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Ace Week: Staring Iggy Maxwell

A super rare for me painting, done on canvas!

Thank you so much @just-a-carrot for providing a happy reference image to use (When asked very nicely after getting sappy over their game (this is the mystery art thing))

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Hey Carrot!!!!!!! (This might be the last one for a little bit ;-;)

So I finished OW on stream, I was kinda told to go solo ending but I did the Genzou hideout scene to keep my options just in case and I completely melted from it. I'm not one for lovey scenes but my goodness I just melted from it, I'll admit that I cried

Then the ending where it shows every wish and I just kinda cried again. 2 times in one game is a record, 3 times is total insanity, curse you (positive)

I really enjoyed the ending I got, thinking on it, the relationship Genzou and Iggy end up in is something I can relate to, not romantic but they're happy together. I'm flipping tearing about it in public as I type this ;-;. I'd totally call myself weird, I'm aroace but in a relationship and there's no romance but we enjoy just being near each other, someone to hug or talk to, someone to be there, even though I don't feel the romantic feelings at all, I would do anything for them and I get that kind of feeling from the Genzy ending. The thing about shifting boundaries, YES!!!

I'm running out of questions to awkwardly tack on the end of these so I'll give something weird, I want to do something with a headshot of Iggy looking happy, 100% art related. If there's a sprite or art of Iggy you want me to use as a reference, put it in the reply and I'll use it :3 I'll only be using the head of the image. If things go well, results should come this weekend if I have the energy (gonna try and make chocolate AND spend a bunch of time streaming AND do this mystery project so I'll try)

wahhhhhh... i am sorry for the tears 💦

i'm really happy that it could be so meaningful and relatable to you, though. i love hearing from people that say they can relate to the chars or to the situations or experiences and see parts of themselves in the story... somehow leads to this sense of shared understanding idk

i'm glad you liked the line about the shifting boundaries. that's a big thing i've always felt strongly about iggy is that his boundaries likely change from day to day based on his whole... everything... idk LOL but just like, different types of closeness, different types of touch, different types of kisses, etc., i think that what he feels comfortable with is likely fluid day to day. and for me the idea of someone who is completely open and understanding to this and constantly communicating about this + even like, developing a kind of instinctive understanding based on other factors because they just care about you so much and so they're constantly aware of you and your shifts and how you're feeling. i like to think that's what genzy in particular are like, and that they're constantly learning and experiencing new sides of each other but always in a way where there's zero expectations and zero pressure and just love and closeness and their own brand of intimacy... ;-;

/end sappy ramble

anyway uhhhHHHHH happy iggy reference pic? hmmm... i have many pics of iggy looking happy but i have always thought he looked particularly cute in this one:

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I think I'm a day late but here's a birthday doodle for Orlam from Our Wonderland!!!

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Written up chapter 1 of my story!

Chapter 1 illustration: The man in recovery

Read here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/374663382-string-held-fate

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She's pretty angry, but why?

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Tried making something with a 'flow' to it, I don't know where I got the idea for this!

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It's been 12 years since I was (mildly forcibly) exposed to Friendship is Magic and it's been a wild ride since.

So have a Twilight sketch for 14 years!

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I had a dream of a long tunnel that appeared in a British town, a space that went for miles, filled with other people waiting for bus numbers that weren't mine and buses passing through that weren't for me. This is how it felt to me.

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Unnamed robot mascot, easy to draw!

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Small Frisk head sketch for Undertale's 9th birthday!

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"I thought this god that had pushed me to this unending life would be an all powerful, uncaring beast that would stop at nothing to cause misery. But what I found was human... And caring" - Wendy "Godkiller" Colour

I feel this is more of an emotional piece, it.... Yeah it's pretty weird but kinda how I see myself when I'm alone vs when I'm with people

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Made me a batch of chocolate, had so much I ran out of molds!

Uses coconut milk but tastes and has the mouth feel like regular milk chocolate! (My super fussy mother approves at least)

It feels so much better eating these than what I can find in stores, I wish I could do something more than just eat it!

If anyone would like the recipe then I'd be happy to post, it's completely home developed based on the vegan chocolate recipes I could find a few years ago

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Tried the paints again to recreate an old furry character I had, Chi the mousedeer.

The brown I used for the coat was NOT the shade I was expecting!

I actually used my scanner for this... it was not fun to set up

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I... am so sorry for making this image

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hey carrot any tips on writing ace/aro characters im currently writting my own story with an aro/ace character and I really like the way you write asexuality w/ iggy

hmmm... it's kinda hard to say because like so many things, there's no one way to be ace or aro. like another ace person could be completely different from iggy, and an ace person could be sex favorable, neutral, averse or anywhere in between. so I would just say write the char that's themself first and foremost and just avoid some of the common stereotypes such as the ace/aro char being super robotic or unfeeling, storylines where the char just needs to "find the right person" etc. also things like touch aren't even the same between ace/aro ppl. some aces love touch while others don't prefer it or perhaps need to be in a safe environment or with a person they feel safe with. at the end of the day, just write their asexuality or aromanticism as part of them rather than their entire character and I think you'll be on the right track!

I hope this helps, I'm not actually great when it comes to writing advice as I can never figure out how to put things into words (ironic) 💦

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Now that the big art piece is over, I shall treat these versions of a single character as if they are Slay the Princess voices

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THE PROCESS IS COMPLETE

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FINAL RECOVERED LOG OF W. COLOUR (03 - THE SURVIVOR)

"I don't think I have much battery left, all the ones I had on me have burned out so this may be my last log. At this point, I wouldn't even know where to get more" The hollow voice of Wendy Colour speaks out, a sigh can be heard as the visual light adjusts, going from a bright white to a sunny scene in the eye-cam view. In view is a dense forest with a clearing directly in front, a single, heavily overgrown, house sits in the centre of the clearing.

"It's been 500 years since I've seen my close relatives, 500 years since I've seen my friends... I miss them" the view then changes, pointing down towards the thick grass, a pair of black covered legs and a large tree log in view now. "Over 200 years since Conner... He was great" the view goes back to the house, "I guess this is what I was warned about"

Wendy gets up, her movements slow and sloppy, "500 years ago, I guess that god he talked about got what they wanted" the view suddenly whips around, Wendy's fist has split the log she had previously been sitting on. "Of course I was going to fight, put me in the head role and tell me to then not fight for me, my friends, my family" Her voice quivers, removing her fist from the log, again, the view returns to the house.

"I wasn't going to see some god remove this world from existence, but..." One slow step towards the house, "I guess I get why. Why they wanted to do it. My life has just been a retelling of someone else's, my friends, my family, almost all of them the same as the 'other' me. All of them, except you and your group" her step becomes a walk as she heads towards the building.

"If it wasn't for you pulling Del into it all, we would have been wiped from existence, I still don't get how you had such a dedicated following while being so unpersonable. I was told that I should head to the start and, well this is a quicker check than leaving the country, glad I secured this place when I had the chance" Wendy pulls out a keychain, she fumbles the keys a few times but eventually finds what she's looking for. "I hope that you and your friends at least were able to live your lives to the fullest. Because after you went, things slowed, like nothing was happening, like you were the focal point of the world. Even if there was the tiniest slither of a chance that he was wrong, that the world would have continued without a problem, I would go through it all over again to make sure"

She unlocks the door, it promptly falls backwards to the floor, the hinges long rusted away. "Maybe I should have been kept in the cave, not allowed to see past it all, just put it to an end, without a struggle, without a fight. Maybe this god didn't want to just let us go, even though we would eventually rot away without any events to continue the 'story'. Maybe the next world will be more lucky" she looks around, everything either broken and rotted or completely covered in the overgrown vegetation.

"I've had enough time to complain, to moan, I just wish it could just be that happy ending, taking down Gravity Knuckle or power of friendshipping back a corpo army, if things just.... Stopped in either of those moments, just a snap of the fingers, no way to fight back or look doom in the eye... I'd probably be happy" The home would have been contemporary for when it was last inhabited, untouched by man, only plant. Wendy continues through the room, turning to look up the stairs heading up, they were intact but the wooden railing had long since rotted away, only heavily rusted nails in the wall to indicate where it once stood.

"If anyone picks this up, if anyone actually listens to my words, my story... Thank you, if this is the first one you've picked up, please listen to the rest, they should be together" careful steps up, just in case her foot falls through, "If one person takes a look, even if they can't understand, just the curiosity to check, the drove to take a peek down the rabbit hole... It'll be worth it to me. I've seen heroes come and pass, family, friends, good times, bad times. As far as I'm aware, I'm the only one left, not smart enough to repair Delta, not brave enough to-" the visuals start to blur slightly as her voice shakes, "-to save my brother... The only one who could understand, the only one who both cared enough and could have lived long enough" she takes a deep breath, the blur fades with a few blinks, she wipes her cheeks and from the quick view of her arm, it can be seen that it has become slightly wet.

"I guess... At this point, I've just been repeating myself" she looks around at the top of the stairs, turning to the right and heading to what appears to be a bedroom. On the completely destroyed mattress of the bed is a tennis ball sized glowing white spiky crystal, appearing very out of place within the dark, abandoned home. "This is it?" She reaches out towards it before hesitating with her hand inches away. "If I do this... There is no going back..." A moment of silence passes, "But... I'm tired of overthinking things, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure about this" she grabs onto it, pulling it towards her.

The crystal starts to glow, the core glowing white as the edges glow different rainbow colours, "Well this iS WeeeeiiiIIIRRRDDDD" as she spoke, her voice started to warp, changing between her regular voice, a more angry sounding voice and a higher pitched and cheery voice. The fabric of reality around her starts to warp and pull apart, pulling and pulling until cracks start to appear. She looks down to herself, multicoloured lines surround her body, what goes into the surrounding lines comes out warped and different, her shoulders going in and cybernetic limbs going out, one of her legs even became that of an equine.

She looks ahead again, reality continues to crack, now cracked into multiple different reflections, an unidentified breed of winged pony, a woman with the fury of an army, an aged but youthful woman seeing her life collapse in front of her, a reflection of herself, and a fighter with cybernetic limbs. Other cracks appear showing creatures she could not identify as herself.

After a moment, these cracked reflections crack again, each new crack a different, warped version of the whole. These crack again, the realities showing the possible and impossible, if Wendy had stayed with the sister she ended up opposing, if her brother was evil, if they were all lizards, if they were all in school together, the amount of variations were endless. For every better outcome, there was a worse outcome, there was no strict rhyme or reason.

Wendy stares down infinity, it was never going to stop, now, it would never stop. "When he fell from the sky... My older brother, he said something that I never really understood, 'When you have to make the call, if you ever make the big sacrifice, you'll never know if what you did was right in the end, you'll never see the outcome. So you just have to believe'" she takes a deep breath in, and out, "I guess I understand that now, all I can do from this point on is hope"

RECORDING END