#cSam

[beckyblah]

Hello everyone!! I can finally release my piece for the DSMP Comics Zine! This was a total blast to work on, and if you didn’t see it earlier, here is a link to go download the entire zine for absolutely FREE! It will explain a little bit more about who people are, and why they have new powers! The zine is so very cool, and follows a linear story. Everyone’s work is amazing.

[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

[mioakem]

cdream i hate u sm ur such a FREAK

[bucketsboos]

Some warmups sketches :}

[drmslastmorning]

"You know, I told you. Next time it might be me."

[llitchilitchi]

an AU where Dream's prison stay does not go quite according to the plan, and everyone is haunted by a living ghost

all dsmp rp

Dream suffered through everything in prison to protect Punz, to hide their partnership, their collaboration, the fact that Punz has the revive book.

but things never went quite the way Dream hoped, did they? so when he dies in prison during torture, Sam pays Punz to help him drag the body out and bury it with a promise to keep his mouth shut for a high enough pay.

the grave is nondescript, far away from the mainland SMP - there is no one to come visit, no one to come mourn. there is no need to do much except dump the body in the hole and put dirt on top. he's met with no eulogy.

Sam departs soon, leaving Punz staring at the fresh patch of dirt. it's maybe an hour after that Punz takes the shovel again and digs the body out, a book and a flint and steel ready in his pocket when he drags the ruined body back to the surface and brings Dream back. they can continue their work, now, in hiding, far from the rest of the server despite their plan diverging with this sudden turn of events.

no one knows that Dream has been revived. no one but Punz.

so Sam and Quackity feel their throats close the next time they get a ping "Dream joined the server"

they just hope his ghost will have forgotten like Wilbur's did

[starlit-bawka]

Here’s how I’ve been feeling

[lookinghalfacorpse]

@swordfright forced my hand. /dsmp /rp

c!sam loved c!philza.

it was easy to love him. unexpectedly easy. sam was a loner; he loved books and machinery and the big willow tree he'd sit under while he brainstormed. he thought he wouldn't love much more than that, but phil's eyes were blue and his hair and blonde and his hands were soft and kind. he took an interest in sam's work. how's a young boy supposed to resist that?

he didn't LOVE philza-- don't get it twisted, now-- he loved him the same way a son would love his father or mother. philza also happened to be beautiful, and that wasn't sam's fault. he liked to watch as phil did small, simple things. playing guitar, sewing, reading, writing. phil would join him under the willow tree, on his back with a book held a foot above his face.

(phil wasn't completely oblivious to his beauty. he managed to charm the goddess of death, after all. the gods held their own beauty, which philza was extremely familar with, but mortality had a charm of its own)

in the end, sam thought immortality was more beautiful.

technoblade thought philza was beautiful. he thought humans looked a little weird, at first. a bit deformed, a bit sickly. but he found that delicate things were lovely in their own way, and could be strong in many other ways. he'd run his big fingers through phil's hair and tease him when he got sunburnt.

dream thought philza was beautiful. sitting atop the obsidian grid, he looked down to watch the angel of death summon demons. there was beauty in power and in wisdom. in immortality. behind his mask, his head tilted--

( --dream's head landed heavy on the obsidian floor. he knew that touching the warden without permission was a risk, even if he was obviously at a disadvantage, but he wasn't expecting a reaction like this. suddenly, with his wrists captured and his torso pinned, the warden looming over him--)

(-- dream's blonde hair fanned out beneath him. his eyes were green and his hair was blonde and his hands were soft and cruel-)

don't get it twisted, now. a moment of deja vu means nothing.

[rat-rosemary]

Do you guys remember that one fic where the dsmp watched like, Tommy's exile? Can you imagine how much worse it would be if it was them watching Dream's time in prison?

Like, there was no down time in prison. There was no friends showing up to make jokes with.

Can you imagine sitting those bitches down and making them watch the hours and hours of the prison arc?

[mioakem]

who remembers…samkids…

[off-the-rails-raccoon]

Opinion on samskids? (Tommy, Hannah, boomer, Quackity being sams kids)

i love so so so very much, but it always slightly bugs me in a way i find hard to explain because like, found family is my favorite trope ever in ever but in order for a found family of samskids to occur there needs to be a collapse of sbi family and THAT is something that i have a very hard time coping with.

Yeah, samskids is my favorite found family, but will i choose it over sbi found family? No. Will i choose sbi found family over samskids found family? Also no somehow??? It's a struggle.

Anywho, it just occurred to me that you may have been referring to the characters themselves rather than the dynamic so to that i say: I will forever hold calamity duo having a brotherly relationship near and dear to my heart as well as hotel duo having a father son/daughter relationship, and i don't see nearly enough chatter about hannah and boomer; though that may be my fault since I also don't put in the effort to find it!

[queersatanic]

The Satanic Panic is still alive in Idaho

Satanism is opposed child abuse, but local cops want people to think the exact opposite because the Satanic Panic is still alive in Idaho.

Shoutout Satanic Idaho for all of the completely undeserved bullshit they're having to put up with at the moment.

Moreover, we’re still being sued by The Satanic Temple in ̷f̷e̷d̷e̷r̷a̷l̷ ̷c̷o̷u̷r̷t̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷n̷o̷w̷ King County Superior Court.

TST is also still suing Newsweek and its reporter (but maybe not her anymore!) for writing about us. In addition, the Temple is now suing a TikToker in Texas for talking about our case. Check the pinned post for more.

[onlytiktoks]

https://www.wkbn.com/news/local-news/warren-news/former-police-officer-pleads-guilty-in-child-sex-abuse-material-case/

[l0cal00]

Hii I’m just trying to get back into the fandom at the moment so I’m looking for discduo or hotelduo rp! preferred to use Discord, but it’s not required dm if interested at all:}

{dsmp/dreamsmp rp request}

[lookinghalfacorpse]

all these lives and you’ve never learned a damn thing.  au where c!dream and c!sam have met many, many times in the past.

tw: mentions of violence, injury, blood, typical c!awesamdude behavior, implied c!awesamdream

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1)

- there’s only one, rotting book in the basement of philza’s cabin that tells the whole story.  a god of creation and destruction, sharp-featured and bright-eyed, and the Warden created to contain him.  the Wardens are a unique breed-- blind and single-minded, yet with a superior sense of hearing and smell, bound to darkness and skulk.  their name states their simple purpose: to imprison. no human could survive in the skulk for long, but for a god, the agony is eternal. even if he escaped, what would he face?  the angry and jealous pantheon that locked him away?  the mortals who no longer worship?  in his hands is the power of revival, and that’s exactly what he does; he recreates himself, later in the timeline, breathing air free of skulk spores for the first time in eons and praying that the future is kinder.

- (the Warden wails and screams, finding his prisoner gone.  when the God Prisoner cried, it was beautiful-- when the Warden cries, his sonic shrieks destroy the city around him)

- (what is his purpose now?  what name do they call him?  he was yours, he was yours, he was YOURS.)

2)

- he is a farmhand, and he is gentle.  a young man interested in racing, both on foot and on horseback, and he’s good at what he does.  he enjoys the company of close friends who he’s known since childhood.  some have moved to the city to study in big school-towns (’universities’, he thinks?  ‘campuses’?  is there a difference?) but he isn’t interested, and he feels claustrophobic in the crowds.  his horses need him.  historians discover a mural buried deep underground-- a depiction of a god of creation and destruction.  sharp-featured and bright-eyed.  the gods of old have locked him away, it says.  yet, he appears to be standing and breathing, right there in the stables, wearing muddy boots.

-superstition leads them to send five warriors after him.  among them, a childhood friend who studied in the city, mastering forgery, weaponry, and engineering.  he doesn’t make it easy for them-- he’s a runner, after all.  the chase is long. arduous.  he’s hungry, and there’s no time to stop.

- (an arrow through his left lung.  he’s gasping and retching on the ground, drowning in his own blood.  in his escape, he exploded the mural.  he doesn’t know why he did it.  spite, he supposes.  when the Goddess of Death takes him, she recognizes him, and she wonders if he’ll try again)

3)

- he is a traveler, and he is free.  a giant box of oddities and antiques is bound to his back, and he visits various villages to make a few sales before moving on.  he spends several days in a busy port town, befriending the locals.  he hears rumors of the prince-- an intelligent but aloof sort who spends time in the marketplace, enjoying what’s left of his youth before he inherits the crown.  he laughs-- you only hear about disguised princes in fairy tales.  he sells a hand-painted bowl from lands far south of the ocean to a handsome man with broad shoulders.

- (’he looks like a god,’ the prince thinks.  he’s not sure where the thought came from.)

- (he was yours, he was YOURS--)

- (”bring me the traveler in the green cloak,” he tells his guards, “he’ll be a fine addition to the throne room.”)

4)

- a butterfly and a spider.  the spider will not bite, but the web holds strong.  starvation settles.

5)

-  he is young, and he is in love.  he’s also a warrior, and he wears many scars on his skin, but he’s not thinking about that right now.  he’s known the blacksmith for years, and he’s thinking of a new way to fluster him.  hand-feed him an expensive chocolate from the neighboring town?  ask the tailor down the road to make something special?  even complimenting his craftsmanship seems to be enough these days.  the push and pull of new romance has helped him recover from the bloodshed-- he sees the chance for a new life, and it comes from the same man who made his weapons.

- “your handiwork kept me alive on that field, you know.”

6)

-  a piece of a broken mural lies underground.  a young king excavates the land, and it’s tossed into the ocean with every other rock and stone.  a lab is built there instead, and atop it, a mighty castle.

-  "I'm basically immortal! i don't have an heir because i won't ever need one. i'll just rule forever! and look-- the villagers are living much better lives with everything i taught them, and it's only gonna get better!" the king is charming, at least. clearly passionate about his work. but...

- "so what do you need me for?" he asks. he was only passing by, after all. on the run after his own kingdom was ransacked. the defeat was heavy on his shoulders, but he still had his life, and it was all he needed.

- "i-- what? isn't it obvious?" he paces, his hands splayed. "i want you safe inside these walls. with me." (he was YOURS) "just me and you. Don't... don't make me ask twice."

7)

-  the power of revival is in his hands again. he feels his heart beating in his chest. he makes plans.  he designs a structure-- dark and gruesome (no human could survive in the skulk for long, but for a god--) (starvation settles) (he’s gasping and retching on the ground, drowning in his own blood).

- (praying that the future is kinder...)

- “c’mon, punz,” he says, “sam is the only one who can do this.  trust me on this.”