#and orig hand

[your-gummi-partner]

Where did these hands come from

Did you befriend some multi-handed deity or something

[ The Gator still can't hear the anon ]

//I can answer! It started when Gummigoo was feeling like scared for a reason I don't remember and the original hand came down and did this

It also gave him chin scritches and then it came back with 3 more hands, here's the texture of all of the hands

And now they kinda just hang around, giving him stuff like food and a charger for the ipad he used to have and also comforting him too

I honestly have grown to love the hands!!

[daftpatience]

also my favourite one got the spot of honor (right next to my tablet)

BONUS I DREW HIM

[betweenlands]

in honor of the new kenadian video, have the best and most finished contiguous bits of a fic i was trying to write for the @mcyt-builds-contest prison edition and never completed. personally, i think giving ken access to modded materials could only lead to good things.

previous bracket fic here if you haven't read it! image transcript under the cut! (surprise! this was arcosc all along!)

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“Why’re you so worried about this, anyway?” he finally says, because he’s pretty sure worry is the expression he’s reading on Legundo’s face.

“I have…” the King in the North says, grimacing, “a bit of prior experience with prisons, you could say. Both illager and player-made.”

Viking gets the feeling he’s touched a nerve, and nearly slaps his hand over his forehead as he belatedly remembers the first time the King in the North had mentioned some sort of dungeon built by – something about iron crocodiles, he thinks. Come to think of it, that building had come up earlier in this tournament.

“Forge, right? The Prison of the Iron Crocodiles that lost to Pandora in the first rounds?”

“That’s one of them,” the King in the North confirms. “Speaking of which, do you have any idea where Forge went after his dungeons lost the contest to this prison?”

Viking shrugs. “Nada. Maybe he just slunk off?”

“It’s not like him to vanish without any sign of reemergence,” the King in the North mutters, tapping his fingers against the table. “My version of Shadow, maybe. Forge? He should’ve caused trouble somewhere by now. Made some sort of uneasy or paranoid alliance with another person that lost the first round.”

“Come to think of it,” Viking says, “I haven’t seen that Asgaard guy anywhere after we shook hands and called it a good match. I was hoping he’d stick around for color commentary on worldbuilding or something, but maybe he just had a project to do?”

The King in the North shakes his head. “I don’t think so. I think something’s going after other people on the bracket. This other finals entrant – I know you’ve been busy on your own front, but have you seen them yet?”

“Nope,” Viking says. “And I haven’t seen the guy who looks kind of like they’d be my cousin if I was a catboy, either. Which… wait. Wait, that’s really weird! His entire thing is prisons and escape rooms, they should be at this match, he would definitely have something snarky to say about it!”

“About that,” a slightly familiar voice says. “I kinda got put in a tube.”

The catperson crouched on a chair at the far end of the room raises their hand with a wave and a wry grin. “Sorry I’m late. Train ran slow. Also the whole getting put in a tube thing.”

“You got –” Viking gestures. “Wait. First question. How did you get down here?”

Kenadian examines his clawed fingernails with one raised eyebrow. “Hopped around waystones for a bit until your hat layers loaded in on the tab screen. Composter glitched so I could look around underground. Saw a stronghold. Dug straight down. Don’t worry, I covered it back up.”

Viking unconsciously reaches up to his very unhatted head, adjusting his goggles slightly. Next to him, the King in the North seems to be in a very similar state of confusion. 

“Tab… screen?” he finally manages.

“Composter glitch?” Viking adds.

“Oh, we’re from a world that doesn’t have diegetic game mechanics, that’s just great,” Kenadian huffs. “Anyway. Aren’t you a ghost? Can’t you just chug a fire resistance potion and walk through the walls?”

“I already explained that to him,” Viking says, recovering from the brief shock of some random guy he’s only met once breaking into his secret underground headquarters base. “Phantoms can’t pass through obsidian or crying obsidian.”

“God you guys are hopeless,” Kenadian says, slapping one hand over their face. “Just make them not obsidian, then! You can literally just do that!”

“I…” Viking says, “what?”

Kenadian stands up again and tosses something onto the table with a loud clatter, crossing their arms with a smug expression.

Viking blinks down at the diamond-tipped chisel on the table with a confused expression on his face. “Why are you giving me a chisel?”

“Oh my god do I have to spell everything out for you,” Kenadian groans. “Bit blocks only carry so much internal info and most of it’s either transparency or whether or not they give off light. Just take a single voxel – oh, sorry, bit – out of any walls in your way and they stop being obsidian and start being bit blocks. It’s literally just that simple.”

[prostocupoftea]

Guys i made it

i put him in blender

My dummass kinito shape design was too hard to draw so now he is menacingly A-posing in my .blend file

I will need to rig him and then i can make him do silly dances. Jk mostly posing

Also i think i'll draw eye on him by hand in each frame just so that he'd have that vibe of... idk, my sufferings maybe ? but i think that could look cool

Anyway, he is stupid, i love him, i hope you do too

[t00thpasteface]

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[tacticalgrandma]

I love how fandom and ao3 are gay gay queer utopias right up until someone mentions how these environments seem to replicate the misogynistic patterns of the societies they come from, at which point all writers are cishet women.

[wolves-in-the-world]

I'm kinda re-evaluating my opinion on the san lorenzo job this watch through. I've seen people point out before that it's a lighthearted and rather easy job after the high stakes of the previous episode, with no real catharsis for eliot on the moreau front. and I've generally agreed with that assessment. this time, though - well, for one thing, me and my limited angst tolerance are very glad for the respite.

and the impression eliot gives is almost that he has had his catharsis, or knows he's getting it now. whether it was by letting nate hold him back and trusting in nate and the team to take moreau down - letting himself fall back into the role of just working with them to keep them safe, not trying to work alone like he did under moreau, like moreau cornered him into doing in the warehouse - or... well.

the other theory is messy, is the thing. it's morally grey at best and not the healthiest option. but eliot got to walk out into a warehouse of monsters just like the one he used to be and put an end to them. he picked up a gun one last time to use it on people who were even worse than him.

it's not that I want to glamourise that. it's not that I think those murders don't count to him, though perhaps, yes, they could count less than the others at his hands, if he lets himself think of them as a little less than human even after the fact. it's too messy for me to be sure of that. but I think there could be something very cathartic, to the part of him that thinks he's monstrous, that he's damned, to be able to externalise those feelings for once, when they must have been weighing down on him harder than they had done for years.

it's fucked up, as catharsis goes. but I don't go to fiction for the best moral examples these days, so I find myself glad, all the same, that he had it.

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Sorry not sorry.

FUCKING. RUDE.

[your-gummi-partner]

*One of the giant hands is flipping someone off only to be promptly slapped be another, and then they all began comforting Gummigoo.*

-the four hands

[ The Gator feels slightly better, unwrapping his tail from his legs ]

[steevejr]

i dont know whats wrong with me but every media i create just HAS to end up being a tragedy -_- like margo is intentionally like that because every character loses everything (due to their own actions!!!!!!!) but i sit down to write silly little fantasy and accidentally add the tragedy to it. it was supposed to be fun! who added the themes of loss and death to this shit!!!!!! it was supposed to be a fun silly fantasy gang adventure with clowns!!!!!!!!

[betweenlands]

well, that's not very reassuring.

give legundo your soul, it will be fine, source dude trust me

(unedited images below cut as always)

[lambentumbra]

ummm ok u can have kind of spicy flavor sketch. as a treat (its hard to tell but the thumb is pressing a pill down)

cameron (they/any) (feat olis hand)

(originally posted 5/2/24)

[elhnrt]

cover :))))

a!mada/a!tobi bitching wips

ugly stage rn but i'm liking it so far

[tacticalgrandma]

Ah yes the obligate carnivores of my household and the foods they go absolutely feral over *checks notes* salad and baby carrots, respectively

[unsafecoma]

thicket , adult , proshitters & bigots dni

welcome 2my sideblog. i enjoy the robots a lot.  🫶

[wolves-in-the-world]

five times quinn pretended to be a birdwatcher on the job and one time it had to be eliot