𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖜 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘

| fictive, 18+ | | 22 🍴 dead |

[dearest-departed]

is it too late for an introduction?

i’ve been putting this off for far too long at this point- the whole… introductory..? it just feels like i’m at an AA meeting.

“Hi, i’m Andrew, and i’m an ex murderer”.

“hi andrew!” you all say unilaterally- speaking from the collective mouth hanging off the side of the mangled mess of carrion that your choir of consciousnesses used to possess. (wow, talk about a run-on sentence.)

hi, i’m andrew, not andy— andrew. can i just describe myself as a real person living a real life instead of making this feel like a wikipedia biography? jesus christ

i am a fictive..

this isn’t any of that roleplay shit. and DEFINITELY not one of those fantasy profiles going into EXCRUCIATINGLY disgusting detail about the unsavory things i “want” to do with my sister. there’s no room for that here.

speaking of the devil… my ashley has her very own tumblr! that’s where you’d want to go to fulfill your fantasies that go into excruciatingly disgusting detail. just kidding of course. i hope.

enough of that, here’s what you’ve all been waiting for! some uninteresting and rather snooze worthy facts about the man behind the curtain.

i’m a hater number one

number two i’m a hater

i love the magnus archives (DONT talk to me about it i am NOT caught up)

i don’t listen to music, but when i do, i’m most likely leaning in the direction of alex g and radiohead. (yawn. what else did you expect.)

i love literature- reading, writing, gawking at- the works. (again. what else did you expect.)

that’s all there is to my character. i’m a living, breathing punching bag with the qualities and characteristics of one. but hey, reader- if there’s anything you can walk away with after meeting me today, it’s the knowledge that you’ve become acquainted with your very first sentient sack of .. grain, or fabric, or whatever the hell they put inside those things. you’re welcome.

asks? yes sir!

i love to talk, did you know this? so my asks are open to all those curious enough to dig at my wounds.

what else haven’t i covered? oh, i’m bodily 22 (no change there) and my blog is strictly 18+ (as you can see in my blogs description.)

i myself am open to questions, concerns, death threats.. so whatever floats your boat, whatever pleases the dancing monkey clapping its cymbals around in your brain- burden my threshold, or whatever.

until then, you’ll hear from me sparingly.

Goodbye.

[bitterly-beloved]

What are your thoughts on the undead?

yummy yummy yummy!!! 🍴

[mayothompson]

[sphacelating]

this is such a huge pet peeve of mine, but seeing tcoaal fans call andrew “andy” (despite seemingly never calling ashley “leyley” when referring to the siblings in the same post), so, doing exactly what ashley does, really irks me. andrew as a character spends his whole arc insisting that he, as a person, is separate from andy and that andy no longer exists. his name in the game, unless he’s a child in flashbacks, is andrew. andy is a person who he relentlessly insists is dead and he detests the nickname, and we watch him correct ashley every time she calls him that— he’s deeply hurt and angry that she does not show him the courtesy of honoring his wishes about his own name that he wants to be called, that she’s calling him by “another guy’s name” even, yet you choose to refer to him as such in your posts regardless.

so, enlighten me. why do i see this so damn often? he’d hate y’all for that and it’s very much not 22 year old andrew’s actual name. it’s presented as a display of blatant disrespect on ashley’s part for andrew’s identity and personhood. that’s virtually the whole plot, the core of his character. so why on earth is he still andy to you people?

additionally, given how many trans tcoaal fans see this as a strong parallel to the experience of being deliberately deadnamed, a depiction of how painful it is to not be allowed to be your authentic self and instead forced to perform something for others who cannot love or accept you as you are, you may want to reflect on how this could be perceived especially by your trans followers who as a result, intimately relate to this experience.

[dearest-departed]

“trigger warning” kill yourself

[chrissyjoshys]

but your honour thats my emotional support word i overuse

[sacred-portal]

[goreboypete]

@bitterly-beloved made me some bracelets and I am obsessed, genuinely love them and I don't think I can ever take them off ever

She got me other things but I don't wanna brag...

(ignore my pale ass skin I never go outside)

[bitterly-beloved]

“ #ashley “ LMAO

im soosososososossososososo glad u like them! im only really proud of the pete one, BUT much work went into them! (so nobody can say i dont do nice things for people)

heres some up-close-and-personal pictures!! (ft some for andrew <3 and bla bla bla whatever other people)

enjoy your gifts ~

and also… always brag .. tf… especially when its bc im so nice and sweet..

xoxo,

ashley

[dearest-departed]

update the people!! or theyll think u comitted die!

HA. as if you wouldn’t be crying to the internet masses about my ultimately, unceremoniously, but rather timely departure. oh, oh my god how i yearn for the day. to take one’s own life, the ultimate “fuck you” spat in the face of our creators. so, here i’ll be, until that fateful moment, with handfuls of vague and thinly veiled threats to ensue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah whatever. shut up andrew.

.. what’s there to say.. let’s think.

1. i started a new reality show, ashley got into it, so now i can’t watch it on my own. which is great

2. my hair is back to black which means “fashion show” coming up again soon (per ashley’s request). which is awesome

3. i haven’t been on tumblr much. so sorry to my most loyal of followers, it appears i’ve taken up new interests such as…. succumbing to the necrosis of my own functionality! and… shit, was there actually more? (which is fine).

i’ve been sitting on a couple asks, as well as my own ass for a little too long by now. i’ve regressed to a fetal primitive state of “can’t do anything but respond to my own bodily needs”. ….. don’t think about that one too much.

to those waiting for a piece of my mind, why? and also, why? aaand.. my bad. heh. can’t please everybody. especially not myself.

that’s all for now, before i write another 6 paragraphs of bullshit nobody wants to read.

until next time,

dictum factum,

memento mori.

[dearest-departed]

bestie you okay ? your recent post #i'mroadkill worries me

thanks for checking in bestie. it’s occurred to me that i am an infected wound. cheers!

[dearest-departed]

surely if i’m beaten to a bloody pulp that’ll start me on the road to total mental recovery. surely if i’m brutalized half to death that’ll grant me total clarity. surely if i’m hit by a semi and left bleeding in a ditch i will wake up in total bliss. surely

[maachine-deactivated20250630]

[throws a meat cleaver at you and misses] [throws a meat cleaver at you and misses] [throws a meat cleaver at you and misses] Dude stay still jesus christ [throws a meat cleaver at you and misses] [throws a meat cleaver at you and misses] [throws a meat cleaver at you and misses]

[matrixonvhsanddvd]

Whenever I get horny nowadays I just start hitting my head with my fist over and over

[dearest-departed]

spring cleaning

[dearest-departed]

alright—

let today mark the moment i crawl out of my miserable shell to try something new.

i’ve been meaning to create something, a specific environment in my own cozy little corner of the web where we can discuss things like politics, religion, personal experience- the works. so the past few days i’ve been cooking this up. (be forewarned, this is a lot)

a trial run, perhaps- the ball is in your court, a segment of discussion topics from yours truly. i want to hear from YOU, my tumblr following, or strangers we pick up along the way.

there’s no pressure to interact with me. not in the slightest- but a gentle push here and there can’t hurt. right? (right?)

mm. now, you may be wondering;

“Andrew, what sparked this idea?”

well i’m glad you asked!

when this idea first came to me i was dissociating in the back of an oven on wheels. total out of body, watching-from-afar type of dissociation. my first question to you would’ve been- what are your experiences with that? but for my first time initiating these discussions.. i wanted to go with something a more.. philosophical approach.

so my question to you, Tumblr, is—

Would you sacrifice your thoughts and beliefs for a presumably better life, and continue to sacrifice them to keep that life?

i’ll lead with an example;

society has undergone a transformation— you have your bottom feeders, the scum- discarded and thrown away. your “common folk”, middle class- relatively ignored and disregarded by most. and on top of the food chain, the upper echelon, the elites. (wonderfully done andrew, you’ve just explained TODAYS society!)

you find yourself amongst the lowest of the low, just barely scraping by. so let’s say you’ve just been granted an opportunity to move up the ranks and have your “rags to riches” moment. but in order to be granted this title, to metamorphose (or so to speak)— you have to betray your core principles. this could be religiously, morally and ethically, or even socially. let’s say (for examples sake), this means plowing down a thousand year old tree that’s connected to many spiritual traditions— or something a bit less hands on, like allowing your likeness to be the face of an ad campaign that promotes a more modern approach to lobotomizing the masses. (cute, right?)

now;

really think about it. one’s first response might be “no, no way i’d do that”. so put yourself in those shoes and really imagine it. you’re treated like shit day in and day out, kicked, spat at, berated and belittled. maybe you’re at your wits end. who knows? this is your imagined scenario to do as you please with. shoot me replies in my asks, and i’ll share my own thoughts with you.

disclaimer; i don’t expect this to go anywhere. ignore me, or watch from afar— but i wanted a way to really engage with tumblr in a way that wasn’t just “oh, send me questions! pick my brain for hours on end and make me really contemplate the things i keep shoved so so so so so so so very far down!” i’d also love to hear your questions, your prompts. so have fun or.. send me anthrax in the mail. whatever

based on how well this does i’ll have a lot more to ask you guys in the future. fill up my time with something to contemplate, and i’ll do the same.

until we meet again,

forever will i be that rock stuck in your sole. you can try to get me out, but no amount of poking and prodding and digging will remove the roots i’ve spread throughout your flesh and bone.

[ishowdespair-deactivated2026012]

[willgrahamscock]

yeah