#c!quackity neg

[negativepeanuthoarder]

petition to add Loyal to the DSMP to fix things up and also maybe kill cQuackity

#c!Quackity neg

[prisonpodcast]

I don't like c!quackity bc fuck rich people in power that participating in prison torture for more power and satisfaction and I don't care if it happend bc of his sad backstory

THIS IS SO REAL FUCK HIM FOR ALL OF THAT he basically admitted to deriving pleasure from torturing c!dream and all he ever did was be a power hungry freak who likes hurting people like why am I supposed to care if c!Karl and c!Sapnap didn’t tell him about kinoko kingdom or whatever like I would ditch his loser ass too 😤😤

#i don’t remember if they didn’t tell him intentionally or if it was an accident tho #I don’t even remember any of the kinoko kingdom stuff from his lore streams lol sorry my memory is rusty #asks #c!quackity neg

[arsonistfriday]

c!Dream not being able to wear gloves anymore because it reminds him of the shackles from the prison

c!Dream not being able to stand being inside of a house for too long without needing to open a window or go outside because it reminds him of the cell

c!Dream having to completely ditch his outfit, even his mask, to get a new one because it reminds him too much of being stuck in that cell and being dehumanized by c!Quackity

c!Dream constantly going mining and trying to upgrade his gear because he doesn’t want to feel powerless again

c!Dream hiding as many of his scars as he can with make-up because it reminds him too much of the prison

just... c!Dream with trauma responses

#my posts #Dream SMP #DSMP #c!Dream #Dream SMP Headcanons #DSMP Headcanons #c!Dream Headcanons #c!Dream sympathetic #c!Quackity neg #TW implied torture #TW dehumanization

[ladyddanger]

As the biggest c!Quackity apologist ever (a title I have given myself) I need people to understand his torture of c!Dream is not a girl boss moment . It’s the end of months long mental breakdown. It’s what happens when you don’t get the help you need. It’s turning into a monster as a last ditch effort to save yourself. Not a hahah slay moment.

#c!quackity #c!quackity neg #i never thought I would post that #c!dream

[w0rped-moss]

I'm going to be honest c!tnt duo never matched what c!Wilbur had with c!dream I can't put my finger on it but something about c!dreambur hit different too bad post revival c!Wilbur was got kind of boring I mean he was still a terrible person but it wasn't the same as it was in the pogtopia arc

it’s because at that point c!q was an imitation of c!dream. also tntduo was boring. like wilbur just got obsessed with c!q for no reason and forgot all about his supposed hero. like idk maybe it’s just me but I personally would’ve been much more deranged about c!Dream than some twisted capitalist version of him without any of the redeeming qualities of actually caring about people if c!Dream got me out of hell

#sorry im super toxic today #c!quackity neg

[famousmusicearthquake]

as a c!dream kinnie I think I deserve to see him beat the shit out of c!quackity, as a treat :D

#better than therapy ngl #c!quackity neg #c!dream #dreblr

[elmhat]

I'm conflicted about the whole Las Nevadas stream format.

To be clear, I absolutely adore the series. I think Quackity put a lot of thought and care into the story he was telling and how he was going to tell it. For me, the fast-paced editing—which ramps up with every stream—actually enhances the image that c!Quackity is trying to portray: a classy, professional production for a classy, professional character. It only has a short amount of runtime to fill, so it's selective with what it shows the audience, just as c!Quackity is selective with the sides of himself he shows the other characters. And that selectiveness helps to streamline the story into structured and impactful narrative beats.

Yet that same editing style also comes with some real weaknesses that other lore streams don't suffer from, and I think it comes down to oversimplification. The simple fact is that c!Quackity has too many parallel storylines to resolve (and even begin, in some cases) in just five streams. Now, MY understanding of why he introduced the c!Slimecicle storyline, especially so late, is that it was supposed to act as a kind of metaphor for c!Quackity's overall "villain arc". It's essentially c!Quackity's way of talking to his past self and telling him not to make the same "mistakes", or "weaknesses", that he did, to which his past self then proceeds to shove him off a building. Metaphorically. I think Quackity's aim was for the prison arc to symbolize his character's descent, and then for c!Slimecicle to symbolize his redemption, to facilitate his "look at what you've become" moment.

In theory, I think this is great—perfect, even. But unfortunately, you just can't tie up that many stories with another unrelated (in any way besides thematic) story. The c!Slimecicle plot begins to overshadow the narrative. You can't abandon the prison arc. You can't abandon Kinoko, or the burger van, or the other Las Nevadas members. You can't abandon the Egg—although that one was wrapped up better than most. All of these storylines were set up as important, and a failure to give them the screen time you set up is going to lead to failure overall. (And I know a lot of this stuff was out of the content creators' hands, everyone was busy, but still.)

Portraying Las Nevadas as a well-produced, easily-digestible, self-contained storyline is great for the way it represents Quackity's character, but it's not great for exploring the complexities of of the character that it sets up.

#c!quackity #las nevadas neg #just in case #I really don't mean this in a neg way though—those streams are my children #lore thoughts

[blankweiss-sb]

Gift "Drabble"

For @hiding-in-the-vault

TW: Prison Arc + Post Prison, references to torture and eye removal

Summary: Eventually, Dream found a cave and hunkered down. He didn’t dare making a fire pit, didn’t know whether he could, but it would surely reveal his position. Instead he curled up in the warmest, most wind-safe spot he could find – and slept.

Or

Dream doesn't escape unscathed – mentally or physically.

The red stone pistons fired, the deep grumble distinctive from the ever present hissing of the lava. Dream didn’t dare lift his head or move his cheeks from the grimy, sticky floor of his cell.

Rule number whatever: Either be on your knees head bowed, or you better not have moved from the position Sir left you in.

Was Dream slightly bitter that even thinking Sir immediately called up an image of Quackity and tides of fear and anger? Yes. Would he show that bitterness? No. (Maybe Quackity would think he’d finally broken Dream but he hadn’t. Dream wasn’t quite broken yet, just brittle and fractured. If – when he got out, he’d just pour gold into all those cracks.)

Faintly, Dream heard it – the rustle of small feathers that could be crushed so very easily, the tapping of fingers against the wooden handle of a tool or weapon and a slight hum, the hum of a song Sap had loved. The lava curtains gurgled – please, red stone, fail, a moment of weakness gave itself a voice – before it fizzled out.

Sir bounced into the cell.

“Hullo, Dreamie, how are you? Comfy?”

Dream knew better than to answer. Quackity didn’t care, he just loved the sound of his voice too much. If Dream was lucky, Quackity would gloat, maybe kick Dream a couple of times and leave. That, Dream could endure, he could endure anything, anything but –

Fingertips stroked along the curve of Dream’s face, the one not pressed against crying obsidian and sticky maroon, and it was only the terrors of existence that prevented Dream from flinching. But nothing could have prevented Dream’s throat from releasing a whine when Quackity gently carded through Dream’s hair, almost petting him like a beloved dog.

“Awww, you’re doing good but being greedy, I see.”

Fuck you. Fuck you, Quackity, Dream thought as his head leaned into the comforting touch Sir was offering. It was his body seeking comfort, not Dream. It was his body being pathetic, wanting his torturer to be gentle. It was his body. Not Dream.

“You can be cute. But that’s not why I’m here, not today, puppy!” Don’t call me that. “I’m giving you a gift, look –“

Quackity burst out in little giggles, giggles Sapnap used to gush about. Sapnap had called them more adorable than a baby piglin. Dream had teased him about that, by that time already missing George pressed against his side and joining in on the fun. Teasing his brother had always been one of Dream’s favorite things and George loved to needle Sapnap, too.

A sharp of burst ripped through Dream’s skull as Quackity’s hand grabbed his hair tightly and pulled Dream up until Dream’s scalp was burning. “Listen to me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Two, three seconds more and Quackity let Dream’s head fall, huffing.

“And here I was about to clean you up, wash you, but no. You had to be bad. A bad puppy.” Dream flinched and Quackity’s laugh was more than delighted, echoing between obsidian walls. “Anyway, here you go, you’re going to need this.”

Something cold settled on Dream’s face and – comfort washed over Dream as he realized it was the cold porcelain of a mask, a mask Dream knew quite well. Greedily he sucked in some air and through the stale scent of copper coils and bracken water and burnt out embers, he caught a whiff of earthy flowers.

(“Earthy flowers? Are you serious?” Dream had laughed, pressing his shoulders against Sapnap’s. George had already been snoring, his legs hanging over Sapnap’s lap and his head nuzzling Dream’s stomach.

“Man, you asked me how you were smelling. Earthy flowers. Deal with it, it’s sort of disgusting.” But the tips of Sapnap’s ears had been a brilliant red.

“Someone’s lying~ But that’s ok. I like your hearth embers and George’s bark and petrichor, too.”

“Pe – tri – chor,” Sapnap had mocked. Yet he had relaxed into Dream and – they had slept, together and bonds untorn.)

It was Dream’s mask, not a replica, but his own.

Despite this meaning nothing good, Dream sank into old comfort. The safe feeling was soured by Quackity once again running his hands through Dream’s hair. “Things are going to get exciting,” he crowed, no, that’d be an insult to the death goddess and her harbringers, Quackity quacked. “Better to keep a few things mysterious, right? I’ll be generous and let you rest up.”

Dream didn’t know what Quackity meant until the next day when the pistons fired up and someone swaggered over the bridge. The bars slammed down, Techno grunted as he sprung the trap and it clicked in Dream’s mind.

Time passed.

Sir didn’t enter the prison.

How Techno didn’t realize one tiny but largely important fact was beyond Dream but he couldn’t help being grateful.

How Dream managed to escape with Technoblade was also beyond him.

(Sir had managed to shatter Dream – after Technoblade vanished. Sir had not only dug into all the cracks he’d made but also ensured that not even respawning would ever give back Dream’s sight. There had been a slight, incredibly miniscule chance that Dream could have regained his eye sight but… hard to do that without the vital part of eye sight.

Sir had left Dream cold and raw and – there had been moments.

Dream had even hallucinated at one point, must have imagined trembling hands cleaning him up, a lullaby he hadn’t heard since he was ten being sobbed against his ears and a determined vow being seared against his temple. The voice had sounded like Bad, but Bad hated him, guarded him even, offered suggestions like Dream’s loathing of being alone in the dark to Sir. )

“I refuse. You have done more than enough, he can look after himself now.” The coldness in Philza’s screech was more than biting, was cutting when Technoblade didn’t refute his statement.

Once again Dream’s weakness took over and he wasted a minute on hope, begged Technoblade without the right words or gestures but surely, surely Technoblade picked up on it – “See ya later, nerd, stay safe.”

I’m not seeing anything, settled heavy on Dream’s tongue but – Philza was there, feathers scraping against wooden planks. He must be flaring his wings before refolding them. Rinse and repeat.

It wasn’t pride stopping Dream from saying those words. It was Caution. Philza already was irritated with Dream – Dream, objectively, had harmed the man’s family greatly and in various ways. And in an altercation, there was no world in which Technoblade wouldn’t side with Philza.

So Dream bowed, once, the proper Admin way, and darted off into the forest, barely hearing a sudden intake of breath behind him, probably Philza’s. Technoblade wasn’t an Admin, he wouldn’t have known what Dream’s bow had meant.

They didn’t chase after him, anyways.

That first night Dream almost died five times.

The server refused to reconnect to him – a weak Admin was something no World wanted, vulnerability was undesired – and so Dream had to trust his ears and nose, rather than an innate sense of the World.

Twice the rattling of Skeleton bones was barely enough to get ready for the screeching of arrows flying through the air and aiming directly at Dream’s heart. Muscle memory was, thankfully, enough for Dream to land crits against the Skeletons, even though his own frame didn’t differ much from the Skeletons.

Once a zombie almost ripped into Dream’s leg and would have infected him. Dream was already on the ground, having tripped over a root and landing on a patch of ice that sent him careening through the snow. He’d been contemplating just curling up and sleeping when the zombie fell over him. A kick and crit had taken care of the zombie.

Twice, the environment itself, the World – hadn’t that smarted – had turned against him, giving him no warnings as ravines opened up in front of him. Only hearing the echo of stones crumbling and falling, falling, falling before the unbreakable hit the bottom and shattered into a thousand pieces not even gold could glue back together had warned him.

Eventually, Dream found a cave and hunkered down. He didn’t dare making a fire pit, didn’t know whether he could, but it would surely reveal his position. Instead he curled up in the warmest, most wind-safe spot he could find – and slept.

That first night ended and his first day in freedom dawned – judging from the birdsong sneaking through the tree leaves and into Dream’s cave.

Dream didn’t have the energy to stand up.

More hallucinations haunted his sleep – if it was sleep. His body felt too heavy, his thoughts too hazy for him to be sleeping but – at one point, the hallucination of Bad took root in his mind. Dream heard Bad coo, felt Bad heave him into a bed that Dream certainly hadn’t made, cried while Bad tucked him and drew covers tight around him.

“Sleep tight, good dreams will arrive, cupcake,” the hallucination’s voice quivered as rough, scarred fingers slipped underneath Dream’s mask and tugged it off. The hallucination wanted to card through Dream’s hair and it did, detangling the knots, casting Dream’s drifty mind back to the days of happiness and – “Shh, Clay. I’ll protect you, don’t worry.”

Dream wailed, his throat giving out on him. All the while, the hallucination kept touching him, gently, like Bad loved him, like Bad was here, like Bad cared.

(Love and care were two different shoes. Surely, Sapnap and George still loved Dream but they had shown that they didn’t care for him.)

(Dream was forgetting something. Or someone. Heat was lancing through his brain, pain a deliberating force on everything that was him. How his mind still had enough force to call upon a hallucination with the ability to mimic the sensation of touch he didn’t know. But there was someone else, an agenda, Dream was forgetting.)

(Clay hated getting sick, not only because he couldn’t play with Pandas but because he couldn’t help demanding attention. To be fair, Bad would always give it to him.

“I’m dying,” Clay sobbed, writhing against the covers Bad had forced him under. “It’s too hot, it hurts, I am dying!”

“Shh, you silly, silly cupcake.” Bad chuckled, gently stroking over Clay’s head. Those fingers were so good, they spanned half his head and… Bad was starting to mindlessly but gently tug at all of Clay’s knots, tutting whenever another appeared in the long locks of Clay’s hair. “You’ll be ok, I’m here.”

Whenever Bad acted like this, Clay could pretend that Bad wasn’t only Pandas’ Dad but also his own, and fierce, fierce love wrecked Clay’s body together with the many illnesses he suffered.

One day, one day Clay would create a server for them, for Bad and Pandas and himself and anyone else he loved. He knew he was strong enough, as were his convictions and dreams.)

Energy trickled back into Dream, day by day. The hallucination stayed, far longer than Dream expected it to, offering comfort and safety and the weakness was too strong. Dream, shamefully, gave in.

Until one day the rustle of wings, the wind whistling through feathers just outside his and his hallucination’s cave broke the spell.

“Mate?”

Not Sir, not Sir at all but –

“Get out.” His hallucination growled and the air pulsed with heat and old power – and there was no way that Dream’s stitched together mind could have replicate Bad’s aura when he was pissed and protecting someone. (Someone, not something, an important distinction.)

“Bad Boy Halo, I –“

“Leave before I make you leave. You offered no help, worse, you rejected sanctuary.”

“I didn’t know.”

Bad snorted and responded. Philza said words as well but – Dream had already lost the thread, his mind fuzzy with realizations and too full, too broken to comprehend anything. Until –

“Had I known he was blind and a baby Admin, he wouldn’t have left my house!” Feathers hit the stone walls. Or did feathers scrape along obsidian, crying in sync with the dripping walls? Sir was back, wasn’t he –

Scarred hands cradled Dream’s cheeks and a pair of leathery wings sneaked around and under Dream’s frame. The hands didn’t move. They just held his face and provided an anchor for his mind.

“Bad…” How to say the things he had to say, how to ask questions, how –

Dream’s head is pressed to a dark throat and his breath hitched. Too often Dream had been in this position whenever the world got too big, or he got too big for the world and it bared its fangs at him. Being settled against the thrum of Bad’s heart hadn’t rightened all the wrongs in the world but it had always – always – made them manageable.

“I’m here, Dream. Don’t you worry.”

Dream believed him and let himself fall into trust.

One more time.

#c!dream #c!badboyhalo #c!quackity #c!philza #c!techno #gift #angst #hurt/minimal comfort? #warning author likes c!Dream and cc!Dream so please don't come in with neg #also warning: author's been tipsy or drunk while writing this in one go #divider was made by riftdancing

[barzfrommarz]

anyone else here been a hater ever since qsmp/quackity fans committed real life crimes over minecraft servers and it went unaddressed by the person they were all doing it for

#qsmp neg #i could go on #there is so much other shit that fuck ass server and its members have done but this is the worst imo #fuck you alex quackity #c!quackity did it better #I refuse to belive he never knew what his fans were doing i’m sorry #and DONT BE LIKE oh it’s bc it’s dream and his stan’s bitch you are committing real life crimes over chronically online stan wars be so #fucking for real you imbecile

[lasnevadaslaborunion]

Something about how c!Schlatt didn't want a partner, he wanted a pretty little pet. Something about how c!Quackity's own wit and ambition were always a threat. Something about how c!Q suffered when he spoke up in support, and suffered when he spoke out for what he really thought, and c!Schlatt kept his cabinet and his fiancé silent through fear that someday, they wouldn't be able to speak at all. Something about how c!Quackity has never stopped using his voice since, never stopped fighting even when he took too many blows, and yet he still went quiet and compliant when c!Schlatt's ghost called him by a cruel name.

#fuck fuck fuck i get the shivers every time i think about it #dsmp #tw abuse #c!quackity #c!schlatt neg

[negativepeanuthoarder]

Fic snippet

⚠️ALL OF THIS IS C! DREAMSMP⚠️

#c!Quackity Neg

[prisonpodcast]

Idk why but I could never feel sorry for c!Quackity and I think that’s kind of funny considering I’m pretty sympathetic to c!Dream. Look maybe I do judge characters a little based on how they treat c!Techno but it’s fine okay. If the c!Tommy stans can do that with their guy I can do it with mine 😤😤 /j

#look cdreamie is my cdreamie okay he’s done lots and lots of bad but that’s okay bc I still love him regardless #however cquackity should explode that freak tried to murder ctechno like three times (and failed lol) and lied to him on his birthday #fuck him #this is why I don’t post my lore takes LMAO #c!quackity neg #.___.

[x-i-l-verify]

c!Clingy, after stalking a sick, injured torture victim for weeks, breaking into his house, hunting him down like an animal as he desperately tried to defend himself/flee, and murdering him in cold blood in the very room where he was abused, starved, and tortured for nearly an entire year:

#dreblr #dsmp lore spoilers #c!tubbo neg #c!tommy neg #XI Yammers #fam i'm livid #i can't get over this #i'm so fucking mad #your heroes and protagonists fandom! aren't you so proud :))) #of course Tommy's trauma matters more than Dream's trauma Dream's problems Dream's LIFE because of COURSE it does it always has from day 1 #Tommy's wants and needs and desires ALWAYS come first #fuck Dream he deserves all the shit Tommy's given him since his first day on the server and more because he's the ~villain~ #nah fam fuck that noise #Even Dream never wanted Tommy dead! #Exile was bad yadda yadda but the end goal was NEVER Tommy's death! Dream never wanted Tubbo dead either! #I don't think Dream has actively WANTED anyone dead except for Sam and Quackity and even then not permanently #(maybe Quackity but eh that's debatable) #But naur Tommy feels bad Tommy's paranoid Tommy's angry Tommy wants even MORE revenge so Dream's gotta die #murdering him twice already wasn't enough Dream getting tortured for months wasn't enough #he's not allowed to keep his last life because his very existence just makes poor lil Tommy feel too bad :((( #god I hope c!Clingy gets the asskicking of a lifetime once Punz brings Dream back I'm looking FORWARD to it

[ladyddanger]

I would take criticisms of c!Tommy a lot more seriously if a lot of it wasn’t just… victim blaming and ableism. This isn’t to say there’s no valid criticism of c!Tommy there 100% is. But a lot of “popular” criticisms of c!Tommy and the way these criticisms are stated is nasty. Like c!Tommy has so many flaws! But then you get people listing his flaws are like being mean to his abuser and it all falls apart.

#this kind of stuff also makes it harder to criticize c!Tommy genuinely #I see this with another characters like c!Quackity but to a lesser degree #dsmp fandom neg #c!tommy #dsmp

[w0rped-moss]

I too want to see c!Quackity crash and burn. I will be sitting there eating popcorn as he experiences pain and suffering. Cant wait to see it :)

I want him to die miserable and friendless unmarried and forgotten with his fiancés hating him you know? I want everyone to turn on him. I’m a little hater honestly.

#c!quackity neg #i suppose

[dr3amofagame]

How many of the semi ship centric aus are inspired by Petplay dynamics? Slash light hearted

honestly ... none of them? for mine at least. there's some collaring involved bc i think it's funny when c!sam does that but very little in terms of like, treating anyone like an animal here. there's like one (1) au where we see more of that but it's less abt petplay and more "well it's an AU where literally everyone is a hybrid innit"

#battleship #suggestive #my asks !! #dsmpshipping #most of the time when i write c!awesamdream the dehumanization when it happens tends to skew more towards the idea of c!dream as an object #rather than c!dream as a pet. if that makes sense #tho dream might compare himself to a pet negatively like especially in terms of 'you literally treat your dog better' #in terms of sex and stuff there's not that much i think #c!sam might be into it he's you know c!sam but tbh i think he's more likely to find it weird compared to another dynamic #guard dog AU which obviously has more like. petplay-esque dynamics #skews in the direction that it does specifically because c!quackity is using that kind of perception to fuck with c!dream #it's not c!sam's choice even tho he's doing most of the training #and is pulling on elements of dog training as he does it #but yeah