#what the fuck dandy's world reference

[skellygutzxx]

theres a lot of nuances to you and to me

or the forsaken isekai fanfic

[1] sell your soul to netease

in which: after identity v goes down for the dreaded maintenance work, you search for alternatives to fill the asymmetrical horror shaped hole in your heart.

inspired by @dearestzaychik's own series <3

cw: cursing, reader referred to as you or '____', the reader is a LOSER with a crippling identity v addiction, reader is a teenager, idk that's it as far as I'm concerned, lowercase intended

perhaps this wasn't the brightest idea.

it was around 12:30 in the morning, on a SCHOOL night, and you're staring at the identity v log-in screen. click, click, click

'The server is undergoing maintenance, please try to log in later.'

you're fucking joking. still?

your hands come to run through your hair, you're gonna pull out your hair.

all you wanted to do was admire your collection of skins you've probably paid thousands of dollars for. some pixels on a screen.

god, you need new hobbies.

you close out the identity v tab, you're reflection stares right back at you. god, youve seen better days. hundreds of better days.

the phone underneath the mass of blankets and clothes begins to violently buzz to life, the jingle you have as your ringtone playing aloud in the dimly lit room.

you let it go to voicemail.

the brightness of the screen seems to point out every little thing you hate about your face. the redness under your puffy eyes from what felt like the never-ending sobbing you've picked up recently, your hair slightly clung to your forehead.

god, you look horrible.

you kick yourself off the bed, deciding to do at least something to make yourself look better. shedding old clothes and putting on new ones: simple plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt you got from a friend. it was a stupid white elephant gift, just a navy blue shirt that said 'my favorite people call me grandpa'. you put on a jacket and some shoes and head outside. along the way, you wound up getting your wallet and keys. you just. drove.

you wound up in the parking lot of taco bell with some nacho fries, a baja blast, and a 12 count of cinnabons.

god fucking damn it. who gave you free will?

legs kicked up on the dashboard as you scrolled through your phone until you wound up on the roblox homepage. kite naiad for more of 7 seconds? no thanks, that game is a lawless land, especially when identity v goes down.

dandys world? ummm...not right now. you dont really feel like fighting six year olds over your choice of playing extractor pebbles

pressure? no.

you hover over the next game. a few of your friends on roblox were playing right now. 'ohhhh...this is the game that they were going crazy over.'

click

ok so after a while of playing this game in the taco bell parking lot, you have concluded that its not that bad. maybe it because you picked up how the killer's kits worked easily since they have similar ones in identity v, but all in all, it was kinda fun.

after this match (in which you fully believe that your teammates must've ate batteries as children which therefore is why this 1x1 practically chewed you up and spat you out) you tried to leave the game.

you couldnt.

what the fuck

you try to turn off your phone

you cant.

what the fuckkkkk...

a static sound emerges from the speaker of your phone and you swear to god that this must be all of the illegal movies you've downloaded finally coming to get you.

"oh god oh fuck i shouldnt have pirated trolls 3 as a joke bro no no no please-" you pressed yourself against the seat of the car. there's no way this is happening to you.

you feel a tug at you entire being. its harsh and it hurts.

you pass out and wake up what you can only describe as a damp and dark abandoned town.

what the fuck.

[the-meme-monarch]

i like to think the skins in dandys world are (in universe) references to the cartoon, from special episodes/shorts/scenes/what have you, so the Canon To Me explanation for why the vintage skins look so doo doo and dogwater Not Fucking Period Accurate (capsule toys not existing until the 60s, solo cups and leg warmers the 70s, etc) bc in the cartoon it was maybe just a quick visual gag and nothing more.

i however am an unwell individual with a Forever hyperfixation on this era of cartoons and Will and Have redesigned them to be at least Kinda More period accurate while still resembling the design sensibilities of gardenview and you don’t Know how much it eats at me the things i Did still get wrong. origami while invented in the 6th century(i knew this) was introduced to america in the 50s(i didn’t know this (until recently)). capsule toys were invented in the 60s and i don’t even know when they were introduced to america, assuming that’s even, in-universe, where the cartoon’s company was founded. i can no longer find the comment but someone suggested her re-redesign vintage could be a lucky dip box since that serves generally the same idea of Getting A Random Prize like a gashapon and I really like that and am going to use it. i’m Going to redo scraps and gigi for those aforementioned reasons and additionally I’m going to do connie and looey when they actually come out.

but hey. did you know. hands shaking putting them on your shoulders. balloon animals were invented. in 1939. granted looey barely looks like a proper balloon animal so i don’t really have to sweat this but ooouuugh. ouuughhooooooo you people are pushing it

[mmmbored]

SQUID GAME X DANDYS WORLD

Squid Game Spoilers!! Or kinda!! Idk!! Also horrible formatting on my end!! Also fruitcake!! And a final thing, death!! So consider it is clearly a bit dark since yknow squid game but yeah it's a half baked au that came to me while I was on the toilet

Sprout wouldn't really say he was forced into doing this game at all,the goal was to clear his very much brink of financial ruin debt. He would be considered someone quite easily an avid dreamer with the goal of having a rather easy life. At least it would be easy by his standards, as it would be something he'd be happy waking up to doing everyday; he really wanted to start up a baking business, open a cute little shop and just put smiles onto faces of everyone in the town.

But, being a fucking IDIOT, he follows under his only parent's incessant demands to file a bunch of loans to go to college and become some sort of medic. With his parent who should give some sort of assist to him doesn't, now without a job and already close to having filed for bankruptcy, a strange man in a suit gets him to join this game. As player 067, they only referred to others by their player number. Not being told they were at a risk for death, it certainly came as a shock when toons were being gunned down in a seemingly harmless game children play 'Red Light, Green Light'.

Not even a game later, he's gotten to know the names of some of the players he's sort of fallen into a group with. More notably the person he pickpocketed being Player 456, Vee V1, a failure of a gameshow host who went millions in debt, Player 199, Shelly Fossilian and player 218, Astro Novalite. This current game was tug of war and the toons had to go find people to pair up with, there is where he met with player 240, a swiss roll toon that seemed rather timid or didn't care for conversing with many people.

His name was Cosmo. Like normal, as the games progressed, they were never told of the games they were playing beforehand, so they had to adapt whenever they could. Sprout and Cosmo both teamed up before they knew it they were told that the toons eachother paired with had to compete in a game of marbles however they decide to play it.

With ten minutes on the timer, the two had time to talk. "What were you even here for again?" Cosmo asks Sprout, looking at him up and down, specifically at his number 067. The taller toon, slightly uneasy at the thought of sharing it, adjusts his shirt just barely before looking to the side.

"Loan debt. I was in medical school, dropped out," He responds bitterly, Cosmo having a shocked look on his face before giggling just a little. Turning his head and shooting the swiss roll a glare, Sprout asks incredously "What?" Almost as if he was embarrassed.

"I was actually in medical school too," Cosmo tells Sprout with a sweet smile. "Its expensive but god...i hate it. I mean I'd probably be getting kicked out of that school if I make it out of here for my absences but you know...at least I could pay it off," He shrugs, leaning against the wall and putting his hands in his pockets, Sprout leaning against the wall too in a sort of mimic fashion to Cosmo.

"Then why are you here?"

Letting out a hum, he answers "A guy was feeling particularly greedy after I saved his life when he wrecked his car into mine after I drove past his vehicle. He was unconscious as I pulled him out of the car and had to do CPR on him so that way he was conscious. However, he decides the best course of action is to sue me so...." Clicking his tongue, Cosmo just shrugs as if that it is what it is, his eyes hiding a undercurrent of anger and how pissed he was.

He was a little surprised though at Sprout's angered face regarding it. "That bastard, why are people like that?" He hisses lowly, kicking one of his shoes into the dirt. Cosmo tilted his head.

"It is what it is-"

"No!" Sprout scolds Cosmo immediately for that line of thought. Saying it is what it is is sounding like he's just accepting it as it is, not wanting to get any sort of retribution. "That's not right! The fact the courts actually agreed with him too-" the strawberry was about to go on a whole rant.

"What? You gonna fight him for me? Thanks to the lawsuit I know where he lives," Cosmo joked, smiling just as bright as the sun.

"You know what? Fuck it, give me his address. I'll beat the shit out of him for you," The strawberry actually encourages, earning a chuckle being forced out of the two in a tense situation where other players are dying not that far from them depending on who won or not.

After a moment of silence, Cosmo started talking again. "I really loved baking when I was little." Sprout turns his head to Cosmo to give him his full attention. Cosmo continues, "Its what the dalgona game reminded me of. I know it's a silly childish thing," He smiles a bit sheepishly, the tone of voice embarrassed. "...but I did want to have a bakery at some point. I didnt really pursue that much, but I still carried on baking as some sort of hobby...making a bunch of cute little sweet treats...ah...." He looks down at his shoes, his sort of smiling carefree-ish expression fell. Sprout turns his head to the side before coughing into his arm.

"Seedly." He coughed into his arm. Cosmo turns his head to look up at Sprout. Sprout faces Cosmo. "Well....since we were sharing things that were apparently childish, I figured I may as well tell you my last name."

Cosmo slowly blinks. "Oh wow you're serious." He spoke. "But a last name isn't childish-"

"So a childhood dream isn't stupid!" Sprout exclaims, pointing at Cosmo. "But the last name is stupid though. End of discussion about seedly," He concludes. Truly, Sprout must have angered the gods to have been forcefully given a surname just as ridiculous as Seedly.

Not even a second to wait, Sprout continues on his spiel,"I basically wanted to try to start a bakery too. My only parent basically just told me to go to medical school, that dream was stupid. I mean I was still wanting to do that, but I filled out a bunch of loans and then poof," Sprout made a pop sound with his lips. Cosmo looks at the timer up on the higher wall. 5 minutes. They got 5 minutes left practically.

"You know what?" Sprout ends up speaking up again not before long, Cosmo looking at Sprout again, giving him his full attention. "We could definetely start something good together too. Like starting a bakery together." He entertains the thought so easily like it just feels right and the suggestion falls out of his mouth before he even knew it, the swiss rolls eyes widening as if he couldn't imagine the thought that someone would want to do something like that with him. A friend.

Taking a deep breath, Cosmo looks at the wall in front of them. "I tried being incredibly nice to people in school. I like....would you call it the forgotten friend?" Sprout frowns as Cosmo continues talking. "I never really had any friends growing up. That's technically all I'm saying. Well--" He pauses. "I mean i did have friends. But they weren't close. They weren't close friends that you were constantly going to eachothers house every night, not falling asleep after playing video games until 3 am. I was alone a lot. The teacher calls for us to be in groups, I was the 4th person left out of a 3 person group. I had no one at my birthdays beside my parents, but always people kept asking me for stuff," Cosmo shared incredibly quietly, Sprout quiet as well. Cosmo forced out a laugh. "I guess that carried into my adult life too."

"I was sort of called the 'mom' of the group," He meekly shares. "It was because my friends described me as more overprotective of everybody." That was all he could ever share as a response to that. Cosmo smiles wider at that, it was the sort of smile that reached the eyes.

"I can tell. I certainly feel not very alone in these 10 minutes," Cosmo says with a smile, the two toons looking up at a timer. 2 minute, 30 seconds.

"Well i guess we should get started huh?" Cosmo steps forward. "We toss a marble and whoever crosses the line wins right? Whoever gets the most out of three also wins if we both cross the line however if one of us doesn't make it then the person automatically wins." Sprout nods in confirmation.

Taking the first turn, Sprout throws the marble and quickly, it lands past the line he had to make it past. Sprout gulps a little, leaning against the wall as he watches Cosmo take his own turn, but his heart actually drops when Cosmo tosses the marble aside.

"Woops," He carelessly says in a sing-songy voice, the marble landing far away from the goal line.

"Toss it again," Sprout tells Cosmo, immediately walking to stand in front of the swiss roll. Cosmo doesn't move to do anything. "Toss it AGAINWHATTHE FUCK WAS THAT?!" Sprout grabs Cosmo by the shirt.

Quietly, Cosmo spoke, "I got nothing left,really." He tells Sprout. "One of us wasn't gonna make it-" He grunts when Sprout lightly hits Cosmo against the wall.

"I don't care! Throw it again!" Sprout snaps. Cosmo looking up at Sprout with a somewhat empty yet somehow warm expression, says the following;

"Start up your bakery. Put a bunch of smiles on people's faces if they enjoy what you make," Cosmo whispers, Sprout trembling as he slowly let's go of Cosmo, tears being held back. Cosmo, internally, was at peace that he found someone that seemed to actually care about him genuinely in such a short period.

Sprout hears the guard coming up from behind them, the announcements came on.

'Player 067, pass.'

Sprout knew he had to go. The guard began to escort Sprout, his back facing the swiss roll as another guard took its place beside Cosmo as Cosmo watched Sprout walk off.

"Hey Sprout!" Cosmo called out, Sprout stopping in place. He didnt dare turn around. "Thank you...." his smile falters, but he forces the smile to stay. "Thank you for being my friend."

Sprout flinches when the gunshot rang in the air and then the thud of a corpse falling onto the ground.

'Player 240 eliminated.'

[walnutcookie]

Okokok so your gen2 au for dw has been spinning around inside my head like a microwave for the past week and I have SO many questions (if that's fine ofc ...)

First of all, how do Watson and Paris get along? Ik you mentioned that Watson doesn't like Rodger, but do Watson and Paris have a similar dynamic to Rodger and Glisten, or is it different?

Second of all, PLEASEEE don't tell me that vee's gen2 version is just called vee version 2... /silly

Third of all, if the company wants to kill any old dandy's world toons on sight, what do all the toons plan to do about this? Do they have some sort of plan of escape, or are they just going to hide in the new facility/somewhere else indefinitely?

Also, what's false ichor? You mentioned it briefly and I've been wondering how the gen2 toons function if their ichor is less efficient than true ichor. What problems does it bring up for them and all?

There's probs a lot more I could ask but I think this is plenty for now lmao. You don't have to answer them all, or any at all, I just kinda had to get these out of my brain :3 anyways I love your art!! And your au's!!! Ur so awesome and cool please don't get microwaved!!!!

HEHEHEHE THANK U FOR THIS ASKKKK i havent yapped abt gen2 in a while i miss it ... Ask away my friend 🙏 also obligatory @cherryformula mention @cherryformula @cherryformula @che

1) They get along but in the most artificial, forced way possible. its not even that they act chill with each other they Actively choose to spend time with each other and one would think that theyre the best of friends... thats what they try to be, but only because they know that if they dont everything will go to shit LOL. they hate each others guts SOOOO BADDDD and to stop both themselves and each other from getting in trouble theyve come to this mutual agreement without words that theyre gonna be all buddy buddy with each other so they can avoid ripping out each others throats. They fucking hate each other

2) SHES NOT LOLLL Her name is "t" purposefully lowercade because uhmm. Haha funny math reference. t like a variable!!! shes a calculator :3 i actually did make a ref for her but shes in the group of gen2 toons that i never posted... ough

3) OK HERES THE THING. None of them actually know this. they show up at new gardenview with mixed feelings and very messy expectations because theyre not sure if theyll be welcomed with open arms or welcomed with hostility... i think that mainly the group is filled with optimism though, so when the gen2 toons see the gen1ers show ip theyre like DUDE??? FUCK???? WE NEED TO HELP KEEP YOU HIDDEN OR THEYRE GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU ALL !!!!

The gen2 toons arent monitored 24/7 (some more than others) so theyre just trying to help the gen1 toons heal and stay alive ,,, theres nowhere for any of them to go if they were to escape since 3 foot cartoon characters would NOT last walking around fucking LA or something 💀 theyre just. Trying to survive pretty much. they've fought so hard for their lives for decades, and they dont want to give up.

4) Im not sure exactly what false ichor would be made of, its some sort of substance as vague as ichor itself lol. But its basically just Gardenview trying to recreate ichor in a lab

the gen2 toons dont hold together as well as the gen1 toons do. After about a week they start to lose their shape and gradually become more distorted and melty until theyre a puddle of goop on the floor... literally in order to SURVIVE the gen2 toons need to be killed and remade on a regular basis </3 This false ichor is a lot cheaper to make compared to how expensive it was to pump ichor from the ground though and they can reuse it to recreate toons as many times as theyd like

THANK YOU SO MUCH YOURE SO SWEET!!!!<33 i miss youy gen2 au

[vaguemouse]

i said i hate Baldwin's pre-leprosy outfit before but i didn't elaborate on that so now i'd like to explain myself. i will consider his design artistically-wise, character-wise and, naturally, do my best in history

first of all look at this babygirl. whatever bad i say next doesn't apply to him, only to his fashion choices (he's still in the closet, we must be mindful of that)

in terms of pure aesthetics i think it does a somewhat alright job. The colour palette is great, very royal and so on and so forth. My main issues are aimed at the cape/mantle and *grits teeth* this stupid fucking collar. The cape is ridiculously short (doesn't even reach his waist) and literally can't serve its purpose of keeping everything beneath it clean and tidy. What's more, it truly can't stay in place like this, if you look closely it's only held by one strap. If it's connected to the belt it makes matters even worse because it makes it a shoulder-belt, used for holding a weapon. If we look at the overall idea of this part of his outfit (how the cape rests on his shoulders + the medallion etc.) though, it makes an impression somewhat close to the roman mantle, have a look at this Cesar statue for example (notice how it connects around the neck and how it actually covers your bum)

oh but that's not all i have to say about his belt. it looks too much like 'Sam Browne belt' - a sword-holding strap for those who lost an arm. need i say Baldwin has both arms?

the collar just makes me think of a yoke and has zero sense or positive connotations, it makes him look like a puppy with a collar too big for it to wear. it also adds too much weight to his character overall and not in a very good sense. if you want to emphasise your character's strength (and i think that's what the rh aimed for) you usually give them broader shoulders and yes, thicker neck. but this is too much, it looks very uncomfortable as if it's supposed to weigh him down and actually make him look smaller/weaker/opressed in contrast. i also can't come up with a single historical reference for that, i just can't make any sens of it especially given it's also probably made of metal (imagine how heavy this stupid fucking collar is) the rest of my issues are mostly history-based and probably won't make as much sense. i must mention in advance that i understand it's a fantasy world and creators are allowed to mix all things up but!! there must be reasoning behind it and unfortunately i don't think enough thought was put into this design for starters let's take a look at the clothes his counsellors are wearing and i can say that it's totally fine with me! their outfit is giving turkic kaftan (see the picture below, it's an illustration of Ottoman Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent)

i can't make much of the headdress, but it looks like something in between of keffiyeh and chaperon! (see pictures below: in the first one you can see a gentleman from Yemen and in the second one Lorenzo Medici). i also wouldn't be surprised to hear it has a concrete reference and i just don't know what it is

now we need to go back to Baldwin and oh dear lord... the moment i saw it, it gave me a - please hold your socks - Henry the VIII vibe... let me explain (take a look at him first, in case you forgot what he looks like)

it applies mostly to the upper half of his costume. Baldwin has puff-sleeves that reach his elbows, a shirt with slits (the slits are meant for the undershirt to peek through! it's very dandy because technically it's almost underwear but if it's made of good materials why not show it off?). i would argue that the silhouette in general is quite similar until we look at the lower part of the costume. i KNOW men are kinda embarrassed of the fact they wore tights back in the day but that's how things were! you only really need to wear pants if you ride horses but otherwise it's not the most convenient and widespread thing. even if you do ride horseback, it would be quite distasteful to walk around in clothes for riding. also rh just didn't have the balls to give him a ding-a-ling (pun intended). if you've ever been curious what's the deal with the protruding sack in the groin area yes it's done on purpose and it's done to show that the king's doing alright in that department

that's it for the silhouette and if you look at what the top is made of it's obviously a gambeson (aka padded jacket). again, an awesome thing if you're a foot soldier and an embarrassment if you're a king. here's a fancier and newer one, probably made for witcher fans (i'm one of them), than i probably should show but it checks the necessary boxes

i can excuse rh for giving him boots (european style, 17th century, meant for riding horseback and not getting your stocking dirty) and i kinda like the circlet, it gives him this low-key modest look which suits his character imo even if they probably should have gone with a keffiyeh or turban the bottom-line for this part is that his design is way more military and europe based when it should be. i have it in my heart that you shouldn't give a kind-hearted-to-a-fault young king such a design and you also should match the character's outfit to their surroundings, meaning you must make sure you don't mix cultures that are very different and if you do you really need to give the right signals to the audience. unfortunatelly, i look at pre-leprosy Baldwin and i see a foot soldier coat and a yoke and it doesn't make the impression i think rh would like to

phew it took more than i intended to, i'd really like to also delve more into what a better design for Baldwin could include but probably some other day... thanks for sticking around and i'd love to hear other suggestions/critiques from you!

[lonely-mirrors-lament]

“..Hello? Oh, it’s working? Okay. Hi, I guess. I’m Dully.. Am I supposed to say anything else?? I don’t want to make this introduction too long...”

//

OKAY. First of all, this blog is an AU ask blog, specifically for my opposite AU Glisten (aka Dully).

Second, I do NOT support Rox, the FORMER co-creator of Dandy's World, nor am I affiliated with BlushCrunch Studio in any way, shape, or form. I am just a fan of the game.

Third, I am a minor. No NSFW asks.

This blog is run by @so-super-sorree, the same person who runs @glistennglimmer and @willow-wispys. :33

Dully is aroace.

Dully reference :33

TAG GUIDE:

mantis too ig (its not colored, sorry 😞)

#🪞💔dully finds his voice = Dully speaking

#🪞💔the mantis mumbles = Dully speaking, LETHAL TWISTED EDITION. Will be used with the tag above

#🪞💔the mantis. = twisted lethal dully, most likely when he’s not speaking.

#🪞💔don’t trust the sun. = Sol attempting to manipulate people.

#🪞☀the unfortunate marionette. = Dully can’t control his own body.

#🗝💸rogue reckons = Rogue speaking

#🗝💸stolen phone = The Rogue and Loou parts

#🎱⚪loou lashes = Loou speaking

#🗝💸thieves for a living🎱⚪ = COPS ARREST THEM THEYRE STEALING!!!

#🌞🕶sol spiels = Sol speaking

#🌞🕶sol snaps = oh he’s ANGRY now

#🌞🕶the bringer of bad ends = BAD END Sol, made specifically for @rodgerthebrokentruth.

#🌞🕶the sun’s frustration. = frustrated sol. duh.

#🌞🖤i told you not to trust him. = what have you done to yourself?

#🌞🕶sol’s madness = when sol speaks in red but is NOT mad

#⁉️🥊brudy bickers = BRUDY SPEAKS!! YAY

#⁉️🥊brudy blubbers = never knew he could feel this way.

#💎🎁jewelian jeers = I FEEL A BEAT COMING ON... HIT IT JEWELIAN!!

#🦐❤krillth squeals = KRILLY BOY SPEAKING!!

#🦐❤krillth... sulks? = FUCK YOU YOU MADE HIM SAD

#🦐🖤the harmless one. = hmmm... Wonder who this twisted is.

#🌈🐱kitty!!! = MEOWNERAL!!!!! (opposite pebble)

#🥀🦂the scorpion = the first twisted.

#⏮️📼unspoken tales = the tapes

#🎭🦗the hivemind. = EUUUUGGGHHH COCKROACHES?? WHYS IT GOTTA BE COCKROACHES?????

[darkfictionjude]

I'm, not necessarily baffled (as I can understand it), but surprised Imre and Nia believe the MC to be murderer. The reasons Lorcan may have to believe in MC's innocence are multiple, and it was always clear to me he believed MC wasn't responsible (otherwise I know Lorcan wouldn't be asking MC's aid to find Orla's necklace, Lorcan is not that twisted, lol).

As for Nia, I also get why she believes what she does. MC has motives, possible opportunities, and the means (if I recall correctly, Nia saw one of the episodes where MC "rages" or loses control). Believing in MC's innocence, even from a sense of loyalty to MC, feels foolish from her POV. It could also explain, as well as make me reconsider a lot of what I thought of her, the reasons why she behaves as she does with MC. It also does explain some of her reticence when it comes to the murder investigation the gang is doing (after all, a likely murderer is helping, or so Nia believes), as well as the possible gripes she may have on becoming closer to MC. Can she look past the murder? What does that mean for her? For her self, for her morals? Is it worth it at all to love MC?

As for Imre... Like, I understand him believing MC is a killer. This boy it's too inmersed on the world of rumors and lies to naively think MC is innocent. Especially when he does not have enough information on MC (as they were mere acquaintances, and technically they still are, but less so than back then).

But unlike Nia, that has a relationship with MC before the murder, Imre doesn't have another motivation that would push him towards loving MC freely over maintaining a distance from self preservation purposes. The only justification I can have is that Imre is intrigued by it, or, worse, he finds it hot somehow. And like, I understand that when the murders are fictional. But, Imre, luz de mis ojos, sol de mi vida, luna de mi cielo, amor de mi corazón, what the fuck is wrong with you? MC may be interesting, but you don't get involved with murderers unless you are okay with becoming a criminal yourself or allowing yourself to be at risk of being murdered.

Now, I'm not necessarily sure MC is innocent. I think they may be, more so because it would be very polemic of you to make MC a murderer when it's not a part of the premise of the story. Making him a suspect? That's all fine and dandy, but making him the culprit? Well, that has a lot of issues, at least for an IF. I'm not saying it's impossible to do it, but it probably wouldn't be well received by the readers (since we wouldn't have a choice on it, and even if MC is not a self insert, is a very major thing to force on players especially as a plot twist of sorts, if it was something known from the beginning there would be less of an issue). Personally I wouldn't care. However, I do think MC is most likely to be innocent than guilty.

That said, I was imagining a scenario in my head. Basically after everything was over and MC proved, even if he (my MC is male) wasn't intending in doing so, his innocence when it came to Orla's murder, Imre and MC have a conversation. In this conversation, which they have after feelings have been shared, Imre confesses he believed all this time MC had killed Orla.

Then, my MC would look at Imre in shock, then in horror. They had kissed, perhaps more, and Imre thought MC was a murderer. But instead of being offended, my MC would be angry because Imre put himself at risk unnecessarily. So, my MC would reprimand Imre about this, about how unsafe it was for him to romance MC. What if MC was a murderer? What then?

And so my MC speaks long and passionately about this. Very lovingly, yet irate. And Imre is just amused by the whole thing, and weirdly touched. Then he comforts MC and they make up this little discussion physically and passionately. After all, Imre may want to reward MC for being, uselessly, worried about him.

But maybe he would react differently, although I would have to refer to you if that's the case.

I like how you broke down the motives for the ROs to believe what they do haha 😭

The thing is and pardon my French I don’t give a shit what people would consider polemic. It’s my game and I’ve said that you the readers don’t know much about mc. A big thing about this game is surprises and twists, there are things you won’t see coming given the nature of mc being an unreliable narrator, that’s warning enough to tell the readers that they need to expect anything.

The thing with spoilers is that they’re not part of premises for a reason like mc being murderer would be a big spoiler I couldn’t put that in the master post. Like I’ve said that’s why I hope I don’t get people in my inbox saying “MY mc wouldn’t do this” because that’s not how I’m writing this. Otherwise if it bothers people that much what mc might have done or not they might need to find a game more suitable for them. I care about the readers but if I can’t make this story the way I envisioned than I see no point in writing it because I want to create something I’m proud of and inspired by

I do like how you’re lowkey scolding Imre though haha “Imre people who you think are murderers should not pique your interest!” 😭

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Two Of A Kind ~ X.T. (final)

A/n: Posted according to my schedule! For a second at least lmao. Hope you like this, even with the bittersweet ending <3

Requested: yes

Word Count: 4200+

MASTERLIST

The first thing that happened was that they did some research to figure out who his equivalent was in this universe. They were shaken at finding out that in this world, he was dead. The face that was identical to his own was plastered with a grin, each arm around the shoulders of some kids that Y/n didn't recognize.

Apparently in this world, he either had never discovered his powers or didn't have them. He went to a normie school, with normal drama and normal friends. The boys he was standing with were the mayor's son and Tyler Galpin. It was from years ago, when apparently they'd all been close. They'd grown apart in the last year or so, as they'd all taken up other interests.

Y/n was an advocator for outcasts, and was supposed to have been the spokesperson for Outreach Day. He was sporty here, but had gotten kicked out of all the clubs, so he had taken to hiking instead. He had gotten mauled by the Hyde at the beginning of the year. Y/n found it strange to see a picture standing next to Tyler of all people, knowing what would happen less than a year later.

After that, it really came down to just getting him home. Weems didn't know much about his power, but she took it up as a personal responsibility to get him back to where he belonged. Not just to get rid of him but because it was growing more and more obvious that he was absolutely miserable here.

Two and a half weeks passed, and as it stretched, it was growing harder and harder to handle passing those who should have been his family in the halls.

Weems insisted he go to school, in case time was passing the same in his dimension and he missed any classes. She said it would give him something to do while he was waiting to get his energy back as well. It was all fine and dandy until he got paired up with Ajax in biology, or was set up to spar Bianca, or Enid gave him a tour. It was all fine and dandy until he noticed that Xavier, the identical to Y/n's boyfriend, pining over Wednesday fucking Addams.

In Y/n's world, Wednesday was aromantic. She had been very firm about it, aggressively rebuffing any and all attempts at romance. Not just a rejection of societal norms - she was just fine being friends with Enid now adays, and took part in social events more eagerly than before, especially after her first impression of a school dance being the blood/pain shower - but because she was repulsed by even the idea of such a relationship. She was fine with friends, and family, and even having a partner in crime. That had always been Enid or

Eugene.

But a romantic partner?

Absolutely not.

It turned out that Wednesday was aromantic here too, but leaned romantic favorable and was just fine turning her duo with Enid into a romantic relationship. She was even part of a polycule - Enid and Ajax were also dating. Wednesday seemed more than fine with this, as she could use it as an excuse to drag yet another person into her shenanigans, but also because when she had reached her limit on affection, Enid could simply go to Ajax for it instead. It was a fascinating thing to watch. Y/n being so used to Wednesday rolling her eyes and gagging at any such romance was almost comical as he saw Wednesday do all of the same things but then casually refer to Enid as her girlfriend, or Ajax as her "boyfriend once removed".

He almost had a very good time watching the dynamics play out. Almost, because watching them be themselves often lead to watching Xavier be awkward and jealous, and it was like a knife shoved into Y/n's ribcage.

Apparently Xavier had had a massive crush on Wednesday day one, and when she chose someone else he was cool about it - but it didn't change the fact that he still had feelings for her.

He was bad at hiding it, but not because he was bitter. The opposite in fact - he laughed too long at any and all jokes when they were being coupley, or looked a little too long when Enid and Wednesday walked down the hall, holding hands. Or when Enid pushed hair behind Wednesday's ear. Like he wished he could do it. Or he wouldn't look at all, as if he would die if his eyes wandered even close to the area that Wednesday, Enid and Ajax were in.

He was trying so hard to hide his feelings that he was basically saying it out loud.

Wednesday showed mercy in ignoring it, and even Enid was good natured in drawing attention away from the reactions Xavier just couldn't help.

Y/n wasn't as lucky.

People weren't used to his pining. Weren't even aware of it until he went to touch Xavier and then caught himself, or went to lean against Xavier and then pretended to crack his neck. When he went to do all those staple romantic things with Xavier, like playing with his hair or his fingers or stare at his lips or cuddle with him, or even sit a little too close - closer than friends usually did. Definitely closer than strangers did.

He always played it off, but never well enough. Wednesday picked up on it first, but the others followed quickly. The slight awkwardness that always managed to be stifled ran freely with the added element of Y/n in the mix as well.

The day that Xavier caught on, his eyes went so wide that Y/n stopped being around them altogether. Which... would have been fine, as Xavier had never minded avoiding conflict, except when Y/n went above and beyond to avoid him and it made a scene. One day he was sat next to Xavier and when Y/n fully asked to move places, rumors started and people started to ask Xavier what he'd done to the poor boy.

Xavier was fed up.

"Y/n, we need to talk."

Y/n winced, pausing on his way back to his dorm. It wasn't his dorm, the dorm he had in his world, but just a spare room he shared with himself. He missed being Eugene's roommate but this would do for now. In fact, he craved to be there right now. He craved the floor to open up and swallow him whole and whisk him away to a room where he could lock the door and hide away until it was all over.

Unfortunately, he was too far away to get to his dorm. Only outside the building, but Xavier's long legs had always gotten the best of him. So he turned, smile tight. "Yeah?" Immediately he found himself breathless as his gaze landed on Xavier. He had his hair down today, and it moved gently in the breeze. He had a coat on, his tall form wrapped in the long clothing, shielding him from the chill weather. His cheeks, nose and the tips of his ears were just a little pink - he had been here a while waiting. His eyebrows were drawn together, his lips in a thin line.

His lips.

Oh god.

"There's something major going on, and I don't think we should keep ignoring it." He sighed, raising a hand to rub the back of his neck. "I did the ignoring thing - am doing, right now. And it doesn't work when you do it. Not... the way you're doing it?"

"Suffering in silence so loudly everyone can see it?" Y/n managed. He wasn't looking at Xavier, unable to stop himself from the remark. He had always been snippy, but his bantering had gotten worse since spending so much time with Wednesday. Especially with Xavier, who had come to deeply enjoy it.

In another world, at least.

Now he drew back, to his full height, face spiking with irritation. Y/n knew very well that Xavier was a private person. He didn't like anyone but his close friends knowing stuff that were weird or embarrassing about him. Let alone someone he viewed a complete stranger. "I came here to ask how I could help make this less shitty for you. Let's just cut to that."

Y/n's own irritation bubbled up. "Look, I get it. This is your world and I'm foreign here. I'm a factor you can't understand or account for and I mess everything up by being here. I make it hard for you, because you look at her the way I look at you and understanding her sucks, because you just want to pine and be okay with that. But let me give you a bit of advice? I've been here a week and you're already irritated with me. Wednesday spent an entire school year with you - hell, she has a whole girlfriend now. Just get over it."

He didn't know why he had said it. It felt good though, especially as Xavier scoffed, his body tensing. It was the most words the two had exchanged without running away from each other and attention from Xavier felt good.

Even attention like this.

"I get that we were dating in whatever world you're from - it's obvious as hell, don't pretend like you're lowkey about it, he began.

Y/n interrupted. He just had to bite back, taking a step closer with his face screwed up. "Bet it isn't even as obvious as you are."

Xavier's face went red. "What is your problem?"

"MY problem?" Y/n scoffed. "That's the dumbest question you could have possibly asked." There was a tug as his desperation to be away from here, away from this Xavier, grew so unbearable that Y/n found himself reaching out with his power without even meaning to. He tried to push it down, tried to focus on the argument, tried to ground himself with Xavier like he always had... but this wasn't the Xavier Y/n knew. The one who cared about him and could ground him at all. The one who loved him.

The Xavier who wasn't Y/n's sneered, "I'm stupid? You dropped face first into a world that isn't yours and immediately tried to have all the things you had before."

"I didn't try anything." That offended Y/n. He specifically hadn't tried to fox any of the bonds he missed, leaving room between him and everyone else for their benefits and at the cost of his feelings. He was spiraling, out of control, and pushed all the people who could have helped him away instead of letting even one of them help him. Enid and Eugene had really tried to help and even they had failed. 

But then Xavier tilted his head, narrowing his eyes, and Y/n felt strangely exposed. Seen. "You did plenty. Wednesday and Enid got into a lot of fights when Enid kept trying to be friends with you, all because you kept telling her things about how you two used to be. Both because Enid kept risking herself for a person Wednesday didn't trust, and also because Wednesday put space between you even though you needed her. Everyone turned on me when you blew me off out of nowhere. Eugene went out of his way to try and be your friend and got his feelings really badly hurt when you blew him off like everyone else does even though you're supposed to be friends in your world. You walk around sulking, not sleeping or eating or talking to anyone - like a dark cloud in this school. Even more than Wednesday has been able to accomplish. You're a smear, a bad mood, that catches to everyone around you everywhere you go because you're so miserable and we all care about you. But you won't let anyone in. You won't let us help you so we all just get to suffer. And it's all because you want something you can't have!"

"It's not my fault I got launched into another universe!" Y/n was flabbergasted by how it so felt like he was being blamed by Xavier for people feeling pity. Blaming Y/n for making everyone else feel bad when all he was doing was feeling things? Missing his world?

Xavier shook his head. "Isn't it explicitly your fault?"

That stopped Y/n dead. It was fault after all. He had taken a risk and had been dealt consequences. It hadn't been on purpose, but Xavier knew that of course. Y/n however had launched himself into an entirely new place with new rules and new people and then made it everyone else's problem.

Y/n looked away from him, searching his surroundings for anything. Anything that could help or ground him or make this horrible feeling go away. All he could see suddenly were the subtle differences in the surroundings. The fading that was once there that wasn't there anymore because this school was a bit newer and they'd decided to take better care of everything. The paintings that were in slightly different spots, or altogether different images because different people had made them and placed them. The different furniture, the differently colored carpet - just a slightly different shade of blue than it had been in my world. The arched top of the windows versus the rectangular frame in Y/n's world.

This wasn't home.

"I didn't mean to make everyone suffer for me. I was just... feeling..." Y/n blinked away tears.

"Feelings isn't the problem," Xavier spoke quietly. When Y/n looked back at the boy, he saw all the anger gone, replaced by pity. He could see Y/n's hollowness, his panic, his untethered way of existing, and even Xavier ached for me as everyone else here did. "It's that you're just... sitting in it. You won't help yourself and you won't let anyone else help you. We wanted you, Y/n. We were willing to help you until you could go home. But you didn't want us. You couldn't accept a world that wasn't yours. And I get it but..." He shrugged, at a loss for words.

A tear fell down Y/n's cheek and he watched as Xavier suddenly avoided his gaze. So much had been said, and yet there was still so much to say. Y/n felt that tug, that pull, and he knew he had nothing to hold onto to keep him here. His powers had always been like being pulled by a magnet. When they activated he was caught in a tsunami, a storm that ripped him away - unless he could hold onto something. But there was nothing to hold onto. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Xavier looked up and his eyes went wide. His hand reached out for Y/n's shoulder and went through it. Y/n sighed, hanging his head and closing his eyes as he was ripped away from this Xavier, and this world, and sent spiraling into another. Like being sucked through a straw, or pulled backward at the waist by a string, he was yanked - and then he was falling.

Y/n didn't land. He never did. He just suddenly stopped being pulled, stopped falling, and opened his eyes to see a new world melting - like wet paint dripping down an upright canvas. And as it fell, it came into color and focus until a world filled in around him. This was an effect he was used to. He had landed.

Something in him burned as he realized that he was exactly where he had been standing, but in an entirely different world. He was in Nevermore Academy, in the exact same hallway and what seemed even the same time of day. This world even looked a lot closer to his, all of the differences he had noticed earlier being more accurate to how he remembered his own world.

In fact, it was so similar...

Immediately Y/n was running, as fast as his feet could carry him. He heard the bell ring and sprinted to the nearest classroom that belonged to his friends. His eyes widened when, as if summoned by the perfect moment, Wednesday exited her classroom just as Y/n turned the corner. He froze but the girl looked around as if sensing that she was being watched and met his eyes immediately. Her eyes shot wide and she moved quickly to him. "Where have you been?" She demanded. "if you say you went on some expedition without me because there's a new mystery and didn't involve me-"

Her stop was most assuredly because Y/n was crying. He held up his hand, palm facing the left, all fingers curled in except his pinky. It was something they had done when Enid was more demanding for affection but Y/n, who was better at holding himself back, had asked what Wednesday would have preferred and she allowed that physical contact was gross but brief, small touches were fine. They had started linking their pinkies as a show of affection or to make a promise, or to ground each other when either of them were upset or displaced. Sometimes to see if their argument had gone too for, or to test if they were forgiven. It was their thing.

Y/n wept harder when Wednesday reached up, hooking their pinkies together. "I'm back," Y/n whispered in a shaky tone. He felt his knees go weak and he leaned against the wall, letting his hand drop from Wednesday.

Wednesday stalled, reaching out to help Y/n up but being stopped by not wanting to touch him. With help from Y/n, everyone and gotten a lot better at giving Wednesday her space. She had gotten used to prioritizing her want to keep distance. She went to close the distance but Y/n put a hand out, pressing it against her shoulders to keep her away.

"Don't," he reassured her. His eyes flickered around the hall and relief hit him as he saw someone he recognized. "Bianca!"

The siren turned, searching for who had called her name. When she saw Y/n she reacted much as Wednesday had; eyes wide and steps fast. She dipped down and scooped Y/n, helping him stand as she asked, "Where the hell have you been?"

So time had passed. Lovely. "How long have I ben gone?"

That seemed to only worry the two girls more (what good could come from Y/n not knowing how much time had passed while he'd been wherever he'd been?) but Wednesday answered anyway. "A month and a half. The police stopped looking. They already don't care much about us, but when there was no trail or evidence to go off... even I stopped looking. I didn't stop hoping something would turn up, jumping at every opportunity, but there really was nothing to go off of." I appreciated her honesty/ It actually was a relief more than anything to know she hadn't gone insane looking for me... though I was also sure she was downplaying it at least a little bit. She hated when people worried about her or felt bad for her sake.

Y/n sighed, shaking his head. "Get me to the nurse's office. Then I need to see Weems, and..." He swallowed, terrified of seeing Xavier for some reason. Terrified that this wouldn't be exactly his world or that somehow he would still be lost. Maybe it was just a really close world. There were infinite worlds with infinite possibilities - there was a handful at least that would be minorly indistinguishable. Where it would all be the same but he and Xavier hadn't ended up together or one of them had died or-

He tried to stop overthinking.

The girls didn't push him, just did what he asked. He knew they did it so that they could pressure him to talk about what had happened while he was missing when they got back, and he prepared himself when Weems entered the room. Her recognition was back, her worry deep and overflowing with love and care. She reached out, brushing a piece of hair out of his face before her eyes raked him looking for injury.

One he would have complained. Now he almost broke into tears of joy again.

He explained everything, in only the details that needed to be said. Going to another world, why he had gone there and how it had all gone wrong, and that the other versions of them didn't recognize him but tried to help anyway. That they took good care of him.

It wasn't enough. They knew him too well, knowing that "they didn't recognize me" held a deep weight to him, but they didn't push. Half because they knew he couldn't handle it at this very moment and half because they wanted to switch gears to getting him to eat and drink water. Traveling had always been draining. he had been gone for less time for them than for him, but it had still been risky. The first time Y/n had traveled like this, it hadn't been on the scale of traveling whole dimensions and he had still been sick for weeks when he'd come back.

Enid showed up, with Eugene and Ajax. Ajax had brought more snacky foods, which had been a nice gesture and drove home even more the familiarity in this world. Eugene sat with him and distracted Y/n with help from Enid as she updated him on all the drama he had missed and Eugene went off about all the homework he had collected for Y/n and the notes he had taken. Eugene hadn't missed a single day. He hadn't lost hope.

It meant a lot.

"You were of course the biggest news," Enid sighed. "It was a really big deal until super recently. Weems wanted everyone to let it go until there was some kind of hope. So we could maybe start mourning you. It didn't look like you were coming back, and Xavier was struggling with everyone coming up with news to-" Bianca cleared her throat and suddenly Enid slammed her mouth shut.

Y/n's eyes had shot very wide. "What about Xavier?" He had been worried? In what way? Oh god were they hetero best friends? Were they brothers? Oh god Y/n was going to be sick.

Before she could answer the door opened and there was Xavier - as if he had been summoned. There was a very thick silence in the room as he didn't hesitate in the doorway, rushing to Y/n's side and sitting down, taking his hand. Okay definitely not platonic. "Are you okay?" He whispered? Y/n laughed, near hysterical.

Weems cleared her throat this time. "Everyone but Mr. Thorpe please leave the room. I think these two need some time to talk." That was enough for everyone else. They were gone and the two were alone. Y/n had never been more grateful to her than in that moment. 

Xavier swallowed. "Enid texted me the run down. I..." he pursed his lips, pausing for a moment. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Y/n didn't know exactly which part Xavier wanted to talk about. "I..." He let his head fall back on the dashboard. "Honestly the hardest part was being away from you guys in an emotional, even though all of you were right there. It would have been easier if I have been stranded somewhere without you entirely." He laughed without humor, his voice breaking. 

"What can I do to help?" Xavier asked. Y/n looked him and felt his anxiety melt away as he saw an undeniable expression in the other boy's eyes. That oh-so familiar expression Y/n had seen a million times. The care and familiarity; the readiness to help; the love that poured from him.

Y/n swallowed. "What are we here?" It was an insane question for Y/n to ask, when up until now he had been delivering everything as if he was sure he was home, which meant their relationship should have been known, but Xavier knew him too well to question it. Anxiety never made sense.

"We're dating." Y/n sighed in relief, nodding his head. It was easier to ask questions after that, as he went through every single detail and verified it to make sure he really had come home.

He had.

When Y/n went quiet again, Xavier spoke. "Is there anything else I can do?"

Y/n shook his head, smiling. "Stay with me a while."

Xavier kissed his forehead. "Of course." Y/n closed his eyes, this time laying his head on Xavier's shoulder. And everything was okay again. Y/n wouldn't be trying any traveling risky like he had again, so it would be okay forever.

For him at least. In another world, a different Xavier stood in a hallway, eyes wide and heart breaking. He had been getting through to Y/n. Y/n was about to let go of his old world, and maybe they could have...

But no. Y/n was gone, and Xavier was alone again. He never would have had Wednesday, but knowing he would never have Y/n had been a different kind of pain. Y/n had been wrong after all, he had been over Wednesday for a long time. She was happy and out of his reach and he had been ready to move on. Not wanting her, but wanting what she had. And then someone already in love with him had dropped out of the sky, and he had tried to reach out to him again and again, see if they could make it in this world.

But Y/n had wanted to go back home.

Xavier put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, turning and walking to the principal's office to tell her that Y/n had gone home. It would be a lie - he wasn't sure - but a hopeful lie. He really hope the boy had made it. That he had gotten everything he had so missed. At least one of them should get a happy ending.

[wolven91]

Would you mind if other writers also wrote stories in your cuddlerverse? Is there a 'canon' you want people to adhere to?

I would fucking

LOVE IT

If other people wrote in this universe, just tag me in it please!

As for the lore, I've written a handy, dandy reference guide!

You don't have to read all of it, but if you want to know what the taurian home world is called (Uta) then you can look it up. Or if you want a guide on what weapons they use in space, it's in there!

Granted, its a work in progress, turns out I got endothermic and exothermic life mixed up, but it'll help.

Also, I know I harp on about it, but the discord is quite active with folk writing stories and asking lore questions, if you cba writing out a whole ask about the lore, you can always @ me there!

[sunr1zecoll3ctive]

I need to do an Intro on here so err

Hi! I'm Sunny, I decided to move from Twitter (X) to here due to many reasons but to the main parts!

DNI!!!

Any friends or supporters of Smg4Fan42 (Smg) - reason why is they're an ex-friend i had severe drama with back in around March 2024 to about August 2024. They are (as I'm aware) An art thief (tried to steal designs i wanted back), Doxxer (evidence of), Manipulator, Mental Illness faker, and overall a liar. There is an entire Rentry callout on them for anyone who wants to be more aware about them. They have as the following - Discord, Somewhat rarely active youtube acc, X account and thats all ik of, one of my reasons i came here is to escape them.

Art thiefs

AI art users

Transphobic, Homophobic, gen anyone who hates LGBT

Trump supporters (u know why)

Anybody who thinks abuse, s3xu4l assault etc is "fun"

Gen anything thats bad I can think of

BYI!!

I am not aware of any past drama within the TPC comm. Do not talk to me about it

I'm partially deaf, to those who may vc with me anywhere, I will say "huh" or "what" a lot, be patient, my deafness was caused by a in-ear deformity

I can be (possibly) extremely reactive to anything negative, that means with great anger, I apologize, I've developed this due to my ex-friend

Along with extremely reactive, I can get very emotional, a lot of this stuff is from past drama that has left me scarred

I curse a lot and also use tone tags a lot, lmk if ur not comfortable with any of that

I play games a lot along with draw (also school and family things), so I may not respond sometimes, I apologize for that

ONTO THE MAIN PART!

I'm into the fandoms of the following:

TPC (The Pink Corruption)

Just Shapes and Beats (JSaB)

Phighting! (P!) [Slowly slipping away from fandom for reasons]

Dandys World (DW) [Only playing the game for fun]

Madness Combat (MadCom)

Pressure

Doors

And many more that I am NOT listing

I do some of the following:

Draw Art (90% digitally, 10% Traditionally)

Play games (Roblox is the main)

Listen to Spotify

Talk to friends (obv)

I am Transgender (FtM), Gay (proudly), and love my family (not my dad fuck him). I also have DID/OSDD, but preferably just call me Sunny on all socials I'm active on.

NOTE!!!!

I moved to TPC as a way to escape the drama my ex-friend caused, meaning I see this fandom as not my most favorite, but as a comfort place as well. I came here to finally find new people to talk to and leave everything behind.

I tend to give characters a lot of hcs, so if anything weirds you out, all I'm gonna say is ignore it, cuz few hcs may be real stuff I've dealt/deal with.

I do have my own characters to make art of, but I rarely do, even if I do it might be doodles or reference sheets for them.

EXTRA

I tend to get confused alot, pls excuse that

I am a MINOR! (15), but that doesn't mean I won't do most things older people will do. I apologize for that. Still keep the minor thing in mind

I have a lovely older brother [FtM] (and younger brother but he ain't relevant) I may reference to sometimes as either Zolo or Austyn, they do not have Tumblr but I've been trying to get them to get it

I have a lovely Manx cat named Spade, I've had her for about a year now since August 2023. I also have 2 dogs, one a Blue Pitbull named Bluex (pronounced Blue) and an unknown breed dog named Pinky (she's a rescue off the streets)

I draw on Ibis with just my finger! I'm way too poor to afford a fancy drawing tablet

Commission Status:

Currently on! Only accepting payments via CashApp. Message me for information, though I will not do

Anything 18+

Anything related to abuse, s3xu4l assault etc

Anything political and/or relating to any real life wars/conflicts (EX: Ukraine Russian War)

What I may do:

Anything with smoking etc. Only to a certain extent

Bl00d, g0re, body horror etc. Only to a certain extent

I will do:

Anything I didn't list above (about)

MORE INFO!

I do not own any AUs, and I do not have any other socials to post on except here and Twitter (currently inactive). I do not post/share on YouTube

I have Discord, ask for username first

PLS @ IF ANY FANART ETC!!

I do not post on any tags I own, most tags are fandom tags or random tags I add in

FUN FACTS!

Longest time it took me to do an Artwork was 6 hours, nothing has went over as far as I'm aware)

I'm sound and touch sensitive, it has not been proven if I'm autistic or not.

I've lived in only two areas in my entire life. Not sharing

Only devices you'll catch me playing anything on is my phone and my 7 year old Xbox one which surprisingly works.

That is all, may update soon!!

[itwasanangryinch]

To quote the Knebworth show: That was fucking brilliant!

Much has been made about the Robbie Williams biopic 'Better Man', now screening, from the US uninitiated questioning who the fuck Robbie Williams even is to European stalwarts questioning why one of the world's biggest pop stars would choose to portray himself as a monkey. All this blather is... simply that. Noise.

Much like Rob himself, you either get the film or you don't. From subtle inclusions like the Eternity melody playing orchestrally during his relationship with Nicole Appleton to the Northern Scum beanie Robbie wears while recording with Take That, the film is dotted with references for longtime Inner Sanctum friendlies.

When they first announced this concept, I was skeptical. The monkey, of course, made sense as a through-note: the allegorical connections with drug addiction, the perpetual feelings of being a dancing monkey (previously addressed in the documentary Nobody Someday), his cover of swing classic Straighten Up and Fly Right (used in the film as his audition song to Nigel Murray-Smith), and of course, his own feature-length song Me and My Monkey. But compared to well-loved biopics like George M. Cohan's 'Yankee Doodle Dandy' or Johnny Cash's 'Walk the Line', choosing to replace your lead actor with a CGI simian is... a choice. It's audacious. It's bold. It's... Robbie.

With a strong supporting cast including Steve Pemberton (Doctor Who, Blackpool), Damon Herriman (Justified, Lambs of God), and Kate Mulvany (Lambs of God, 'The Great Gatsby'), 'Better Man' largely plays off of the dual charisma of "Robbie Williams" as a performer and "Robert Williams" as the man performing him. And Jonno Davies easily remixes the physicality of Rob with what we've come to expect from movie monkey physicality. Thanks to motion capture, the expressions and eyes are pure Williams.

For those familiar, the scenes with cocaine, booze, heroin, and other sundry vices won't come as a surprise except perhaps in regards to the frequency with which they occur. On the New Year's Eve edition of Graham Norton, Robbie said the first bit of it is good fun while the back half is 'Trainspotting.' While not quite as bleak as the Scottish classic, 'Better Man' functions as an equally effective PSA on the toll addictions have on your personal relationships.

If there's one thing you can say about Robbie Williams it's that he's never been afraid of being seen as a twat. As he says early on, "It's not like they were saying anything about me that I wasn't already thinking about myself." And unlike certain sanitized life stories that set out to show their subject as the best versions of themselves, 'Better Man' leans into Robbie's flaws and self-destructive behavior.

In talking about the film's US box office takings, NME quotes back their own middling review saying: "This is ‘Rudebox’ on film." And much like that under-loved album, you'll either get it. Or you won't. (They didn't in regards to either.) But if the audience scores are anything to go by, those who have seen the film, definitely do get it.

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Um... you were kinda right with the "sr in case anon didn't saw that" ^^; because yep, anon didn't saw that XD

But honestly, no worries about answering the ask late or so, please, no, just don't, even tumblr (and if not the app then the topics) can get exhausting over time, so please, take your breaks and recover a bit, even if I would never get an answer, it is completly fine, you are not obliged to answer it at all :D

But after you cast out the fishing line like this, I admit, I am a lazy carp, I bite.

CHOMP down on this hc's, because I literally just threw so much mismatched pieces at you (I really FORGOT about Tays business background, OF COURSE! It totally makes sense that Korn keeps him close because of business, I am dumb) but your genius idea about Korn getting a glimpse of Tays dangerous side... hooolyyyyyy... i am getting goosebumps!

(There is still an itch that wants to dig deeper into the whole net of Korns idea behind Tay and Time as friends for Kinn, like, is it just to keep business partners close? If so, how important is the business really, that Korn is willing to let an emotional bond like friendship grow between the boys and risk Kinn, our all-time-titts-out emotional dandy who is fucking starved of platonic affection, to hesitate, if things with the business of Tay or Time goes south? He either considers the business as that safe that it can never fail or loose its worth or Tays Family is that powerful that it wouldn't be good to have them as an enemy (Tay mafia heir incoming????) maybe it is completly different and he has more reasons for it... So much to unpack, I am getting my pool noodle right this moment and gear up for a deep dive)

But back to the important things, your reminder of ep 7, where Korns whole house of cards is swiped away by Tay, YES! One and a million, YES!

Ohhhhh, seeing Korn put business over everything else, that this is the reason for the whole friendship between Tay and Kinn, but then he needs more distance between them, but the more he tries, the more there is Tay with a machete gracefully hacking and slicing the net of lies apart- AHHHHHHHHH! You have a fantastic brain!

Btw, I am so happy that you liked the things my brain came up with, but I am even more in love with what you did with them.

Because Tay sways between the things he was forced to learn, the smiles, the way how he carries himself, the way he speaks and interacts with people, all this got build on the raw, unpolished knowledge that he has no choice but to master all those things if he wants to survive in this world.

He cuts the net Korn sets up, not to fight him head-on but to avoid getting caught in it as well. He simply survives. Inside the conference rooms, where words wield the power and outside in the bars, where a knife is loosely carried and a gun only a few seconds away.

(Again, how fucking exhausted must he be to perform in this two completly different scenarios, with clients and persons that are the exact opposite of each other and still manages to survive?)

Your, I will call it little scene because when I read it, it felt a 100%like it! Holy. Wow.

Oh hell, I need to recover, because you broke open my head and wrote that what I would never be able to convey in words, even if its just in an ask.

You have talent talent my dear, so please, if you start writing it, pin it up everywhere because I really want to read it

Tay being torn apart by his actions versus his heart and emotions is amazing and felt painfull good to read! And it kicks up my brain... I think unlike the other (traumatised™️) kids in the show, I don't think he is used to putting all his emotions aside... especially after I read your snippet, holy... I mean, with Kinn it is pretty obvious that he pushes his emotions aside and is done with it. But Tay?

Im mean, you already showed with your Ep7 reference that he is able to pull Kinn out of it. That doesn't sound like a man who is used to seeing his feelings as unworthy or useless.

I think Tay loves with a feral snarl and a gentle hug. He loves desperately and truly. He knows how to keep his friends safe, how to talk with them about feelings. He isn't someone who pushes everything away knowingly.

So maybe the time where all his training, his watching and analyzing turns into a blind "act", he looses control, he doesn't see himself as the person he knows anymore. And an overthinking, overanalyzing guy meets moral and emotional distress of his own making, ouuu... could turn out pretty dark for a hardworking brain like Tay's if you ask me...

And I am curious because you beautifully crafted the moment, where Tay's whole angelic act comes crumbling to the ground. That moment, when he flees and runs away from his own actions, when he's desperate and broken and so, so vulnurable...

I am curious to see, if there's something that catches Tay when he falls, or if he crashes and break his wings.

For now (I am open for discussion if I overlooked something again XD) I think that Tay... would be pretty lonely. Back then (I think of pre Porsche era) he had Kinn, who is forced to swallow down his emotions (best example, when Kinn listened to Tay and Time how he should smile and behave towards Porsche to show that he is ahem, interested. Aaaaand this brings me back to Tay being so used to putting up an act as soon as he goes outside that he even knows how to break it down for someone else and explain it. Because it is normal for him to know which impulse that he gives causes which reaction. It is engraved in his mind) so Tay is the one who helps Kinn out but on the other hand, it's going to be difficult for a guy with an emotional capacity like a rock like Kinn has, to be helpful in a full fledged breakdown.

And Time? Looking at him roughly, I see someone who has cheated on Tay many times, in this case breaking his trust and definitly the perspective of being someone to hold on to when shit is about to get real.

That brings me to the question, who would catch Tay? Who would take care for him, who or what would give him the place of peace and a break from the constant attention he has to maintain? How could not break under all this pressure?

Your whole part about Tay and his feelings, the moment where his instincts and heart collide and shows him the monster, holy. You nailed this!

Tay wants to love! He wants to have something real, something more than just a lingering thought of companionship or a blissful fantasy!

But he sees himself now, he sees under his own veil and realizes what he could do with that power and those abilitys.

He is so fucking scared and desperate and there's still no one in sight, no one to hold him, no one to catch him. He stares in his own abyss and he stumbles and he falls, he falls, he falls.

I mean, I could be wrong with a lot of this stuff, so I am kicking the ball back to you, what do you think would happen? ^.^

(Having the time of my life with getting into the Tay agenda rn XD)

Beloved Anon, you’re evil (affectionate). ❤

You dropped that into my asks while I was at work, and I genuinely lost my mind for like half an hour. I’m glad nobody came into my office because they would have seen me acting insane. Stading by the window, wrapped in a scarf, staring out into the thunderstorm, vibrating, talking to myself. (Having the time of my life, honestly.) 😂😂

And you’re really sweet and hilarious by the way, thank you. <3

Uhhhhhh, your itch with Korn’s idea behind the friendship with Tay and Time got me itching, too. I DO think that Tay’s family really is that influential. Time says that he crushed his car in the old area of Tay’s father, and “he cleared it off. The whole thing went silent.” There’s more than money necessary to make something like that happen, in my opinion. So yeah, being on good terms with those families is probably a smart business decision. (Random side note: Tay mafia heir is also an incredible sexy concept, OMG. Honestly, why has there been so little Tay action in the fandom?! The possibilities!!! 😭😍)

But you’re right, nevertheless. Ther’s never just one side to Korn’s actions, always playing 4D chess against everyone. And it is risky to allow “our all-time-tits out emotional dandy who is fucking starved of platonic affection” (that description made me laugh so fucking hard, oh my God 🤣🤣) to have this kind of emotional bonds, sure. But: wouldn’t the opposite be even more risky? To put Kinn in complete social isolation and still expect him to be a somewhat functional human being, NO, to be the heir of the family, able to differentiate between friend and foe?

I mean, look at all three brothers and their social life: Tankhun’s “friends” are his bodyguards, paid to be there (dying on that hill that Pol was only hired to keep Tankhun company btw 😌), paid to do what he wants, to obey, to die for him if necessary – not seen as independent, free-thinking human beings at all. (I’m not saying that Tankhun doesn’t love his bodyguards but that still doesn’t change the situation.) And Kim, well, he has completely isolated himself until he decides to pull Chay into his very own net of manipulation and we all know how well that went for Kim, being utterly starved of affection - only ending up tangled in a trap of his own making.

My point is: isn’t Kinn the most socially functioning of all of them because he’s the only one that has real friends? Friends that keep him in check and tell him when he’s being fucking stupid? That are not paid or lovers or part of the family?

And even though I think that Korn doesn’t really get the concept of friendship outside of business, he’s smart enough to see that they are…necessary. That it’s better for his children to have them than not. Well, at least until he comes to the conclusion that one of those friendships might not be worth the trouble…if you catch my drift. 👀

You keep saying such incredible nice things to me (not me reacting like a dog that’s been called “Good girl”, wagging my imaginary tail. 😭 I’m so weak, it’s embarrassing. 🙈🙈🙈) but I also really love your thoughts and the way you phrase things, it’s brilliant! 🙌🏻🙌🏻

I mean, ahhhh, you spelled it out so beautifully, the way Tay isn’t a man “who is used to seeing his feelings as unworthy or useless”. (But a man who might tend to put the feelings of others over his own, to shift the focus from him to others. A man who is used to deal with his feelings on his own. A man who might not push everything away knowingly, but some things just happen to…slip through.)

And your paragraphs about Tay’s actions turning into a blind act, an “overthinking, overanalysing guy meet(ing) moral and emotional distress of his own making” and TAY EXPLAINING HIS OWN ACT TO KINN - *gently shakes you by the shoulders* - ahhhhhhhh, yesssss, exactly, you get it!!!! 😭😭😭

“He is so fucking scared and desperate and there’s still no one in sight, no one to hold him, no one to catch him. He stares in his own abyss and he stumbles and he falls, he falls, he falls,” – AHHHH ANON I’M GOING INSANE AGAIN!!!!

I’m so sorry that I have so little to add to the second part of your ask except for “!!!!!” and *static noise* but I’m actually maybe under circumstances writing a little something. 👀 I’m rusty af and it will probably take months because I’m a really slow writer and I have so little time and who knows if it even will be any good …but I’m still so fucking excited?! So, thank you again for putting the idea into my head and to my Tay HC people who started all of this. 😭🙏🏻

And well, I don’t want to give too much away at this point, but the fic I’m writing plays relatively soon after the thing with Tawan happens, so Kinn is definitely no help with any form of breakdown…or any emotional thing at all. But just like you said, I don’t think that Kinn is very helpful on a good day either. He’s just not a person you would go to…to lay your heart bare.

And well…Time. Good old Time. His infidelity is actually one of the catalysators of my story, getting Tay into this situation he was trying to avoid because he knew (through instinct, paranoia, “training”) that things would end up going south. So, he’s also not a candidate to catch Tay at the moment. If he ever is. But…that doesn’t mean I don’t have plans for him. 👀

I don’t think that there’s any person to catch him, to hold him, to take care of him, actually. Not at that moment, not in the way he needs to, anyway. But I think there’s a person to ground him. A person to make him see things from a different (not necessarily better, but different) perspective. A person who digs out truths with reckless abandon, who isn’t deflected by kicks and screams and a bloody mess but encouraged. A different kind of beast.

I want Tay to go to Vegas. As crazy as it sounds. (And that only works based on my “There's...'something' between Tay and Vegas, some kind of understanding” headcanon, I guess. )

So...wow. This answer somewhat escalated and I hope you’re not disappointed with it, Anon. 😅 (Btw, no need to be shy, my DMs are always open ❤…even though I don’t answer them any quicker, I'm sorry. 🙈)  

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Love of the Grave

Series based off of this fandom and cosplay channel on YouTube: The Dandy Lyon Club

Link to video to exact inspo: https://www.youtube.com/live/LGjqHu6dV_o?si=Brkyqjrm3F5nPn6f

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A scream rung throughout the black manor; something common to the old building. Its creaking walls, which seemingly warped the sound to its will, used similar noises often to shudder the windows. From the hidden memories that laid dead beneath the floorboards, they arose as the house took another breath.

However, there was familiarity within the sound, and it was as if the house could remember its pitch. Perhaps… it was part of its collection?

The spirits trapped along each doorway could recognize the sound as well, but found the noise wasn’t as pleasing as it had been. It was pitiful to what it once was a mere few years ago. All misery and lustrous terror gone, now left in a finicky and chaotic nature. A part of the house felt betrayed by the shift, and one could even argue that the air within the house had soured— destain floating in the air alongside a plethora of dust.

Soon there came a rumble of footsteps down the hallways. The dashing feet making the floor squeak, as another, well favored, voice followed.

“Sirius, you’ve scared her away!”

The feet halted, being replaced with the second, far more boisterous voice in the otherwise empty abode. “Oh! I’m sorry, but she bloody scared me!”

The heir— the only acknowledged heir anyhow— of the Black household rolled his eyes before apologizing to the open room, trying to piece together everything his dramatic sibling had scattered. His delicate hands making sure to relight the candles, which were luckily just spares in the grand scheme of their séance, while muttering an array of half curses at his older brother.

As his eyes drifted, he noticed that his annoyance would only grow. “For fucking Merlin sake— you knocked the damn salt off the table you idiot!”

Still refusing to renter the room he now deemed haunted, Sirius peered through the edge of the doorframe. “Regulus I do apologize, but if you don’t recall about five seconds ago there was ghost of one of our dead relatives standing this,” he pinched his fingers in front of his eyes, acting like he was zooming in and out on his younger brothers face, “ close to us!”

“Yes there was,” Regulus replied in a patronizing tone, specifically used for Sirius when he thought him especially dim witted. “I’m glad your sight wasn’t effected like your hearing from our unfortunate genes.”

“Reggie,” the older Black slid down the doorframe with his face covered by his hands. “Do you truly live in this horror every day and night? You poor boy!”

“Yes, as if our house—that is hidden within another flat complex by the use of magic— being haunted is the biggest shock.” Regulus deadpanned with a raised brow, holding blunt judgments. “You’ve been around muggles for too long.”

In any other situation Sirius would have teased him for the action, pointing out the similarity to their mothers resting expression, but there were more pressing matters.

Scoffing, Sirius glared at his brother with a playful yet warning undertone. “James and Lily’s place is far better than this hellhole.”

Not bothering to look back at him, Regulus picked up the books that had fallen from the shelves. All it took was one tipping over for Sirius to jump, accidentally kicking the shelf closest to them with his gangly legs, causing ten more to topple.

“Anastasia seems to disagree.” He remarked, referring to their ancestor who had patiently answered all the questions they had for her in the séance Sirius suggested they have.

“Well seeing as she was killed, probably by someone in relation to our family, I don’t think it’s her favorite place in the world.”

“You can like something and not it’s owners, you do know that right?” Regulus asked, a tinge of irritation slipping through is otherwise perfect monotone disposition. “Or is that too vast of an idea for you to comprehend?”

Ignoring his younger brother, as he often did, Sirius groaned as he pushed himself off the floor. “What I don’t understand is how she lived so long.” He admitted, flicking salt off the skin peaking below his cropped Bowie tee.

“Because she was a Hufflepuff?”

“Well, that, and she was a lesbian.” Sirius replied with a click of his tongue, waiting for his brothers reaction.

“So?”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Sirius gaped at his brother like he was a mad man. “So?! Our family is the definition of traditional Reggie or have you not noticed because your too busy collecting bones with Creature? Where the hell is he anyway? He could be helping us clean up right now.”

“Me, helping me,” Regulus corrected. “You haven’t done anything helpful since you’ve arrived.”

“Ouch, okay— but where is he really? It’s weird not hearing him grumbling in the corner when we hang out.”

“Do you remember which one fell first?” Regulus asked, piling together the pieces of literature. He could have sworn it was green, but that didn’t slim down his choices much. Practically every book in the house was green or black, an occasional brown spine making a rare appearance.

“No,” Sirius answered, easily distracted from his train of thought. “I was busy trying not to piss myself.”

“Calm down, it was not that scary.”

“Not that scary?! She was this—,”

“Shut up would you and make yourself useful!” Regulus all but ordered, as he began to knock on the empty space of the bookcase.

“What? Am I supposed to be checking the stability of the furniture now? Or the quality of the wood? Because I’m sorry to tell you Reg, but everything in this house is as old as the bloody forefathers—,”

“Oh dear Merlin,” Regulus rubs his eyes fervently to try and relieve the building pressure in his head. “Please tell me you know about the passageways.”

He got no response.

Daring himself to look, Regulus peaked over at Sirius. “Not even the hiding quarters? The hidden artifacts?”

Sirius just blinked at his brother.

“Of course you don’t,” he huffed, almost laughing at the discovery.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You never pay attention to anything besides James Potter—,”

“First of all, James is perfect. Second that’s not true I pay attention to plenty of other things that interest me.”

Like Remus Lupin, Regulus wants to say, but he doesn’t.

He’s always had more self control than his brother.

Rolling his eyes, Regulus caved. “You never liked the house enough to actually look around.”

“I did—!”

“Then you did a shit job at it because there’s a hidden trap door right in front of your room.”

“What?”

“Or maybe you just didn’t hear the difference in the flooring.”

“I’m not deaf!” Sirius defended himself, now growing tired of the reoccurring, childhood joke he thought outdated.

Without warning, Regulus startled Sirius as he started coughing, having hit a dust bunny while lining his finger to the creases of the bookcase. Scrambling away, he heaved over trying to catch his breath in between each lurch of his lungs. Rocking on his feet, his arm searched behind him in hopes of finding something to keep stable. Sirius, overcoming his pride, made himself a quicker fix than the wall. Grabbing his reluctant sibling by the shoulders, he slowly set the boy down to sit on the nearest chair— knowing he would only complain if placed in the floor.

When the rather painful episode was coming to an end, Regulus shoved Sirius’ hand away from his back that had been rubbing and patting in hopes to help. He let out a whisper of thanks but no more as he leaned back in the hard wooden chair.

Allowing himself to laugh, Regulus croaked out a smug remark, “And I don’t have asthma.”

Sirius shook his head with a disbelieving grin. “How do you even know what asthma is? I thought ‘all muggle diagnoses were inferior’.”

“When have I ever actually said that?” Regulus quipped, some spite hidden beneath his gritted smirk.

If it weren’t for the suddenness of the question, Sirius may have noticed it, but it would seem that he was far more intrigued by the new found spirit buried somewhere deep within his uptight, little brother.

“Touché,” he replied with dopey— Regulus dare say proud looking smile.

Straining his eyes with the twisting habit, Regulus pointed to the shelves that had just terrorized his lungs. “Check the creases, and press down on the—,”

“I got it, I got it.”

Sirius didn’t, in fact, know what to do. Not as precisely as his brother anyway, but he’d never admit that. So he simply let his hands slap about the sides of the cleared shelves, sometimes leaning toward a bit to tap the back wall. As if he knew what the difference would sound like.

“I still can’t believe you screamed—,” Regulus snorted with his head laying limp off the back of the chair.

“She popped out of nowhere!” Sirius defended, feeling especially tempted to throw another book at his brother.

“Ghosts did the same thing at Hogwarts.”

“Yeah but at least they announced themselves. She didn’t say a word. She- she—,” Sirius couldn’t help but tumble over his words as he had his feet when racing away from the scene. “She just stood there!”

“You sounded like a—,”

“As a feminist, and because Lily Potter commands it,” Sirius took the closest book in hand before raising a brow at Regulus, pointing it menacingly at him, “if you say I ‘screamed like a girl’, I will throw this at you.”

“Would you let me finish one sentence?!” Regulus snapped, and Sirius couldn’t help but stare in awe at the tint appearing across his brothers otherwise ‘ungodly pale’ skin. “Merlin, you’re insufferable.”

Staring at each other, both brothers held something of their own, as they often did. Sirius with his inquisitive and sometimes rash curiosity, contrasting that of Regulus unmoving sternness. However, this time, the youngest seemingly held more defiance than his roguish, older brother.

It would dull within seconds. That was how they worked. Quick to burn up, and just as fast to burn out.

“How is she doing?” Regulus asked, picking at nails all while Sirius continued his search.

“Who? Anastasia? Pretty sure she’s spooked, ironically.” Sirius offered, wanting to make this uncomfortable tension to disappear.

“Lily, you idiot.” Regulus corrected, returning to his annoyed facade.

Staring at him with a curled nose, Sirius asked, “Why? Thought you didn’t like my friends.”

“I don’t,” Regulus confirmed, peeling away whatever remained around his nails. Now he dared not meet his brothers eyes. “She wasn’t originally your friend. We had that in common.”

“Wait… are you saying you two were mates?” Sirius laughed. “You? Mr. Black, heir to the pure blood dynasty—,”

“Oh sod off! We talked in the library,” Regulus trailed off with a small smile of his own, his voice growing soft. “She was nice to me.”

Knowing he wouldn’t get anything further from his brother, Sirius smiles to himself after finding something they held in common, and decided to be kind. He could interrogate Lily about this later anyway.

“She’s fine. Great. Happy and in love with James. I mean who wouldn’t be?”

Regulus just hummed.

“Ah ha!” Sirius shouted in victory, standing on the tips of his toes in order to reach the ridge he had found. “I think— I think I found it! I just got to get the right bloody angle and—,”

Click

The floorboards began to shudder beneath them, sending Sirius backward with a surprised shriek as everything seemed to move. All while Regulus watched in excitement as the wall opened to a hidden hall. It was as if the two had traded personalities as the book shelves began to twist and fold themselves until falling downwards.

“I think I broke the house.” Sirius muttered, stuck still in his spot, unable to move on his own.

“Shut up and come along,” Regulus said with a new surge of energy, yanking his brother by his arm.

“When did you become so adventurous?” Sirius asked, annoyed by this new disposition. He would follow without delay of course. “You weren’t ever like this when I wanted to do things.”

Practically running down the newly made path, Regulus allowed his fingers to glide against each side. “That’s because your ideas were stupid.”

“They were fantastic!”

“They got you into trouble. How many detentions was it? Over a hundred?”

“I didn’t keep count. I’ll ask Remus for you.”

“Oh I’m sure you will.”

“What’s that supposed to me— and now I can’t see.”

The hall had gone dark. All light diminished with each step. Apparently they had wandered too far from the entrance, for when Sirius looked back, he found no difference from his front. And there wasn’t a candle in sight.

Clutching onto his brother’s shoulders for dear life, the older Black whispered, “Please tell me you know where we’re going.”

“The path is still going, we’ll be fine until one of the walls disappear.” Regulus stated without a single quiver in his voice.

“I reckon you’ve done this before?” Sirius inquired, still whispering.

“Yes I have— why are you whispering?”

“I don’t know! It just felt right.”

“You’re so weird.”

“Me? I’m weird? Says the one who is totally fine and dandy going down a hidden passage like looks like a literal death trap.”

Sirius heaved, crashing into Regulus’s back. “What? Why’d you stop? What’s going on?”

Ignoring to urge to tell his brother to shut up, Regulus replied softly, “The wall ran out.”

“Which side?”

“Both.”

“Both?! But you said—,”

“This hasn’t happened before, now back up and let me think.”

For once in his life, Sirius listened to his brother. Regulus was grateful for it.

Finding his way back to the stone wall, Regulus thought. He had gone through dozens of secret passageways in this house. None of them ever lead both directions. The first few times he was thankful, but after a couple of venters he thought it was something done on purpose. No one other than family would ever find them, blood bound magic guaranteed it. He thought maybe his ancestors did it to keep the finder on track or safe. Regulus even let his mind wander to the idea that perhaps it was the house leading him. As if it somehow was giving him permission.

Now he thought himself a fool.

“Hold my hand.”

“What?” Sirius asked, the prospect ludicrous coming from his younger brother. He’d never been scared before, or at least he never showed it.

“Take my bloody hand, I’m going to see if there’s a wall in front of us.”

“Oh.” Doing what he said, shockingly cooperative, Sirius took his brothers left hand in his.

“Now touch the wall and don’t stop until I tell you.”

Sirius complied, shivering. Whether it be from fear or the cold wall he couldn’t tell.

“Alright what now—?”

Sirius grip tightened as his brother moved forward, no warning given. He gulped down the impulsive words longing to jump off his tongue. And he waited until he heard his brother let out a sigh, one he could not differentiate from disappointment or relief.

“What? Is it there? Holy shit it isn’t there is it? Oh Godric we’re going to die in here—,”

“Shut up,” Regulus retorted finally. “It’s there.”

Letting out a sigh of his own Sirius nodded, still touching the wall. “Can I let go now?”

“No.”

“But it’s fucking freezing Reggie.”

“Just—!” Regulus huffed out his frustration before unintentionally giving his brother’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Give me a moment.”

It only took a few seconds for it to be beyond quiet.

The lack of noise made Sirius ears ring, and he hated the way his mind liked to play tricks with him— making him think he could hear clicking fingertips, nails scratching along the walls, or a far off voice waiting to blind him numb.

Regulus, however, he was used to the silence. He had grown safe within it, utilizing it when it benefited him best. Just as he served it when screaming absently into the void, not a sound leaving his stretched jaw.

And it would appear that it had not forgotten his offerings.

Left

Feeling air pass over the hairs now tall from a short chill running up his neck, Regulus heard a faint whisper in his ear. Tilting his head his eyes closed, pleading the voice to say it once more.

Left

“I’m sorry— I really tried but I can’t stand it. I need you to say something,” Sirius broke, “We’re not splitting up right? I don’t trust this house to not try to impale me or dismember me somehow—,”

“We’re going left.” Regulus replied, leading the way. “You can stop now.”

It didn’t take long for Sirius to flinch away from the chilling stone. “Thank Godric, I was starting to feel pins and needles.”

Walking slow and swiftly, Regulus held his arms out once again, except this time he let them drift up and down as well. The action made a noise that of a brushstroke, sweeping in a back and forth motion.

“How did you know to go left?” Sirius asked, this time in a normal fashion. “And why are you caressing the walls all of a sudden?”

“She told me too.” Regulus replied shortly, continuing like clockwork.

“Okay— that sounded creepy as shit,” Sirius remarked in a comical tone. “What do you mean ‘she told you too’? Who is she? Did you take your vitamins today-?”

“Sirius, for just a few minutes could you just not ask me a question—,”

Stop

Sirius screamed, “Horrid mother of mine— I heard it that time!”

Slipping his fingers a little forward, Regulus felt something smooth pass over his hand. Cool to the touch, and soft when pressed together. A fabric of some kind, fluttering by air which only the tips of his fingers could feel.

Bracing himself, Regulus leaned back into his brother. He was going to warn him to hold on, but then he felt something that lit his body with irritation.

“Sirius?”

“Yes?”

“Have you had your wand on you this whole time?”

“…”

“Sirius.”

“Yes?”

“Do the bloody spell you idiot.”

Rustling to his pockets, Sirius held his wand firm before speaking the word that would have been most convenient not even three minutes ago.

“Lumos.”

Regulus squinted out a glare at his brother, his eyes tensing at the new light within pitch black. “I should maim you.”

“Don’t look at me like that!” Sirius countered, covering the embarrassed bloomed across his face. “What about your wand?!”

“It’s on the table in the room.”

“Well, that’s not very responsible of you is it Regulus? Leaving your only defense behind.”

“Shut up and point it forward.”

“Fine, your such a—,” Sirius train of thought slipped from him the moment his eyes reached what was before them.

A veiled entry, fluttering to a wind they could not feel nor hear. It’s drape black and ripped, as if nails were taken to it, yet the fabric still shined in the light. There was no sign of age, discoloration or even dust. It simply hung in the air, not even connecting to that of a rack or the wall.

What was beyond, they could not see. Almost as if teasing them, the veil would only swing high enough for them to see the outline of the other side. No more, no less.

Regulus took a step forward, ready to embrace whatever resided on the other side. His brother, however, wavered.

“Reggie are you sure this is the best idea?”

“When did you become so reasonable?” Regulus quipped, lightly amused by his brother’s fear.

“Apparently when you stopped.”

“You sound like me.”

Sirius vocally gagged. “Don’t you dare ever say that to me again.”

“Then hurry up and come along.”

That was the last thing Regulus said before ducking under the black veil when it had reached its peak.

There was nothing left of him anymore. Not a glimpse of of his coal colored curls, not the even the sound of his clothes brushing up against each other.

“Regulus?” Sirius asked into the nothingness. “Regulus I swear on James if you pop out of there like a little shit and try to scare me I’ll strangle you.”

Nothing.

Gulping down his nerves, Sirius bounced on his heels, whilst tightening around his wand. “Okay, can’t let my little brother show us up can you now Sirius… Fine. Fine, fine.”

And he leaped… falling flat on his face… onto grass?

“Took you long enough.”

Huffing with a mix of amusement and annoyance, Sirius glance up at his brother— who didn’t so much as offer him a hand, only a shit-eating grin. “You’re a prick.”

Smiling even wider, Regulus watched as his brother scrambled up, making sure to check on his prized attire. “You should mind your manners brother.”

Furrowing his eyebrows at the sudden title, Sirius acted as if Regulus had grown a second head. “Brother? Mind my manners? Did you hit your head as well?”

Glancing from his brother to Sirius’ left, Regulus felt even more smug. “No, I landed gracefully with the help of one of our relatives,” he watched as Sirius’ head slowly shifted to follow his line of sight, “Now mind your manners and at least greet Anastasia. She did allow us to find her garden after all.”

Sirius went pink with shock and embarrassment. Barely a yard away from them way their ancestor, with a title including a plentiful amount of ‘greats’ he imagined. She sat with poise on an out fashioned swing made of only wood and rope ridden with moss. Both look aged, contrasting to the youth covering her features. In fact, everything around them look rather dull. The flowers were all in bloom and ripe in color, yet they stood so sickly. Although, Anastasia, even with the black and gray of her being, she look almost as alive as the two of them.

“Nice to finally meet you Sirius,” she spoke. Her voice was higher than he suspected, holding an echo to each syllable. “You’ve changed so much since I’ve last seen you, yet stayed the very same. Very fortunate of you.”

“Hi, yes, I’m sorry for… well that,” Sirius gestured  dramatically to the patch of grass he just fell upon. “It nice to meet you too, again, um— I’m sorry are you talking about a little while ago, ‘you last saw me’ or…”

A small smile crept up her face, but it seemed to hurt her too much for it to become full. “I used to watch you both when you were little.”

Scrunching up his nose, Sirius tilted his head as if to stop from saying something. He should have known better.

“Sorry that just sounds a bit creepy.”

“Sirius!” Regulus scolded, genuine in his disbelief this time.

“What it does?! I said sorry!”

“She’s a ghost Sirius, trapped in our house, of course she’s seen us!”

“Alright… touché, but why is it you’re trapped?” Sirius asked, turning his attention to Anastasia, who sat still but seemingly had breeze flowing about the strands of her hair. “Or are you? You did say you had unfinished business right? With the Malfoy family?”

Her expression was quick to turn gloomy and sour. “You would not need to know if you didn’t want to. I’ve been nothing but cooperative with your little seance, and you insist of asking more?”

“Sirius,” Regulus whispered harshly, ordering his brother to apologize.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius stated, not knowing which set of eyes he feared more. “I just want to know how to help.”

Anastasia’s head tilted, her brows softening as she rose from her seat. None of her footsteps making a sound as she approached the boy. Sirius tensed as she grew inches from his face, not seeming to think of personal space. He guessed in a way this was his karma.

She took her time studying his features, as if looking for the truth behind his eyes, but she knew it already.“You used to look just like your mother.”

Sirius bit his tongue, his jaw twitching at the comment. She was right. He was the depiction of his mother, many mistaking him for a daughter at first glance when he was a toddler, especially as his hair began to grow. His mother hated it as well, after Sirius had a personality of his own that is. She’s cut his hair in order to stop the reoccurring remarks, and she’d hex whatever she couldn’t fix with scissors.

The only way Sirius could bare to look himself in the mirror was by constantly changing with time. Sure there were things that he couldn’t change: the slope of his cheek, the color of his eyes, and the Cupid bow of his upper lip. But he could fix everything else by painting his eyes and nails colors that his mother would never be seen near, by dressing scandalously, and by the cut of his hair— always wild and all over the place.

“You’re lucky,” she complimented, a small hint of jealousy within her tone, “You’ve outgrown her.”

Slipping through his side, sending goosebumps all along his right arm, she floated in Regulus’ direction. Anastasia didn’t even look at him as she passed by, letting out a whistle of a whisper of which only he could hear.

“Some of us never do.”

Regulus didn’t need her touch to feel his bones go cold.

“Anastasia, what happened to you?” He asked, feeling his heart falter as him and Sirius followed after her— having to almost jog to keep with her deadly pace.

When she finally stood still long enough for them to catch their breath, they couldn’t help but gawk in awe at the vine infested statue in from of them. An Angel stood with its head down, depleted, as if weeping— grieving.

“I don’t really remember anymore,” she answered, hardly a whisper.

Staring in a daze, she hovered over the angel’s garb, scared to touch the piece. “I started hiding away my memories so that I wouldn’t be tormented anymore. Sometimes I come across a few,” she evaporated from the spot in an instant, reappearing atop a tree branch hanging over the boys, “Every one hurts more than the last. I often wonder if that’s another reason I ripped them from my head.”

Pinching his brows together, Sirius asks, “If you can’t remember, than why are you still here?”

Regulus couldn’t help but wonder the same thing. Without a purpose, a ghost would normally move on. Why hadn’t she?

“I cannot leave without her.”

Approaching softly, Regulus stared up at her with pure eyes, “Who?”

Anastasia smiled to herself, this time until her cheeks caved, revealing dimples both brothers could swear they had seen in their own reflections. Moreover, when her mouth opened as if she were to speak her lovers name, nothing left. Her lips just parted, agape, and her hand reached to cup her throat as if free the name from its cage.

Her chin quivered when she finally gave up her attempt, and she only wished she could walk away the wretched feeling.

There was something festering within Regulus he could not comprehend. He had assumed pity, perhaps sympathy, but he found neither fit.

He would not hold his tongue any longer.

“We’ll find her for you,” he promised, paying no attention to his brother, who was gaping at his audacity. “Just tell us where to start.”

“Regulus,” it was Sirius turn to scold.

“The mirror is where it began.” she whispered descending from the branch to lead them away.

Regulus followed without questions, determined not to lose sight of her. All while Sirius chased after him, tugging on his arm to gain his attention.

“Regulus, I won’t say I’m not proud by this kind gesture, but you don’t know how long this will take,” Sirius said, a worried pitch to his voice. “I can’t be here when mother returns, and if I don’t go back in an hour or so James, Lily, Remus— they’ll worry. Merlin forbid they call Dumbledore to find me only to see us in this—,”

“Time doesn’t move here.” Anastasia interrupted, stopping to point at a broken father clock, the hands stopped on three. “You’ll be returned to the time you came here.”

Regulus glanced back at his brother, his expression asking ‘any other complaints?’.

Shrugging his shoulders, Sirius gave in. “Sounds good.”

They continued down the grass path, noticing with every step that the number of wildflowers diminished. Instead they were replaced with white stone, building up to what look like an alter. Except, in stead of offerings and a monument of worship, there was a mirror, round and grand in gold. Candles leaked down the sides, dripping onto the cobblestones that mimicked horse hooves.

“This is where I awoke, and the only thing I can remember,” she stated somberly, her eyes now drained and dull.

It was as if the short trip had taken a toll on her.

Finally, she looked at them. There was no more fondness found, nor destain, only warning.

“If you touch the mirror, you won’t be able to leave until the memory is finished. And the body you inhabit won’t be yours,” she explained a deep gravity in her otherwise pleasant voice. “You’ll have to live within another mind. No autonomy, no control.”

“Well…” Sirius trailed with a prolonged sigh. “It wouldn’t be the craziest thing I’ve done.”

Glancing at Regulus, she awaited his answer.

“We’ll be fine,” he replied, giving his brother a look only he could interpret.

No backing out now.

Sirius nodded, taking his place next to Regulus as they held out their hands.

“Ready for our first adventure brother?” Sirius asked cheekily, hiding the fear lodged in his gut.

A small smile tugged at Regulus lips, and he deemed it worthy of a response. “Don’t change my mind now.”

Their hands pushed forward, touching the middle just for it to pool around their fingers and envelop them whole. It swelled around them, swallowing their being in silvered mercury, until it was all they could breathe.

The substance went thick as smoke down their throats, and when they exhaled their eyes opened. A new freedom in their lungs, but a different color welcoming their vision.

Their grey eyes now a whiter tint, and their hair falling lower than Sirius’.

There she was, gripping the engraved wood around the mirror they had just transformed through— Anastasia.

Youthful. Their age.

Alive.

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the way ppl are attracted to barry keoghan while ik it's largely retroactive because of that movie where he drinks gay bathwater is starting to rly annoy me. like simp sure whatever but ftr his being in Killing isnt the centre of the movie. he's also not a fucking demon-child in it why do i keep seeing ppl casually refer to Killing as an evil kid movie it's not he's like the most relatable Child Things Have Happened To character since the dawn of time and whether his oracle-traits are actually affecting the plot or not is neither here nor there.

i hav a literal visual learning disability and i got it like im not being elitist here Killing is rly blunt about its cues and references it's in the title ffs. Barry's character isn't unknowable he's the only one that is accessible emotionally he's the victim everyone blames but who never actually does anything. all he does is live, be confused by the apparent magical realism that is being severely traumatised, and attempt to love. he can almost see the meaning of the film but not quite. he's closer to the fourth wall than every character but never quite breaks through because trauma is like that.

and setting/genre morality wise it's simple:

normally Yorg settings are like 'what if i take you to a fantastical place but it's got such recognisable People Of The Audience's Universe in it you'll feel like throwing up' which is fine and dandy but Killing Is like 'hi it's your world now and the people in this one are governed by an ancient literary morality' like that is what is happening with Barry and his metaphors. its obvious its in the title - its not an evil child 'how can something so innocent be evil' trite christian themes horror.

those movies aren't wrong or bad necessarily it's just that Killing isn't one of them. all of Killing's subversive structures are moral, and by committing to them unconditionally Yorg is able to relate the experiences of childhood trauma in a uniquely clear and empathetic setting. We know our world so place ourselves in it and every time there is a cue for the morals of our universe to switch our empathies off, he teaches us a little more about the rules of Killing's moral universe. ultimately tho, Killing's setting and rules are not The Point they are The Method. The point is for you to actually experience being Barry's character. The Method gives u space to do so without the biases of this dunya and the other characters becoming your morality as a viewer. You're experiencing:

not harming a soul whilst every other person you meet blames all evils on you, being both condescended to and lied to and about because you are a child while simultaneously being sexualised and monsterfied. despite this every choice u make is an attempt at being good, and at loving. It is this uncomprising commitment to righteous intention which creeps out the rest of the world. Youve seen too much to shy away from harsh realities which causes people to treat you as tho you Are the things they ignore, just because you acknowledge them. no matter what you do, you're viewed with suspicion and objectification all the real evils committed herein are attributed to you and yet you are just here, being. Barry's character doesn't commit harm on anybody, he just wishes it. Nobody in the film even once stops to ask his character what his life has been like. He's so ignored that his trauma becomes both his personhood and a forgotten thing and all that's left is the world's innate immediate fear response to understanding.

I remember being the age of Barry's character, my life was like that. Literally like that, including apparent magical realisms. It's just frustrating I guess that what I see as the best artistic attenpt at allowing ppl into understanding what living traumatised is like, especially when you're still a child - is just treated as another child-monster movie and look he's took his shirt off. like fuck. even a work which does everything it can to give u the ability to empathise and the only watchers who r empathising already could.

almost every movie ive ever seen caused me to have a mental breakdown because my damaged brain is so sad and despairing when it is made to suspend disbelief and imagine it is without the core constancy of trauma that is present in every moment of life that ive ever had. and Killing is a work of art which invites u to experience that. it's very construction is designed to attempt to keep its audiences with the traumatised character, to never leave his side. and it gets closer to succeeding than any work of art in any medium ive seen

but still everyone's just like 'oh yeah the point was the child was evil. oh yeah the point was the child was played a sexy man. oh yeah the point was literary pretension'. fuck off.

the point was that the child wished to be treated justly and with love and the dunya took every possible choice path, even beyond its own boundaries and into magical realism, to make certain that it didn't.

you're supposed to watch as a rly sad boy eats his fucking spaghetti exactly as messily as every other teenage boy and be horrified as this becomes justification for calling him evil, for being afraid of him.

to monster fy him. to imply his obsession with the father he lost is psychossexual. to imply his grief at his mother's loneliness is an Oedipus complex. to imply that his relationship with Colin Farrells daughter is predatory, to imply that if Barry's character deserves love it can only be through the daughters attraction to his perceived horrifying power, to imply that his wanting the guilty parties to pay for their harm of him and his subsequent familial falling in love with them are an indication of pre-guilt.

you are supposed to be horrified that when Colin Farrell is going spinny spinny spin, that the universe of the movie is implying Barry's character's grief, love, and empathy is the cause of this horror.

Yorg is asking you to get close enough to a real world experience of childhood trauma that u can hate the dunya, your world, around that child.

He Is Not Asking You To Demonise The Child, He Is Not Asking You To Accept The Dunya Face Value.

every single Yorg movie has been an attempt at engineering the conditions for empathy with a severely harmed person or persons. and in all the others, because his method is to make the world an AU and the people familiar, y'all applaud him for it. but wuth Killing he was braver and he was punished for it.

Killing asks you to experience a familiar world without acquiescing to it. see a modern home or hospital without immediately falling to prey to the moralities present in the world you're used to. it engineers a structure of communication which gives you every possible tool as an audience member to even mildly resist the pull of your world, this dunya. it gives you everything you could possibly want or need to maybe just maybe feel the most real and of your own world character Yorg could come up with.

Barry's character is every severely traumatised child to have walked this earth. he is so fundamentally real and whole and human. and yet audiences just. jerk off when his shirt comes off and call him a devil child. can u not see how vile that is

can u not, for one moment of your life feel what he feels. this is not a horror movie; it's a coming of age film that hopes to give its protagonist a fucking chance, not through the characters but through the horrorfied empathy of its audience. but no. u see a sad kid u call him the devil u watch him be groomed demonised blamed and assaulted by a evil powerful man who goes on to murder one of his own children and u say to ur friends, 'wow how creepy was that kid oi did u see when Barry had his shirt off in front of Colin that was hot'

if that's not a metaphor for my entire fucking real life i dont know what is.

you'll notice after Killing Yorg stopped talking about it and went back to making movies where his cold hearted audiences get their own experiences handed to them on a platter and then they try to access his meaning via an unfamiliar world. he knew Killing was good and he knew it had failed. he talked about it failing.

it's not that audiences can't empathise with severely harmed people its that they won't. if u empathise with them, they will maybe mayyybe choose to sympathise with your point at the end. but they will not look straight at a severely traumatised child and acknowledge the part they play in that on a society level, not in fiction, not in life, not at all.

idk how to explain to u that Killing isn't scary it's comforting and relatable. just knowing Yorg sees me is one person seeing me. I am those people in those movies who are being harmed like that. I can't count the number of times in my life when people tried to murder me with their bare hands. I can't count. I can't count the number of times a powerful man who hurt someone I cared about responded to my attempts at accountability by attempting to groom me, demonising me, and blaming me for his next wave of evil to all the people around him. Like you are aware that people live lives like this? that this is your reality, your world, the world.

that the sick feeling you get in Yorg movies that the thing he's trying and trying to get you to care about and understand is some people's entire lives? i hav never not had that feeling my entire existence has that feeling as a constant.

my entire existence has been consumed with people's unconfortility with being near someone who's been harmed severely.life is a cycle of being severely harmed, acknowledging it, and being punished for it. if u watch Killing and don't feel what Barry's character is going thru, which is seemingly most people, know that u are a part of the way the world works in treating the severely harmed with disdain and disgust. and if u watch killing and all u can focus on his how hot Barry's character is then fuck you.