#dandes world

[lizardchameleon]

Toodles skipping school just to do detective stuff with Rodger is such a kid thing to do when their parents job is so cool.

[deeplyrottenworld]

"when ur close to me..." -Gorillaz

[artyheartz]

I look different from yesterday! (PopMusic 🫧🎵)

Pls tumblr dont butcher the quality 🙏🙏

[mephojixx]

expect some dandys world content soon!!!!

[jshinmoe18]

meow

[multidimen-sionalcreature]

I just made my first ship art, is clard x rodger.

[bahfreak]

Hi! Could we get a shelly (nonbinary transftm) and cosmo (he/it) dandys world?

i misread yur request as astro instead of cosmo so yu get an extra hfhf

room 098 ,, SHELLY . . .

names : shelly

pronouns : they / them , hey / hem , ey / em , fleu / fleur , shell / shells , sea / seas , wae / wave , cor / coral , ocean / oceans , hy / hydro , thy / thm , hy / hym , 🐚 , 🪸

terms : neutral

genders : transgender , transmasc , nonbinary , bxy , boy+ , enboy , oceangender

orientation : lesbian , lesboy

paraphilias : 💧 , 💥 , 💐

species : shell toon

cis - ids : autistic , extrovert , doll , dpdr

tris - ids : severi - sh , chronic fatigue

trans - ids : adhd , depression , winged

roles : dissociation holder

source : shelly from dandy’s world

typing quirk : “ ; “ before every message ( example : “ ; hey guys ! “ )

astro & cosmo under the cut !

room 099 ,, ASTRO . . .

names : astro , tsuki / 月

pronouns : he / him , it / its , hx / hxm , xt / xts , x / xs , sol / solar , ec / eclipse , luna / lunar , moon / moons , wax / waxing , wane / waning , cresc / crescent , tsu / tsuki , ★ , ☆ , 月 , 🈷️ , 🌙

terms : masculine

genders : nonbinary , moongender

orientation : unlabeled

paraphilias : 🧿4🧿 , ❣️ , 🪢 , 🔗 , 🪜

species : moon toon

cis - ids : generalized anxiety disorder , panic disorder , nyctophobia

tris - ids : narcolepsy , wheelchair user

trans - ids : vanillascentian , panphobia , owner

roles : sleeper , somnoian , exposurist

source : astro from dandy’s world

typing quirk : never uses caps , shortens words ( example : “ howr u ? “ { how are you ? } )

room 100 ,, COSMO . . .

names : cosmo , chihaku / 千白 , chosuke / 猪介 , chaening / 채닝

pronouns : he / him , it / its , silly / sillys , con / confetti , scrunk / scrunkle , 🎉 , 🎊

terms : masculine

genders : nonbinary , gendersylph , neongender , brightgender , rainbowgender , sweetgender

orientation : multisexual , pansexual , omnisexual

paraphilias : 🧸 , 🍭 , 💥 , 🐊

species : pastry toon

cis - ids : poc , candyscentian , kidcore , cringe , harmed , bullied

tris - ids : autistic , stpd

trans - ids : blasian , japanese , korean , kpop idol , jpop idol , singer , songwriter , famous , main character , chocoamian , perma - kid

roles : cringe holder

source : cosmo from dandy’s world

typing quirk : all caps

[dailaz]

New top 3?

[astrangeghost]

you are NOT IMMUNE to pretty girls 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[nenboxen]

Dand world

Sup my dudes I'll just post these here.

I also enjoyed redesining some of the characters yah

yeeeah idk what to say

[lizardchameleon]

What would happen if Connie did haunt the machine instead XD

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

Trick or treat :kek:

i wanted to give you a trick, but that felt too mean 😂 you only deserve treats too, dande 😌 (again - boldly declaring that my writing is a treat, how dare i)

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The first time Voldemort realises he is preoccupied by Harry Potter, he dismisses it as a temporary obsession, an effect of the prophecy’s weight hanging over them both. He reasons that it is only natural to feel that connection, that persistent pull of fate that entwines them. But over time, he finds himself lingering on details that have nothing to do with power, prophecy, or survival.

He notices the way Harry stands, shoulders squared as if ready to take on the entire world with that endless courage. The way he meets Voldemort’s eyes with a gaze that burns with conviction and resentment—a fire even the Dark Lord can appreciate. He observes the shadows under Harry’s eyes, the exhaustion and strain he hides with an almost maddening determination.

At night, when silence blankets his surroundings and the shadows seem to close in, Voldemort entertains himself by wondering how such a fragile-seeming figure holds such relentless strength.

It’s during these quiet moments that Voldemort’s imaginations tend to run wild… and he, in turn, tends to run indulgent.

“Imagine,” he murmurs into the near-darkness, voice barely a whisper of parseltongue. He is alone in his chambers, with nothing but the faint crackle of the dying fireplace to answer him. “Imagine the boy at your side.”

He lets himself imagine the scene vividly. Harry, fierce as always, beside him, eyes blazing but no longer with hatred. No, Harry looks at him with something akin to loyalty—devotion, perhaps. And Voldemort moulds him, sharpens that unyielding spirit, wields him like a blade against anyone who dares oppose him. 

It is, of course, impossible. The boy has proven his defiance time and again, but imagining a world where Harry Potter is his… It’s a delightfully twisted pleasure.

He can see flashes of it when he duels with Harry. He lets their spells clash longer than necessary, twisting his wand in complex arcs to draw out their exchanges. Voldemort always casts his most elegant spells, feeling a shiver of satisfaction when Harry blocks them, though he never holds back enough to allow any real advantage.

They have circled each other, surrounded by the acrid smell of scorched earth and smoke, and Voldemort can see it—the gleam of fire in Harry’s eyes that seems almost respectful, if only for Voldemort’s sheer skill. Perhaps one day, he has thought, as his fingers twist around his wand. One day he will see reason. One day he will recognise his proper place.

Voldemort’s lips curve into a slow, almost serene smile as the firelight casts strange shadows across his features. He knows it is madness to indulge in such thoughts, but he allows it, and the fantasies bloom in his mind. After all, he is a master of bending the world to his will. He would take Harry’s resistance, his fire, his drive—and once he had them if he could just turn them inward, redirect them toward his cause…

“Yes,” he hisses softly, a strange kind of longing in his voice. “Yes, I could make him see.”

And in his fantasies, Harry does see. Voldemort imagines the boy on his knees, not in defeat but in reverence, with that same fierce loyalty that he always displays toward those he loves. Only now, that loyalty is directed at him. Yes, in his mind, Voldemort can feel the heat of Harry’s presence beside him, a flame he can waiver but never fully extinguish—and for reasons he can’t quite explain, he doesn’t want to extinguish it. He wants it close, flaring bright, a fiendfyre only he can command… Voldemort knows it is perverse to entertain such a vision, but he can’t deny its allure.

So it’s nights like this, quiet and still, that Voldemort finds himself in fits of whimsy. Obscene behaviour he will never admit to—a summoned bit of parchment and his bent form drafting a letter—a message to Harry. He imagines himself delivering it with a trace of charm, that magnetic charisma he’d once wielded as Tom Riddle. The letter itself is a promise. A darkly tempting offer that whispers of power and knowledge surpassing anything Harry can imagine. Join me, it murmurs from his writing desk, and I will show you things beyond even your boldest dreams.

And as the sun creeps up, joining the dead, undead, and deeply asleep, Voldemort holds the letter before the dying embers of the fireplace and watches blankly as it catches alight. He burns it, scoffing at his own foolishness.

One day, he tells himself as he stalks the halls of Malfoy Manor, irritation under his skin from another fitfully restless night. One day he will either have Harry by his side—willingly or not—or he will be rid of this strange obsession. But until then, he allows himself the indulgence of these fantasies, of a loyalty untainted by fear and of a fire that burns for him alone.

And the next night, in the silence of his dark chambers, with only shadows to witness, when he finds himself with imaginations that tend to run wild… he finds himself waiting—waiting for the day when Harry Potter will be his.

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(fin...?)

[hanzajesthanza]

“what does geralt get from that friendship…”

another post examining the weight of geralt and dandelion’s friendship… because i don’t think people recognize how painful and debilitating loneliness can become.

the witcher as a deconstruction of the genre takes fantasy tropes to their most logical ends—it asks us to consider what The Lone Swordsman feels, looks into the humanity in a Cold-Blooded Killer. and it turns out he’s not cold-blooded at all.

that despite some superhuman abilities, he laments and worries and curses himself, just like any other worker of any other profession. just as the farmer is scorched by the sun, the washerwoman’s back aches, and the scholar goes half-blind studying, a witcher deals with all of the pains and annoyances and dangers of his job in a mundanely human way.

but the farmer, the washerwoman, and the scholar have something the witcher does not have—they’ll always be seen as human and part of their society. at the end of the day after enduring all of their labor, they have their wife to caress, festivities to attend, and taverns to frequent. but for a witcher? after the killing is over, what does he have? no one and nothing. not even a thank you. he is met with fear and hatred everywhere he goes, baseless bigotry and dislike.

I did my job. I quickly learned how. I’d ride up to village enclosures or town pickets and wait. If they spat, cursed and threw stones, I rode away. If someone came out to give me a commission, I’d carry it out.

so he faces not just loneliness, but being deliberately ostracized and cast out from society. geralt can’t even find a polite word in most settlements, much less a friend.

‘(…) Tell me, where should I go? And for what? At least here some people have gathered with whom I have something to talk about. People who don’t break off their conversations when I approach. People who, though they may not like me, say it to my face, and don’t throw stones from behind a fence. (…)’

this kind of loneliness is not a mere inconvenience. it’s completely altering to your self-perception and ability to see the positive in the world.

each day is not lived, but endured.

day in, and day out—forced to the most difficult and lowest labor in order to survive, and knowing that were you to die, no one would search for your body, few would miss you, hell, they might even spit “good riddance”.

in this situation, to find a friend, is not only friendship, but a rescue.

without dandelion, geralt may have drowned—drowned in solitude, amidst a sea of strangeness.

‘(…) And I’m alone, completely alone, endlessly alone among the strange and hostile elements. Solitude amid a sea of strangeness. Don’t you dream of that?’

No, I don’t, he thought. I have it every day.

because dandelion is not only a bright soul, characteristic rippling laughter and the strum of a lute, but someone who will intently listen to geralt, someone who mutually enjoys his company.

‘(…) you almost jumped out of your pants with joy to have a companion. Until then, you only had your horse for company.’

someone who doesn’t see him as strange and at the fringes of society at all, but as an utterly normal man.

and doesn’t impose demeaning, sappy sympathy onto him, but sobering and realistic “quit your bullshit” which ridicules the very thought that he should internalize societal hatred.

Do you know what your problem is, Geralt? You think you’re different. (…) [You don’t understand that] for people who think clear-headedly you’re the most normal man under the sun, and they all wish that everybody was so normal. What of it that you have quicker reflexes than most and vertical pupils in sunlight? That you can see in the dark like a cat? That you know a few spells? Big deal.

dandelion isn’t “willing” to accept geralt for himself—he already has accepted him. and to him, it’s no difficulty, it’s nothing worth discussing, because he sees no abnormality and no strangeness in him.

while others “prefer the company of lepers to witchers,” dandelion has already offered geralt to share his room and board. not out of sympathetic pity, not out of fetishizing curiosity. because… they’re friends.

and what else does this friendship save him from?

not only from others, but from himself.

worse than enduring others’ apathy and hatred is one’s own thoughts—the darkness and negativity which builds from witnessing and experiencing such behavior.

dandelion’s ability to counter and dispel geralt’s pessimism and self-flagellating tendencies—again, not out of pity, but out of friendship—is undeniably invaluable. someone to rescue you from your darkest thoughts, when you begin to spiral.

and in this darkness, all you can do is cry. you cry, beg for someone to help you, please—

Help! Why doesn't anyone help me? Alone, weak, helpless – I can't move, can't force a sound from my constricted throat. Why does no one come to help me? I'm terrified!

to be alone, the saga reminds us, is worse than a death sentence. to be alone is to “perish; stabbed, beaten or kicked to death, defiled, like a toy passed from hand to hand.” to be alone is to suffer, and to be with someone is to save them from that suffering.

'(…) I wouldn't like anything bad to happen to you. I like you too much, owe you too much-'

'You've said that already. What do you owe me, Yennefer?'

The sorceress turned her head away, did not say anything for a while.

'You travelled with him,' she said finally. 'Thanks to you he was not alone. You were a friend to him. You were with him.'

it is true that geralt has saved dandelion countless times, helped him, gotten him out of some scrape… but to ask what did geralt get in return? are you kidding me?

did you ever consider that it is dandelion who saved geralt?

by being with him. by being by his side. by being his friend.

indeed, dandelion has rescued geralt, countless times, from the yawning jaws of endless loneliness. he’s helped him, chased away the danger of geralt’s own rumination. and he’s gotten him out of scrapes, his own insecurities and bitter helplessness.

so what does dandelion give geralt? what does geralt get from their friendship?

an amusing question. what one gets from friendship is the friendship itself. and that is more than enough.

[dandyshandler]

Are you cheating on me?

Dandy pass me a beer.

Hang up that work (computer) call...

Come over here and kiss me on my hot mouth.

[this-isnt-the-bathr00m]

Astrp dands world🤯

I don’t really like the other drawing of Astro I posted so I drew him again!! He’s my main :) I really only play with my friend and she plays as Brightney. I think we make a good team.

Multiple alts underneath

Also fun fact… most of my stuff are doodles because I hate taking any longer than 2 hours on a drawing….

[cconfusedkat]

Man, do you know how funny it would be if Allure and Giu were somehow sent to Dandy's World and they first meet the regular toons, only to shortly meet the twisteds because they're probably the size of humans and the toons are SO DAMN SMALL EISBSJSBS

Allure nd giu are probably having fun in gardenview and then giu is the first mf to see a twisted and he runs over to allure and Hes Like.

"BUB I DONT MEA;N TO ALARM YOU BUT THERES A GIANT FUCKIN FLOWER THA ONE I WAS TALKIN ABOUT EARLIER WITH TH'TAPES 'N EVERYTHIN HES RUNNIN AFTER ME CUZ I STOLE A TAPE IN FRONT OF HIM. IM NOT BLUFFIN THIS TIME. THIS SHIT IS SERIOUS 'N ROCK SOLID. WE GOTTA GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE"

"You're crazy talking. All of the toons we met here are incredibly nice, even so little—I highly doubt that you saw Dand—ooH OH. OH LORD. OH MY GODS. GIVE HIM THE TAPES BACK GIUSEPPE"