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black-berryies · 2 years
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Dream be like when people find out he was actually tortured by Quackity
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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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silverfox419 · 1 year
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these tropes are all based on official tumblr sexyman tropes listed on the sexypedia tropes page!! it’s all legit sexyman material!! do your part!!!
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bleue-flora · 1 month
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So um, in light of my last post I was inspired to look into other dsmp people's ages because I feel like we don’t really think about it too often and oh does it make things interesting…
Just for reference and consideration, here are some United States Legal Age Minimums:
Drive: 16-18
Adult: 18-21
Vote: 18
Drink Alcohol: 21
Political Office: 25 (Representative) 30 (Senator) 35 (President)
Military: 17-18
Also Note: On average the brain is scientifically not fully developed until age 25 - and oh wouldn't you know it 90% of the server fall under that, meaning no wonder we have a bunch of wars their prefrontal cortex isn't fully developed and wouldn't you know it that part of the brain is responsible for regulating attention, behavior, and emotion as well as the processing that Actions Have Consequences... huh whelp that makes sense.
Anyways… age data is below (I didn't do everyone nor every event - nobody got time for that ;D... I didn't have time for this to begin with lol...) But I specifically want to highlight that not only was Dream 21 from Jan-Aug of his Imprisonment, but Sam was also 21 till Jun, and Quackity was literally 20 while he was daily torturing Dream... 20?! They were roughly a year apart, all of them so close. Like can you imagine, treating your peer like that? Sam is like a couple months older than Dream and that's it. Quackity can't even drink legally in the United States. That's insane...
(* to signify canonical Immortality)
Ok, so the full list of members and ages is at the bottom, but first, here are so key events I picked just to highlight their ages at the time.
Server Creation - April 24, 2020
GeorgeNotFound - 23 Callahan - 23 Dream - 20 Sapnap - 19
L'Manberg War - August 2, 2020
BadBoyHalo - 25 WilburSoot - 23 GeorgeNotFound - 23 Callahan - 23 Punz - 23 Eret - 21 Awesamdude - 21 Dream - 20 Fundy - 20 Skeppy - 20 Ponk - 20 Quackity - 19 Sapnap - 19 Niki Nihachu - 19 Jack Manifold - 17 Purpled - 16 Tubbo - 16 Tommy - 16
Pogtopia vs Manberg War - November 16th, 2020
Philza - 32* BadBoyHalo - 25 HBomb - 26 WilburSoot - 24 GeorgeNotFound - 24 Callahan - 23 Punz - 23 Karl Jacobs -22 Antfrost - 22 CaptainPuffy - 22 Eret - 21 Technoblade - 21* Awesamdude - 21 Dream - 21 Connor - 21 Schlatt - 21 Fundy - 21 Skeppy - 20 Ponk - 20 Quackity - 19 Sapnap - 19 Niki Nihachu - 19 Jack Manifold - 18 Purpled - 17 Ranboo - 17 Tubbo - 16 Tommy - 16
Exile - December 4, 2020
Ghostbur - 24 Technoblade - 21* Dream - 21 Ranboo - 17 Tubbo - 16 Tommy - 16
Doomsday - January 6, 2021
Philza - 32* HBomb - 27 Callahan - 23 Punz - 23 CaptainPuffy - 22 Eret - 21 Technoblade - 21* Dream - 21 Fundy - 21 Ponk - 20 Quackity - 20 Sapnap - 19 Niki Nihachu - 19 Jack Manifold - 18 Ranboo - 17 Tubbo - 17 Tommy - 16
Disc Confrontation - January 20, 2021
HBomb - 27 BadBoyHalo - 25 Callahan - 24 Punz - 23 Antfrost - 22 CaptainPuffy - 22 Eret - 22 Awesamdude - 21 Dream - 21 Ponk - 20 Quackity - 20 Sapnap - 19 Niki Nihachu - 19 Jack Manifold - 18 Ranboo - 17 Tubbo - 17 Tommy - 16
Quackity’s First Prison Visit - March 16, 2021
Awesamdude - 21 Dream - 21 Quackity - 20
Techno's Visit- June 6, 2021
Technoblade - 22* Awesamdude - 21 Dream - 21
Jailbreak - November 28, 2021
Philza - 33* HBomb - 27 BadBoyHalo - 26 George - 25 Callahan - 24 Punz - 24 Karl Jacobs - 23 Antfrost - 23 CaptainPuffy - 23 Foolish Gamers - 22 Eret - 22 Technoblade - 22* Awesamdude - 22 Dream - 22 Connor - 22 Fundy - 22 Skeppy - 21 Hannahxxrose - 21 Ponk - 21 Quackity - 20 Sapnap - 20 Niki Nihachu - 20 Jack Manifold - 19 Purpled - 18 Ranboo - 18 Tubbo - 17 Tommy - 17
Comprehensive List From Oldest to Youngest: Name - Date of Birth (Current Age) - [Join Date] Age when Joined
Philza- March 1, 1988 (36) – [Nov 16, 2020]  32 *Immortal*
HBomb- Jan 4, 1994 (30) – [Sept 22, 2020]  26
BadBoyHalo- April 2, 1995 (28) – [May 19, 2020]  25
Wilbur- Sept 14, 1996 (27) – [July 12, 2020] 23
GeorgeNotFound- Nov 1, 1996 (27) – [April 24, 2020]  23
Callahan- Jan 19, 1997 (27) – [April 24, 2020]  23 
Punz- Jan 31, 1997 (27) – [July 7, 2020]  23  
Karl Jacobs- July 19, 1998 (25) – [Aug 26, 2020]  22 
Antfrost- Aug 27, 1998 (25) – [Sep 5, 2020]  22 
Captain Puffy- Sept 18, 1998 (25) – [Nov 16, 2020]  22
Foolish Gamers- Dec 18, 1998 (25) – [Jan 16, 2021]  22 *Immortal*
Eret- Jan 9, 1999 (25) – [July 19, 2020]  21
Technoblade- June 1, 1999 (23) – [Sept 22, 2020]  21 *Immortal*
Awesamdude - June 8, 1999 (24) – [April 28, 2020]  20 
Dream - Aug 12, 1999 (24) – [April 24, 2020]  20
Connor- Aug 26, 1999 (24) – [Nov 16, 2020]  21
Schlatt- Sept 10, 1999 (24) – [Sept 20, 2020]  21 
Fundy- Oct 10, 1999 (24) – [July 7, 2020]  20 
Skeppy- Jan 17, 2000 (24) – [July 18, 2020]  20 
Ponk- April 18, 2000 (23) – [May 7, 2020]  20 
Quackity- Dec 28, 2000 (23) – [Aug 11, 2020]  19 
Sapnap- March 1, 2001 (23) – [April 24, 2020]  19 
Niki Nihachu- Nov 3, 2001 (22) – [Aug 6, 2020]  18 
Jack Manifold- Aug 14, 2002 (21) – [Aug 3, 2020]  17 
Purpled- Oct 24, 2003 (20) – [July 9, 2020]  16
Ranboo- Nov 2, 2003 (20) – [Nov 17, 2020]  17 
Tubbo- Dec 23, 2003 (20) – [July 7, 2020]  16 
Tommy- April 9, 2004 (19) – [July 4, 2020]  16 
They are all babies confirmed... things make so much more sense... brain development guys it's important ;)
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lucaden · 4 months
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Artist!
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Uncensored version + sketch under the cut
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elmhat · 4 months
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I'm stupid and never have Ideas but um. c!loudduo being childhood friends in like EARLY childhood. Playing together, getting into fights, all that. And then they accidentally play too rough and one of them gets hurt, and the only way they recognise the other years later for what they are is the scar left on them.
Bonus points if it's q who gets the scar and Dream remembers giving it to him but Q is too young to have any memory of it.
TW: torture
// dsmp rp
“Wait, that— What?” Dream was looking down at Quackity’s hand. The scar was faded, but it was there: a c-shaped slice through the side of Quackity’s pointer finger. “There’s no way.”
“The fuck are you saying now?” said Quackity.
“Your scar, your finger, it— I remember it!”
Dream hissed as Quackity yanked the knife out of his arm. Quackity stood up from where he had been crouched, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I’d fucking hope so,” he said. “You’ve seen me enough.”
But Dream was in disbelief. He tried in vain to match Quackity’s cold expression to the boy in his memory. It felt like Dream was deflating, like all the air was leaving his body. He shook his head. “There’s no way,” he repeated, little more than a whisper.
Quackity grabbed Dream’s chin, snapping his fingers in front of his face. “Hey, you gonna let me in the loop or what?”
“You’re the kid by the docks,” said Dream. Staring into those dark eyes, it really did all fall into some horrible kind of place. “Remember? It was— Ages ago, you were waiting for something and— I don’t even know what happened, but we, like, we were fighting over something, and there was this rock I had, and I cut you with it. Then I had to run, they spent ages looking for me.” He glanced away at Quackity’s finger again. “That’s how you got that, right?”
Quackity observed him with something between confusion and disgust. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he said.
“You remember!” Dream insisted. “We were kids, it was—”
Dream was backhanded across the face.
“Don’t tell me what I do or don’t remember, asshole,” Quackity sneered. “And I don’t remember that because it never fucking happened! I’ve always had this, it’s a birthmark or something.”
“No— Listen to me! I swear!”
“You swear, huh? You swear?” Quackity straightened, hands on his hips. “What is this, Dream? Are you trying to gaslight me?”
“I'm not! It literally— it happened!” Dream felt so desperate that he was half-convinced he was losing his mind. Why was Quackity denying this?
“So we were friends, were we? That’s what you’re trying to tell me?”
“We were— No! I mean— I don’t know!” Dream didn’t think they had been friends, but he didn’t remember how they knew each other. Or if they knew each other. The memory became fuzzier the more he thought about it; he grasped for it and it dissolved before him. “It’s real, I know it’s real, you can’t tell me—”
Quackity stomped down on Dream’s bad ankle, and Dream shrieked.
“I don’t wanna fucking hear it,” said Quackity. He pressed down with all his weight. “You’re lying or you’re dumb, but that never happened. None of what you just said has ever fucking happened.”
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snom-pixelates · 2 years
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he’s just a guy! a menace! mostly he’s a ball and a pile of dirty laundry tho!
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simplepotatofarmer · 16 days
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Just learned about how bunnies can swim and some species even adapt to do it for survival but that domestic rabbits shouldn't be purposely put into water because their coats soak it up too much and they can even panic and drown.
Thoughts? 🎤
my thought is....
it's easy enough to bring a bucket of water or two into the prison cell. there's a cauldron.
maybe sam doesn't mean it the first time. he's just trying to keep his prisoner and the cell neat and tidy. but dream panics when he dumps the bucket of water over him. you'd think sam tried to drown him and then he spends the rest of the day huddled near the lava, trying to dry off. he's so over-dramatic, you know?
and if he mentions this offhandedly to quackity, well, he can't control what quackity does.
anyway!
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ameiniateria · 11 days
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@sixteenth-day-event
Prompts: twisting the knife + a silent grave
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Sam is dead.
His corpse is propped up stiffly against the black wall, on the other side of the lava dividing them both. On one side, the prisoner, screaming and begging and bleeding out for the entertainment of a man with a gold toothed grin and a seemingly infinite amount of silky white dress shirts. On the other, his warden, not listening.
There's a knife stuck in his side as he lies there on his back with Quackity on top of him. His own sobs fall into background noise, mere set-dressing. The lava swirls and bubbles before him. Sam is on the other side. Suddenly that's all he can think about. Sam is on the other side, dead.
The warden's skin is pale and gray – he hasn't seen the sun in months, stalks the prison as a ghost does a haunted house – and his eye sockets are deep and dark as night. His hair is falling out. When he touches Dream, his hands are cold.
He never does anything at all.
"Who's gonna stop me?" Quackity taunts – twists the knife in one brutal jerk that rips a scream from Dream's hoarse throat. A tear rolls down his face. He can't breathe, for – "Who's gonna fucking stop me?"
The only man who could stop this monster of both of their creation is dead in the other room.
How long, Dream asks – the gods above, his own fate, whatever vague and unknowable thing men pray to when they can't think for themselves, when they are at their most hopeless and lost – will it take for this accursed cell to become his coffin as well?
It's not a question he would ever think, once. Back then in the sunlight, he had designed the prison as a safe harbor from the tumultuous, crashing waves of ever-present fear, the sea air clogging his lungs. He was desperate. It was his oasis, his escape route. His island of Calypso. The only place he could be safe – Sam wouldn't let anyone kill him. He had bet his life on that certainty.
The Sam he knew is dead on the other side of a wall of lava. Dream might be dead as well, or just barely clinging to the life that poured out of him with every slash of a blade or snap of rope against his skin. Every condescending sigh, every slap or hunger pang, or lies, a gentler form of torment that were crueler because of their subtlety. Unspeakable things had happened to him in that cell – and yet, he still lived?
No. He must be a ghost.
How many times had he thrown himself carelessly into lava? How many times had he passed out, bleeding profusely on the obsidian floor? How many times had he been told he should be dead?
He didn't remember much, now. He could have easily given up the Revival Book in some agonized, delirious haze. He would've died – he would no longer have been useful alive. He could no longer predict what Sam would or wouldn't do.
"You know how to make all of this stop, Dream."
Dream is silent.
He knows the game by now. He knows the lines, repeated over and over until they whisper in his ears even when he's completely alone. He knows they're just playacting. There is no paradise waiting for him. If Quackity gets his hands on the Book, then Dream will truly be dead, deader than he is already. He will go to Limbo. And he will never escape. Punz will not save him. Dream can't trust anyone. He can't trust even his oldest friends – did Sapnap not threaten to kill him? Has George ever even visited him, blessed Dream with some kinder presence? No. Everyone hates him, for he is a monster, the minotaur captured in a labyrinth of his own design –
Or perhaps this is already his limbo. He can't imagine a fate worse than this. It would be fitting, for his personal hell to be so like his living existence that he couldn't tell the difference between them.
He hates himself, too, in this cell. Though he'd never admit it to anyone, not even Sam who had seen so many of his vulnerable places. He hates the undead thing he is. He hates how dreamlike everything is – he's stopped even trying to count the days; he did, once, but then Sam started skipping meals, and Quackity started coming twice in one day every once in a while, and he didn't have a clock by then anyway. He lost count. Time died with him. But then, he spent both his days and nights screaming and bleeding and passed out on the floor, and there was nothing to look forward to, until the day that someone came to let him out and that he couldn't do anything about. What was the point of counting, anyway?
He hates that he's given up.
Sometimes, he puts his fingertips to his neck, just to feel his heart beating. He sleeps with one hand pressed to his chest to feel his breath rising and falling with each breath. He screams just to feel the vibrations in his throat. All of it could just be another lie – some charade made up by his subconscious mind to torture him further. Funny, that the man once best known by others for his mask and his web of lies and manipulations is now completely trapped by the lies of everyone around him. He's helpless, here. He knows nothing.
"You deserve this, you know that? You fucking deserve this."
He's lying.
"That's the only reason I'm here. Because you need to be fucking punished, Dream. You need someone to put you in your place."
He's lying.
But when he finally leaves, Dream doesn't complain to Sam. He doesn't say anything at all. He lays there, a silent body in a silent grave.
Sam's hands are as stiff and cold as ice despite the lava just behind him. You're not dead until you're warm and dead. Dream clings to that hope - that it's just the cold around them that has paralyzed them both. Someday they might see the warmth of the sun again, and then they could be friends again. The world could be perfect again.
Sam's breath smells like formaldehyde.
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lasnevadaslaborunion · 11 months
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I've given this spiel on Discord already but I'm thinking about it again today so here goes
The reason Las Nevadas worked as pre-recorded, highly polished lore whereas other arcs were better served by improvisation (or, especially later, fell flat in the attempt to be more "cinematic") is because that style of presentation reflected and enhanced the themes of c!Quackity's story.
c!Quackity is a very image-conscious guy. He's performing strength, coldness, and viciousness. He's performing power, wealth, and masculinity. He wants to look respectable and frightening in the ways he's seen respectability and fearsomeness modeled by others.
But in the process, he eclipsed his emotions, his better self, and his very humanity.
Las Nevadas itself is a testament to that desire. It's grand, impressive, and entirely artificial. It's a harsh contrast to the organic awkwardness of El Rapids and the ramshackle simplicity of early L'manberg and the White House. c!Quackity intended it to be unlike any country before it - an improvement, an escalation, his unique legacy.
Even the style of the streams reflects that! They become more and more elaborate as time goes on, and yes, you could say more artificial. There's no improvisation. There's no room for silly mistakes. There's no breaking character. It's flashier, grander, more impressive. It's a bunch of bright, sterile lights, all alone in a cold desert.
...okay, now I have to talk about the face cam.
On the DSMP, there are only a few characters who never streamed from their own perspective. Of these, c!Schlatt and c!Dream are best known, and this lack of first-person perspective is often cited as a reflection of their villainy. However, I would also describe this as symbolic of emotional masking. It's vulnerability, and whether the narratives and the characters allow themselves such vulnerability.
c!Schlatt may very well be the embodiment of stereotypical toxic masculinity. He is obsessed with appearances. He lifts weights, takes steroids, drinks protein shakes, and harshly belittles anyone who doesn't live up to his standards. At the same time, he is a deeply paranoid ruler, who increasingly suspects (not without reason) even those closest to him of treason. His commitment to his "tough guy" persona in spite of his faltering health ultimately kills him, as his heart gives out - alone in a crowd.
c!Dream is also a deeply paranoid man (again, not without reason) who is so afraid of coming to terms with a changing world and his own changing relationships that he cuts himself off from all but a few other people and schemes for a near-impossible reunification. He becomes a caricature of a villain and locks himself in both a literal and metaphorical black box, in which he suffers and, yet again, ultimately dies. As with c!Schlatt, what began as a means of self-protection becomes an avenue for demonization.
(As an aside: c!Techno also never uses a facecam, although he did stream his POV. His arc proceeds in a much different way from other "antagonistic" characters; c!Techno manages to overcome his mistrust of others, refine his anarchist ideals, form a community of friends who help one another, and end his story happy. He's a wonderful foil to c!Quackity, though for slightly different reasons than the other two figures mentioned.)
These two (three with c!Techno) figures, alongside c!Wilbur (their polar opposite, insofar as his penchant for Hamlet-esque soliloquies goes), form c!Quackity's idea of what it means to be powerful.
In the first Las Nevadas episode, Quackity uses the facecam in the same way he did previously. We see every flinch, hear every doubtful thought, feel every change of expression. Where this changes, though, is the final scene: Quackity tears apart El Rapids, the last remnant of his early life and connection to his loved ones, and returns home covered in a prisoner's blood.
Las Nevadas 3 has a much different ratio of facecam to non-facecam scenes. During the confrontations with c!Foolish and c!Purpled, those in which he is at his most expressive and physically vulnerable (as both of these characters could easily defeat him in a fight, forcing him to rely on personal appeal), we see him acting through the facecam. But during his discussion with c!Sam about potential recruits, he's all business and all masked up. In c!Fundy's nightmare, in which he is more a manifestation of insecurity than a character, we only see his smiling skin and a frosty voice.
As for the prison scene... hoooooly moly I gotta talk about the details in that scene a different time. But I think it's fair to say that while c!Quackity is undoubtedly in a position of power here, he also breaks down in a way we haven't seen in this context yet. And by the end… well, he's confident. What reason is there to hide? The only person he might hide from already knows what he's capable of. This is the most honest he's ever been about his motivations for torturing c!Dream, and his straightforwardness and undisguised hatred amplifies the horror of the scene.
Las Nevadas 4, however? This is where the pattern gets really interesting.
The first segment of the stream is made without a facecam. c!Quackity walks c!Slime through lessons on how to be successful and powerful, each of which is challenged and peeled back. c!Quackity never fully removes his mask, even around this person he trusts, because he is trying to be an example for that person to emulate.
But there are two scenes in which the facecam returns. One, during the reunion with his fiances in Kinoko Kingdom, in which c!Quackity lets himself be relaxed and affectionate for the first time in months before pivoting to an outburst of all his resentment, sorrow, and anger. Two, when c!Purpled traps him and c!Slime and he is forced to fight for his life before screaming in grief at his friend's death.
And the final scene of the episode? We see not just the facecam, but full live action. The actor showing his full image, and c!Quackity being completely open and sincere. There's hope! There's a real human person still in there! Perhaps he can trust again and change before it's too late!
And guess what happens in the End of Las Nevadas?
THAT'S RIGHT, NOT A SINGLE SECOND OF FACECAM. NOT EVEN A CRUMB. HE'S GOING MAD (SCIENTIST) WITH POWER AND TERRIBLE COPING MECHANISMS FOR GRIEF. OUR MAN IS FULLY LOST IN THE MOTHERFUCKING SAUCE.
And that persona - no, not just the persona, the very person he tried to squeeze into his own image! - is the one who kills him!
And this is why I never liked the notion that Quackity's lore being so polished set the bar too high for other storylines. Because first off, imagine trying to insult someone by literally saying they're too good. Second, c!Quackity's whole arc in Las Nevadas was about how the pursuit of power and acclaim at the expense of your ability to be sincere will fucking destroy you. This way of telling a story is neither superior nor inferior to the more naturalistic style of other arcs. It all comes down to personal taste and how the medium can enhance the creator's intention.
And if Las Nevadas rings false to you?
Good. You understood.
Learn something from its fall.
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shootingthe-stars · 2 years
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reading the dsmp villain wiki and i found the difference between c!wilbur and c!quackity’s hobbies really funny
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dr3amofagame · 5 months
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You’ve heard of awesamdream Stockholm syndrome relationship now get ready for dreamity killing stalking
the main thing abt c!dreamity for me is that it's frankly p straightforward compared to awesamdream ... but you know sometimes i do think abt how the mechanics of the prison torture both means we have no idea what actually happened in specifics in that box, and that minecraft allows for really practically anything with the existence of instantaneous healing items, and how c!quackity was literally dripping with blood down that prime path, and. you know. sometimes i want to get a little silly with it (read: remind myself that the only Real thing limiting the prison torture is ur own imagination)
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theminecraftbox · 1 year
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lowkey shook with the knowledge that c!dream knows a part of c!quackity and c!sam that almost no one else can fully understand !
HIGHKEY shook. and drop the almost.
who else know how Quackity acts when there's an audience of one (two) (one), when what he's got to prove he can prove with a twist of a knife, when he'd learning on the job (he's always learning on the job) but this time, this time, if he fucks something if, it'll be someone else to pay. who else knows how that viciousness looks, when he's learning how deep to drive the nails, when he's learning what makes a man scream.
who else knows how Sam acts when it's just the two of them, alone, two men--no, a man and his prisoner--no, a man and his duty. does Dream even count as a witness? He'll never talk. He'll never tell. (did he say anything to you.) Sam can pry out all his secrets.
who else knows how Quackity looks when the hammer hits just wrong and he goes further than he meant, for just that one heart-stopping moment when Dream thinks, maybe he'll back off, maybe the mask can slip. who else knows how Sam looks when the respawn took just a bit too long and the expression on his face is something raw and red and open, a bit too much like pain, a bit too much like relief.
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bleue-flora · 7 months
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Ummmmmm…. What?!?!! Omg!… I was rewatching Bad’s visit to Dream in the prison and what do I find but a conversation about living conditions and torture with Quackity! Wtf?!!
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It’s too long of a clip, so here’s the time stamp 33:34-36:06.
And I did my best to transcribe it (but dang it’s hard when they talk over each other):
B: “I’ll talk to Quack—oh Quackity he’s studying to be a lawyer! We can get Quackity’s opinion.”
Q: ”Hi Bad.”
B: “Hi. Umm question for you. So you—you know Deam right?”
Q: ”Yeah…”
B: ”Yeah you know how he’s like in jail right now.”
Q: “Mm—hmm”
B: “Do you think it’d be too much to ask to go around and like try to improve like his living conditions in the prison? Like what do you think?”
Q: “Improve his living conditions?…”
B: “Yeah like I went and visited—have you visited him in the prison yet?”
Q: “Yeah yeah. no I—I haven’t—I have no reason to visit him right now… Oh, let me get this straight: improve his living conditions as in maybe like add a wall around him uhh probably bully him for awhile you know—”
B: “Na—noo!”
Q: “You know kind of like how he did with L’manberg?”
B: “Nooo!—that’s the opposite.”
Q: “Because that’s exactly what he did with L’manberg. You know what? You know what? You’re right—”
B: ”Oh my gosh…”
Q: “I could improve his living conditions—”
B: “Quackity—no!”
Q: “By boxing him in a goddamn box!”
B: “Language! Woah woah—woah.”
Q: “Yea I—I probably could do that.”
B: “Language. language. language.”
Q: “Sorry…”
B: “That’s all right.”
Q: “Maybe I could improve his living conditions like that. Maybe I could do that—”
B: “No no no-No no no.”
Q: “Maybe you’re right.”
B: “Listen, you gotta go visit him. Okay? You know what? I’m not even gonna say it I’m just saying you gotta go and visit him on one of your streams. Okay? Because—”
Q: “Oh I am. No no no believe me—believe me I’m going to.”
B: “At some point go visit him cuz—”
Q: “Oh I’m going to.”
B: “And you’ll see exactly what I’m saying then we can like discuss it. Okay?”
Q: “What—what is this? Did he—did he manipulate you? What—what did he tell you?—”
B: “No!”
Q: “Why are you acting all of the sudden so nice to him?”
B: “Look obviously Dream deserves to stay there cuz he did a lot of bad things, right?”
Q: “Mm—hmm.”
B: “But—doesn’t mean we should like—keep him in there and just have him like tortured all the time like even—”
Q: “No no, not right—not right—”
B: “No, that is right!”
Q: “No, I think that’s exactly what he deserves.”
B: ”Oh come on—”
Q: ”No no I think that’s exactly what he deserves.”
B: “Even Dream has rights as a prisoner. Right? You’re a lawyer.”
Q: “I’m sorry I’m sorry but I don’t recall Dream having any mercy on us when—”
B: “Well, yeah he didn’t but—”
Q: “He put that wall around us—”
B: “Okay..”
Q: “And he pulled all those things to Tubbo and—”
B: “Okay…”
Q: “W—why do you want to release him?”
B: “No one’s talking about releasing him!”
Q: “Okay.”
B: “I’m talking about giving him like a potted plant! Just don’t torture him while he’s locked up—he’s been locked up enough…You feel me?”
Q: “No, Bad—”
B: “Like he’s been—he’s suffering.”
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lookinghalfacorpse · 2 years
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dsmp characters and smoking?  yes?  yes.
- c!wilbur’s cigarettes carry different scents with them.  it doesn’t take long for people to suspect that they’re laced, and oftentimes they are, but not always with what you’d expect.  he gets herbal mixtures from his father; jasmine, tendu leaves, green tea leaves, and plenty more.  he smokes in calm moments, and in stressful moments.  during conversation, and when he’s alone.  sometimes, the smoke in his lungs is enough to remind himself that he is, in fact, breathing.
- c!quackity used to be shit at it.  an absolute disaster.  each hit he took came with ugly choking and watery eyes-- he failed to see how wilbur found this relaxing (though he might admit that shotgunning hits off of the man, their lips close enough that quackity would time his inhales with wilbur’s exhales and breathe in his smoke, was... nice.) but he was nothing if not determined.  by the time las nevadas is over 50% constructed, he’s an expert.  he looks good with it.  the cigs sit naturally in his hands, like they were made to be there.
- (quackity smokes in the prison, which sam hates.  the scent lingers in the cracks of the obsidian, and on dream’s prison uniform.  sam doesn’t know where he finds the time to smoke during his “visits,” but he’s not about to ask.)
- c!philza smokes from a long, elegant pipe that sits gingerly between his fingers.  he makes his own mixtures, specifically designed to help him with his aching joints and the lasting pain from ancient injuries, and he likes to design mixtures for others.  wilbur has tried many types, but phil prefers to give him something calming, like jasmine and sativa, to help with his anxiety and nerves.  for technoblade, chamomile and sativa, to quiet the voices.
- (philza makes a green tea and indica mix for c!dream.  good for pain, and for chasing away insomnia.  he’s not sure the young man ever actually smokes it)
- c!ranboo turns down offers from both wilbur and philza.  his mind is unreliable enough, and he’s afraid that the extra substances would make things worse.
-  (lying awake on the obsidian floor, dream holds the mixture of green tea and indica between his fingers.  it was pre-rolled for him, which was thoughtful-- philza knew he wasn’t experienced enough to do it himself.  supposedly, it would help him sleep.  sleep was elusive lately, although admittedly better within the safe walls of the prison than it was when he was hiding in the open.  but dream knows how the scent will stick to the obsidian.  to his clothes.  he sets it aside, unlit.)
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Characters: Quackity, Dream, Sam
Words: 3k (oneshot)
Warnings: Torture, Blood, Serious Injury
Summary — Dream brings up a past relationship that Quackity would rather forget.
(This is my gift to @swordfright for the @dreblrsecretsanta! Yes, seriously. That happened. So, in true elmhat fashion, I've written the most angsty, depressing, painful prison arc oneshot I could come up with! Truly the spirit of Christmas.)
Quackity was bored. It was a boredom that didn't feel like boredom, clawing and grating as it was, so perhaps he was more in the realm of being pissed off. Leaning against obsidian, tilting his face up to the purple drips, he thought about Las Nevadas, and he thought about Kinoko, and Schlatt, and Dream, and even Sam. All annoyances. They all pissed him the fuck off.
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