#c!awsamdude

[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

[dsmp-archive]

My Awesamdude design

[returnsnull7404]

Painting inspired by my friend Maddie @lovelyrose20 who suggested an au with a bit of a dream/Wilbur roleswap, where one decision at one festival lead to a spiral of events that would leave Wilbur hated and imprisoned and Dream seen as the server's savior. Sam's a much kinder warden to Wilbur than he was to Dream in canon, both from his old relationship with Wilbur’s father and circumstances meaning that Sam simply wasn't as close to many of the people Wilbur hurt as he was with those dream hurt in Canon. All of this is to say, Sam hangs out with Wilbur in his cell pretty frequently, this is one of their hangout sessions where Wilbur happens to be getting into the topic of where he got all that TNT for the terrorism he was imprisoned for.

[imagines-babes]

Euthanasia (aweSamdude)

Hello, today's story is about the song in the title. Euthanasia by Wil Wood. The definition of the word is towards the end of the story. But feel free to search it up. I do hope you enjoy this story. See you next week

Sam list Masterlist

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Waking up from the bed, the bed is comfortable and sleep was the best that I've had in many weeks. The colors around me were brighter. Not dull. It was funny. Hearing someone approach my door with the smell of food. Standing up to open the door to see him. With two plates and a smile. 'Sam you know you didn't have to do this you know.' He gives a laugh. 'Why not? Today just feels like one of those special days.' It's a Special Day. I was concerned about what day it was. So for my special day, we did everything I love. We went to get some food. We went to the beach. We went to play at the beach. We went to the park. Went for a walk. Towards the end of the day, we notice a carnival. This is when some things change. We paid for the tickets usually at a carnival there would be lines and people talking. But now it was just us. I meant I wasn't complaining but it was off. As if it was a dream. Sam continues to take me to each of them. Till it was time for the ferries wheel. There was a slight sting to my arm as I jerked it away from Sam. 'I'm sorry I don't know why I did that.' I give a slight smile to Sam he nods. Getting closer to the wheel two familiar faces appear as I ran to hug them both. My parents. They hug me deeply as I cried with joy. Sam was behind me as he held my hand once more and then showed me to our seats. Once he got in the ride started and the sting in my arm slowed my breathing. Then it clicked where I was. Looking over to Sam as he stared in front. 'I'm guessing you figured what's happening,' He asked me. Slowly I nodded. 'How long have I been like this?' He took a breath. '5 weeks almost was 6. But he thought it was time. He never left your side you know.' Placing my head on his shoulder while my eyes started to get drowsy. 'I didn't expect him to leave but if this is how it ends. Will I be able to see him one last time?' My eye stayed closed this time with Sam kissing my head.

That was all in y/n mind. They were in a coma. The reason why was because when they were heading to Sam's house. A car passes a red light hitting them. That accident was over 5 weeks ago. Sam never left their side or even the hospital. He held their hand and just stare at them. He wanted y/n to wake up from this coma they were in. He would give anything to just see their eye or hear them talk once more. He loves them deeply. The doctor would come in to check the pulse writing it on their clipboard. The doctor notice how y/n heartbeat was slowed down by each day. But they weren’t the only ones to notice. He notices it. He notices it going slower. He knew y/n didn't want the pain for him. So the Doctor told Sam there was a way to let him go as painlessly as possible. Euthanasia. It is a drug they use to let the patient die in their sleep. Or the medical definition is the painless killing of a patient suffering from an incurable and painful disease or in an irreversible coma. Sam had to make a decision. Y/n didn’t have no parents. Y/n was adopted by an old couple. The couple died when y/n was 20. So he thought it was time for y/n to go. He knew if y/n was alive that they wouldn't want to let him suffer. On a Tuesday afternoon, the doctor came and put the needle into her arm. They waited to hear the heart monitor goes slower by the second. Sam just stares at y/n with the echoes of the monitor going silent. He held their hand and cried. His mom was behind him rubbing his back. The doctor left them to be.

After an hour, Sam left y/n side and drove to a cliff to oversee the city. Turning off the car as he walks out sitting near the edge. There were things Sam wanted to do with them, wanted to say to them, wanted to live by them, and wanted to grow old with them. He cried on that hill with the sun starting to set. There was walking that was coming towards him. He felt someone next to him take a deep breath. 'I couldn't leave you without saying goodbye.' He knew that voice in an instant but didn't believe it was them. 'Samuel you did the right thing of letting them do that... I didn't want you to suffer more and drag me on.' He turns to the side. He saw their eyes. How innocent their eyes were. How gorgeous they look. How this was gonna be the last they would see each other. 'Would this be the last time I see you,' he asked. With y/n nods, 'Yes but maybe I will appear in your dreams. But Sam I will be there for you not physically but spiritually I will. We had many memories and I want you to cherish them. And whenever your time here is done I will be waiting for you. But you should find someone and start a family. You will be the best dad I know.' Y/n brought up their hand to try and feel his cheek but all he felt was coldness. The sun was setting as the moon rises slowly. Y/n looked towards the sun as they look back at Sam. 'It's time for me to leave,' they stood as he did the same. 'Thank you, Sam,' y/n says with a soft smile as they turn away from him but stop, ' I love you, Sam.' With that, they continue to walk then slowly vanish with the moon appearing. He stares in the direction they left in. With one final breath, ' I love you y/n'

[error-dream-was-found]

Did it take a month? Yes ...

Was it worth it? Totally!

I'm proud to announce that after many hardships, we finally did it! The fic is complete now! 🥳

If you haven't read this story yet I certainly recommend you do so now, we provide a lot of crack, fluff and angst to enjoy 😉

In case you have any questions regarding the lore both me and @bleue-flora are happy to answer 💙

So, me and @midnight-fangirl01 were feeling left out in all the October themed c!Dream fun. So, we decided to join in with a more crack version of Techno's haunted house inspired by @airrec's work nursed it well (or died) and the Counting Crows poem (aka One For Sorrow nursery rhyme. And like crazy people, we are going to do a chapter a day till Halloween.

Techno gets a new ghosty roomie and he's not mad about it. Though the same can't be said for his visitors.

[azurecake16]

I think i would make Gl!ranboos mask, the only reason I cant is my one spare black mask has already been hot glued and painted for a c!awsamdude cosplay and I refuse to get rid of it (need it for a con)

[kikioffe-prime]

I'm in a mood to write sooo here is s2 au shit thing idk I have too many idea in my brain rot of a brain andYeas c! Dream will suffer

He rested on his bed slowly drifting away. This day was a pretty long one compare to most days. He was mining with Tubbo. The Ram is pretty talkative.Dream likes him a lot. They brought a lot of iron and gold, some diamonds and emeralds found theyr way too but not much for a set or three for them all.

He was resting. Letting his body deep into a state of unawarness. Then he found himself in void. Before him was someone. Someone Dream never saw before. They looked like a ghost from theyr lack of color. They looked awfull. The amount of scars on theyr body was awfull. But it wasn't whether got his attention. No. It was the eyes. The exact same he had. Shinning brightly through the mess of long hair. They looked defeated. Weak.

"Hello there, new me "

The voice was the exact same as his, but a bit more echoi. 'New me' . It made Dream confused. So confused

"... You don't get it do you? You will understand in no time.... No matter what you do, do NOT use the revive book it ma-

They were cut short. Dream was dragged deeper down. He felt hitting the ground. He was laying on obsidian. On flating obsidian. He got up looked down to see a place be bombed. People be murdered. Withers kill anything that had life in it. People fight, scream, cry. He watched. He couldn't get up. He could only watch. He couldn't do anything else. He turned his head around he saw a man in a green hoodie stand further away from him. He had a white mask with a smiley face on it. Dream wanted to leave. He wanted to leave so bad. He couldn't bring himself to listen to death. Death scared him, it scared him alot. Then he felt get ripped apart.

He shot awake with sweat and tears rolling down his face. Tommy run into the room holding a fire aspect enchanted sword. He looked around just to see Dream hyper ventilating , deep in panick.

Tommy put the sword into his inventory, slowly made his way to Dream. The man was holding his head, knees to his chest and eyes completely shut. Tommy took Dream hands. He was shacking. It must have been a very terrible nightmare.

"hey Dream .. It's okey you are safe. You had a nightmare okey? It was just a nightmare. I'm still here, Tubbo is still here too. Just breath okey? Slowly breath in and out. "

Dream listened, slowly calming down. He felt exhausted. He wanted to forget what he saw. It felt real, too real. Tommy was reassuring him that he was okey. That he was home.

"What.... What time is it? I must have woken you up... "

"Ehh I was actually working on a new potion recipe when I heard you scream. I thought you were in deathly danger that's why I grabbed the sword.Annnd it's 2 am.You might wanna try to go back to sleep. I can stay here if you need it. "

"... "

"What's up with that face? Come on, you want me to stay but you don't want to look weak? You aren't weak. You are tired, you are just tired.Thats means I'm staying here until you fall alseep"

"I don't think.... That i-

"Then I will try to find a way to get you to sleep"

Tommy stayed. It didn't take long for hi. To fall asleep though. Dream couldn't sleep. He had hi seyes closed, he was laying down. He was breathing properly but he just couldn't let himself rest. Even for a moment. He layed there for hours until the morning sun came up. He was tired. So tired.

It repeated for weeks. Similar layout. The "old himself" warning him of things he shouldn't do. "Do not trust Puffy, it isn't her" "be weary of AwSamDude" "Don't play with death" and so on, later was him being shown the same man doing everything to hurt everyone. Always a tragedy shown to be caused by the man.

One night was different. It was one of the last ones. The man was in prison. Dream thought it ment a happy ending. That it was the end. He was standing before him. He looked sad. Dream couldn't feel pity for him in the slightest.

Behind him was a wall of lava. It began to lower itself. In the distance he saw two people. One of them he presuems is the 'AwSamDude' but the other he doesn't recognize.The second man was very professionaly dressed, as if he was going on a business meeting or worked for the mafia. He had a big scar going from his mouth all over his left eye. The man scared Dream. He didn't know why, but nothing good was coming. He stood on a platform that began to move. He was holding a briefcase.

Dream's fear of him was very much justified. The only could watch as he tor apart the man Dream swore to hate. Once it was over he could only watch the mangle mess that he was turned into. He was breathing. Somehow he was still alive.

He shot awake. It was horrifing. What he saw was wrong, So wrong. The rest of the final nights were filled with slow decay of the man. From someone Dream feared to someone he began to feel pity for. He shouldn't. He know he shouldn't.

The final night was only him and the old himself. Over time the ghost of the other was fading. This time. Nothing was going to interfere. He saw what happened. He saw as him and someone who looked just like Tommy finnaly found a way out. He saw how the nuke hit. He saw the obsidian be turned to dust.

"It's the end. Sorry for the trouble. You had to know. I had no other choice. Hey.... Thank you for lasting. Thank you for listening. Take rest now"

There was a long pouse before the other continued

"Check your inventory"

He woke up as the sun was going up. He slept. He actually slept. The sky was blue. He heard a knock to the door. It slowly opened. It was Tubbo.

"Hi bossman.I made some food....Oh you just woke up? Did you rest well? The last weeks you looked like a zombie. "

"Yea, I did. I think. What did you make? "

"Oh some rabbit stew. Get up its slowly getting cold"

"I'm coming, just give me a minute. "

Tubbo left. Dream was now sitting holding his head. "Check your inventory" was repeating in his head. So he checked it. There was something new. A book. The revive book. It made him sick. He was being something he shouldn't use. He shouldn't know the knowledge in it. He was told that there are only 2 ways of keeping the book from anyone else. Memorize it Or keep it in a enderchest. If he was silent.If He just didn't tell anyone. He could memorize it and keep everyone safe. That thing was cursed. It was a curse.

He was silent about it. Never telling anyone. He could finnaly rest. He was sleeping more but he still was using the night as a way to leant without anyone watching. He was hundred percent sure that he wasn't seen. That no one knew. And once he was able to write it down anywhere. He burned the book in a lava pool. Never to be read again. Never to be known. He was going to take this knowledge to his grave it mental keep the server safe.

He was so sure no one knew. That no one saw it.Yet he didnt suspect Tommy.He didnt suspect the blonde.

[insomniaccipher]

I posted 100 times in 2022

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I tagged 99 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 64 characters

#moments like this remind me eret is related to herobrine somehow

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#5

Perfect summary of the lore XD

24 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#4

Okay, first of all: The Sass

A good chunk of the cast have such unbridled sass and I still love it. Like early season 3 Jay had almost no fucks and Alex had even less fucks (and braincells). Then there is Tim who had no fucks to begin with (which just, same dude)

I'm just gonna talk until someone tells me to stop (or until I bring up my shitty oc but we don't talk about them)

26 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

#3

Right so far,

- C!Mumza hasn't left her death realm in a long time and hasn't had mortal food for a bit either

- While C!Mumza is in C!Phil's body he is seems to just be in the vibing in the back of the mind

- C!Phil has told C!Mumza about L'manhole

- Someone donated with the idea that C!Mumza drinks to feel more human

- Finally C!Phil said he doesn't know what she was up to so safe to say he's "asleep" in the back of the mind

27 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

#2

"I need to show people that they are able to trust me"

"I think this is a way I can redeem myself" (talking about saving Michael)

"I've only ever wanted to help people"

This is why I love how Eret portrays their character, that their character still feels bad about the original betrayal even though I don't think anyone is mad at them anymore, I 100% may be wrong.

87 notes - Posted January 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

HOLY FUCK! I'M DEAD!

283 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

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[waywardnajsepticeye]

So, we got Team Nevadas.

Quackity: The girlboss leader

Wilbur Soot: The Dream stan that is still the beloved meow meow of the fandom

Fundy: His sleep paralysis demon follows him in his dreams and in real life

Purpled: The fourth manipulated minor

Charlie Slimecicle: Gloop gloop that wants to have a good time

Foolish: The totem god had a metaphorical Twitter thread made on him. Free him.

Sam: The parental figure who thinks he is the law

Schlatt isn’t there but he’s still apart of the team.

[heartrevoked]

i think c!awsamdude is super interesting actually!!

cw: torture, abuse/neglect || all /rp & abt the characters not ccs

there is a lot of time spent in the dsmp fandom claiming that certain characters are morally grey, and while i have my own gripes with how that phrase is often misused and overused, man i think sam really exemplifies being morally grey to a tee, and it has an interesting execution!!

he’s in such a peculiar situation, he’s head of an inescapable prison that he built from the ground up, that only houses one prisoner; an abuser that the whole server hates and wants locked up, who’s only alive because he has the power to revive people. oh yeah and that dickhead was the one whole commissioned the prison in the first place. which on it’s own is already a super interesting premise!

i personally think that sam has good intentions, he doesn’t do things out of greed, but more of a desire to keep others safe or out of a sense of duty, an obligation to his position of being the warden. he has such a strong sense of obligation to being the warden and protecting people that it can be a fault. we see this when he’s faced with the ultimate trolly problem; getting tommy out of the prison cell but with the risk of letting dream out vs making sure dream stays in and can’t hurt anyone else in the sever (he can revive people, so he’s free to murder) and he chooses the later, in the process leaving tommy stuck with his abuser, where he eventually gets beaten to death. he protected the rest of the server but at what cost.

something i’ve noticed about sam is how his actions tend to be passive. for example; not giving dream food. it’s a form or neglect which is passive abuse, a lack of meeting a physical need rather then an active action. (note: neglect is still just as bad as more active forms of abuse!! and it should be taken just as seriously, i’m only bringing it up to show a pattern of behaviour that sam displays) he doesn’t physically torture dram, but gives quackity the tools and turns a blind eye. he has a vary serious and no nonsense persona as ‘the warden’ a stark contrast to his usual friendly personality, shifting his sometimes cruel actions onto the persona, away from him as a person.

but recently there’s been a bit of a shift, ponk stole sam’s warden cards, and his response was to hunt him down, torture him and rip off his arm. we’ve always known that sam takes his warden duties extremely seriously but i don’t think any of us would have predicted that he’d chop of the arm of his close companion and valentine.

what lead to this suddenly more actively violent sam? well, we all saw how he reacted when tommy was killed because sam didn’t get hi, out of that cell, he truly failed tommy and being particularly responsible for your friends death has to have an huge effect on you mentally, especially being someone so dedicated to your duty as sam is. paired with getting used to having a separate scary persona that you associate your wrongdoings with.. and then there’s the egg that possessed him at one point (remember when he cannibalised himself??) and just the weight of being responsible for the one guy who if let out could go ona. whole torture murder spree- what i’m saying is: things have been building up and it’s all starting to take a tile and really distort sam.

sam has gone from basically switching the lever on the trolly problem to passively facilitating abuse if it will help keep others safe to chopping off his closest confidant’s arm to get back cards he needs for his duty as warden and it’s scary as fuck!! he wants to keep dream in the prison to keep the rest of the server safe but he’s come to the point where he will hurt others in order to keep everyone in the server safe and i honestly don’t know what will happen if he keeps going down this road.

and i mean sam nook is also cool so there’s that!

[catboy-jam]

DSMP SPOLIERS

if sam hadnt been corrupted by power and grief and let quackity torture dream in prison dream probably wouldn’t have taken ghostbur hostage and revived him so he could leave. like, mans let quackity go in there with a netherite axe &sword, and shears, but the minute tommy tries to do the same? he screams at him to shut up and that everything is his fault like damn bro u rlly gonna blame it all on a traumatized teen and not ur shitty prison security? SOMEONE COULD EASILY GET IN THERE WITH INVIS BRU---

[sweet-maple-sunflower]

My [un]finished sympohony! It’s finally done!

This is an original composition for the Dream SMP I created for one of my finals. It features Ranboo, Tommy, Tubbo and it’s about how Dream has always had control over the server as their God of Chaos. 

[g-g-gh00st]

I feel like the previous post didn’t really convey how tall bbh is let me elaborate with some other designs because it do be like that

[angelcorebabyowo]

Unpopular opinion

Sam was legit just doing his job both Tommy & Ghostbur

A) signed the book

&

b) AGREED to the context of said book

Meaning that they knew the dangers and repercussions of their actions.

Sam was simply doing what he had to, albeit a bit harshly, make sure that dream was kept in the prison and everything

[niko-ro]

....

man

that was my comfort character c!Sam+c!Quackity not very poggers

/rp

[napstawantstosleep]

Tw// I'd say a lil bit of blood and eyestrain (nothing much but aye)

A lil comic I had in mind for a month haha hope you like le big sad and I wish y'all nice tears :]