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king-shane-of-the-redcloaks · 7 months ago

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what's your relationship like with abeke at the moment?

Let's see . . . I have apologized to her several times, and I'm pretty sure she's forgiven me, but sometimes she holds my betrayal over my head when she wants to get out of petty household chores. Like one time, she wanted to go hunting with Uraza, and I had a few messages to send and couldn't finish doing the dishes. So I asked her to do it. She then proceeded to tell me that I owe her "1001 chores before I'll forgive you for real", which I'm almost certain was a joke. But just in case, I did the dishes that day. That same day, Uraza vomited all over her favorite pants, and she made me wash them! I don't think she's actually counting, because I'm supposed to be on 896 right now, but yesterday, Abeke told me that I owe her "like 800-ish" more chores. I didn't correct her, but that makes me think she wasn't really being serious. However, on the small chance she is, I'm counting and keeping very close track in a log called "Chores for Abeke's forgiveness", which has dates and details.

I don't like the way the other Redcloaks talk about us, though. I caught Worthy smirking at me one time when she was correcting my thumb's position while teaching me to nock arrows. I don't really know what that was about. But Worthy is part cat, so maybe his face just looks like that (Abeke's does sometimes, and she's not even a cat, just bonded to one), so I let that go. But after I implemented the rule that Abeke was off-limits to talk smack about, Talon made a very unfunny and implicative drawing about me and Abeke. I won't describe the details, but it was very inaccurate and not at all true. She then spread it through the Redcloak ranks, and even though there were only about fifty of us, it was still heavily annoying to deal with, especially since that was around the time I was trying to whip them all into shape. Also, one of the Redcloaks that was supposed to be cleaning the balcony of our base threw flower petals down at us while I was showing Abeke around the courtyard that was directly beneath it. I haven't figured out who was responsible for that, but I'm almost certain it was Howl. I've had several talks with the Redcloaks telling them that this is inappropriate behavior and that I am their leader and should be showed the proper respect, but they have all aligned against me and continue to disobey my very clear orders. Sometimes, when we get a new recruit who doesn't know all the rules yet, they offer to be my wingman/woman, and I have to correct them and tell them that I feel absolutely nothing for Abeke. I have no idea where these rumors are coming from, since I am not in love with Abeke and that is clear to anyone with a functioning brain. So I am choosing to believe that the Redcloaks do this because they're bored and annoying me is fun.

Other than that, my relationship with Abeke is very good. We recently went on a hunting excursion together in Nilo. Well, that was unofficially. Officially, I was going between several areas in Nilo to try to show goodwill to the people that I regretfully treated quite poorly in my former life. I even found a few more Redcloak recruits, which is always good. But we had to do a lot of hunting together while traveling, and even though she made me do a lot of the skinning and preparing, it was still fun. I think Uraza is starting to warm up to me, too, but she reminds me of the Redcloaks when they're at their most annoying. She once nudged me into Abeke, which Abeke claimed was an accident. I'm inclined to believe that, since she's Abeke's spirit animal, but I still don't like the implication. Anyway, we stopped by Abeke's home before we left Nilo, and I almost punched her father in the face (Abeke stopped me) and called her sister something I probably shouldn't repeat. I don't really know why she puts up with those two when she has an amazing, supportive family at Greenhaven, and hopefully someday she'll realize that and cut them off.

#shane gets an ask #spirit animals #spirit animals books #spirit animals series

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bringingourrealitys2life · 2 years ago

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Raising A Tello - Year Five

It's far from unexpected to open Donnie's door and find a screen hidden under the covers after bedtime. Especially after Karai went behind their backs and gave him a tablet during their last Mutation Day. When cornered about it, she dismissed him with a casual, "He's a techie, Leo. Let him have his tech.".

While that is a legitimate observation, it’s not a real reason to offer unlimited tech to a child. Anything Don had was built from his own intelligence and resourcefulness. He'd made a laptop all on his own from books and broken parts. He'd earned the right to use it, and Splinter couldn't very well dictate a device that he'd spent hours crafting by hand.

This is a different story. Leo knew she had Yoshi pretty darn spoiled, but he's trying to teach Donnie the importance of good habits and proper eyesight- which involves not getting him attached to a device that he sneaks to bed every other night to play with under his blanket.

And maybe he would make a device of his own someday, but for now...

"Oh, Dee." He hums ominously as he draws the blanket from over his head, readying himself for a light scolding before he removes the tablet from his possession until they can have a real conversation at breakfast.

When he finds a look that's drenched in guilt as the pillow is roughly dragged down to cover the screen, Leo's big brother senses go on high alert.

"Leo!" He yanks off the earbuds that he must have borrowed from Mikey before Leo swipes the tablet, flicking open the password-free device. "Leo, wait, I-!"

It's a long list of files that seemed vaguely familiar, each one a jumble of letters and numbers.

Leo disconnects the wire, pressing one with a tense frown. He pales as a familiar face pops onto the screen; a voice that had faded from memory ringing brightly through the speakers.

"This is it. Today's the day." A long breath of relief is released as a bright smile reveals a gap. "Project Roboturtle's blueprints are finished and I'm going to start on the body. Thanks to Mikey's creative genius, I have a wide range of new ideas to add to this baby."

He glances at something on the tablet in front of him. "I... Think I'm going to take Leo's advice. Stick with the old AI code..." There's a pause as brown eyes sadden before he looks up. "Maybe I'll be able to do it again. It won't be him, but it can't hurt to try."

Leo stops the video with a shaky hand. An intelligent gaze brimming with life and loss stares back with the renewed inspiration that Leo had helped influence. He'd always felt bad for being part of the reason that they'd lost Metalhead, and when Don had nervously brought the suggestion up years later, Leo had jumped on it.

He helped whenever he could, eager to show all the support that he neglected previously.

Roboturtle lays unfinished in the lab.

"Donnie." He makes sure his voice is steady as he addresses the turtle with a bowed head. "What is this?"

"SD card. It has a bunch of videos." He fiddles with his hands. "I- Found them in the lab."

Them. His heart rate picks up. "How many are there?"

Donnie stares at his hands.

"Donnie." An edge enters his voice. These had been here all this time and none of them knew it. How did they forget that? "I want you to tell me where you found these."

"They're mine." His voice rises a bit as his fingers entwine. "I just wanted to watch them."

"They're not. You know that. That's why you hid them from us." Leo turns off the screen, ignoring the ache deep in his chest. "I can't believe you'd do that."

"I didn't want you to take them." His younger brother pleads as he looks up. "Please, they're mine. I made them! That's me!"

"No." Leo feels along the edge and then presses down. The SD card comes out easily. "I can't let you keep this."

"But it's mine!" Fury and desperation mix in his expression. "You can't do that!"

"Watch me." Leo shoves it in a belt pocket and then holds up the tablet. "And you're losing this too until you show me where the rest of them are."

"That's not fair!"

"It's plenty fair." Leo narrows his eyes. "They don't belong to you."

"They don't belong to you either!"

"Maybe not." His hand tightens around the stupid tablet that he should never have allowed Donnie to have in the first place. "But that doesn't give you the right. I should have known you were too young for this responsibility."

"You're not listening-!"

"We trusted you!" Leo snaps. "We trusted you, Donnie! Don't act like I'm the villain!"

"This is why!" Donnie practically screams, fingers digging into the bed. "I didn't tell you because I knew you'd be mean and now you're being mean and it's not fair because it's mine!"

"They are not!"

"They are!"

"Would you stop-"

"That's me!"

"YOU’RE NOT HIM!"

Donnie flinches and the room light flicks on. "Leo?"

Leo faces the floor, grinding down on his teeth and taking a moment to collect himself. He breathes out and looks up. "Sorry, Mike. Didn't mean to get loud."

"No big." He steps in with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "What's going on?"

"Donnie..." Leo glances at him pensively and realizes that he isn't even bothering to face him anymore, body turned away and curled in on itself, facing the wall away from them. Leo's patience snaps. "Nothing. Something to deal with in the morning. Hamato Donnie, I better come back and find you asleep or you'll be permanently kissing this goodbye."

Without another word, Leo storms from the bedroom, refusing to acknowledge the other turtle that they must have woken up as he heads to the kitchen. He shoves the problematic tablet into the highest shelf.

He flings the curtains as he exits, planning to head to the dojo to blow off some steam, only to practically slam into a brother.

Leo steps back in exasperation. "What?"

Raph narrows his gaze. "What'd you do?"

"I didn't do anything," Leo growls as he shoves past. "How about you go interrogate the little liar?"

"Stop it." Raph grabs his arm. Leo refuses to look at him. "What'd he do?"

"Raph-"

"Let's not act like I won't hear the whole story in some big lecture tomorrow." Raph tightens his grip to keep the eldest in place. "When Donnie is red face and yelling, what do you always say?"

"I'm not in the mood-"

"Didn't ask."

"Raphael, would you just-!"

"What do you say?!"

Leo sucks in a deep breath, holds it for a few beats, and then releases it. He continues steadying his breathing until his heart rate settles and the urge to maul something dissipates. The anger is still buzzing under his skin and pressing down on his chest, but it's a bit more manageable.

Raph seems to reach the same conclusion.

He releases his arm. "Great. Okay. Run down. Now."

Leo opens and closes his hands, letting out a final sigh. "Remember those records Don used to take?" Raph frowns in thought. "Talking about his inventions and blueprints and all kinds of other stuff he'd rather talk to a screen about than us?"

"Yeah, 'cause we couldn't understand half of it." Raph huffs with a tinge of amusement. Leo gives him a sharp look as it starts to dawn on him. "Wait, did- did Donnie find those?"

"He's been watching them behind our backs." Leo stops leaning his weight away when he realizes that Raph has every intention of having this conversation. "He won't tell me where the others are. Says they're his."

"They kinda are." Raph shrugs half-heartedly. "He just doesn't remember making them."

"They're not." Leo challenges fiercely. "Whatever happened to 'different turtle, different kid' and 'can't make him Don 'cause he's his own turtle'?"

"And I stand by that 'cause it's true." Raph scowls. "But treatin' him like this Donnie doesn't mean we ignore that he was also Don."

"I'm not ignoring that! It's just-" Leo cuts himself off, trying desperately to put the reality into words. "Don't you hear the way he talks sometimes? Like, when he talks about Don? It's constantly I made or I did or straight-up claiming Don's stuff as his! He didn't do those things! Any of them! He's not in those stories! This wasn't him."

"We know that, but he's five." Raph crosses his arms. "He's still figuring things out. It took us forever. Gonna take him some time too. Most kids don't grow up hearing stories about themselves."

"I know!" Leo throws up his hands. "Of course, I know that!"

"Then what is the big deal?"

"I don't know!"

"Not good enough!" Raph growls. "You can't wake up the entire lair screaming at our little brother for no reason!"

"I was not screaming and there was a good reason! He was going behind our backs!"

"You were! And he's a kid! He's gonna mess up!" Raph jabs a finger at his plastron. "But I've heard you lecture him enough time to know you know that. So what's. Your. Problem?"

"Why do I always have to be the bad guy?"

"You're not always the bad guy, but you are acting like a total jerk!" Raph shoves him. "Now man up and give me a good reason or I'm giving that tablet back!"

"We talked about undermining me-!"

"And we talked about not screaming at Donnie but here you are not taking your own advice!"

"He yelled first!"

"HE'S FIVE!"

"HE-!"

"-IS DON WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!"

Leo snaps his mouth shut, heart pounding against his ribs and adrenaline coursing through his veins. He doesn't know why he's madly struggling against a flight-or-flight instinct, but he plants his feet, forcing himself to stay put.

Raph stares him down. "One day he's gonna look like Don. He's gonna talk like Don. He's gonna invent and ramble and even yell like Don. And you can't be mad at him for that."

"I wasn't-"

"Would you just let me be right for once?!"

Leo looks away.

The hothead scowls. "Look, I get it. Sometimes I can't look at the picture in the dojo 'cause he'll be meditating with you and- and he's right there, but it feels- it feels like- I dunno, like Splinter." Raph gestures uselessly at nothing and then heaves a heavy sigh. "I get it. I hate it. But I can't be mad at him. That's not fair. He's just as confused as me and you."

Leo blinks away the collecting moisture. "He went behind my back."

Raph raises an eye ridge. "You ever think he might have a reason for that? He figured out Splinter all on his own. And you know how we handled it?"

Leo's heart sinks. "Yelled."

"Yeah." Raph lowers his hands.

A beat of silence passes between them.

"...He's a smart kid. He'll figure this out."

"I know."

"Do you?"

Leo swallows a mixture of emotions. "I'm a bad brother."

"You messed up." Raph rebukes. "So fix it."

Leo looks towards the bedrooms and Raph shakes his head. "Tomorrow. You gotta shake yourself off. Let Mikey do damage control." He hesitates and admits. "Don't think the squirt will want to talk to you anyway."

Leo's shoulders slump and Raph lightly hits one, trying to offer some comfort. "Get some sleep."

"Night Raph."

He watches his younger brother head back to the bedrooms and lets out a long sigh, turning back for the kitchen. He swishes the curtain and plops on an island chair. After a long moment of staring blankly at the island, he gets out his t-phone and the SD card.

He flips it between his fingers, stomach churning in an emotion that he can't quite describe.

He puts it in, takes a deep breath, and presses play.

***

It's hard to avoid anyone in a home as small as theirs, so self-seclusion is the only way to successfully never interact with whoever is upsetting them. When Donnie doesn't show up for breakfast or lunch, Leo knows he has to do something before his younger brother's reluctance to conflict drives him to starve himself.

So he orders his younger brother's favorite pizza, swallows his pride, and heads to his bedroom.

"Dee? You hungry?"

His younger brother is curled around the teddy propped in his lap, duck-taped chest mostly covered by a comfy purple t-shirt with a science beaker bubbling over. He doesn't say anything in response to Leo's call, mutely staring through the words in the textbook in front of him.

Leo lets another minute tick by. "...I just want to talk, little brother."

Another beat of silence and then a timid, "No yelling?"

"No yelling." He swears as he enters the premises, sitting down on the bed next to him. He closes the textbook that Donnie clearly isn't reading anyway, and sets the pizza down in its place. Donnie lets the bear sag in order to grab an offered slice.

Leo sighs when he refuses to look up. "Look, Donnie, I shouldn't have... Reacted the way I did last night. It wasn't fair and... Maybe a little mean."

Donnie swallows. "Yeah."

"But- you know I wasn't trying to be mean, right?"

"Yeah."

"You just- you can't take things that aren't yours, especially when you know you might get in trouble for it. It's dishonest and I expect better. You can't be going behind my back like that."

"Okay." Donnie takes another bite.

One-word answers. Leo can tell he's not really listening. Frustration spikes and he feels his fingers tighten on his lap, nails digging into skin, but he allows himself a moment to think before speaking. He breathes in slowly, manually loosening his fingers until they're flat against his thigh, and then lets it out.

He looks back to his younger brother, voice even, "Can you tell me what's on your mind?"

More silence stretches. Leo waits it out.

"I'm mad at you." There's a defeated finality to the bitterness. He bites into the cheesy crust and stares down at his plate. "You won't listen."

Leo hesitates on an answer. He knows that Donnie doesn't have much of a right to be mad. He's the entire reason this situation came to be.

Yeah, Leo scolded him, but only because he disobeyed. And maybe he raised his voice, but it wasn't like Donnie was being receptive! He heard all of his excuses, but that doesn't mean this is excusable. He should know better than this kind of dishonesty. It's unacceptable! What's so hard to understand?

And yet, if he comes down on him for admitting his perspective and feelings, Donnie will only duck further out of this and future hard discussions. How does one get through to a five-year-old that his judgment sucks?

Leo sighs. "I'm sorry."

The statement leaves an off taste on his tongue, but he knows that the best way to reach a disgruntled brother is a bit of humility. "I did more talking over you than I did listening to you last night, didn't I?"

Donnie nods, peeking sideways at him. Leo offers a small smile, "We can try the conversation again, if you want. Different this time. With us both listening."

His younger brother frowns, swallowing down the last of the slice. "I was listening."

"Were you?" Leo tries to hold back the bite. "Kinda seems like you were doing a good amount of talking over me too."

"You were angry 'cause I lied." Donnie states, voice stronger, the plate forgotten. "And it squished your corazon and that hurt."

These are obviously Mikey's words, but Leo lets it slide. Donnie wasn't the only brother who needed an outside perspective. "Donnie, I was upset because those weren't yours."

"They were!" Leo opens and shuts his mouth before he can give in to the knee-jerk reaction to correct him. "That's me. I'm not that big yet; I know- but I'll look like him and talk like him- he's me, just when I get bigger! That's the me I'm gonna be, Leo! I just wanna get him right!"

Leo's eyes widen. "No- no, Donnie, that's not-"

He knew it- he knew this would happen- he knew-

He struggles with the new panic until he can get it settled, trying not to look at the earnest eyes of his younger brother who can't possibly understand how impossible that is.

He tries again, "Donnie, you can't-"

His voice falters and he gives up, pushing the pizza to the side and holding out his arms. His younger brother's brows furrow, but he releases the bear to crawl forward, allowing Leo to scoop him into his lap.

Leo takes a calculated breath to calm his nerves. He feels the shifting of his brother as he gets himself comfortable- the present brother- his baby brother- the brother who might spend his entire life tearing himself apart trying to be someone who can't exist again- and blames the stinging of his eyes on the lack of sleep from the late night.

He waits till Donnie relaxes to mutter, "I don't want you to be him."

"What?" Donnie scans his expression with wide eyes. "But Don-"

"He's gone. And we're okay with that." Leo ignores the way his voice shakes. "He was someone else. He's Donatello, Don, and we loved him. And you're Donnie, our little Dee, and we love you too. We love you for different reasons, because of different things."

Donnie frowns skeptically. Leo hesitates, "Don never liked Space Heroes, you know that?"

"Really?" He gawks. "Not even Dr. Mindstrong?"

"Not even him." Leo vaguely recalls his irritation and disappointment, but it overlaps with clearer memories of laughter and fondness. "But we never miss an episode. And I've loved sharing it with you."

He gives that a moment to sink in, releasing his grip. "Do you think you're going to hate it tomorrow? Or in a year? Wake up and never want to watch it again?"

"No." He sounds almost offended. Leo tilts his head, "Then how can you be the same?"

Donnie stares at his plastron in deep thought. "But... But, he's- we're-"

"You look the same. Maybe you have the same interests. But that doesn't make you the same." Leo urges carefully, trying to make sure the message sticks. "And you don't have to be the same. Never. We love you how you are now. As Donnie."

Donnie leans against him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Leo squeezes gently.

"Even if Donnie is a liar?"

He huffs a laugh at the serious tone. "Yeah, well, then we might have a couple lectures lined up in our future, but I'd hope that this will be the last time you feel the need to lie." Leo studies the guilty face. "I don't like lies among family, Dee. You should be able to trust me."

"I didn't want to make you mad," Donnie admits. "I was only gonna watch one, but then- then Don was really interesting and-and smart an- and I just wanted to see more."

"I get that." Leo concedes, because he does, in a way. It had been hard for him to detach from the memories that came with every word of a past brother. "And I know this subject is delicate. And that you're used to it having... Bad results, when brought up... But when I say no, you have to trust that there's a good reason. Even if I seem mean."

His face scrunches. "I don't like when you're mean."

Leo scoffs and sets him back on the bed. "I gathered. Trust me, I'll work on it."

"And I'll work on it for not lying." Donnie decides as he gets to his feet. "And then no one ever has to be not listened to or mad."

"Sounds like a plan." Leo smiles and holds out his fist. Donnie bops it and they both vocalize explosions. His younger brother goes for the plate and Leo gets to his feet. "How about we head to the kitchen? There's more box to finish... If Mikey hasn't already gotten to it."

His youngest brother gasps. "Noooo- my pizza!"

He darts for the door and Leo watches him go, deciding to continue the conversations about the tablet and the rest of the missing cards later. He needs practice with this whole listening thing, but he'll work on it.

"MIKEY NO!"

"IT WASN'T ME!"

"IT'S IN YOUR MOU- RAPH THOSE ARE MINE-"

"I don't see your name!"

"LEOOO! LEO, THEY'RE EATING MY-!"

A loud squeal and laughter cut off the cry for help. Leo rolls his eyes and smiles fondly, switching off the light to head for the kitchen.

Looks like they're going to need another pizza order...

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magicstormfrostfire · 2 years ago

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Hey previous anon here, and I just wanted to say I adore your work, no matter the pairing. Equinox actually made me like the Scourge/Silver pairing. I personally just really enjoy your writing style, and the stories you make have always enraptured me.

I hope things get better soon, both in terms of your mental health and your financial situation. You’re a really awesome person and an amazing writer. My friends and I talk about your fics all the time, heck I actually tried to recommend Rose Drops to one of them and they had already read the whole thing. So, regardless of what you decide to do going forward, thank you for giving us these wonderful stories.

I sat on this ask for a while because there were a lot of good things I wanted to say, but it ended up being way too long. I couldn't find any proper words that conveyed exactly how much it means to me.

But what I can say, is this. Sonic is my friend. I dont think I'll ever leave the fandom forever. My stories either. I love them too much for that. I plan to come back to the fandom at some point when I get myself, my art, my world, and my feelings sorted out enough to handle it. But for now its gonna be little doodles and ocassional OC drawings to feel good, as I try to navigate...everything.

And thank you, I really appreciate it. I'm glad that you and your friends like my stories. Someday I'll finish them and make more.❤

#magicstormasks #asks

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bbq-hawks-wings · 8 months ago

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Queen Sonia and King Rauru in colored/dry watercolor pencil on toned paper.

Hey everyone, I haven't forgotten about those essays I mentioned and I fully intend to get to them as soon as I can because they're eating away at the back of my brain, but real life and family has to be tended to first until I get a lull in workload (lol). I wish I could begin to describe what's likely coming onto my plate for the next couple of years, but it's just too much of an operational security thing to feel secure divulging too much. I find myself in a weird middle ground between wanting to share details about my personal life, but I just don't think it's the time yet right now, if it ever will be. All the same, I hope someday I can share some of it with you.

Did this drawing over our family vacation and it's the first polished thing I've made in a while. Feels good. I've really been enjoying learning the ins and outs of the Zelda lore thanks to this game, specifically. I feel quite loved and respected by this franchise - hence why it's on my list of topics to eventually cover, I hope.

And to the anon I'd like to respond to quite soon, I wanted you to know that I wanted you to be part of this personal update, too. It's been hard for me to find the time to be active on the blog again, but it's sweet to know that my old stuff still gets found and somehow some of the past cringe I've posted isn't enough to scare people off from asking and interacting like the old days - assuming they've found and chosen to write off said cringe and I haven't just given myself away. Lol

Anyway, I felt you deserved a dedicated spot to shout out how appreciative I was at the respect and humility you've shown me in those messages, and I'd like to know what your question about Hawks is and maybe even answer it. I haven't followed the manga in years though I hear it's ending, and I did want to finish out reviewing the series after it's finished and I've had a chance to wrap up all my observations and feelings about it because - silly as it is - running and updating this blog was and still is a major, and even formative, part of my life I want to show due respect to as I can; but I'll talk more in the proper response.

Good to see the new and old faces in my feed still. You're on my mind a lot more than my activity level would suggest. Take care, everyone. I hope to catch up more soon.

#personal #she speaks #my art #I'll make a separate post with just the drawing for whoever would rather share that version

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joytraveler · 2 years ago

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66. Planet of Pisces II

Syrupentine: I know you're drawing out the tension but come on, it's staring us right in the face! Llord_Kuruku: planet of pisces 2, part 2, the clone wars Klickitat_Street: I hope this isn't where the games start to repeat, that last one kind of sucked

"Mmp, caffeine." Bea just finishes the last of her coffee. "Time for Bea's coffee reviews. This is dark roast. It's very bitter, just like me. Well that's the show, thanks for coming by everyone"

HNV: Oh good, Bea's doing impressions of obsure Phoenix Wright characters

"Wait I am? Who are you.. oh, uh YEAH yeah, good reference huh? Anywho.." With her nerves steadied, its time to move on. "POP2, 2! It's two pops, it's twice as many dads, you have to save BOTH your dads this time and they're in opposite corners of the universe! It's very inconvenient."

The new Planet of Pisces 2 starts with a familiar-looking house appearing on the title screen, pink and blue in the rising sun! This title screen is much more dramatic than the other one, with the title and the Roman numeral 2 fading in slowly as the sun rises, tranquil music playing.

HNV: Hey that's the house they built at the end of POP1! Syrupentine: Hey that's the house from Last Of Them All! ... HNV: Jinx? Partly? TaichouSenseiKun: Holy shit I think its both Baconnaise: We have continuity. except not really cause things aren't all ruined yet wait which comes before the other Syrupentine: Now I have a weird tummy feeling because I didn't realize Last Of Them All didn't take place on Earth

When the game begins, a new screen appears but with familiar sprites: it's the kids from Last Of Them All, but this is a character-naming screen!

"Oh we're naming him Glem this time, I'll show you who's dead, game!" The default name on the screen is GUREMU, but Glem fits in even easier

berd_snurglar: damn bea show some respe- oh

A star appears when she types in the name, looks like Glem approves!

HNV: What were the other kids' names? There was Zark and Morg and the baby was something Glockroach: Narp, Grunk, and Splongus. Splongus was always my favorite aroseahorseboy: someday we will learn why joyce named all her babies after stomach noises

When Bea has named all the kids, the game begins proper, irising in on the house... and it was indeed the house from Last Of Them All. The second floor layout is the same, the family is the same! The only difference is that this time, instead of 'Zoku', she's playing Glem.

TaichouSenseiKun: Glem inherits the burning fighting spirit and hair of his mother

First things first, Bea tries talking to the other family members in turn! Glem's little brother Renk is playing with a truck downstairs. "Is there gonna be a special breakfast or are we gonna eat at the carnival?"

berd_snurglar: something smells Renk am i right folks, hah thank you

The twin brothers, Zork and Marg, come tumbling down the stairs wrestling with each other, just like the last time they were seen. "Glem! Go get mom and dad!" "Yeah, Glem! Go get dad and mom!"

"This is before we go to the carnival and get sent back in time! Gotta go get the folks again... HEY MA GET UP, it's Glem. Not dead anymore, feeling pretty good today actually!"

Mom and Dad are asleep in their room, and all Dad will say, just like last time is "mmm... ask your mom."

But Joyce wakes up and says. "That's right, it's your big day! We're going to enter your invention in the contest at the fair! Are you excited?"

Whether Bea chooses YES or NO, Joyce's answer is the same. "You should be very proud of yourself even if you don't win! But i'm sure you will, yours is the best I've ever seen, especially from a boy your age!"

"Ohh, the discus! Yes, mother, you have NO idea, do you.." No more questions asked, she's off to the fair.

"An invention convention in *this* universe should be allll kinds of crazy, maybe I can buy a time machine and it turns out I'm the caveman from the other game"

Before Glem gets back downstairs, the tiny little girl, Rikel, meets him at the head of the stairs and gives him a big hug! "I hope you win, Glem!"

Bea does a deeper, heroic voice. "I won't let my family down! We're gonna win this thing! And go on to invent a whole planet!"

Syrupentine: I'm jealous of Joyce. I want a son like Glem. :_: aroseahorseboy: god damn it mom i try my best *sob, run away*

Back on the bottom floor, Joyce is already down there making breakfast for the family, who are sitting at the kitchen table. When Bea talks to her, she says, "Almost ready. Get the paper before your father comes down, OK?"

Baconnaise: This IS a sequel, right. HNV: What's weird is that we played the original, then a spinoff of the original, and now we're playing the sequel, but we already played... a spinoff... of the sequel? Wait, I confused myself.

Out the front door is a perfectly lovely-looking front walk and lawn. Bea walks Glem down the front walk toward the newspaper. "Got the Newspaper!" says the message box.

But the game doesn't resume from there-- instead it slowly, seemingly pixel by pixel, begins to scroll to the right, the message box itself scrolling off the screen.

Glockroach: Its the devil guy from Smash Trophy the one who moves the screen, dont question me TaichouSenseiKun: BEA RUN THE SCREEN WILL GET YOU DueyDecimal: You mean the Devil from Devil World, featuring Tamagon, the character whose trophy was excised from Melee in the United States? aroseahorseboy: yes duey him

When Glem himself is almost scrolled off the screen, we see the next house over, which has a white van parked in front of it.

Almost as slowly as the scrolling, something begins to emerge from the window not facing the camera.

aroseahorseboy ...is that a fucking rifle

"Oh here's somebody's crime van, definitely. What kind of neighborhood is GLEM NO!!" She shouts, unable to help herself!

The gun fires; the same loud 'bang' they heard in Last Of Them All is heard. The screen scrolls back to Glem, who is still holding up the newspaper.

Glem turns around, and takes two steps back to the house, before falling over.

"FFFFWHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT?!" Is all she can get out amid a bout of upset sputtering.

aroseahorseboy: who the fuck made this HNV: What happened to his head?! Glockroach: someone seriously made a game about a little boy getting shot berd_snurglar: bea. glem died and it was your fault

"SHUT UP BERD its not over yet, this is the opening!" She says, hammering on the control pad as if it will help move the scene along faster.

The only animation is Glem's head-- the rust-colored smear that was once his head-- seeming to quiver like crackling static.

Then the door finally opens again. Rikel comes out. She runs out to see what's happened, and then returns to the house.

The screen fades to black, except for the familiar words, that they kept seeing over and over, seemingly by accident.

aroseahorseboy: ahem FUUUUCK THIIIIS GAAAAME Baconnaise: God damn it Bea DueyDecimal: Was this all a cinematic? Could you have dodged that even?

"I didn't know!! all right, Duey's right, we missed something didn't we.."

Llord_Kuruku: maybe you should have played all the games that came before?? Or after???

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I don't know if you've addressed this, and since I don't have a proper twitter account set up, I'll ask here. This question come from lurking a /coc/ thread a few weekend ago, that ties to a twitter post you made? about taking Colette and calling her "GUNMETAL"? Is that accurate? I also read that outside of tumblr, you're also shying away from calling her /Co/lette or even Colette, and just refer to her as "this character" or "the character". What's going on with that, though?

There’s a lot of history to this ask that many of my followers probably don’t understand, so if you’re interested in reading let me explain a couple things.

/co/ is a comics and cartoon focused message board I would frequent on 4chan. I still visit on occasion but not so much in recent years as the feel of the site has changed a lot in ten years.

Colette (or /co/lette) is that girl with the mecha arm, the glasses, the twin ponytails, and the short shorts that I keep drawing. She was originally envisioned as a joke amalgamation of everything that the message board liked. Supposedly a mascot but the board never considered her an official mascot. I did the first drawings of her, based on user suggestions, and kept on drawing her ever since even as her popularity on the board fell away.

/coc/ is a shared universe created by a bunch of people on the /co/ board as a way of working on new stories and collaborating on comics and ideas. It’s a pretty cool project, but my own involvement has faded away. I’ve had to move on to projects that actually paid or were entirely of my own choosing. Plus over the past few years there’s at least one petty asshole on there that likes to make it hell for me on the /co/ so it was just better for me to avoid them.

GUNMETAL is the placeholder name for a comic I’m considering working on. I’m currently envisioning it as a sort of sexy/cool action adventure comic set in a dystopian future like from one of those 90′s animes. I’m the only one working on this comic for now. But it does have Colette (or at least someone that looks a lot like her) as the lead character.

Below I’m going to try to address the idea of ownership here.

What I believe this anon is asking about is whether or not I feel a sense of ownership over the character, Colette, or whether or not I’m going to claim some sort of rights or privilege about using her in stories. My gut instinct is to just tell them, “Yeah. Screw it.” I’ve been the only person consistently drawing her for the past ten years. I drew the original drawings in that first thread. I’ve made the longest comic stories with her. I’m still drawing her in sketches now. I’ll probably still be drawing her in the future. So yeah, I feel some sense of entitlement to the character.

But /co/lette is and always will be meant to be used by anyone. I’m no legal expert on copyright but since she has multiple users that can claim to be in the original threads that created her, she’s close to a creative commons character. if you feel like using the design of a girl with glasses, twin pony tails, and giant robot arms in your original comic, named Colette, you will NOT hear me complaining. The comic, Amazing /co/ventures is free for anyone to use too if you want. I don’t care to claim any ownership over that universe, except that I wrote and drew those original comic pages and developed characters like Suzie and Casey on my own. I plan to finish that comic, someday. But I’m in no hurry. I’m going to keep drawing /co/lette in my stuff. You guys can too.

That brings us to “GUNMETAL.”

The “GUNMETAL” variant on Colette is a recent design that has just a few major changes to her appearance and origin. This is her appearance in “Gunmetal.” This is one of her more traditional appearances. The differences aren’t that major but gunmetal was surprisingly popular. And I think that I’d like to use the Gunmetal design in a comic someday.

Said comic would be completely divorced from anything in the /coc/ universe. If Gunmetal does become a comic, it could go a lot of ways. It could be a webcomic, just a couple of sketches, or I dunno, maybe it’s something that could even make it to print. But I’ll likely still be using a variation on Colette in it. There just won’t be any /coc/ characters like Jetpack Vikings, or Golden Girls, or Chaptors in this story.

/coc/ has been a pretty hostile place for me anyway. The last few times I posted on there, there’s some asshole complaining that all I do is draw Colette and that I should focus on other people’s projects. It was pretty tiring. I just like drawing her whenever I get the chance, because I think she’s fun and other people seemed to like her.

The long and short of it is, as I’ve told some friends about it, “You guys go your way. I’ll go mine.” I won’t stop anyone else from making their own /co/lette stuff.

But the GUNMETAL story line and Colette character are mine.

#/co/lette #colette #gunmetal #psudo comics #Anonymous

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