TheNameSnatcher

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Now, somehow, their entire mental health is based on the continued life and happiness of this fairground goldfish that they picked up.

Neither of you know the first thing about how to care for even a healthy fish. This fish has been poorly cared for, has multiple diseases and the person who handed it over explicitly didn't expect it to live nearly as long as it already has.

You're frantically googling how to set up a fish tank, where to buy fish food, can you even take a fish to the vet? Your partner wants you to know that they're happy they made it home and survived their horrific ordeal, but also that if anything happens to the fish then they're going to kill everyone on this planet and then themself.

You're honestly wondering if you're even helping the fish, or just prolonging its suffering, but your partner will only accept medical help for their many injuries or engage in basic self-care once they're confident that the fish is being looked after.

So you get a tank. You set up a filter and all that stuff. You learn way more than you ever wanted to know about water temperature and ph and nitrate levels. The fish is safe. You start to develop some affection for the little guy. Your partner begins to recover. The fish begins to recover.

Which is when you learn that in its 'healthy' state, the fish regularly refuses to sleep when tired, keeps begging for food that is obviously unhealthy for it (and struggling to eat the food that you do provide because “it tastes gross”), and continually tries to persuade your partner to take it out of its nice safe tank so it can go explore the wonderful world of Outside, where the slightest mishap will kill it instantly.

his name is Robin Clark and his curse is that whatever his hands touch “unravels”.

so for example fabrics fall apart at the seams, wood peels away in curls, rocks crumble into sand, etc. There are certain materials this doesn’t affect for whatever reason, like leather and certain plastics. because of this, he wears leather gloves at all times.

The way he got his curse was unfortunately, at school, in his PE class. At first he noticed his shirt was wearing out, but he assumed that that was because it was old and brushed it off. But then a classmate was gossiping about him and his younger sister (Her name is Rosie) and he gets upset, and eventually it escalates and he tries to grab their arm to push them. But then as soon as he touches them, their skin and blood starts to slowly come apart in ribbons, leaving them with only the skeleton. It isn’t exactly a painful process for them (bc magic), but it is strange and obviously scary so both children are traumatised. The effect stops just short of their elbow. Strangely enough, their hand still works normally, even though only the bones are left. So skeleton arm now i guess.

You know now i think about it, i wouldnt be surprised if they became a st churnleys student too after all that…

ANYWAY while he is at St Churnleys, he learns more about the curse and he realises he can create too. He can manipulate his “unravelings” to whatever shape he chooses. And basically if he’s creative enough, he’s kind of overpowered. BUT i think that those kinds of things he would only get good at by like, 3rd or 4th year.

not really about the character but his curse was inspired by a combination of Iris Black from countdown to countdown and the first book of Kingfisher please guys theyre such good webcomics i cannot stress how good they are you can find them at ctccomic.com and tapas respectively- and idk i think what i came up with is pretty cool.

Robin’s very destructive curse leads him to becoming more closed off to others but he’s also generally a very extroverted person, so this results in him getting along with everyone but nobody really getting the chance to know him. He’s loud he’s chaotic he’s a prankster and he’s trying so hard to hide his hurt.

It's a slow withering. Painless even. Incremental enough to go unnoticed until it's too late. Until the person is gone and only the body remains.

And they zombies themselves, they're just, empty. All the mind, self, soul drained out of them, going through the motions of the person's day to day life on pure muscle memory. Not even aware enough to actually maintain the flesh. Not alive enough for it to matter when their bodies turn necrotic, decaying. Continuing that same routine even as they slowly fall apart.

Conspiracy, cover-ups, the wealthy elite hiding themselves in sterile bunkers while trying to keep the public unaware, then uncaring. Life as usual for the majority. Anything to keep the business going. After all, the zombies make for very productive workers.

The cashier at your grocery store is a zombie now. Likely has been for a while now, if you think about it. Empty eyes and hollow smile. She says hello, asks how you are, responds in kind. Same old script. You just didn't notice until the flesh starts sloughing off her bones.

It's sad, you don't even know her name, but you still need these groceries. Life goes on and you gotta eat. You only hesitate a moment to hand her the money and only a moment more to accept the change.

You go home and scrub your hands raw, praying to avoid infection.

You don't know you're already infected. Have been for a while now. You just didn't notice. It's all the same old routines.

Life goes on.

Cashiers and garbage collectors and mail couriers. Plumbers, electricians, and carpenters. Businessmen and politicians. Law enforcement and lawyers. One day your doctor loses a finger mid appointment and doesn't notice. You almost didn't notice either.

Neighborhoods, then towns, then cities, counties, states, regions, countries, continents. Everywhere.

At some point even the wealthy elite had succumbed. Turns out even sterile bunkers need cleaning services and food deliveries.

Life is gone.

But days go on.

Here's me trying to interpret how Danny's hazmat suit would look like if it were more realistic, based on my experience with biohazard PPE.

Decided to draw the stewards now that I drew the portraits of the 4BB.

I made Lock stock and two smoking fireballs fanart!

I really loved the twilight twins so obviously I had to draw them! I hope you like them

The gang is here!!

I don't even want to talk about how long this took me to draw and I also don't want to talk about the fact that half of that time was just Carlos.