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piscespixiewastaken · 3 months
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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
Technoblade discovers that Dream is living in the prison
~~ @sixteenth-day-event Prompt: Technoblade discovers that Dream is living in the prison
~~ Technoblade didn’t usually think of his rival as an idiot. Usually. But this had to take the cake.
“So uh, why are you here?” he asked, trying to keep the confusion out of his tone. 
He and Dream both stood in the prison’s entry hall, just in front of the portal that lead to the outside world. The stack of TNT in Techno’s inventory was starting to weight a little heavier with the realization that was staring him in the snout.
The green teletubby, who was apparently no longer homeless, scoffed.
“What? You asked if I had a house and then have the nerve to ask what I’m doing here?” Dream countered.
Techno could feel the glare coming from underneath the cracked mask on his rival’s face. Looks couldn’t kill, but he was sure Dream was trying. Too bad Technoblade never dies, especially to such a pathetic attempt.
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loser living in his old prison
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Even chat agreed.
“I’m just saying, but living in the same place you were, you know, tortured for several months is not an ideal coping mechanism, I gotta be honest,” Techno replied.
Dream visibly bristled at the comment. “Well, well then you can leave if-if you dislike it that much!” His voice cracked at the end. It would have been funny under other circumstances.
“Look, if you’re that desperate for a home, I can see about sneaking you into my cabin. You can hide from Phil and everyone else. But this place can’t be good for you.” Techno gestured to the stone walls around them.
Dream was definitely glaring at him. Techno was surprised the mask hadn’t disintegrated from the intensity of said glare.
“Just… what are you even doing here?” Dream asked, exasperation in his tone.
Techno sighed. He could tell the truth and have his rival really hate his guts. Or he could lie and say a concerned citizen spotted Dream in the prison area. But he was pretty sure that wouldn’t get Dream to trust him. And considering how tense and closed off Dream looked, that trust was waning by the minute.
“Look, the prison when Sam was Warden was a place of abuse of authority. And Sam isn’t here anymore because Phil and Ranboo saw him walking around as a free man. So I was here to take the prison down as a part of the Syndicate.” Techno retrieved a piece of TNT from his inventory and held it out. “You being here instead makes that a little more complicated. You’re not holding anyone inside, are you?”
Dream’s shoulders relaxed. “No. No one’s here but me. And I intend to keep it that way.”
Techno’s eyebrow rose up his forehead. “But why here? You’re free, Sam was in prison, Quackity has fewer allies. You could have gone anywhere.” He gestured to walls around them. “Why come back here?”
“It’s a fortress, Techno. Completely secure, with all the things I need to stay safe. What better place to be, huh?”
For a moment, Techno could see just barely see the kid he’d dueled before coming to the server. And that image was replaced with the scared young man he’d comforted in that horrid cell. 
“Why do you need a fortress, Dream?”
What had this place, this server done to Dream? To Quackity? To Techno? To all of them. Techno would probably never know.
“You… you wouldn’t understand, Tech. There’s so much…. It’s too important. You wouldn’t understand,” Dream responded, but didn’t quite meet Techno’s eyes. It was almost like he couldn’t.
Techno sighed. “All right. All right, I won’t blow up your house, Dream. Can’t leave you homeless again.” He heard Dream scoff again and grinned at the green teletubby before schooling his expression. “But if you need help, talk to me. Gotta be honest, this is making me a little worried about you.”
He had to suppress a wince as chat exploded.
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Dream’s shoulders hunched before he visibly forced himself to relax. 
“Yeah. Okay.”
“Well, I’ll be off. See ya, nerd,” Techno called as he stepped back through the portal.
As Techno left the prison behind, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding come over him. He ignored it. Dream was an adult. A young and stupid one, but still an adult. He was responsible for his own actions. Techno just hoped it wouldn’t lead to disaster.
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bingo-cat · 9 days
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how did DreamXD stand in the prison? was it like this?
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or like this?
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clearmillerart · 1 year
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The warden
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karmicpunishment · 2 years
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cwilbur finding out about what cquackity did in prison to cdream would make him forget his petty rivalry immediately. he’d thank him for doing it, he would. this is how we can still win. ( i am clutching my straws hard rn <3)
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star-strings-spills · 2 years
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Pandora's Pervasion Snippets
"What if" scenario where c!Dream did try to talk to c!Bad once, but it was all incoherent, delirious slurring about people or things that weren't actually there. Despite his efforts, it all sounded like the ramblings of a madman due to being completely out of it from that day's torture session.
He's just laying limp on the obsidian, struggling to keep his head from lolling back and forth because he doesn't even have the strength for that. His eyes are slow and languid as they search the air above him for something that isn't there, almost as though he were in a trance. c!Bad asks about visitors because of the other voices he'd heard, but Dream just mumbles something about taking his eyes. Bad wonders if he's even coherent enough to realize where he is anymore.
Not able to get anything out of c!Dream and too distraught about the state he's found him in - he would've preferred to find him shaking and silent instead, if he were honest - c!Bad whispers that he'll be back tomorrow and leaves a cookie for him in the bookshelf. The last thing he hears before he leaves is c!Dream giving a small, broken chuckle and eerily smiling about hearing sweet melodies in his voice. c!Bad doesn't sleep with that encounter echoing in his head all night.
He's both relieved and terrified that there isn't a death message in the morning. He guesses they weren't the rambling tongues of a man on death's door after all.
At least, not yet, anyway.
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At one point down the line, c!Dream's face is flayed during a torture session as a cruel joke about his now discarded mask. Twisted as it may be, c!Dream is mesmerized by his reflection in the cell water pool afterward, pain and shock taking him for a heavy delusion-filled disassociation trip regarding what's really in a face or a mask. If he were honest, he can't remember his true face anymore either. Distantly, he ponders whether anyone even cares to try.
The more he stares, the more c!Dream can't help himself. He gingerly touches the exposed muscle and viscera, only to curiously not feel a thing. Horrifyingly enough, his nerves fail to fire anymore, and he's so trapped in his numbing shock that he can entirely wipe his hands down his face and not feel it at all. The remainder of the day - perhaps even the night for all he knows - is spent endlessly trailing his fingers over the gore.
After all, he doesn't have any nails left to cause further pain. So close, yet so far, he thinks...
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curiousity-cell · 1 year
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// dsmp rp
suppose since i’ve already made it clear i like dsmp & c!dream i should start posting these edits
c!dream in the prison !
art by beauty_fer on twitter !
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so since there's no way c!sam put the room that drunz forced c!clingy into to have one of them die heroically for the other at what point is c!dream wandering around his fcked up home for the past year and doing some effed up home renovations
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phantoids · 2 years
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"You aren't squeamish are you?"
The only thing that pulls Tommy from himself is the sound of moving lava, the bubbling pops more aggravated as it drains out, slowly but surely, leaving nothing but a gap to cross and a settling coldness like a second skin. A second skin that persists through death, pulling and tugging and chilling him to his core, leaving nothing but a shivering boy in its stead.
Dream stands at the other side of his cell, staring at Tommy intently, something held within his hands - a weapon of some sort, probably, it's the only reason he visits Tommy anymore - and a smile in his tone as he asks, "You aren't squeamish, are you?" The man asks, pulling the lever to his side. It's not like what Tommy says matters.
"Not anymore, you made sure of that, bitch." He bites out, sending a glare in the general direction of that stupid mask, barely bothering to stretch out at all. It didn't matter if Dream was going to hurt him anyways, might as well protect something. Permanent damage is annoying to deal with.
However, Tommy finds himself intensely regretting the insult moments later, pain radiating through his calf as if it were a distress beacon of the stuff, running up oversensitive nerves, pulling a cry from the boy.
"Look at it, Tommy," Dream coos, taking his chin gently, as if that means anything, "I want you to see the consequences of your actions for once. No more hiding." He adds, forcing Tommy's chin to move in a way that pulls his gaze down.
The sight makes him feel even more sick than the pain, with the blood marring the jagged wound (Dream must've brought a dull blade, Tommy find himself thinking) and the bone that breaks through skin, jutting out proudly as if it were a monument to something great and not just another broken puzzle piece of a long dead body.
He leans into the comforting touch Dream provides to his own dismay, the blond huddled against the older as he stares down at the wound warily, the fondness in the man's gaze sending chills down Tommy's spine. He's acting as if they're just two brothers looking at one of their creations rather than a dick and his unwilling victim staring down at a horribly broken bone.
A small touch to the wound is terribly dizzying, threatening to send Tommy into that pain-filled haze once again, a whine tearing from his throat. He hates the hands prodding at the wound, hates the sounds he can't hold back, hates the pain clinging to his frayed nerves.
He hates being stuck here, only comforted when he's hurt, just like every time before.
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pepemoon · 2 months
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“So what was it like?”
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“Void. It was... dark. It was all dark.”
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ashtreeeee · 2 months
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the blade will never die‼️‼️‼️
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god i haven’t been posting art here for a long time. that’s because uhhhhhh. im lazy and i forgor yeah kheheheheh
anyways if you saw this art on tiktok and on twi…… yep that was me!! hi!!! nice to meet you all!!! this is still your ashtree but now on tumblr lol
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lazy30 · 22 days
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He’s fine :D
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leva-prava · 2 months
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Exile arc :DDD
For my bedrock bros fic
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bleue-flora · 14 days
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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.
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“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)}
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kenjo-arts · 4 months
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i was thinking about what would count as prison trio mutual angst and decided them getting married was the answer
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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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infizero-draws · 3 months
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drops random ass post-exile ctommy drawing in 2024 and leaves
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