#dark pictures curator

[mysticcopfriendegg]

[wadeonfire]

[eloura]

Charlie Lonnit, being the most relatable character in stressful situations

[wheazthesimp]

I finally finished all of them (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[pikodean]

Best guy in the entire TDP anthology for me! He deserves more love. I pray to all the gods that the developers give him more time and lore in the next chapters!

[blueberrypancakesworld]

This fluffy One-shot comes again from This beautiful art from @timethehobo. I hope you and every reader likes it

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Mistletoe

warning : fluff , kissing

Curator x fem reader

masterlist

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The door in the darkness appeared before her and she reached for it unerringly. As soon as she opened it, she smelled the old scent of past centuries. She already knew the pictures hanging on the wall. She had been in the rooms too often. The carpet as old as ever showed her the way to the main room. The room where the man who made her heart beat faster was waiting.

The man who was so much more than just a storyteller. He had so many names and would visit everyone at a certain point. Some would call him Death. But she called him the Curator. Carefully knocking on the door and holding the small plant in her hand tighter. ,,Come in" came the muffled voice behind the wood before she pushed the handle down slightly and stepped into the room. The large office revealed itself to her, the fireplace was lit, the fire crackled slightly, the windows covered by curtains gave the whole a pleasant atmosphere and the candles that flickered sporadically offered a little comfort.

For him, however, they were nothing more than everything transient almost unimportant objects like dust that formed and could simply be wiped away. But even if this applied to everything, it did not apply to the human woman. He heard her increased heartbeat and briefly worry flared in his eyes as he looked up from his book and gave her a slight smile. Before he looked at her more closely. Her chest rose and fell slightly faster. Nervousness. Her eyes went from his eyes to his lips to his hands before they looked almost hurriedly to the fireplace. Admiration. And she held something in her hands but what ?

It was nothing alive it filled neither warmth nor a beat but what was it then? She took a few more steps into the room before she went to the fireplace to warm herself. ,,You know, it's Christmas again," she said and he heard the slight smirk. Putting his notes aside, he rose and walked over to her. ,,Again? Mhhh time goes by so fast " he said and in his eyes the fire of the fireplace was reflected. ,,Do you still have it?" she asked and turned to him.

A brief smile came to his lips as he reached into his pocket. The silver pen flashed in the light before he placed it on the mantel. ,,Of course, my dear, I've only used it since then," he admitted, pleased to see the smile grow on her lips. His gaze went to the fireplace, but just as he was about to go back to his desk to get some wine, he felt something warm. Astonished, he looked at his hand. The warm hand of his beloved had laid on his cold one. A strange feeling which he had not felt for hundreds of years. Warm human contact.

Otherwise everything was always so cold, but with her he seemed to feel even the warmth of the fireplace. ,,Do you know what we humans have mistletoe for?" she asked softly as if she was afraid of being heard. Of course he knew, but when he felt her heart beating faster and how nervous she was, he shook his head slightly. ,,No, I'm afraid not, my dear," he replied, gently stroking her hand.

Taking the mistletoe from behind her back and placing it over the two of them on the fireplace, she said nervously, ,,I'll-I'll show it to you". Patiently closing his eyes, he leaned forward slightly before feeling her warm lips on his cheek. A kiss.

A gesture of love as he knew a small bonding from human to human. A symbol of affection and love. And something like warmth flooded his body. ,,A truly lovely tradition?" he purred, his hands stroking hers. ,,There is more," she answered, and redness spread over her cheeks and ears. ,,I would love to meet them all" before he leaned forward slightly and gave her a kiss on the lips with his cold lips. Death kissed the only thing he would ever love. His lovely, beautiful gentle heart.

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[intheorchards]

A particular favourite shot of my curator I got from TDIM

[hermannco]

Nice little painting break

[curator-simp]

Dark Pictures Anthology mega fanfic...?

If I were to write an "interactive" fanfiction that's basically a whole new Dark Pictures Anthology story where after every choice you move to a different chapter and every character can take different routes, how many chapters would that be?

I'd like it to be a lot less violent and instead the main path is more about romance. Like a "here are your 5 single characters! Ship them in any constellation you could want" sort of story, with the additional option for one path where you make them all hate each other.

The curator chapters could be generic enough that I don't have to write them all that differently other than the final one. So let's say we'd have one curator prologue, 6 intermissions and 15 endings.

But then there are so many option for chapters for the characters, right?? Every choice a different chapter, so I'd probably end up with 20 choices per person, but the choices also overlap where characters end up together.

Plus I'd like to reuse some of the character models, obviously, because we all love those models. I'd probably edit them slightly, but overall keep them similar enough. My editing skills aren't too crazy so I definitely cannot change them up completely.

Anyway would anyone be interested in this? Like, at all? I'd have to still write it in chapters, but then they'd be like "Chapter 1, choice 3, version 6" or something.

[earnest-jumping]

In regards to the Dark Pictures Anthology:

My personal theoryis that the Curator is Death. We, the player and his “visitor”, are Destiny. Destiny can sway the events of the story based on how certain characters have a different destiny with their actions. Death is just there to record and see it.

The one at the door (at the end of Devil in Me) I’m not positive of, but I think it might be Fate. Fate has no “sway”. There is one path, one story. I believe that Destiny, Death, and Fate must all battle for the outcome of one of the upcoming games/seasons. A decisive end to the question: “Are our lives ruled by Fate, or by Destiny until Death?”

[dino-fart]

Y’all....I was playing Devil in Me...Tell me why I’m attracted to this man?

His pose, his class, his voice, what in the actual hell?

[stevebuscemieyes]

I'M A HUGE FAN OF THIS SERIES!!

I'd say Man Of Medan for me, it gave me Ghost Ship vibes which is one of my favorite horror flicks of the early 2000's.

Devil in me would be a close 2nd, really loved the saw like traps and the main villian of the story.

LEAST FAVORITE: little hope..the ending really turned me off!

House of ashes: Really didnt't do it for me..the atory and setting was boring.

[eloura]

im literally in disneyland and all i can think about is charlie lonnit STILL

[yayoineko]

Finally got to redraw this image. Didn’t really like the first one I drew: https://yayoineko.tumblr.com/post/701742200057380864/a-quick-drawing-of-the-character-the-curator

So, I redrew it and had time to make the wings black. The Curator from Dark Pictures Anthology games. w/ Detail. Pen and Ink.

[sneakdevil]

Him:

Me:

[mr-e-nigma]

Convention of weird older guys who can sort of control the narrative in which they exist.