(I recently learned it’s a pillar of queer and alt/punk culture so I thought I’d ask)
“Sure!” Patchy says. “I used to watch it sometimes back when I was a kid — but I didn’t know about it being a pillar of punk culture! That’s quite neat…”
Orgon has heard things about it from Patchy, but doesn’t consume it in any form. He doesn’t watch television in general.
Clay nods enthusiastically. “Dude, I used to collect the comics,” they say. “Pretty sure they’re still in a box in my room somewhere.”
Pith shakes her head. “Never really got into it, apart from Clay showing me their comic collection. I should check it out though… I think I’d really like it.”
“Never heard of it,” Poly huffs. “Am I supposed to care?”
“I can’t say that I do,” Cal says. “I heard about it when it came out, but never really had time to look into it. If it really is a staple of queer culture, then you’ve caught my attention…”
Recently I got a hyperfixation on Glass Animals’s older music and listened to Psylla a total of over 100 times while making an animatic of Parabalis AND ITS SEQUEL to almost completely nonsensical lyrics in a new drawing style. So here.
There are mild spoilers for Parabalis and lil spoilers about its sequel, Harvorshire.
TWs are in the video
Honestly I’m proud of myself for the fact that I even made an animatic upwards one minute long. I don’t draw at all and the fact that I made all of this without reference and also in a new banger style I’m fucking with brings me great joy.
There was the faint sound of struggling, a grumble coming from some far away corner. The sound was coming from an area that was visibly bugging and glitching out, the glimpses of a man trying to either come into their reality, or attempt to not come in.
This said struggle goes on for a while, the sounds growing increasingly more frantic before a hat suddenly appeared in the glitching corner. It lied still, before eventually, a... New face appeared. Well, a new lack of face.
A pained grumble escapes the man before they slowly stands, his movements jerky and almost forced as they tried to lean on anything nearby. Their limbs were glitching in and out from blocks to something human, before eventually stilling at the human-esque limbs.
'O-Oh, dear that.. was not the best travel I've had...' They say, their voice strained with the certain struggle. He turns his head towards the group of... Six? Five? Their vision is blurry. 'Hello? I- I can't tell where I am... The name isn't coming to me, and I don't... feel like I belong here. I feel too similar to what I were o-originally...' He says, reaching down for his hat and shakily putting it on. They lean in for a moment, trying to focus onto the group.
//HOPEFULLY THIS,, ISNT TOO LONG OF AN ASK,, ive been thinking about thiz for a while and i thought it be cool,,?? you don have to answer it, no worries!! <:3
Patchy is the first to greet the newcomer, bright eyes wide as she dashes over to him. "Oh my goodness, are you alright?" she exclaimed, moving within arms length of the stranger but not yet touching him in case he didn't want that.
Orgon turns to Cal skeptically, tilting his head and causing the younger man to scoff. "What?" he chuckles. "I don't know anything about this - how could I?" His easy smile remains steady as he, too, moves over to the stranger. "Is everything okay there, buddy?"
Pith stares at where the stranger had appeared, slowly turning her head to Clay. "I'm- I'm not seeing things, am I?"
Clay shakes their head. "Nah. That's real. That's a real thing. There's a planet. Standing right in front of us. Holy shit."
Poly simply stares, standing behind Clay and Pith like the coward he was, muttering to himself. "Holy shit... holy fucking shit, what the fucking fuck is that-"
//NO THIS IS AMAZING HOLY SHIT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!!!!!!
INCLUDES: Cal, Dr. Nick Orgon
CWs: Nonconsensual kiss, nonconsensual touching, manipulation/guilt tripping, physical violence
“Before I leave you,” Cal said, voice low and languid as he took a small step closer to Orgon. He was already within a few feet of the smaller man, and the proximity caused a tremor to run down the backs of both, one with anticipation and one with loosely contained fear. “May I have a kiss goodbye, mon amour?”
His fingers curled around the side of Orgon’s waist, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he tugged him forward; this faded ever so slightly as Orgon did not comply, stepping back towards the wall behind him.
“No.”
Cal simply raised an eyebrow at the word, as if he did not quite understand it. “No?” he repeated, the hand at Orgon’s waist remaining firm as he followed his movements, driving him backward. “Your heart has indeed hardened, then… but is it not your purpose, now, to please your savior with the life that he has given you? A small offering to me is all I ask, so I will ask again; I would simply like a kiss goodbye.”
Puffs of warm breath on Orgon’s face made his skin crawl as Cal moved forward. Once again, he drew backward, turning his face away with disgust as he wrenched himself from the hand that gripped with no remorse. “No-”
The sudden movement had pressed Orgon into a wall, trapping him precisely where Cal wanted him. His other hand reached up, gripping onto Orgon’s chin before he could turn away again and tilting his head up to face him with sickening gentleness. Forced to meet Cal’s gaze, Orgon’s breathing quickened as his muscles tensed at the sight of the other shifting closer.
“Une telle résistance, mon petit agneau...” Cal purred, his free hand finding Orgon’s waist again and partially slipping beneath his shirt, rough and calloused fingers rubbing at the skin there; Orgon shuddered, unable to help himself. “You’re pleasing me. Is that not what you live to do now?”
He stepped forward, face flushed and lips slightly parted as his fingers prodded, squeezed, digging into either side of Orgon’s face and forcing his jaw open a little. Every motion he made was gentle, loving, as if both of them wanted this.
“Give in.” It was a command, a plea, a prayer that Orgon could not afford to ignore.
He forced himself not to turn away again as Cal brought his mouth to his own, a soft, pleased hum leaving him at the taste. Orgon was unable to keep away the thought that death would have been preferable to this fate at the intrusion, the violating feeling of Cal’s fingers prying his jaw open a little further so he could force his tongue inside. His skin crawled at the overwhelming heat, at the feeling of Cal’s stubble scratching at his face and his hand gripping and pulling and tracing along his ribs under his shirt; Christ, he couldn’t breathe. It was only when the kiss went on for a moment too long, and Cal slipped his knee between Orgon’s legs to press up against him with a smug chuckle into his mouth, that he pushed him back, unable to stand another second of what was happening.
His actions were met with a swift, harsh slap to the face that made him stumble ever so slightly. Cal softly tsked, watching Orgon slowly look back up at him, chest rising and falling quickly as he panted for breath.
“How defiant…” he murmured, reaching up and gently rubbing at the skin that he had struck. “How curious it is, that you, who clings to life so desperately, fights against the will of that which gave you life with that same desperation. A peculiar juxtaposition indeed, mon amour… but remember what I have said. And be careful when toying with these filaments of trust I still have in you. They have worn quite thin as of late.”
With a final, lingering caress, Cal turned away. Even as he left, Orgon could still taste him, could still feel him lingering on his skin. No distance between the two could ever purify him.
Hiii!!! I'm the mod of @the-demonic-people and I just want to say that your blog is so cool! I just wanna know, what's the plot of the blog and the story? I haven't properly checked the entire thing yet. Anyways, hope u have a nice day ^^
THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOODNESS
I should probably write down the plot, all I’ve done was give cryptic hints at it because I’m stuck in the purgatory of wanting to infodump everything but not wanting to spoil anything.
TWs: Implied forced relationship, manipulation, death (lots of it), cults and religious imagery, mentions of parental and domestic abuse, phobias, mental and physical disorders
So buckle up, ladies, gentlemen, neithers, boths, and in-betweens, for I present:
The Plot (TM)
It’s Patchy Skelter’s 18th birthday!!! This is wonderful and amazing cuz she has an incredibly dangerous disorder that makes her unable to feel pain. She wasn’t supposed to live this long, but she did!! Yippee for her!!
Clay is her bestiewestie. They get bullied by Poly, who is a dick. However, it’s not about that right now. Patchy has a birthday. Their life is wonderful. They go to a cool little venue in a restaurant/bar and play music with their band. Patchy is there. All is well in the world.
Patchy’s two father figures are there too — Orgon and Cal. They used to be gay. But they currently are gay?? Wowzers they’re working things out probably!! Patchy ships them because we love old man yaoi (is it still considered old man yaoi if they’re in their 40s). People also ship Patchy and Pith, the singer in Clay’s band, because we also love lesbians here.
Clay third wheels both Orgon and Cal as well as Patchy and Pith. They are sad about this.
Woah why is Orgon looking at Clay and Pith in a sussy way. It’s like he knows something strange but that couldn’t be. Eh it’s probably nothing. He hasn’t exactly been the same since a traumatizing car accident that happened two years ago on December 22, 2004.
Woah this is being described in detail!! Is it a major plot point???? (yes)
The next day, Clay sees Poly beat up. Insert concern because Poly’s mum is a notorious douchebag. Poly beats Clay up for caring about him, as one does.
Clay, still worried about Poly because they’re a good person, follows him home. Poly does a bit of a shouty shouty and it’s somewhat angsty. Suddenly Clay gets stabbed. By a needle. With a sedative. Held by Orgon.
Poly, appropriately, is like ‘what in the fuck I hated them but I didn’t want this to happen???’ So they try to call Pith (who they formerly had a shitty relationship with). She doesn’t answer. They go to Patchy who accuses them of attacking Clay and Pith. For once Poly had done nothing, and he leaves sadly.
Meanwhile Clay wakes up in a basement. So does Pith!!!! This is frightening. Pith undergoes panic attack so Clay tries to comfort her. Wait why the fuck is their hand glowing. Could this be MAGIC???? It’s like they’re SIPHONING IT FROM PITH??? WHAT???? Orgon looks pleased with himself. What is he plotting oh my stars.
Meanwhile, Patchy’s stressed over this. She calls up her father figures because Pith’s not answering and she’s really worried. Cal acts relatively normal. Orgon does not. Patchy begins to suspect something but it couldn’t be!! It’s not like her father figures were bad, right????
SUDDENLY PITH PICKS UP. Thank god. She sounds really traumatized so Patchy invites her over. They bond over Patchy’s love of crafts and talk about Poly. It’s revealed that Poly has NPD and has severe issues which is why he acts the way he does. He also worsened Pith’s schizophrenia during their relationship and ended up making her not take her medication anymore.
Pith wants to stay over but hOLY SHIT THERE’S ONLY ONE BED. The two sleep in it. It’s wholesome as fuck. Until Pith gets a nightmare. During the comfort, she opens up to Patchy about the main route of her problems — The Event (TM).
The Event (TM) reveals that Pith used to be a ghost hunter who was fascinated by the paranormal. She was walking through the woods when she heard a strange crash. Then she continued forward and stumbled upon a CULT??? In the sleepy town of Parabalis???? More likely than you think :D
Guess when this Event (TM) took place!!! (Hint: it’s December 22, 2004, aka the same date Orgon had his car accident.) Patchy freaks out at the same-date thing. Shit’s going down.
Clay’s still trapped in Orgon’s basement, not doing so good. They’re contemplating the existence of magic and wonder what the fuck they have. And Pith has had to deal with it this whole time??? No wonder she’s traumatized
Suddenly they hear a conversation from upstairs!! Wait Orgon’s actually SPEAKING??? He sounds like he’s being forced to. Weird. Wait, is that other voice Cal, Patchy’s other father figure :0 They sound gay but not in a good way. A suspicious meeting that Orgon has to go to is mentioned and cults are also mentioned and Clay’s like WTF. This is news to them. Holy shit this is a lot to take in.
More not-so-good-or-consensual gayness happens and then Orgon returns and is visibly Not Well. Clay tries to talk to him about Cal and then Orgon threatens him and now Clay’s frightened!!! But so is Orgon. Huh.
Orgon leaves the weapon he threatened Clay with in a place where they can somehow get it because he’s traumatized and can’t think straight. Clay escapes and when Orgon returns they beat the ever loving shit out of Orgon cuz Orgon’s lowkey a weakling. They pin him down and suddenly there’s a light in his cold dead eyes. Wait that’s snow. What the fUCK-
So it’s revealed that the magic Clay took from Pith was the ability to see into others’ memories. Time to reveal Orgon’s trauma now with this ability!!!!
Clay sees Orgon’s terrible car wreck and watches him straight-up die in a horrific way. Trauma!! Suddenly, Orgon is no longer dead!!! He wakes up incredibly frightened in the middle of a cult, run by Cal. :0
Apparently Cal has magic too — the ability to tamper with life and death and reverse either of those things. Therefore he straight-up believes he’s Jesus Christ. Lots of religious symbolism happens. This delusional man tells Orgon that he owes him his life now, and the life of Patchy because without Orgon, Patchy would be dead.
Clay pulls back to reality and is like ‘holy shit so you’re not bad, you just wanna protect yourself and Patchy from Cal. damn you could have TOLD ME INSTEAD OF BEING CREEPY ABOUT IT’. Orgon’s shit at telling people valuable information, but now we know that Clay has the ability to yoink the powers of Cal to end his reign of terror once and for all.
Anyways Clay, Patchy, and Pith all reunite and talk about what happened. Patchy is skeptical about the existence of magic so Clay uses his spooky memory powers. She sees a really wholesome memory of herself and Orgon being daughter and father and she cries. Then they team up to save Orgon with the Power of Friendship!!!
They go to where the cult is. Cal arrives late and starts talking about ‘a Judas among us’ or something. Hehe among us. Anyways he reveals how he knows about Orgon’s little experiments with the magical children. This betrayal will lead to DEATH!!! Orgon, who had been forced to go, finally expresses fear for once. Ugh I love my sopping wet cat of a man so much SORRY ANYWAYS
The gang burst in like ‘NOOOOOO’. The other cult members flee and it’s symbolic cuz everyone abandoned Jesus too. Lots of religious imagery when Cal’s around. Anyways Cal whips out a fucking gun and threatens the gang. There’s a large kerfuffle but Cal gets the upper hand and is about to kill people when suddenly he’s like ‘wait where tf are my killing powers’. Clay has them!!! They kill Cal. Everything’s good.
WAIT NO IT’S NOT PATCHY GOT SHOT LMAO. Orgon displays even MORE emotion cuz she’s the only thing he’s living for. Patchy ends up fucking dying but now Clay has the powers of Cal, so they can bring her back. Everyone has trauma now. But they’re all alive so it’s not that bad.
Then the plot dissolves into details that make it possible for me to make several sequels. Those I don’t wanna reveal for 1. spoilers and 2. I don’t have sequel details laid out. But yeah everyone gets a happy ending!!!
