sorry for the absolute dogshit editing but i'm going FUCKING INSANE over bertie's expression here like TELL me that's not love. look me in the eyes and TELL ME THAT'S NOT LOVE
This whole Comic Relief video is amazing but the Jeeves and Wooster section is the best by far. Hugh Laurie’s singing + Stephen Fry’s everything killed it. With the bonus content from the whole video just being so funny.
Watch it and join me in knowing about this absolute gem.
Yay finally done with Swap!Barok design!! My hand is sore during making this so I didn't do much with the clean up process. I ended changing his design, if I want to bring parts of his original version to this design then I have to commit to it, and with that I did lol.
And of course if Andrew could turn into a humanboy may as well turn Klint into a tool.
I also made an animatic video again to bring my vision to light so you can see how I imagine Barok in this AU.
I'm sorry if the video feels off or unfinished (it's because it is), I really wanted to add more like shake effect and stuff but it's just a lot of work to do, so I just not doing it (my sore hand and body really begging me to stop).
Next time with this AU I will do Albert's design soon and mayyybe along with his family, but before that I really need to take a break from this 😭
I'll be the first to admit that Wooster is not a name known all 'round for his skills in the brains department (in fact the whole matter of this alma mater attic break-in might be considered a sound illustration of the fact), but even I knew that something had gone distinctly souplike when I was confronted with a spectral boy with an expression so judgmental it would not have been misplaced on an Aunt.
The boy was thinnish, tallish, and dressed in the uniform I myself had donned not too many years ago. A schoolboy in a Boy’s School ought to necessitate no more remark than say, a fork in the kitchen, or Bingo in love, but this schoolboy was as see-through as the crepe paper my fruity new spats came wrapped in. That is to say, the translucency of a lace hanky, hiding barely anything of what was behind him.
“What ho!” I ventured, under the basis that a polite greeting might ward off spirits the same way it pacified Aunts and other evil powers.
The distinctly translucent boy looked up in surprise.
“You are not supposed to be able to see me,” he said crisply. Then he murmured to himself, as if he had already dismissed old Bertram as a sound conversationalist, “I was so certain I had been sent back here to find Charles.”
“Terribly sorry,” I excused myself, for lack of anything better to say. Perhaps in spectral society it was awfully rude, to go about seeing and whatho-ing people.
The boy pulled out a magnifying glass of ridiculous proportions and stared at me as if I was an ant on his Sunday pick-nick.
“You are not dead, nor are you displaced,” he stated rudely, “what year is it?”
Unaccustomed to being interrogated by mere schoolboys, dead or otherwise, I told him. His face fell, as if he'd hoped to hear something different.
Can we just agree that there is some sort of similarity between Dead Boy Detectives and Jeeves & Wooster. Cmon. Don't tell me Edwin would absolutely have an amazing time being ridiculous with wooster and Jeeves pointing out to Charles that Edwin is absolutely head over heels for him