#ghost sammy

[evieonaartz]

Happy Halloween From Your favorite Gouls~

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A quick doodle for Ghost!Sammy au

I just think it could be funny that Dean just needs salt to keep Sam out of things or like grounding him.

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What kind of monster forms do everyone in Sillyvision Studios have, apart from the cartoons?

I’m assuming this is meant to be for the VHStudio AU? In which case, everyone doesn’t really have monster “forms” but they are all different kinds of monsters.

Henry is a vampire, and Joey becomes one later on.

I still very much love Ghost Sammy, but I’m thinking he may become a vampire instead in the actual storyline.

Wally and Norman become werewolves.

Susie is either a Harpy or a Siren. (Leaning towards Siren, if I’m being honest.)

Shawn is a male Selkie.

And Grant is a (very stressed out) wizard.

I haven’t thought too much about what other staff members would be, but that’s mostly because I don’t want to overwhelm the AU with magical people. Sometimes it’s better to just leave people human.

And if they did become something inhuman, I’d say they’d join the ranks of magical beings that art already there.

(Maybe Allison becoming a witch? Or Thomas becoming another werewolf? Basically just filling out the ranks instead of adding new ones.)

If I got this wrong, feel free to tell me what you meant!

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Thanks for answering my question about the Vampire studio au. But how would Sammy Lawrence become a vampire?

Same way as Joey, I’d assume. He gets bit by Henry.

Although, there’s a chance the circumstances were very different.

Joey was turned by request (and a great deal of pestering), but I’m debating the circumstances.

(Maybe the alternative to Sammy’s death story could be Henry turning him before he can “fully” die? I’m thinking about it.)

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Sammy’s Passing (pt 1?)

Sammy both hated and loved working at Sillyvision Studios. He had always been the sort to thrive under pressure, even if it left him stressed out and sporting a rotten temper. But like anyone else, he had people he liked and didn't like on staff.

His favorite person on staff, even before his “health issues” as Joey had dubbed it in a ‘bout of rarely seen cleverness, had always been Henry Evans. The Studio “Dad” as he'd overheard a few of the interns call him once (someday, an intern was going to slip-up and call Henry that in person. And Sammy wanted to be there to see his reaction).

Before the war, he used to get up early to walk to work with him and chat about what was going on at work and with the other departments.

It hadn't been because he wasn't terribly interested in the interdepartmental gossip, but so he wouldn't have to deal with people he didn't like in order to find out why he suddenly had to talk to a completely different intern from the previous week just to get the songs he'd written approved by Joey. Henry did a good job of sharing anything he felt was important for the Music Director, without getting on his nerves in the process. He would also warn the musician about impending rage-storms brewing between departments so he could avoid them.

(There was a reason he knew so much about what was going on even though he rarely interacted with the rest of the studio.)

It was a habit he'd chosen to continue when Henry returned, even if it meant getting up at ungodly o'clock in the morning to do it. And with the Toons around, it did a good job of getting things ready for the day.

He stifled a yawn, pulling his long coat closer and shivering as he waited for the vampire to arrive, shuffling his feet to try and keep them warm in his loafers. (He couldn't wear his boots anymore, the soles were almost completely worn away and there were holes in them. He hadn't had any time to buy a new pair yet.)

This year's winter was absolutely miserable so far.

Nearly every day had been grey and dark, bouncing between freezing cold and unpleasantly muddy. Just the previous night had been filled with dark skies and freezing rain, covering most of the city in a layer of ice. Not only that, but the storm had switched to snow at some point in the early morning. He knew there were large patches of ice filling most of the streets, hidden under a thin layer of snow, turning them into safety hazards for anyone brave, stupid, or unwillingly braving them in those early hours.

Even more so since the salt trucks had yet to come by that morning.

“Sammy!” He looked up to see Henry trotting along the sidewalk, dressed in his own, much thicker, winter gear. (Huh, he didn't know Henry owned a fur hat. And were those combat boots he was wearing?) “I didn't think I'd be seeing you out here this morning.”

Irritated blue eyes glared into slitted, red ones.

“Of course I am. Today's a workday,” he grumbled. Henry scratched his cheek, a nervous smile on his face.

“Actually, once I got to the studio, I was going to call and tell everyone to stay home today. There's so much ice on the roads thanks to the storm last night and with the loose snow on the ground, it's just too dangerous to try and come in.” Sammy raised an eyebrow at him.

“You can do that? I thought only the Studio Director could make those kinds of choices.”

“For most businesses, you'd be right. But you need to remember Joey's bad leg and his habit of bad choices. He gave me the okay for this at the start of winter. It's one of the reasons he's been okay with coming in late this year.” Henry let out an amused chuckle. “Apparently, I'm better at making good safety decisions. Joey called me and said he couldn't even leave his house today. There's a huge ice patch right in front of his apartment building.”

Oh, now Sammy felt stupid. He'd been standing out in the cold for no reason then. The long-haired man shook his head with a sigh.

“I'll come in with you then, pick up some sheets to work on for the next show,” Sammy muttered. It would be more interesting than just sitting at home, and then he'd at least he'd get some work done that way. The vampire shot him look, glancing down at the man's loafers.

“Umm... Do you want to change to some better shoes? It's pretty slippery.” Sammy rolled his eyes. Henry's habit of 'Dad'ing his coworkers, while well-meaning, was unneeded in his opinion.

“I'll be fine, Henry. Let's just get going already, it freezing out here.” He strode off past the worried vampire. The sooner they got there the sooner they could get out of the cold. He kept having small, almost slips, but Henry had a talent for catching his arm and steadying him before he fell.

“Really, Sammy, you need to get new boots. At this rate, you're gonna slip and crack your head open.” He shook off Henry’s steadying hand, his temper shorter than usual thanks to the cold and ice. They were almost to the studio, he wouldn’t need Henry to keep him from falling anymore.

“I’ll be fine Henry, we’re almost there. And I have no plans to fall now-!” There was a loud crash from the construction site they were passing and Sammy startled in alarm at the sound, his feet sliding out from under him.

“Sammy!!”

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Kinda iffy about continuing this one, just because this part came out so well. I’m afraid part 2 would just come out like crap.

If you have a suggestion for how part two would go, I would be happy to hear it!

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Ghost!Sammy has sunk his claws into me. I like him too much. He’s outstripping Vampire!Sammy by miles.

Send help.

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If someone were to throw something through you would you feel anything? Or is it just numb?

Ghost!Sammy: “It feels really weird, and I don’t like it. I can’t really explain it any better than that.”

((Mun: Sammy can actually feel anything that moves through him. Completely. It’s like touching something with your hands, but inside of you. He really doesn’t like that feeling. No ghost does.))

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How does it feel for the studio staff when Sammy possesses one of them? Does he have someone he prefers to take hold of?

He usually ends up possessing Norman to get stuff done, since Norman usually works in the music department.

Being possessed is… Weird. Since Sammy isn’t really forcing them into it, the people he possesses are aware of what’s happening and can still interfere with that he’s doing. When he’s doing stuff, it’s kinds of like when you let your arm or leg fall asleep, but without the pins-and-needles felling later.