comic "Together"
❗️NSFW: blood, hints of torture
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not proud of artstyle but eh whatever
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comic "Together"
❗️NSFW: blood, hints of torture
в хорошем качестве в моем тг https://t.me/entropolin god it took forever but finally its done
not proud of artstyle but eh whatever
он смог \ he made it <3 🌼☀️🌈
I know my art style might irritate some people, but here’s MY HOT TAKE HC: how we see the guests in the game isn’t how they actually look. We’re playing from the Hermit’s perspective — he sees everyone as a threat to his comfortable isolated life. Their uncanny, off-putting appearance is the whole point of the game. Every single one of them could be dangerous.
I prefer to imagine they look fairly normal outside of protag’s view. In reality, much closer to their references (rockstar, neighbor etc.). Of course I’ll still keep some of their signature features like jowls and eye bags, but don’t come at me for making them “too pretty” pls 😅
i want things to be beautiful
also separate wirecoat
creepytale and wirecoat as ship dynamics memes
exactly what im going for with 🕳️🪡 in my Parasite fic btw😋
dunno it always felt right for wireface to be the one initiating physical contact, he's a human after all its in his nature (and mentality too maybe?)
perfect creepytale dynamic in one clip
they're so annoying everybody hates them
a moment when his interest transformed into a full on crush
Creepy being so annoying that not even fairytale can help but crack— that’s such a cute dynamic, ah!!🥹💝💫✨
SOOOOOO CUUUUUTE 🤩 FIRE 🔥 🔥🔥🔥
a moment when his interest transformed into a full on crush
wirecoat dancing.... can I get weird about coat guy's black hole symbolism for a sec ok thanks
After killing people in this house he heard a confused child's voice: "Frosty...?"
It was six years old girl who had also hiding in that same (homeowner/protag.) house before the people in hazmat suit (aka FEMA as**oles) took Coat guy and Wireface from. The Abandoment Girl just watched them leaving the house. She didn't wanted them to leave...She promised that she will make a tea party and invite some people from others rooms in this house... But now... She just stood... Did she killed someone? And how she got here?
The Abandonment Girl: "Frosty? Is that you?...Wowie, you look more taller like a tree. Did the people in weird yellow costumes gave you a lot of vegetables...and what happened to Pumpkin (Wireface) and-
Before finishing, she looked at some corpses in this room, some corpses have lost body parts, some have scratches or there just a river of blood. When she turned around she saw a women's corpse, lying on the floor. She had a small but many scratches on her hands, lost eye, deep wound on her stomatch and big, deep wound on her neck from bite. The Abandonment girl was wondering why people in this house are like that. The abandonment girl asked the coat guy:
The abandonment girl: "Friend?...Why they don't move?...They are sleeping?...They are just resting or they have bad mood...?"
The Abandonment Girl: "Or they...Wait...what?...Is this jam or red paint on my hands...Weird...I don't remember that I eat something...And why this tastes horrible and metalic...Is this expired or something...?"
The Abandonment Girl turned around to woman's dead body and asked: "Hello?...Miss?...Wake up, what happened to others?...Miss?.........miss?"
The Abandonment Girl gets scared...
The Abandonment Girl: "F-Frosty?...Why she doesn't wake up?!...What happened in here?! Why they are covered in red paint and where their hands, legs and...and... "
And she starts think...red hands...horrible taste...She looked at her hands and then at corpses, at her hands again and then at corpses. She repeated many times until she stopped. She was terrified....She was terrifed that she might be one who hurt them... The abandonment starts crying. She didn't wanted believe it..
The "Abandonment Girl: Frosty..........Is this nightmare?....Is this a joke? It must be a bad nightmare....I never....I would never...hurt...them...I would never done such horrible things....They will wake up later or tomorrow, right?....right...?"
"..."
The super-visitor scanned the room and the blood-soaked child. He wasn’t really listening to her shocked rambling—she was talking straight at him, but it barely registered.
Frosty, huh. As spot-on as it was mocking. Still the best thing anyone had ever called him.
He gave the girl a flat, emotionless stare. Not a target, visitor. Of course he recognized her, but there wasn’t a single warm feeling in his chest. Classic child behavior. The fact she hadn’t flinched away from him right from the start was just their nature showing—visitors instinctively clock other visitors. Built-in defense mechanism.
What had she said? He’d grown? Evgeny hadn’t even thought about it before. He really had stopped slouching like he used to, always trying to shrink against the cold. Now he walked with his back straight. And yes, his body had changed a bit, even if it wasn’t dramatic. Before the transformation he’d already been super skinny, ribs sticking out like crazy—he’d always hidden them under baggy clothes, just like he was doing now so he wouldn’t freak out his human companion. All because of the hole. And now he was basically the same height as Levan. Huh. She was probably right.
This was the last room. Job done. Time to bounce.
But just as he turned to leave the now people-free hideout, a sharp cry came from behind him.
Levan was peeking out from the doorway across the hall, staring in horror at the scene. Had he heard the familiar voice?
Zhenya instantly crossed the distance and, flashing a calm smile, gently tugged the Georgian by the elbow outside.
E̻ͮv̛̅e̪̼r͍͠y̏͊t͚́h̋ͭí̙n͛͞g̹̋’̧͇s͝ͅ f̂ͅiͫ͌n̴͆e̡̋.̼͒ Ļ̾eͪͪt͙ͣ’̌́s̫ͪ g̲̽o̫̻.̯̃ Cͩ͡’̐̌m̯̍ọ͞n̺̳,̺̈́ w͓ͫe̘̠ g͚͎o̤͛t̬͢t̯͗ḁͮ g̸̘e̤͜t̳̒ õ̠u̧͐t̪͂t̥͠a̯̅ h́͟e̥̍r̞ͩe͉͆.̳ͅ
[Wh-what?! We’re just gonna leave her… like that?!]
Evgeny wrinkled his nose in annoyance. What a fucking pain. Now they couldn’t just walk away. What do you even do with a kid-murderer in shock? His eyes dropped to the rifle in his companion’s hands.
Bͣe̥e͚n͕ m̏ęä́n͗ȋn̾ḡ tͧo̙ t̼e̼a͟c͡h͉ y͍õu͋ h͘o̚w͊ tͭo̿ p̮rͭo͘t͙e̴c͒t̨ y͎õu̘r̰s͂e̖lͥf͌ i̐ń aͩ p͇i̴n̐čh͌ a͑n̯yͧw̠äy̫.͈ Į’ͮl̺lͩ sͧh̋o̪wͫ y̕o̹u̴ h͛o͆w̡ t͘ỏ k̟ĭl̵l̤ v̯i̫s͔īt̓oͪr̟s̄.̂ N͍e͊v͓e̞r̮ s̅h̓o͆o͟t̟ t͌h̛e̅ b͢o͏ḓyͬ—ͮt̀hͤe̼ȓe͈’̛s̷ n̷o͎t̫hͨiͪn͐g͉ ỉm̹p͌oͬȓt̶a͙n͏t͑ t̄h͉e̮r̛e̯.̵ H̗e͘a̎d̬ o̜ńl͜y̘.̙ T͏h͒a̚tͩ’̏s̠ w͛h͟ḛr͈eͅ t͇h̤eͯ b̟rͅaͨi̱n̪ iͤs̓,̌ t͈h͋e̵ mͫi̺n̘d̵—̀t͂h̺e̵ t̃h̖i̸n̽g̀ Sͩh̳e͉ ủs̓eͫs̵ t͊o̪ c͙o͜nͣt͔r̳o̘l̐ u͐s̼.̪
Levan shook his head, confused.
[What are you even saying…?]
Zhenya nodded toward the house.
Y̵o̓u͝ c͌aͫn͏ p͟rͧàc͔t̯i̓c͖e̜.̄ P͘e̎rͯf͝e̱c̈́ť t͝aͨr͎g͔ėt̝.͕
A girl-visitor. Clean, quick, and actually useful. Sure, she wasn’t an enemy, but that was actually to their benefit.
[Are you fucking insane?! Is there anything human left in you at all?!]
The foreigner stared at him with such raw fury and shock that Zhenya instinctively shrank back out of old habit.
But… he’d only suggested it because he cared! He thought he was doing the human thing—offering to take out a dangerous visitor. Had he messed up? …Ah, right. Was his pity really stronger than fear? Even when the kid was a visitor? Then why the hell was he still scared of Zhenya? He wasn’t dangerous! He was on his side!
Zhenya stuck out his lower lip, all bitter, and asked indignantly:
W͠h̵a̗t͠ d̚i̐d͗ y͞o̲ǔ e̎x̯p̲eͬc̍tͭ?̼ T̲oͤ pͥl̖ȃy̤ b̅aͫb̈y̠s̵i̯t̸t͙e̴r̤?ͬ T̶a͝k̥ḙ h͕ër̘ w̛i͢t̟h͡ u̒s̍?̹ Ḋo̒ I̾ nͭeͬéd̐ t̕o͐ r͈e̎m̮i͝n̈d̕ y̕o̹u̴ w̻h̡ãt̘ šh͂e̅ d̥iͪd̔?̾ L̈́o͜ŏk̢ a̢g̽ăi͍n͒!͒
[She… she’s nice. She gave me a drawing so I wouldn’t be sad. She thinks we’re her friends!]
S̢h̵e͚’̝s̆ aͬ k͉ȋd͍!ͪ O̕f͚ c͋o̙uͪrͦs̱e̖ s̰h̆ê t͢h̢i͚n̨kͮsͣ w̝e̦’ͨr̔eͣ f̐ṛi̯e̊n̕d̚s̩—ͦsͅh̙e̎ t̟h͡ǐn̼kͮs͔ e̚v̲e̻r̾yͧo͏nͅé’ͤs̟ h̏ĕr͈ f̴r̯i͛e̵nͫḍ!̳
[Then even more so.]
The Georgian tried to step back into the house, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him cold.
W͠h̵a̗t͠ aͫr̂e͔ y͞o̲ǔ tͧhͤiͬņk̨i̓n̅g͑?͠ S̀h̆ê’͖s̼ uͅn̨s͜t̓a͓b͞l̿e̙,͒ Ȋ’̃m͢ n͞o̯t̵ lͥe͏tͬt̂i͢ňgͨ yͮoͤû n̎e͚a͑r̾ ḧeͬr̡!̧ W͘h̏a̟t̕ i͞f́ s̬h͝e̥ hͩu͇r̗t̳ş ÿỏu̅?̺!͖ D̀o͙n͟’͛t͚ b̟ë s̄t̙u̢p̭i̞d͐,̈́ L̓e̒v̀a̹n̑.̜ S͖h̛e̅’́s̋ a̯ ẃi͡ḽd̠ aͭn̴īm̒a̵l͇—̀s̠h͆e͔ d̉o̒e͗s̞ j̙u̕s̒tͩ f̛i͐nͨe̮ w̯i̲țh̞o̊uͪt͊ àńy̅o̘n͢è’̸sͨ ḧe̟l̲p͌.͢ Yͅoͧuͪ p̼i͊c̺k̃iͬnͮg̋ ȗp̩ b̍a͞b͞ỹ s̊t̀r̙a̖y͎s̳ o͊f̑f̶ t̃h̖eͣ s͒tͬr͗ẻe͉ţ nͭôw̥ t͊o̪oͥ?͇ B̀e̫a͍r̷s̪?̻ W͊o͋l̼v̅e͇s̡?͚
[You go then! You’re a visitor too! Do something, at least!]
Yevgeny flinched and shrank back again. The last thing he wanted was Levan mad at him. That horrible, gnawing feeling that made the unbearable cold feel like it was creeping back in.
The girl was still sitting there, staring at her bloody hands. When he got closer, she lifted her tear-filled, shocked eyes to him. Like all animals, visitors couldn’t fully cry like humans.
Zhenya gave her a cold, studying look. This little girl was their friend. What a weird, alien concept. Zhenya had never had friends. He only had Levan. But if Levan needed friends besides him, he’d roll with it.
How would Levan do it?
Zhenya dropped to one knee, smearing it in the puddle of blood on the floor, and looked the girl right in the eyes.
“I did this. I'm sorry. A child like you shouldn’t have seen that. Frosty’s bad.”
“Those were bad people. But now everything’s okay. Don’t think about it. Ah, I got you all messy. Don't lick it. Wanna go wash up? And then you can say hi to Pumpkin, okay?”
/// sorry for a long wait, was busy with work
comments are unable for me for some reason so i couldn't answer to your messages <\3 im super happy you liked my fic, it means a lot to me! ty
so this encounter happens somewhere near the end of the fic, when Wireface feels comfortable enough to confront Coat guy about things he does. They're close but not that close yet
yeah sorry Coat guy, that won't work on him, maybe there are other ways...👀
it might be better to leave him freezing lol 🥶\🥵
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So i did it! Fic-continuation of my wirecoat comic! please go read it, i put a lot of effort into it :3
wireface can't handle kissing
My NINAH OC (The abadonment girl, a 6 years old visitor) have something to say to Wireface/Levan
The abadonment girl: "Howdy!"
The abandonment girl: "You must have a very VERY hard time after leaving your friends behind...But you won't be alone BECAUSE all your friends, famuły and...wait"
The abandonment girl starts remember
The abadonment girl: i...forgot that you won't understand what i try to say....BUT doesnt mean that i can't show you a drawing that i tried to make to cheer up! Take a look!
The abadonment girl: "This is you, frosty (Coat guy) and mr. Sun being happy. I added some flowers to make drawing look happier. Remember! Every story have good ending, your friends, family and people you trust are beliving in you! I wish you luck and hapiness and stay strong 👍"
He remembered the little girl who was now happily chattering away right in front of him. She had also been hiding in that same house where the people in hazmat suits took them from. You could tell from her drawing — they were still wearing their old clothes back then. And… Zhenya. That ever-freezing Zhenya in his winter coat. Now, after the transformation, he didn’t need it anymore. Instead, he was wearing Levan’s clothes. Levan still couldn’t get used to that.
The girl was way too cheerful for a kid wandering alone at night, and most importantly — she was alive. She clearly wasn’t human. Levan seriously doubted that a near six-year-old could’ve survived the Pale man’s invasion, especially considering the smashed door. That’s exactly what must’ve happened to that house they were staying at. What were the chances of running into her here, of all places? The place She had sent them to for cleanup. While Levan waited outside, Zhenya had been quietly and efficiently taking care of all the residents inside. Thank god he did it fast and without much noise. At least it wasn’t too brutal. It could’ve really been worse.
The girl pointed firmly at the drawing and then dramatically gestured at the wide smiling mouths. She was clearly trying to cheer him up.
Levan narrowed his teary eyes and stared blankly at the colorful drawing in his hands. The deadly sun was smiling happily, just like the two figures — him and Zhenya . He couldn’t quite figure out what he was feeling as he looked at it. Regret? Saddness? Anger that he’d been condemned to this kind of life instead of what seemed like a merciful death? He doubted he’d ever get the chance to smile again in this life. Was there even anything good waiting for him?
But looking at this visitor girl and the drawing in his hands… maybe there was still hope? Not all Visitors were monsters after all? Maybe he could actually adapt to this new life. Maybe, sooner or later, he’d even get to see his family again…
When he finally looked up, the girl was gone. Sadly, he didn’t even get to thank her.
Levan rolled up the drawing and was about to put it in his pocket when he heard the click of the door.
"Ḩ̶̏̃̔̍ḙ̵̞́͛y̸̹̪̘̝͎̅͒,̶̬̮̯̖̋̈̈ ̵̩̘̱̮͊ͅI̴̛͎̟̅͒'̸̣͖͓̼̓̋̿̄͒m̷̧̬͍̩̥̀̕ ̶͇͖͋͋̽̈ͅd̴̝͗͑͗ȍ̶̝͎̔̿n̶̙͕̥̼̬̾̓̚e̸̲̞̋́"
Zhenya’s voice — not heard, but felt — echoed inside his head. It didn’t sound like a language. No, not anymore. Now Zhenya sent him images straight into his brain. Just another convenient ability of the super-Visitors.
Levan flinched under the careful, studying gaze of those red eyes. But only now, when he actually paid attention to them, did he notice how wide they were, how softly they were looking at him — with such tenderness.
S̷̢̨̪̎̃͝o̸̢͓͊̕r̴̹̽̓̕ṛ̵̳̀̌̅ý̸̗̥̯̕,̵̞̪̤̿̊͝ ̶̬͑̽̓I̴̭̪͒͜ ̶̧̹̻͐t̶͖̜͂̔̀ṛ̴̱͂i̵̲̥͚̾e̴͔͕̣̋͂d̴͚͚̤̅̾͘ ̷̜̔͛ẗ̷̠́̏͘o̵̹̐̎͝ ̶̛̖̘̌f̶̖̩̣̋͝i̴̹̦͓͗̚n̴̻̼̈́̋i̴͖̒͋̆s̷̪̹͉͋͊̾h̶̨̖̓ ̴̲̲̞̀a̷̮̿̈ŝ̷̢̛͎̫̕ ̷͍̱͋͆́s̴͎̩̲̏o̴̠̼͑̔̓ò̵͕͜n̷͉̥̈͘͜ ̶̫̀a̷̳̳͐͑̓s̷̜̯̖̐̋ ̵̬̃͑̓p̸͇͒̚o̶̼̻̼͂́s̴̙͚̓s̵͉͙̊̔̇i̷̦̺̭͊b̶͈͈̌̑̊l̴̜͍̓̍͝è̸̬̦ ̷̩̻̣̆͛̈́b̵͈͎͌ű̶̯̅t̷̨̢̲̔ ̸̼̄s̸̮͇̬̎̔t̸̤͖̖̔͊̉ȉ̵͚͗͐l̸͎̃͑͘l̶͈̐͜ͅ ̷̆͠ͅl̷̤̀͌ë̴̗̘f̷̖̦͇̊͗t̸̠̜̀ ̶͙͓́y̴̧̨͝o̵̤̔u̷̺͂̈ ̷̩̀̚å̷͈̘l̴̠͇̓̀o̷͒͘͝ͅǹ̴̙̂e̶͍͍̊̾̀ ̵̛͈f̸̬̤̏̏o̴̞͕̍̓̈́r̴̖͝ ̵̤̗̓͐t̶̘̻͆̑̎͜o̷̮̔̆́o̵̱̅̉ ̷̯̬̘͘l̵̙̀̄o̴̗̞͇͌̿ǹ̶̝͈̐̕g̶̠̠͠.̵̰͖͛͗ ̶̢̂̋Ļ̸̩͑̈e̷͍̋t̶̹̞͂'̸̢͉́̃̾s̴̺̗͛́͝ ̵͈̤͗ģ̵̦̔̈́o̴͎̣͘?̴̗͕̳̓ ̷̨̛̮́̇
He was a monster. He looked like one. And yet he was smiling so gently, reaching out his hand with such hope, that the fear that had been gripping Levan finally started to fade. Remembering the smiling figure on the child’s drawing, Levan placed his hand into Zhenya’s, like he was handing over his own life, and let himself be pulled up from the ground.
Whatever happened next, he knew one thing for sure: Zhenya would never hurt him. He would protect him and go to any lengths for it — he’d already proven that. He’d turned into a monster for him… all of it, just so Levan could live. Now they were both trapped together in this endless, suffocating nightmare. But still, they were there together.
With Zhenya by his side, Levan felt he could find his place in this new world. \\\\ hi! thank you for sending me such an adorable message, hope you don't mind me making a short story out of it ^^ im planning to write a small fic-continuation of this AU so dont worry, Levan is going to be kind of okay in the end!
post-comic art "Tending to the wounds" Coat Guy made a deal with Death and became her Reaper (and super-visitor too). He fully embraced his non-human nature and now has total control over his black hole. His new duty is to kill whoever She points at. In exchange, Wireface’s life isn’t in danger... when he's under Coat Guy's protection. Wireface is terrified of Coat Guy, even knowing he’s supposedly on his side. He regrets getting himself into this mess but sadly, he knows there was nothing he could’ve done to avoid it. Sometimes he thinks it might’ve been better if he’d just died back there.
Coat Guy, knowing Wireface has nowhere to go, comforts him 'It’s okay, you’ll love me eventually'
they have an even lesser chance to survive the cataclysm than wirecoat bc they are so loud and annoying together😭
they are actually not as toxic as you might think. It all started when Timofey found himself the perfect victim: Fairyteller didn’t know how to say no to him and just let him do whatever he wanted. And then the real battle began: who would fix\ruin who. Timofey is not in his best state during the game. To get discharged from the psych ward, you gotta reach remission. And keep taking your meds. Which he obviously stopped doing. Plus all the stress from cataclysm and boom there you go. I think hes pretty decent when treated. ps: people usually draw timofey with sh scars on his arms and shoulders but i think his scars would be on his palms since its the easiest part to scratch when you're in straitjacket
and what if visitor scenarios Spoiler: they all bad