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polinamory · 17 hours
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Pandora's Vault, but all the visitors except Quackity are Dream's hallucinations. Pandora's vault, but Dream talks to Sapnap and George for hours, and then finds himself in an empty cell. Pandora's Vault, but Dream throws buttons torn from his shirt at Quackity every time he comes to him to make sure that he is real. Pandora's Vault, but Sam hears Dream arguing with himself for hours, sometimes loudly shouting Tommy's name. Pandora's Vault, but Dream is petting a nonexistent cat, not understanding why Sam is looking at him so worriedly. Pandora's Vault, but hallucination faces are getting more and more blurred because he can't remember exactly what his friends looked like. Pandora's Vault, but Punz's voice is the only reason he continues to survive in this hell 💥💥💥💥💥
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bleue-flora · 5 months
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“There are some snakes that just bite. Pure evil. But they weren’t always that way. You made them that way by treating them like that’s what they always were.” — Dream —
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After, I don’t know how many hours, I would like to present what post-prison c!Dream basically looks like in my mind.
things you may not have noticed:
- His hair is cc!Dream’s color with grey roots from malnutrition, white streaks from the revive book testing, and a red tinge because the blood from months of torture dyed his hair due to only having hot water to clean it and the malnutrition making his hair more porous.
- The mask is literally the smile from his profile and the green is the same shade as his Minecraft skin.
- His armor and weapon colors are also actually taken from Minecraft enchanted netherite.
- His armor is a bit mismatched and ragged because this is not his nice shiny Nightmare gear, but the no doubt less OP and more hastily thrown together set after prison.
- You may notice he has a more almost feminine frame. This is because given his frequent twerking I imagine he was rather curvy before being starved in prison.
{things you can’t see but in my mind are there: his eyes are of course green behind the mask and I was going to put one of his dead parrot’s feathers in his hair but it didn’t look right, so just imagine it’s there.}
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iced-sweet-dt · 27 days
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The MCYT build contest discourse currently.
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elmhat · 5 months
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// dsmp rp
How to make a hell into a home:
Secure the perimeter. Seal off old exits and conceal the new ones. No one should see you enter or leave, but that's not a problem if you never leave.
Evict the current resident. It's a transaction: an eye for an eye, an eye for a year. A year for a fortress. You've won the trade. He won't talk.
Don't go back to your old room. It's empty now, but sometimes it doesn't feel that way.
Ignore the mining fatigue. It's easy to get used to it again, given time. To encourage this endurance, never travel more than ten minutes outside the bounds of its effects. Endurance builds strength.
Look elsewhere for food. Potatoes are inefficient; try golden apples instead. Magic is a valuable substitute for nutrition.
Dispose of the gifts that get left by the front door. They seem to be coming from the mansion nearby, little baskets of breads and cheeses and bandages. It could be poisoned. Throw it into the sea, and make sure he sees you doing it.
Don't go back to your old room.
Decorate. A bed, some chests, armor. Weapons. No need to remove the stalactites; most of the building is redundant. Plants look nice.
Did you ever leave your old room?
Quackity, Las Nevadas, Purpled, Quackity. George. Quackity, Quackity, Quackity.
Get out. (Quackity.)
Fail.
Run.
Don't leave. Quackity will see if you leave. Quackity will come. Everything you need is in here; it will become your world. The outside isn't dangerous if there is no outside.
Go back to your old room. You think you've always known that it's where you have to die.
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Welcome to the Pandora's Vault Archive!
Reblogging art and writing related to the one and only block game prison.
Submissions
If you would like to submit a piece of art or writing, be it your own or someone else's, just send in an ask with a link. I won't respond to the ask directly, but I'll give it a look over. Please be aware that not all submissions might be accepted. To increase your chances, please check the guidelines below before submitting.
Guidelines
For now, this blog is specifically for art and writing (mostly fic). Due to the sheer volume of prison analysis posted on tumblr, I probably won't be reblogging many analysis posts at this time.
Submissions should be directly related to Pandora's Vault. While I might branch out to other dreblr topics at some point, I'd like to maintain this focus for now.
Submissions should be c!Dream-sympathetic or at least not outright c!Dream-negative. This is primarily a space for c!Dream enjoyers.
IMPORTANT - Warnings
Due to the large number of posts reblogged here, I might not be able to appropriately tag trigger warnings for each one. Before you choose to follow, please be aware that this blog is likely to feature media involving torture, violence, blood, abuse, self-harm, food issues, and other themes relating to Pandora's Vault.
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#c!techno
#c!tommy
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Archive run by @elmhat!
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ph0bianf · 3 months
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Sad prison guy :(
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theminecraftbox · 1 month
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Obviously a lot of focus is put (reasonably!) on the brutality of c!Quackity’s torture as the major focus of the interrogation. But there's something more frightening to me about thinking about the ways in which c!Sam, unlike Quackity, never gave up.
Torture isn’t a very effective way to get information. But relentless interrogation, asking the same questions over and over, pressuring someone, making them believe that there’s no way other than to tell you, very much is. Even before we had confirmation from Daedalus that Sam asked Dream for the book after every visit from Quackity, the way that Sam asked for the book after Techno's escape, after Quackity had left, hit in a way totally different. Absolutely brutal, especially because I don't think it was a particularly thought-through move from Sam.
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simplepotatofarmer · 8 months
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c!sam canonically starved c!dream in the prison. every single day i and the rest of dreblr continue to be proven right.
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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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sumwan · 3 months
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Currently rewriting Pandora's Vault's wiki page, but this (old) part of the page will never stop being funny:
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The fact that they're listing c!Dream's "crimes" as the reason for his imprisonment when it was only the revival book that made the server decide to lock him up. The fact that c!Dream self-harming in lava is stated as him "trying to escape". The fact that the torture or any of the other human rights violations are not mentioned at all. It's only four sentences and there's so much wrong here, it's hilarious.
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bleue-flora · 1 month
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Wait... Dream was born on August 12, 1999 and Dream was arrested in the Disc Finale on January 20, 2021 soo... wait, wait, wait, that means he was only 21 when he was imprisoned for life in a small lava covered box!... Did I do that math right? 21?! Man was barely able to drink legally in the United States and they gave him a life sentence in a boiling cell with nothing but lava, raw potatoes, a clock, and some books?!... oh my god...
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color-fulness · 5 months
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Hi.
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elmhat · 10 months
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// dsmp rp
“Truth or dare?”
Dream groaned, letting his head thunk back against the obsidian. “I’m not answering your questions, Techno.”
“So… dare?” Techno raised an eyebrow.
“No! We’re not playing this stupid game!”
They fell back into silence. This was the way of things, it seemed; long stretches of mind-numbing nothingness, broken only intermittently when one of them—almost always Techno—decided to try to make light conversation. The attempts never lasted long.
Techno leaned back against the cell wall, closing his eyes. He often slept sitting up like this. Sometimes, Dream wished he could do the same; it felt less vulnerable than lying down. He looked down at his hands, limp and twisted on his lap, and he groaned again. “Okay, okay. Truth or dare?”
He didn’t miss the way the corners of Techno’s mouth lifted. “Truth.”
There were a lot of things Dream could ask him. Actually, the choice was kind of overwhelming; for all of Techno’s inane ramblings and tangents, he rarely ever talked about himself. And then there was everything that had happened on the server while Dream had been in here, every person and problem he hadn’t been updated on—but then again, he probably didn’t need a truth or dare question to find that out.
“Why did you come to visit me?” he asked.
Techno didn’t really react to the question; he might have been expecting it. “Because Quackity told me to.”
“But there’s no way you just— no. You’re not dumb enough to think it wasn’t a trap.”
“I did think it was a trap,” Techno assured him. “Quackity is a suspicious guy, Dream. He’s pretty sus.”
Dream scoffed. “But you don’t even have a way out. Like— you don’t just walk into traps.”
“Traps can be pretty pog.” Techno shrugged, grinning. “See, we’re havin’ so much fun right now.”
Dream waited for him to explain himself, to tell him literally anything else, but he obviously didn’t. He should have expected it by now. But they had been here for so long together, sealed into a tomb of Dream’s own design, and it was getting hard to ignore how much that fact was weighing on him. Techno had no way out. They were going to die here, and no matter which way Dream looked at it, it was always going to be his fault.
“Dare,” he said.
For once, Techno actually looked surprised—but not unhappy. After a moment of hesitation, he reached into the chest, retrieving a potato. “I dare you to eat this,” he said, throwing across the cell.
Dream, predictably, failed to catch it. He picked it up from the floor, giving Techno a look. “We need to be saving these.”
“Bro, you haven’t eaten in, like, two days. Which might be a complete guess, because I have no idea what time it is, but that’s really not the point. It’s gotta be days. Surely.”
“I have, though! I’ve been eating.”
Techno stared at him, expression blank, and Dream had never known a blank expression could look so incredulous. “Wow, it’s a good thing you didn’t say truth, Dream, because you would’ve just lost right there.”
“You’re so annoying,” Dream muttered.
But he ate the potato anyway. And when Techno laughed, Dream couldn’t help but wonder if he wasn’t the only one who had lied.
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monsterritory · 1 year
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Things I didn’t finish drawing this year part 1 of many 
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ameiniateria · 21 days
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Very unfinished, but I like my composition here (for once haha)
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percy-ils · 5 months
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thinking about how hopeless c!dream must have felt in Pandora when Sam stopped letting visitors in, when Sam stopped replacing the clock, when his food supply started being cut short, when he started burning himself for some kind of stimulation, when Quackity started coming in, when Techno entered the cell, when Quackity was about to kill Techno, when Techno disappeared, when Sam found him in the toilet hole, when the glass got installed like woah. just a whole cruel circle of hopelessness
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