#Samuel OC

[verrae]

and why they swap au 🤣

[kitfyy]

I drew Samuel :3

this is during the island but before Jack’s tribe existed :)

I tried another style as well but I drew his eyes too wide apart (I was too lazy to redo it)

close up;

[lilfriezatyrant]

ꃅꍟ꒒꒒ꀤꌗꃅ ꌃꋪꂦꍏꀸꉓꍏꌗ꓄

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! As I announced a few days ago, I have a very special guest on my radio show! A very big hand for one of my very famous friends, our arms dealer from hell, once known as the treacherous concealer: Samuel!”

These are words of welcome for the hyena-like demon as he takes his place in the guest seat. A friendly address from the host Radio Demon and this kindness is sincere, not just hospitable, but friendly.

“What an honor to be here, loyal friend!” A soft, amused chuckle accompanied the equally sincere compliment. Samuel had also received an invitation from a certain other overlord for an interview, but had declined in favor of Alastor. Even a ruthless brigand like Samuel knows who to trust, and besides, he has always been on the same wavelength as the infernal, nefarious radio demons that many call him. His style of dress is also elegant, but also audacious. A large scar adorning his neck and extending to his chest can be partially seen across the lapel of his dark suit. His fur is gray, sprinkled with black spots, and the dark marks under his eyelids are particularly striking, lending his appearance a certain apathy and disinterest. At least to a stranger. Only a confidant knows how morbidly comical this lost soul can be.

He had even dyed his naturally demonic white mane red like the other overlord's signature color for this special occasion. The yellow piercing eyes keep eye contact with the crimson-colored saucers of the other. Though the host's grin grows larger and unholy, he responds to these facial expressions and likewise mimics a grin, a silver fang flashing briefly. He is enthroned on the same level as Alastor and is also a mischievous man by vocation. Samuel also knows full well how picky this deer is about his companionship, accepting only a few individuals in his presence. “And it's an even greater pleasure that you've found the time to be here, Sam! But enough flattery. What kind of discovery would you like to introduce us to?” Alastor himself now seems as amused as ever, as he really has no idea what his hyena-like friend has planned.

For a brief moment, the former fence clears his throat in a deep but charming voice: “Well, Al. You know I'm a talented little tinkerer from back in the day.” He briefly adjusts his bow tie on his neck before placing his finger under his chin with a thoughtful yet reverent gesture. The Radio Demon does not object when he also calls him by his nickname. He probably allows it because the hostile Television Demon, Vox, is listening in and only privileged confidants are allowed to call him that without expecting any consequences. “I don't think I need to explain that it has come to light that our Carmilla Carmine has invented weapons that can even kill angels. But what if I say that I have created very special weapons that make no distinction between demons and celestial beings and not only kill them but also exile them? Into a completely different dimension, into the void. In a space where they cannot be resurrected? Demonic weapons linked to Carmilla's angelic weapons... doesn't that sound fascinating, my dear?” Even though the presenter maintains his permanent grin, he can tell by the raise of one eyebrow that his interest is more than piqued.

“That sounds interesting in theory, my friend. But do you have any proof? After all, no one from this dimension you mentioned ever came back, did they?” Fortunately, the hyena demon had expected such a question and he has to laugh out loud for a moment: “Thahahahohoha! Tahchrrr...~ So my old friend wants an example. With pleasure.” He still giggles manically into his hand as he stands up and walks briefly to the door. Alastor's constantly shadowy companion now widens an eye curiously itself, scurries over to Samuel and watches together with his owner as he drags in a large sack. “You know... I brought a ‘volunteer’ with me,” he chuckles again, but this time much more sinister and not manic, as he unlaces the sack and a demon resembling a goanna rolls out.

“A volunteer?! You said I'd get money if you shot me, smartass!” the reptile hisses aggressively, before he finds himself tied to the seat the next moment. “I said if you survived that. You should remember certain details, little saurian,” the Weapon Demon adds, before snapping his fingers and summoning a dark, shimmering rifle directly into his hand. And before the volunteer could protest, his mouth is immediately gagged, so that only unintelligible words come out. Samuel places the gun directly on the table and, with a smooth push, conveys it straight to the Radio Demons at the end of the table. “You can do without the instruction of a firearm, can't you old pal?” he says teasingly with a certain charm, which Alastor immediately understands and has to chuckle himself. “Samuel. My friend, you really trust me that much?” Without hesitation, his sharp claws are tipping on the gun then he picks it up and points it directly at the hyena demon. The reptile, which had previously been so fidgety and tried to free itself, audibly sighs with relief until it even shows glee and giggles into the gag. But the one aimed by the gun just grins and doesn't say a word. He had expected that too. But he knows him, this cunning stag and his predilection for the dramatic. Alastor is always calculated, but he's not crazy. The friendship they share is unique. Like homicidal brothers. Both could have betrayed the other to commit a crime back then. Back then, which was so long ago, on the earthly world... brothers who can keep a code even among murderers. Even the listeners are tense, waiting for something to happen. All of this is still part of the show and is recorded live.

Alastor presses the trigger of the gun and a loud shot interrupts the silence.

A body falls heavily to the ground, blood collects on the floor tiles. Then an eccentric guffaw starts, which is that infectious for the one with the rifle, making him start laughing too. “Oh yes! My trust is in good hands with you, thehe.” Samuel's voice is now heard again, amused and proud, and he approaches the other. As both of them can easily see, the demon who was killed is still in the room. “Do you see the inconspicuous button on the gun? If you press it and shoot our now-dead friend again, there won't even be any proof of his existence or that you killed him.” These interesting words strengthen the earthly serial killer's resolve to shoot at the corpse again. As if by some unknown force, a black hole opens up and swallows the victim. All that remains is the pool of blood that had spread under the overturned chair. The hyena-esque overlord can see in his friend's glowing red eyes that he had convinced him...perhaps he had even rekindled the lust for murder, who knows. “We've known each other for so long, Alastor. Accept the weapon as a gift.” “Such a powerful weapon? Haha! What generosity to bow over! You have something good with me, old pal.” And then the cunning deer even does what he had said before, though only the amber eyes of the charitable benefactor can witness it: a bow. The staff with the microphone is pointed in front of his chest as he bows, while the gun in his other hand is behind his back. Completely euphoric and also somewhat flattered, Samuel devotes himself to the microphone on the table, which is itself splattered with a few bloodstains from the shot fired, and improvises a final sentence that even Alastor, the radio demon, finds very entertaining and satisfying:

„Stay tuned folks and don't forget: Don't make the Radio Demon angry and you should be probably spared having your bones crunched alive! Unless you want another carnage like seven years ago! Thahahahaha!"

And like a good duo, they both intoned the ending together, as if two brethren had found each other again:

“And don't forget, hellish listeners! You are never fully dressed without a smile!”

[draven]

his name is samuel <- clicky clicky

[urivs]

[choaticmessakafrankfan]

Doodles :3

Samuel as a baby :3

Such a wittle guy!

[lescarnetsdehaku]

Alone, on their own, or together. They have different ways to celebrate, but isn't it beautiful once they've reunited?

Happy new year ✨🥂

[888888-88]

Dumping all art wip so far 🎨

My bitch ass got whipped by Simon SO hard start doing sculpting when I’m not even at work (practically working overtime at this point )😫

Around his eyes are from cod model but everything else is my sculpt👩🏻‍🎨 bc I just love the Samuel’s face in Salem tv show era❤️‍🔥💢👹

[eggtomatosoup]

IT IS FINALLY DONE!!! my 5 minute* oc animatic about a robotgirl** with meat in it!

Please check it out! (+some frames I like under the cut)

and of course,

*(it's 4 minutes and 51 seconds)

**(she's working on it)

[currrsy]

if you don’t kill me i’m going to have to kill you

[tsuutarr]

Your childhood friend is… a little odd. He’s always been a bit gloomy and the target for bullying. Still, you’re his friend because he’s really not a bad guy. You actually find him kinda cute, what with his shyness and blushing cheeks.

What you don’t find as cute is the fact that he kidnapped you and locked you in a room filled with your pictures. When did he even take those…?

“Ehe, I wasn’t sure if this was a good plan or not…” he murmurs, bashfully. “B–but I looked at all the stories you consume and they’re all… uhm, what was the word? ‘Yandere’? So I thought that you’d definitely like this, too!”

You’d find his passion adorable if you didn’t find your situation so off. Yeah, you like yandere in fiction, but what the hell is this?

“Wh–why are you looking at me like that…?” he asks, his big eyes growing even larger, his bottom lip trembling. But all you can really perceive is his secret collection – his shrine –  made of your things and pictures of you, covering the room you’re trapped in.

It really, really disgusts you.

“D… Don’t look at me like that…” he sobs. “I did this for you!” Wet tears roll down his cheeks, but all you can feel is fear as he falls to his knees, crawling towards you. He hugs your calves, burying his face in your lap as he cries. “This is for you – all for you…”

But really… is this really for you? Or is this all for him?

[fulltimesapphic]

[kitfyy]

sooo I experimented on picrew to make an lotf oc and-

here he is; Samuel!

here are other versions of him :D

pre island:

during island:

post island:

I couldn’t really match his hair and skin tone because of the different picrews. (plus at first he was a bit paler because of the lack of sun but the bright sun on the island tanned him a bit and he either stayed like that for some months or so and slowly gets back to his paler self [that’s how it works with my skin] orrr he’ll be paler again because he isolates him at first when he gets rescued.)

Samuel has a mixed personality of Maurice’s funny self and a bit of Jack’s blood lust. tho he can be protective/caring in a few times and to only certain persons but most of the time he is just joking around and being all silly and sees hunting and killing as a silly game.

He joined Jack’s tribe in an instant, loving hunting and painting his face and other stuff like rocks, as well as smearing the blood of the pigs all over his face and his spear.

He and Alfonso ( @senhiv @senavin lotf OC) are friends. Alfonso is the person Samuel would protect at all cost. They’ve known each other before the island already and Samuel would do anything to make sure that Alfonso is alright.

also Alfonso’s and Samuel’s friendship is forbidden. Samuel couldn’t bare seeing Alfonso getting hurt so he kept meeting with him every now and then, despite joining Jack’s tribe.

I’m working on more and I definitely want to draw him!! (I am currently experimenting with my art style tho so it might take a while)

[akalegos]

Celebrating the New Year

[shandzii]

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