#the Doctor darkwood

[monochromatictoad]

Slight departure, because I never noticed it before, spoiler warning for the Doctor in Darkwood!

The Doctor has two primary outcomes. Either you kill him, or you let him live. If you let him live, he'll go to the swamp with you. So when you interact with him, he has a fully lit cigarette. But as he slowly transforms into a Stick Savage, the cigarette gets lower and lower, until it's completely gone when he's fully transformed.

I never noticed this detail before, and I only noticed when I was looking at the Gifs of his various stages of metamorphosis.

[sketchygabz]

BABE WAKE UP DARKWOOD IS TRENDING AGAIN

[doktorneek]

[epitaph-for-a-good-girl]

Snippet pt.2

A loud wail echoes through the tiled walls of the shed, the Doctor emerges from the secondary building adjoining his hideout, blood splattered on his lab clothes and glasses hanging low on the bandages on his nose.

The figure is whistling a mirthless lullaby, arms crossed behind his head and his back propped to the stump of a tree the Doctor uses to chop wood on, rifle on his lap, and eye almost completely closed. Not all the way through; a silver of cerulean blu peeking its way under the lid that he’s still able to close. «Good afternoon Doc.» The Doctor doesn’t have time to indulge in the man’s playful nature, not with the detestable mess still clinging to his skin.

«I'm in no mood for trouble Industrialist.» «Nor am I!» he yaps, jumping into motion and swiftly shouldering the rifle on his back, the doctor is already walking toward the house, with a calm gait that extends a hand to the other man: “you are free to follow if you want” «And yet they seem to follow me Doc.» the man’s quick to fall into his steps, hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket, rifle pointing downward in easy access mode.

«Like a good little animal, always close by, never wandering away from me…»

FIRST CHAPTER HERE and on AO3

[badolmen]

This dumb comic has haunted me for the last 48 hours I had to get it out of my brain. Ft. @nessietessimal’s Kaen, the beloved beef himself.

[ghosts-and-glory]

I really really wanted to work on diverse character lineups and silhouettes so designs of my favourite followers. (Plus The Lamb)

I wanna keep the red on the design of every follower, Anubis seems as the only exception but she wears a red undershirt. It’s like the opposite of The Village, red is the safe colour in this cult.

And yeah that lamb drawing is familiar, this is one of the other character sheets I stole from for The Lamb and Narinder refs.

I wanna maybe do some more later. I should probably also give the ex bishops concrete follower designs too at one point.

I have my ramblings about Nobre, Nagre and Anubis here. Rambling about the other three under the cut.

Puar (They/He)

American Akita and Nobre’s younger sibling. He’s a trained doctor from Darkwood who got separated from Nobre and found by The Lamb after almost ten years. With their extended lifespan granted by The Lamb they’ve become one of the most skilled and multifaceted doctors alive.

Jamer (He/Him)

Bass from Anchordeep (who drives me fucking crazy.) He’s the main labourer and in charge of construction around the cult. He asked me once multiple times in a row to feed the same follower poop. (And yes I did it the first few times and when I finally said no, that was when Nobre rolled up to ask me the same shit)

Merarna (She/They)

Free-Tailed Bat from Anura. Fiercely independent missionary who would much rather be outside the cult ground on her own. They’re incredibly quick on their feet and wield a spear.

[bloominheresy]

After being inspired by Kj's Band AU months back, I have decided to also throw my hat into the rink! (👉ﾟヮﾟ)👉

I only have Narinder and Leshy's streetwear designed so far, but anyways!! Lore drop time YYYYEAAAAH

An Eternal Vessel for a Voice AU ( Bishops ):

Legally recognized foster family, all used to live in one house until a few years prior to the current timeline

Shamura the eldest sibling, estimated 35 yrs old, is the founder of their own rapidly growing tech company. They used to be a super popular anonymous producer online but retired to pursue the challenge of technological innovations + support their siblings as the main breadwinner of the family

Kallamar (30-ish) used to work at a private clinic as a doctor and also supported the household, but has since parted from the household to watch over Heket

Heket at her early twenties is currently touring the lands and is a well-renowned vocalist known for her deep and powerful growls and control (think Ado!); doesn't want to return home just yet in order to heal from the rift caused by a certain event

Leshy (18) is still a high schooler on his last year; one of those 'stupidly smart without studying' type of kids who has too much free time on his hands and uses it to indulge himself in art and anime weeb stuff HAHAHA he got gifted a drawing tablet by Kallamar for his birthday and has been obsessed in exploring the art medium

Narinder (24) finished college a few years back, but a certain event made him a social shut-in for a while, taking care of the house now instead and being the only sibling Leshy loves to constantly annoy since Shamura often comes home late and barely has time to stay for the weekends. He has a great passion for music producing thanks to Shamura's influence growing up and has been using his spare time at home to hone his craft and post his work online

They all have social media accs Twitter Narinder and Leshy's mascots / pfps uses their crowns; Leshy is actually the artist for many of Narinder's album covers and music videos and is often seen bantering online on the TL even if they're literally in the same house most of the time 💀

This one is just self-indulgent and projecting but Narinder loathes the idea of socializing in order to collab with other online musicians so he forced himself to learn how to play the piano so that he could just use VSTs (virtual instruments) instead to cover all other parts his songs would need BWAHAHAHA ( I wish I knew how to play piano for the same reason :') )

Adding onto here some more Nari and Leshy-specific hcs:

Magic doesn't exist in this Modern AU, so Narinder's eyes are an olive green, and his third eye has been replaced with an oddly symmetrical scar he got from an accident years back

Leshy's social media handle (@chervx888_) is based on the romanized spelling of worm in Russian, while all the 8's are meant to represent a lot of eyes

Leshy has once bursted into Narinder's room, phone in hand, to proclaim with his volume turned up to eleven: "BRO, BABY GRONK JUST CALLED OUT THE RIZZLER TO FIGHT HIM IN THE BOXING RING"

Leshy is really REALLY nearsighted but refuses to wear the prescription glasses he was given since it looks "uncool" to his classmate friend group consisting of the Darkwood mini bosses

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Be warned that I need to add another set of woody horns on Leshy to match his sprite... but. BUT- what if... the third set starts growing out or something later down the line.... (no clie, just add the third set instead doubling down)

Anyways, this AU is meant to reference popular JP entertainment media online! NicoDouga, Vtubers, Vocaloid, Utaites, JPop, and much more!

[rampantram]

So this was kinda off the top of my head but here’s a story for you featuring Barrett and Leshy, wholesome ending included.

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Again…it happened again, it wasn’t hard to imagine but for it happen all at once…call it bad luck. Well no time to waist, it was time to call in the cavalry. At least it’s just one baby they’d have to look after this time, the twins were spending the day with the other twins…Aym and Baal yes those were their names. Sozo wasn’t sure what to make of them accept the fact they were excellent fighters and survivalists, they also seemed very taken to Narinder for some odd reason. Either way he was just thankful the Lamb’s older children were away…but that was left with a small issue.

“Which one of you is going to look after the infant?”

The four bishops stood there, staring at the doctor for what seemed like an eternity…well for only a minute before eyes fell on Leshy who…oddly was silent. However this didn’t stop Sozo from approaching the worm in question.

“Leshy, you’ll be looking after Barrett. The rest of your siblings will help me with the recovery for the lamb and their spouses.”

“An you automatically decide to-“ before Leshy could finish the infant was placed in his arms, Sozo didn’t have time to argue; not with three sick people on hand. He turned but already he could feel everyone leaving him alone…with…the baby.

Well…not like he had a choice and it wasn’t a secret he liked his new niece. He just hated the fact they were being pushed on to him out of the blue, but he relented and walked outside with the little one. Fresh air would do them both good, it also gave him a chance to get a good ‘look’ at his new niece.

“So Barrett’s yer name, cute.” Leshy chuckled, he held the tiny infant up. Though his sight was bad he could make out some details.

Like the fact she was fluffy, squishy, had a ‘sleepy’ expression compared to her older siblings. He almost busted out laughing, recalling when Belle and Beau were born. How Beau had the same glower as Narinder while Belle sported a smile like the lamb. But this little one, they had a face identical to Ewe…especially when they pout.

“Oh yeah, ya got yer ma’s face. Wonder what yer gonna act like when you get big, maybe yer gonna be a spitting image of yer mom in looks and brain.” Leshy chuckled, gently pulling the little one back into a gentle hug. “So what are we gonna do, yer too small to play the games Belle likes. Doubt you’ll understand half the stories Beau likes to read, so tour it is!”

Leshy pulled out a long cloth, he had to give credit where credit was due. The mothers in the cult knew how to handle their babies, especially when working. He and Escher often saw mothers make harnesses out of old strips of cloth so they carry their babies on their backs. Though for this little tour of the cult grounds Leshy opted to tie the cloth into a ‘sling’ in front of him to hold the little bundle.

First place, the farmland, the one place Leshy enjoyed just as much as Escher and playing with the other children. They walked around the Camellia patches, past the pumpkins that looked ready to harvest, past the radishes an made their way to the store house. All while he pointed out each plant to her and explained what they were.

“Those are pumpkins, an those are radishes those grow very fast. Over there are my personal favorite, Camellias. They can be used for medicine, rituals and yer mama makes them into make up that drives your dad and baba crazy sometimes. I like to eat them the way they are, they’re tasty that way!”

Barrett blinked her eyes at the strange red blossoms around her, she watched as Leshy plucked one an shoved it into his maw. “Mm, yeah they’re not as good as the ones from Darkwood but they do in a pinch.”

Leshy took a few more and popped them into his mouth before walking on…pausing when he had a fun idea pop into his mind.

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Well they were feeling better after two servings of Camellia tea and rest, though Ewe was more concerned on where her youngest was…poor thing was so out of it she didn’t realize Leshy had left with their youngest, Sozo had left with the others to give them some time to properly rest. She trusts Leshy there wasn’t a question but she was just worried on how her little infant was getting along without-

She blinked….there in the doorway was…a tall figure…with little Barrett sitting atop of it, it looked like a creature- oh wait that was Leshy.

“I am here to steal your soul oh wicked creatures!~”

The Ewe blinked, her hand raised to cover the budding smile forming on her lips. Her beloveds were still asleep, she debated whether to wake them up to see this but decided against it as the ‘creature’ approached…but kept a slight distance.

“If you wish toooo be spaaaared you must give me cookies!~”

The moment the ‘creature’ lifted its baggy limbs and wiggled them the laughing started, it just looked so silly, the oversized rob, her little baby sitting on top of a slightly visible green head and a oddly familiar voice trying to sound scary coming from the inside of the robe.

The Ewe held back a giggle and leaned back against her pillow with a contented smile. “An what if I refuse oh ‘scary beast’?”

It was then the act was dropped as Leshy proceeded to take little Barrett off his head along with the oversized robe. “Awe so we can’t scam you out of any treats huh?”

“Nope.” Said the Ewe, she blinked watching as Leshy placed little Barrett in the handmade sling along his chest. “Leshy…whats that?”

“This? It’s something the other cult moms do, mostly out in the fields. When their picking the food they have the kids on their backs but sometimes when their resting they have the kids in front ya know?”

Ewe blinked. “Can you show me?”

“Sure….on a condition.” Leshy had an evil grin on his face, at first the Ewe felt weary but..she answered. “A…what would that condition be?”

“You gotta make Narinder and The Lamb carry the baby like this for a whole day, deal?” Well…Ewe wasn’t expecting ‘that’ for a condition but she smiled. Her beloved Lamb and Narinder wouldn’t say no to this.

“Alright.”

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I hope you like it.

THIS - YOUU………… 🥺

THIS IS SO SWEET THE LITTLE DETAILS YOU INCLUDED FROM POSTS THAT I MADE LIKE OVER A MONTH AGO AAAAAAHHHHH 😭

Thank you so much - this took me so long to read cuz I kept reading over each paragraph multiple times before moving on!! 😂

I truly love this, I’m going to come back and read it again and again and again. Thank you again for taking the time to write this~! 💕✨

[runaway-may]

“The doctor’s tools” A Darkwood sketch

[rabidhiss]

My final set from Darkwood. Time to play some other, preferably indie games! I’m calling this batch:

"Doctor Reborn”

Darkwood was a very disturbing game, not easy, but flooded with metaphor and lore. Very sad the development team disbanded shortly after its creation.

[activate-shadow-of-the-window]

Finally finished my first hand drawn fantasy map for the Horizon au! Again, I bid you welcome to the Land of the Sunrise! I couldn’t decide if I wanted to color the water or not, so I just made it real dark. Under the cut is a rather eye strain version with the wobbly political borders of the First Horizon, so click if you want to risk your retinas just a little bit. I’ll also include a list of what’s what, which civilization is whose, and what the hell this all is.

Also click for better resolution

The Land of the Sunrise is the continent of the Hermits and of their Civilizations, a place mostly of peace. Compared to the Land of the Sunset and the Empires, at least. The Civilizations and their Leaders are as follows:

Climbing Spires, ruled by Sovereign Cub Fan Voidstars of the Red Rock Crown.

Sunset Coast, ruled by Sitter Grian Sunset of the Dusk Throne.

Great Acacia, ruled by High Priestess Pearl Moon of the Throne of Histories

The Labyrinth, ruled by Emperor Impulse Esvee of the Emerald Throne

The Tangle, ruled by Lord Ren Dog of the Vine Crown

The Drained Lands, formerly Geyser Heights, the old civilization of the fish-folk and the Prismarine Crown

Watering Hole, ruled by Prince Eye Jevin of the Crown of Clearwater

Technicolor City, ruled by Duke-Mayor Scar Goodtimes of the Crown of Colors

The Maw, ruled by Doctor Mk-77 of the Deepfang Crown

Dragon’s Spine, ruled by Commander X of the Dragon Crown

Iceberg Metropolis, ruled by Mayor Keralis of the Blue Ice Crown

The Neverglades, ruled by King Tango Tek of the Basalt Throne

Elsewhere, ruled administered by Administrator Joe Hills of the Other Throne

Umbra, ruled by Lady False Symmetry of the Darkwood Throne

Evergreen, ruled by Queen Gemini Taylor of the Crown of Needles

Livingstone, ruled by Lord Bee Double Oh of the Throne of Moss

Sparkle Isles, unclaimed territory and a nature preserve created by the eponymous Captain Sparkles when he circumnavigated the Ocean of Guardians

Fair Isle, accorded neutral territory and used as a place to make peace or declare war

[sketchygabz]

just wanted to say that i love love love how you draw the doctor from darkwood 🥺 he's one of my fav characters ever and seeing your drawing with him made me so happy. and seeing him hanging out with the stranger especially

Thank you! He’s such a pitiable character and I could never bring myself to hate or kill him in any of my playthroughs, he’s just trying to get home just like the stranger 😞

[luisthefool]

Til death do us part. Chapter-1

Delusions and illusions filled his mind as he strolled worked away in his sewing room. The Groom's mind a twisted wonderland of his own making.

A wife, he muttered to himself, that would fix everything... A doting little thing for him to hold tight. Something that belonged to him and him alone, out of reach of doctors, scientists and demons. A darling all for himself.

Such a shame then that all the 'women' in the asylum where such whores. Disobedient and unruly....barely worth the effort of stringing them up.

And yet, he had stumbled upon one, the perfect bride. A chance meeting brought on by fate.

Her- his, he corrected himself, name was Bunny Darkwood. An outsider drawn to the hell that was Mount Massive only to fall into the arms of the droom. Bunny was a bit of a runaway cottontail, having escaped a nearby asylum only to end up in a much worse place.

It had been less than a day since they had met and Eddie had already dressed Bunny up in a snow white wedding dress, the lace draping over his tan skin as the groom made little alterations to the gown, fussing over th details.

Bunny spoke up with his honey sweet voice, everything about him drove Eddie further and further into his delusions.

"Uh... Lovey? Are you sure we should be getting married so soon? We just barely met-"

Eddie cut him off, not wanting to risk hearing protest from his little bride.

"Nonesense Darling, the sooner we get married the sooner we can start our life together. Now hold still and stop worrying your pretty little head over things you cant understand."

With a gentle nod Bunny reluctedly allowed his soon to be husband to finish the dress...Like a little rabbit willingly hopping into the jaws of a beast...

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First part of this fic. I want to write alot more about the relationship between Eddie and my character Bunny. Especially since they dont exactly fix one another, but they each manage to heal eachother ever so slightly.

[onebedtorulethemall]

What are your all time fav Dramione fics? And what are the WIPs you're enjoying rn?

Bonus question! Favourite gothics you read whilst preparing for A Certain Slant of Light? xx

Ooh! Thank you for the questions!

My all-time favorite Dramione fics probably aren't too different from everybody else's – Love and Other Historical Accidents is way up there, as is DMATMOOBIL. A few others that occupy permanent space in my brain: The Darkwood Wand by @thebemoon, Le roi est mort, vive le roi by Storycat9, Until the Ink Runs Dry by @acciomjolnir, and Tea and Necromancy by @saveourskinship. Plus every one of PacificRimbaud's one-shots.

WIPs I'm following? Here's where I'm embarrassed to admit I've been an atrocious fic reader lately, and my inbox is so full of unread updates that I cringe every time I open my email. When I have free time and energy, writing always winds up taking priority, followed by whatever trad published novels I'm reading. WIPs I'm eyeing that will probably be finished by the time I get to them include: A Good Prisoner, A Cosmology of Blacks, Malfoys, and Assorted Individuals, and, of course, Lionheart.

Funnily enough, prepping for A Certain Slant of Light was less about getting into the gothic mood than about getting out of the Pratchetty one. There is something highly addictive about that Bad Omens narrator. I couldn't shake him for a long, long time.

So yes, I re-read/watched a bunch of my favorites. For mood and style: Dracula (shoutout Dracula Daily!), Rebecca, VE Schwab, The Island of Doctor Moreau - a masterclass in writing gore without being gross.

For setting: Hill House, Bly Manor (I completely ripped off the kitchen), and Crimson Peak.

I listened to Anthonio by Annie one billion times, just for the vibes.

[epitaph-for-a-good-girl]

Snippet

Had she had a name, The Doctor, would have known how to deal with her. How to call her. After all, even "doctor" was something; a position, a qualification, a juncture to a past life he kept carrying around stuffed in his tools' bag. A distant echo, something more than just "girl". The girl, however, was just that.

Avesse avuto un nome, Il dottore, avrebbe saputo come far fronte a lei. Come chiamarla. In fondo anche “dottore” era qualcosa, una carica, una qualifica, un frangente della vita passata che si portava appresso incastrato a forza nella sacca degli strumenti antichi ormai inutili. Un eco lontano, qualcosa che fosse di più di solo “ragazza”. La ragazza però, per l’appunto, era solo quello.

FULL CHAPTER NOW OUT!

Dividers from @saradika-graphics an absolute institution for those in search of aesthetic dividers here on tumblr; specifically from their The Last of Us dividers set <3

[monochromaticwriting]

More Darkwood!

When the Bugperson started roaming the woods, they only knew hunger. A hunger for the woods itself. A hunger to strip the bark and branches from the trees. A hunger to feed the hive. The larva was hungry, and they needed to provide. But the trees. These cursed trees! No matter how much they tore and shredded, the trees only mocked them by growing back by the next day.

If they could swear at the woods, they would've. But alas, they were rendered voiceless by the woods. Soon enough, they had made their way into destroyed villages and homes. Perfect for supplying the wood they needed for the hive. For the starving larva. Every morning, they would go, harvest the wood from the old nest of the villagers, and bring it back for the pulsating mass of their larva.

They were never welcomed by any of the villagers, nor by most of the beings within the forest. That was fine. They only needed the food for the larva. Or at least... That's what they thought.

The Wolfman loved to gossip to anyone who would listen. Unfortunately for the Bugperson, with their inability to speak, he would tell them much of the world they were in. He bragged about getting a key to the old Chicken Hag's shack in the village, and how he was planning his feast soon. They were curious as to how he got the key. The villagers were not fond of the Wolfman, so he was never allowed in.

He told them of the Stranger. A strange man who had been kept by the Doctor. There... There had been a Doctor? They don't recall a doctor...

They could feel the hands of a child on their wrist. The young girl, with an accent unfamiliar to them, asks about the bracelet they wore. A woman on the other side of the helicopter smiled at the interaction.

They were startled out of the moment by the Wolfman having left, grumbling "Getting that ugly fuck to kill the sow." They definitely didn't like the sound of that, though it was outside of their claws. Honestly, they didn't care about most of the villagers. There was only one they cared for. A little boy who played a broken violin. They could hear him in the silo, and they were reminded by the girl that haunted them.

Footsteps started coming their way, and instinctively, they reached for their gun, but paused when they saw the source. A tall man, with a mask covering his face, but mushrooms growing on him, was facing them. They had never seen this man before, but maybe this was the Stranger the Wolfman was speaking of. The man stopped just short of the Bugperson, and wrote something in his hand. Lifting his hand, the Bugperson read, 'Can you speak?' they shook their head. No, they didn't have the anatomy to do so. Though they were capable of making a loud noise by forcing air through their thorax.

He wrote again, 'Have you seen the Stranger?' Now they were confused. They tilted their head and pointed to the man. He simply shook his head and wrote down, 'i am a Trader.' Before pointing to the word 'Trader' and then back to himself. Oh, that made sense, they guessed. So they shook their head. Grabbing a piece of wood, they use their claw to carve in 'Description?'

The Trader simply wrote down, 'Scarecrow'. Before he nodded at them, and walked away. Scarecrow? What in the forest did that mean? They put the thought behind them, as they finished collecting their wood and heading back to the deep part of the swamp. They didn't have time to think of the Stranger. As the sunsets, the Larva came to life and demanded a feast. Who were they to deny their larva?