#dsmp Sam

[kay-then-i-guess]

Roleshuffle, Part 55!

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[sakurasuu]

Interrogation.

[idiot-mushroom]

making more character designs for these block people

[snekky-arts]

i received another vision

and i'm back on my DSMP bs i guess

Original photo below

[kenjo-arts]

[kromazque]

🔱The Warden🔱

time taken: 4h 26m

speedpaint: coming soon

notes: im here now

[sethdomain]

what the fuck is wrong with him

[jubmato]

i have never really drawn csam before. or ctechno. or cbad for that matter. outside of a shitpost like 2 years ago. this was also all done in one sitting so there are deffo mistakes but i cant be arsed to fix them

i managed to hit 30 tags on this btw. ive never done that before. wild

[sugarnies]

C!Sam doodles design:)

And some lore jashja 💚

Inspired by my creeper designs where they have dark fangs and a mouth that looks like a void where you can't easily see them. Also, my idea of creepers is that these have fangs that they will use them as threat at the beginning (biting /showing them) and attack as warning or territory, but very rarely will explode (it is like their last option just like bees with their sting).

In the case of C! Sam, he can create a protective layer in his body that will give him a green appearance like creepers and that will protect him when he is created explosions after detonating the explosive powder in his mouth with clicks like a lighter (inspired a lil there by dunmeshi💜), his eyes will become dark and show his fangs threateningly.

(When the explosive powder turns on, it generates the sound that creepers makes)

Buuuut, the layer of his body has a limit by detonation impact, that is, it will be wearing up the more he creates explosions, when this occurs his skin is exposed and can be damaged (it can be regenerated but sometimes when he's very tired, sick or in general in bad health, it usually takes much more or simply does not cure easy and need healing assistant)

(the doodle may be not that coherent with the wounds jajsjs I made it quick and leave it like that, but just to have an idea)

C!Sam uses the protective layer as a shield against attacks and not only for his explosions. He usually avoids exploding because it can be very risky for those who are close. He still fails to control the entire level of his explosions (they can be small or larger, it is random or depending on his emotions), it may be lack of practice, and that is why he usually chooses to use other methods as complementary weapons In addition to using his big bite if necessary.

In addition, when he attacks flooded by his emotions, he act under the nature of a creeper, so he becomes more impulsive and aggressive. When this occurs C!Sam takes advantage of his four arms and strong bite to sustain/immobilize another and then explode to damage/unlive the pray

But how could this little guy hurt someone? 💚🤏🏼🥺 (Aksjjsja anyways, let me know what do you think and if you have any other questions or something:) I love to read yall aksnjadjn)

[its-coffeetime]

Prompt Week 3 Comfy-vember: “I’ve got you”

Prompt list belongs to @comfy-vember

— Neither Sam nor anyone else expected to find any survivors...what had once been the Valley of Silence was now covered in feet of snow, but his dog, Steve, started digging in the snow.

He had found something, or rather, someone. A child or a teenager, he wasn't sure yet... and to everyone's surprise, he was alive, barely... but breathing.—

[kay-then-i-guess]

Roleshuffle, part 49!

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[ethogirltournament]

I have decided I will probably stop doing descriptions, instead I may do little commentary, I guess? I did it before however I was leaving claw marks in the ground gripping onto pretending I wasn’t. I’ll do descriptions if I can do good ones though. I can’t this time sadly I know very few things, as always

I have to thank Minecraft, the game is good but the creators are better I would watch them play almost anything(Gem please upload your next dredge vod please please please please) Sam is silly and also in charge of a prison from a server I try to block out that I watched. I do miss Techno though, rip. Nothing I have said is at all relevant to who is more of an ethogirl, I’m sure you are all so incredibly happy

[bluerasbunny]

and what if i make another ref sheet. in other words here's sam!!

[petre-talks-minecraft]

That "It doesn't have to be like that, Ponk has two hands oh wait he doesn't weird how that works huh Sam?" meme is to this day the singular funniest thing to come out of DSMP and that alone would be enough to be forever grateful

[writing-oof]

fox fundy on the run (ft dream team)

(Shapeshifter fox-Fundy is running for his life when he slams into the lives of the Dream team.)

[Fundy wants to stay quiet, doesn't want to be found, but when the quieter person calls, "Is someone there?" he can't help the creeping whine. That's all he's been doing lately; whining. He chokes on his own cry, but it doesn't make it any less loud.

"Is that a fox?"]

Fundy runs.

He's always been fast and he's always had a [penchant] for getting himself into trouble, so he's lived his life--a whole [small number] years--quick on his feet. It's not unusual for Fundy to be running, so he tries not to be too hurt when his Robin friend doesn't even try to see if he's okay as he runs through the woods.

Admittedly, he isn't running very well with his left leg half-mangled from a bear trap, but he's still fast enough. The Hunter and his hound run behind him, but Fundy doesn't let the distance close between them even as his leg screams in protest. He tries to keep as much weight off of it as he can, but adrenaline pounds in his veins and the hound barks really close.

Fundy grits his teeth and races through the woods with everything he has, the trees rushing past him in a blur. His ears flick, trying to hear past the air whipping his hair around.

At some point, the Oak trees blur into Cedar and shift into Pine in a desperate race of fear. Fundy won't get caught, no matter how small or how hurt he is, because he promised his dad he would never let the bad guys get him.

Fundy's eyes blow wide when the horizon shifts again and he spots a trail of smoke in the distance. Hopefully, a fire means a camp and a camp will mean a good hiding spot. Fundy knows that he can't run forever, but he once hid for twenty whole minutes before.

He really hopes there's a hiding spot he can fit into. He's not tiny, with his teeth twisted into fangs and his skin pulled into fur. Hopefully, he can find a place to hide until he can change again.

Fundy turns his path toward the smoke, eventually finding the trail in the sky drifting down to connect to a chimney.

The house has a hundred places to hide, he bets!

He hurries toward it, his eyes blowing wide as he catches sight of the shining pieces of glass strung up on tree branches in front of the house.

He's so caught up in watching the house and its glass that he doesn't even notice the fenced gate around it until he slams into it. The air rushes out of his lungs and he lies there, his eyes on the sky as he struggles to get breath back into his lungs.

Past the ringing in his ears, he can hear the Hunter's hound coming for him, ready to sink its teeth into his throat so the man can break his neck and rip the fur right off of him.

If the traders he's met were telling the truth, fox fur sells for a lot.

Fundy whines, the sound caught high in his throat. His eyes burn, tears welling behind them.

He's so stupid!

So stupid of him to be caught, so stupid of him to run without looking and step on that trap, so stupid of him to be shifted at all. And now he's stuck and he's probably going to die and--

He whines again, crying out dad, dad, dad and come find me, I'm lost, I'm scared.

No one answers his call. The last time he saw either of his parents was when they were executed. He has extended family somewhere, but his dad promised they wouldn't ever find him. At the time, it was a comfort that they couldn't rat him out even if they wanted to. Now, Fundy knows it just means that he isn't getting out of this, no matter how much he cries.

Bootsteps crunch on leaves and he can hear the Hunter getting closer. He tries to bury a whine and closes his eyes, already imagining the hound tearing his throat out with a snap of its jaws. He thanks the gods it hasn't happened yet, and barely dares to hope that they won't find him, lying exposed.

Metal creaks, probably some sick machine to pry the skin of his bones, and he can distantly make out people talking.

"--ally going to be nothing there," someone says with a tired laugh, "We're in the middle of nowhere, Gogy. If there is anything, it's gonna be a bear or something."

Fundy screws his eyes shut tighter, wishing he had his hands so he could cover his mouth and smother the whimper of fear that pulls free from his chest when he hears the footsteps coming closer.

"Be quiet," someone else says, their voice soft and quiet, and it takes Fundy far too long to realize that the Hunter hasn't picked up a friend somewhere and that it's the owners of the house approaching him instead.

Not that that's necessarily any better for him. They might still skin him, or eat him for dinner. If any people would eat foxes, it's probably weirdos with glass trees in the middle of the woods.

Fundy wants to stay quiet, doesn't want to be found, but when the quieter person calls, "Is someone there?" he can't help the creeping whine. That's all he's been doing lately; whining. He chokes on his own cry, but it doesn't make it any less loud.

"Is that a fox?"

Fundy opens his eyes, snapping his head to spot the two approachers instinctively, wincing when it pulls on his aching ribs. He must've hit that fence really hard.

A blonde-haired blur of a man looks at him bewilderedly. Next to him, a shorter, brown-haired blur looks at Fundy with a keen sort of interest.

Fundy shudders, whining again when it jostles his ribs.

"Not a fox," the brown haired man says and Fundy freezes because he might have been about to be skinned, but he's pretty sure people don't torture foxes for fun. He can still remember the swing of the hammer and the crunch of the nails digging through bone and the screams of his parents. Gunpowder and ash crawled up his lungs like vines as he hid in the crowd and, now, his breath catches in his chest. Thankfully, the man continues, "It's a baby. Look, it's so tiny."

------

"We are not bringing a wild animal inside," the blonde man says and his companion snorts.

"Sapnap would kill us," the blonde argues, but the brown-haired man just looks at him pointedly.

"Fine," the blonde man says after a moment, tossing his hands in the air, "but I'm not grabbing it. You can get rabies if you want, but I'm not."

The brown-haired man just smiles, like he's got exactly what he wanted, and coos at Fundy like he's a kitten.

He looks like Quackity, right after he'd pulled a fast one on Wilbur and drained a third of their savings.

Fundy decides, in that moment, that he absolutely is going to bite the man, rabies or not.

------

So, maybe biting the people who he needed to not kill him wasn't a great idea.

Fortunately, the two humans living in the middle of the woods far, far away from people are not the brightest and they bring him into their house despite his vehement protests.

They eventually wrangle him into a cat carrier, which isn't the most undignified thing Fundy's had happen to him in the past week, but he still screams like he's dying. Their actual cat fears no god and bats at him through the wire mesh on the door of the cage. Fundy presses his face against the bars and the cat rubs her cheek against his.

Fundy stops screaming if only to avoid bothering the cat, and he sulks, settling down on the soft blanket they'd left for him and pointedly avoiding the pee-pads. He isn't a baby. He's not going to just piss all over their house.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, that is a brilliant idea.

He is going to destroy their house, the second they let him out.

Fundy smirks and the cat hisses at him like she knows what he's thinking.

…

Fundy cannot believe his luck.

He gets his leg splinted and his ribs checked because the shorter man, apparently named George, is--miraculously--a biologist. Dream, the blonde guy, mutters that biology and veterinary science are very different fields, but he gets a pillow to the face and a stern glare for his efforts. 

The two of them barely bat an eye when Fundy gnaws on their furniture and swipes at their ankles and throws up breathlessly on the floor, though that part hadn't actually been on purpose. Fundy prefers to think of it as a happy accident, especially when he got to watch them argue over who had to clean it up.

Still, they don’t seem interested in hurting the equally helpless and destructive fox kit. They even give him some species-friendly treats when he finally settles down, feeding him pieces of apple and raspberries in a small cat bowl.

The brown-haired human coos quietly as he laps up handfuls of berries.

Unfortunately, it is very difficult to remember to keep his guard up and Fundy barely remembers to glare tiredly when the blonde human finally stops feigning disinterest and scoops the kit up in his arms.

[vibe w/ d team

see dream do magic

witch? fae? doesn matter fundy can shift

he does!]

He spends that first day in their little house pacing the insides of the crate until the two fall asleep

Apparently, they're cryptozoologists, which is the most made-up job Fundy's ever heard.

----

Fundy running

Fundy hirt

Fundy and the DT house

they heal him

he shifty boi but no talky

they let him chill with them

eventually he talky

(WILBUR DEAD)

Sam comes to visit Dream at some point, for some reason, and Fundy freaks the fuck out because he's the fox hunter.

"I hunt foxes, Dream," Sam argues, "Not children."

"Would you have stopped?" Dream spits, "Would you have taken the time to check?"

Sam goes still.

"How many foxes have you hunted that were too afraid to shift? How many people have you killed?"

"That is enough," George says, his voice snapping around the room. Fundy whines and presses further back into his corner. George's eyes flit to him for a second and Patches rumbles in Fundy's arms, a soothing continuum.

George takes a careful breath.

"We can't go back in time," he points out, "Whatever's happened is already done."

Sapnap comes back with a blanket

---

Fran, during the hunt for Fundy, is not very serious and mostly playing! And then, when she smells that Fundy's gotten hurt, she starts really prompting Sam to hurry up. Eventually, she loses his trail and is very worried. That's a baby out there, after all. She has never hunted a shifter because she is gods goodest girl

Patches - magic

Fran - magic]

[elfecassepied]

hellooooo!!!

yap to me about your Dsmp x Epic AU!! I'd love to hear about it!! :DDDDDD

Yeeeesss *vibrating*

Me with this au right now:

Ok so. I'm a big fan of the Odyssey and Epic the musical, the story of the AU isn't a 100% copy of these sources materials mostly characters like and lore like. For what I've seen now the narrative course is the same than the musical until the Vengeance Saga (the Vengeance Saga rocks but I want to do something a little different and maybe closer than the original Odyssey. I'm not sure yet but I just love the Phaeacians so much I will do something including them). I don't really care about the Troy war (I mean in the au, I love classicals Iliad included) so I didn't bother matching dsmp's characters for Iliad's characters, like Diomedes, Aganemnon, Helen and all.

Dream is the reigning king of Ithaca(™) who is dragged, literally, in the L'Manberg war away from his family. George is his wife (we don't believe in gender in this house) and I chosed Tubbo to be Telemachus (inspired by one of the dynamic I sometimes see in fanfiction were Tubbo and Dream are brothers coded).

George gets a little more, proactive role I would say, in defending his house from the suitors. Suitors started to come since 11 years or something like that. He can't really fight all these men who are youngs, well equipped and full of energy when himself runs a kingdom low on resources and men where the current military force is young and unexperienced (missing the prev generation to teach them). So he uses more sneaky ways, and it's not so rare than some suitors suddenly change their mind and leave or were never been seen again after getting a little to bold. Callahan is George's confidant and "right hand man" and yes he helps him hide the bodies. George also has an ongoing deal with the god HD (Hera's role).

Tubbo doesn't know what's going on but George said him to always tell me if one of the men was rude to him (the ones who threatened his son always disappeared first). But he tries to help is own way which mostly translate by being a little shit and sometimes got into fights with the assholes, like the small feral gremlin he is.

On the other side of the sea, Dream just lost around ten of his men including his little-brother/almost-son figure Ranboo to the hands of an angered cyclop, Ponk. And follows it by having a fight with his protector god and perceived friend Technoblade, resulting in the god leaving him alone to face the new challenges on his way: especially the wrath of the god Sam, who was Ponk's boyfriend oops. He will encounter threats and allies equally, including: the god Philza and his crows minions, the shape-shifting enchanter Quackity on his island of Las Nevadas, visiting the underworld to have a chat with the prophet Karl Jacob, slaying some sirens and feeding the sea monster Nikki with some of his own men.

At first I wanted to make a parallel between the human trio Dream, George and Sapnap (Eurylochus), and a god trio XD (Zeus), HD (Hera) and PVP (as Apollo or Ares I wasn't sure). However I changed my mind, made Punz Dream's best friend and right hand man and yeeted PVP to make Sapnap himself a god because I wanted to have an unnecessary Karlnapity storyline in the background. Take it, it's free.

Also I separated Wilbur in two characters: L'Manberg Wilbur/Ghostbur named William who was the crown prince of L'Manberg and died in the war before the beginning of my story and Pogtopia Wilbur/Revived Wilbur who I call Wilbur and who is an exiled titan, ancient friend of Philza and Technoblade, playing the role of Calypso. Tommy was William's little brother and a literal toddler Dream killed by throwing him from L'Manberg's walls.

I have an ongoing theme with how mask/hiding face is linked to inhumanity and how gods or godly beings Dream will meet on his way will somehow hide a part or their full face ; and how he himself started to wear his iconic mask as he chose the path of monstrosity ; and at the same time George assassinated suitors in silence, wearing a veil and pretending to grief his husband ; while Technoblade even if he said he was done™ with humans will be befriended by Tubbo until he stops wearing his mask around him because he's growing closer to humanity. So yeah shits like that.

I will end this little vent with a non-fixed list of the gods I talked about and their domains:

XD (Zeus), king of the gods, god of order, power, lighting, possibilities and civilization

HD (Hera), queen of the gods, god of night, sleep, oaths and destiny

Sam (Poseidon), god of sea, strength, earthquakes, energy and creativity

Technoblade (Athena), god of blood, battles, vitality and strategies

Philza (Aeolus), god of winds, tempests, travelers, sailors and change

Sapnap (Apollo), god of the Sun, fire, protection and loyalty

Wilbur (Calypso), titan of music, song, chaos and free-spirit (for now *wink*Fundy*wink*) (ex titan of fire and war)