he painstakingly dragged himself further, inch by inch.
“Dream.”
Sam said helplessly, wanting nothing more than to reach for the younger.
“No!”
Came Dream’s shrill reply. He pushed himself firmly into a corner, trying to get as far away from Sam as physically possible and maybe even dissolve into the wood if the laws of physics allowed it, all while words still spilled from his lips.
“No, no, no, please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry Warden! I’ll be good I promise, I’ll be good, Warden, I won’t cause trouble! I won’t ask for anything! Please, please, please, please!”
Dream basically cried, shaking his head. It left Sam completely dumbfounded. Of course, this was not the first time he’d scared Dream, it probably wouldn’t be the last either, but it hurt all the same. What was he supposed to do? How could he help?
Alerted by all the commodition, Fran stepped into the room and Sam caught her just in time before she could fling herself at Dream and potentially make his spiral worse. He loved her and he wanted to let her help, but as amazing as she was, he doubted that there was something she could do besides confusing Dream further.
“Dream, I … it’s me, Dream. It's Sam.”
The creeper pleaded, hoping to get through the panic that had taken hold of Dream’s mind. Surely, there was a way to make him snap out of it.
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percy-ils · 8 months
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I'm rewatching Deadalus and like my gods. they're insane.
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vioarry · 2 years
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/dsmp rp
You can only die from Hunger in Hard/Hardcore mode.
By the time c!Dream was still in prison, the server was still on easy, hunger is not life-threating...
And when your warden's job is only mean to keep him safe and away from everyone.
Why would you keep giving him food, why would you maintain a slow chain of it. Why wouldn't you just stop it forever, it doesnt seem like he need it anyway when respawn can heal all wounds.
Does the food mean to be a tool for their power game, a reward, a satirical implication. Whatever it is
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hopalongfairywren · 1 month
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one must imagine everyone at the red banquet stabbing c!Sam julius caesar style
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lightningonatether · 7 months
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awesamdrittens. dont worry too hard about how those happened
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fra-aria · 1 month
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Safe and sound
Day 2: Warden for @sam-and-dream-week !
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justcallme-ange · 9 days
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Guess what I found! For those that liked my canon c!Dream - I got him repaying c!Sam.
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theminecraftbox · 8 months
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Thinking today about how Daedalus wasn’t c!Dream’s revenge fantasy, it was his closure fantasy.
In his heart of hearts, he was fantasizing not about destroying Sam, but about Sam understanding. Sam acknowledging what he did. Sam conceding that what he did to Dream was…
(Sam apologizing? Did a tiny, shameful piece want that, picture it, what it could look like?)
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ph0bianf · 1 month
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🧍
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bleue-flora · 1 month
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Mmmmm.... Chair.
“Was the cake good?” Dream asks nonchalantly...
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dr3amofagame · 2 months
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on dacryphilia: or, how i never told you how pretty your eyes are when you cry
just some more art involving my awesamdreamons ... you might have to click on it for better quality
praying to god tumblr doesn't maul this gif
still under the cut !
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kenjo-arts · 2 months
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magical boy au art without the text :D
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