#and jay is blorbo shaped

[kitweewoos]

Can you tell the people about Jay’s speech impediment(s) so I can reblog it? I love you 💜

Hi! Thanks for asking! I absolutely don't have any basis for this beyond me looking at Jay and going, hold this! Anyway, Jay absolutely has a speech impediment.

Growing up, Jay absolutely had a speech impediment. He has at the very least a lisp and probably some other articulation errors. For me, it was Rs being pronounced as Ws (wascally wabbit kinda shit) but I think Jay absolutely had more omissions of sounds rather than substitutions. So, (you'll see this is 100 fast too) instead of saying "green snake", Jay would have said "geen nake". (Theo says peed instead of speed often because she omits the S sound at the start of words). I also have the tiny headcanon that their mom had a pretty heavy lisp, too, just because not enough characters have impediments.

In turn, because Jay wasn't able to speak correctly, he absolutely had to attend speech therapy, and he was Not a Fan because his was not fun like mine was, or like Theo's is. Instead, he was forced to sit and repeat tongue twisters for a few hours each week, and for a young boy with ADHD, it was a struggle. The nuns at his catholic school were mean, too, to the point that he couldn't just relax during the sessions. He was miserable, and he learned that speaking incorrectly was a Negative Thing, so if he gets sleepy or drunk, and he's not thinking about keeping his tongue behind his teeth or pronouncing every letter where it should go, he gets quieter because he has that negative association with his impediment.

(In Theo-verse, Will knows this, too, and Theo absolutely gets a fun speech therapist, one who gives her games to play and prizes to take home, who makes it a fun and exciting thing to do rather than the traumatizing experience Jay went through)

But, yeah, I think a pretty boy like Jay can have a speech impediment, as a treat to me :)

[the-most-him-shaped-blorbo]

FINAL ROUND!!!

[averygayplant]

So I haven't been drawing consistently for some time now, which means my style is shaky at best Since I'm making a new one basically from scratch, I figured I could do some shape study shit while I'm there to make it more DiStInGuIsHeD Sooo, here

I was very annoyed by Kai's hair, as you can see literally even Cole was easier to draw, and I SUCK at layered hair like that- Anyway, enjoy, might start posting more junk, idk

Bonus Morro:

[ahalliance]

still thinking about this….. WHY WERE YOU SEMI-RPING ON MAIN WITH ETOILES !!!!!! /very pos

still thinking about antoine semi-rping on main during the qsmp meta talk with etoiles, florence and zerator last night . why did this dude scoff when étoiles started talking about the resistance . why did he start asking him why he’d possibly want to kill federation guards and disagree with étoiles calling them mean/bad people . you are currently discussing this while playing on the mc server that contains La Tour de Merde you can Nawt give me lore jitters like this…..

[spinchip]

Making Electricity// You Can Feel it in Your Mind

pairings: Gen/no pairings

Wordcount: 2.5k

Authors note: Title from electric feel MGMT lol. I am sick so you know what that means *Inflicts the horrors on my blorbo*

Warnings: Zane is electrocuted. this is what the whole fic is about

Summary: Jay accidentally shocks Zane during a fight.

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His world is eclipsed by a pain so deep and all consuming that it leaves his body singing after it is done with him.

His vision is a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that move and undulate in a constant flow. It’s a suggestion of the world around him, scrambled and shaken twice before it makes it to the part of his program responsible for interpreting reality. His vision is swarmed by a color- he knows his friends all have a signature color, but there’s a disconnect in his mind and he can’t understand what color he’s looking at. He is aware of the input but the information stalls and fails to process, leaving him clueless to the body at his side. His hearing is muffled and distant, the person is speaking but its formless syllables echo in his head as he tries to decipher it all. It’s overwhelming and he desperately wants to ask them to stop talking- but much like everything else, Zanes connection with his jaw has failed and he can’t vocalize a word.

He’s on his hands and knees- he doesn’t remember stumbling or falling. The amount of concentration it takes to keep his body off the floor is monumental- all his joints feel loose and liquid, like a light breeze could knock him over and scatter the pieces. He doesn’t know which way up or down is, everything swaying and twisting around him- his gyroscope is off kilter. It has to be. His clothes feel painfully tight- the person beside him touches his shoulder and Zane hisses in pain, and when he flinches away it knocks his hands from underneath him and sends him sprawling to the floor. Every one of his artificial nerves is on fire, like their sensitivity has been turned up past 11. Like someone had taken steel wool and scrubbed down each sensor until the wiring was exposed and sparking. He can’t feel his legs- the strangeness of that exacerbated by the fact he could still move them. The blobs of shifting light that he called his vision changed when he thought about moving his legs. He was watching them move. There was no input from the waist down, no data or pressure or spatial awareness to pin down how they were moving. Just that they were.

The air is sharp and chemical, ozone saturating every breath Zane takes.

He’s shaking. He’s breathing. There’s an awareness of the room creeping over the fog of his mind and he has to stop the ice from spreading- energy spits from his core and his chest feels hot and wet, his arms ache down to his fingers.

Something that sounds like it might be his name is called.

He’s on a table- a bed- it’s flat. He’s laying down. He’s so exhausted he can’t bring himself to think for several long moments, not processing any data his body is supplying him with. He drags a trembling hand up from his side and tries to focus on how many fingers he’s holding up. The fractals in his vision have merged and sharped to one point, but now everything is so fuzzy he can’t make out any details. His hand looks- dark. The casing is gone? The back of his hand, down his forearm, all bare- maybe more, but Zane doesn’t have the strength to turn his head. He slumps his hand next to his face instead of taking the effort to place it back at his side. A sound. Attempting to be soothing and soft, but his ears hurt anyway. Even that light, gentle sound input is overloading his processor and causing a sharp pain between his eyes. He feels nauseous.

What happened to the fight? Where was he? He doesn’t remember getting here. There were no memories connecting each moment. Did he black out?

His jaw is still locked. He beeps at the voice instead, a downturned note to show his disapproval of the silence being cut. A light turns on above him and his vision whites out completely, sharp piercing pain that feels like a fire has been lit in his face. He can’t close his eyes. He can’t do anything.

Zane wakes up.

He can see. It’s the first thing he acknowledges when his eyes open- still blurry on the edges, but clear enough he can make out where he is. It’s the garage, the one on the lower levels under the Monastery- in a back room that was tucked away from the rest of the place. There were desks in here, a few work tables for smaller scale projects and a couch that Zane was curled up on. There’s a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His skin still feels raw, but the blanket is soft and welcome and he tugs it closer. The lights are on and dimmed, just enough so that he can see around the room easily. There’s a glass of water next to him that's only half full, and an apple with a bite taken out of it that Zane puzzles over for too long.

His brain isn’t catching up with him. Thinking is like trudging through quicksand, and he keeps losing the thread he’s following and staring blankly into space before remembering he’s trying to figure out what that water is doing here. It means something, right?

A door clicks, and Zane looks up. Someone is in the room. Dark hair. He closes his eyes and thinks, dragging up all his memories until he finds her inside them.

“Nya.” He concludes. His voice is jittery on the edges, but he can speak now.

Nya nearly jumps out of her skin at his voice. She barely avoids spilling her coffee down her shirt, looking up from her phone that she’d been absorbed in. She sighs in audible relief, “Hey, Zane. How are you feeling?”

He stares at her for a long moment, watching as she approaches him and sits in the chair set up next to the couch. She waits patiently for him to formulate a responde, “...it is hard… to think.” He manages. “...Why…?”

She smiles weakly, “You were struck by lightning, Zane.” She launches into a well-rehearsed and poised description of exactly what type of internal damage he had taken and how the blow had affected his body and delicate electronics. Each word is delivered carefully and confidently.

“This… is not the… the first… time…” He closes his eyes at the effort, grunting unhappily.

“No, this is not the first time I've told you all this.” Sipping her coffee, she shoots him a tight smile, “Hopefully it’ll be the last, though. Can you sit up? If you’re feeling up to it, we can do a few tests and see where you’re at recovery wise.”

He pulls the blanket out from under him, struggling to unwrap himself before he hauls himself up. His right hand is completely exposed, no protective casing at all. The wires are all shiny and brand new. Zane doesn’t dwell on figuring that out. He’s not in his ninja suit anymore- he’s in his pajamas. Did someone else dress him..? Uncomfortable, but understandable and necessary.

As Nya tests his reflexes and asks him to unbutton his shirt to examine his power core, Zane tries his best to organize his thoughts. His upper chest plate is brand new- the pieces around it have strange spider webbing marks, yet to be replaced.

“Lightning…” He makes a sound in the back of his throat that’s supposed to be the word how? But it catches on his tongue and doesn’t come out right.

Nya understands anyway, but she hesitates. Finally, “It was Jay. It was an accident- do you remember the fight?”

The fight. He does remember- but he also doesn’t remember. Strange. The thoughts and memories surrounding the moments before his world turned sideways are disjointed and nebulous, hard to pin down and recall. He doesn’t remember why they were fighting. He had been in the middle of a fight with another man- no, he had just defeated him? He was standing alone, taking a moment to… to… analyze the field… no, he stopped because his head hurt. Didn’t he? The guy he’d defeated had gotten a lucky shot. His jaw had ached, possibly dislocated…? Then the world was a bright white-hot pillar of fire and nothing made sense anymore.

“Is Jay… okay?” The feeling of Nya's hands in his chest makes him shudder, which she nods approvingly at. His sensory input was reacting correctly.

“Er… Physically, he’s fine.” She reassures him, “But mentally… Well, he feels really guilty. He thought… we all thought it was possible he killed you. You would wake up but you wouldn’t retain any memories or information we’d give you. You just kept resetting.”

“How long…?”

“How long have you been out of commission?” She guesses. He nods and she sighs, staring at his core, “Three and a half weeks.”

Zane stares at her, dumbfounded.

“This was not a light blow, Zane. Your internal self repair programming system has really been struggling to deal with all the damage. It was touch and go for longer than I’d like to admit.” Her voice is gentle, “We’ve all been taking turns watching over you in case you wake up. This isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation.”

“I… do not… feel good.” Zane says plainly, weakly pushing her away from him and ending the examination. She doesn’t fight it, leaning away and giving him space.

She motions to the water and apple, “Those are yours from before. You should eat and drink- I know you don’t need to, but your core took some damage and you're on an energy deficit right now. You need physical fuel.”

He falls asleep before he finishes the apple.

He comes back to consciousness again in the same room, curled up in the same way, tucked in with the same blanket. This time, sitting next to him is Pixal.

“Pixal.” he says plainly. He says it like he’s proving that he remembers her.

She’s on her Borg Data Pad when he speaks, and she politely closes the case and sets it on the desk behind her, “Good morning, Zane. How are you feeling?”

The words make more sense, “I remember.” He tries to tell her firmly, with conviction, but his voice croaks out awkwardly despite his best efforts. “I remember… talking to… to Nya last… night.”

She blinks. Her whole demeanor changes- her shoulder slump in a bone-deep relief, and her eyes close, and she even takes a deep breath in. when she releases it, it trembles. When she opens her eyes again they’re shiny and wet, “You scared me.” She tells him before throwing her arms around him in a hug.

“Sorry.” He apologizes, slumping boneless into her arms.

"We're not out of the woods yet but this- this is a huge step in the right direction." She doesn't squeeze him too tightly and he's grateful.

After another examination, Pixal asks Zane if he's feeling well enough to make a trip up the elevator to see the others. To be honest, Zane wants nothing more than to do that. It’s early morning according to Pixal. He could have breakfast with them. He doesn’t respond right away, thinking. Truly feeling out everything.

His body still aches, his vision is still blurry, and it’s hard to think. He has to sort through the fog to remember anything- but he can walk, and talk, and remember.

“...Yes, I.. I want to.”

She helps him hobble his way over to the elevator and braces him while they head into the monastery. They take a break at the couch so he can gather some energy before making the final stretch to the kitchen. She sits him at the breakfast nook table and starts on pancakes at his request.

He leans back in the chair and involuntarily his eyes close until he’s lightly dozing in his chair, the rising sun warming his metal skin.

“Zane?” Cole asks, jaw dropped at the door.

Zane blinks open his eyes and smiles, “I am… okay… ish.” He says gently, and politely ignores Cole's tears as he brings him in for a quick hug.

Kai comes in next and actually jumps up and down in joy, clapping his hands. Nya is after him, and her sour-puss morning attitude does a heel turn and now she’s absolutely glowing.

When Lloyd comes in, he cries the ugliest out of them all. Zane is weirdly thankful he can’t think too clearly, or else he wouldn’t be able to simply not think about the snot patch Lloyd left on the shoulder of his pajamas. As Lloyd wipes the last of his tears he says, “I'm going to wake up Jay. He’s been sleeping in and I think he’d like to see you the most.”

Accidentally, Zane drifts off again. It feels so nice in the morning sun, and he’s exhausted again. He can’t help it.

A hand touches his gently and Zanes' eyes flutter open.

Jay is sitting next to him, looking like a kicked puppy but sixty times more pathetic and sad. He’s staring at the point of contact between their hands and Zane has to focus really hard to understand why. More of those spider webbing patterns wind down his left hand. The casing on his right had been replaced, but his left was still… still scarred from the blow. This makes Zane feel lightheaded. The injury suddenly feels so real.

“I am so… so sorry.” Jay looks like he’s about to cry. Oh- oh Jay is crying.

Zane doesn’t want Jay to cry, “It is.. Okay.” he reassures him, raising a shaky hand to place on top of Jays, “I will… be… alright. It was… an… an accident, I… I forgive you.” He says, and he means it.

“I was stupid and reckless!” Jay insists, looking at Zane with a pleading expression. Like he wants Zane to be angry- like he thinks he deserves it.

Zane pats his hand, “Eat with me.” He says as Pixal brings them each a plate.

He has to let Cole cut his pancakes up for him- his motor skills are severely lacking. It will take time for the fried pieces of his programming to repair. The next few weeks are hard and frustrating- but his friends are there to help him eat, help him walk through the monastery, even remind him basic facts that his processing fog loses.

There are things he’s lost forever. Memories that don’t exist anymore.

“We could watch the original Starfarer movie? But we’ve all already seen it.” Kai hums as he pokes through the stacks of DVDs they were discussing for movie night.

Zane wracks his brain, “I… have not…” He rephrases, “I do not… remember seeing that one.”

“Aw, lucky! What I wouldn’t give to watch it for the first time again!” Jay laments, not stopping to think before he speaks. He looks absolutely stricken when he realizes what just left his mouth.

The words shock Zane so much by their absurdity that he barks out a startled giggle before following it up with actual laugh, tittering at the sheer wrongness of that whole sentence. Jay is smiling again, and the room feels lighter.

They were there to help him laugh, too.

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

Hi! 10kDays has had a vice grip on my psyche for the last week or so, and I'm really excited to play the preview. However, I don't wanna make anyone else in my group GM this game just because I want to play it, so I'd like to try out the GMless mode of play, and so would they, but none of us have any experience with that style of game.

Is there any game you'd recommend we look at for a general picture of how you intend GMless play to work? I do own Ironsworn, which has a GMless mode, so if that jives with what you're intending that would be really convenient lmao.

Thanks for your time!

So there's a couple of thoughts i have here, starting with the shape of the game and the pieces of it that need different kinds and amounts of attention:

The game itself is kind of designed in three strands: courses, combat, and the Face game.

Courses are an adaptation of the Arc/quest mechanic from Jenna Moran's Glitch. I've found that they reduce the GM load hugely, for two reasons: you can roll up half an hour before game, ask "who wants to be in the spotlight, what does your quest say is happening in your life right now, and what needs to happen?", and drop something in. Connections and debts are also designed to give you improv prompts, and to a slightly lesser extent perspectives. The other benefit of Courses is that they move planning burden from "GM, night before game" to "player, whenever they want to think about their blorbo". So on a large-scale, "figure out what the campaign looks like" view, you can get away with improvising every session and just following your own character arcs. Likewise, the District moves and intentions are intended to give GMs an easy "i don't know what to do next" button, and the focuses of mask/gear/bell are intended to share around the responsibilities of worldbuilding. Ironsworn's oracles are another example of how to help outsource some of that decision-making, and it's the reason Appendix Yi is earmarked to be a million random tables. For more information on how oracles work, please google Jay Dragon's Sleepaway on your work computer (or at least read this Twitter thread from NightlingBug).

There are a couple story structures that are well suited to wuxia and this game. There's the Shaolin Soccer/shadowrunner/classic ttrpg setup where you are clearly a team, and there are enemy teams, and you are doing hijinks against them. But there's also a Jin Yong wuxia epic type thing where you have, let's say three or four PCs, and you're maybe nominally on the same side but you're clashing a lot and you're tied together by sworn and blood kinship and you keep running into each other. I think the most pared-down version of 10kdays you could run and still call it a full game is 3 players, characters living sort of far apart so they rarely run into each other, and interactions are 2 of the PCs clashing at a time while the 3rd player picks up any NPCs, throws in some District moves, etc. You could do a 2-player game but the kinds of interactions you could have would be severely limited, I think. The Face game of politicking and building support structures is kind of just... you two, face to face.

Now the problem on everyone's mind is fighting. It's attention-intensive, everyone's interested in it, and depending on your setup there can be loads of combatants that a GM would normally be expected to pilot. Again, there are a couple of scaffolds for trying to do this GMless. The sample Techniques in Appendix Jia come with combat tactics to make use of them, so any player can pick up an NPC combatant and figure out what they're going to do. Fight choreographing like this runs the pitfall of it feeling sort of bad to hurt your friends effectively, at least for some tables, but there is the incentive of hitting your friend's Bite highlight when you grab the corpo thug and bite them in the ass.

It is one of my mid-to-low priorities to create like algorithm type protocols for enemy fighters to run themselves, though that's still in the pipe dream phase. One thing I'm looking at here is Katabasis by Rathayibacter, which has a super cool system for easily lining up combatant actions, enemy or not). Maybe I'll end up with literal combat loop Turing machines or something.

There's one more option here which is to lean the other way -- to foreground the GM themselves being a player. I'm talking Ryuutama dragons, I'm talking Fellowship Overlords. Obviously I one hundred percent have not added this yet, and I'm not even set that I will, but it's definitely a tool I'm thinking of to help manage the wuxia/cyberpunk/other bullshit genre merger. If you went this way, it would look like picking a district -- secret note, each district is built to amplify a genre. Gongshan is made to focus on wuxia/the bell, Jiaotou is made to focus on cyber/the gear, Youzhou is made to focus on punk/the mask, Jingcai Xin is made to focus on court and courtroom politics, and Yuanhai is made to play Nezha Reborn. Pick a district that corresponds to the genre the GM is playing as, turn those Moves into Heroic/Humbling Moves and the landmarks/NPCs into Treasures and Connections, turn the Intentions into Skills. Now you can combine this with what I first talked about, sharing out cognitive load, and focus on playing as a district/genre. Is that meaningfully different from being a GM, who let's recall still counts as a player at the table? I'm a sicko who loves being a GM so I'm unqualified to comment, but try out any combination of these options and see how they take you.

[fang-revives]

3, 16 and 17!

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

Honestly? David Finlay! I fell for the Jaykada dynamic pretty hard at WK17, but I wouldn't have had that nagging sense of “if I get into it with Jay, I have to understand his thing with Finlay” if not for the fandom’s passion for them. @orange-catsidy and @eldesperadont especially. I'm really happy and grateful too, he's a character I've been happy to get to know and shape in my work!

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

I put a little hint to Jay gardening in the last chapter of Still Runner and it's still so funny to me that I didn't make that up. That's not me giving my gardening hobby to my blorbo, there's a real actual AEW segment where Jay is happily watering tomato and squash before he joins the Gunns in talking shit. Incredible.

17. the thing in canon that everyone loves and that you also love

We all go feral for how canonically and completely Finlay is in Jay's shadow and will never be rid of him haunting the narrative. And I love that >:3

[mersei47]

Jay is a contestant in the most him shaped blorbo contest which he is currently still in >:3

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I LOVE HIMMMMMMM <3333333333

[breadandblankets]

:pulls up a chair and plops my chin in my hand: pls talk about your aus

kai my beloved i care you so (lmao this is going long no ragrets)

okay! so lets talk calamity jason, this is just an excuse for me to 1) reread some old faves 2) read some new faves cause i want to understand the blorbos and 3) shove more headcanons than can possibly ever fit into my lil tumblin posts

so this whole thing started as an off hand comment to local of @/localizationed fame about how jason kinda reminded me of hua cheng lmao (theyre also obv very different but the comment was Enough) and i was like lmao what if jay was just Literally a vengeful ghost and then AUs

i really want to explore chinese jason here, as lady shiva being his mom is one of my favorite theories (which is basically supported by canon, plus or minus a little tweaking) also!!! jason and cass being siblings with vastly different philosophies of violence and justice as products of their respective upbringings are just so fun to think about

im also including duke a Lot in my story plans just cause 1) i like him and 2) i am giving jason a lot of sky/sun/stars symbolism and there is one other bat that has that in Spades it feels wrong to basically give jay some fusion/solar flare powers without Also including duke's meta powers (even if at this point in the story duke legit didn't exist)

this is shaping up to be a very jason cass duke story line, steph will be showing up pretty soon (as indicated by the ending of chap 5!)

i want a satisfying ending with some good dad bruce im sorry for the haters but i like it when bruce has any amount of character development, doug thomas is already holding the weight of me projecting my dad onto him, he needs the backup (actually dukes parents are really a chance for me to fulfill my quota of giving One of these mfers good parents)

this is literally the header of my working document, it sums up my feelings on the direction this is all going quite nicely

jason as a vehicle for my rage at the writers who killed off steph without so much as a by your leave? its more likely than you think

okay here are some rapid fire fun things

jay misses chinese micky d's something fearce, he doesn't know how to explain that its Much Better than US McD, luckily distance shortening arrays are a thing

he has a distance shortening knight chess piece, black water loves him a Theme

i have a crack scene written of jason calmly flipping over tables in metropolis when he wants to Really Fight

black water spritzed him with water when he was bad, but because hes black water, he just summoned a jet of water and made the spray bottle sound with his mouth

if i was going to have duke's parents jokerized i had a whole thingy where jay takes him in but because thats not going to happen, im thinking about duke's parents low key adopting jay (because who Wouldn't want more parents)

jay has a "demon mode" that he lives in when he's doubting his humanity, it would be big sexy if it wasn't so gosh darn sad

thank u kai, im sure this is more than what was anticipated but i can (and will) talk about this au for hours it has subsumed my brain

[ultfreakme]

For the fandom thing; the Superfam?

Hi laurie!! thank you so much for the ask~~~

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you my:

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Jay probably. I would say Jon but I wouldn't have picked up SOKE or known Jon without being intrigued by Jay first, so Jay

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): Hmmm......I guess that'd be Clark

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): KONG KENAN BABY(I am so glad he's getting more content soon)

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): In Superfam huh? Idk if Otho and Osul count as obscure now because they're on front covers, and I don't think I've read enough Superfam content to really tell, but I guess it'd be Val-Zod(he's not obscure either tbh)

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): Jon Lane Kent. idek if he counts but him'st

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): JONATHAN SAMUEL KENT YEAAAAH BABY

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): Rogol Zaar. Hated the dude as a villain

[villruu]

Yeah, didn’t mean to pressure you sorry, I just really like your writing and was curious

Sorry if it seemed like I was trying to pressure you

lmao yeah ur fine anon, dw. I just take sometimes a long time between fics but the flaw in travel series is one i can't stop writing about. They're like, my blorbos of the blorbo.

FlawInTravel!Tim and Alex are just so shaped to me! And I have lots of plan for when FIT!Jay and Brian come into play (hint: The mask-boys are back in town!), because, and i cannot stress this enough bc i find it so hilarious, everyone* but alex time-travelled too.

And everyone remembers too.

[burning-sol]

Usually my own ideas come in when it comes to shapes and other little details. The marker ahoge above Vyncent's head was my own. The different ways I integrated Aslana's pendants into the Albatrio was my own. The rose braid for Chip was my own. The scarf for Jay wasn't mine, but the patterns on them were. Gillion's eyes were my own idea from the fishiness to the white eyelashes. William's lava lamp hair was my idea. Rumi's white earring was obviously my idea. The horns of Exandroth, Rumi and Thanatos being matching were my thing (especially the halo/horn hybrid for Exandroth). Niklaus' gem in the tail was me.

Gosh, I just put so much love into these designs and I love trying to integrate the part of other's designs into my own. Blorbo from shows my beloved.

If I were to break down some of my JRWI designs and headcanons, it would have been massively influenced by the people around me. Like transfem and disabled William came from @/canyourlawnmowerdothis. Rumi's darker skin tone came from @/pyrotf2. Any top sugery scars were influenced by general fandom. Chip being latino was from the general fandom. Vyncent Sol takes major inspiration from @/seraphex. Peter's sweater was from @/jamtamart. My Niklaus design has piercings from @/fizzfags. I draw Dakota's body modelled after a drawing @/mayko-rayko did. Ayva is basically just the @/rumiracle-whip design but in my style. Jay has a nose modelled after @/orionis13's. @/aethlingg has a drawing of the Trickster that entirely inspired my own. Gillion's tusk-teeth came from @/kutakunagasblog.

I do make a lot of individual decisions but, I borrow a lot from other people too, you know? Maybe people don't realise this but I have seen and read a lot of fanart and other posts, and I LOVE them. When I reblog something, even if I don't leave a comment, I need you to know I treasure it, and things will stick with me.

I have a lot of my own merits, but I owe so much to the community who constantly inspire me. Sorry if that sounds sappy, I just love you all so much u have no idea.

[the-most-him-shaped-blorbo]

SEMIFINALS (for real this time)

[firesofdainix]

fandom ask, ofc ninjago lol

@k1ngtok1 HERE'S THE ASK!!!

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most):

Lloyd def fits the blorbo... except I think about Morro more. So... BOTH?

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped):

Lloyd??? YEAH IT'S LLOYD

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave):

BENTHOMAAR AND VANIA AND SKYLOR AND SENSEI WU AND

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week):

I like Nobu. The cloud kingdom guy. Oh also Brad and Gene and Sally, come back 🙏🙏🙏

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave):

MORRO. I ONLY LIKE ONE (1) VILLAIN.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason):

Kai, hes so fun to torture. Have you guys seen my outline for Firestorm? He gets the worst treatment out of them all.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell):

Jay Walker 🤭🤭🤭

[vhs-ghost]

sending CBS ghosts right back at ya for the fandom meme 💃🏾

thank you! i have a feeling a lot of mine will be the same as yours lol

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) -> Crash Hetty or Alberta! Love both of them and Hetty always makes me laugh the most

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) -> im thinking Thorfin, esp after knowing that he sang to Hetty when she was young 🥺 Trevor is growing on me tho, and becoming more Shaped

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) -> Sassapis! i think he's super funny but also a mystery. cant wait to know more about him!

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) -> CRASH MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED!!! I cannot wait for his return! i literally have so many posts in my drafts about him and theories lmao

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) -> ppl were mad that Isaac wasnt exactly like the Captain, but i like him. i think hes super funny and i am SO much more invested in his romance with Nigel than the Captain and Havers im sorry

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) -> Trevor bc i think it'd be funny. just a little torment tho, like Hetty trying to send him to hell lmao. (i do like him a lot more than i used to tho, bc of the Jay's Sister ep)

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) -> Hetty's husband bc that already happened

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i am curious about haven for the ask game

I’ve had this finished in my drafts for far too long dsfhsfgjhfgjf rip

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blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) - impossible to pick just one, but c!Moth and c!Gawain have been living in my head rent-free lately

scrunkly (my “baby,” character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) - is that what skrunkly means? in my mind skrunkly is more "my beloved drowned ferret who has every disease," who is of course c!Jackdaw, but on the terminally endearing end of the spectrum I'd have to go with Whimsy, who is impossibly sweet and also a carnivorous polar bear with giant butterfly wings

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) - everyone on Haven deserves more appreciation imo, but special shoutout to c!Navn and c!Angel for having some Good Freaking Lore; everyone should go follow navndyin and angelhunnybunn on Twitch right now this is not a request

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) - the guy who sold me 4 barrels of tuna in DMs (33:10 of this video; please enjoy me dying of laughter as I relay the tale to Gawain)

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) - I mean, Rat is very literally Haven's poor little meow meow, but in the more metaphysical sense I would also nominate Sleep for this category, both for his moral ambiguity and his devastating social anxiety

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) - c!Oz but only because I love them

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) - K, because he hurt c!Moth and that is a crime

Moth - @knife-moth-mc

Gawain - @gawaininred

Navn - @navndyin

Angel - @saturn-rabbits

Jay (c!Rat) - @shieldcats

Sleep - @deepestsleep-streams

Oz - @osiliy