#the complex boisvert

[hh-and-hb-fan]

Fresh memes of the cooked one and boisvert

CMERE AND EAT YOUR SLOP PHEN SIMPS

[serentiysartblog12356]

I dont know if I showed my pixilart artwork But here's a pixilart drop

(SOMEONE'S OC DONT STEAL!!!)

[tireddovahkiin]

my tribute to _Boisvert

[0g-cr34tor]

Sorry not posting for a fucking awhile. I'm quite a stress here but yet I'm fucking okay. Here's some doodles I made on school

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Bye.

[blondbaddie69]

and then everybody kissed and lived happily ever after

[felixblueprint420]

listening to guerrilla by ateez

[swerve-kinnie]

Inktober 2023: “Wander”

Here’s something I did for Inktober :)! Yesterday’s prompt was “wander,” which made me think of “lost,” which made me thinking of being lost in a dreamcore/weirdcore world!! The character on the right is Complex from Boisvert on YouTube :).

[luff2]

BOISVERT TKL HCS PT 2!!

As promised here’s part 2 of Boisvert tickle hcs for all the Boisvert tkl community fans (maybe) out there. ENJOY.

COMPLEX 

LER

SUPER TEASY

Finds your spots all the time!!

Thinks his Lee’s laughter are adorable so he doesn’t stop tickling you for a while.

Tickled the shit outta Dogtooth while they were fighting (my au)

Does it a lot even with all of those hands.

Goes for the sides, belly, neck, or ribs.

He wouldn’t pin you down often since he’s somewhat gentle.

Will let you rest for a few minutes like 15-13

And especially laughs along with you!!

LEE

100% on the ticklish spectrum!!!

  Man cannot stand teases either!

  He’s super wiggly when tickled and his arms flail around so be careful not to get hit.

  His laugh is super bubbly and joyful!

His most ticklish spots are his sides, and palms of his hands.

LOVES IT and will never ask you to stop until he falls asleep.

  Doesn’t like getting pinned down much.

Likes to get hugged and tickled at the same time.

He’s also a worm :3

ANGEL

LER

Look at him. Look. LOOK. AT. HIM. 

  You cannot tell me that this fucker hasn’t tickled anyone EVER!?!?

  He looks like a fucking merciless ler.

  Absolute teaser and a master at tickling.

  Definitely has tickled Room once or twice!

  Will say things like “Oh~ is this a good spot?” or “Is the little human scared of being tickled~?” With a cheesy smirk.

  Pokes and prods at first but then starts to go faster until he’ll eventually start going crazy and tickle you all over.

  Goes for your most sensitive spots on your body.

Likes the sound of his lee’s laughter (he finds it entertaining)

(Add on: He also uses his hands to tickle the life outta you :3 )

LEE

Hmmm… possibly on a scale of 90%?.. nah nah… let’s go with 99%!

Screechy and squirmy when being tickled

He blocks himself with his hands or arms.

He’s super sensitive on his ribs and will immediately try pushing you away once you touch them.

Somewhat likes it but at some point he’ll change his mind again and again.

He barley can handle sneak attacks so he’ll have his eye on you while your near him.

Will scream and “cry out” once you get him pinned down.

He’ll beg and plead for mercy but he knows you won’t give a fuck.

A very bubbly and soft laugh.

COVENANT

LER

He looks like he’ll give you mercy??? Maybe??\?\

He’s very gentle and soft with his tickling and won’t do it hard.

Giggles along with you.

Will first cuddle or snuggle close to you in order to attack.

Loves hearing your laugh!

Blows raspberries on your neck a lot of times! (Even though he has no mouth and his head is made of paper)

Thinks your squirming is cute.

Likes to tease and hug you about your sensitivity.

Talks in a childish voice in order to make you more flustered.

LEE:

SUPER TICKLISH

  Isn’t fond of being tickled but still finds it enjoyable.

  He finds it very rare for him to be tickled or even laugh.

  He has super high pitched laugh and it sounds like a tea kettle.

  He usually can sense that a person is about to tickle him.

  Motherfucker will not stay still for a second and will squeal once you lay a finger on him.

  His stomach is the most sensitive, so are his armpits.

  He will run away once he hears a word that’s similar to “tickling” or mishears the word.

Does not like to get pinned down unless he’s in a lee mood.

Holay molaaay… I’m tired. Finally got this done and now my life is complete lol.

(I maybe will do T.O.E and T.B.O.P hcs soon so if u guys have any ideas just ask since ideas r free now!! ;)

Anyways hope this was enough!!! Have a great day!! 

[ombrathefurry]

could you make horror versions of the main cast (if you havent already lmao

I actually explored this idea a while ago actually, but only with the three antagonists

Here are the initial concepts

for Phoenix I mostly imagine her to look like this (loud sound and body horror tw)

here's my attempt at Phoenix (it's not exactly what I imagine but it's close enough and was fun to try)

She would be that type of monster where it's like "what the HELL WHY IS THAT A THING WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL"

She's supposed to be the body horror/visceral horror in a sense that when you look at her it just feels WRONG

like that should not be happening why is this real why does she look like that

Here’s loading

he’s supposed to be the uncanny horror where it’s like “that thing is TRYING to be human but isn’t doing a good job” or “that IS doing a good job but it’s leaving its features distorted to mock us” type horror

He's there so that when you see him you panic

Here's draven too I tried ok

I imagine him to be kind of like The Complex from Boisvert, where he has too much dimension to be comfortable

he would ALWAYS look out of place no matter what

but yeah those are my attempts

[slice-of-void]

meet the creator

hellooooooo! this post is a "meet the creator" post we'll explain a little about us and you can ask question to us (just be respectfull please (╥﹏╥) ) so! we are an undiagnosed DID system (we're working on getting one but those things take time) "what's DID?" you may ask, well dear viwer let's ask the internet god's mister chat gpt: "Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), previously known as Multiple Personality Disorder, is a complex psychological condition characterized by the presence of two or more distinct identities or personality states within a single individual. These identities, also called "alters," may have their own names, ages, genders, memories, and behaviors. They often control the person’s behavior at different times, leading to significant memory gaps and changes in behavior, thoughts, and emotions.

DID is typically a response to severe trauma, often during early childhood, where the person's mind dissociates, or splits, to cope with the intense stress or pain. This dissociation creates separate identities as a way to protect the individual from the trauma they experienced." so yeah, we are a pretty fictive heavy system (and yes we have some "cringe" alters IF YOU COMMENT SOMETHING DISRESPECTFULL WE'LL PERSONALY BITE YOUR ANKLES) anyway the one who's writing this pots is jane prentiss we are not gonna introduce every single alter cause liike we have almost 40 something but we'll introduce the ones that front the most we use "he/him" as general pronouns and "void/thiago" as a general name so if not sure just use those, we are bodly 17 so don't be a creep name: Jane Prentiss pronouns: It/her simply plural description: Worm zombie, itchiness is a vibe name: C! Johnathan sims

pronouns: He/they/it simply plural description: C! Johnathan sims from the Magnus archives quite enjoying being here to be honest

name: Elias Bouchard

pronouns:He/they simply plural description: Another TMA fictive, redeeming my sins for making everyone's life miserable by protecting the body 👁️

name: Gerard keay

pronouns: He/they/it simply plural description: Glad to not be a book anymore, either way I'm trapped in a AFAB body anyway so yeah, am a fictive of TMA (I swear we will have the whole podcast cast by the end of the year)

name: Sasha

pronouns: They/she simply plural description: Fictive of not Sasha from TMA (fuck another one

name: Boisvert

pronouns: It/he simply plural description:When was the last time you went outside?

[tireddovahkiin]

I want to take a moment and talk about my Boisvertsona, that has a somewhat very special meaning to me that I never talked about. But that's important. (Warning, it's gonna be a LONG post.)

This is Youth. You've probably seen her with Room, most of the time. For those unfamiliar with her, this is a self insert I made, inspired by a youtube series of surrealism/phychological themed videos named _Boisvert. Youth is the character I use to self ship with Room, the main antagonist of the series. But, this self ship has a much deeper meaning to me.

Youth symbolizes what her very name means: mental youth. That feeling of childlike innocence, dependence, gullibleness, curiosity. Regression. Physical and mental fragillity. But, an actual manifestation of trauma coping.

Her whole design has a lot of interesting details with meaning behind them:

See full design here!

As you can see, Youth has one eye, that is always closed. That is because she 'dreams' (indicating to coping mechanisms like maladaptive daydreaming and escapism). Youth always has her eyes closed, because she distracts herself from the harsh reality that surrounds her. There is also visible dark circle under it. She's tired. If she was to open it, she would become 'unstable', she wouldn't handle it all. But don't worry, she can still see even with that eye closed (DON'T QUESTION THE FUCKING LOGIC OKAY SHUSH)

The tape over the place where Youths mouth should be indicates at her shyness, and need to keep silent. Bottled up emotions. (Another way of unhealthy coping) She is mute, after all, she only speaks through noises like squeaks, whines, hums, coos, no actual words. The noises of a child. It may silences her, but for a reason: it keeps her together, from "tearing apart" (I'll explain the reason later)

There is a vertical line across her face, and goes all the way down her body, and between her legs, continuing behind and back at her head. It is supported by these 'stiches', the only thing keeping her together from falling apart (indicating to her fragillity, that she's barely hanging by the thread of self-destruction.)

Those strange, long creepy hands behind her are a physical manifestation of her mind. They appear from time to time, when Youth feels somehow on edge, or nervous, they act like shielding limbs, though always like having minds on their own. When the hands are out, Youth uses them as regular hands instead of her sleeved ones. Since she's mute, usually, her body language should be visible in either the way she acts with her hands, or her posture. But here's the thing that gets interesting: see that blackness behind her head? That is not a shadow. That is actually a little detail of the percent of her 'sanity'. The blackness would spread along the lenght of the whole arms, if her sanity would start to drop, and her hands would start acting a little uncontrolable. If the arms get 100% black, that is a sign that Youth is about to lose it. Her arms go haywire, and start to try and tear off her stitched skin, reveal what's hiding inside it. To let it free. To claw its way out, even if it takes force.

Youths thin, small, frail body, and her hunched posture symbolises her 'weakness'. Self-neglect. Dependence. She is too weak, too distracted to take care of herself. And we all know The Complex is a very dangerous place, there are always threats at every corner of that place. Youth is submissive in nature, she is not built for fighting, of course. She is peaceful. No, actually, she is harmless. A fragile, emotionally vulnerable being, like an exposed nerve. She is small, because it indicates that she is a person who doesn't want to be noticed, She wants to blend in in whatever situation she finds herself in. To stay in the background. But, even if her heart sometimes wishes to be seen, heard, and noticed, she cannot be. It always gets ignored.

Her long sleeves that cover her hands (that she never reveals, she uses them over the sleeves like Ariana Grande style💀), as well as the long leg sleeves, indicates to her subtle clumsiness. Making it difficult for her to move around properly, like they're restraining her a bit. But also a need to hide, go her way. She WANTS it that way. She is not comfortable with actually rolling them up and letting it all be 100% easier for her. She chooses the more difficult choice for the sake of her own comfort. (And maybe only maybe because she has this need to be taken care of by a certain triangle headed man hm hm)

And now, onto the actual thing: the dynamic and deep meaning behind Youths and Rooms relationship.

They met under weird circumstances. Exploring The Complex and hiding from unwanted company, Room came upon an odd room/dimension; it was a very, VERY high room with no ceiling in sight, fading into grey fog above his head. It was also just as wide, spreading endlessly to both left and right, but the depth of the room was short, only about twenty meters. Room is facing a very tall and wide wall ahead of him, made of reflective material, but that has gaitn cracks on it, so big, as the size of lightning bolts. And behind it, on the other side? There was Youth. A completely white void, with nothing ahead, just complete bright abyss. With her laying on the floor, drawing with a black charcoal stick and filling it with many of her drawings. Already making a rather big patch of small and big doodles. Her legs playfully kicking up and down, as Youth was supported by her elbows, focus completely on doodling.

Room would observe her. His first thought was, how utterly small she was. And alone. As if stuck behind that thick wall with no way out. With no care for the outside world, whatsoever. How he could easily kill her, if he could reach her.

Youth didn't notice him.

For the first time, the man felt... Curious. He simply stayed, and watched her do her own thing. So innocent. So... Pure. Looking like she had... Fun. A rarity in such harsh place as The Complex. It was almost sacred. Foreign. And that is why Room had to look more.

When his needs were satisfied, Room left. Without Youth even noticing a thing.

Room would appear again. And again. And again. He found himself returning to that odd place, and looking at that careless, child-like girl draw, and play around. As days passed, he started feeling this... Urge of protectiveness towards whoever she was. He was drawn to her. Room never saw something so pure before, he NEEDED to keep it that way. To keep Youth untainted by darkness, that already has swallowed him entirely. To shield her from it all. (Which would later lead to unhealthy overprotectiveness.)

And yet, Room still did not reveal himself. And Youth still did not notice him.

It would go like that for a good while, until one day, Youth noticed him. But, instead of being scared, nervous of this mysterious intruder, to see him as a potential threat... She somehow didn't. She forgot the feeling of fear. Her emotions fell humb, and she listened to the pull of her curiosity. Youth came face to face with Room, only divided by that shattered mirror wall. No one spoke. Words weren't needed. The understanding was somehow spiritual. They felt connected.

Now, why is that?

Are you aware of how self-shippers can depict their fictional others as a big part of themself, see them as a real partner, a soulmate? An important part that defines them and their life? A connection much deeper than normal?

Well, that is how I see Room, in a way.

I see Room as an important figure in my life. He is like my spiritual guardian: since he is depicted as a manifestation of negativity, I see him as a way to define my OWN struggles. Like an extention of my emotions, my mind. He feels like... He's THERE. When I feel sad, depressed, that means Room is there with me. And that he sees me. That he hears me. That he's close. And that he won't leave, not until I feel better. While in _Boisvert, Room is seen as an evil, violent yet passive man, full of this despair and need to spread it around, I see him more like this. Just a broken man, who is lost. And is hoping to find some rest. To find someone. Or something. An answer. To why this is all happening. Who lost hope, a long, long time ago.

Room protects me when I'm sad. It's like I can feel him standing behind me, just being there. Not talking. Just there. And that is honestly ALL I need. I'm not alone. Yes, it feels cold, I feel terrible, miserable, I want to scream and cry and tear my skin off. But it feels like some strange comfort. Thinking of him. That he's there, not helping me, but just watching OVER me. He's there to offer presence, as I figure a way to calm down by myself. And that is okay. That is truly what I need.

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And when Room touches the glass wall of that room Youth was stuck in... That she formed as a way to TRY and hide and protect herself from The Complex... It shatters.

Room grabs her immediately, and shields her away from the shards so they won't cut her thin body. Just like that. And he can feel her panic. Youth was scared, she was shaking, all of it happened so fast. So he squeezed tighter, while the entire wall that was KILOMETERS high and wide kept breaking and falling apart. Room didn't let go until the danger was over.

But when he tried pulling away... Youth didn't let go. She kept holding onto him.

So they stayed there, surrounded by gigantic broken glass shards, embracing each other in complete silence.

And so, the two stayed like that until Youth has calmed down.

And that is the start of their relationship together.

With Room always moving, Youth would always be moving with him too. Following like a blind puppy by its owners side. Not knowing what else to follow, really. Room was the only choice she had, she didn't know anything beyond that place she was trapped in. And the being would always remain by his side, at all times. Never dissapearing even for a second, showing just how dependent she was in the world around her.

But it didn't bother Room. He now had something, a purpose. o protect, hide, keep at his side. She was odd, but in a such positive way. Youth kept showing him things he never saw, experienced. Affection, honesty, care, attention.

She showed him the bare minimum, but because Room was so unfamiliar with it, and OH, so utterly starved for love and care, he became even more protective. Possessive. Obsessive. No one would dare to lay a finger on Youth, because she was the only source of light he had in the darkness. If twas some sort of twisted devotion. Room is cold, distant, it's just the way he is. But if he was to see Youth even a little off than her normal, curious, playful, childlish self, Room is dropping everything. His fear gets ahead of him. He needs to know the reason of her sadness, why is she feeling unwell, out of fear that she doesn't end up... Like HIM. She cannot end up like him, he needs her healthy. Both because she keeps ROOM sane, and for her own well-being.

He does care, in his own way. Room does learn to open up slowly, under Youths (unknown) guidance (she doesn't know what's she's doing but she acts on impulse. Like a child would. If she feels a need, Youth will act upon it.)

As you can see, their relationship isn't perfect. It's FAR from it, it has many flaws, and it's unhealthy in both sides. But that is what makes it so special! They're so co-dependent from each other, for their personal fears and traumas. It even has the element of this weird, worshipping-like ideal. But they learn. And that is why it IS perfect.

So yeah, that is all. I am done with ranting. If you REALLY just read this whole thing, from start to finish, I am speechless, I cannot thank you enough, it means a shit ton. Seeing someone actually cares and respects that much can never fail in making my heart swell🥺

So with that, thank you for reading. <3

[preheville]

rlly like ur making me send this as a ask whats merilances sexuality and has she had any crushes and on whoooo if true 🤯

i need to missive it man anyway my deep complex thoughts on merilance's sexuality is she's a butch and a dyke but metaphorically sooo in denial about it because of her weird ideas on how those two things impact her and her decisions i say metaphorically because boisvert isn't overtly a story about sexuality or romance or whatever i think it's more to explore how the state reinforces ideas of gender and property within relationships basically anything you ask me can essentially come back to how does quagmire as an imperialist state handle this situation and what are the trickle-down effects of this. and like again not overt but the metaphors man because i do think it is impossible to divorce those things.

anyway the crush list:

beyoncé

elorna (baby's first weird gal on gal?)

the fairyland equivalent of gawaine of the green knight fame

roscobell (get out of my school)

the 2009 lady gaga vma's performance she saw it and had to go lie down

[m-e-w-666]

made. an art. guess i’m officially obsessed with boisvert

[blondbaddie69]

this is what crashing out dose to your art

[felixblueprint420]

redraw of this art from 2024

[lact101]

Finding out what’s underneath complexes sock thing AT 3AM!!!!1!!1!1!!11!!(real) (not clickbait) (gone wrong)

Loud warning btw