#Sam the Protector
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jellazticious · 2 months ago
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Finally got to watch one of the dev's streams
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googoothegodofblood · 1 day ago
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A video to showcase how carnally i need this guy
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abberantmachine · 10 days ago
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I'm not crying over the Denial ending again, you are-
what really gets me. Is that you could read this ending as being paternalistic, but it isn't really. Sam doesn't establish himself as some sort of leader, he's just there to help. He didn't single-handedly save the world, but he helped. He doesn't want authority over humanity, he's just everyone's weird, adorable neighbor with globe-spanning tendrils. That makes me wanna bawl my eyes out.
also @jellazticious I heard you were interested in drawings of Sam smiling. here you go.
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calpalsworld · 30 days ago
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Look Outside art dump
edit: oops i forgot to give sam 1 arm
dialogue reference to this:
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sir-biszkopt · 1 month ago
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Another discord thing
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nesu-x99 · 16 days ago
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More Look Outside Doodles!
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me begging for more people to join the fandom
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qkyuu · 21 days ago
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hello this is my contribution to the look outside community
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redgunkonacanvas · 20 days ago
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She will not chew your fingers off promise promise promise
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swirlyblast · 1 month ago
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I'm sorry guys Look Outside has infected me and I'm not sure when this brainrot will end...
Practicing drawing the guys hehe
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sardonic-decay · 1 month ago
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every fandom has one character who’s so genderfucked and trans coded that they can be literally anything and it’ll make sense
and for look outside that character is Sam and I love that for them <3
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jellazticious · 23 days ago
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I love Samdow charlie I LOVE SAMDOWWWWWW
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googoothegodofblood · 26 days ago
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Not posting these on my art blog since these are kinda Bad and Lazy but my buddy bimbo encouraged me to drop these..
bonus slops:
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on-the-clear-blue · 2 months ago
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Down in the streets of Gotham, in the side alley next to Express Urgent Care run by one Leslie Thompkins and that was funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation was a soup kitchen.
Well...a soup kitchen of sorts. Not in any way official but if you were hungry in Crime alley you knew that the food would be safe and warm...and it was a place where *you* could be safe and warm.
Danny had left a week after his parents found out that he was Phantom, a week after he had seen their grief, the regret and pain in their eyes. The week had been spent in suspense, he knew that they needed to talk about what had happened but neither of his parents were ever able to even start bringing it up before they were sobbing.
Danny knew his parents loved him, thst his father felt soul crushing guilt, that his mother spent hours staring at herself in the mirror, as if she didn't even know who was looking back at her.
And to spare them both, Danny left.
It wasn't hard to do, not when he could turn invisible and phase through walls, a final text to Sam and Tucker to say his good byes (he knew that they would break and tell his parents where he would be going) and a particularly hard hug to leave from Jazz, Danny flew off with only a back pack.
He had traveled across the US for a few months, occasionally snagging a post card from a super store to send off home, paying only when he had the excess funds (Sam's rants about mega rich corporate billionaires let him know just which stores wouldn't miss the few bucks the cards sold for)
He had met up with Dani a few times, when she was in the country, handing him Vlads credit card and telling him to keep it (though he never did) only ever using it to book a room for a few nights at a hotel to clean himself up and sleep in a real bed.
He settled in Gotham after a while, he had briefly stayed in Faucett but that place didn't have nearly enough ecto for him to live comfortably.
Gotham on the other hand? It had everything, cops that don't question why a teen is on the streets, natural ecto up the wazoo and well...a crime rate that would dissuade his parents ever looking for him there.
He had set up a more permanent shelter in an abandoned apartment building (after chasing out the low level drug dealers that were using it) and found that he kinda liked the vibes of the place under the blatant crimes being committed in broad day light.
Sure people could see you getting mugged and look the other way, but if you were still alive and there 5 minutes later, they would come back, hand you something to clean up your now bloody nose and point out the bodega that had the best sandwiches.
It was a sense of community that Danny didn't know he had missed for the many months he traveled.
His first "cook out" wasn't even supposed to be a cook out, his apartment building was mostly wood and he didn't trust himself to not burn it down, so he came outside, setting up a portable stove and setting up a pot filled with some, water to boil up a soup mix.
As he waited for it to come to temp, he saw the group of homeless rubbing their hands together, watching him with curiosity, though that quickly turned to hunger as the smell of the soup spilled out into the alley.
Instead of turning the others away Danny only shrugged, pulled out his spare paper bowls and handed them out, taking a few bites first to show that it was safe to eat.
What followed was a sort of tradition, Danny would come out a few times a day, take out his hot plate and pot and set up a soup, others started asking if they could pitch in, and well...Danny would have loved to keep providing it freely but his food was quickly dwindling.
So his soup got add in, some jerky that Crazy Tom had got tossed in, a few herbs (re:weeds) were added in by Miss O'Connor, and Danny didn't even know where Lady Dimond pulled out some spices from, but he wasn't about to question the her, he had learned never to question where the working girls hid their things.
And it sort of grew from there, who ever was around came by, some came out of their way to share a meal, but it became a meeting place of sorts "Come by the Kitchen at noon, Tom got his hands on some steak! And it ain't even smells bad!"
Sure gangs tried to pull up on the meeting place, tried to intimidate the people there or coerce them into doing something...well that was until the host, some punk teen with hair darker than black and blue eyes that were so light they were white came up, and dished out a heavy handed fist into their jaws and sent them packing.
And so the Kitchen became a safe space, if you were hungry, if you were in danger, come by the little alley way, right next to the Express Urgent Care, the Host will take care of you there, if your willing to share, to stay peaceful with the rest of the gathered people, then you were welcome to grab a bite and relax, because the Kitchen was always safe.
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It would be a few years since the Kitchen started, since people had brought chairs and tables, since an old grill of questionable origin was left out side it, since tarps with only a few holes were hung up to keep the place dry when it rained, since rugs covered the ground and the the alley it was in was swept clean of any needles or cigarette butts.
But for one boy it had only been a few short days since his Mama died, since he had found her cold and dead in the bathroom, a belt tied around her arm and a needle still in her hand.
Jason was miserable, he had stayed with her for the a single day before he knew he would have to leave, the body of his mother would start to decompose soon, so he did what he had too, calling the police with his mother's phone that didn't have a lot of minutes left on it, telling them the address before hanging up and leaving it there so he couldn't be tracked.
He couldn't be there when the cops showed up, foster care would do shit for him, and at least his Mama would be buried, and not left to rot in their bath tub.
So a young Jason Todd, scared, alone and hungry came to the Kitchen, as his mother had told him to many times before, had told him to seek out it's Host if anything ever happened to her...and well...at the very least he would get something to eat...
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comickergirl · 21 days ago
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Tired: Middling live action adaptation of your favorite YA series. Wired: Gorgeous, lovingly-crafted graphic novel adaptation of your favorite YA series.
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beverlycrushr · 10 months ago
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HARALD & LEIF 1.03 · the marshes
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nesu-x99 · 21 days ago
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Ive seen you guys rlly liked my Lyle x Sam animation and many people pointed out Sam’s pictures. I’m sharing them all individually + the meme that shows at the intro if anyone wants to look at them closely heheh
Yes, the closeup of Sam’s face is the picture Lyle takes when Sam kisses him. And yes, thats Lyle’s hand on the second picture ❤️
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