#warden dsmp

[strawbearbean]

[begin id] a drawing of c!awesamdude as the warden (minecraft mob)! he has a human-ish face with a crown and gas mask, and the horns/body of the mob. the souls in his chest are in the shape of dream, technoblade, ranboo, ghostbur, tommy, and connor. they're intended to be a little creepy looking! [end id]

the warden as a warden! this was @druid-for-hire 's idea, please check them out!! they are not only an insanely skilled illustrator but also so creative and fun :D

i know it doesn't look like much, but my GOSH that was a lot of bones to paint!! i'm really happy how it turned out though :> hope you like it, too!

have an awesome day beloveds, i hope you smile lots!!! see you soon!

[bleue-flora]

Ok, I recently wrote an essay [here] talking about the definition and duties of civil engineering as well as the ethics because of the brain rot @swordfright gave me with calling Dream Sam’s ultimate engineering project. So, because I actually am a civil engineer I took it upon myself to design the title and summary of quantities sheets just like I do at work for roads but with Dream as the project instead. And in honor of angst day sponsored by @sixteenth-day-event, I figured I’d share it because I feel like it kinda works for the prison of the mind prompt.

“Sam’s “ultimate engineering project” he deemed too damaged like a bumpy road or crumbling building that wasn’t worthy of patching and filling in the cracks or reinforcing, that’s too eroded to be fixed and preserved. So, Sam strived to tear him down to the bedrock so he could remake, remold, and reengineer Dream according to his design for the common safety, public health and well-fair.”

{These are very similar to the actual sheets I make day to day, which I shall not share for the sake of doxing my location, but yea pretty much everything has a significance. Some of it doesn’t necessarily make sense but that was because I was more so taking inventory of what we see in lore (so you know I counted ;) lol)}

[awesamkiller]

Awsamdude design FOR NOW.

[brrrridgette]

new year new random moment of c!sam overtaking my brain

[clearmillerart]

The warden

[skelletime]

Inside you there are two wolves:

Murderer, and rejected by your ex

[michuyox]

[loversj0y]

am i the only one who has a boiling hatred for fanon ghostbur?

Like--- I'm neutral about canon ghostbur.

But i really really hate how so many people went as far as saying that Ghostbur was all the good parts of Wilbur.

That is just so wrong---- ghostbur has the good memories, but not all the good parts. it just drives me nuts.

ghostbur wasn't good for c!tommy or anyone coping with wilbur's death

it wasn't his fault, but people need to stop depicting him as they do

ohohoho i specifically waited to get to this until i had my laptop because i love me some character analysis! so. lets talk ghostbur!

disclaimer: these are opinions, i didnt write the character, this is just how id analyze ghostbur and audience portrayal of him

so something i think people dont note about ghostbur a lot is the fact that he is not wilbur in a much more real sense than people realize. something that revivebur kind of touches on but people dont really note (in my opinion) is the way the memories and your actions during memories actually shape you as a person. ghostbur could never be all the good parts of wilbur because without the negative memories, he could never have knowledge of how he can be good in negative scenarios, like being good towards tommy in darker times. this is one of the biggest things that makes ghostbur not healthy for the characters around him, and why wilbur being revived is so important to wilbur's overall character arc

ghostbur is the image of wilbur if he never dealt with significant problems, never caused problems or engaged in them, because he only has good memories, he's never seen himself in a negative situation (think to how ghostbur reacts to philza telling him fundy wants to be "adopted" by someone else (i cant remember who at the moment))

when people tell him of his own negative consequences, he literally cannot react in a way of genuine remorse. he feels guilt because he learns that the living version of himself did those things, but he cant actually give any apology that would be beneficial to anyone involved. ghostbur cant apologize for something he cant remember doing because he doesn't know why he acted in those ways.

we can contrast this with when revivebur tries to later apologize (im thinking particularly to fundy) and how when fundy asks why he did those things, he tells him about how he wasn't well mentally. even though fundy doesn't accept the apology (in a very. drastic way), revivebur can actually acknowledge his own motivations, which allows him to actually have a chance as being forgiven.

ghostbur doesnt know any of those motivations, which is why his character is unhealthy. he is literally a ghost of the man he once was, so even though people want genuine answers, before knowing he was going to be revived, they had to realize that ghostbur is basically a punching bag for them to push their issues with c!wilbur onto because ghostbur cant actually respond in any meaningful way in terms of remorse and forgiveness.

also, as for the audience portrayal, i think people got very caught up on the "sweet ghost boy" image rather than what he actually is and how he actually affects the characters. he literally haunts them and reminds them of all the trauma c!wilbur gave them, while knowing that he can't actually answer for any of it because he doesn't remember hurting them

its a very famous philosophical argument (i believe by kant) about the concept of "if someone has no memory of committing a crime, can they actually serve time for it?" because if you have no memory of doing something, can you actually learn from and grow from your experiences?

because ghostbur cant. and thats what hurts the people around him so much. people like c!tommy and c!philza who geniunely care about c!wilbur and want him to be okay know that ghostbur is not that answer because he can't grow from memories he doesnt remember playing a part in, so it hurts to see someone you love be constantly stuck in place of never being able to grow and never being able to answer for all the things you want to ask.

ghostbur is so important to c!wilburs arc because he reminds people not to seek justice on those who can't answer for it. some people actually recognize this, some don't, and some just avoid him like a plague because it hurts.

[rat-creates]

Silly doodles of a half thought out au

[ravenxd]

I just want to say that I am still a slut for C! Dream and Warden! Sam, even after all these months.

[dingbatnix]

I'm so hyped rn so I used the energy to make an angsty ref pic : D

Shameless fic plug : )

Dream can't balance for shit. He's missing substantial weight in one side, and he's missing a good portion of his tail. The red is definitely not all of his injuries and scars, but it does show the most substantial ones.

They're all trying their best, but...it's gonna be a struggle.

O, I have a taglist:

@brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @kayla-crazy-stuffs @local-squishmallow @skullsnbruises @munchkin1156 @gt-daboss

[vespertineneon]

(These are Yandere HCs, and all the characters are C!)

RamHybrid!Reader Drabble.

CW: Mention of breaking horns. That’s it I think.

What would each character do with the horns n shit??

Quackity would leave em be. He thinks they’re cute. If you tried to use them to hurt him, he’d put some kind of protective installment on them. Some mental plate over it that keeps it from piercing skin.

Awesamdude would probably do the same as Quackity. Except he’d do that the moment he got you.

Sapnap would literally sand them down. Not too much, and not anywhere close to your nerves.

Dream, this fucker. He’d sand em down to stubs. Hitting REALLY close to where your nerves start. He’d threaten to break them off if he’s really mad at you.

And Techno would leave them be. He knows full well that whatever you try to do isn’t gonna hurt him. And he knows that you know better.

[im-creature]

Got Sam on my brain so re-jigged my old design

[the-final-sif]

Okay, so c!Sam and c!Dream escaped from hunters, Sam is still blind, and Dream is being cage af about his hybrid nature. They got through 2 jump points (transitions between servers) without any issues (there were a lot of issues actually) only discover that the hunters were totally bming them by camping the third jump point. Sooo, what do they do? They go underground and jump into a new and dangerous world! Welcome to the Apology Cake AU part 3! The AU name still won’t make sense after reading this!

This time, Dream’s grip remained steadfast as they jumped. It was a comfort, in a confusing way.

The jump itself wasn’t that bad. Jarring, sure, but not the worst Sam had been through.

It was what came after the jump that hit Sam. The air of the new cave they found themselves in smelt... wrong.

Fuck, was there mold in here? It smelled like mold. Or rot. Maybe an abandoned mineshaft?

Sam realized very suddenly that Dream wasn’t moving. He was frozen. Why? Didn’t they need to move quickly?

“Dream-” Sam was keeping his voice quiet, but Dream instantly tapped his wrist once. The man’s grip tightened, almost like... almost like he was scared. What the hell was going on?

They can’t have teleported into a dungeon, Sam couldn’t hear any mobs. Hell, it was near dead silent.

After several long, long seconds, in which anxiety built up, Dream finally moved. For the first time, moving closer to Sam, using his other hand to coax Sam into leaning down so that Dream could whisper into Sam’s ear.

“Sam, there’s Sculk. It’s everywhere. We have to pass through it. Stay silent. Keep your footsteps light. Don’t touch anything. Tap if you need to stop.”

Oh fuck.

Oh shit.

Sam had never encountered Sculk. The SMP was kept clean of it. Still, he’d heard the stories. Of what happened when you went too deep. All the stories of people that never came back. Running into a Warden was near certain death.

Still, it was safe as long as you kept quiet, right? All they needed to do was not set off the Sculk, and the Warden wouldn’t be alerted.

Sam could- Okay, he wasn’t great at being quiet, but he wasn’t awful at it either. He could- he could do this. He just needed to be very careful about where he put his feet.

It was times like these Sam was very grateful he had paws and not hooves like other centaur-like hybrids. At least they cushioned the noise and as long as he kept his claws in, there was no click against the stone floor.

Dream, for his part, had gone entirely silent. It was actually spooky. If Sam couldn’t feel Dream’s tight grip guiding him, he’d have no idea the other man was there at all. His footsteps had vanished entirely, and there was no more of that thumping noise. Sam couldn’t even hear him breathe.

The two of them slowly made their way.. forward? Down? Sam didn’t know where they were going other than ‘away from the hunters.’ He was too focused trying to keep his footsteps light.

After what felt like hours, but was likely less than 30 minutes, the tunnel they were following opened up into... something. Sam couldn’t tell what it was, other than open and big. He could feel a breeze, but not the sort of breeze that meant they were out. The sort of breeze that meant they’d reached a large cave.

Dream clearly knew where they were, his steps got hurried, pulling Sam over to...

Sam almost (almost) made a noise of surprise when his front paws touched wool. It felt... well, not great if he was being honest. It was damp, and had clearly not been maintained in ages. It was rough wool too. The sort you used for rugs. But it was a welcome change from the hard stone.

Dream seemed excited about the wool. Sam could feel him bounce up in delight, and for a moment he was terrified until-

Until Dream landed, and the wool ate the noise. Oh.

No wonder he was excited. They could move faster as long as they stayed on this path.

Sam wasn’t sure what insane player built a wool path through sculk, but he sent a silent thanks to them as Dream tugged him along eagerly. Their pace was a steady trot, until Dream paused again.

The man hesitated for only a moment, before giving Sam a quick two taps and releasing him.

What the hell could Dream possibly need to go do? Sam wasn’t sure, but he let go and stayed as still as he could. The man was silent as he slunk away. And for a full minute, Sam stood in the center of a very dangerous place, all alone.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Sam found... he wasn’t scared. Not really. Not like he should be.

He should be scared that Dream wasn’t going to come back. That he would abandon Sam to the merciless Warden (and what a fitting twist that would be).

But if Dream was going to abandon him, he would’ve done it ages ago. He wouldn’t have brought Sam this far, wouldn’t have taken all these risks.

Sam sat tight and waited until finally he heard the faintest noise of a chest being opened. Now, that caused a surge of anxiety in his chest, but after several long seconds, it seemed like the movement had gone unnoticed.

No more than 30 seconds later, Dream was back. He didn’t take Sam’s hand right away, instead pulling and tugging until Sam realized he want to put something in Sam’s backpack. Several objects were passed over so Sam could feel them before Dream tucked them away. One was clearly an apple. A golden apple maybe? Another was a glass bottle, a potion of some kind. Then there was a handful of strange feeling crystals.

Once both objects were tucked into Sam’s pack, Dream pulled Sam down again to whisper.

“Regen, god apple. Might help your eyes. Later. Weird shards, dunno what they are.”

Oh.

Yeah, a god apple wasn’t a cure-all but it was pretty damn close. It could do a hell of a lot of healing, and at least lessen almost any potion effect. Regen could come in handy too.

Sam found himself grinning. Maybe this place wasn’t so bad. The person who made it was still absolutely insane (and almost certainly dead), but at the very least they’d bothered to leave useful supplies behind. That was handy.

Dream’s hand found his again, and they started to creep forward once again. It was going as well as they could’ve hoped for.

Really, Sam should’ve known better.

“There they are! Oi! Guys! Down here!”

Hunters were the stupidest motherfuckers in existence.

Several things happened at once. Dream pulled Sam into a sprint, leading him further towards... something. And behind them there were noises of a group of hunters pouring into the cave before coming to the sudden realization that they really didn’t want to be there. There were several deafening screeches.

And then there the sound of something burrowing. Emerging.

It was close to them.

Dream pulled forward until they reached a point where the wool turned back to stone. Sam could feel a proper breeze, there was a tunnel! there was a way out! He moved towards it, ready to get out, and then-

Behind them way too close. There was a sniffing noise.

Dream froze. Spinning around.

The hunters had gone dead silent, somewhere on the other side of the cave.

Sam wasn’t sure what was happening, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t good.

Could they outrun the Warden? Would it follow them in the tunnel?

Sam could move quickly, but not that quickly. If they got cornered...

Dream suddenly gave two sharp taps to Sam’s wrist. Letting go, and pausing just long enough to whisper.

“The tunnel’s right in front of you. Count to five then go. I’ll catch up.”

With that, Sam barely had time to process the words before Dream was moving. No longer quiet in the least. Sam heard him race forward, feet thumping the ground, and then he heard something get struck by a sword and then

“This way motherfucker!”

Sam scrabbled into the tunnel, almost tripping over his own feet as he tried to get away. There was a furious roar behind him somewhere. He could hear the sound of someone running, of the Warden’s anger, of heavy footsteps and then-

And then there was a scream, something human.

Instantly, Sam realized what Dream had done. What his plan was.

The screaming and shouting of the hunters echoed through the cave, followed by a ear piercing noise that forced Sam to cover his ears. Luckily he was far enough away that it didn’t stagger him for long, but it was still going to feature in his nightmares.

Speaking of nightmares- Sam paused, listening intently to the yelling. There were- there were horrific noises. Flesh being torn, screams, people yelling for help, but-

Well, as horrifying as it was, Sam knew for a fact none of those screams were Dream’s. He knew exactly what Dream’s screams sounded like, and there was nothing.

So where was the man? He must’ve made it.

Right?

Sam bit his lip, not wanting to push on without Dream, but wanting to get as far away from the Warden as he could.

Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long.

“Come on, what are you doing? We gotta go now!”

Dream was as pushy as ever, Sam hadn’t even heard his approach. The man grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled, the two of them full sprinting up the tunnel. The smell of fresh air growing ever stronger.

Giddy with joy and relief, Sam almost missed Dream slowing down.

He noticed just in time to not slam into the man, confused.

Before he could ask, it suddenly hit him that Dream was limping. His gait was all wrong.

Now that Sam was noticing things, he realized Dream’s hand was wet. He’d assumed it was sweat, or dew, or-

No, it felt sticky. There was a lot of it too.

“Dream-”

“Sam I... You need to go east. Dead east from the cave exit. I don’t-”

Sam reacted just quick enough to catch Dream as the man toppled over.

[somehowmags]

the thing about dsmp tma aus is that ranboo is absolutely not the archivist and he is not an avatar of the eye. ERET is the archivist and an avatar of the eye.

[fra-aria]

Drawing practice with our local creeper dude

(Kinda old) sketch of his design under the cut!