home of DANDY'S WORLD: INTRAVENOUS, a comic about urban exploration, lost media, and meaning after your meaning is gone.
requests are pretty much always open, along with any matter of chatter you might want to send my way. i dont bite!
if u want info on the requests stuff check the faq
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''f''aq below!
q: who runs this blog?
me
q: who's behind IV?
me and my friends milly, flick, mags and mime. :)
q: who do you main in the game itself???
used to main teagan, but i've been getting wayyy better with glisten and goob. my highest floor is like.. i think 26? been trying to improve as much as i can
q: who's your favs characterwise?
glisten, looey, teagan. been growing an unironic fondness for boxten ever since the click the boxten incident
q: are you cool with shipping requests?
im chill with p. much any shipping-related thing, as long as it's not involving any of the dogs, toodles, or between related characters like siblings/cousins. ew.
when it comes to my personal preferences, i'm a firm believer in fruitcake, reflectivedetective & shellyvision, but i'm not gonna refuse any requests tht contradict these lmao go nuts
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She finds herself suddenly atop a chair, one much too small for her. It feels brittle and plastic. She can't see much through the dark, only hardly making out sillhouetes. Strands of twine swing above the figure at the other end, who's face is nigh impossible to properly focus on.
The light clicks on. She squints.
A man sits on the other end of the table, a stern look in his eye. In front of him is a clipboard, visibly made of plastic textured to be wooden-looking at a glance. She can pick up hints of bitter coffee smell in the air through her mask.
'Your name?'
The bluntness takes her off-guard. The stranger rifles in his pocket, taking out a crayon, dilligently sharpened.
'Uh, Buzzy.'
'Hm?'
'It's Buzzy.'
He offers a bit of a blank stare back, before continuing.
'I, can't hear you through that mask. Could you take it off?'
She pauses for a moment, before stammering out a question in response.
'Uh, are you sure? Is, uh, is it safe? Could be tons of like, dust, or if any food's,..'
'It's safe. If it wasn't, I wouldn't live in here.'
She.. can't argue with that.
After a small stammer of protest, she sighed, and nervously pulled it off. The air was stagnant in here, maybe with the bare minimum of ventilation keeping it livable. The smell of old coffee and dust hits her almost immediatley, and she stifles back coughs. The fellow in front of her clears his throat.
'Now then.'
He inhales.
'Who sent you?! How'd you get in here? Are you with Gardenview staff? Did you see any Twisteds here. What happened to Delilah?! To ANY of the Mains?! Is the way out still here?! WH-'
A barrage of questions flung directly at her right after unmasking, all of them only half-sensical at best. The shouting, the stifling air, the claustrophobia.
'Stop! I'm sorry, I'll-'
She curls in on herself reflexivley. If she doesn't move, doesn't react, stays ready, it'll all blow over and-
..and it all stops. Hazarding to open her eyes, she sees the man in front of her taken aback. Concerned. Pitying.
He sighs.
'..alright. I'm sorry. I got carried away. We'll start over.
My name's Rodger. As Gardenview's detective, I'd like to ask you a.. a few questions. You're not in trouble.'
She eases up slightly, before nodding. Fidgeting with her hands as the conversation starts.
'How'd you.. enter here? Was there a door?'
'Uh..'
She squints, averting her eyes. 'There was, uh, a gap in the wall in a ditch a bit away from, the, the main building?'
'Hm. Why?'
'Tryna find episodes, and like, merch, of uh, Dandy's World. The cartoon.'
He, Rodger, pauses, looking up from the clipboard.
'Find..?'
'Yeah. Bunch of lost ones. Museum doubled as uh, where it was made, right?'
'..Right. Is this for.. archival purposes? Are you with the former staff?'
She pauses. No, the rumors were probably all hot air. Probably no-one on the former team with any kinda stock in the search. Apparently, they were under a bunch of NDA's too, so, getting anything from them was getting blood from a stone.
'Nah, no staff, just uh.. just people who miss the show. With them. Uh, not, not really. On my own. For them. On their behalf. Yeah?'
'Mhm.'
Another burst of writing.
'What do you know about To-'
The question was interrupted by crackling static, before a voice squawked through a walkie-talkie perched on a nearby table.
'Hey, Rodger! I, um, got Tisha's stuff ready! Just come over when you can, okay? Over!'
He sighs as he lurches from his seat, grabbing some manner of cylindrical capsules from a box behind him along with the walkie-talkie itself.
'Ill be right over, yes. You're on my floor? Over.'
'Yep! Same spot as usual.'
He pauses, a hint of a smile on his handle.
'Oh, oops! Over.'
'Heard. On the way. Over.'
He turns briefly towards Buzzy, his voice low and apologetic.
'I'll be back in a moment. Sorry about that.'
As he trots out the door, not bothering to close it over, her eyes rest on the opening.
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For how old the building is and for how long it's been abandoned, the halls and elevators are surprisingly clean, and the power hasn't flickered much at all. It's all so, so much to take in. How are they alive? Why? Were they like this the whole time? It would explain a LOT, but it also makes absolutely no sense.
Her, and the other three, stop in front of a door. S-something something, maybe a number. The sign's been haphazardly covered up by a name - Rodger. She knocks thrice on the door, a rat-ta-tat rythm.
'Papaa! I found something really neat! C'mere!'
A haggard-looking magnifying.. guy opens the door.
iv will probably keep happening this just happened
this is good news though because having more information on being an artist is awesome and the comic will probably look and read nicer i just wish formatting on tumblr wasnt a right haassle
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What would happen if the trinket/core used for toon creation was a corpse, or even still a living thing?
okay this sent me and the group im working wiht to write IV into a tizzy. holy shit this is a good question.
ichor is basically a weird, convoluted idea sponge, and consciousness is equally strange, and it takes a lot From consciosness, and stabilizes itself via repetition and referencing.
in the case of ichor latching onto a living non-ichor-based thing, such as a person, it'd basically start going into a reinforcement feedback loop due to the sheer Amount of Information and not really coagulate. but it still would.. cause some detrimental effects, if it happened to get into your system, especially your brain. you'd live.
but for non-living things however.. depends. if it's something like a plant, it might make some weird shit happen when it destabilizes and twists (a good few toons had perishables involved in their creation) and will probably end up biohazardous in that case. but, if you're trying to perform toonecromancy..? even with all the reference material in the world, a copy of a painting will never be exact. you can damn well try, but it won't be the same.
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The cheery ball staring up at the three begins excitedly greeting them, before being hurriedly interrupted.
"Pshhsshshushh-Oh, hi! TOodles-"
The unflattering, unsure cracking squeak from Boxten did nothing to quell the unstoppable force of an excited child seeing something new.
"That's a person, that's cool! Do they have a name?"
"It's Buzzy-"
They can barely get a word in.
"It's been a REALLY long time and I'm kinda confused. How'd they - actually, should investigate that later. C'mere, I KNOW one of you borrowed Spot and if he got hurt again, I'm gonna go have to ask...."
Toodles, as she now knows, began to walk off, with the three now all but forced to follow behind. There's a ridiculous chance of her running off and telling anyone who's willing to listen that there's a whole human in the complex, and there's hardly anywhere to hide.
"Buzzy, okay, uhm.." Boxten starts, in a low voice, nearly drowned out by the rambling eight-ball,
"just.. just try... kinda stay behind any cover you can find, okay? Maybe... maybe, no..
"Yeah, uh, I think that's not really a thing anymore. Ughhh, we're gonna have to explain all this, and nobody's gonna shut up about it.
Even with how loud Poppy had complained there, Toodles didn't seem to notice.
It felt like others did, though.
There's nothing worse than feeling watched while in a place as empty-feeling as this.
Even with the incessant chatter - maybe with the two others chiming in to keep her from saying anything too incriminating - the aimless walk of shame through surprisingly tidy hallways gave Buzzy a little moment to think again.
That's Toodles, from the show, particularly from Lights-Out Investigation. These two, Poppy & Boxten, are from a good few promotional pieces and episodes. The performer versions, the ones which were available for meet & greets. The ones that were the subject of many, many debates, centering around one, big question. Puppets? Hired performers? Animatronics?
