#I’d and transcript in alt

[notasouleater]

Narrator versus the 1940s

[captainhysunstuff]

Light contrasts with his boyfriend a little. Trying to figure out how I wanna draw L's jacket. Also them being silly~.

It’s got a label but there’s really nothing crazy here. *shrug*

[maibeenot]

I didn’t draw this specifically in response to this post, but it kinda puts into perspective a lot of what I feel.

A lot of the time, I find it extremely difficult to say “I love you” to someone, even close friends and family. I feel as if I’m being disingenuous, that my feelings for them are not nearly as profound or deep as what “Love” is. But at the same time, “Love” does not nearly encompass everything I feel for that person.

And I think this partially comes from the way I’ve been molded to perceive affection and feelings like this. I personally have no idea what is considered romantic or platonic, and have a difficult time drawing a line between the two (if there even is one).

But I know for fact that care about a lot of people, very genuinely. That care just doesn’t translate to be as deep as “Love”. But again, “Love” is still too cheap.

Can we stop acting like two people deeply loving each other has to mean they have something romantic or sexual going on? Can we stop talking as if platonic love just can't be that deep? Because that's not true. Platonic love can be just as deep, and sometimes even deeper, than romantic love. What I'm saying is, we need to stop putting romance on this pedestal and act like every other form of love is less important.

[raining-anonymously]

alright let’s do this.

see here for the pages on trespassing, soul suckers, and the grim reaper (yes, the grim reaper is canon to the beetlejuice cinematic universe).

yes, i know the page is unreadable. the shot lasts maybe two seconds and the words aren’t in focus for any of them. but, eyes be damned, i need the lore, so check the alt text for a transcription.

ugh. that was a pain to try and read.

implications under the cut!

for whatever reason, it is important that the rectangle is completed. they state it twice on these pages. if they’d gone with rule of three i’d be convinced that something terrible happens if the rectangle is incomplete.

“Sandworm” is a proper noun.

betelgeuse surviving the sandworm was not a fluke. sandworms can’t permakill ghosts.

therefore, delores WILL reform.

we see from beej’s and delores’s terrified reactions to the worms that eat them that sandworms are, in fact, feared by ghosts—even by the older ones who should know that they won’t be double-dead. same for the page, which calls the sandworms dangerous and says only to summon them in emergencies. ghosts can be physically harmed, as shown by betelgeuse cutting barbara’s hand and adam hurting betelgeuse’s foot, so it’s reasonable to believe that being eaten hurts a TON.

also, being eaten by sandworms sends ghosts back to the waiting room, which i can’t imagine is a thrilling prospect. it also potentially diminishes power—betelgeuse can’t defend himself against the witch doctor, although he’s possibly just less powerful in the netherworld. sandworms are also said to be soul sucker’s weaknesses, so maybe soul suckers also lose their power? and maybe, just maybe, they also lose the souls they’ve sucked? MAYBE BOB IS OKAY????????? let me dream

the term “fleshbag” is official handbook language, not wolf jackson language.

the language in the book implies that living people have died to sand worms before.

rory formed in the afterlife as a million tiny particles. (deserved.) maybe he can shapeshift like he’s made out of sand, that would be cool. he doesn’t deserve to be that cool.

sandworms are theorized to have sensitive eyes! this isn’t an implication, really—i’m directly paraphrasing the book—but i think it’s neat!

[pioneers-productions]

question, cause i’ve seen this so many times- andrew blaze is trans?? i honestly didn’t know that, that’s really fucking cool (coming from a trans man), did she like say anything about it, post about it or something? i’d like a source (if possible) simply cause i just wanna read about it, that’s actually so awesome sauce

yes

before she died, she preferred to be called Andrew and a girl, she called herself Andrew online and referred to herself as a girl.

unfortunately she had a lot of internalized transphobia and claimed she was NOT trans and that her situation was different, but at the same time she basically defined being trans while explaining her situation

here's a clip of one of her videos (got it from estes.epiphany on tiktok)

there's more of her videos where she talks about her gender and stuff (especially her last few videos) but i don't have them on hand right now

here's things from her journal (click to read, date + transcript in alt text)

some other journal entries that I couldn't fit because of the 30 image limit:

March 20th, 2017

I close my eyes and become who I truly am and have a sinister evil smile on my face; people are dying all around me as I’m the dead girl floating and standing victorious.

March 26th, 2017

I am in fact from a deceased army (community) of Female ghosts.

April 6th, 2017

I’m tired of having a penis. I’m tired of being a boy. (...) I’m tired of having to shave my face, arms, and legs every 3–4 days.

April 24rd, 2017

I’m one girl, I did what I could.

May 13th, 2017

I'm a very impatient girl.....

[lxgentlefolkcomic]

Credits for Interlude 1:

Art by @mayhemchicken-artblog

Story by @thegoatsongs

Edited by @dathen

Image descriptions (alt text) by @dathen, @mayhemchicken-artblog, and @thegoatsongs

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Dialogue transcripts:

Panel 1

Voice (offscreen): I never thought I’d be nostalgic for English tea and scones.

Shop signs: Aerated Bread Co. Bakery Tearoom Est. 1864

Panel 2

Mina: Well, never hesitate to ask for anything from Arthur. He loves treating his guests.

Irene: He’s said so himself; it’s very sweet of him.

Panel 3

Irene (voiceover): Speaking of sweet, I didn’t expect your husband to ask for my autograph.

Mina (voiceover): Oh, yes, Jonathan loves opera!

Panel 4

Mina: So…when you return home, will you take up singing again?

Panel 5

Irene: We have no home to return to.

Panel 6

Irene: We will find a home here, even if we have to fight for it. I am tired of running.

Panel 7

Mina: You have friends here, now. We’ll make sure you find a place here. Jonathan will help find work for Godfrey.

Panel 8

Irene: You are too kind, Mina. Thank you.

[cakepoppresent]

Let Me Beat His Ass

A few things

Lol poor Daisuke his future wife is going through it and hasn't been returning his texts or calls

Malcolm truly is a big baby. Since Malcolm has been told "no" by Luna he doesn't know how to react. He's taking her wanting to see Andre as a personal attack against him rather than his sister just wanting to find out the truth.

Love Veronica and Luna, in an alt time they would have been GREAT

Transcript under the cut ~

Luna: She’s looking into it, she trying to find this “source”, Chantel isn’t saying who told her

The comments under the pic (it's much smaller on a phone than a computer)

@toucanman - I fucking knew it a rich girl like her would never actually be nice, she was just hiding her bitch ass attitude

@coochielicker - This isn’t the Luna I stan! All SMZ does is lie lie and LIE. Shes been acting for years and its only now shes a diva? Stop playing with my good sis!

@flo- Hmmm...I can see it tho, shes from a super wealthy family its probably her way or no way but who cares was anyone even hurt?

@fruitysims - LOL ive been waiting on something to come out on this hoe. Her nice girl shtick was so overbearing now her true colors are coming out. Thank god

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Veronica: What did Destiny say? Is she gonna do anything about this?

Veronica: You should send her bitch ass a lawyers letter or something. Can’t be legal to spread malaious rumors like that

Luna: I dunno. I’d rather find this source

Veronica: Where the hell is that man of yours? He must have connections he can use

Luna: Probably... he’s been calling but I don’t even have the time to deal with him right now. Malcolm that bitch still won’t talk to me and now Andre’s face is all over the news and my bitch Dad hasn't even called. It's...a lot right now

Veronica: Let’s travel then, How about Tomarang or Tartosa? Just until everything dies down and you figure out what to do next

Luna: No...I don’t want to leave Andre to deal with this alone and Malcolm is gonna crash out once he sees this online...I can’t leave right now

Veronica: Get off your phone babes. Reading all these comments is going to make you feel worse.

Luna: This is fucking awful and I miss Malcolm, can’t believe his ass won’t talk to me. Benji gives me updates but I’d like to meet Andre with Malcolm.

Veronica: Malcolm is the biggest fucking baby you gotta force him to see reason. If you don’t he’s just gonna pout and mop all day. Let me talk to him

Luna: What are you gonna do? Beat him up?

Veronica: Yes? Beat him up verbally at least. You’re hurting and he needs to get over himself, I'll help him see reason

Luna: He really does listen to you. Don’t be too harsh on him

Veronica: Hush. It's important you guys deal with this Andre thing. Malcolm needs to at least hear him out and stop punishing you for wanting to talk to Andre

Luna: Hahaha Malcolm has always been so sensitive, I wonder where he gets his bitch ass attitude from

Luna: V... it's been hell these past few days. It means a lot that you’re here with me now

Veronica: Babe. You’re basically my sister and I love you. Whatever is happening now will pass I know it will.

Luna: Feels like it's never going to end everything is going to fucking shit. I’ve never fought with Malcolm like this and Benji doesn’t know what to do he hates being in the middle of all this

Veronica: Sleep it off. I can’t help with what's going on online but I can and I WILL speak with Malcolm okay?

Luna: Okay...

Veronica: No more tears babe. I’ll beat his ass up if I have to. Just wait for my call okay?

Veronica: Love you too babes

Luna: Love you V

[aeonophagic]

I wanted to look at the boothill tag and somehow came across voidhill which has very much piqued my interest 👁👁

Can I pleaaaaaaaaase have an explanation bc this voidhill thing now has me on a chokehold 🙏🙏

Yayyy I’m glad you’re interested in them!!! They mean a lot to me… I’m happy to answer any and all questions

So if this means you don’t know who VA is (apologies if I’m assuming), I’ll say they’re a HI3 character with HSR cameos who’s most likely around there somewhere. I treat them as my OC by this point though so that’s not really all that relevant. They’re a supercomputer in a human body, their purpose is archiving humanity’s knowledge. As an archive, they remember everything they’ve learnt in perfect detail, which aid their powers that allow them to recreate things they’ve learnt the composition of.

To put it shortly: I made it up as a crack ship but I ended up making an entire story for them. Cyborg who surpassed his body’s human limits, Supercomputer who keeps trying to make their human body surpass its human limits. They both have their particular relationships with their humanity, or lack of.

To put it unfiltered, here’s how I put it last month. Some little things I’d change now, but this is a good idea of it still:

(Transcript of the first paragraph is in ALT text. It won’t let me add the others)

It’s kind of about them both conditioning each other to change. Void Archives becomes more interested in relationships and intimacy, more willing to participate in them; Boothill realises he’s really into this freak apparently.

My friend wrote the dialogue for this comic a few months ago that describes how they experience their attraction for each other basically:

I need to reformat this into a vertical comic real bad

Boothill is the first cyborg’ed human they get to meet so personally so they’re particularly interested in him. Their possessiveness doesn’t come from a place of “we’re in a relationship, so you’re mine”—they’re not really in a relationship, it’s complicated—but “I know more than anyone, I remember every nook and cranny, so I am objectively the best qualified one to handle modifying/repairing your body”. Here’s a little doodle I haven’t posted here yet of them doing exactly that

They’re very focused on the task at hand!

This is a basic rundown of their dynamic, I won’t delve too much into their story unless you’re interested in hearing that too. I really appreciate you asking. I usually express myself through my drawings and comics without saying much else about them, so thank you for giving me the chance to ramble a bit about them :)

[softichill]

The Sounds of Nightmares unofficial transcript

Chapter 2 - A Penance at the Bathouse

(created in collaboration with @queen0fm0nsterz !!!!!!)

Chapter 1

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[Click]

[Rewind sound]

OTTO: During our fourth session, developments in Noone’s case unearthed echoes of past failures. The girl recalled a familiar figure. 

[Click, Otto plays the tape]

Recording of NOONE: “The Candleman stood before me, on the rooftop. He wore… a long filthy jacket. His presence… it reminded me of… when the tide goes out.”

[Click, Otto pauses the tape]

OTTO: An uncanny sense of deja-vu, for Noone has seemingly encountered my Cici’s [distorted] Ferryman. I thought him lost forever. Yet, if true, he’s somehow found a way back to where he began. And who is he? Some deranged bedlamite? A mutual dreaming savant, invading the nightmares of innocents? It seems absurd. All I know for certain is that I must dig deeper. 

[tape rewinding]

[Intro plays]

[Various clicking]

OTTO: This is the Counselor, tape number 57, session number 4, patient number… Hm, patient Noone. [Tapping and shifting]

OTTO: I was presumptuous. Judgemental. Now I feel it’s paramount to prioritize Noone’s treatment over several other cases, due to demonstration of abnormal neurological faculties. [Shifting sounds] To dissent her further, today I’ll venture an unconventional method. [something electric is turned on]

[Beeping. Otto sighs]

OTTO: Admittedly dated, but this device should help attain further clarity. 

[Beeping alts. Audio cuts]

[Steps, pages shuffling. Someone knocks on the door]

OTTO: (cheery) Please, come in! 

[Door creaks open and closes]

OTTO: How are we doing today, Noone?

NOONE: Otto, what happens to a stone that has overcome its greatest fear? 

OTTO: You’re… telling a joke?

NOONE: Yes, but I never got the punchline.

OTTO: I’ll have to think about that –

NOONE: Hey, look! A moth!

[Otto shifts to look]

NOONE: We went on vacation once, under my doctor’s advice. Swarms of moths gathered around that balcony each night. They fascinated me, their little ways! How they just… existed. I collected them in mum’s plastic jars. 

OTTO: Well, this might be a good time to tell me about your mother. 

NOONE: …I’d rather not. Mum didn’t share my enthusiasms for crawlies. But moths were my favorite, drawn to light under some kind of spell.

OTTO: Perhaps you see a bit of yourself in the moth. Vulnerable, caught in the spotlight. The fame you received after the cure –

NOONE: I don’t feel cured. At all.

OTTO: …You feel you’re still in the dark?

NOONE: Yes. But I like to try to fly towards the light.

OTTO: [Hum] Then let me be that guiding light. And eventually, together, we’ll leave your darkness behind. 

NOONE: How you said that… reminds me of the place I visited.

OTTO: On your vacation?

NOONE: No. Last night, in my dream.

OTTO: Let’s make sure you’re comfortable before jumping in.

NOONE: Oh, I feel at ease. Calm even. Can I tell you about it?

OTTO: If you like, then I suppose you could –

NOONE, narrating: I awoke to wet air on a rooftop. 

NOONE: Peeking over the ledge, I saw an ocean, stretching all the way to the horizon. On the nearest shore, giant fish-like contraptions crawled out from the waves, and from their mouths, plump men and women emerged. Faces hidden behind wooden masks, bodies tucked away beneath mucky brown robes. Some used sticks to labour up the long winding boardwalk leading from the beach to the lantern-lit market below. 

[Bells and steps]

NOONE: Their destination was behind me. A distant, crooked bathhouse. A voice whispered, “Hey!”, and I turned to see a grubby, breathless boy stepping off a ladder. He dressed in tatty shorts and… shirt covered in pin badgers. He said, 

JESTER, overlapping with NOONE: “Do you know a way out of here?”

NOONE: I told him I was equally lost, but he insisted on traveling together. He went on,

JESTER, (ov. with NOONE): “Other kids call me Jester, because I never run out of jokes. I can tell you some along the way!” 

NOONE: I didn’t reply, so he blurted,

JESTER (ov. with NOONE): “Uhm, a man tells his friend to stop looking for the perfect match…” 

NOONE: But, he stopped. I could tell he realized that parts of him… were missing. As if… just being here… [slimy, crawling sound] was changing him. I realized something too: my headache was gone. Jester yelled out,

JESTER (ov. with NOONE): “Oh! He tells him to… use a lighter!”

[Otto interrupts the narration]

OTTO: Then this boy was the impetus for your joke! [Shifting] You met a child in your nightmare prior, but this one sounds far more… normal. 

NOONE: He looked like the kids from school, only… kinder. The ones at school teased me. Well, until I fell ill. After the water sickness, the same children who made me dread walking through these rotten gates began sucking up. But I’ve always been the same me. 

NOONE: Funny. I feel less me now than before.

OTTO: Children can be cruel. I had my share of tormentors in adolescence. 

NOONE: Really?

OTTO: It’s regrettably common. [Shifting] Tell me what happened next.

NOONE, narrating: Jester pulled my arm. “Look”, he said, pointing me to long planks of wood laid down like bridges between the rooftops. …Other children had traveled this path before.

OTTO: Other children? [Otto writing]

NOONE: The walkways had been placed there. They were too narrow for those swollen adults below. It must have been other children, and Jester – he was real too. [Writing] I felt his presence just as I feel yours here in this room. [Pause] Could that… be the dream sharing you spoke of?

OTTO: Let’s not leap to assumptions. Go on. The planks?

[Pause. Sounds of slow steps on wood]

NOONE, narrating:  We carefully walked each one, building to building. [Steps on terrain and wood, as well as faint bells] Below, the masked figures continued their walk too. Every now and then, a traveler would leave their place in line to take goods from the many merchants who’d offered all manner of soaps and perfumes. Their flowery smells mixed with… the fishy stench, pouring from the chimneys of the bathhouse…

[walking and bells continue]

NOONE: When we reached our final building, our only option was to head down the long ladder, sneaking around the side into an alleyway below. Jester was the nervous sort, so, I did my best to stir his courage and asked, [overlapping] “Have you another joke?”, and he replied,

JESTER (ov. with NOONE): “Oh, right! What happens to a stone that has overcome its greatest fear?”

NOONE: And there it was again. That… lost look. Like granny used to get. I asked him, [overlapping] “You don’t remember?” And Jester simply said,

JESTER (ov. with NOONE): “I’ll know it by the time I reach the bottom.”

NOONE: But, before I could follow… something called out from across the rooftop. A muddled voice, and then… I saw him. That man with- the impossible face. The same one from the room of glass jars, the – I can never focus on him!

[Narration stops]

OTTO: Noone, I need you to recall fine details.

NOONE: I told you!

OTTO: Especially when speaking of persons you’ve seen multiple times. Recurrence implies significance. 

NOONE: He’s a… broken mirror. Or a photograph all torn up. Impossible to piece back together.

OTTO: I have something. [Otto gets up from his chair, steps] A magic glue for your mind. 

[Steps, shifting, Otto sets the device up. Beeping and buzzing.]

NOONE: I don’t want to wear that.

OTTO: (immediately) You must. If you cannot remember specifics then I cannot help you. I must know about this mystery figure, I… simply must. 

[Shifting]

NOONE: Um… Alright then. 

[Noone puts on the device. Everything except Noone’s voice becomes slightly muffled]

NOONE: [pause] A pendant?

OTTO: This belonged to someone very important. Gazing into its spiral always gave me relief. I found it can be used to offer my patients that same relief through hypnotherapy… which will help you remember this, um…

NOONE: The Candleman. It’s my name for him.

[Shifting]

OTTO: I’d like you to gaze into the spiral. Watch it sway, back and forth. Back, and forth. Fall into the endless turning of the pattern within. As you drift away, drift back into dreaming. Drift into a world coming clearer. 

NOONE: Y-Yes… I see.

OTTO: Then, tell me of… the Candleman. 

NOONE, narrating: …The candleman stood before me. On the rooftop. [Faint, low breathing] He wore… a long filthy jacket. His presence…. it reminded me of… when the tide goes out. And his face… it moved beneath his hat. Like soup. Bits and pieces rising and sinking. Wait… I can see a little better now. 

NOONE: H-His eyes… are long slits. Skin-rough, sagging… like melting wax. He didn’t speak, but somehow I knew. The Candleman wanted me to open myself. To this place. Yes, he has for a while now. Every night. 

OTTO: (muffled) Every night?

NOONE: Oh. I can see it all. A web. He’s… been with me this whole time. Watching. Observing. Waiting…

OTTO: What does he want?

NOONE: I don’t know… [muffled yelling] Someone shouting. I turn to look,

OTTO: I’d like to keep talking about-

NOONE: No! When I turn back, the Candleman was gone. I-I rush to the ladder [Dream!Noone running, clunk]. At the bottom stood a- wart-covered brute with filthy arms. He must have broken away from the boardwalk, and something hung in his hand, flapping l-like a fish. He headed to the Bathhouse and… something told me to follow. 

[clanking]

NOONE: As I climb down the ladder, I passed by an open shop window, and poked my head inside. The merchant… spoke in- a raspy voice, [overlapping] “What’s your pleasure?” A desperate moan came from the customer, and he said [overlapping whisper] “Suds. To cleanse this profound skin.” And then… the merchant lifted- a bottle of pink liquid, and said “This will ease your pain.”

[Dream!Noone continues climbing down, lands]

NOONE: A-at the bottom of the ladder, Jester wasn’t there, so… I set off, making my way through- the overgrowth, that had eaten up the land around the Bathhouse.

[plants rustling] 

NOONE: Until, I reached some vines, crawling up a fogged window. 

[Window being opened, Dream!Noone entering and landing on the floor]

NOONE: I was in some kind of- store closet. [water dripping] The shelves were lined with… cleaning chemicals, and… brushes and buckets. The stink of bleach stung my eyes, so I rush through the door. 

[heavy door opening, echoey bath splashing]

NOONE: A room with shallow pools. And the same polluted taste in the air, as the stream by our apartment. 

OTTO: [writing, muffled] Water parasite preoccupation-

NOONE, Not narrating: (distressed) Something lives on. Even after the cure! Pinching my skin, pulling my organs, my head’s like- cracked pavement and my scalp is- itchy!- So itchy- urgh!!!

OTTO: Enough! Enough scratching. 

[Beeping, clicking as Otto unstraps the device. Beeping powers down, audio is clearer]

OTTO: (comforting) Noone, listen. There’s nothing on you. Nothing inside, either. It’s only you and me, and nothing else. 

[Two pops. Earplugs are removed, Noone gasps, audio is completely clear]

OTTO: It’s alright. You’re back. Safe and sound, as promised. 

NOONE: …Did…did it work? Were details glued back together?

OTTO: Some. Though many pieces are still missing… and this continual mention of headaches concerns me. I’ll look into possible causes and see what can be done. For now; the Bathhouse, you were inside, right?

NOONE, narrating: Yes. And, there was steam hung in the air, making it hard to see anything but… shapes. The shapes of… Bathers, unrobed and- unmasked. Some levered away, some crouched in the water, others huffed the sauna steam. The biggest… sat scrubbing himself with… [child struggling] with something that appeared alive. 

[distant splash, more struggling noises, scrubbing]

NOONE: Creeping through the steam, I hid behind a bucket [splash, child whines, growly mumbling] The big one… was before me, [Child yelling, growly voice] barely resembling a human. His- body was… raw and brown, and he rapidly repeated “Divide the grime from the divine” over and over. I suddenly realized wha- [splash, Jester struggling] who… the creature was scrubbing with.

NOONE: [Jester yells, scrubbing] It was poor Jester, sobbing and thrashing for his life. S-Stumbling in horror, I… I slipped on the slimey [squeak] tile and-

[all background noise stops]

NOONE: The whole room went silent, as they turned their heads… and began a haunting chant.

NOONE: (overlapping whisper) “Cleanse her, cleanse her!” Voices piled as their shapes stood and staggered into view, th-their bodies scrubbed into- raw spectacles, there was nothing I could do for Jester! So, I- I picked myself up, and ran for the door, but it was shut tight! [door clicking, whispers get louder] The Bathers drew near, arms reaching out, [more struggling] my hands grazed a crevice on the wall, which- which I slip- through just in time. 

[Whispers stop, door clattering, Dream!Noone breathing hard]

NOONE: There I stood in the storeroom, once more. The window was open [knocks on the door]- my one chance to escape. I climbed the shelves, [jars clinking] avoiding the jars and containers that filled the room with chemical stink. 

[knock, door breaks down]

NOONE: Glancing back, I saw the monster, standing in the broken door frame- Jester’s limp body under his arm. 

[clanking]

NOONE: His… wart-covered hand reached up, [Growl, Dream!Noone yelps] grabbing my leg, violently pulling me away, [shelf creaks] and all I could do was reach in hope, [creak] my hands grasped a jar full of white liquid, [creak, yelp] and as he ripped me down-

[Entire shelf breaks]

NOONE: The jar followed. 

[Glass breaks, Bather roars & groans. Everything goes quiet]

NOONE: The liquid covered him, head to toe, unleashing a cloud of gas that burned the very air, washing over me, sending me into darkness. …A strange satisfaction came from melting down that vile man. I wasn’t like that moth, searching for the light. I was quite… happy, surrounded by the dark. 

NOONE, finishing: Soon enough… I was back here. In the Copy. 

OTTO: …Hmm… A more intense, personally-rooted conflict this time, a desire to be clean- perhaps to wash away memories of an invasive experience that your anxiety is fixated on. Yet, what bemuses me is your insistence on actuality; claiming material presence of others, and environment. 

NOONE: But, didn’t you say I could be sharing dreams?

OTTO: Yes, but that’s a different phenomenon. We must prescribe further research. I will need to begin nightly tests and observations to aid in reaching differential diagnosis. 

NOONE: Experiments! Do we have to, Otto?

OTTO: They’ll help you feel better! And that’s what you want, isn’t it?

NOONE: …Well… yes. Of all things, it’s the sound of mum saying “Ni-night” I miss most. 

[shifting as both get up]

OTTO: The stone becomes a little boulder!

NOONE: Pardon?

OTTO: The answer! To Jester’s joke! It’s an old one. 

NOONE: (whispering) The stone becomes a little boul… Oh, [giggle]

OTTO: Now, before you pop off to bed, [ceramic scrape] pick out another colorful delight for being such a good girl. 

[ceramic click, wrapper crinkling]

OTTO: Sweets, for my sweet. 

[Click]

[Outro plays] 

[solar-eclipsed]

[ID in alt]

OKAY BOOM. These doodles actually came way before the ones I first posted. I was planning on digitalizing them but I never really found the time LMAO and I liked my original line work here a lot.

This would’ve happened after my previous post about this I think!! Not entirely sure since there isn’t really a clear idea for this whole thing yet, I just think it’s fun

Oh! And yes. “Wanda” was absolutely from Wander having to reel back after nearly shouting out his actual name. “Apple Von Cider” was a little bit him feeling silly though <3

[Text-Only Transcript Under Cut]

[1. Lord Hater: “Wanda Apple Von Cider, Will you marry me?”

2. Wander: “Oh- Oh my!”

3. Wander: “Why, I’m mighty flattered you’d want to marry me- And I’d love to!”

4. Wander: “But oh- aren’t we movin’ (moving) just a touch too fast? I don’t wanna rush into this Hatey!” Then, in parentheses “can’t say that’s very healthy after all-“

5. Lord Hater: “No. Wanda, you’re the most honest, loving, and perfect woman I have ever met, it’ll never be too fast or too early-“

6. Lord Hater: “And honestly? The idea of you not marrying me makes me want to blow the whole universe up!”

Behind Hater, “Death ray” is written behind him.

7. No text.

8. “Why- I guess I can’t say no!~” with a heart symbol at the end. The word “End” is written in the bottom right corner. ]

[trubblegumm]

hey!!! I'm in love with your separated ay and your 2k animation was 🤌

i was wondering if you'd mind me writing a ficlet/half-shot based off the animatic..? it'd be pretty much just a transcript of my interpretation of it :)

tbf it'd probably never get published anywhere but I could post it and mention you if you wanted (probably on my alt acc) :)

if you don't want me to that's fine as well I just have things swimming in the brain soup at the moment

OHHH MY GOODNESS ID BE HONOURED! I’d love to be able to read it too if you ever do post it— but only if you’re comfortable! Thank you so much for asking :)!!

[maiji]

[images: First three pages of a comic drawn in ink.]

A YYH North Bound story. semarikuru  ("loom") is a 7-page comic. Alt text, full transcript and commentary continue below the cut.

[images: Remaining four pages of comic drawn in ink.]

[page 1] *Hokushin is meditating in seiza/formal seated position with other monks. Text below him reads “semarikuru (loom) - a North Bound story by Maiji”*

[page 2] *Closeup of Hokushin’s face, with eyes closed. The scene shifts to a memory, or perhaps a dream.* ?: Do you think I’m a fool?

[page 3] *A younger Hokushin from the Kamakura era looks up to see Raizen, in a more human disguise, grinning at him. Hokushin’s expression becomes annoyed.* Hokushin: Whyever would you ask me that, my lord? Is it because we find ourselves unceremoniously departing yet another village as a result of your numerous indiscretions? Raizen: Oh, I wasn’t talking about that. (ha ha ha) Hokushin: If you’re asking if you’re stupid about something in particular, you’ll need to be more specific.

[page 4] Raizen: My friends all thought I’d gone mad. *Raizen’s words overlay a flashback of the kudakusushi.* After just one night with her.  And I never even told her my idea. That’s ridiculous, isn’t it? *Hokushin turns his head away from Raizen* Hokushin: If I didn’t believe in your vision, I wouldn’t be here.

[page 5] *He continues walking ahead of Raizen, pushing aside a drooping flowering tree branch.* And you had one night. There are those who have done far more for far less. Some are content to have merely spent time at the other’s side, with no promise of anything. Raizen: I guess that’s true.

[page 6] *Past Hokushin closes his eyes. Scene fades into the petals from the flowering trees back to the present day. Present-day Hokushin opens his eyes and turns his head slightly.*

[page 7] *Hokushin looks out towards the tower where Raizen’s chamber is. The rumbling of Raizen’s stomach fills the air, growing louder. Text reads: “semarikuru (loom) - end”*

My goal here was to try to create a dreamlike mood, moving from reflection/rumination to something brighter than reality that feels inevitable. The knowledge of something looming and casting an invisible shadow over your daily existence, slowly closing that distance in time and space, with nothing you can do about it.

As I mentioned years ago (in the author’s notes of Part 2 of the story Familiar, it’s not clear whether or not Hokushin knew the true cause of Raizen’s abstinence - his life-changing meeting and relationship with the remarkable kudakusushi and subsequent decision to stop eating humans. When Hokushin explains their circumstances to Yusuke, he avoids the details of why Raizen doesn’t eat humans anymore, saying simply that he doesn’t know/understand the king’s reasons. In hindsight, this seems odd considering what a huge deal it is for the fate of their entire kingdom, and knowing Hokushin is Raizen’s right hand. It can be interpreted in a vague, deferring and deflecting way. When I first started North Bound, I wasn’t sure - hadn’t decided - whether or not Hokushin knew. By the time I got to Familiar, I suspected he might. With semarikuru, I decided he does. He just doesn’t see it as his place to be the one to tell Yusuke Raizen’s story, certainly not while Raizen is still alive.

It’s been a while since I did rough messy comics in my sketchbook, so that was fun! The idea for semarikuru came relatively early on in the development of North Bound, but I only started sketching the first few pages this year. Then they sat around for months until this past weekend, when I discovered Yahiro no Kage (sung by Horiuchi Kenyuu, Hokushin’s voice actor), which gave me the MOTIVATION AND POWER I needed to finish this!! Thank you surrogate Hokushin character image song!!!

I’m trying to use up more of my J. Herbin Cacao du Bresil ink (the warm, lavender-pink-brown-grey used throughout the flashback/dream sequence). The dialogue and present-day frames are in a permanent grey ink with Ink Institute’s Cat at Dusk for shading. Cat at Dusk is a very interesting ink; when it’s first laid down, it looks almost greenish grey, then starts to warm up. It too has lavendar-pinky tones to it, but leaning much cooler, and when layered on itself in washes, its edges tend to turn a light aqua. It reminds me of a lighter Diamine Earl Grey.

I was at the end of my sketchbook (started in December 2020!!) so this also ended up turning into an exercise of “can I tighten this script and paneling and transitions to squeeze it into seven pages without messing up the feeling of the pacing too much??” I kept swapping between half-hearted thumbnails and sketching panels right on the page, and turning the page and counting what was left and going oh nooo must compress further… But I managed.

Onto the next North Bound story! And a new sketchbook!

[alto-tenure]

ok so. thanks to those last couple posts I made I finally got around to transcribing what the Azran chant Aurora makes says, approximately. my ear isn’t that well-trained for this type of transcription, and I’m not perfect at using the International Phonetic Alphabet either, so not everything is going to match up, but I tried my best. feel free to reblog with any corrections. I was wrong a couple posts ago; I think the only phoneme that isn’t in English is the alveolar trill? But that could just be the echo attached to the sound bite; either way, I included it because I’m pretty sure it isn’t the echo. Anyways. I used that very broad transcription to mock up a phoneme inventory for the Azran language!

Here’s the consonants:

There is a non-trill rhotic in the language; you can hear it when Aurora first starts speaking. I also have trouble hearing the difference between the voiced dental fricative and the unvoiced dental fricative. I went with the unvoiced for this chart because I think it’s more common, and the Azran language in general tends for the unvoiced.

Don’t ask me about /n/ and /l/; that’s the IPA chart, not me. There aren’t any postalveolar sounds in the Azran language from the samples we have of it.

Okay. Vowel inventory, which was much, much harder.

Why this was so hard: fucking diphthongs ruining my life and making it a lot more complicated. The word “ambrosia” has the diphthong of /oʊ/ which means both /o/ and /ʊ/ have to be in it. I’m not in the mood to assign a diphthong inventory to anything, but I’d probably say that /ai/ is in there and the aforementioned diphthong as well.

Of course, this is not a complete inventory. I’d say the vowels are probably complete; eight vowels is a reasonable amount for a language. The consonants, however...even if you include the rhotic (which isn’t in the chart because I couldn’t figure out where to put it), it’s still missing something. I do like that the language still manages to sound exotic without relying on the usual methods of making a language sound exotic (which usually consist of using the glottal stop and velar fricative. Glottal stop is kind of like an h but you stop making the sound partway through, and the velar fricative is that sound at the end of “loch” that a lot of English speakers have trouble with.)

EDIT: Added image descriptions into alt text instead to increase readability.

[princess-of-purple-prose]

[ID: Two excerpts from the Silt Verses transcripts. Copied from alt:

1.

CARPENTER: I…loved that boy like the brother I’d lost.

And he turned on me to save his own skin.

Hesitated for a second before he did. Maybe one second, that was what he gave me.

And the truly shitty thing is that even now I can’t decide, I’ve been turning it over and over, every night, shivering in the rain-

-if I was ever to see him again, whether I’d grip my hands around his fucking neck and watch him gasp his final breaths, or if I’d hold him close and exalt that we were both still alive in spite of everything.

2.

FAULKNER: (Hatefully, from out-of-sight) You killed her, Rane.

She survived so much, she fought so hard.

The whole world to choose from, and yet my sister was the one you landed on.

SIBLING RANE: Uh - who?

FAULKNER: (Roaring, from out-of-sight) YOU KILLED CARPENTER!

Silence. RANE takes a step back.

SIBLING RANE: (Very nervous, and not knowing what to say) No, High Prophet. You killed her. The honour sits with you. It was your achievement.

It’s already written into the Verses. You - I would not take that away from you. End ID]

huge moment for siblings who make cain and abel look normal and well-adjusted

[amazinglyegg]

hopefully this goes through?

would you be willing to provide alt text in the gifs for this post?

https://www.tumblr.com/amazinglyegg/747529102315143168/maximus-proving-that-the-brotherhood-doesnt-have

no worries if you don’t - it’s your blog and your gifs - just thought i’d ask

either way 😁 thanks for making gifs of the scene i thought it was beyond hilarious 😂

Thanks for reminding me, anon! I don't add alt text to my posts because the icon tends to block the images, and in this case the subtitles, but I usually add a transcription for these types of posts and forgot to last night!

I've added a transcription for the dialogue now!

[galaxyeyedphoton]

With the unfortunate news of Takahashi’s passing today, I thought I would dig up my old draft of an interview from 2016 that I didn’t get around to posting before (although it’s probably already been posted elsewhere since then of course)

Since the images are a little blurry/hard to read with the bright colors, I added a transcript below. I apologize though, I don’t know how to properly add/write alt texts, maybe this is alright enough? But if anyone wishes to add an alt text/image ID feel free to use a copy of this !

Interview transcript:

“Weekly Shonen Jump Interview!

Jump Festa 2016 Interviews: Kazuki Takahashi 

Here’s the latest in our series of Jump Festa 2016 interviews, in which we asked a bunch of manga artists the same set of eight questions. This week, we present Kazuki Takahashi, the creator of Yu-Gi-Oh!

Shonen Jump: In a word of two, what does Shonen Jump mean to you?

Takahashi Sensei: The female readership has increased a lot lately, but at its heart it’s shonen manga. Though I’m not sure what’s going on lately with the Jump staples of “friendship, hard work, victory” because I haven’t been keeping up with recent series, but to me Shonen Jump is all about providing children with dreams.

SJ: What about manga?

Takahashi Sensei: Well, as seen with Yu-Gi-Oh!, it can become the foundation for so many different media. It’s entertainment - it’s about having people read your story. It’s also the simplest form of entertainment. It’s cheap - all you need is a pen and paper and anybody can create a story. That’s what makes it amazing. Even a single person can create an entire new world.

SJ: Is there something that you are really into or excited about recently?

Takahashi Sensei: I want to get into Monster Hunter. I’m doing a collaboration with that popular video game series so I’m trying to get into it. But I’m not there yet. I’m still getting used to the controls. I’m looking forward to getting addicted.

SJ: Is there something you are excited about for 2016?

Takahashi Sensei: It’s gotta be the new movie. A theatrical Yu-Gi-Oh! movie will be released in 2016. It’s the twentieth anniversary since the series began, so I created a story for the move that continues the original manga. I’m really looking forward to that and I hope the fans are as well.

SJ: Which of your characters would you want to hang out with at a New Year’s party?

Takahashi Sensei: Jonouchi would probably be the life of the party and make things fun. I don’t think Kaiba would even show up for a New Year’s party. I really don’t think I’d want him there either. [laughs]

SJ: Have you ever had dreams about your manga characters?

Takahashi Sensei: Dreams about my manga characters...? Hmm... Have I ever had one? I don’t think I have. I’m not sure, but I don’t really dream about my art. So if my characters appeared as real people, I might not know who’s supposed to be who.

SJ: How does it feel when you come to events like Jump Festa and see so many fans?

Takahashi Sensei: I’m just incredibly happy that so many people have come here today. I just had the stage show, and seeing that many fans out there was great. I don’t have that many chances to interact with Yu-Gi-Oh! fans, so it’s a great honor when I do.

SJ: There are a lot of fans out there who read your manga in English. Do you have a message for them?

Takahashi Sensei: I know there are a lot of fans overseas, and I want to thank them from the bottom of my heart. And if they get the chance to see the new movie, I’d be really happy. It continues the story from where the original manga left off, so it should be very exciting.”