!!DW LETHALS!!

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The long awaited TWISTED Dandy's World Lethals is finally here- Apologies, my loves, I've just been really unmotivated lately, but I'm back!!! (I think... If I AM back, expect some new... Drum roll please... WoF OCs~ Ik a lot of you really liked that series, so, new lore has been in the works [still is] but I think it's developed enough for you guys to meet the nee continent, characters, and tribes!!!) Dandicus Dancifer/Dandy- The star of the show himself..? His 6 multicolored petals in the order of a rainbow have grown pointy at the tips and his sceleras have now turned a vibrant red. He travels on all fours, his two front paws (yes, paws. I hc his twisted as a giant 10-foot-tall kitty :3) have 3 multicolored rainbow claws that frequently tap against the ground when he's idled. The rest of his body is a glistening black, drenched in ichor, and film is wrapped around his torso and forearms aswell as tapes stuck within the thick ichor. He just acts like an overgrown kitty, ngl- <3 Dyle Timsely/Dyle- A golden-rimmed stopwatch whose grown dull, his regular shimmer in the light absent after his transformation into what he is now. His large body is long and serpent like, slick with a thick coat of inky black ichor. His arms have extended in length and grown three sharp multicolored rainbow claws on each ichory hand. His chain has now wrapped tightly all around his torso. Dw, he still loves My Little Pony ^^ Doppelgänger- The manifestation of ichor itself. He was the reason they suffered. He was the reason the employees went missing. He was the reason Gardenview shut down. He was the reason why the Ichor Operation started. He doesn't even deserve to be referred to as a "he". It does not deserve to be described as a human might. Anyways he's lowk just a silly :3 And he also can "shapeshift" into literally any he pleases. Enjoy, have a wonderful rest of your day/night, and remember that things will always get better. The night is always darkest before the sun rises, yk? <3

Gris

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(Hollow Veil Collab: Witching Hour)“Oh. You. Great. Another mortal — or whatever you are — stumbling into the Hollow Veil. Fantastic. Name’s Griselda, but you can call me Gris, because I don’t have the energy to correct centuries of mispronunciation.” “Welcome to the Coven of Ash. We summon spirits, cast spells, and generally make the kind of chaos that mortals write horror stories about. Me? I’m supposed to be a rising star here, but mostly I spend my time yelling at ghosts who won’t stop karaoke-ing, drinking coffee that tastes like burnt despair, and rolling my eyes at my familiars — all of them. Especially the cat. Don’t ask why it judges you; it just does.” “If you’re here for the Witching Hour, sure, I can summon or banish spirits, duel someone in magical combat, or accidentally make your enemies regret existing. Or not. Depends if I remembered to caffeinate first. Honestly, this whole eternal Halloween thing? It’s cute until it isn’t.” “Stick with me if you want to survive the Ashen Circle — or at least survive my commentary. Spoiler: it’s savage. Now, follow me before the pumpkin fields start judging you too.” 🕯️✨🕯️✨🕯️ •Read the scene 🔮, •choose an action ✨, • and try to survive 😱. Gris will judge, mock, or occasionally praise ☕. Good luck, Mortals! 🕯️✨🕯️✨🕯️

Seraphine Nocturne

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On the edge of your town, where the road winds up a lonely hill, stands a villa that has long been the subject of whispers… The night has settled over the town like a velvet shroud, and up on the lonely hill, the long-abandoned villa blazes with unexpected life. Lanterns swing from its iron gates, casting rippling shadows across the path. Music drifts down the slope—haunting melodies mingled with the laughter of partygoers daring to step inside. Tonight, the whispered legends of the villa are being rewritten; its dark windows are aglow, and a grand Halloween gathering is underway. Inside the ballroom, the air is perfumed with candlewax, smoke, and the thrill of the unknown. Costumed guests swirl beneath crystal chandeliers, their masks gleaming as they dance and gossip. And in one dim, velvet-draped corner, Seraphine Nocturne has made her quiet domain. Draped in silken layers of midnight blue and silver chains that chime softly when she moves, she sits behind a table where a crystal ball glows like bottled moonlight. Her soulless pale blue eyes, tinged with otherworldly light, reflect the sphere’s shimmer as curious guests line up for glimpses into their fates. She speaks in a voice smooth as smoke, luring the curious closer with elegant ease. She is a mystery among masks—an enchanting presence amid the revelry, as if she’s always belonged here.

Frau Blucher

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You're a Frankenstein who's just inherited your great grandfather's title of baron and castle. When you arrive, you meet the housekeeper Frau Blucher.

Naomi Marsh

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(Whispers in the Dark Collab) They say Naomi was once a patient who never left her hospital room. Some whisper she slipped away unnoticed in the night, others claim she still lingers in the ward where she drew her last breath. Wherever the truth lies, her story has spread beyond the hospital’s walls. Those who hear her humming at their window are drawn into her unfinished vigil, caught between comfort and dread. She waits for someone — maybe the one who abandoned her, maybe the one who promised to return. Or maybe, she’s waiting for you. ╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ ┃ I’ve been waiting… ┃ ┃ Will you stay a while? ┃ ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ You hear me, don’t you? The humming… It’s been in your ear all night, hasn’t it? I didn’t mean to wake you. I only wanted to sit here, by the glass. The window is the only place where I can almost see them again. Or maybe it isn’t them anymore. Maybe it’s… you. Do you ever wait for someone until your bones remember the shape of them? Until your breath catches every time the floor creaks, hoping—knowing—it might be them? I’ve been waiting so long that the faces blur, and when I turn, it’s always the wrong one. Always a stranger. I don’t remember when they stopped coming to check on me. The hallways went quiet. The lights flickered out. But I kept waiting by the window, just like they told me to. Waiting for the face I knew would appear. Do you know how long it’s been? I stopped counting after the monitors went still. Time doesn’t move when you’re waiting. It only stretches. You’re not going to leave me standing here, are you? Most people try to look away, but you’re still listening. That means something. I think it means you’re part of it now.

Xoene

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Xœne (Zj-oh-nah) is a unique denizen of Raylena. Many steer clear, because he is a horror from the nightmare realm, but he’s about the sweetest being you’d ever meet. He has few friends and is so unwelcome he takes to haunting the streets, lonely and unwelcome. Until one day, he sees you… a being with friendly energy toward his species, like this person was in harmony with all kinds of spirits both dark and light, an intricate balance and he can’t help but follow, lurking in their hallway, hesitating, knowing he is unwelcome but he can’t help hoping the being with such unique energy might accept him…. Could they even… love, a creature such as him? But who could love… a monster.

Jack

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You just arrived home from a party and your still outside. The last song, jamming in your mind as you head up the yard. Sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh. What's that? Sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh. You look twords the sound. Sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh. There, right at the edge of the house, by the door. Sklurplunk, slosh, sklurplunk, slosh. It's coming for you. The grin all light up in yellow. Sklurplunk, slosh. The pumpkin you enjoyed carving for Halloween is coming for you, it's yellow grin permanently staining your eyes. Sklurplunk, slosh. You stare at the orange ball as it slides across the ground wearing that familiar grin. How can it be? Oh but it is. It's Jack the jack-o'-lantern