#jack doai

[sundooisagoose]

I love how my hyperfixations are; insane lore with multiple stories(Pastra and friends), insane lore with the best ship I've ever seen(Cult of the Lamb), and peepy from itemlabel

truly something else

[blazefirefox]

Dreams of an Insomniac Voice Claims Part 1: The Canon Ones (+ Lucretia)

I've been working on this for almost 2 months now, and I'm excited to finally have this finished (at least the first part...)! I'll be making about 2 more of these videos that are pretty much just going to be my ocs, so I just wanted to upload this first.

also explanation for Winfrey's second design: this is based off my weird canon-compliant au with my ocs where Winfrey consumes Barbara, Jinx's previous partner, and their appearance changes accordingly

Klaus and Jack were drawn by @mapalssyrup

I decided to add some other doaiblrinas' ocs in this, but the only one I've finished is @arkaix's Lucretia, who's the last blue lady, so she's also here :] (I hope I did her design justice lol)

ok bye

(feel free to ask questions too!)

[troupe-of-eldritch-horrors]

Where do you guys sleep? Do you have your pwn rooms or do you just sleep in a big cuddle puddle like cats?

???: Clyde and Winfrey snuggle at night. Alex is usually close by.

???: Klaus sleeps in a shitty blanket fort. Jack needs their beauty sleep.

???: Flock's very insistent about sleeping by Simon's side.

???: Swankmann never sleeps.

???: Ever.

???: Lankmann and Mortimer have beds.

???: I do wonder why you're curious, though... Very interesting...

[crystal46uwu]

Art fight attack for @redleaderdemon :3

[stellastellaaa]

Jack drawing i did lalaallaallaala

[redleaderdemon]

DOAI Circus AU?

So, I've been working on designs for this AU and I've been considering making a blog that features this AU with comics and/or askblog.

Would the DOAI community be interested in that?

Also the designs for you all to look at! I also plan on making an animatic for it regardless of results!

[luxury-nightmare]

mom says it’s my turn on the writing

He had them cornered.

The two velidgun were unknown by the asylum before the break in, and he was going to capture them. The two were racing down the hall, the caretaker hot on their trail. There were muffled screams close behind him, but he had worked here long enough to block them out.

He pull out his taser while he turned the corner, only to see the two backed up into a dead end. He smiled under the mask, tearing the skin that covered the side of his mouth.

The two didn’t resemble specimen 02 or 01 in the slightest. One was a fluffy pink mouse type creature and the other had retreated into its box. It lunged, but he dodge and fired his taser. It stumbled back. He was slightly confused, as specimen 01 had brushed off at least three, but this one was pretty young from what he heard.

He fired the taser again, and the veldigun screamed in pain.

The scream sounded way to human

The colors got deeper and the hairs on his arms stood up. He whipped around to see the other veldigun spring out the the box. He ducked under the things extending neck and fired his taser. It connected, sending the thing reeling back. This was fine. He had been trained for this.

Bang

A gunshot echoed through the hallway, stealing the caretaker’s attention long enough for long enough for the veldigun to escape down the hall. He turned to the shooter, snarling under his mask.

Was that the animator?

He turned to pull out his taser, but a flash of plain through the back for his hand sent him reeling. He looked back up to see the animator pulling the trigger a third time, aiming at his shoulder.

He tried to move out of the way, but the bullet collided into his shoulder and he fell to the ground.

“Listen closely,” he snarled, leaning over the caretaker ominously. A shadow fell over his face. “If you so much as look at my kids wrong again, I’ll make you wish Clyde found you first.”

Wait, that wasn’t a shadow.

Something dripped from his face, landing too close to his foot. He recoiled back as the goop sizzled on the floor. He looked back up at him, his facing pealing away to reveal inky black flesh, two yellow eyes glaring down at him in disgust.

“Leave” the animator snarled

He ran.

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Sirens blared through the halls of the asylum, red lights coating the halls. Screams and heavy breathing pierced the air.

And Mortimer was panicking.

He had lost Jack and Klaus in the confusion, and he was desperately trying to find them. He grasped the pistol he had found like a life raft, and prayed to god he would find the veldigun pair soon.

His prayers were answered in the worst way possible when he turned the corner.

His heart leaped into his throat as the caretaker came into view, Jack and Klaus backed into the corner. Mortimer fired before he could even think. He didn’t care, he just needed Jack and Klaus to be okay. Blood splattered against the wall as Jack and Klaus slipped away.

Mortimer turned back to the caretaker. He saw him reach for something, most likely a gun, but Mort was faster. He shot the caretaker directly in the back of the hand, then turned and shot at his shoulder, sending him reeling back onto the floor.

Mortimer raised the gun threateningly, a growl building in his throat. “Listen closely,” he spat, looking down at the caretaker at his feet “If you so much as look at my kids wrong again, I’ll make you wish Clyde found you first.”

Wait

Since when had they been his kids?

He turned back to the caretaker, fear radiating off him despite the mask covering his face. Mortimer looked down in disgust, before lowering his gun slowly

“Leave”

The caretaker didn’t have to be told twice. He shakily got to his feet and rushed down the hall, leaving Mortimer alone and breathing heavily.

He heard a rustling behind him, and turned to see a blur of pink and green duck behind the corner. Mortimer followed to see Klaus and Jack curled into the corner in fear. Jack was hiding in his box and Klaus was curled up next to it.

“Hey” Mortimer’s voice softened. Klaus turned to Mortimer, fear leaving his face as Mort pulled him into a hug.

“It’s okay”

“It’ll be okay”

[fymo-blogs]

Post-Asylum relations

Note: This isn't very close to how his veldigun form looks. This is just the best I could get from a picrew

Close-up of the image

The base

Sources

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Picrew

Base

[markerofthemidnight]

“Don’t tell me you don’t wanna play, little buddy! The game’s so simple: if you don’t believe me, just come closer and take a look at what’s inside my toy box…”

Guess who is FINALLY continuing making Veldigun designs for the DoaI x Hatchetfield AU (or Dreams of the Black, as @luxury-nightmare and I decided to call it)!

Up next on the chopping board is Jack and Tinky. Why Jack?… Uh… I dunno, I just… I guess I thought it’d be easy? Was weirdly compelled to do this one next, even though that placement makes absolutely zero sense…

(And of course, here is the low-light version:)

[akheku]

hi guys i made a bunch of pastra-related pixel art

[sundooisagoose]

Clyde but he's in various sleeping positions

[blazefirefox]

random doai textposts lol, ft. various ocs and aus

the lankmann drawing in the 8th pic is by @arkaix

EDIT: forgot a meme

[troupe-of-eldritch-horrors]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!

Happy Pride to everyone from Troupe of Eldritch Horrors!~

Each and every one of you are valid in your identity and we see you! You're all an important part of the LGBTQA+ community!

Also, for those who are curious, these are the flags everyone is holding/wearing! Swankmann: Genderfluid Simon: AroAce Mortimer: Intersex Progressive Flag Klaus: LGBT and Demisexual Lankmann: LGBT Jack: Bigender and Demisexual Winfrey: MLM and Nonbinary Alex: Asexual and Nonbinary Clyde: Voidgender and MLM

I wish you all a lovely Pride Month!

-The Overseer

[oneiricobservationaublog]

what’s myke’s opinion on the other velidgun? (Clyde, Winfrey, Klaus Simon, etc)

HMM, LET’S SEEE…

CLYDE - HOW DID THIS GUY MANAGE TO MAKE MY FACE LOOK SO STUPID?! FUCK THIS GUY, I HOPE THE FEDS CATCH HIM.

WINFREY - WAIT- YOU’RE SAYING ONE OF THESE PEOPLE WAS ACTUALLY CAUGHT BY THE FEDS?! HOLY HELL! YOU’RE REALLY LUCKY TO HAVE ME AROUND, AREN’T YOU?

KLAUS - HEY LOOK, ANOTHER OBVIOUS RIPOFF OF VARIOUS MEDIA FROM THE MASCOT HORROR GENRE! AND THIS ONE’S MILES LESS ANNOYING THAN CANDICE! NOT BAD!

JACK - AND HERE’S ANOTHER ONE! SIX, AT LEAST THESE GUYS KNOW HOW TO ACTUALLY LOOK SCARY… WAIT… HOW DOES HIS HEAD AND ALL HIS LIMBS FIT IN THERE? IS THAT BOX A TARDIS, OR WHAT?

THE FLOCK - OH, A… MUCH GOOPIER… BEAU SITUATION. ER… FUN TO BE AROUND, I’M SURE, BUT PROBABLY A PAIN IN THE METAPHORICAL ASS TO KEEP UNDER CONTROL.

SIMON - WHAT… WHAT THE FUCK? OH COME ON, I THOUGHT THESE GUYS WERE COOL (WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE ORANGE RIPOFF)! SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN UNDER MY WATCH!

But don’t Russel and Candice exi-

YOUSHUTYOURFILTHYMOUTH.

[havoc-bloom]

Rat Trap

An angsty, horrible, no-good ficlet starring Klaus and Jack.

(TW: Physical abuse mentions. Just… Klaus being a general asshole. Also the relationship between Klaus and Jack is EXTREMELY toxic and I’m not going to sugarcoat it. It is terribly unhealthy and manipulative, and in no way is this an attempt at “romanticizing” it. It’s fucked up. You have been warned.)

The warehouse was hardly a home. It was hardly even a house. It was more like a place of residence. It didn’t deserve the title “home,” because home is where you are loved. It didn’t deserve the title “house,” because in a house you’re supposed to feel safe.

As the winter sun began to peek through the fogged windows, Jack felt anything but safe or loved. As he tried to sleep, he kept hearing his… for lack of a better word, “partner,” Klaus. Pacing. Rambling to himself under his breath. The occasional clatter of him punching a wall or any standing object.

It was normal now. Klaus often stayed up well into the daylight to vent his frustration from the previous night. He would break things, he would yell, he would let his rage boil over and scald whatever it touched. Klaus being angry was a usual occurrence, and most nights Jack would sleep through it.

Other nights, when he was unfortunate enough to be awake, Jack would act as a punching bag. Klaus seemed to blame a lot of things on Jack, whether he was the cause of an unsuccessful hunt or he’d talk too loud when Klaus had a migraine. It wasn’t unlike him to be aggressive. That aggression led to Jack’s skin being littered with marks. Bruises. Scars. And so Jack began to go to sleep earlier, so he wouldn’t be subjected to Klaus’ rage.

Tonight was different.

As Jack began to drift off to sleep, to finally find peace and comfort in the confines of his unconscious mind, he heard something from across the warehouse. Something so bizarre, so out-of-place, that for a moment he believed himself to be dreaming.

He heard crying.

It was small. Only the occasional quiet, choked sobs followed by the slightest sniffles and whimpers. And considering he hadn’t heard anyone being stabbed to death by now, he was sure it wasn’t a human. Slowly it turned to little mumbling between sobs, soft apologies barely made coherent as they echoed across metal walls.

“... What happened … left me alone … stupid, stupid, fucking stupid!…”

The clatter of metal against concrete. And the loudest, gut-wrenching, pained scream he’d ever heard.

An instinctual fear washed over him as he jolted upright, scrambling to his feet and finding his footing before sprinting towards the noise. He hoped, dreamed, prayed to any god that would listen that Klaus hadn’t been hurt. That instinct to protect was overwhelming. Even if the person he was trying to save would never do the same for him, the urge to do so despite that consumed him. Because that’s what Veldigun do. They find a partner, and they don’t separate. No matter what.

Turning a corner, Jack cringed at the smell of blood and rot and artificial birthday cake. The scent always lingered around Klaus. It was used to lure in children, and made it much easier for Jack to find his way to his partner. Nose in the air, he followed the stench of death. Nearly sliding past, he dashed into an open doorway. “Klaus!? I heard a scream, what-”

“-happened…”

There was Klaus. This overbearing, arrogant, terrifying monster was reduced to a weeping mess on the ground. Curled up in a corner, knees tight against his chest, and sobbing his eyes out. As viscous black liquid poured from the corners of his eyes, he looked up at Jack with an emotion he’d never seen out of his partner before.

Klaus felt grief. And to Jack, this revelation fell somewhere between terrifying and glorifying. He’d never admit it, though there was something satisfying about seeing Klaus this way, feeling such human emotion. Shaking off the feeling, he crouched down next to his partner, worry etched on his face.

“K-Klaus? Are you… are you alright?”

The rat scoffed despite his tears. “Does it look like I’m alright, jackass?” He was barely able to muster up a chuckle before a sob overtook his throat again, and he choked on his words.

“Hey, it’s gonna be alright…” Jack reached out his hand to rest it on Klaus’ shoulder. “You can tell me whatever you need to, I’m right here-”

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He flinched away violently, curling in on himself more. “Sorry!…” Jack muttered, the worry in his expression quickly turning to one of sympathy. He lowered his hand back down to his side. “Do you… need anything?”

Klaus paused for a moment. “...I don’t know.” He sniffled. “I don’t fucking know anymore.” The sniveling quickly turned to strained weeping, throat sore and eyes red, and he buried his face into his knees. Jack, unsure of what else to do, sat next to him. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t move. He just sat. And though Klaus had put him through so much pain, he couldn’t help but feel sympathy. He despised the pity he felt, but it welled up inside him, gnawing at his insides.

And as much as Klaus hated to admit it, Jack’s presence did bring comfort. Vague comfort, one he hadn’t felt in a long time, but comfort nonetheless. He didn’t know what drove him to do it; overwhelming grief? A singular grasp at something resembling comfort? Either way, he grabbed hold of his partner, and pulled him into an embrace. Sobbing into his chest, clawing into his back. And Jack returned it with soft arms.

They eventually fell asleep, holding each other. Klaus first, exhausted from crying his heart out. Jack couldn’t seem to fall asleep for a long while, though. Something ate at the back of his mind. Guilt, regret, anxiety, all viciously clawing at him, mocking him. Why do you care for him? Why haven’t you just left? You have nothing to win and everything to lose. There’s no use.

But instinct compelled him to stay. Without anyone, what was he to do? He was directionless without Klaus. His entire existence was hinged on him. He became dependent on the individual that seemed to hate him most. He couldn’t leave. He just couldn’t. And with that thought, he drifted to sleep.

When he woke, Klaus was gone. He heard the sharpening of a knife outside the little room, and assumed his partner was waiting for him.

Veldigun stick together. They hunt together, they live together, they are their only source of company. How lonely it is, to be a monster, when your only companion is a monster much worse than you.

[redleaderdemon]

Making an Animatic

Cons: Posing, timing, proportions, so much drawing.......

Pros: I get to draw gay people