In light of Dandy's World most recent controversy, I wondered what would happen to those who didn't want to assiociate with Dandy's World at all. What would happen to their ocs? Well look no further, I made something I think youll all enjoy.
Caster's Kitchen!
Its a project me and @mx--nightshade that hinges solely off the idea of a cooking based magic system
Here is where you can dump your ocs! Hell, make your own! I dont care!
But of course, we cant have a project without our OWN ocs!
Meet Theodore and Cyr, formerly known as Casper and Cerami
Tw/Cw: Ichor as blood, Gore, Body horror, Self image issues(?), etc (tell me if I should warn anything else!)
((the heavy gore/body horror section will be marked fully red so you may more easily skip it if you need to! :]>))
"What happened to me...? Hah, isn't that quite the story..." A dry, exhausted sounding chuckle followed the ghostly monarchs words, echoing from the expressionless man eerily even though his mouth didn't so much as twitch. "Well, if you truly wish to know, I will tell you... But I must warn that it's not a pleasant story... Though I doubt that'll stop you from wanting to hear it..."
. . .
It was early October, Soulvester had recently awoken from his nearly yearlong hibernation, and the three ghostly siblings had been called home by a wax sealed letter from their parents. Although the purpose was not explicitly stated, all three had a feeling of what they were being called for...
Gavin had heard the conversation, he knew he wasn't supposed to, but by some cursed luck or some horrible act of fate he had heard nonetheless. Even now he still remembered every word he'd heard that evening...
"–and you know me and your mother are getting older, as much as we love this kingdom we don't want to rule till the day we die..." Their father's voice was calm, but weary with age, he was holding Connie's hands in his own.
"Of course. I've known I was going to be queen since I was ten Dad. I'm ready." Connie was lying through her fangs, Gavin could hear it in her voice and she'd told him herself more than once. She never wanted to rule, she wanted to live as her own person, Gavin had heard her silently wish she wasn't royalty a thousand times...
What if she didn't have to be...? Obviously Soulvester couldn't become king, since he was a holiday toon... But what if, no, Connie would never willingly let Gavin take her place...
Suddenly an idea struck Gavin like a bolt of lightning, and he rushed quickly to the royal library, he already knew the exact book he was looking for. A worn, dark leather cover, with embossed lettering that was all but worn away, he flipped through the pages one by one, until it was long past the time most everyone in the castle was asleep.
And then he found it, an ancient rule, though it hadn't been used in centuries, it had never been formally gotten rid of... "By rite of royal blood, whoever's brow may bare the crown of kings may rule as one as long as he shall live." That was it! It didn't technically matter who was next in line, as long as you were of royal decent and wore the crown you could rule!
But there was a... Minor flaw with Gavin's little plan... His father almost NEVER took off his crown... Though, considering Connie was going to be crowned soon there was a chance...
Gavin zipped out of the library, leaving the book open on the desk, it didn't really matter if someone found it, if he was right it'd be too late anyways. He flew through the halls of the castle, going through walls that he knew like the backs of his own hands, until he finally got to a spiral staircase into the ground where he finally slowed down.
He slowly floated down the stairs into a dark, silent hallway, with an ornate wooden door at the end, he was thankful for his own glow at times like this. He carefully opened the door to find it, the coronation room. And in the very center of the room, on a stone pedestal, sat a crown of dark, tarnished silver that only made the gems on it look so bright they almost seemed to glow in Gavin's dim light.
It didn't look like his father's crown, but Gavin knew it supposedly shifted to fit whoever it's wearer was. Just as Gavin was about to enter the room and float over to the pedestal he noticed something. A ring of cleansed salt, nearly four inches thick across the floor with the salt going to the edge of the circular room. There oddly wasn't any break in the salt, even at the door the ring was fully sealed...
He knew the crown could cause the new monarch's powers to become unstable at first, but surely that much salt was just formality, right...? Out of curiosity, Gavin tried to feel the barrier formed by the salt ring, but much to his surprise he found himself able to reach over the line of salt with no resistance. Though when he tried to pull his arm back he found himself unable to, ah, it was a one way barrier, that explained why there was no break in the ring to go through by...
Well, his arm was already stuck, he may as well just go into the circle at this point... Someone would almost surely come and find him by morning anyways... Gavin took a deep breath before finally committing and entering the circle of salt, finding the path through the air he'd just entered through solid as stone the moment he was within the circle.
Gavin slowly floated towards the pedestal with the crown on it, slightly nervous but, oddly, drawn to the crown sitting before him. He slowly reached out, picking up the crown by the bottom rim, being careful of the sharp "teeth" that lined it. He slowly lifted it up and it was... Much lighter than he expected... As if it was floating on its own in his hands...
He could feel his hands shaking as he held the crown, anxiety creeping up the back of his throat like bile... Damnit! He wasn't going to chicken out of this, he wasn't going to let his stupid nerves stop him this time! He turned the crown in his hands and lifted it above his head, taking a deep breath and swallowing his fear.
Holding his breath and closing his eyes he slowly lowered the crown until it settled onto his head as if it fit him perfectly... Everything was... Fine. Gavin slowly let out the breath he'd been holding, opening his eyes and chuckling softly. "Ahaha... I guess I really didn't have anything to-"
⚠️WARNING GORE/BODY HORROR SECTION AHEAD SKIP IF NEEDED!⚠️
*CRUNCH*
The teeth on the crown had snapped down...
oh, oh.... That's why their parents had seemed so worried about Connie being ready...
For a few blissful moments Gavin was shockingly calm, and then, all at once, it hit him... "AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Gavin didn't even know how loud he had started screaming as everything came crashing in, the sharp teeth of the crown digging through his head and into his skull.
Suddenly his entire body was in agony, ichor from his forehead pouring down onto his face and into his eyes as he fell to the ground, his arms barely holding above the floor. He felt sharp ice crystals form in his lungs, ripping open the soft tissues in his throat as he sobbed and gasped for breath, causing him to helplessly cough up ichor.
It didn't take long before everything was a blur of agony and panic... Gavin felt his bones crack apart and regrow longer over and over, magic and ichor flooding his entire body and mind as his screams melted into snarls and roars. His head felt like it was splitting open and he could feel new bones forming in his back before they suddenly ripped out through the existing flesh and skin.
⚠️TORMENT NEXUS OVER YOU ARE SAFE NOW, ONLY FROM THE BLOOD THOUGH, UNFORTUNATELY!⚠️
And then finally, after who knows how many hours of thrashing and slamming himself against the barrier made by the salt, Gavin felt himself collapse to the floor, now curled up head to tail, with the barrier from the salt circle now snug around the outer edge of his body. He felt like he should question how the room suddenly felt so small, but Gavin was so exhausted that he couldn't stop himself from finally passing out.
...
Gavin woke up slowly, groaning from the splitting headache he had. He slowly propped himself up on his elbows, hissing at the ache that seemed to permeate his entire body. Why had he been sleeping on his stomach? Was this his bed, no, it was way too small, wasn't it...?
Gavin slowly opened his eyes to the dark room, finding that it was, in fact, his own room, though everything seemed... Smaller... Slowly sitting up Gavin couldn't help but shiver, the room felt like it was freezing cold... Looking around Gavin's eyes adjusted to the darkness almost instantly, though when his gaze fell to the full length mirror he had in his room, he deeply wished they hadn't...
That wasn't him, it couldn't be... The frame was too tall, the maw too sharp... Soon he was floating right in front of his mirror, and he didn't see himself... His face was still and emotionless, but when it tried to frown in distress he quickly hissed at the pain it caused, the freezing cold permeating from him had practically frozen his face into the expressionless look... It even hurt to fully open his eyes...
He took a long while to just look over himself and all the changes that had happened to his body. He had dark, sharp horns; he had a muzzle, with much sharper teeth and more prominent fangs; he had boney bat-like wings, and despite their large size they were set lower on his back, like an incubi's; his body temperature felt significantly lower, to the point it made him feel lethargic and stiff; and he felt more solid, he couldn't even float comfortably...
He also noticed quite a bit of ichor build up across his body; his hands, hair, eyes, and the end of his tail (which now sported a large tuft of fur) were all blackened in a way Gavin had a feeling would stain... Permanently... He was wearing a simple white shirt like his old one, though this one was much larger, with a hole in the lower back hastily cut open to accommodate his new wings... And instead of the crown he had placed upon his head he found five diamond shaped pieces floating around his head, almost like a "halo" of sorts framing his face along with his horns...
He felt... Vulnerable, very vulnerable... Despite his newfound size, despite his large claws and teeth, despite his form feeling more corporeal and solid, he felt soft and exposed... Of course his armor definitely wouldn't fit anymore, and possessing it with his new size would almost certainly be claustrophobic and uncomfortable at the very best...
He looked like a dragon... In a bad way... He looked like the kind of evil and horrible king any good hero would be sent to vanquish... Like a beast needing to be slayed... He could feel the temperature of the room dropping around him; great, his powers were affected by his emotions, that was just lovely...
King... Just thinking of the title he now held made Gavin feel sick... And that wasn't even going to be the only title he had, he needed a title name, something proper to be called in public... Thinking about all of the responsibilities he'd foolishly signed himself up for made the headache Gavin already had even worse.
"Damn it! Get yourself together Connie! Why would Gavin even do this, I know he knew a little about what the crown did, right? But he didn't know how bad it would be, god I can still remember the sound of him screaming, it must have hurt so much-" Suddenly Gavin could hear Connie's voice through the wall, but, no, that wasn't her voice, it was too clear through the wall, and Connie never talked aloud to herself... No... That was his older sister's internal monologue.
Before he could stop himself, or even really think about what to say, Gavin gave a simple "Come in." In a voice that was far too deep, far too monotone, far too cold to be his own... And yet it was... "What-!?" Connie's actual voice sounded, muffled slightly through the closed door. Without any more than a thought from Gavin the handle of the door turned until it clicked, and then the wooden door creaked open eerily to reveal the dark, freezing room, and the now King that hadn't even shifted his gaze from the mirror.
For a moment there was nothing but a cold silence between the two siblings... At least from Connie's perspective. Gavin could hear his sister's thoughts racing, loud, panicked, worried... Some even angry at him for doing something so stupid, which were fair. Gavin closed his eyes and he could feel the pieces of his crown pin down to his head at the overwhelming noise of Connie's thoughts.
Of course Connie was quick to notice the visible reaction, though she didn't know the cause. "Gavin.." Connie almost hesitated saying the name, but quickly shook her head and continued. "Gavin, are you ok?" Gavin nodded slightly, though in truth it was a lie, after a moment he spoke in return. "Your thoughts are.. very loud Connie..." His voice was cold, monotone, almost formal sounding, it still felt wrong...
"You can-? Can you.. can you not turn in off?" Connie almost yelped out. Her thoughts whirling before she forcefully tried to quite them, to some success. Gavin shook his head slightly, mentally wincing at the slight sting of the small movement... Once again Gavin's thoughts shifted back to his name, specifically the title name he needed to choose to be formally addressed by in public...
A name almost instantly popped into his head, threatening, ghostly, and typically associated with ice; Wraith... King Wraith Grimmdark... The name certainly matched his current look; though he'd certainly need a new outfit... Perhaps some armor in a more befitting style for his kingdom...
Lost in his own thoughts Gav-, Wraith, didn't even notice his sister coming up in front of him, floating up to be eye level with him. "You really ok..?" Both her thoughts and her voice echoed the same words, worry etched into her expression.
"... It hurts..." And before Connie could even ask her question of "what?" he responded. "Everything... The cold... It makes it hurt to move and it's uncomfortable to float..." The worry on Connie's face only intensified with her own thoughts, and she unceremoniously forced Wraith to lay back down on his bed, which he didn't particularly care to argue with in his state.
Once again before the question could leave Connie's mouth he answered softly before letting his eyes fall shut once again.
"King Wraith Grimmdark..." "... That's a good name... Sleep well, baby brother.. you have to still be exhausted after all that..."
And Wraith fell asleep, the room feeling a touch warmer than it had when he'd awoken with his older sister there sitting next to him...
im sorry... im so sorry... the reason I left was stupid, i spiraled over something so small and insignificant... i just wanted to feel better, i thought getting off the internet would feel better.. it hurts im tired i hated it im tired why am I even more tired than usual I feel stupid WHY CAN'T I JUST BE FUCKING NORMAL!? im going back to sleep.. m probably gonna delete this in the morning...
What's your opinion on the Dandys world drama? Other than that one drawing you made.
If we are going to get serious for a second here and actually talk about my honest opinion on what's been going on:
As it stands I'm under the belief that Qwel is an incompetent fool that either somehow is too stupid to understand why everyone is upset with her or is purposely acting dumb in hopes that the people calling her out are as dense as she seems to think they are. Her "legal professionals" that she claims to be in contact with better come out with the most irrefutable defense anyone has ever seen in their lives or else there is no coming back from this. (not that she hasn't already dug her reputation's grave with how long it took to give out that sob story she calls a response)
I've already stopped playing the game itself and moved on to other ways to keep myself entertained (Toons Universe welcome back). As for the characters I'm going the classic route of: Love the characters, HATE the person who made them. Truthfully most of the love I have for them is through the love I have for my own characters. I love Suitor and the rest of the gang. I love the stupid ships we've all made together. I'm not staying in this fandom because I love the game anymore. I'm staying because I love the creativity it's brought out in me and my friends. Whether it's our own interpretations of the characters as they are in base form or for au's.
Dandy's World may be the core but I think I'm happy with the rest of the world I've made using it.
Apologies if this is a bit scatterbrained. I figured I might as well get my honest thoughts about everything out while I have the chance here.
Do you have the Oc X Canon Kids drawn or no? I'm interested in what they look like if they are drawn
Not all of them have designs so it's really up for interpretation on those until further notice but some of them do! Some drawings made by me and others made by...well others! And are really old.
@mx--nightshade Sorry I must subject you to your old art but it must be done
Annnnd this is the only remnant I have left of the Cerami kids @r4nd0mr4ntsf0r2h0urstraight
i can't do secret hidden lore or leave things up to imagination because i like showing people things too much . i'm like check it out do you like my story here's every single thing that has ever happened in it . i'm too excited for tacit implications i like to show off my characters like someone shows off their pet kitty that they put a cute hat on
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