#billyboy acwo

[rosemaryblossoms]

Either a few days ago or few weeks ago I made the Gacha Club version of Billy boy, I hope y’all like him.

Before anyone says anything about the feckless:

[piginglasses030]

Alex is really looking forward to ultra violence.

[teamiris]

[colorlessverde]

yet another image of alex being submissive and breedable

also whatever this is

[sillyworldposse]

Attention all Billyboy fans!! It has come to my attention that I desire to know more about our little greasy goatboy! If you'd like to, please share your headcanons, I'd be grateful (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

[aclockworksideblog]

Billy being german

bonus alex eva braun

look at this guy btw. Kekkkkk he’s so gay

[g0rechan]

Lil smth I’m working on

[rosemaryblossoms]

I took awhile to make this but here we go, presenting

BillyBoy from A Clockwork Orange 🕰️🍊

[piginglasses030]

«Lookout, Alex. I think Billyboy likes you.»

(Yes, I literally took a reference from "Madagascar 2")

[teamiris]

Chewing gums and not swallowing feels like edging my mouth

[montetarnz]

My cat bro... 💔 poor Billyboy

I love it doe I was gonna call him Pete but he's a billygoat now!! Or Billy, or Billyboy lol I love him..💕

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[colorlessverde]

help! i’ve drawn (almost) nothing but oc x canon

!!!

i might actually finish this (maybe)

also lil alex

[samurailogic]

Where did Kubrick find Richard Connaught to play Billyboy because he literally looks like he was birthed to play Billyboy. Like he IS Billyboy and like he only has 2 other acting credits which were all after ACwO like where did this man come from. Like just generally how does everyone in ACwO - other than the ladies - all look so perfectly nasty

[alexanderthylarge]

The Dim/Georgie: The Ship We All Deserve

I wrote this after a particular song inspired me. I decided to keep it simple enough that it could still be considered realistic, ya know? I didn’t want to overdo it. But anyways, enjoy the dimgie.  [If you don’t think Dim & Georgie were canon, did you even watch ACWO?]

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I straightened the schlapa atop my gulliver and swiped my fingers along the very edges of my litso to sort of clean up my voloss. It was always quite unkempt and unruly but I liked it when it were longer. I thought I looked more horrorshow as it may be when it were longer as opposed to the way my mum used to make me get it cut before I had the freedom of a young adult.

I was ittying home after stopping at the Korova for a nightcap after a night of ultraviolence and all that cal. I had a malenky drat with old Dim as we usually partook in these nights, but after I had said the slovos, he got real quiet like. I knew I had offended him but did not want to lessen my pride by apologizing to him so I just peeted my moloko laced with vellocet and did not say any more slovos until Pete asked if we were up for some tolchocking of Billyboy and his droogs in the skolliwoll vaysay.

I swung around my cane which hid my nozh, whistling to a warble I had in my rasoodock as I neared a particular alley between two mestos. Big mestos that scraped the black skies and tickled the stars, O my brothers. The industrial buildings of London were very drab and not very horrorshow. It were quite depressing, really. One of my suspenders had slipped off of my pletchos at some point and was slapping as I ittied. I could just start to slooshy the shooms of govoreeting. The goloss was familiar. I knew it to be my two droogs Georgie and Dim. I couldn’t quite slooshy every slovo they were skazating, so I crouched behind a vonny dumpster. I peeked my litso out sort of so I could viddy them enough but so they couldn’t viddy me.

The two of them stood, illuminated by a white bulb that glowed outside the back door of one of the mestos. I could viddy their breath as clouds. Well, Dim’s breath. He were the odin who was hollering as if he wanted the entire city to slooshy him.

“I’m so very bolnoy of this!” Dim is skazating, his rooker up by his gulliver, looking very bezoomny. “It’s really becoming too much? You don’t think he’s being too rough on myself? Some droog he is. Skazating such slovos to me…droogs, even bad brats like us, don’t say slovos like he’s said to me. I don’t like it very much at all and I’m tired of it!”

Georgie is right there, skazating back to him in a calmer type goloss.

“I know, Dim. I know he treats you not very dobby. Droogs should not be this way with each other and you should not be so razdrez about this. But perhaps we should give little Alex the benefit of doubt, yes? He seems to be going through something of his own and perhaps that may be why he’s chosen to act such a way with you?”

“I don’t care!” Dim bellows. I blink my glazzies at this, a bit shaken up. “I don’t care what he’s on! I don’t care what he’s going through and all that cal! He’s no excuse. He should not be acting like a child to me and making me feel so bad. It’s not right! You know it! This is my raz to forget about jeezny and be the one tolchocking instead of being tolchocked.”

“That’s all fine,” Georgie skazats. I’m bezoomny at him now too since he’s chosen not to defend me when Dim is govoreeting so ill about me behind my back. “You can think however you want. You have every right to be angry about this. No blame here. He is a real bastard. But he is our droog after all and—”

“Fuck Alex!” Dim cries. He pauses a bit after shouting this and smears his rooker across his glazzies and sniffles his nose. “Knifed he should be! For all I care!”

At this, I feel myself getting angry. Maybe more so than Dim. I tighten my grip on my nozh so tightly that I feared my rooker would snap it with the amount of force that were being exhibited on it like. I went to stand up and reveal that I’d been slooshying them the whole raz and then hit Dim as many times as I could before Georgie could try and stop me, but then I froze, my knees halfway extended so I could push myself up, the very top of my schlapa peeking up over the dumpster I was sure.

Georgie reached out and put his rookers on Dim’s pletchos and stared into his glazzies.

“I’ll back you up, then,” he says. “I’ll skazat some vehsch next raz he tries to pick on you, Dim. No need to get all weepy about it now.”

Dim reaches up again, reluctant like, and swipes his sleeve across his eyes and nose. He exhales greatly before he says, “He just makes me feel very ugly and not so desirable. It crushes my insides and all. He makes me feel real gloopy and I am tired of it.”

Georgie grips the back of Dim’s neck and stares hard into his glazzies.

“You are not so,” Georgie says firmly. He pauses for effect. “Do not think that.”

“Wh-what?” Dim stutters like a real gloopy malchick.

“Do not underestimate yourself, old Dim,” Georgie skazats. “You are a bolshy, handsome malchick.”

Neither of the brats say anything for a minoota. They just breathe and viddy each other as if they weren’t sure what to skazat next. I thought this to be a dobby raz to stand up and start tolchocking them both. I stand up, unsheathed nozh in my rooker, when suddenly Dim shot forwards and closed the malenky space between their litsos. He pushed his goobers against Georgie’s, his glazzies shut but Georgie’s open wide. Dim’s rookers held onto Georgie’s malenky biceps, his neck craned forwards awkward like. Georgie’s glazzies drift closed to match Dim’s and I just stand there, my rot open and my lungs devoid of any air.

Dim pulls away from Georgie and I throw my plott back down behind the dumpster and am breathing hard, my litso screwed up with the bolshiest confusion I’ve ever felt in my jeezny. Did I just viddy my two droogs…kissing? What was this cal? I looked back real skorry to peek out to viddy what they were doing now.

Dim just straightens his schlapa on top of his gulliver and starts to itty away. No other slovos were exchanged. I thought that to be real strange, O my brothers. I could not pony why Dim would kiss Georgie or why Georgie would close his eyes. I just couldn’t pony it. I felt wrong and razdrez inside my brooko and gulliver. I felt like I should not have viddied that at all.

Before Georgie can move his nogas and start ittying my way and find me hiding behind the dumpster, I scramble to my nogas and run skorry. I run until I’m heaving the slicing cold air through my throat and it starts to really hurt. I eventually make it to my Flatblock and try running up all of the stairs but I cannot run up all flights so I started to walk so I could also catch my breath.

I entered into 10-8 and spun the lock on my bedroom door. I tore my platties off and climbed underneath the blankets. I had forgotten to spin a record but I didn’t feel much like slooshying to anything at the minoota. I didn’t want to think about what I had viddied that nochy. It was wrong. They should not have done that. I decided it would be best if I never govoreeted about it with either of them. Since Dim and Georgie thought I were a real bastard, I would show them. I would show them by not bringing up their malenky kiss veshch. That would be dobby enough of me. They would not know that I knew about it, and that would be my dobby act to them.

I finally drifted off to spatchka after I had succumbed and spun a record. I didn’t feel right unless my ookos were slooshying Ludwig van with my glazzies closed. Spatchka couldn’t swallow me unless I was slooshying the beautiful music.

So I slooshied. And the next morning, I did not say a slovo to neither Dim nor Georgie.

And they never knew I viddied it.

[teamiris]

BILLEYBOYH I LUHV BELLEYBOY

Ahaha he so cute

[piginglasses030]

Billyboy literally say "🤨"