#insomiacs

[blabberoo]

ok another doodle of whatever this au is because i am normal about it..

[luxury-nightmare]

good morning doaiblr

[gravemations]

Uuuuuhhhh I get a clyde with uuummmm D10 medium fries and thhheeeee fist fight with god as my drink/silly:3333

@wiz-jerboa @they-thespian666

since you two ask for the same character and colour palette but different expressions I thought it be fair if I put both as the same drawing

here is the Clyde :)

[ur-localcreature2023]

HERE! *Shoves this in ur face like bird seed and runs away*

Sketch versions:

[ceejaypopco]

Parksborn deniers must've shat their pants when insomniac dropped this shit bro (ik I'm late but it took me so long to finish this damn game)

[fandomfuntimem]

RE x DOAI Sitcom au [Veldigun ending]

Sirens blaring, patients rioting, and the Caretakers were losing. Leon had been hired to help and deffend the Lankmann Asylum, and he failed. The demons got in and created chaos. He desperetly fought his way through the patients, trying his best not to kill anyone. He just needed to get to Lankmann. At the least he can protect the man who hired him.

Running down the hall, bursting through doors, the screams faded into the distance as something new faded in. The closer he got the better he could hear.

Whack!

"MERCY PLEASE!"

Whack!

"I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

"free them."

"I- I cant do tha-"

Whack!

"ALEX PLEASE!"

Leon burst through the door. The floor was a mess, blood and slime everywhere. The screens lining the walls were broken, the walls clawed and cracked. In the corner was Herbert Lankmann. Leon knew he was a little messed up, but currently he looked like a broken and beaten mess. Infront of Lankmann stood a humanoid figure. It's body was skinny and lanky, fingers elongated, teeth exposed, long hair with many eyes blinking through it. It was a melty and goopy mess, it's features were barely forming. A bloody crowbar sat firmly in it's grasp. With every hit it landed it seemed to grow.

Aiming his gun, Leon shot the creature's hand. The crowbar fell with a loud clange as the creature screamed. A weirdly human... scream.... it turned.

As it turned it's face was fully revealed. A rotting human face, broken teeth, yellow eyes. It's breath was labored and it's skin barely clung to bone, and yet..  Leon recognised it. Alex Williams. His cousin. The child he grew up with, playing in the backyard, wondering around the forest, now stood infront of him. A monstrous snd rotting mess.

"Leon?" They grouned.

"Mr. Kennedy!" Lankmann hollered, "Get this- this thing away from me! It's trying to eat me!"

"Lies!"

"I-it's vicious! It attacked me for no reason!"

"LIES! LIES LIES LIES LIES" their voice sounded like a broken record, "IT'S ALL HIS FAULT! LANKMANN HURTS INNOCENT PEOPLE!"

"Don't listen to it!"

Leon's hands trembled. On one hand, its his cousin and he trusts them, Lankmann was also already fairly shady. On the other hand, he needs to protect Lankmann. It's his job. The sound of radio broke him out of his thoughts. It was Alex. Soon new voices joined the room. A frantic 911 call from a women, she described the caretakers breaking into her house. Screams of patients begging for their lives, the same women but this time a personal talk with her, Lankmann threatening Alex. So many recordings of their suffering. Right down to Alex's painful conversion and Lankmann's attempt to attack them while weak.

Lankmann's face cringed with fear, then soon twisted into anger, "none of that matters! I pay you! I write your checks! You work for me!"

Leon glared at him. Disgusting. Disgusting man. No, not a man. Such a disgusting thing. Torturing and hurting innocent people. Keeping powerful creatures captive and acting as if there would be no consiquences. Acting like it is above others. Leon was disgusted.

Turning his gun to face the broken creature, Lankmann's angered expression melted back into one of fear. It desperetly scrambled to get further away, but swiftly crumbled and hit a wall. Alex grinned, their figure growing and continuing to form. Lankmann screamed, but no one would hear it. The screams were drowned out by the sounds of sirens and rioters, then in a single moment, the screams were silent.

There was no more Herbert Lankmann. Just a mess of flesh and metal. Leon just smiled.

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New veldi Alex spacificly for the veldigun alex ending :)

Progress photos:

[averageclawcodeenjoyer]

"My cat won't let me get anything done"

And then it's just a picture of Ganke sleeping on Miles's chest while he's struggling to use him as a table for his sketchbook.

^^^

[secret-spirit]

Doai Sitcom au hyperfixation just railed me back in with full force and now i have 3 new stored whiteboard animatics in my head and a Headcanon that Alex does photography as a hobby before all shit went down and their camera was destroyed by the police breaking in and wrecking their home at the start of the worlds worst roadtrip arc

[xxoxobree]

Don’t hate me but I love these two and them together more than ATSV.

[ur-distantcousin3202]

I want to get into the Doai sitcom au Because I love what I’ve seen so far. But I have no idea where to start-

Edit: I have been informed :]

[radio-ghost-cooks]

goodnight to the arctic monkeys fans. goodnight to the fic writers. goodnight to the dishwashing staff. goodnight to the revenge insomniacs. goodnight to animators. goodnight to people who like pokemon scvi for the characters and story. goodnight to people who keep forgetting to drink water, i feel ya'll. goodnight to hamlet x horatio shippers (and their rosencrantz x guildenstern cousins). goodnight, night vale. goodnight.

[luxury-nightmare]

okay just finished the arg (thanks @personajan) and now I have thoughts™️

so we’ve finally got Six lore. It’s seems that Six (or Needokal as it is referred to but I’m still gonna call it six because that has been burned into my brain) works as a kind of false muse, guiding artists to inspiration as it weaves its way into their work so it can claim a voice (this could be my bias speaking cause it reminds me of Vide but whatever). This forces us to consider the idea that Six was never supposed to be in Doai, but instead weaved its way in to claim another voice.

Speaking of which, because I am a sucker for meta fiction this does force us to consider how we, the viewers, interact with it. Six seems almost desperate to be watched in some way, desperate to be know or seen by us specifically because it cannot bear the quiet

there’s also something interesting here about how the Arg functions the same ways as getting the dreams of an insomniac ending for lankamnn’s game, so maybe that’ll show up in doai somewhere

[asterthought]

Could you do a insomniac parksborn kiss when they were teens or adults? Also have you seen the story of the insomniac spiderman games since you've said you haven't play them, if not I highly suggest checking them out the second game is amazing for parksborn lovers

Venomized kisses (?)

To be honest, I know so little about these games, basically the only things I know is that Harry is Venom and that parksborn is practically canon 😅

However, I REALLY enjoyed drawing Harry's hair so I probably should get more into this universe because I want to draw that fluff more often lol

[ur-localcreature2023]

Tehe Clyde

[lonlylook]

Who wants to start a band called "Marvin and the lesbians"??

iykyk

[fandomfuntimem]

Disgusting creatures.

(A/N: apologies for any bad Grammer or writing. I wrote this pretty fast)

Alex liked to think they were a nice person. Well, maybe not nice. Nice isn't the right descriptor. More, neutral. Never exactly one to judge. They always preffered to go with the flow and see what happens. Recently though, things haven't exactly flowed like it should. Inbetween the loss of loved ones and the injustices of the foundation, Alex couldn't just "go with the flow" anymore. They had to go against it

Hence the giant demon currently snoring on their couch. All the curtains were closed, the TV was off, and they just sat there in silence. Pretending as if a man eating beast twice their size wasn't currently splayed across their lap. Honestly, the silence was comforting. Everything has been tape recorders, screams, and sirens lately. The silence was welcomed.

It allowed Alex to think...

They hated Clyde. The eastridge demon. The very demon they welcomed into their home no less than a month ago, the very demon quietly snoring on their lap. It ate their cousin and his friends, it brought chaos upon Eastridge allowing Lankmann to take power, innocent people were twisted and mutilated by it's power, and it felt no remorse.

The day Alex met the thing face to face, they didn't scream. No. They only felt anger. Watching the creature eat the sandwich with some sort of child like joy, then it demanded more, like a toddler who just discovered their favorite snack. From then on, it kept coming back. Eventually making Alex's home it's own.

The fucking audacity of the thing. It ate innocent people, threw Alex's life into a hellish spiral, and now, as if to mock them, it treats everything Alex has like it's own.

Alex hated the creature. A fucking disgusting, selfish, unrelenting beast.

And yet... Alex couldn't help it but feel... joy at the prospect of coming home to it. Alex found it so fascinating, and sometimes, no matter how many times they tell themself it's not real, they almost see some semblance of remorse in it's eyes. Always so brief, just out the corner of their eye. The creature would watch them, and for a few fleeting moments there was emotion. Then it would be gone as quick as Alex thought they saw it.

Oh well. Alex knows that, at the end of it all, they will die. When they hold no more use to the demon, it will eat them, and they're fine with that. Really, they are.

***

Clyde lifted it's head, slowly waking from it's sleep. It looked around the dark living room. Curtains drawn, TV off, and the human, Alex, slept slumped over on the arm rest of the couch. Slowly, it stood up. Careful not to wake the sleeping human, it made it's way to the kitchen. It could easily just eat Alex. They were defenseless, asleep, and just another human.

Humans. Selfish creatures. Taking what they want, when they want it, no remorse. Not once stopping to ask how it may effect others. Maybe alone they weren't that bad, but in groups they are almost as deadly as Veldiguns, especially against themselves. Clyde hated them, and it's pretty sure no one would notice if this one whent missing.

But, as Clyde glanced down at a stack of well plated sandwiches, it found itself conflicted. If humans were so selfish, why did this one take the time to feed it? To feed the monster who ate their loved ones? Did they know it was the same one?

Clyde gripped it's chest, a tight feeling came over it. It's siliva felt thick, it's throat ached, and it's tail shivered. It never felt this feeling before. Clyde felt... it felt as if, if could go back, it would go back and just change things. Pick anyone other than that one little boy.

After finishing it's meal it gently made it's way back to the living room. Softly, it shifted Alex down into a far more comfortible position. Sneaking upstairs, it grabs a few blankets and pillows, then back down it goes. Slowly laying the blankets across their body, and proping their head up with a pillow.

Stepping back, Clyde admired it's work. OK. Maybe it hated Alex a little less than most humans. Maybe.