Samson (RP/Parody)
@samsonegypt.bsky.social
Young Man using his strength for monetary gain across different time periods. Historical RP OC. 25+ y/o MUN. (Fake/Parody/RP) MDNI
Samson turned as red as his cardigan.
"I.. No. You can't spend your money on me."
Samson had worked for everything he had ever had in life.
"I'll just... sleep in the street, until I've earned money from work. It's not too cold."
"I.. No. You can't spend your money on me."
Samson had worked for everything he had ever had in life.
"I'll just... sleep in the street, until I've earned money from work. It's not too cold."
November 22, 2025 at 11:26 AM
Samson turned as red as his cardigan.
"I.. No. You can't spend your money on me."
Samson had worked for everything he had ever had in life.
"I'll just... sleep in the street, until I've earned money from work. It's not too cold."
"I.. No. You can't spend your money on me."
Samson had worked for everything he had ever had in life.
"I'll just... sleep in the street, until I've earned money from work. It's not too cold."
“I’d do it,” he said quickly, and maybe a little too eagerly. “I love telling stories! Could I act in your films? What are they about?”
November 21, 2025 at 10:41 PM
“I’d do it,” he said quickly, and maybe a little too eagerly. “I love telling stories! Could I act in your films? What are they about?”
‘Ah, yeah, thank you,’ he stammered. ‘Need to find somewhere to sleep first I reckon.’
November 21, 2025 at 10:23 PM
‘Ah, yeah, thank you,’ he stammered. ‘Need to find somewhere to sleep first I reckon.’
“I - uh - thank you. Guess it’s up to me now to… build a life for myself…”
November 21, 2025 at 7:15 PM
“I - uh - thank you. Guess it’s up to me now to… build a life for myself…”
He nearly flinched at Cassiel’s touch. No one had ever touched him tenderly. But he let his jaw line lean in to the gentle finger.
“I… Yes,” he answered plainly. “I am… I *was* a slave. My master’s property. But I ran… Hid away on a ship. I didn’t know where I’d found myself until you told me.”
“I… Yes,” he answered plainly. “I am… I *was* a slave. My master’s property. But I ran… Hid away on a ship. I didn’t know where I’d found myself until you told me.”
November 21, 2025 at 7:06 PM
He nearly flinched at Cassiel’s touch. No one had ever touched him tenderly. But he let his jaw line lean in to the gentle finger.
“I… Yes,” he answered plainly. “I am… I *was* a slave. My master’s property. But I ran… Hid away on a ship. I didn’t know where I’d found myself until you told me.”
“I… Yes,” he answered plainly. “I am… I *was* a slave. My master’s property. But I ran… Hid away on a ship. I didn’t know where I’d found myself until you told me.”
A hole opened up in the pit of Samson’s stomach. That someone could make such an open hearted man feel like he wasn’t enough.
“Sounds like my old boss… Well, master. But he’s wrong. You seem perfect to me.”
“Sounds like my old boss… Well, master. But he’s wrong. You seem perfect to me.”
November 21, 2025 at 6:17 PM
A hole opened up in the pit of Samson’s stomach. That someone could make such an open hearted man feel like he wasn’t enough.
“Sounds like my old boss… Well, master. But he’s wrong. You seem perfect to me.”
“Sounds like my old boss… Well, master. But he’s wrong. You seem perfect to me.”
A deep wrinkle emerged between Samson’s brow.
“You’re a model! Everyone thinks you’re beautiful! People must tell you every day surely?”
“You’re a model! Everyone thinks you’re beautiful! People must tell you every day surely?”
November 21, 2025 at 6:04 PM
A deep wrinkle emerged between Samson’s brow.
“You’re a model! Everyone thinks you’re beautiful! People must tell you every day surely?”
“You’re a model! Everyone thinks you’re beautiful! People must tell you every day surely?”
“Pfft,” he said, casting his eyes down with awkward embarrassment. “You’re the beautiful model! I’m just…”
He stopped himself from finishing his sentence. Cassiel didn’t need to know the truth of his past.
“I’m just a big lug…”
He stopped himself from finishing his sentence. Cassiel didn’t need to know the truth of his past.
“I’m just a big lug…”
November 21, 2025 at 5:51 PM
“Pfft,” he said, casting his eyes down with awkward embarrassment. “You’re the beautiful model! I’m just…”
He stopped himself from finishing his sentence. Cassiel didn’t need to know the truth of his past.
“I’m just a big lug…”
He stopped himself from finishing his sentence. Cassiel didn’t need to know the truth of his past.
“I’m just a big lug…”
Samson folded his arms.
“If you say stay away from Max, I will stay away from Max.”
He looked down at Richie, and put a hand on his shoulder.
“I like the sound of Film Club. Who do you film if you’re the only member?”
“If you say stay away from Max, I will stay away from Max.”
He looked down at Richie, and put a hand on his shoulder.
“I like the sound of Film Club. Who do you film if you’re the only member?”
November 21, 2025 at 5:38 PM
Samson folded his arms.
“If you say stay away from Max, I will stay away from Max.”
He looked down at Richie, and put a hand on his shoulder.
“I like the sound of Film Club. Who do you film if you’re the only member?”
“If you say stay away from Max, I will stay away from Max.”
He looked down at Richie, and put a hand on his shoulder.
“I like the sound of Film Club. Who do you film if you’re the only member?”
Samson blushed.
“You think? Is everything alright? Out there, I mean?”
“You think? Is everything alright? Out there, I mean?”
November 21, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Samson blushed.
“You think? Is everything alright? Out there, I mean?”
“You think? Is everything alright? Out there, I mean?”
“Oh!“ Samson said, picturing ‘films’ like Richie described them. “Like… a play at the theatre? But you… make a record of them?”
November 21, 2025 at 5:32 PM
“Oh!“ Samson said, picturing ‘films’ like Richie described them. “Like… a play at the theatre? But you… make a record of them?”
his large, shapely thighs.
He looked at himself in a mirror and was satisfied. But he couldn’t help but wonder what the man was saying to Cassiel?
He looked at himself in a mirror and was satisfied. But he couldn’t help but wonder what the man was saying to Cassiel?
November 21, 2025 at 5:25 PM
his large, shapely thighs.
He looked at himself in a mirror and was satisfied. But he couldn’t help but wonder what the man was saying to Cassiel?
He looked at himself in a mirror and was satisfied. But he couldn’t help but wonder what the man was saying to Cassiel?
Samson didn’t know why he suddenly felt uneasy, being on his own, but he tried to ignore his worries. He was so lucky to have found Cassiel to help him.
He pulled a pair of baggy jean shorts that appealed to him, stripped off his loincloth and put on the shorts, which were a perfect fit even with +
He pulled a pair of baggy jean shorts that appealed to him, stripped off his loincloth and put on the shorts, which were a perfect fit even with +
November 21, 2025 at 5:25 PM
Samson didn’t know why he suddenly felt uneasy, being on his own, but he tried to ignore his worries. He was so lucky to have found Cassiel to help him.
He pulled a pair of baggy jean shorts that appealed to him, stripped off his loincloth and put on the shorts, which were a perfect fit even with +
He pulled a pair of baggy jean shorts that appealed to him, stripped off his loincloth and put on the shorts, which were a perfect fit even with +
paired with his heavy leather skirt and sandals.
“How do I look?”
“How do I look?”
November 21, 2025 at 5:09 PM
paired with his heavy leather skirt and sandals.
“How do I look?”
“How do I look?”
“I’m sure you‘re everyone’s favourite…” he said dreamily, swept up in Cassie’s eyes before snapping himself back.
“Uhh, thank you,” he said, taking the cardigan and pulling it on. The soft fabric felt strange on his skin after so many years shirtless, and the cosy item looked a little off when +
“Uhh, thank you,” he said, taking the cardigan and pulling it on. The soft fabric felt strange on his skin after so many years shirtless, and the cosy item looked a little off when +
November 21, 2025 at 5:09 PM
“I’m sure you‘re everyone’s favourite…” he said dreamily, swept up in Cassie’s eyes before snapping himself back.
“Uhh, thank you,” he said, taking the cardigan and pulling it on. The soft fabric felt strange on his skin after so many years shirtless, and the cosy item looked a little off when +
“Uhh, thank you,” he said, taking the cardigan and pulling it on. The soft fabric felt strange on his skin after so many years shirtless, and the cosy item looked a little off when +
”And you are one of the models?” he asked, studying Cassiel’s face. That would make sense, given quite how very beautiful he was.
November 21, 2025 at 5:00 PM
”And you are one of the models?” he asked, studying Cassiel’s face. That would make sense, given quite how very beautiful he was.
“Wh-whatever you think,” he said, still in awe and taking in the room.
“What is this place Cassiel? Or, sorry, is it Angel?”
“What is this place Cassiel? Or, sorry, is it Angel?”
November 21, 2025 at 4:54 PM
“Wh-whatever you think,” he said, still in awe and taking in the room.
“What is this place Cassiel? Or, sorry, is it Angel?”
“What is this place Cassiel? Or, sorry, is it Angel?”
Surrounded by so many clothes, Samson had never felt so naked. His jaw dropped at the sheer volume of fabric.
“Uhhh… big, I guess? What do you think will look good on me?”
“Uhhh… big, I guess? What do you think will look good on me?”
November 21, 2025 at 4:39 PM
Surrounded by so many clothes, Samson had never felt so naked. His jaw dropped at the sheer volume of fabric.
“Uhhh… big, I guess? What do you think will look good on me?”
“Uhhh… big, I guess? What do you think will look good on me?”
“Your film club… What do you do in ‘film club’?” he asked, deeply interested. If it interested the teen who had read his anime stories a hundred times or more, it interested him.
“And who’s Max?”
“And who’s Max?”
November 21, 2025 at 4:37 PM
“Your film club… What do you do in ‘film club’?” he asked, deeply interested. If it interested the teen who had read his anime stories a hundred times or more, it interested him.
“And who’s Max?”
“And who’s Max?”
Samson had… so many questions.
Who was this man?
Why did he call Cassiel ‘Angel’?
But he buried them all in his stomach, and instead went where Cassiel led. All the way along, he was careful not to bang his head.
Who was this man?
Why did he call Cassiel ‘Angel’?
But he buried them all in his stomach, and instead went where Cassiel led. All the way along, he was careful not to bang his head.
November 21, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Samson had… so many questions.
Who was this man?
Why did he call Cassiel ‘Angel’?
But he buried them all in his stomach, and instead went where Cassiel led. All the way along, he was careful not to bang his head.
Who was this man?
Why did he call Cassiel ‘Angel’?
But he buried them all in his stomach, and instead went where Cassiel led. All the way along, he was careful not to bang his head.
“Thank you,” he said. No one had ever held a door open for him before, and it felt… nice.
He rushed through, ducking his head to avoid the low entry way and then held the heavy door with ease for Cassiel to come through himself.
He rushed through, ducking his head to avoid the low entry way and then held the heavy door with ease for Cassiel to come through himself.
November 21, 2025 at 4:09 PM
“Thank you,” he said. No one had ever held a door open for him before, and it felt… nice.
He rushed through, ducking his head to avoid the low entry way and then held the heavy door with ease for Cassiel to come through himself.
He rushed through, ducking his head to avoid the low entry way and then held the heavy door with ease for Cassiel to come through himself.
“Uhhh… okay!” he said, not knowing what was waiting for him but confident that Cassiel was the person he wanted to follow.
November 21, 2025 at 3:59 PM
“Uhhh… okay!” he said, not knowing what was waiting for him but confident that Cassiel was the person he wanted to follow.
“I - uh - that’s really kind of you to think I could but… it looked pretty violent.”
For all his wall of muscle, Samson was a softie at heart.
“Are there any other clubs that you are in?”
He'd only just met Richie, but he knew he was someone he wanted to stick close to.
For all his wall of muscle, Samson was a softie at heart.
“Are there any other clubs that you are in?”
He'd only just met Richie, but he knew he was someone he wanted to stick close to.
November 21, 2025 at 3:58 PM
“I - uh - that’s really kind of you to think I could but… it looked pretty violent.”
For all his wall of muscle, Samson was a softie at heart.
“Are there any other clubs that you are in?”
He'd only just met Richie, but he knew he was someone he wanted to stick close to.
For all his wall of muscle, Samson was a softie at heart.
“Are there any other clubs that you are in?”
He'd only just met Richie, but he knew he was someone he wanted to stick close to.