#sammy x grant | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

reel-fear · 8 months

Note

👁️👁️

You must tell 👀

*rubs my little hands together* sorry for taking a bit on answering this! My brain has not been braining lately but your ask couldn't have come at a better time bc Grant has been on the mind as of late and I am hyped at the excuse to infodump abt him- [this is gonna be long I am so sorry-]

now for quick disclaimers for anyone reading this that isnt the asker or me- we're not discussing canon Grant Cohen, we're talking my Grant, this black haired dude, that guy. Another fun disclaimer, I was HEAVILY, inspired by Grant's role/character in abomination for my Grant. Taking time to awknowledge every part of his character or story that was inspired by it would make this 10x longer so if similarities are spotted know its very likely I did that on purpose bc I just really love abomination KJHFSDGKJDHGSD-

Alright with that outta the way I'ma talk a lot abt what happens to Grant in the canon of Showtime to explain what I meant and also maybe a bit of me rambling about aus that explore Grants relationship with Sammy n Joey under a more romantic lens. Should be obvious but spoilers for It's Showtime down below~

So Grant in Showtime after he dies ends up joining the ink demon cult, becoming a lost one and earning the title of The Priest.

When the cult was all together him and Sammy worked together to run it. Sammy used his connection to the ink demon to recieve messages and learn more on how to survive in this new situation and Grant made sure the lost ones acted accordingly. [A role not so far off from the one he was forced to take when the studio started facing troubles before his death] Grant also took the job of dealing with sacrificing souls and sending them back to the dark puddles, which sometimes was members of the following chosen at random and sometimes whatever poor soul found themselves captured by them.

However when Malice rose from the puddles and made a deal with the Projectionist to seize a considerable amount of the studio as theirs, the cult was split up, Sammy and Jack forced to flee to the music department and Grant with the rest of the following being down in the area of Chapter 4. This put Grant in a very bad spot, the lost ones were very shaken by this event and since then Grant worries their faith in him has wavered.

An important thing with the ink demon cult was that it is meant to be a more realistic take on how a cult works. The Ink Demon runs the cult, he is the most powerful figure in it and yet the hardest to contact, so Grant and Sammy are little more than middlemen tasked with keeping things running or else they face the ink demon's wrath. Sammy is sadly very aware that the ink demon is not as benevolent as he or the lost ones would like the believe. Grant likes to think being the Priest will at the very least protect him if things go wrong, but he is sadly mistaken.

Grant is in a very dangerous spot, he knows the lost ones beneath him are getting angsty and worried about just how truthfully safe the cult is or if they should believe in the power of the ink demon. But he also knows if things fall apart the lost ones will come to tear him apart long before they go for the ink demon. Despite him merely being a puppet for their lord. A role Grant is not ready to acknowledge, not because he isn't smart enough to see he is just a pawn, but because he chooses not to think about it, less his paranoia eat him alive yet again... A very important thing to keep in mind with Grants character.

Grant did in fact play this role in life as well however, when things started going wrong in the studio, Joey was very quick to turn away from what was going on and continue asserting everything would be fine. Which while a lie he himself believed was a lie nonetheless. However Grant quickly became his right hand man as people like Thomas and Wally started noticing cracks forming all through out the studio. Staff going missing, the ink changing in the way it behaved and an eerie feeling the machine created in both of them.

Grant despite deep down being smart enough to know things were going poorly, parroted Joey's words, hanging off of them himself and doing whatever he could to shut down any attempts to bring to light the things going wrong. Of course, him and Joey both ended up paying the price for their lies, but so did everyone else around them. But unlike Sammy, Grant barely even seemed shaken to see that, like a conspiracy theorist seeing evidence their theory isn't true only makes them double down harder, Grant only seemed to double down on the idea that if he followed every order he was given. Surely things would turn out better this time.

So that's canon to the story of Showtime, but I do want to take a second to get some AU non canon ideas out of my brain centering around Grant and his relationship to both Joey n Sammy. In canon Grant's only romantic interest is Thomas, his literal husband and there is a lot of interesting conflict there, but I fucking love shipping so of course I have a million aus merely indulging in ships I think would also be interesting to explore in their own contexts. In this case, I'm gonna ramble a bit about Sammy x Grant and Grant x Joey and the interesting things I think there are to explore in their relationships in Showtime.

So you might've noticed that while not literally [as saying the ink demon is Joey in Showtime, while somewhat true, is not the entire truth of the situation and simplifies it quite a bit] Grant did end up following Joey to the grave... And then kept following him beyond it. Something that is objectively~ very queer of him.

There's just something so compelling about the idea of Grant yearning for Joey so much, being so close yet so far as his right hand man but not being brave enough to become his lover eventually drove Grant's love for Joey to become an outright obsession. The idea that Grant's feelings for Joey became so intense from how hard he pushed them down it blinded him from seeing the truth of the situation outside of the way Joey painted it. Then dying and his obsession turning into an outright worship of him.

The idea of Grant settling for just being Joey's favorite lackey, his most loyal pet and knowing that's his role but not caring bc at least it makes him stay by Joey's side. Ohh it's an interesting one to say the least. I even did a few sketches of them u can see-

They are doomed by the narrative to me and have been on my mind a lot lately can ya tell? KJDHSFGKJHDFSGKJHDFGSD

However when it comes to Sammy and Grant, I think there is a lot of interesting potential between them too. After all they share being the Ink Demon's henchmen in all of this and to see them both come to terms with that and try to find comfort in each other is such a fun idea to me.

An au where they both decide to ditch the cult and the ink demon and on their own try to figure out what happened to Joey and how to fix things is very compelling to me. I could see their relationship starting out as doing all these things for each other under the excuse they just need comfort until it starts to turn to actual feelings for each other. Both of them coming to terms with the fact Joey was not in fact a perfect person and maybe didn't even know how bad things were getting deep down himself but also finally letting themselves hold him accountable for the lies he told... It's a very fun healing narrative and very in line with a lot of the themes It's Showtime deals with.

Either way, I just really love what I've done with Grant's character in It's Showtime, he's for sure one of the most fascinating to me and the themes his story explores are ones that are important to the story as a whole and by extension me. Umm this turned out very long but I hope u enjoyed the read! Tysm for the excuse to infodump abt him, I was itching for one as u can see KDJHGKJDHFGKJDHFGSD.

#ramblez #dont think Ill main tag this since its very rambley and contains spoilers for its showtime-#but its okay to reblog n such #esp since I dont care tooooo much for spoiling my own stories #for me my stories should hold up regardless of whether or not youre surprised by what happens in em #but if anyone does care abt spoiling Showtime for themselves if or when I make it an actual fan game/story #do beware of this post KDJHFSGKJFGHJSD #sammy x grant #grant x joey #grammy #death and taxes #Music Multiplied #I think those are the ship names?#mostly for blacklisting reasons on here but if I can feed those crackships at least a little with this rant hey good for them <3 #anyways fun tag secrets Ill put some fun trivia abt my grant in here #he uses the tommy gun instead of alice in showtime its joeys gun but he has it after everything goes to crap he mostly only uses it #just to keep norman away from the cult tho just know he is armed and dangerous and feral and unhinged and-#the cages in the chapter 4 area are used by grant as punishment for those who speak out or for people who havent yet come around to #worshipping the ink demon. obviously people in cages take priority as sacrifice options #my grant might struggle from a paranoia disorder I based him more off my own expierences and a bit off of research on ppl with OCD #Im not confident enough in my understanding of OCD to diagnose him with it straight up but he does almost for sure struggle with some sort #of paranoia disorder #anyways thats it tyty for the ask again and sorry for writing #five hundred paragraphs in response-

7 notes · View notes

zombiestarter · 1 year

Text

too good to be true — steven grant

୨୧ ꒰ synopsis ꒱ whilst moving in to your newly shared apartment, a box full of figurines shatter and leave you saddened. reminiscing on your first date, steven is determined to cheer you up.

୨୧ ꒰ genre ꒱ fluff

୨୧ ꒰ warnings ꒱ n/a

୨୧ ꒰ word count ꒱ 1k

a/n: first post! ahh, i’m so excited to see what this account has in store for me.

“careful, careful,” steven’s voice trails off, making sure not to trip with every step he takes. “we’re almost there. need a break?”

you shake your head, wiping a bead of sweat off your forehead before quickly holding onto your side of the couch. “no, i’ve got it. it’s just… why did we choose one of the hottest days of the year to move our stuff?”

the brunette couldn’t help but laugh, taking the first step into their newly shared apartment. a sigh of relief escapes both of your lips once you both let go of the couch.

“alright, time for a well-deserving break.“ he says, mostly to himself as he dusts off the dirt from his jeans. absentmindedly, steven extends an arm to grab you and pull you into a hug. noticing that you were not at his side, he furrows his brows to find you rummaging through a set of boxes that were placed at the counter.

“something the matter?” he muses, wrapping an arm around your waist before pressing a soft kiss against your cheek.

you furrow your brows, opening the last of the boxes and gasping. “no!” you exclaimed softly, a frown settling on your features as you gently pick up the broken pieces of a glass figurine. “our figurines. they’re all broken.”

steven watches as you pull up a stool, sitting on the newly polished wood, and try to put all the pieces back together. to your dismay, the figurine was unfixable. “all of our stuff…”

steven’s gaze softens, placing a hand over your shoulder as he looks into the box. Looking into the broken shards of what used to be memorabilia of their time together. It’s bittersweet, really, trinkets and figurines from years back are nothing more than disposable now. steven has hope, rummaging through the pieces of ceramic in the box before pulling out a glass penguin, “well, look at this dapper little fella.” he muses, gently tapping the black bowtie it wore. a tap too many led to the figurine’s head falling right off. “oh, bollocks.”

an airy laugh escapes your lips, and with a sad smile you pick up the pieces of the glass penguin. “this was on our first date.” you teased, elbowing his side. “you took me to the zoo in the middle of december.”

steven’s eyes brighten at the memory. warm scarves, knitted gloves, tight hugs, and uncoordinated dances to old pop rock, and jazz. a day he could never forget. “yes! we almost got soaked at the penguin exhibit.” he says, the corners of her eyes crinkling as he smiles. “i bought you this little guy to remember our first date.”

both of you reminisce in comforting silence. you sigh, pressing your cheek against your palm as you pick up another broken figurine. “so much for the memory box.” you mutter, placing the broken fragments back into the cardboard box.

“memory box?” steven says, amused.

“title is a work in progress.” you say matter of factly. “or at least it was.”

steven takes your hands in his, “i’ll make it up to you, darling.” he says. “promise. always.”

giving his hands a small but reassuring squeeze, you smile fondly before shaking your head. “no, no, it’s alright.” you say, a small peck on his lips. “we still have a lot of stuff to unpack.”

steven returns your kiss just as softly, hand lingers on her before reluctantly pulling away. loving gaze follows your figure as you walk to another room.

the rest of the day went by with you and steven putting things and organizing rooms. once night had fallen, you were the first to race to the shower after such a long and hot day. steven was quick to work. skimming through an array of vinyl before pulling out a record and placing it over the player. glasses of wine sitting on each side of the decorated table as the food cooks on a low fire from the kitchen. both of you had made the decision to order takeout after finishing up with the apartment. however, as you showered steven had made the decision to get started with an actual dinner, not just some gyros you spotted on the drive home.

home.

to many, a home would be their house or even a town they used to live in. but to steven grant home is where he can find comfort and safety. where he is truly welcomed. home is…

you open the door and step out of your shared bedroom, hair still wet from your shower. steven has his back turned against you. “steven?” you muse, eyebrows furrowed together at the home-cooked food on the table. “you made dinner?”

his fingers go right to the record player, he knows exactly the right one to play. only when frankie vallie’s voice fills the living room does he turn towards you.

you're just too good to be true

can't take my eyes off of you

walking towards him, your smile never fades. a smile that incarnated his tender adoration for you. arms wrap around your waist before you instinctively lay yours on his shoulders.

you’d be like heaven to touch

“is this what you were hiding?” you ask, looking into his eyes with a smile.

“a little,” he revealed, the corners of his eyes creased with amusement. “i don't need a trinket or a glass figurine to show how much i adore you, dear.” his eyes scan your features, hand brushing against your cheek. “i only need you.”

you let the music guide you, with the help of steven’s soft swaying to the music as he held you close. you’d break a thousand more figurines if it meant you could stay in this moment for as long as you wanted.

“pretty impressive that you managed to do this in such a short time.” you tease, laying your head against his chest as you both sway to the music.

“shh,” he says, pressing a finger to your lips. “no words. just us, dear.”

with that, he ends the night with a needed kiss.

main masterlist / moon knight masterlist

tag list in reblogs

#💣 ; serotonin booster #moon knight #steven grant #marvel #mcu #steven grant x reader #💣 ; sammy writes

229 notes · View notes

multi-level-shipper · 10 months

Text

If I draw Sammy with his tits present will you all fucking listen to me

#sammy and grant practice #sammy lawrence #grant cohen #grammy.....#grant x sammy #batim #bendy fanart #archer art

48 notes · View notes

commander-writergirl · 1 year

Text

Red String of Fate

Synopsis: In a world where your soulmate is picked for you with a name tattooed, you are born with the rare trait of not seeing colors until you meet yours. You never expected the universe to foresee the divided mind of your other half.

Pair: Jake Lockley x Jewish!fem!reader, Steven Grant x Jewish!Fem!reader, Marc Spector.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none (as of right now)

Word Count: 1709

Notes: This was brought on by either @softlyspector or @starryeyedstories talking about liking soulmate AUs and the idea in Judaism of the red string. And the idea that when you were a red string bracelet, it doesn’t just protect you from evil but can fall off when you have met your soulmate.

------------------------------------

-Twenty Years Ago-

“And remember never take it off.” I looked at my mother as she tied the thin red string around my left wrist. “It will fall off when you have found the one.”

I looked at the string. It was red, my mother had said as much but it just looked dark grey to me. “But won’t I see color.” I looked at her. It was a rare way of finding your soulmate, not seeing colors. From what I had overheard, no one in my family had ever been born this way.

She smiled and stroked my curls back. “Then wear it for protection from evil.” She kissed my forehead before getting up and going back to her craft room.

I looked at the string again and played with the small charms on it. One a Hamsa and the other a crescent moon. I looked at the knot and noticed it was made to grow with me but not slip off.

-Fifteen Years Ago-

It’s for protection from evil.

I sat in the hospital playing with the charms. The doctors said I was fine. A few bruises from the seatbelt and a few scraps but nothing major. But no one wanted to tell me that my mom was gone, having suffered the blunt of the pick-up ramming into the side of our car.

Drunk Driver

Dead before EMS

I sniffled and curled up hoping my dad would get here soon.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-Present Day-

I twisted the charms on my bracelet as I waved down a taxi. I quickly climbed in before a familiar scent caught my attention.

“Now how is it you always find your way into my taxi, carino?” Jake’s accent was a mix of the Spanish language he cursed in and the side-effect of growing up in New York.

“I wouldn’t know Jake, maybe just luck.” I smiled sitting back. “Home please.”

He nodded his head, and I caught a glimpse of the green in his shirt. I chewed on my lower lip. Since meeting Jake, I could make out things people had told me were green and blue. Like the trees, the grass, my favorite dress apparently was a mix between the two called teal.

After first meeting Jake, I stood in front of my apartment and just stared at the sky. It was a clear light blue. I found myself grabbing anything I could tell the color of and putting it at the top of my drawers; in the side of the closest I opened the most.

I called my father in tears because it was the first time, I could see the true color of my own eyes. The colors everyone complimented.

But then it came crashing down when I realized Jake had to be my soulmate. But something was wrong. I could only see blue/green colors. I couldn’t see the other 80% of the rainbow. And the thin red bracelet my mother had placed on my wrist all those years ago was still snuggly set against my skin.

“What has you thinking so hard back there?” I shook my head and looked over to see him looking at me in the rearview mirror.

I chewed on my lower lip. “Have you ever heard of someone with the color blindness, only getting part of it back when they meet their soulmate?”

Jake blinked at me before turning his sight back on the road. “Guess that explains why you don’t have marks on you.”

I nodded. Jake didn’t talk about what marked him for his soulmate from what I had seen of his skin, I couldn’t see a name or symbol or even a phrase for first meetings.

Having your soulmate’s name on you was the most common. Color blindness was the rarest, so rare there was little anyone who could teach me to help me find mine.

“You know you never told me what your mark is.” I said watching as his jaw ticked.

“You’ve never asked before.” His fingers twitched and I could tell he wanted to reach for a cigarette you usually smoke.

“Well, I’m asking now.”

Jake shook his head and sighed, “Color blindness.”

“So, you couldn’t tell what color the dress was the day we meet?”

He shook his head, “And to answer your first question; no, I don’t know what it means if you only get some color back.”

I looked back out the window. “Maybe I have more than one soulmate.” Or maybe I’m messed up from the car crash. I squeezed my eyes shut at that thought.

“It’s a possibility.” I felt the car slow as Jake stopped in front of my building.

“Maybe.” I went to pull out the money to pay him before he put his hand over mine.

“Don’t worry about it Carino.” The corner of his mouth ticked up.

I smiled and kissed his cheek. “You are such a mensch.” I felt his eyes on me as I got out of the car and walked up the steps.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“No Jake, there’s no possible way.” Marc said in the mindscape as Jake parked the taxi.

“Hey, how else do you want to explain us seeing green and blue shades, Spector?” Jake got out and walked towards the apartment building.

After a few strings between contacts, Steven was able to get a research job which meant Marc and Jake got to pick home base.

Jake’s choice of New York had won. And within the first month, he had met her.

Curly hair and smooth skin. A smile that brought the stars for a day. And she brought him latkes over the holiday season, clocking him much easier than he clocked her.

Steven wanted to meet her, but Jake’s protectiveness prevented it. He just didn’t know if it was to protect the system or her.

“I think it would be quite nice to have a soulmate.” Steven mused.

Jake had to hand it to Steven, he made it seem like a dream come true. And even though Jake wasn’t as terrified or reserved as Marc, he was worried about putting her in danger.

“No, it’s not nice. It’s a danger.” Even Jake could hear the self-doubt in Marc’s tone.

“Doesn’t matter.” Jake said as he walked into the apartment. “No one but me, sees her.”

Jake sighed as he took in all the green around the apartment. He truly never realized how many plants Steven had.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walked down the street. Photo day was always interesting. It always amazed me how many people would pay for historical photos from New York. As I looked over the last few photos I had taken, I bumped shoulders with someone.

“Oh, I’m so...” I looked at the person. “Sorry. Jake?”

He looked like Jake, but he didn’t wear a flat cap or facial hair. His shoulders also seemed to curve a little.

“oh uh...” He began to stumble over his words before looking around and pulling me away from the crowd.

“Jake, what is it?” I blinked a few times and realized the brink wall behind him was now something other than grey. When I placed my hand on his chest, I could see the red string exactly as it should be seen. “Jake?” I looked at him but found his attention had moved to the space around us.

“Bloody hell.” I stepped back from the man who looked like Jake.

“W-who are you?”

He looked back at me and quickly took my hand. “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.” The British accent threw me but his thumb rubbed against my hand in soothing circles.

I took a deep breath and looked at him. “Please explain.”

He nodded and gulped. “My name is Steven Grant. Jake Lockley, the man you’ve been meeting is an alter.”

I blinked at him, “You have DID.”

He tilted his head, “How..?”

“I took psychology in college, stuck with it for a while. Didn’t understand why it interested me so much.” My voice got quiet as I took in the deep red of his shirt before setting my hand against his chest. “Guess I know why now.”

Steven set his hands over mine. “Jake is very protective, he wouldn’t let... me meet you when I first asked.”

I could tell the ‘me’ was supposed to be plural but for now I would let it go. I smiled lightly and nodded my head. “Yea I get that vibe from him.” I giggled a little as his thumb brushed against my red thread.

“Could I buy you tea,” Steven smiled. “Or coffee. I know American’s prefer coffee; Jake certainly makes sure I remember.”

I couldn’t help laughing. “I would like that very much.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steven was completely different from Jake. He had thrown himself into being around me. He even took me on dates. Though Jake had started to loosen up, having me sit up front when he drove me places. Keeping his hand on my knee as he drove.

Though I felt they were both still keeping something from me. Or someone. There were still colors I couldn’t make out, some were dull.

It was when Jake finally invited me to their apartment that I realized there was someone else.

“So it’s not just you and Steven?” I asked looking over a notebook that had writing in it that didn’t match Steven’s clean script or Jake’s messy quick writing.

“How long have you known?” I felt Jake behind me before his arms encircled my waist.

“Since I met Steven. He was hesitant on the ‘me’ part when he explained you didn’t want them to meet me.” I ran my finger over the writing. “He must be military. The way he writes.”

“He was, didn’t last long.” Jake’s grip tightened around me holding me against him.

“I can imagine.” I closed the journal and turned in Jake’s arms. “I would really like to meet him.”

“That last little bit of color bothering you as well?”

I nodded my head and buried my face into his chest. “It’s so annoying.”

Jake chuckled and kissed my head. “Steven and I will talk with him later and see if we can convince him.”

“Okay.” I looked up at him, “Can I know his name?”

“Marc. Marc Spector.”

#sammi writes #Jake lockley x jewish!reader #Steven Grant x Jewish!reader #marc spector #soulmate au #moon knight au #moon knight fic #oscar isaac characters #marvel fanfic #jewish reader #SJ writes #moon knight x jewish!reader

119 notes · View notes

inkdemonapologist · 11 months

Note

Yknow if were talking about rarepairs/crackships….how about Sammy/Grant? Listen hear me out- i think I started shipping them a few years ago back during the og fandom days, but since my interest in bendy has been reignited, so has my interest in this ship lol. And im ngl, have you ever noticed how similar Grant’s office is to Sammy’s Sanctuary? They both play that same whispering effect when you enter them, they both have an ink pipe in them, they both have a bendy item in them (sammys bendy plushie and grants bendy clock), both have writing on the wall…

Even just beyond that, its implied they died the same way too, from drinking ink? And how they both seem to put the blame on others for joeys mistreatment (sammys whole “useless sheep” bit in that newspaper and grants “STOP THE WASTERS!!” bit on his office walls). and even though theres like, BARELY ANY GRANT CONTENT IN CANON, he does have a minor connection to the ink demon, as one of the flashbacks in chapter 1 is of the ink demon on level S near his office, and although this probably doesnt mean anything, the fact that the first time we see sammys cult is when we open the door to the archives via a handle we had to get from grants office specifically….👀

Plus just the miscellaneous stuff like grants va being a musician, one whose song was specially placed in sammys office- idk, *marge voice* I just think they’re neat! :)

THATS AN INTERESTING ONE… I’ve seen it around a fair bit lately but it feels recent??

Before I dive in, I do wanna address the ink-drinking – I’m a little biased, since I tend to headcanon the ink-drinking as unique to Sammy, but I feel like Grant also drinking ink is not something that’s implied so much as a headcanon that got popular? We can pretty easily accept that Grant transformed at SOME point, and the shared whispers imply that they were both under some inky influence, but that doesn’t tell us that ink-drinking was to blame. The note in BatDR about Grant looking ill could certainly be used for an ink-drinking headcanon, too, but as far as Evidence I think all it tells us for sure is that Grant was Very Stressed. [also trying to merge BatDR Grant and BatIM Grant into one entity seems messier the longer I think about it but I CANT GET DISTRACTED BY THAT NOW, THATS FOR ANOTHER POST]

ANYWAY, all the little things about this one having a valve in that one’s office and this one being voiced by a guy who did a song that’s in the other one’s office are neat but ultimately I feel like that stuff isn’t want sells a ship, for me – the biggest thing is a compelling dynamic between the characters.

There’s so much between these two that complicates them –

-- good money and hiring his own people were Sammy’s two big asks when he took the Music Director job, so he could easily be a source of financial strain and seen as one of the “wasters” Grant is so frustrated with, and it’s also not hard to imagine Sammy blaming Grant as one of the useless sheep who can’t do his job right once paychecks start coming in late. Add to that Grant being described as having no creativity at all in the Employee’s Handbook, and trying to imagine what he would relate to in Sammy “my special interest is music” Lawrence. Though I don’t know, that one could be fun. Does Grant like music despite not “getting” it? Can Sammy and Grant relate to each other through the intersection of music and math? Or does Grant just conceptualise music as a kind of math, which Joey thinks is boring but Sammy knows is not far off, and Sammy with his partially jazz background is INTRIGUING to Grant because what he’s making sounds good but isn’t following the rules…? IDK, Grant and Sammy learning to understand each other through understanding each other’s work is a neat thought.

On the surface they’re both frustrated men who want things to be under control and are frustrated with Joey’s spontaneity, but while Grant is having a meltdown over WHAT WILL JOEY SAY?, Sammy is screaming about pleasing a god rather than a man and certain that he’s found the one who will Set Them Free. Grant’s characterisation could be taken in a lot of directions, but it’s not hard to imagine him as the phobic to Sammy’s counterphobic.

Which is INTERESTING, because you get a dynamic that seems to work, as Sammy gives the impression of a leader who can offer certainty and something to depend on – and you CAN depend on him – but he’s actually a follower at heart who desperately needs someone to answer to, someone to believe in, and I don’t know if Grant can be that someone. Sammy and Grant BOTH want to be the one behind the scenes with someone else in the spotlight. On the other hand… we know Grant’s massaging numbers and fudging things and illegally hiding assets. It wouldn’t be hard to characterise him with a bit of ruthlessness as well, someone who’s not afraid to break the rules when he feels he has to; while Sammy seems frustrated, overstimulated, and perpetually at odds with a system he doesn’t fit in, Grant is willing to learn the system well enough to bend the rules to his advantage and know how to get away with it.

If you go with this take, you get a pair that could be dangerously effective but also dangerously fragile. I don’t think they would challenge or change each other so much as just reinforce each other’s ruthless caution – as long as they’re in cahoots, they’d be loyal to each other and value no principle above each others’ well-being. But the instant either of them mistrusts the other, they’d combust.

#this one's hard to talk about concisely b/c there are just a LOT of options for how to characterise Grant #but it's a neat concept...#grant x sammy #i'd say there was magic there #i know you have questions you always do

27 notes · View notes