malevolentrose:
fabricated-man:
elusiverose:
garryisdead:
ib-confessions:
Anonymous
I really hate it when Garry’s portrayed smoking. There’s no way he can have such beautiful skin if it’s pumped full of nicotine. Besides, he’s too fabulous for such an ugly act.
no one’s too “fabulous” to smoke jfc its an addiction/habit
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Smoking isn’t just an ‘ugly’ act.
((Skin may be affected by smoking, but it differs in people, as well as the length of time smoking and how often one smokes.
There’s evidence in the game to support the habit; his carrying of a lighter, of course. But beyond that there’s the candy (as smokers trying to quit often use candies to stave off the need) and his out-of-character ‘childish’ outbursts (for if he is trying to give up smoking, then that can be attributed to nicotine withdrawal.
Everyone can be affected by an addiction, no matter what. There’s nothing ugly about smoking, and, in fact, some time periods found it to be glamorous more than anything else, despite health complications. The only ugly thing about smoking is if you’re irresponsible about it.))
{ Confirming the candy argument, thenagainiwastheonewhotoldgirlyinthefirstplace
My dad being a smoker, when he tries to quit (and jfc is it not easy, it’s been over 9 years now since he started trying) we buy him lots of candy, specifically jolly ranchers, lollipops, etc. as hard candies can really satisfy smoking cravings. Especially if you keep a stash with you at all times, instead of smoking a piece of candy can instead dilute that need and distract you from the urge.
I think picking lemon flavor specifically could also be just another aiding sign, though this one is more opinionated than factual, since lemon flavor is rather sour. I’ve always found sour flavors to be more.. distracting towards your cravings rather than others, as the sour taste doesn’t blend well with many other flavors.
I looked around for an article about hard candies and smoking, and happened to find this. To best quote it: “The trick works when the candy is sucked on, not quickly chewed and swallowed. It’s a lingering satisfaction, not instantaneous. A cigarette lasts for a few minutes. So does a piece of candy.”
tl;dr I believe the evidence in the game heavily implies Garry to be a smoker, but nobody is stopping you from your headcanons. But, really? Too fabulous?
Oh, before I forget. Think about what Garry says when he gives Ib the candy. I’ll let you figure that one out on your own. }
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laconicpresence:
fabricated-man:
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childofscarlet:
She can feel him move. She can feel him shake. She can hear his ragged breath as she brings himself closer to her, calloused thumbs gently rubbing in her lips as the other quietly attempts to calm her down. And that was exactly the reaction that the brunette gave, eyelids drooping down to a half lidded blank stare, the child’s trembling slowly, but surely, becoming less frequent as her hyperventilating finally ceases, replaced with a short, breathy sigh both inwards and outwards. Fingers slipping out of their tight grasp around the other’s clothing, they raise back up to her face, gently pushing the other’s hands off of herself.
She had caused the other to become upset, in some way or another. It didn’t take sight to see what was wrong, as she could notice it as clear as day at the moment. This person… was sad? Lamenting? Surprised at her appearance? Unfortunately, she could only figure out so much with her the impediment that threw her perception off so badly. A blink, and then another blink, as eyes, useless things that they were right now, widened in shock at the other’s words.
I’ll help you.
The response that she had so /desperately/ wished to hear. So… So he didn’t hate her? She hadn’t done anything wrong this time around? Oh, what a relieving thought! It would have killed the child inside if she was causing the man (she could finally determine that now! It had taken quite a while though) pain just by being there. The words flowed into her ears like the a sweet melody, and, for a moment, had you been looking, you might have seen abyssal red hues flicker with warmth for a split second, before settling back into their usual lackluster crimson. And, for once in her life…
She smiled.
“ Thank you. “
“ Thank you so much. “
The next few moments are spent in silence, an awkward pause having filled up the room and drowning out any attempt from either of them to speak. What else could she say, really? Hugging him was out of the question (she had already gone into his personal space for far too long), and the brunette really didn’t have anything else to say. So she waits, and waits, and waits…. Finally, having grown tired of waiting, the brunette begins to rise, legs carrying her upwards to stand. She stumbles a bit, wobbles about just a tad more, but finally sets herself into a stable position.
And then she extends a hand toward the person still on the floor.
” We…can’t just stay here forever, mister. “
The child seemed to have calmed down with his caresses, and her breathing becomes steadier. She looked like a kitten being soothed on his lap, and for a moment the tears and the rage was forgotten, filled in with a desire for more warmth, for closeness; this was simply not enough. He's been too cold for far too long, why does it matter if she couldn't see, or couldn't remember? He would have pulled her closer, then, the insanity quelled; the red paint on the wall melted away into white, the letters reforming, now to say, O H, H O W I M I S S E D Y O U. He would have held her…
...but she pushed his hands away. He woke up from his daze with a harsh snap.
He was not lamenting. He certainly did not feel sorrow, or anything for that matter. He is hollow. He knew it all too well. What little emotion was left in him was simply an echo of what he was, a remnant of the past which struggled to break into the surface of his fabrication, nothing more. Desperately, he clung to that thought. He closed his eyes and tried to picture it again, how her neck could break in his hands, how easily her chest could crush under his palms, how effortless it would be to render her thin legs useless underneath her, making her unable to walk again. Wouldn't that be funny, now, seeing her drag herself on the floor just to be able to move, like the painted ladies he despised so much? And he would now despise them all the same. Every single thing in this gallery. Every single one. The harbingers of his death, the root of his unrest.
E V E R Y T H I N G S H O U L D J U S T D I S A P P E A R
The Ladies laughed at his expense, throwing banters and mocking cheers at him as the walls bled, the paint dribbled endlessly from the black walls.
H A T E
I H A T E Y O U
Y O U S H O U L D N ' T H A V E C O M E
She was so hopeful and naive, it almost disgusted him. Don't trust me, he wanted to yell at her, but he could only bite down on his lip. You fool, run away. Run away.
The walls were the silent witnesses.
T H I E F
I D O N ' T W A N T T O H U R T Y O U
L E A V E
N O L E A V I N G E V E R
His eyes were reddened with the things he was holding from her. It wouldn’t take much to push him off the brink, yet for a moment longer, he forced himself back into reality.
“…I suppose not.” His voice cracked. He lets in a shaky inhale. “Can you stand?” He offered, taking her hand into his again, eyes lowered. “Come. Follow me. I’ll show you the way out…”
L I A R, the dripping paint called him. L I A R, L I A R, L I A R.
malevolentrose sent:
I wonder if it'd be fair to say we're even now..?
A dejected sigh.
“…if that’s what you’d like to think, then yes.”
His answer was silence, and an almost defiant stare. He was right. He was right and he knows it. But how could he admit to it? It was too much…
“I did only what I had to do… right? I didn’t mean any harm… I didn’t mean to…”
…Kill her, he would have said. But he wasn’t guilty of murder, and he would not admit to a crime that he didn’t do. He lowers his eyes.
