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can we stop calling it a villain arc when characters go off the rails?

there isn't anything offensive about it and it is only my opinion but i feel like saying villain kind of downplays it a little?

i feel like a corruption arc fits a bit better.

c dream, c sam, c quackity all went through corruption arcs.

maybe i'm just being lame but everytime i hear someone say they want c tommy to go through a villain arc it feels wrong because, at c tommy's core he's a good person, he tries really hard to be one the right side of history.

but saying he goes through a corruption arc fits so much more to me.

csam wants to keep cdream in one of those taxidermy bug display cases

You know, I think that with all this talk of whose to blame between c!Tommy and c!Sam that we take the time think about why we get no perspective for c!Dream. I just find it interesting that at the end of the day the one who killed Ghostbur was still c!Dream, he made that conscious decision. However since we never get to see his perspective and c!Dream’s been in the prison for so long, we’ve taken for granted at this point that c!Dream is a narrative device instead of an actual character who makes his own decisions.

And yeah, all parties deserve a little blame, c!Tommy for bringing Ghostbur to begin with, and c!Sam for adhering so strongly to a faulty system. But at the end of the day, the death message will always read out as:

“Wilbur Soot was slain by Dream”

You guys have got this situation so extremely, painfully twisted

If we're talking Charlies death v Ranboo's death, HOWW is Sam the one where you're excusing it bc hes a girlboss and PURPLED where we draw the line

Is it crack? Is that What you smoke? Crack?

Purpled is girlbossing and getting revenge for his ufo which presumably has some hidden lore and was also a really pretty build!! Good for him!!! (He was also operating under the assumption that Charlie had 3 canon lives AND that Quackity had the revival book in his possession)

Sam murdered Ranboo for what?? Dream said he didn't give a shit and he meant it! Sam kidnapped the most important baby on the server! He's gaslighting and not in a cool way!! Maybe he didn't know that Ranboo was on his last life, but wE STILL DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT RANBOO WAS IN PRISON FOR?

That + Connor being in the prison it's really giving Power trip arc-

If we want bedrockbros back, we need another war. And I think we're about to get one

let me explain-

Okay so I've had this idea for a bit now, which is that we are fundamentally misunderstanding the lore. We keep wishing for and expecting these conversations, you know? Even with fireworks duo, we were all waiting for Techno to go to tubbo with the purpose of apologizing. But that's not how the lore works. The dream smp seems to be focused on having an action-based story, with conversation as a vessel to get to those actions. So when Techno and Tubbo made up, it was because of a common goal.

Now, I said in the title that I think we're about to get a war. That,,, might be a stretch, but we are looking at a major conflict on the horizon. Why? Well, because of Sam and because of the prison.

When Dream went into the box, nobody was particularly upset about it. People weren't too worried about Techno in there, either. The problem is that Tommy, Ranboo, and even randos like Connor were ALSO locked up. And now -even if we know he's been doing bad stuff- Sam is in the prison.

With Tommy and Ranboo, they're pretty sweet and mournable. Not enough to spark huge conflict with people who weren't close with them. Nobody is canonically worried about Connor, but I think Sam will get people antsy. Because Sam built the prison. Sam contained Dream for months. Sam represents order on the server, even when he doesn't personally uphold it. So a lot of people are going to want Sam out of the box.

BUTTTT

Sam is also dangerous. A lot of people have seen that firsthand. They've also seen that sam has sort of gone off the deep-end.

So I think if there ends up being a server-wide conflict about all this, we're looking at two sides. The side that wants sam in prison and the side that wants Sam roaming free. I think it might split this

Sam stays: Niki, Techno, Phil, Tubbo, Eret, Wilbur, Ponk, Dream

Sam's freed: Hannah, Sapnap, Eryn (Obviously following the lead of Sap and other such ppl) Quackity, Foolish, Fundy

Conflict of Interest: Punz, Karl, Puffy, Tommy

Wild Card: Boomer, Jack, Purpled

And we can (finally) arrive at my long-winded point.

This is how Bedrock Bros can still win /hj

Basically, I think Tommy will, at some point, run out of safe spaces during the conflict and have to go get help from the antarctic commune, where he's already protected by Phil (and i think tubbo's gonna be at the commune more often but shh) wherein Techno and Tommy will both awkwardly say sorry, likely on the way to fight someone else, because the cc insist on ONLY GIVING APOLOGIES WHILE THEY'RE ON THEIR WAY TO A FIGHT-

thanks for coming to my lore ted talk-

…c!Techno has only one life, instead of the assumed 3.

He came from a “time where everyone only had one life” and it is confirmed that Technoblade does NOT know how old he is! In the part where Quackity was making small talk, he asked the pig how old he is, he didn’t know. This proves that he is AS old as Phil, his “old friend”

As we know, Will made it that Phil only has one life because of Phil’s hardcore series. (Which he called “playing with his trains” back when he lived in L’Manburg) Phil is canonically a couple centuries old at least and mentioned that if Tales of the Dream SMP was not in majorly American time, he would make his character a cameo. (Most likely in the past set ones as Phil informed us of his ghost skin-)

And another piece of evidence is his name. Not “Techno,” his Syndicate name; Protesilaus. A great warrior who was the first to die. “First to die” wouldn’t really matter if he had three lives. Technically Ranboo was the first to die- Sorry

And I further hope that my earlier theory about Ranboo killing Technoblade is false. It truly seems that way, as killing does not fit Ranboo’s character at all. (Real Ranboo maybe.) And Techno is obviously going to try to get Dream to revive Ranboo, which is confirmed in multiple streams after the death stream.

Uhhhhh

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He has also made enemies with two of the arguably best Minecraft player. (C!Awsamdude is so screwed 🤦)

"The purpose of the prison isn't to kill the inmate's it's to keep them locked up"

"Just because someone is in prison doesn't mean they don't deserve stuff" (paraphrased, sorry)

Looks like c!Sam might not be too far gone

Well fuck me I guess

"maybe it'll be me"

"maybe I will tell Quackity"

"The purpose of the prison isn't to kill the inmate's it's to keep them locked up"

"Just because someone is in prison doesn't mean they don't deserve stuff" (paraphrased, sorry)

Looks like c!Sam might not be too far gone

Ranboo (mimicking Sam): "I know what you've done*

Ranboo (mimicking Sam): "I have your kid"

Sam, hanny

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FIX YOUR DAMN ISSUES YOU LITTLE BI-

c!Sam threatened the life of a four year old child and then killed said child’s father after he completely surrendered and took off all his armor as a sign of compliance!

!Please read entire post as I'm talking about C!Sam and I don't want there to be any misconceptions about how I feel about him!

For once, throughout all the events on this server, I agree with Dream to some degree.

I will say early C!Sam was good and well-meaning but in a way he has fallen from grace and is acting irrationally.

"It was about sending a message" (talking about how he ripped off Ponk's arm)

I don't think early C!Sam would have done or said that. I won't rip into c!Sam completely, but even with everything he's not entirely evil however, but with the way his character has acted recently, he kinda had it coming.

(to c!Sam fans this is just my opinion I won't constant rip into c!Sam and I'm not saying he's evil)

Warden

Chapter 1

Dream reference

So like, Warden hybrid Dream stuff. We need more of it, both here and on ao3, and after finding out that the concept existed a couple months back, I went on a search to read any and all fics about it. There were only like 23 : (

Very sad, yes, but I had a splurge of inspiration and began to write this! So, those of you who enjoy warden!Dream, come get y'all Juice!

Also, this is gonna have multiple chapters n'stuff.

Ah! I forgot! Thank you to @da3dm for proofreading!!

(Btw, qué la chingada means what the fuck)

Chapter Two (Pending)

Word Count: 2,084

Warnings: Description of transformation, Violence, Blood, Mentions of torture, Mention of injury, ect.

His mask broke with a bone-chilling crack, and with it shattered his last secret, his last hope of surviving. The enchantments laced into the cool white porcelain that kept it firmly stuck to his face fractured, revealing, pale, milky green eyes, his scarred, fear-scrunched nose, his bared lips that barely covered long, sharp teeth, and most terrifying of all, the enchantment that suppressed all of his hybrid features vanished.

Cold terror washed through Dream when he felt the masking enchantments fade, felt the scraping, creaking sensations as his antlers regrew, as his ears sprung out, as all of his hybrid features materialized back onto his body.

His chest cracked and fissured as it split, followed by a repeated crunching when his ribs broke and poked out in a spiky cage protecting his organs. Dream's booming-drum heartbeat filled the tiny space of the cell, pounding through every other little scuff and scrape of fabric against obsidian and echoing firmly in his newly-sensitive eardrums.

His long, thin, tufted tail tore through his suddenly too-short pants and slithered out behind him, immediately curling fearfully around his lengthening, thickening legs. His arms stretched longer, sticking out from the already torn sleeves of his prison uniform, while his hands grew bigger and gained vicious-looking claws on the end of each of his fingers. The seams of his shirt strained, and a few even popped, when his shoulders broadened and his torso thickened, stretching the thick fabric to the max.

He even grew a full two feet taller, now towering an entire head over Quackity, even as he was on his knees.

"Oh, Christ!" Quackity recoiled, yanking his arms away from Dream's shifting body. Horror and disgust was smeared all over his face, and his shark-like teeth were bared defensively.

"¡¿Qué la chingada?!” The avian stepped back a few paces, eyes wide as he stared at Dream’s true form. He sputtered, obvious shock coloring his tone. “What the–wha–Are you a fucking warden?”

The avian's eyes danced sickeningly over Dream's body, obviously not needing an answer from the prisoner.

A slick smile slowly spread across his torturer’s face, like hot lava spreading over the ground, as obvious thoughts and ideas started to pool in his head. Quackity stepped closer, fingers twitching as he stared at the trembling figure of his victim. His gaze suddenly latched onto Dream's dull eyes, and a frown creased his brow.

"Wait," Quackity yanked the hybrid's head down with a hand on his chin, peering sharply at Dream's face. Dream forced his eyes to go vacant, hoping, no, praying, that Quackity hadn't seen him actually seeing.

"Are you actually blind?" The avian questioned incredulously. He jerked Dream's head closer, inspecting the cloudy orbs in Dream's eye sockets. "Like, actually, like a full warden?"

Dream managed a choked whine, panic and gut-wrenching fear twisting his throat until it felt like he was being strangled. 

"Answer me when I speak to you, Dream." His torture's tone turned his blood to ice, and he had to stop himself from shuddering.

"Y-y-ye-es," he finally managed to stutter out. Terror was clogging his throat, clogging his airways, and he could barely breathe. Dream was vaguely certain that he was going to pass out.

"Yes, what, Dream?" Quackity curled a hand around one of Dream's thick antlers and yanked, painfully wrenching Dream's head at an awkward angle. 

Dream yelped, stuttering out a weak "y-yes, Sir," and God, he hated it, hated being so easy to bend, hated being so submissive, but it had been beaten into him, and he didn’t think he’d ever get the opportunity to even try to recover from breaking and try being himself ever again.

Of course, Dream wasn't actually blind, like his fully blooded cousins. His eyes were just naturally dull and cloudy.

But…he'd been threatened with being blinded before, before he got the hiding enchantments on his mask, because he was half-warden and his tormentors thought it would be funny. Ironic. He'd gotten out of that situation unscathed, but…here, with Quackity? There was no getting out, here. Quackity could blind Dream, if he wanted. There was no one to stop him. Hell, now he might just gouge Dream's eyes out, just because he thought Dream was blind and didn't need them. Dream hoped and prayed that it wouldn't come to that. Hoped Quackity wouldn't think of that.

"How the hell have you been doing all the shit you've done, then? If you’re fucking blind?" His torturer hissed suspiciously, using the hold he had on Dream’s antler to tug him closer. Dream suppressed a whimper, and, shockingly, an irritated growl. Where the hell had that come from?

"E-echolocation. Hearing. Sm-smell." Dream blurted out the first possibilities that came to his mind, desperate to sell his newest bid for just a tiny, tiny chance of hope that Quackity would believe him.

"You've been smelling us?!" Quackity exclaimed incredulously. His grip slid from the antler, releasing Dream from the painfully awkward angle. "That's fucking creepy!" He took the bait, blindly believing Dream's lie. 

The avian's nose wrinkled, but he moved on all the same, eyes roving over Dream's antlers and ears, then moving down to his chest, where a soft teal glow was filtering through the overly stretched material of his shirt. The avian's hand moved to pluck at one of the wooden buttons, all of which were straining to keep both sides of the fabric together. Dream flinched.

Quackity dragged his fingers down the front of his bright orange shirt and tugged at it. Dream's heart sped up, the harsh sound echoing heavily around the small space of the obsidian cell. Quackity heard his pounding heart and almost seemed to brighten, a horrible shine lighting up his single working eye.

With a horrible tearing sound, the front of Dream’s shirt was ripped open, taking away the last of the hybrid’s weak protection against his torturer. Panic overtook Dream, and he scrambled back, as far as he could until his spine was pressed against the wall, but it was no use. Quackity followed determinedly after him, a wicked, overeager smile curling over his scarred lips as his eyes danced over Dream’s exposed chest.

The avian ran his fingers down his exposed ribs, fingernails scraping sickeningly against the bare bones as he seemed to admire Dream’s unprotected insides. Dream could see the cold glint of greed in Quackity’s eyes, and it truly scared him. 

Wardens were hard to kill, and that made their drops valuable. It made their antlers, their claws, their hearts, even their teeth, any little bits of their body that people could get their hands on, incredibly sought after. That meant–that probably meant that Dream, in Quackity’s eyes, was now nothing more than possible revenue. So, damn right Dream was scared. He had just been reduced from 'plaything' to 'merchandise.'

A cold finger prodded at one of his lungs, eliciting a sharp, choked yelp out of Dream from the almost jolting sensation against his delicate flesh. Another sharp jolt, more poking fingers, and then Quackity sucked in an awed gasp.

“Holy shit,” Quackity murmured, hooking a finger around one of Dream’s ribs and tugging at it. Dream leaned forward obediently despite his terror, silently cursing himself for the mindless action. His torturer’s next words almost had him suffocating, the weight of his own fear almost too much for him to even breathe. “Is that–That’s your heart,” Quackity breathed, as if Dream didn’t know his own body. "Like, actually your heart." The glow of his pulsing heart bathed his torture's face in a sickening teal light. The color was usually beautiful, comforting even, to Dream, but now it was twisted horribly, pulling ugly shadows on Quackity's scarred, eager face and clashing horribly with the light the wall of lava caging them in provided. 

Dream whimpered, flattening his ears and turning his head away as Quackity's hand inched nearer and nearer to his most important organ, the thing that fucking kept him alive. His heartbeat, already unhealthily fast, sped up to the point of pain. The booming, staccato thud seemed to drown out every other sound in the cell, and it was the only thing that Dream could hear. 

When Quackity’s fingers finally brushed against the frantically throbbing muscle, something in Dream reared its head up from some recently-buried part of his mind. Something dark, feral, and Wild. 

A heavy, twisted growl poured out of his throat, and suddenly, he was gripping his torturer’s wrist with a fist of thick, heavily armored claws so harshly that Dream could hear the man’s bones crack.

Quackity shrieked, both in pain and indignation, and then there was a netherite sword being swung at Dream’s skull. Dream tilted his head and let the deadly blade sink into his antler with a sharp tunk! His furious growl built up louder, and he used Quackity’s arm to brace himself as he pushed himself to his feet. There was an audible snap of bones, and Quackity’s screamed curse rivaled the volume of Dream's own feral vocalizations. Dream stretched up to his full height and was forced to hunch, suddenly too tall for the small cell when his antlers and shoulders scraped against the ceiling. The netherite sword was torn from Quackity’s grasp when he stood, too firmly lodged in Dream’s antler for it to be easily ripped free.

Quackity, meanwhile, was screaming into the ceiling for Sam to “Get him the fuck out of here!” and had pulled out a shield with his uninjured left hand.

Dream’s grasp on Quackity’s arm slipped off when the warden hybrid reached up to tear the sword from his antler, and it was thrown to the side with a metallic clatter. His torturer was backing away with the shield raised, eyes widened comically as they followed the path of his sword.

Suddenly, Dream pounced, diving towards the avian like a large, enraged bear. His clawed hands crashed through the avian’s shield, the brute power driving the blow crushing the rectangle of wood like a mallet to a block of butter and continuing to cleave a nasty series of deep gashes across the man’s side and stomach. Quackity had managed to turn, just in time, to avoid the potentially fatal blow, but was not fast enough to dodge it completely.

The thick scent of blood filled the cell, mixing in with the burning stench of molten rock and the lingering, heady smell of healing potions from the past sessions the avian had held with Dream. Quackity cursed again and stumbled away, shaking off the splintered remains of his shield and backing up to the bright, blinding orange of the lava wall.

“Go to the corner!” Sam shouted through the intercom, confusion audible in his voice. “What the hell’s going on in there?” Quackity didn’t deign to answer, seeing as their huge, furious, half-warden prisoner was currently attempting to eviscerate him.

Dream was too lost in his panic-driven instincts to rely much on thought and logic, so when he lunged towards Quackity with a bloodcurdling roar and outstretched hands, he didn’t think much of it when the avian dove underneath him and scrambled to the shallow pool of water in the back corner of the cell.

Dream’s hands dipped into the lava, to no effect other than a warm, almost burning heat surrounding his fingers, but he paid it no mind. He spun around, splatters of burning lava flying from his hands, and latched his focus back onto Quackity. The man was pressed into the corner, standing in the shallow pool of water meant for respawning in. 

The avian's thin chest heaved, and his unbroken hand was clutching at the wall behind him. He had nothing to defend himself with, a fact that made something inside Dream coil with pleasure.

His torturer had nowhere to go.

Dream lunged, and Quackity disappeared in a rain of potions and shattering glass. Dream smashed against the wall with an earth-shaking screech, deadly claws raking chips in the rough obsidian blocks. His assailant, his prey, had escaped. A displeased snarl had him baring long, razor sharp fangs, and his tail thrashed angrily behind him.

His inexplicable fury died out suddenly, leaving Dream feeling weak and strangely empty. He slid down to the ground, body shaking, and curled over his legs with a whimper.

What had just happened? What had he just done? Oh God, Quackity was going to kill him for real now.

Dream wanted to throw up.

He was so fucked.