#dogglegangers

[stinkybrowndogs]

A lovely Assortment of Stinky Brown Dogs for your consideration (all Dexter look-alikes)

Red (Goofy Dexter)

Tipperary (Dark Chocolate Dexter)

Winston (Baby Dexter)

Scout (Concerned Dexter)

Brownie (Dapper Dexter)

All these brown dogs are in search of forever homes!

This message is Dexter Approved

[thedarthray]

Grenadier - AD&D Dwellers Below by Darth Ray Via Flickr: Grenadier - Advanced Dungeons & Dragons (AD&D) Dwellers Below * Box Cover Rust Monster, Intellect Devourer, Doggleganger, Cave Fisher, Otyugh, Aspis, Yuan Ti, Beholder, Roper

[bludraws094]

why did the word doppelgänger make me think of sam & max

[dotpip]

Tw for attempted murder & spoilers for tdph below

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So my good pal @solzer0 made a wonderful fic about Sam and Max taking in one of the sammulacra/dogglegangers. You can read it here! - https://archiveofourown.org/works/54898492/chapters/139160011

One of the things we talked about was Samuel experiencing some jealousy in regards to Sam since, in his mind, he has all of his memories but nothing else, especially not Max. That idea eventually evolved into some… less than rational thoughts about Samuel wanting to kill Sam and take his place. I ended up loving this idea so much that I made a short comic out of it.

[gaycrittercentral]

Hmm imma be honest I’m not quite pickin up what you’re putting down but it sounds neat! :> do you mean their time clones or the Samulacra/Dogglegangers or? Welp either way a fun concept!

My going idea of how the vices and virtues could coexist has just been that in 106, Hugh Bliss has the genius idea to not only yank three vices out of Max, but all seven—and hell, why stop there, might as well dice up his annoying partner too! And then the episode lasts like twice as long because the sixteen of them are all running around like chickens with their heads lopped off lmaoooo

[swampythesweetsketch]

I hope the leftover clones found nice places.

Or lived. More worried about them living.

[spookysmokes]

if/when sam and max season 3 gets remastered i know we wont be able to handle it bc we get to see hd remodelled noir sam. none of us’ll be able to play it bc we’ll just spontaneously combust and i for one, welcome that future with open arms

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

S3 ep5

Current emotional status: FEAR

Cthulu Max has been on the rampage for a whole week!?

Ew, the narrator

Oh man, are they sending the airforce after him?

I really like Cthulu Max's design

Momma Bosco 💗

Oh hey, Norrington and Papierwaite are alive.

Superball are you saying you tried to send the Maimtrons up Max's--

Also he's acting president while Max is... deposed of.

Superball is only giving Sam until 6am :(

Featherly!

"Wandering around the moleman tunnels is no fun without Max."

"You got it all wrong, we're trying to help Max." "We will help him... to a generous serving of ass whooping."

"That is one rabbit who will be multiplied... into 2,000 smoldering pieces."

Carol ran off with Blustet

"I only want her to be happy, is all." Aw, Curt

Superball just admitted to having separation anxiety from Max

Ok Momma can't come but Papierwaite and Norringron can.

I like Norrington :)

GASP

Is it?

It is!

SYBIL!!!!

RETURN OF THE QUEEN

Oh, she is very pregnant

She was a wizard at one point?

She's gonna help!

Superball there's no such thing as acceptable losses

Abe has his body back

"Four score and seven tons of raw power"

HE CAN FLY NOW!?

Sybil, I love you, but why did you mod someone else's car???

Grandpa Stinky I love you

Oh, he just handed us the recipe for once.

Asdfff the spore maxes swarming Grandpa

They stole Grandpa's hotdogs

"We must feed the host! Piglets and sphinkters make us stronger!" "We regret nothing!"

Grandpa hasn't slept in three years

Sam just casually taking the last of Grandpa's corndogs

The spores are trying to get it

Lol Sam slapped them

Sal's alive!

He's hiding from Sam :(

Lol we can control Cthulu Max with Corndogs

Ew, the cornstarch got mixed in with the giant puddle 🤢 Looks gross

Love how Sybil completely ignores the Flaming Max head

Also the look of disappointment on the spore's face made me laugh

Fifth trimester???

The way the one Max spore by Grandpa's truck is bobbing in circles with his mouth open is making me laugh.

Sam showing concern for Sybil because she’s preggers 🥺

Her being pregnant with Abe's child implies that statues have working genital in this universe

She put a weiner scented airfreshener in the desoto

At least Sam and a Max spore seem to like that (of course they do)

"Sybil you're the best!" Hell yeah she is!

Sam's mind went to the color bar codes to prevent being traumatized by Sybil's oversharing

We drowned the desoto

Asdfgh Sam just botched slapped one of the spores for trying to say "that's none of your damn buisness."

Ew, Max's spine is pointing out

Oh hey, Satan and Jurgen

Why is Jurgen wearing his old fashioned clothes instead of his emo clothes?

Lol Sam snuck into frame to shout "Go Mets! New York rules!"

"--besides it's just a good and noble thing to do." "You're not familiar with my previous work, are you?"

"Sam, what happened to you to make you so cynical?" Gee, Jurgen, I wonder what could have possibly happened.

Oh so the water tower counts as vegetable oil because Momma did something to it

Pfft we can replace Satan's microphone with a corndog

Omg they jumped off the building to avoid Max

Oh, they're fine, and the oil is in the giant puddle.

I'm thankful to Featherly for giving us an egg but I'd have preferred not to watch him lay it. Granted it was just in a cartoon way but he still made weird noises

Also TRANS FEATHERLY 2021

"I desperately wanted to see that, sir. Ask him if he'll lay another one."

Oh hey, the Flaming Max heads helped heat up the giant desoto corndog

Since I'm playing this in 2021 the Maimtron's song references are super dated, which defeats Superball's efforts

Oooh! A unique opening sequence???

Oh this music is jazzy af

Sam really doesn't like the Max spores

Sam how do you already know what Max's insides look like???

"Even when he's not a collasal monster Max's food comas can last for weeks."

Ok we wake Max up with the coffee beans, right?

Yup!

The gi Max spore is so sad he doesn't get to come 😢

"But I'm a horrible monster!"

"I suppose Max's brain always looks like a living room?" "Well, Max is host to all kinds of weird parasites, and he likes to he a good host!" WHAT

No really, this brings up so many questions about lagomorphs. Are they some kind of Symbiote or something?

And a previous episode confirmed Max is amphibious

Max has tumors!!!

It shocked Sam!

"Eugh! Get away fake Max!" "Do you find my warmth... alarming, Sam?"

"What do nightmares taste like, anyway?" "Pepsi"

Max wants to be author 💗

He also writes fanfiction about Flint 🤣

I'd unironically read his books.

Tina Belcher voice: Friend fiction

Max has an experimental fusion jazz band???

"He just killed a great white shark--"

Max being completely unable to describe a woman is very gay of him. Good for him.

Max's brain teleported everyone to different parts of the body.

Found Sybil in the gym/legs

The brain is broadcasting Sam's thoughts???

Sam couldn't think of a joke for the medicine balls :(

"Wow Max is looking pretty buff. Would it be too weird if I asked him to turn around?"

Sam! Stop thinking bad things about Sybil's pregnancy she can hear you you putz!

She's upset with him now

"Can you believe this guy?" "I find the entire situation to be very contrived and misogynistic." Same spore Max, same.

Sam stop being so mean omg!

"I changed Sybil, I totally get the whole parenthood thing now." "Really now?" "Tax deductions."

In Max's inventory now

Y'know, I never really thought about it as a storage house

Hit The Road reference :3

Baby roach hatched in

"Pa..papa?" "Now I am little champion, now I am!"

Max has a Maximus shrine

Sam turned into a roomba!

Aw, he named it Sam Jr 🥺

We won Sybil back through his love of Sam Jr

Found the conjoined twins

Huh, Max lost as eye. Does that mean he has a glass one, or do lagomorphs have regenerative abilities?

Pfft we have to play twister to control his arma

The brain is messing with things again

Oh, we need a roach to operate the game because of radiation

Well, let's kidnap Sal

Oh, poor Girl Stinky. She's really going through it

Aw, Sal feels bad

Sal?

Honey, are alright?

He's dying???

He's not immune to irradiation!?

Oh no, he's gone

I'm so sad 😞

Gotta pick up Sam Jr. Before I control Max

They mad Max do a magical girl pose

Ugh the narrator is back

Wait, what?

He's Max's brain??? SUPEREGO???

WHAT

"I was always ignored" Yo if my super ego was as pretentious as you I 'd ignore it too 😤

He wants to kill himself and Max???

I know Max had a self loathing complex but holy shit

The super ego is perfectly fine with destroying half the east coast what a jerk

Just noticed Sam's tie is red. Had no idea about this while drawing PI!Sam lol

We have to help Max get his memories back to use the ASTRO projector

Skunkapes has three Sam clones imprisoned

Sam had canon ocd?

Gasp Gordon???

No, it's Sammun Mak

I love him, little child tyrant

Just make him a mobile brain in a jar and let Sam and Max adopt him

Why is Grandpa here?

He isn't talking like Stinky

Too polite

Sam sees it too

He's a space gorilla

They switched brains?

Found the cloning g chamber

Let's go to Momma's first

CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME

Superball is "wracked with guilt"

"Keep it together Superball. Sam will be able to save the day. He always does."

Ok, let's go to the cloning facility

I'm still thinking about poor Sal yo

FLIIIIIINT!

He's punching space apes!

Girl Stinky really playing up the evil Mistress role

The doggleganger has a bomb on him!!!

Wait so Girl really is a mermaid??? I thought that was just her aestetic

God I love Flint

Haha we tricked Skunkape with scooby doo villain tactics

Got the robot

Her water broke... and it was pennies

Max wants to save Sybil! 😭🥺💕

Super Ego is here

Oh now he wants to save Max

The only thing here are those records

Super Ego waved goodbye

Cthulu Max is cute when he cries

Wait What?

His head is on fire!

The maimtron hit him!

He waved goodbye... and teleported away.

He exploaded!!!!

He promised he'd take Sam with him and he didn't!!!!

AAAAAAH

I thought the dead Max thing was popular angst fanon fic thingy!

We're cloning Max?

It didn't work 😭😭😭😭😭

Superball ran off crying

Oh God the credits are just Sam walking sadly what the hell

He's not even stopping to fight any crime 😢

💔💔💔

God the way he's clinging to himself

What?

The elevator???

MAAAAX

he's back???

Past Max???

He blew his Sam up???

Wait hold on I'm glad they're together again but this doesn't fix anything

There's so much trauma from this season

All the horrible things that happened during 301-304 happened in like 3 days tops, then Sam had to deal with Max being a monster for a week before watching him die!

And the new (?) Max had BLOW HIS SAM UP!!!

And they left the franchise like that for a decade????

What the hell?

I want to be happy but this shit is going to consume my brain for the next week at least what the hell

Aaaaaaah!

Like maybe they really do just brush it off but it feels unlikely

I know Max has a connection with his other selves so it'll be easier for him to adjust but certainly Sam is going to notice the discrepancies since he doesn't get the same deal

Someone told me there were multiple endings hold on

Aw, they walked off into the sunrise together

But still

AAAAAAAAH

[dashtwoofficial]

@klarna.usa is back, but this time with a pup-up salon🐶💖 Come join us and celebrity dog stylist @jessronagrooming for a matchy-matchy makeover with your furry BFF💇🏻‍♂️🐕 ... ... 10/31 - 11/2

[beerselfie]

#Repost @beer_craftelle This double doggobrau XPA by @brightbrewery was part of this year’s @carwyncellars canvent (a very pup-ular canvent this year) 🐶 We love this brew because all proceeds go to the RSPCA. It was a great beer for the Christmas holidays and features El Dorado, Motueka, Mosaic, and Sabro hops. It’s fairly strong at 7.5% but we woofed it down 🐶🍻 Pic features Baxter because he looks like the pup on the can (a doggleganger even) and he’s our head of bark-eting 😜 Cheers 🍻🐾 https://www.instagram.com/p/CX1KyO7FScJ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[thedarthray]

Grenadier - AD&D Dwellers Below by Darth Ray Via Flickr: Grenadier - Advanced Dungeons & Dragons (AD&D) Dwellers Below Insert Front Rust Monster, Intellect Devourer, Doggleganger, Cave Fisher, Otyugh, Aspis, Yuan Ti, Beholder, and Roper

[imnotquitesurebutimdoingitanyway]

Hey everybody! I had a dream last night vivid enough to recall in the morning. I wrote it down in what I hope will be a recurring short-form writing exercise as other stories I write keep getting longer and more involved. If this post gets 10 notes or so that would show me there's interest in reading more of what my brain drums up. I'm still too anxious about my older writing, but I was going to keep posting newer content just to keep putting myself out there. I do have a fanfic kinda thing I was looming to write as well. Thank you so much, it really means a lot to me that strangers on the internet engage with my attempts at creativity!

{

"Sweetheart?" The wife woke me from a fitful sleep. Or so I thought. "There's someone in our bathroom."

Sure enough, the toilet flushed, and blearily I could see a figure exit and walk down the hall to the living room. "Who are you?" I demanded. No response. Grabbing my blanket I twisted it into a crude cord. Not the best weapon at the time. Inching down the hall I called again. "Who ARE you!" Muffled sleepy sounds greeted me. Familiar ones. To my shock laying on the couch was my wife. My eyes darted from the sleeper on the couch to the bedroom where she sat upright. I gestured for her to join me. She gasped.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know."

"Oh hey." Whirling I was casually greeted by myself. I launched at the doggleganger, smushing his face to the ground. It twisted like putty. "Do you mind?" After trying and failing to do anything but further distort my own face I relented and let him up. His face remained dented and stretched. "That's better."

"Get out."

"Ok. Wont do you much good, other ghosts are just going to show up."

"You're ghosts!?"

"So are you, just older ones."

My wife, the real one, pulled me back down the hallway as the ghost wife woke up. "Do we have to leave?"

"Not yet." Ghost me responded. "We gotta wait for the commercial, then we can go."

My wife slammed the door shut behind us. "I don't trust them."

"Me neither. We should come up with a code word so we know we are the real ones."

She nodded, looking around the room. "How about Honeybucket?"

"Perfect!" Heading back to the living room there was suddenly a small older tv on a rickety tv dinner stand in the middle of the living room.

Before anyone could speak it flared to life. A cheery announcer voice began. "Thaaaaat's right! Someone opened the Clues!" Video of four guys in a convertible joined the words. They were laughing, and in the back seat between two of them there was a tall stack of identical black books with orange trimming. Each one had the phrase 'CLUES!' on the spine and face. "What does that mean?" Canned laughter. "Exactly! Everyone get ready for CLUUUUUUUEESSSSS!!" The tv abruptly turned off.

There was a knock at the door. The ghosts that looked like us just sat on the couch. I opened the door. Our doorstep was suddenly full of rodents. Some as big as -and probably were- capybaras, others the size of small dogs. Each of them was a bizarre color. The closest, currently pressing against my leg, was blue. A rat, standing on the heads of other rats in a trench coat, politely asked that they be let in. Bewildered, I did.

The ghost me exclaimed "The Rat King is here!"

The creatures quickly overran the tiny apartment. Some nuzzled into a pile of clothes in the closet, a few ripped the door of the oven. Others milled about. My wife went to take a shower, and gently removed guniea pigs from the bathroom of various shades of green.

While she was in there, the tv turned on again. I grabbed a pen and paper, determined to get to the bottom of this.

"Oh no, don't do that." Ghost me said.

"Why not?" I demanded

The Rat King had a squeaky voice. "You wont want to write his name down. Or speak it."

I ignored them, the announcer started talking again. "Come on down to the Pipe Hole, a new and exciting club found right under the nearest overpass." An image of a concrete pipe jammed under a city bridge. The words 'PIPE HOLE' spelled out in neon just over the entrance. "Just remember, don't mention Jimmy!"

Right as I wrote down the name, everyone else vanished. My wife came out of the bathroom. "Where did everyone go?"

"I don't know, I was just-" I stopped abruptly. Outside our backdoor I could see a bus flying right towards us. The sign on the front of the bus said 'JIMMY ALERT' hastily I scratched out the name, but it was too late. The bus crashed through the wall.

}

[morganbritton132]

Abigail's next breaking point wasn't sadness. It was anger at Hannibal leaving her, at Will being the reason for it.

She always imagined anger as an ocean, a deep swell of emotions that was bottomless, that lapped at a shore until everything was wet. Anger rose like high tide, slow in its approach.

Her father had been a hard man to make angry, and she tried. She tried to make him angry enough to come after her, but all he did was plan another train trip to another college town. All he did was find a girl that was plain with dark hair and light eyes, and kill her.

Hannibal had been practical in his hurt feelings, sharp as a knife. His anger was cold. Abigail was…

She thought that she was angry, that she has always been angry, but it wasn’t a wave that came to her. Nothing crashed inside of her. She was a grease fire.

The more water added to the flame, the hotter it burnt, and she was burning. She was burning down to ash and she was going to take the house with her.

Abigail was staring at her reflection in the mirrored sliding doors of Frederick’s bedroom closet. She was staring at the scar on her neck, at her pale skin so translucent she could see Hannibal’s touch inside of her head.

She didn’t feel disappointed that Hannibal was not in New York. She didn’t feel relieved that he wasn’t there, but she felt – she felt weird about being back in Baltimore. She felt weird that this place was not her home, and Minnesota was not her home.

She was bound to an adventure never had. She was a nomad not moving. She was lost without her paddle, and Hannibal… he was not the paddle. He was the undercurrent always threatening to drag her back.

He was not here. He could come back.

Freddie slid the door open, distorting Abigail’s face for a second as she dragged out another shoebox from the closet. She was talking, always talking, “-important to dress the part. Always. It builds confidence.”

“I’m just taking a test.”

“An important test,” Freddie said, holding up a handful of hairclips that she pulled from one of the shoeboxes. They were godawful and ugly, cheap. “You take this test, you get your GED and then you can start thinking about colleges, about a career. The world is your oyster.”

The world is a beartrap, Abigail thought viciously but took the clip when Freddie handed it to her. The end was sharp, not enough to break the skin but easy enough to sink into the eye.

She hasn’t thought about killing Freddie in weeks. Her voice was a whisper, “The pamphlet said to be comfortable.”

“No one is ever comfortable sitting in those awful desks so you might as well look good,” Freddie shrugged. She adjusted the clip in Abigail’s hair. She went back into the closet, chattering about accessories and clothes, and how dressing the part makes you the part so Abigail should dress like a high school graduate.  

When Freddie came out, she was held up clothes to Abigail’s chest so she could see them in the mirror. Red plaid on red plain, a blazer and a skirt, “Think Clueless meets Legally Blonde. We need to get you some pantyhose.”

She gave the clothes to Abigail to hold, going to the bed and flipping over a lid on a box that contained dozens of pairs of tangled up pantyhose. Abigail watched her in the mirror, watched the clothes, watched herself transform into Freddie Lounds’ doggleganger.

She stared and stared at herself, at the blazer, at her face, at plaid on plaid on plaid, on – There was an awful tear that broke like a gasp and when Abigail looked at her hands, the blaze was torn in half.

Freddie looked up, eyes widening for a second and hurt flashing over her face before she covered it up. Abigail thought, good. She thought, I’m not you.

It was a sudden, this sharp spiky anger inside of her that was poking holes into gasoline. Abigail breathed in harsh, sparking a flame that exploded inside of her.

She was not Freddie Lounds’ mini-me. She was not her barbie doll, not her plaything just like she wasn’t Hannibal’s, just like she wasn’t –

She didn’t do anything wrong.

Will lied and he kept Freddie alive, and Abigail was the one that was left behind. Abigail was the one with the deep gash in her throat when Will – Will got sliced but he doesn’t walk with a limp. He was able to leave the hospital and set sail on a boat.

It was a lovetap. It was Hannibal’s way of saying, come find me.

Abigail did everything right and Hannibal tossed her to – to Freddie Lounds. Hannibal left her to get ruined, to grow tacky and cheap like scarves bought at a bodega. It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t – Abigail didn’t know that she was screaming until Freddie touched her shoulder, and then she was swinging.

She fumbled with the knife and dropped it, using her fingers instead to scratch at Freddie until she went away. She used her fingers to scratch at the reflection in the glass until she punched it, and punched it, and punched it to pieces.

And then she – she took a breath.

She added oxygen to a growing fire and she would make him realize his mistake. She would make him come back and she would kill Hannibal too. She would kill Will, but first.

Abigail turned around and Freddie was gone.

The glass was broke, but broken glass was thousand tiny eyes  reflecting flashes of red hair like fire, like flame. When Abigail turned towards it, a hand covered her mouth with a rag, with the sweet chemical smell and Abigail.

She thought, chloroform.

And everything went dark.

[mar64ds]

What if Max is so insistent on calling the Samulacra "Doggelgangers" because he doesn't want those zombie-like antagonists to share the same name as his beloved partner (or maybe I'm just thinking too deeply into it)

I think he just thinks doggleganger is funnier and him and sam have really silly competitions over which name is better, but this idea is really sweet too, there is only one sam for him!

[darkness-regins]

a soft sound, accepting... and grateful for his support. "he claims to have one- I, need one too. I'm going to mention it to the doc, when I see her again. I'd ask you? But, I'd like to not add that additional stress to our relationship, on top of ending worlds and doggleganger guardians."

"...probably smart, yes."