#sampson posting

[irradiatedpiratebooty]

i turned my dog into a cube now you can print him out and turn him into a cube too

[irradiatedpiratebooty]

Oh my fucking god I love this so much

Got his weird underdeveloped eyes just right this is great, made my entire morning

Sampson posting for @irradiatedpiratebooty

[jdmara]

This Be The Verse x Gerhardt Crime Family

[currentfandomkick]

Skulker, unwilling witness to a halfa custody battle

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Hi. It took forever to get back to this as work upped my hours and i was exhausted. Enjoy the crazy building for my personal blend of how the Ghost Zone works with the DC afterlives (minor spoiler: if afterlife divinities don’t want anything to do with you, they just. Make you the Ghost Zone’s problem)

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Skulker couldn’t help but wonder when the issues regarding the Unshed Whelp would end.

Sampson grew more nervous as the doctors and nurses prodded him.

“And are you sure this isn’t further down his reincarnation line, just a second life not a fifth or one in the hundreds?” Amira repeated.

childHurt?Sampson inquired, still holding her ghostling.

“Now, its just to know how bad the hurt is—further back a soul goes, worse the cause of regression and higher on the priorities list we get for IRFP.”

At Sampson’s ? Skulker clarified.

“Infinite Realms Fright Protections, they specialize in younger ghosts, disabled ghosts, and liminals like you and specialty cases like the whelp.”

Sampson frowned.

“Think a lot of healers, protectors and parents working together to help uh,” he switched gears as Sampson moved to her full height. “think your zookeepers but they listen to you.”

That settled her down at least. For the moment.

“Well, it looks like maybe a second life, which may be why he’s been difficult to skin on top of his halfa status. Liminals tend to flee too—honestly they need a good scrub now and then to take out the dirty layers—Speaking of which, Sampson, are you still using the scrubs to help with the excess aggression?”

Sampson nodded, offering her arm for inspection if needed.

“Great, we may need something like that or a bit stronger to help your son lessen his reversions.”

“But not stop,” Skulker noted.

“Until we got the stressor down and managed? Not a way to do that even if he’s skinned properly. And liminals tend to take to attempts poorly—Carbon side has Opinions on it and the Ecto is all for it. Best not to confuse the poor dear more than he is.”

Sampson shuffled in place.

The whelp kept hiding in her fur, tail flailing or flaring out with his other fins on occasion.

“Now, is he still in contact with any relatives from any other lifetimes of his?” The doctor asked while checking the whelps’s scales, grabbing a sample from what flaked off.

“Not that myself or Sampson have identified,” he translated.

“Well, give us a bit and we can have this,” the doctor gestured to the plastic container with the scale samples. “Run for a any familial matches in our systems and see if any of the other lives can give some insight into his actions.”

“He did die young both times,” Skulker admitted, examining the merform more now. There are countless subspecies and variations for adult merfolk, but the whelp had an infant’s face, build and lack of a sternum and proper elbows.

He… he had a feeling that if the whelp’s death was not accidental, and the perpetrator was alive… it would not be impossible to let the more wrathful, rage riddled protector spirits have a go at them. Especially if he just. Pointed them in the right direction.

The nurse shrugged. “Could have been an auto-reincarnation.”

Sampson grumbled something at that.

The whelp stayed quiet and rested as they waited for the results.

With any luck, he’d have relatives in the Realms rather than the End Points… The rulers there were vexing on a good day without stakes.

With stakes they made it a point to be as insufferable as possible.

“Okay, there’s only one direct match in the Realms, a former king of something or other named Deildi of Atlantis… I think? He’s using his grave name, rather than his death name.”

Skulker looked to the ceiling, as Sampson continued to soothe the fussy whelp.

He would demand pelting rights for this—Sampson would hardly oppose the treatment once the whelp’s stress lowered. Just in sections on his primary ghost form, nothing deeper than the surface layer… probably a good idea to see if he has ecto-preferences outside of the Far Frozen’s for his recovery…

A royal. Likely assassinated young enough to qualify for automatic reincarnation, sans cultural attachments.

…he’d offer the whelp a shark-like blob ghost as a support. If his… semi-stray dog got along with them…

Or make the pain that is Cujo choose the small shark-blob for the whelp.

Sampson would accept it easily enough as additional protection from the overeager ectopus.

babyOldfamilyHelp?

“Not his old parents, relatives to them, a ‘leader’ it seems.”

Sampson’s scrunched face told them all her opinion loud and clear.

“Its not uncommon for them to watch over the living, hopefully he can be helpful,” one of the newer nurses suggested while trying (and failing) to convince Sampson to The whelp in a tank.

—

Deildi threw open the door to examine his descendant. One not brought to him upon death like the others.

Silvers and blacks made up the bulk of the tail and fins, while the babe’s human flesh handled the rest of his coloring. Craftsmanship and strength made sense for one of his kin. Artistic leaning probably, and if the boy had time to grow into it, he didnt doubt a knack for magic with shifting states of matter would have been on the table. Death draping its colors on him made equal sense. Perhaps it was because his descendants’ strength lay in his spirit rather than body that even death didnt truly beat this one the second time around?

“And he chose Danny Phantom?” Deildi repeated, eyeing the merchild warily. Why the guppy would choose to emphasize his death as a spirit, he couldn’t fathom.

Even moreso, how the child destined to be such a successful sorcerer king died as an infant was beyond him. Were his abilities sealed before? Had that blasted portal unlocked them?

“Yes,” the sentient automaton answered. “The whelp enjoys word play.”

Why the merchild chose a liminal gorilla as his ghost parent further perplexed him—however he was growing to understand the babe as a living paradox.

ChildmineSafewithME and helpExplainillnessInquiryslewed off the gorilla to an alarming degree.

“I tend to watch them after their first sparks of magic emerge,” he began absently. “He’s still got a strong soul for sorcery when he’s ready.”

“That doesn’t explain the soul regression, sir,” the medic interrupted.

Deildi slowly exhaled at the interruption. “And this is merely his second life. All reversions will end with him in this form. He is likely seeking safety and comfort given the uphill battle this life has proven.”

He waved a finger before the guppy, and smiled as the child chased the shimmers in his wake.

“Uphill battle?” The medic prompted uncertainly.

Deildi pressed his lips together as his jaw tightened recalling how often his young descendant nearly became another automatic reincarnation.

“He has almost died around saturnalia every year. Often during harvest festivals as well. This red coated figure? Causes far too many and too involved arguments. He almost died last year when the noodles he tried to make from scratch hit ecto-infused water and spouted their own sentience and desire to end him. I presume his parents haven’t dismantled their fortress’ traps and they’ve begun to spring on him, correct?”

The automaton nodded mutely, eyeing his descendant more than he’d prefer.

The gorilla grumped UpsetAngry and ChildRefusesToStayHere/Home wafting off her cloyingly.

Deildi wrinkled his nose at sensation.

“If permitted, I can see to it he is given a proper childhood as a Neverborn or act as a foster parent for his times in the Realms. Naturally his door will be moved to my palace and accommodations made for his chosen parent.”

The medics shared a look with the automaton and the gorilla.

“He’s a halfa,” one medic began.

Deildi hated how only the slur survived in texts outside his kingdom. So many of his subjects began as Veilborn and only the Purger’s propaganda and slander remained of their origin.

“the situation is…” the other medic trailed off, staring at the automaton.

“Delicate,” the metal man stated. “He refuses a proper pelting.”

Deildi hummed, gently offering his fingers for the boy to nip at while running a more clawed hand gently against a spotty patch long since ready for peeling.

The babe giggled while he did.

“Scale sheddings are more effective for ecto-carbons,” Deildi murmured, grntly scrapping the excess, old and illness-inducing ecto off the babe where the child allowed.

The automaton scowled at him.

“I predate Pariah’s Purge. Veilborn and their care was as common as greens and blues back then.”

The medics looked at him with newfound interest.

“The records were kept at the Far Frozen. I believe they still have untouched copies if you need more information… has he been given a proper memorial yet? I haven’t seen anything in the times I checked in.”

The silence was damning.

“… do inform the mortals aware of his condition that a memorial will help anchor him to his current death form, not leave him listless to his prior form.”

The automaton nodded along.

The gorilla was lost for a proper response.

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Okay was in drafts for forever (Deildi was not having it until I worked out the ilness or let him take over treatments so #*%@) but done. Also not nearly as many former atlantian kings as i figured there would be, so congrats you get an OC.

Let me know if you want me to pick this series back up, and if you want videos of mer danny to be leaked (possibly with Deildi hovering on the night cameras and playing with him as a more semi-transparent DC ghost (man is not here for an obsession he’s here to Step Up on parenting this apparent descendant that continues to get the short end of the stick. possibly co-mentor with Frostbite as Magic kicks in)

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[lynnbutlertron]

way way back in the 1980’s…..

younger mr b didn’t look like he would be much fun at parties lol

a collab with @olegianote (candide) and @kermahillway (scudworth) :]]

closeups!!vv

[joenateuser]

Alex Sampson | instagram reels

[nocteville]

So, I made a regency era uquiz earlier, and I hope it’s not too hard (and that it works properly. I’ve never made a uquiz before, and my test run seemed fine? But I still worry lol). Anyway, here it is for anyone who may be interested!

[burrowingdweller]

A vamp and a were 😋

[abs0luteb4stard]

W A T 🔥 H I N G

[simraeth]

Tʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴇxᴄᴇʀᴘᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ Rᴏsᴇᴍᴀʀʏ Rᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ. Pᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ Wɪʟʟᴏᴡ Hᴀᴀʀᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ's ᴀᴄʜɪᴇᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғɪʀsᴛ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ.

So I'm someone to hold true Keep you cool when it's still alive Won't let you down when it's all ruin

EST. DATE: 09.20.200X

At the time of writing this, it's been five years since the beginning of the end. Most people these days refer to it as "Doomsday," even if the source of doom isn't fully clear. All we here at Rosemary's Refuge have are the results: a seemingly unending winter, with plant life seeming to fight back against cultivation, that can infect the brain if you're not careful...and make the dead walk.

No one has an easy time of it these days. The days are bitterly cold. Roaming too much leaves you vulnerable to the zombies roaming the nation, but staying in one place too long can lead to you getting robbed, or worse. Even so, we continue on. But who exactly are "we"?

We're a group of survivors, eight of us; we were originally settled in SimCity (or what remains of it), assigned to the same safehouse. But when you live in SimCity and can't pay the Altos, you're better off running. Even before that, though, we were all weary of the danger of SimCity. Our founder Salome dreamed of a settlement of our own, and when we learned of land up in the mountains...we drove.

It might seem crazy, maybe it is, but Salome's drive is infectious. And, quite frankly, none of us have much to lose.

[romeoeatzkorn]

This is the Montague boys when they were like elementary (or middle school)

[my-prison]

Can you tell I haven't been drawing half as much.. summer job is killing me but i still think about them a lot(The first one is from a couple of months ago, and I cleaned it up and grew the balls to post it :bbb)

[rexbalistidae]

((Re-intro post)) Hi I’m Rex, I mostly draw my ocs but this is my clone high cesspool blog (I say clone high very loosely it’s mostly just Candide). I am normal everywhere else.

[plushrats]

katalina killjoy dump lala this woman so peculiar

[joenateuser]

Alex Sampson | via Snapchat

[roopnavarro]

Organic Mechanic from Mad Max: Fury Road ❤️