yippee! doai (+ ocs as memes!) I decided to do this and literally finished in an hour???? because the world hates me, all the videos I compiled for this are almost 20 minutes, which Tumblr can't handle, so I just cut them in half and will start working on the other half at a later date. HOWEVER, the first half was apparently too big for Tumblr, so I split that in half and I will upload the other half of THIS in a second lmao
some stuff:
this includes some OCs that I have not revealed yet
this also includes scenarios from the DOAI sitcom au
this also includes ocs from my dear friend @mapalssyrup's au, Bleeding From Every Orifice (‼️which I do not own‼️)
the memes from said AU will be labeled with BFEO and the ones from the sitcom au will be labeled, well, sitcom au
when someone is labeled "Mortimer Gray", it was mortimer when he was human, and when it's just "Mortiemer", that's when he's veldigunified(tm)
Everything was happening all at once. The stench of blood, the clattering of metal on metal, the momentary blindness that he blinked away, and the pained sobs of his friend nearby. Oh, god, his friend.
“Mark,” Lankmann cautiously opened his bloodied eyes. “Mark!”
Only a cry in return.
Lankmann kneeled down to judge Markov’s injuries. The side of her face was swollen, eye bleeding to match. Parts of her pink hair were matted with ichor, and most visibly, a large precise cut spread from her armpit to waist, revealing an intestine.
“Oh, God, Mark…” Lankmann reached out to try to help, but retracted his hand when he realized that he didn’t know what to do.
Painfully, Markov opened her eyes and winced when seeing her guts spread on the tile floor. “Oh, shit,” She groaned and laid her head back down.
“Mark, I’m so sorry, this never should’ve happened to you,” Lankmann sobbed.
“What are you crying for? You know I’ll be back,” Markov weekly responded.
“You didn’t deserve this, I should’ve been in your place. This is all my fault,” He continued to bargain, laying his head in Markov’s blood-soaked coat.
“Well, it was gonna happen to one of us eventually,” She sighed, emphasizing different syllables in pain. “I’ll say hi to your dad for you.”
“Mark, I swear to God, if you leave me, I’ll kill you.”
“How would that even work, stupid?” She scoffed. “I’ll see you again anyways.”
“Mark, Mark, please, Markov,” Lankmann hysterically sobbed, repeating her name over and over as if it were to somehow stop the truth.
It’s been 4 years since the events known as the Eastridge 6 took place and the residents of Eastridge County have never been the same since. Veldigun sickness has been spreading faster than ever, admitting more and more people to the Lankmann's Asylum every day. Oddly enough, while being short staffed, its titular owner, Dr. Lankmann, never seems to complain. He appreciates the fresh meat.
Bleeding From Every Orifice is a askblog DOAI AU based on old lore, personal headcanons and inside jokes.
People who ask the blog take the role of an employee at the Lankmann Asylum or a voice of a veldigun’s previous victim.
Banner and PFP by pastraspec. All posts are tagged per character it includes. TWs will be tagged as "tw (warning here)". Posts tagged as "non canon" should be disregarded as canon.
TRIGGER WARNING FOR: fire; child, physical, verbal, religious, domestic and animal abuse; death; religious themes; blades; horror; body horror; ableism, queerphobia and sexism; needles; medical imagery; gore; torture
PEOPLE INVOLVED IN THIS STORY:
@gravitywasneveranoption (runs the blog; Megan, Nathan, Zami, Ibrahim, Rosemary, Marshall, Danny, Scout and Markov (partially designed by @fenscranberrycabin )