#Warden Sam

[4teensdeath]

Crying I hate drawing this hoe

[fra-aria]

Drawing practice with our local creeper dude

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

[stealing-the-smp]

Member 9

The Warden

Sam

Lives by the end: 1

Alignment: lawful neutral

Sides: Greater smp(Current), Pogtopia(past), Las Nevadas(Current)

Age: idk

Species: Cat centaur and creeper spliced together into one creature

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/They/It

Sexuality: Bi and poly

Morals: Protect the prison at all cost, Protect people who don’t turn on him, Benefit the ones around him

Goals: Protect the prison

Likes: His prison, Redstone, cat toys(discovered by Aloe)

Dislikes: People messing with the prison

Allies: Aloe, Demi, Mahogany, Frog, Franklin, Slime, Cas

Enemies: Asphodel, Hydra, Castiel, Bee, Ender, Vian

Family: None

Appearance: Sam is a dark green colored cat centaur that stands at 10’2 he’s usually wearing a gas mask and armor and he’s usually carrying a trident attached to his armor also he’s fluffy and has little leopard like spots in a darker green then his main fur on his flank and sides of the cat part then the “human part” of the centaur has green fur but no spots other then some little freckle like spots under his gas mask and he’s got a bit of fur that looks like hair but is probably a mane that’s a dark green being a little different then his other greens being darker also he has a Lion like tail that ends in the darker green and he’s got green eyes that are a lighter color then the rest of him but the whites are black, he’s also got paw pads that are pink and he’s got goldish colored horns that kind of look like a crown peaking out of his mane

Quotes:

“Aloe I don’t make allies thank you for the offe-”

“did you….just pick me up?”

“Demi you’re being too much energy….you know what locks you away behind cat on the lap….become bigger so I fully fit please”

“Don’t taunt me Aloe”

*looks to Aloe so she can answer the question instead*

“no I will not meow…..even for you Aloe”

“If he’s on two lives I could just finish him off”

“Danger…”

“Aloe get behind me”

“I’m going to go chat with a friend who doesn’t socialize with you all”

“Frog the server is full of maniacs…..I think I’m a maniac too but still”

“I can run a prison”

“Aloe can we not talk to the cult hm?”

“Aloe behind me danger…..actually you’re the danger…”

“I can’t dance with who I want to I’ll take your dance cult Aloe”

“no I won’t just call you Aloe you’re not my partner, you’re a husk of her”

“I know I’m a husk of my formal self as well but that’s different that’s adaption this is not”

“Did you just…..I’ll kill you for that fellow cat”

“You’re back…..now…..Aloe just hide behind me and don’t look I’ll explain everything later”

“Demi are you ok? Aloe’s back if you have a injury you need patched”

“Ugh I apologize for your arm but you attacked me first”

“I love you Aloe”

This character is replacing

Awesamdude

[faunsoda]

just a silly little sam doodle i did to try and figure out his warden armor :)

[deepcoraldragon]

New fic! A Shift in Power

✨ Sleepy Bois Inc, prison fic

✨ Summary:

“If it’s connected to Dream, we need to know,” Techno said, sitting back down at Sam’s desk, ready to wait until he got his way. After a few seconds of silent staredown, the Warden sighted and bent down to switch the live cams. “Meet ‘T’, the unwilling cause of my most recent headache.” Wilbur didn’t think he had any surprise left in him. This one gave him a run for his money. “Sam,” he said slowly, “why in the world is there a child in the high security cells?”

Or: All Tommy’s ever known are the walls of this cell and the slow bubbling of the lava. Not that that's a very long time; Tommy doesn’t remember his age (or much of anything, these days) but he knows he’s young. From the other side of the wall, Dream tells him tales of arrogant heroes and misunderstood villains, which grow bitter as the time pass. And, though Tommy doesn’t want to be selfish, sometimes, he thinks he has it worse. Dream, at least, knows why he’s imprisoned.

✨ Warnings: imprisonment, fantasy violence, non-graphic character death (no one we'll miss, don't worry), old scars

✨ 1/2 Chapters (but all the plot is there) | 8501 words

read on AO3

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Chapter one: Prisoners of conscience

“What does ‘cold’ feels like?” Tommy asked.

He swayed in place slowly, lost in this fuzzy place between wake and sleep. When an answer came, his eyes cracked open, mindful of the bright light at his left.

He didn’t think Dream was still awake.

“It’s hard to explain.”

Tommy turned his head, smushing his cheek on the smooth obsidian wall against which he was slumped. This way, with his ear pressed flushed against the stone, he could almost pretend Dream was in the room with him. Too bad he couldn’t do it for long. The wall was too hot.

“It’s less hot?”

“It is, yeah.”

Tommy kinda expected it to stop there. Most days, Dream didn’t have much patience to talk with him. Tommy was young, and annoying, and whiny.

He was very lucky that Dream was lonely enough to want to talk to him.

… Yeah. Add ‘selfish’ to that list.

The white-hot trails of light slowly faded from his retina, but there was nothing in the tiny cell worth looking at, and Tommy was feeling like sleeping a little, so he closed back his eyes.

Falling back into a red-tinged darkness. The eternal light of the lava, filtered through the red of his eyelid’s blood.

“But it’s more than just… ‘not hot.’ First the heat decreases, sure, but if you keep going, it starts getting more intense. Only, cold this time, instead of hot.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Sometimes. When there’s too much of it.”

“Huh.”

Tommy didn’t question Dream’s words, because Dream never ever lied, but Tommy really couldn’t imagine that it could ever hurt to get less hot. Not when it must feel so good.

“I’ve heard that when you get really, really hot all at once, it almost feels like cold. Because your nerves are overwhelmed, they don’t know what to make of it.”

“I almost want to try,” Tommy muttered.

“Do not.”

Tommy whimpered into his shoulder. It was his own fault, really, he knew how Dream felt about that particular discussion. Still, he hated that voice.

“What will happen, if you try to touch the lava?” Dream asked, ruthlessly pressing.

Tommy’s eyes opened a silver, watching the dark, hard contrast of the netherite bars against the wall of liquid fire at the end of his cell.

“The Warden will come,” he muttered.

“And?”

“She’ll be mad. Sorry Dream, I won’t talk about it.”

“Don’t talk at all,” Dream scoffed.

Slow as the lava, Tommy slid against the wall. Resting his head against the end of his cot, curling away from the bright-hot-dry of the lava, toward the dark-heavy-wet of the crying obsidian that made up the end of his cell. He positioned a small, dirty palm in front of his eyes, in a poor attempt to shield them from the glow behind him. Spreading his remaining arm as far away from his body as he could, to try and lesser the heat.

For a while, everything was calm.

Not still, for the lava always flowed, on and on from its mysterious, never-ending source. Neither quiet, with the drip-drip-dripping of the crying obsidian’s violaceous drops.

Tommy was floating in the in between when the speakers crackled to life.

“Your attention, all prisoners,” came a voice.

.

✨ Continue reading on AO3!

[captainbee66]

screw it--

*banging pots and pans* alright everyone still left in this fandom i present to thee a 2 part ghostboo fic i wrote right after prison break. this had been barely edited since and has definitely been wrecked by canon but whatever i still predicted stuff. (note: i am no longer really in this fandom anymore? I just liked how i wrote this over a year ago so)

cw: Death mention, kidnapping mention, deadnaming in the most literal sense but they don't really care. i think disassociation sort of counts here.

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Ranboo was buried in the grass patch where he died. It was too close to the water than they would have ever liked. Morbid humour, Boo guesses. Maybe they didn't want to touch his body. Or perhaps because they didn't know their final wishes. Whatever the reason, it's at least better than Wilbur's. Nothing but a memorial to his ruined country.

Boo stands over Ranboo's grave. It's decorated in faded, dying flowers, carved from obsidian and blackstone, etched in the scrawling words of Ender long after it was placed here.

Boo floats towards the smooth rock-face and places an allium on the decorated headstone apathetically, too far in his own head. Boo doesn't even flinch when Sam begins speaking behind him.

"Ranboo, you -- you should go home. Come on, I'll take you to Tubbo so you can rest." Sam lightly places a hand on Boo's shoulder.

Boo brushes him off.

"No, Sam." Boo sighs. "This... this isn't finished."

"What?"

Boo sighs and looks at his hands.

"Sam, when I died, I was happy. I could remember everything and it was great. But Sam, I don't want to be here - be a ghost - If I can't feel anything -- if I can't feel anything for Tubbo. I couldn't feel anything when you took Michael. I can't even feel angry about it. I know I used to care about them -- I remember what caring for them felt like. I remember HOW to show I care for them.. But actually caring; it's all gone. It's all... grey.

Sam tries to hide a guilty expression behind the mask. "Ranboo, let's just go-"

Boo glares, making the warden step back.

"THEY had a family. He had a family that loved them -- that HE loved, Sam. Now he- I-" Boo stutters a hushed correction, looking to the headstone.

"I'm dead, here. I'm the only one that visits my grave. Tubbo is too busy watching over Michael after he..."

Boo glances at the thick white bandages that cover most of Sam's chest.

"And -- and Tommy is on the run from Dream still; GOD knows where he is." Boo looks across the water past the prison, a hand hovering over the slit in his cloak.

"But I had a family, Sam. And you killed me, used me as a hostage. You killed Ranboo to everyone who loved him."

"I-- I had to, Ranboo. Dream was-"

"Dream didn't care, Sam. He and Techno were adamant about that. He wouldn't care if I lived or died."

"Well you were trying to-"

"Escape?" Boo laughed dryly, "was I WRONG to escape, Sam?"

"I'm sorry Ranboo. I had no choice. I had to do SOMETHING. You tried to break out. You knew what would happen -- the contract you signed? If I had know you were.... If I had known, I wouldn't have done it."

"You promised me." Boo picks up another allium, inspecting it before setting it onto the grave. "You told me there was no reason I could give that would make you put me in that prison. That you wouldn't kill me-"

"Ranboo! What's with this? There's nothing I could possibly do now, so what do you want from me?" Sam snaps.

Boo stares at Sam in the edges of his vision.

"What do you think."

Sam pales. "We- we haven't been able to catch him, R-"

"Its fine." Boo interrupts, moving from the headstone as he pulls out his axe. "I can do it by myself."

Sam jumps and lurches forward to grab him by the shoulder, sharp fingers digging into the empty cloak. "Ranboo you can't go after him! You don't know what he will do to you! You don't... you don't need it." Sam finishes softly.

"I know that THEY need it." Boo points to Ranboo's grave. "I know the whole SERVER needs it."

Sam glances between Boo and their grave. "We don't know where Dream is, it's been a long time. There's got to be another way for you-"

"No, Sam. I know you're still afraid of him. Ranboo was afraid of him. You think that if anyone gets close to him, they'll end up like me.

"Most of these people used to trust him. They were friends, brothers -- family. You don't want them to experience the pain of being killed by someone they had once trusted." Boo says pointedly.

"I told you-"

"Everything you've told me has been a lie, Sam. You said you wouldn't hurt me, but I have YOU to blame for the pain in my chest." Boo clutches the front of his cloak, not breaking eye contact.

"No -- no-" Sam stutters at the accusation.

"If you won't go, I will. I need to avenge the soul YOU killed."

"No, Boo! Doing this won't help you. Killing him won't suddenly give you the ability to care." Sam holds a hand over Boo's chest.

Boo looks at his axe and laughs quietly. "I'm not doing this to learn to care. I don't need that for this one. No, this- this is finishing what I started a long time ago.

"It's time I picked a side, Sam. Make a proper change on this server. My death meant nothing to them. But HIS will." Boo states as a fact.

Sam takes a deep breath. "Ranboo. This isn't... this isn't the way."

"How many people need to die for this to be the way? How many times does he need to kill Tommy for you to take action? Ranboo wasted his life in fear of Dream. But when everyone sees his body in the sand like mine was, this server will be peaceful again. I can move on. Whether you help me or not, I'm going, Sam."

Boo dissappears, leaving Sam at the grave of one of the few people he was sworn to protect.

He gently kneels in the still loose dirt, placing a faded flower at the base of the stone. Sam looks to Snowchester and sighs before limping back to his destroyed base.

part 2

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[6-atlas-6]

More redacted tweets ⁉️

I love making these guys

🎀: @capitalisticveins @vilf-lover @xanyiaz @plutobutartsy @morgansplace @kitheking @randomhoneybee @messenger-of-stupidity @samlizdavis @betta-phish @darlin-collins @verbal-static @puffin-smoke @cyc-chilla @themeridian @defnotayonna @pycth @wolfieisacat @shadow-collinss @whensomethingwickedcomesthisway

[bleue-flora]

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

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

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

[shadow-collinss]

I thought I was a fool for no one

David, Babe, Milo, Sam, Vincent, Porter, Avior, Geordi, Gavin, Lasko, Damien, Honey, Vega, Hush

but ooh baby I'm a fool for you

Angel, Asher, Sweetheart, Darlin', Lovely, Treasure, Starlight, Cutie, Freelancer, Dear, Huxley, Guy, Warden Doc

[damascus-crowned-king]

Incase context needs to be added

Dalmatians are the stereotypical firefighter dog

Beagles are dogs that hunt truffles which requires digging underground

Bats are up in the air (air Elemental and vampire 👀)

James is a telepath and people think that dogs can easily read humans emotions

I'm assuming the sharp needles thing is self-explanatory

Huxley is probably as big as a bear

[4teensdeath]

Hii.... haven't posted anything in awhile...

I know I've drawn him before..... buttttt I wanted to draw this whore again... (shhh I never said I hated drawing him...)

[empydoc]

"role reversal" things i think would be really cool (between listeners and speaker characters)

note: some storyline spoilers, but no recent spoilers.

freelancer having been the one in the 7/11 when them and gavin met.

pizza place worker honey who's constantly done with their job and yet doesn't do anything to change jobs.

anton being an earth elemental whilst my love is a technician. his partner's love for plants is stemmed more from his power than their own.

geordi being the one to be a little more flirty with cutie, whilst they're the more chaotically thought type. also, them hearing his unfiltered intial thoughts and getting delightfully shy/flustered about them.

socially horrific creature-like human! hush x surprisingly humanlike but out-of-this-world being! doc

bestie, who isn't too into blake after him leaving them, knowing he's going to die soon, whilst blake, who's been pining after them for ages and left for a while, notices them trying to be a little closer to him.

sam being a reckless type x darlin, knowing healing magic, ending up along with him in his ventures and healing the two of them (whilst sam somehow still ends up being the nagging sort).

vega taking on the "warden" role, even if he's still decently morally falted with warden, who's been wrongfully detained.

stealth! milo who somehow didn't notice someone getting into his apartment vs werewolf! sweetheart who just wants some answers

[asmrrpaddict]

More random head canons. Some funny, some sad, some sweet, some spicy.

Guy and Honey were each other’s first time.

Darlin’ was Sam’s first post turning.

FemSH can’t have kids.

As a human Porter had a dog named Sebastian who he nicknamed Bas.

Vincent’s favorite place hang out as a teen was the arcade.

Freelancer loves Avartar: The Last Airbender and will randomly call the D.A.M.N. crew by the characters, Damian=Zuko, (Iroh if they are training), Hux=Toph and he loves it! Dear soon became Katara, but they make a clear distinction between Aang and the Avatar. They call Lasko Aang for being an airbender, but they call themself the Avatar for using multiple elements. They also call Gavin Appa for the fact he can transport them, but Gavin pointed out that that’s not the only reason. 👀

Lasko surprised the whole crew once by greeting Damian with a Flameo Hotman! Hux and FL laughed for 10 minutes.

Asher belts Adele full volume while driving.

Hush would love pineapple pizza.

At previous Summits, if someone asked Vincent about his life before turning, he would often use plots from 80s movies.

Gavin has a secret love of anime and only Freelancer knows. Although Hux also loves anime, Gavin is still reluctant to talk about it.

Freelancer likes true crime documentaries, but turns them off if Caelum drops in.

Porter and Treasure don’t know that both of them like taking walks in the rain.

One of Angel’s favorite movies is Teen Wolf. David doesn’t know this and is confused when he finds Angel going through his yearbooks to see if he was on the basketball team.

Vega is grateful Warden stayed, but feels like they’ll never fully trust him or care about him. He doesn’t know he’s wrong.

Post Inversion effects head canons for those not in the arena:

Angel doesn’t go to bed until David gets home. They may fall asleep on the couch, but they won’t go to bed without him.

Darlin’ keeps at least one hand on Sam all night.

Baabe wakes up every time Asher gets out of bed.

Lasko, after realizing his friends still care about him and he works on not comparing their traumas, sends random checking in texts to the group chat they share.

William also sends check in texts to Sam, Vincent, and Lovely.

SH will sometimes ask Milo to shift just so they can hug his wolf form. Milo doesn’t understand why, but they love seeing him able to shift at will and is grateful his shifter form was strong enough to break the barrier and save their family.

When Milo starts to panic about anything, he goes back to SH holding him when he had his breakdown. He feels their arms around him. His heart syncing with their’s and he feels better.

Porter watched videos and got updates from William regarding the Inversion, but no matter how much he and Vincent hate each other, he still felt bad for him and Lovely for Lovely’s turning. He was surprisingly grateful Sam was there for them. The first question from his mouth however was if Lovely’s turning was consensual.

One very long sappy one to finish out so the Inversion ones aren’t the last.

When they were younger, right after Darlin’ moved to Daliah Gabe took them, David, Milo, and Asher to a movie, ice cream, and out to a place where they could shift. This gave the kids bonding time both as humans and wolves. He held races and watched Asher show Darlin’ play fighting. It took Darlin’ a while to get the hang of being around wolves their own age, but once they did they had a blast. Darlin’ started running too fast and wasn’t watching where they were going and trip hurting their leg (not bad). David ran to them and through their link kept telling them it was ok. They were ok. Darlin’ was too panicked and shaken to shift back so David stayed in wolf form with them. Gabe watched the whole time to see how David handled it once he realized Darlin’ was fine and not in any danger. David calmed them down by laying next to them and just being there listening to each other’s heartbeats. Milo and Ash on each side checking on their pack mates. Ash gave Darlin’ a little lick on their head which made them smile to themself. After they were better, David nuzzled up under Darlin’s front leg and helped them stand. Darlin’ whined as they stepped, but David had them, reassuring them the whole time as they got back to Gabe who reached into the truck and grabbed sets of clothes for each wolf. David helped Darlin’ into a covered area and once they were stable he left them to change, but came back when they were both dressed to help them to the truck. Gabe had a first aid kit ready. They got back into the truck when the teens started to go silent. Gabe glanced in the mirror to see Milo leaning on Ash’s shoulder and David and Darlin’s heads together, all sound asleep. He chuckled and drove home.

[rainystressed247]

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Surprise that there is a continuation? Me too.

P.S. I am weak to Sam dressing him gently, leave me alone in my delulu T^T

[tankwiththeangst]

I feel like every once in a while the fandom needs this reminder so I guess it’s my turn to say it….

“DARLIN” AND “DARLING” ARE TWO DIFFERENT LISTENERS!!!

Darlin is Sam’s listener, also known as Tank by the fandom

Darling is Vega’s listener, also known as Warden canonically

I can understand how you can mix it up but also… cmon guys…

BUT SOME PEOPLE DO IT ON PURPOSE!

And I’ll be reading a post or something and it’ll say “Darling and Sam” and I’ll be like WTF?!

This is why I don’t call Vega’s listener Darling, I only call them Warden

Even after saying all of this…

Someone in the fandom will be back at some point to give out the same reminder