I don’t trust Corvus. Don’t come at me but he gives me the EXACT same vibes Tamsy does. It’s like he’s in on it or something, and the tattoo on the back of his head HAS to mean something. I feel like he knows way more than he lets on, like WAY more, he has to be hiding something. He’s so calm and it lowkey kinda creeps me out, JUST LIKE TAMSY. I have a feeling the eye on the back of his head is gonna play a large ass role in the future of Gachiakuta like what if he’s watching over the entirety of the ground, like what if that’s the reason there’s eyes all over the ground? And he’s usually paired with birds, and you know what birds are usually called “watchful eyes” and is heavily symbolized as surveillance. And to go back to the eye on the back of his head, there are multiple imagines of it moving.
The last one is overly suspicious for me bc why was it MOVING and then when someone came in it went back to normal, something really fucking off with that and it’s creeping me out. Like it’s “seeing” something. Maybe it’s like clairvoyance or something on that lines because that’s the vibes it giving me. It’s like a third eye.
And the Cleaners know little to nothing about Corvus. They can’t even say what his favorite thing is, because they don’t even know. This is showing he’s incredibly secretive about his personal life. I think he knows something about the sphere, like a lot more than people think. Maybe he’s even been there but that might be a stretch. Like I said I think he may be like Tamsy.
I just find him incredibly sketchy but don’t get me wrong, I find his character super fucking interesting and if I knew more about him he would definitely be in my top three favorite characters in all of Gachiakuta.
Two of my faves 🥰 TW for suicide mentions (It's the Puppeteer ya know.)
Old married couple despite not being old nor married.
Helen just wants to sit in silence in their room and focus on whatever project they're working on... Jonathan wants to loom ominously in the corner of said room and interject with pointless commentary.
They alternate between the two options, some days Helen even lets Jonathan lay on them while their paint and he yaps.
They met because Jonathan was drawn to Helen's misery. Romantic, I know. He was planning to do his usual routine of manipulating his victim into suicide then feeding on their sadness... But he grossly miscalculated how easy it would be.
"No one loves you."
"Okay."
"...You should join me."
"...No?" 😐
"What do you mean 'no'?"
"I have things to do."
"Well... If you kill yourself then you'll never have responsibility again. Doesn't that sound good?"
"Can I finish my painting first, or...?"
"I guess- Holy shit, you painted that?"
Yeah, he didn't end up killing them. He sat next to them for like four hours asking questions about their painting technique and where all the blood came from. In fact, he actually helped them recover from their self-harm addiction, and they helped him work through a LOT of unresolved trauma surrounding his death... And they helped him untangle a load of strings that he'd been dragging around too.
Jonathan brings home paint sometimes (both regular and the blood kind) after he's finished 'work' for the day. Mostly when he thinks Helen is mad at him, it brings him back into their good books.
They match each others freak to a degree that is a threat to the general public.
"I want to know what colour out blood makes mixed together."
"Fuck yeah, baby."
Helen has four sketchbooks dedicated to Jonathan because he doesn't show up on a normal camera. He just looks like a giant, scary blob of shadows. They edit him into 'family' photos.
They're both equally in love but Jonathan is the only one to voice it out loud. Helen is quiet in their affection, same as they are in everything they do. Complete opposite ends of the introvert and extrovert spectrum.
These aren't great but I'm writing them on my phone because I'm fighting with my wifi rn so forgive me! Thanks for the ask!
Toby photobash! He didn't come out exactly how I wanted him ( he looks a little young for my AU) but whatever, we roll with the punches. Also shout out to the random pinterest girl I stole to be in Lyra's polaroid