#Though the details are pretty different

[shwoo]

I would like to thank the English language for allowing me to make burrito-related puns about secrets for both this fanfic's chapter titles.

TItle: Just Dropping in (part 2 of 2) Summary: Filbo has lived with his dad almost all his life, but now that he's back from Snaktooth, he's decided to stay with some journalist who wasn't even part of the original expedition. Filbo's dad has some suspicions. He has a lot of suspicions. (Also on AO3)

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Chapter 1: Keep It Under Wraps! Chapter 2: Don't Spill The Beans!

"What are you feeding him?" Miglo demanded, glaring. He entered the kitchen nook and started pulling open doors at random.

Theobe ignored him until they'd finished pouring the milk, and then offered Miglo a mug. "Here's your coffee."

Miglo accepted it without acknowledgement, but he did take a sip.

Then he opened the cabinet under the sink, and whirled around. "Why's there ash in your garbage? What have you been burning? Are you making Filbo cook?"

The ash had nothing to do with food, but Miglo sounded so incredulous that Theobe couldn't resist setting him straight. "He cooks twice a week," they said, pointing at the fridge. "It's on the chore wheel."

Actually, it was more that Filbo got cooking lessons from Theobe twice a week, but Filbo had been making definite progress. He'd already figured out how to judge which size of saucepan to use, and it had been almost a week since Theobe had had to remind him about keeping his other paw out of the way when chopping vegetables. He'd been getting better and better at chopping the vegetables evenly, too.

"Um, and that's just paper ash," Theobe continued. "Snorpy always insists we burn his letters." That was a little bit of misdirection that Snorpy would probably appreciate. The ash in the garbage wasn't the original letter, which Snorpy had sent from an undisclosed location at his uncle's farm, but a decoded copy that Theobe and Filbo had made earlier that day. It probably wasn't necessary to burn the copies, but it was what Snorpy wanted, and it made Theobe feel like a real spy.

"Snorpy?" Miglo demanded. "Sn-- That's not even a real name!"

Theobe shrugged. He really was insistent on nitpicking everything. "It's short for Snorpington. Like that show about the fake detective?" It was an uncommon name, but not that uncommon.

Miglo walked off through the door Filbo had left through, still holding his coffee. Theobe followed quickly, to find him staring at one of their bookshelves.

He took the Grumpy Baby in the "Mayo" sash from the top shelf and brandished it. "This is not an officially licensed Grumpy Baby toy!"

Apparently it was easier to memorise them all the Grumpy Babies than Theobe had thought, if Filbo, Gramble, and Miglo had all done it. Maybe Theobe should get in on that. "It's custom. Gramble made it. For Filbo." He'd made Theobe one as well. It had a little press hat, which was cute. They kept it in their office.

"That's not a real--" began Miglo. "W-- No. It is. Very common name." He put the Grumpy Baby back and leaned over to inspect the cassettes on the shelf below. "What is this? G-Files? Grump Peaks… Collector's Edition? My son isn't into this trash!"

Theobe sighed. "Those are mine. You're kind of grasping at straws now." They half hoped Filbo would come back soon, but also it wasn't Filbo's job to try to control his dad's temper.

Miglo turned around suddenly, and Theobe was starting to wonder how he didn't get dizzy from doing that so often. "I'm sick of listening to you mocking me. We both know you were never on that island, and no matter what threats you made, how you got Filbo to play along, I'm not leaving without him!" He poked Theobe in the chest. "You're some kind of monster, you know that? Stop preying on a good-natured kid, and find your own stories! You're gonna be doing a lot of time when I'm through with you."

"I'm a journalist!" said Theobe. What kind of hack did he think they were? "If I say I went somewhere, I went there. I've got pages of notes and interviews to prove it!"

They frowned, remembering what kind of information was in their pages of notes and interviews. It could be a problem if Miglo actually wanted to see them.

Miglo didn't ask. He said "Now where is my son? Is he really in the bathroom?"

"I guess so," said Theobe with a shrug. "That's where I thought he he was going." Filbo did sometimes excuse himself to the bathroom when he got overwhelmed, but if he'd eaten that whole pack of gummy grumps, the bathroom was where he needed to be.

Miglo took a swig of coffee and headed for the hall door, and Theobe followed, hoping he wasn't planning to barge in. He'd clearly made up his own mind about what was going on, and they weren't sure what they could say to convince him otherwise. At least without revealing the whole truth. He didn't even seem inclined to believe what Filbo told him.

Also, what was all that stuff about Theobe preying on a good-natured kid? Filbo was barely a year younger than they were.

In the hall, Miglo hammered on the door with the toilet paper decal. "Filbo! Are you in there?"

"Oh, hey dad!" said Filbo, from the other side. "I'll be out, uh… soon." He laughed slightly.

"Make sure you wash your hands," said Miglo, with a glance at Theobe.

Theobe wondered what Miglo would think about the bathroom arrangements in Snaxburg, and decided not to bring it up.

Miglo was already opening the door opposite the bathroom. "What is this?" he demanded, peering inside.

Theobe peeked in behind him. "That's my room." It looked like Filbo had taken down the certificate of completion he'd made them, though not the alien taxonomy poster next to it. He hadn't touched the books, magazines and newspapers strewn all over the floor either, so Theobe hoped it looked lived-in enough to not seem suspicious.

Not that there was anything to be suspicious about, if you weren't Miglo Fiddlepie.

Miglo pulled open the next door up, and Theobe said "And that's my office."

Filbo had cleaned up in there as well. The desk looked strangely bare with the journal closed and the loose notes cleared away. Even the expedition photo was missing.

Apparently this was another thing that required Miglo to turn around as fast as he could. "You made your second room into an office? I knew you weren't giving him anywhere to sleep!"

"Uh…" said Theobe. At this point, Miglo had progressed past grasping at straws, and was just outright making things up to be upset about. They weren't going to try pointing that out this time, though. "No, Filbo's room is over there." They pointed at the door opposite their office.

Filbo's room, or the spare room. Whichever it was now.

Miglo took a look inside, and didn't seem to find anything to criticise immediately.

"We didn't have time to grab much before the island exploded…" said Theobe, to forestall any complaints about how empty it was.

"The island--?!" Miglo began. "Never mind. Oh, you let him have a record player and a boombox."

"Those are just his," said Theobe, following him in.

There were piles of meticulously labelled party mixtapes on one side of the boombox. Filbo claimed he had one for every occasion, and he'd even managed to make a pretty good mixtape entirely out of all the Do The Wiggle remixes that Wiggle kept gifting them.

On the other side, so Filbo didn't get them mixed up, were a couple of Grumpin Park cassettes in their cases. Miglo picked one of them up, and Theobe held their breath, but he just nodded slightly, put it down, and moved on to Filbo's card shelf.

There were only a few cards on it, and almost half of them were encouraging notes from Chandlo, but Filbo insisted that it was going to grow, and that his card shelf at home was so full he could barely fit anything new on there.

Miglo picked up the glitteriest card, and read the front aloud. "I'm Sorry." He opened it up and kept reading, with increasing incredulity. "Dear Filbo. I'm sorry for… bullying you so hard back on Snaktooth? I was really mad at your whole, like, life philosophy, but that's not an excuse, lol. You're actually pretty cool, like, in a lame way? XOXOX? Beffica?!'" He jabbed at the card with his other hand, almost spilling his coffee. "And she drew some kind of sideways happy face… Is this even a real apology letter?"

"She put a lot of effort into that," said Theobe.

She'd shown them her original attempt, and their first suggestion had been to begin it with something other than "Dear squeeb (j/k lol)". Sincerity did not come easily to her.

"Care to explain why he's still in contact with someone who bullied him?" said Miglo.

Theobe opened their mouth to suggest he ask Filbo, and Filbo rushed in, his paws dripping wet. He was still hiding his left arm out of view, but he'd got rid of Theobe's boots, and both feet were now clearly normal Grumpus paws.

"Dad, it's okay!" he said. "Beffica…" he laughed. "She was going through a lot. Well, we all were."

"Filbo," said Miglo. "Take your arm out from behind your back."

Filbo chuckled, and backed against the wall. "Uh, I'm good."

"Well," Miglo continued, "if you can't do that, at least tell me why you're so set on staying with this stranger! This isn't like you! Remember college?"

Filbo looked at Theobe. "They're not a stranger…"

"Then why didn't you know their last name when you called?" Miglo demanded.

"Oh, uh…" said Filbo. "Well, we didn't really need last names on the island. It wasn't like high school, with… six Befficas." He glanced at the card in Miglo's hand. "Just one… heh."

Miglo sighed. "I don't know what this Theoblab grump told you, but they're using you."

"Hey!" said Theobe, but Miglo was already leaving the room.

"I'm getting you out of here," said Miglo, as he walked, "no matter what."

Theobe and Filbo followed, with Filbo mouthing the word "sorry".

Miglo returned to the living room and grabbed the phone, then turned and leaned towards Theobe, so close that their noses were almost touching. "Listen to me, you… journalist. If you don't let my son go right now, I'm gonna make some calls, and you're gonna go to prison for a long, long time."

"Okay," said Theobe.

"Buddy, he's serious!" Filbo whispered. "H-he's gonna…"

Miglo leaned back, and grinned. "And you can forget about working as a journalist ever again."

That wasn't something he could do.

But Theobe glanced at Filbo's horrified face, and remembered what Miglo had said about Filbo's sister. It had seemed like an empty threat, but… Filbo had agreed. Filbo thought it had happened, and he was close to his dad, and his sister. If Filbo thought that Miglo had those kind of connections, and had seen him use them… maybe he had.

"Uh…" they managed. They were sure there was something sarcastic they could say, but all they could think about was that Miglo might be able to ruin their career whenever he felt like it. The thought was encroaching into the place they kept their words. "Uh, wait…"

"I'll reimburse you for the phone bill," Miglo added, putting his coffee on the table.

Filbo glanced at Theobe, then said "Dad, please don't call Poppy Barolb…"

Miglo balanced the receiver in the crook of his elbow, and held up both paws with all fingers extended. "I'll give you to the count of six."

"Don-- I--" said Theobe. Maybe he was bluffing.

Maybe he wasn't.

"Five…" said Miglo, putting down a finger.

All right, Theobe was too stressed to speak. It had been years since that had happened last, but they were a successful college graduate now, and they'd recently faced down several giant monsters and a whole hoard of smaller ones. They were definitely mature enough to break through this.

Miglo put down another finger. "Four…"

They just had to explain why Filbo was hiding his arm. They had promised Filbo they wouldn't tell Miglo about the Bugsnax, but they were sure he wouldn't mind.

Miglo lowered one arm. "Three."

Given the circumstances.

"Two… one…"

It was hard to see how Miglo could possibly freak out more than he already was, and that was what Filbo had said he was concerned about. So it'd probably be fine.

Miglo hesitated. "Nothing to say? Really?"

"Strawb…" said Theobe. No, that wouldn't have made sense anyway. Filbo hadn't had a strawberry arm for a while now.

Miglo put down his last finger. "Zero." He looked at Theobe for a second, then retreieved the phone and started dialling.

"Stop!" said Filbo.

Theobe hadn't been able to take their eyes off the phone, but now they turned to see that Filbo had pulled the phone cord out of the wall. And he'd done it with his left arm. The one that was still green and lettucey.

Miglo dropped the receiver. "Filbo! Your arm! What happened to your arm?"

"Filbo…" said Theobe.

"Neat, huh?" said Filbo, a little unsteadily. "I… I think it's a lettuce burrito?" He gave a fake-sounding laugh.

"No, it's not neat!" said Miglo, rushing to him and taking his arm. "What did that journalist do to you?!"

"Technically…" began Theobe. If the truth was going to suddenly come out, it might as well be the whole truth, and the whole truth was that Miglo was right. They'd given Filbo that Inchwrap. They had done that to him, and to most of the others as well.

"Dad, I did it to myself," said Filbo. "Bugsnax are real, and they're on Snaktooth Island, and I ate a lot of them, and… and that's why we had to come back."

"What?" said Miglo. He held up Filbo's unresisting arm and squinted at it. "Bugsnax? What are you talking about? You think… Bugsnax did that to you?"

"I know they did!" said Filbo, waving his free arm around. "Lizbert didn't wanna make it public until she was sure, cause, you know, Grumplantis, and then she wrote Buddy when she was sure, but by the time they got here, Liz was missing and everyone left town…" He shook his head. "Uh, the point is, we all thought Bugsnax were going to solve our all problems, but they're parasites, and they make you want them so they can, uh…" he frowned. "Make you… become them? Liz told us all about when we found her again… Buddy, you know more about Bugsnax than me. Can you explain it?" He smiled nervously.

Theobe seemed to be able to form words again, so they said "Sure." They'd done a lot of thinking about how to explain what had happened on the island if the opportunity came up, though they weren't sure if Miglo would listen. "The island has a number of ingenious tricks to keep grumps from leaving," they recited. "The currents, atmospheric anomalies, aggressive wildlife… But its best, and most effective method is the nature of the Bugsnax themselves. When Bugsnax are around, it's hard to even want to leave. Think of it like a pitcher plant. The Bugsnax are the nectar that attracts the prey, but also the prey's downfall."

They were proud of that metaphor, which they'd come up with after a suprisingly in-depth discussion with Wambus about carnivorous plants, but Miglo just snapped "What?"

"Uh," said Theobe, as Miglo took another sip of coffee, "the island produces Bugsnax, and somehow, being around Bugsnax make Grumpuses think the snax can solve their problems." The effects of the Bugsanx seemed to amplify issues that their victims already had, and Theobe was very interested to know how they did that. But not interested enough to go back to find out. They guessed.

"For me, I just wanted everyone to be friends!" said Filbo cheerfully. He frowned. "Wait, why did I think making sure everyone had Bugsnax would… do that?"

Theobe could think of a few reasons, and felt that he'd still been doing better than Floofty and their self-decapitation plot, but they didn't want to set Miglo off again. So they continued. "In truth, the entire island is a living organism, and that organism… is made of Grumpuses."

Another part they were pleased with, but Miglo just said "What's that supposed to mean?"

"The more the victim eats, the more they turn into Bugsnax," said Theobe, indicating Filbo's arm. "If they eat too many, they transform completely, and… lose themselves. They become part of the island." They weren't totally sure how that happened, because Lizbert hadn't been very specific, but they guessed it was a good thing that they weren't sure. If they'd seen it happen while they were on the island, then that would mean… one of the others would be dead. One of their friends would be dead. You couldn't take that back.

"They lose themselves…" said Miglo thoughtfully. He stared at Filbo's arm. "And that's gonna happen to you?! Lizbert dragged you to an island that lures in weak-willed people and eats them?!" He was shouting by now.

"Hey, I didn't say weak-willed!" Theobe protested. They were pretty sure they'd only been protected by their allergy. And they'd still got very into cataloguing the Bugsnax, as well as giving out as many as they could to the others. "Anyone can get caught up in it. That's why nobody should go there ever again."

"Dad, it's almost worn off," said Filbo, pointing at his foot with his untransformed hand. "I'll be fine, as long as I don't eat any more Bugsnax. And I won't! Even if there were any around here."

"You can't be sure of that," said Miglo.

"I can!" said Filbo, more forcefully than he usually spoke. "Because… because I'm not weak-willed, or a screw-up, and I am good at some things, and Dad, you can't protect me forever."

Miglo looked like he wanted to say something, but he just looked from Filbo to Theobe and then back again, and drank his coffee.

"Just trust me, Dad," said Filbo. "I'm twenty-six! You don't have to rescue me every time it looks like something bad might happen. You're mad at Lizbert for tricking me into going to Snaktooth Island, b-b-but I knew the whole time where we were going!" He took a deep breath. "I'm the one who didn't tell you, Dad. I-I was always gonna tell you, but I didn't wanna upset you and I never found the right time, and then Liz mentioned it because she thought you already knew…"

"You didn't want to upset me?" said Miglo softly.

"I wanna make my own decisions about… about making my own decisions," Filbo continued. "I… sometimes I kinda like it when it's up to me." He looked at Theobe. "In fact… I think I wanna stay here a little longer. Even after the Snax wear off. Uh, is that okay, Buddy?"

"You can stay as long as you want," said Theobe. They'd actually been worrying about when Filbo would decide to go home, they realised. They were sure he'd be fine, but… they weren't ready yet.

Filbo said "It's good to see you again, Dad, but I'm not coming home yet."

"You…" began Miglo. "I…" He seemed to rally. "You're being ridiculous. You're my son, and you need to come home right away."

"I don't think that's more important than what Filbo wants," said Theobe, who'd really thought Miglo was going to listen this time.

"He doesn't know what he wants!" snapped Miglo.

Nobody said anything for a second, including Miglo, who was staring at his own paws like he'd never seen them before.

Then he sighed. "Filbo, all I ever wanted was what was best for you." All of a sudden, he sounded exhausted. "If what's best for you is not being in your life anymore… Then that's what I'll do."

Filbo looked aghast. "No, Dad, that's not what I meant! Maybe you could… be a… little less… in my life?" He spoke so tentatively that it ended in a squeak. "Why don't we talk again… tomorrow? Tensions are… a little high. Right now."

"All right," said Miglo. He opened his arms, and he and Filbo hugged, Filbo with both arms this time. Miglo rubbed his arm where Filbo's lettuce hand had touched it, and added "Uh… sorry for trying to destroy your career."

The correct response to that would be that that was okay, but it wasn't okay. Instead, Theobe just said "Uh."

Miglo took one final swig of coffee, put the mug back down, said "And thanks for the coffee," and walked out.

"Heh," said Filbo, after the front door closed. "That went way better than I expected."

Theobe couldn't tell if he meant that or not. They said "Sorry for freezing up back there."

"No, no, I should be sorry!" said Filbo. "I should never had made you promise not to talk about Bugsnax." He laughed. "Your career is really important to you, huh?"

Theobe shrugged. "I guess so." If they couldn't be a journalist, then who were they?

"Well, I think your story is really great so far!" said Filbo. "Your editor's gotta accept it!"

"She has high standards," said Theobe. She'd earned them. "But… maybe she'll like it," She had to.

"And hey," said Filbo. "Even if she doesn't, you're really good at, uh, journalism. You can just get another job, right? At another newspaper…?"

"Uh…" said Theobe. "Right."

(Previous Chapter)

[zivazivc]

guess who

I've seen a few artists I like making human art and I got inspired to make my own.

First version was based just on their character designs and personality, and what inspired their look in the first place. Second version happened when I took into account their backstory and what I imagine human versions of their parents' would look like. I don't consider either of these "canon", because to me they're just trolls but it was a fun experiment to try.

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming of me drawing little colorful dolls

[tapestryundone]

i have a crossover that appeals to me and me ALONE. have art of it that lacks any context because i just made art of it and left it at that and didnt feel like adding dialogue to almost any of it

elaboration under the cut

first img is an approximation at the long quiets mind :] its empty but i think there WOULD be more layers if you dug around. maybe if you walked further into it. but thats the main area! shards of glass bc of that one spectre line hehe. the center area is wood panelled but the resolution in the img makes it a tad hard to see at the size the img is.

in the main area the voices come up to the center area as needed! or just to talk. i think in the event that anyone ever entered tlqs mind they would become EXTREMELY talkative bc itll be their first time really being Perceived without unpleasant circumstances which is VERY exciting for them

most things in tlqs mind would be verrrry very similar to the spaces in between, mostly because thats the truest location hes ever truly known. i have been thinking about different layers that could contain the cabin, though. because the woods and the cabin were both very important locations for him, even if they sucked Majorly

second img is the inner version of tlq :D which like. technically theyre all parts of tlq. but also they can function as separate entities from tlq so i dont think itd be that out there that tlq exists somewhat separately from them all in his own mind. gotta think on some of the logistics more though

4, 5, and 6 are just interactions cus i think its fun. i think its ill advised for visitors to leave that little center area. going past it is putting oneself at risk to become lost in the unending walls of the (mental) long quiet. i dont imagine the voices knew that before so much as it is instinct. the "real" location wasnt something mortals were ever meant to really Be In, so it carries over and makes leaving the center instinctively feel like a very bad idea to just Let Someone Do That

the voice in 4 is hero and the voice in 5 is contrarian

last two are the most stand alone and self explanatory. second to last is the opportunist and paranoid, and last is quiet and opportunist :]

[rosecandyart]

My personal rankings of each special splatfest Callie outfit because why not. This one is gonna be controversial 💀

1. Springfest

2. Splatoween

3. Grand Festival

4. Summer Nights

5. Frostyfest

[squorttle-pox]

idk if it means anything really, but i think it's interesting how after all their time together as a couple in a christianity-adjacent world, lucifer and lilith only had one (1) child, and it was only 200 years ago at that

[moe-broey]

First order of business.

Divorce Timeline.

[bijoumikhawal]

*sees a long post from an American comparing Cardassia to the USSR/China* *rolls eyes and keeps scrolling*

[pavlovianpanic]

❝ yeah, my family owns a mountain. well, like, most of it … like, the peak?? heh ... enough to call it mount washington, but it's actually called blackwood mountain — connected to blackwood pines. it's a whole thing. ❞

a whole community, or more it was. some parts thrived more than others, though only for so long — the mines were cursed, the sanitorium shut down in the 50's, and the hotel? razed down to its lowest levels in the effort to rebuild something new, brighter, and more luxurious. his father's greed knows no bounds, a sickness passed down through blood. a curse. we're cursed. i know it.

❝ we have a lodge, actually. my dad built it. heh, i basically grew up there. if you want, i could show you sometime? you might not know this about me, jovie, but i'm actually a wicked snowboarder. yeah, yeah. it's true. you'll just have to see for yourself. there's enough boards for us both, trust me. besides, if snowboarding isn't your thing, there's enough trails and scenic sights to get your fill for life. trust me. so, what do you say? you in? i could gather the gang together, get us all up there ... or it could be a more private trip? eh? just me and you?? come on, @goldcnpeaks, don't leave me hanging. you in? ❞

[mugram]

"Justice" - Es' Trial One Voice Drama

Jackalope: You understand now, right?

Es: I believe so, yes…

Jackalope: Good! Good! Now, come with me. We have to go now. The prisoners might realize we’re not there yet. Since you prepared, MUGRAM, the first trial begins now! Or whatever! Let’s move!!

Es: Eh–??

: Go where?

Jackalope: Panopticon. It has a panoramic view of the prisoners’ rooms.

Es: Panopticon…?

Jackalope: Your head is a little foggy right? Sorry about that. I’ll explain a few things to you on the way.

Es: Okay. My memory problem won’t interfere with being the Warden.

Jackalope: …

: That’s good to know.

[footsteps]

Jackalope: Hey, Es, can you open the door?

Es: Eh? Can’t you… Right, you’re… never mind. [footsteps]

Jackalope: Look, the only door I can’t open is the one to your bedroom. Other rooms have an entrance for me.

Es: Oh, that’s… nice. Do I really have a… “rabbit” as another Warden?

Jackalope: …

: My feelings, Es… But, yes, I am technically another Warden.

[door opens, the pair walk]

Es: Eh… This hallway is long.

Jackalope: At the end of this passageway is your bedroom. There are various rooms and facilities along the way. Explaining it would take too long, so I’m skipping it, alright?

Es: What’s opposite my room?

Jackalope: My room! You can’t enter without my permission, though.

Es: Eh, I don’t plan on it. Plus, there’s no door big enough for a human anyway.

Jackalope: Oh, that’s true. [more footsteps] This is the prisoners’ shower room. Across is the storage room. Necessities are mostly here.

Es: The prisoners are allowed to go in and out of this passageway?

Jackalope: Yep, they need their necessities, correct?

Es: …

: Mhm.

Jackalope: Anyways, when they’re allowed in the passageway, whether showers should be separated by male and female and so on, the specific rules for their lives are things you decide later.

Es: …I can decide?

Jackalope: Yep! You can decide how MILGRAM is administered. So, if you want to make it heaven or hell, it’s up to you.

Es: I would ask why, but it’s probably because I’m the Warden, right? Even if I can’t remember.

Jackalope: Oh, yes.

Es: Oh, Jackalope. You might have to move faster. I might step on you.

Jackalope: I’m going as fast as I can, alright?! Hold on.

Es: …Sorry.

Jackalope: Anyways, this is the dining hall.

Es: Wait, who prepares the meals? Apart from the two of us, is there anyone else who–

Jackalope: I do.

Es: Oh. Wait– What??

Jackalope: I’m the head chef of MUGRAM. I can make anything you’d like.

Es: How can you even do that?? How do you hold a frying pan or a knife with like… your paws? Hands?

Jackalope: If I hold it firmly, I can.

Es: What…? How does your… fur not get into it??

Jackalope: If it’s molting season, then a lot of it gets in.

Es: What–

Jackalope: Alright, we’re finally at the heart of MUGRAM: the Panopticon.

[door opens]

Es: This is… Panopticon. It’s… a dome?

Jackalope: We’re at the north of the dome. The entrance is at the twelve o’clock position.

Es: So, I’m assuming each door is a prisoner’s room?

Jackalope: Yep, it’s pretty much like a clock. The prisoner number and the times match. Pretty easy to remember, right?

Es: Mhm.

Jackalope: Oh, there’s still some time left. Okay, I think I have time to introduce the prisoners. I’ve only seen their faces, though. [footsteps] So, the one o’clock room, prisoner number one, Mayumi Kubo.

: She has a… serious expression on her face. Honestly, I don’t really know if you’ll learn anything about her.

Es: Well, she’s a murderer. That’s all I need to know, isn’t it?

Jackalope: Yes… But… [sigh] Let’s just move on.

: Next, at two o’clock, prisoner number two, Masaru Iwai. He has an angry expression on his face. If I were you, I’d ensure he didn’t cause too much trouble. He looks like… a young adult. I couldn’t really tell that much, though.

Es: You don’t know the prisoners’ ages?

Jackalope: Ehh… Well, I’m not allowed to look into stuff like that. But, you are. So, figure them out the prisoners for me, will ya? [footsteps] At three o’clock, we have prisoner three, Keisuke Izumi. He looks… normal, I guess. It’s not like he seems shocked or anything; he’s just… normal.

Es: Well, he’s a murderer, isn’t he? I wouldn’t believe that if it were true…

Jackalope: Well, first impressions reveal a lot about a person, so…

Es: Huh. Anyways, the next prisoner is… Prisoner number four is Tomoko Shiratori.

Jackalope: Another serious-looking person. It’s sort of hard to understand these types of people; they never try to reveal anything about themselves unless they have to.

Es: Well, no matter, I’ll figure it out in the end and judge them according to the law–

Jackalope: Eh? According to the law? Well, if we just judged them according to the law, then there’s no point in you being here. [Es makes an annoyed noise] You should make decisions based on your own standards. Even if it's based on sex or love, I have no problem with it.

Es: …Let’s just move on.

Jackalope: Alright. The next prisoner is Shun Minami. They’re around… 25, I believe? She seems oddly happy, which I won’t question. I suppose you’ll have to find out why she seems so happy. Or it could be pretend. I don’t know.

Es: Due south. Six o’clock. We’re halfway through already?

Jackalope: Yep, this is prisoner number six, Daiki Kawaguchi. He looks pretty strong. I’d be careful around him as well. He seems like the type to tell you off if you did something bad.

Es: That sounds like a father, Jackalope.

Jackalope: …

: Okay, I wouldn’t know that, alright? Leave me alone.

: Either way, you’ll find out their true colors eventually.

Es: Sure.

Jackalope: Alright, prisoner number seven, Isamu Takao. He looks pretty kind and nice. I’d believe his expression if his hand wasn’t in a fist. I’d be careful of him as well.

Es: It seems like there are loads of prisoners I have to be careful around. What happens if I get attacked by one of them? It feels awkward to say, but I don’t think I could put up a fight with the likes of Daiki and Isamu.

Jackalope: They can’t attack us, guards. Don’t worry.

Es: Guards? So… It’s not the same for the prisoners? They can attack each other?

Jackalope: Pretty much. That could happen, but it really depends on your judgment. [footsteps] Now, this is prisoner number eight, Mia Fukuda. I believe she’s around your age, Es.

Es: Eh? Around my age?

Jackalope: Yeah. I don’t know if you two would relate because of that, but if it helps you find the truth, then I guess I don’t mind. You need to determine if they’re good people by talking to them. It’s basically your duty as the prison guard.

Es: Oh, I see. So, interrogating them is the only way to determine if I should forgive them or not, even if I don’t want to at all.

Jackalope: You got it!

Es: You sound awfully like a parent, J. [laughs]

Jackalope: Well, I am supervising you, so… [laughs] Anyways, next prisoner. Prisoner number nine, Ryuu Seki. He looks… interesting. I don’t know. He seems like one of those people who pretend to be someone else. I wouldn’t know, I guess.

Es: …Well, that is an interesting comment, isn’t it?

Jackalope: Last is prisoner ten, Sora Mochizuki. She looks exhausted. I’d say make sure she doesn’t pass out on you, but that’d be seriously out of taste. I hope whatever she committed relieved her of her exhaustion.

Es: That’s ten.

Jackalope: And, that’s the end of all of the prisoners I have to introduce. You just have to talk to them afterward and decide things for yourself.

Es: Hey, J?

Jackalope: Hm?

Es: At eleven o’clock, there’s another cell. It’s pretty old, judging by how rusty it is and its lack of a lock.

Jackalope: Ah, don’t worry about it. There’s nothing.

Es: What do you mean there’s nothi– [bell rings] What the hell was that?

Jackalope: It’s finally time for you to finally meet the prisoners face-to-face! If you have any doubts or confusions – anything! – you have to kill them all now. You’re supposed to be the Warden. Don’t hesitate. Make the prisoners respect you and your authority.

Es: Well… I guess, J. I am MUGRAM’s Warden. That’s all I have to know about myself, right? There’s nothing else I have to know. I’m looking forward to it a little… Meeting all the prisoners here and learning of their murders. [Jacklaope makes a noise of understanding.] With my own will, I’ll reveal their sins. I can put some of my feelings aside and decide if I really want to forgive these murderers. I wonder what their thoughts are… I want to know the truth.

Jackalope: …I see, Es.

[mechanical sounds]

Jackalope: Good luck, Es. I believe in you.

Es: I can do this. It’s my first job as the Warden.

[ominous footsteps]

Es: Good day, prisoners. I am Es, your Warden. This is the MUGRAM prison. It exists to judge your sins, all ten of you prisoners. I may not know much about you, but I am aware that you are all murderers – And, that’s all I know. So, from now on, I’ll have you enlighten me about yourselves. Welcome to MUGRAM. Have a nice life in prison.

MUSIC VIDEO - Judge, Jury, Executioner

[marshmellowtea]

i literally cannot overstate how much it shook me in world tour when sierra said chris was born in 1978 which means he was probably around 29/30 in the original series. i thought he was in his 40s this whole time but no he doesn't reach his mid 40s until the reboot......i feel sick this is just WRONG

[alangdorf]

Ok so I know I’ve taken a few liberties here with gijinka-fying the Rampaging Doomers, of all characters, but hear me out: self-recognition through the other (derogatory). Not just a reminder of the part of himself he doesn’t like to acknowledge but also a near-perfect replication of him at his worst (Magolor EX, specifically). They know enough about Doomer and Ancient societies and his situation with the Crown to get right to the heart of his insecurities, which makes them really effective at bullying him. Also like. Extended family judging you for your life choices lol

Anyway, included the lines this time cause I’m really proud of the composition but a bit disappointed with how the coloring turned out. It did however help me pinpoint what I’d like to improve on, which is my coloring/shading. I think I get into details too quickly to the detriment of the piece as a whole and I also think the way I shade doesn’t have enough contrast and doesn’t take light sources into account very well. I just need to do some painting studies sometime and that will fix me, I swear

[primatechnosynthpop]

There are a few logical issues I've created for myself with the latest crossover au fic I'm writing (replacing singing with superpowers but not all the characters I've cast in relevant roles have powers; a restaurant making its waitstaff roleplay having powers is a much less believable gimmick than singing; a pet lizard does not have the same functions as an amazon alexa) but probably the biggest one is that a solar eclipse is not an object that falls to earth and therefore it's much harder to justify anyone thinking they can save the world by going somewhere and blowing something up

[linagram]

no halloween art this year sorry! hopefully sanada brothers vell song redraws and a new vd later will be enough...

+ an alternate version with the honey bc. b-bad honey hunt. don't worry about the silhouettes

[t3chborb]

I totally did not forget to post this for 2 weeks-

ANYWAY-

Another clay Ram orb done :) Wandering monk skin this time.

Well, that was the intention, anyway.

I happened to have this sick metallic bronze paint laying around, wanted an excuse to use it, so I slapped it here, thinking heeeey it's fiiiiiiine, it's dark enough to match the skin...

... It isn't dark enough to match the skin, and looks like the gold weapon version of both monk skins instead LMAO

Either way, I'm not complaining, it's a cute lil orb, how could I complain :P

[bizarrelittlemew]

Love everything about your gif-making skills! May I politely request a captioned gif of Wee John asking "what the hell is going on in towels?" Thank you!!

thank you so much anon <3 it means a lot to hear 🥹

I'm working on a full Wee John gifset (he's my boy I love him) but I want to have all his lines in it so I'll probably finish it when we have the full season. in the meantime, I posted the requested gif here! 💗

[sayheykid]

i genuinely don't think a story's worldbuilding and lore has ever drawn me in the way that check please did. it's been years and i still think about it every day. the characters and plot were always superb but i think what has stuck with me the most is the depth of the settings and how everything feels so lived in and tangible. everyone wants to make a fake world and town and university but no one else has EVER done it that well