#don't freaking out it's unfinished art

[mooncakebun]

Some Hualian art I'm working on these days (not sure I'll ever finish any of them but let's see, almost 2 years hiatus is no joke T^T)

Just recently I had the chance to buy the official Hungarian release of the books, and that alone reignited my love for the novel.

Not so coincidentally, I found plenty of unfinished scraps of fan art on my computer and realized I missed TGCF quite a lot, also missed making fan art... so not all of these are brand new haha... drawing style also changed so much even tho I haven't drawn a single line since ~2022.

(+ I don't use twitter anymore (though IG freaks me out with the interface and small picture format, I recovered my acc so I’m using it again), but I found the password for Tumblr saved on my laptop :D hahaha...)

[meryxonepitheterasedarc]

What the hell is meryxon and how I even got here + mini character analysis

Btw it's not me trying to pitch the ship or make everyone like it. I'm just explaining to ppl who have no idea wtf is going on.

P.S. English aint my first language so i'm sorry in advance.

Ok. Since I dedicated a whole blog to archiving my art of this two specifically, I think it's fun to explain how it even started and my insides on this ship of two characters FROM LOST MEDIA ROLE PLAY SESSIONS that NEVER MET eachother and only have 1 mention of one another. I'm pretty much playing of hoping that Jello will find it funny and just makes them interact in ee ONCE. I pretty much would happy to have that. This's a mess. Also I don't think that he's a type of author to go that mush on fandoms side but I resigned myself.

I think it might have started when I only started on writing HCD. An ee fangame "Epithet Erased hot crispy dazzling", you can find more abt in on my twt. I decided to replace the Warden's role with Meryl (not literally. She's in lockdown as a prison doctor after being demoted and acts as a boss in hcd) since I found liking to her and thought that her constantly panicking attitude but also an active position in combat (the fact that lamp rolled the biggest initiative led to her starting the combat and also her pulling out her gun when she started panicking) would be fun in prison break scenario. So, I was writing the hcd plot. We know. The ep 3 but in it turned into a freaking nonary game in the end (ep 2 of the game that I'll never make) and this tweet happened:

I was making random ac ship tweets like that for a bit. I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY. And then I ended up putting Meryl vs Dixon in hcd, similar to what Ramsey had with Zora, from characters perspective, and with Percy, from morality perspective. So, I wrote hcd draft with all of that and found their dynamic funny. Like this short cop lady bickering with this huge prisoner dude, who has a family record of juveniles and somehow, she's still the one who's likely to harm people directly, even though It's out of fear or paranoia 🤣

Since I won't commit to making separate character analysis, I'll list the things of those two that I found to be funny parallels or coincidences using comments fro original players: Oz and Lamp (source: Epithet Shrine (neocities.org)) Also yeah, we're talking the ac versions of characters since Jello probably would rewrite them in some way in the future: 1)both have anxiety problems and paranoia in some way.

2)both got working not the jobs they initially wanted

3) both keep shit in their hair for some reason 😅

and now, I'm now even fucking joking, I've made 3 scenarios, in that they would possibly have met. 1) The hcd plot.

They've met in prison and responsibilities of keeping Dixon alive got tossed on Meryl by Xerxes, who fucking gaslight them both that they've met in school. 2)that unfinished ee animation of ac ep 4.

They meet in contact room, where Meryl was giving directions to Rick, Noah and Stan and last bliss ocean officer. Dixon refused to give any more tips until we let him participate, so he's here now too. So there 4 scenes with them taking the mic from eachother and giving directly opposite hints.

3) The delusional territory. The fun one.

When they were in their 20's they used to date and Meryl was still in medical school at the time. But when she got too overwhelmed and dropped out and Dixon started to go nuts in conspiracy - they broke up. So their whole dynamic is the same but they're ex-s, so they use their memories of dating to moke eachother. Imagine having a crisis over if you're capable for your profession or not and your boyfriend goes fucking insane.

So, yeah. Here's the full dive into my hyperfixation that i got myself into after making a stupid joke abt a crack ship.

[ha-rinrin]

BIRD OF A FEATHER

soo I wrote this at 2am, idk how I feel about this, I heard the song and just wrote.

word count: 5.8k

masterlist

I want you to stay

Till I'm in the grave

Till I rot away, dead and buried

Till I'm in the casket you carry

The night air was thick with unspoken words as you and Jinx sat atop a crumbling rooftop, the distant hum of the city echoing below. The moon cast a pale light, illuminating her wild blue hair, a stark contrast to the dark sky. You looked at her, your heart racing, feeling the weight of everything left unsaid.

“I want you to stay,” you said, breaking the silence. “I don't want to ever lose you” Your voice was steady, but your heart trembled at the vulnerability you were laying bare. Jinx turned to you, her bright eyes reflecting both mischief and a deep-seated fear. “What do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head, curiosity dancing in her gaze.

“I don’t want to face the world without you. I want you by my side, even when everything turns dark.” The words poured out, raw and unfiltered, and you could see the walls she built around her heart beginning to crack.

Jinx’s laughter was sharp, tinged with a hint of disbelief. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” she said, her tone playful yet serious. “I’m chaos. I’m a mess.” But even as she spoke, you could see the flicker of something deeper in her eyes—a longing that mirrored your own.

“I know you are,” you replied, reaching for her hand, your fingers brushing against her cool skin. “But I wouldn’t want you any other way. I want you to stay, even when it gets hard. Even when it feels like we’re fighting the world and death together.” Your grip her hand tighter, a silent promise that you wouldn’t let go.

She sighed, a mix of exasperation and affection. “You’re crazy, you know that? I could bring a whole storm into your life.” Her smile was a beacon of light in the darkness, and you couldn’t help but grin back. “Maybe I like storms,” you teased, your heart swelling at the thought of being by her side through it all.

“Fine,” Jinx finally relented, her expression softening. “I’ll stay. But only if you promise not to freak out when I blow things up.” You laughed, the sound echoing into the night, and for a moment, the weight of the world felt lighter.

“Deal,” you said, squeezing her hand tighter. “But you have to promise me something in return.” Jinx raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What’s that?” she asked. “Promise me that when the time comes, you’ll carry me even if I'm in a casket.” The gravity of your words hung in the air, and for the first time, you saw her guard completely drop.

“You’re serious?, you ask some weird things, you know that right?” she whispered first amused, and then, it hit her, her voice now trembling. “But seriously, you want me there when… when it’s all over?” Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of fear and something deeper, something that spoke of connection and commitment. “I do,” you replied, your voice steady. “I want you to stay till the very end, Jinx. You’re my chaos, my storm, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

She looked at you, her heart racing, and in that moment, the bond between you felt unbreakable. “Then I guess we’re stuck with each other,” she said, a smile creeping across her lips. “Until the grave, I love you my little weirdo.”

And as the stars twinkled above, you knew that no matter what chaos lay ahead, you would face it together, side by side, until the very end.

If you go, I'm going too, uh

'Cause it was always you, uh

And if I'm turning blue, please, don't save me

Nothing left to lose without my baby

The chaos of the outside world faded into the background as you sat cross-legged on the floor of Jinx’s room, surrounded by her eclectic collection of art supplies and colorful spray cans. The walls were a vibrant canvas of unfinished pieces and wild sketches, each telling a story of rebellion and creativity. A warm glow from the string lights overhead cast a soft light, making the space feel both intimate and alive.

Jinx sprawled across her unmade bed, her head resting on her arms. She looked at you, a serious glint in her eye. “You know,” she said, “if you ever decide to leave this place, count me in, I’m not staying behind without you.”

You paused, taken aback by the sincerity of her words. “Really? You’d just walk away from everything?”

She sat up, her expression serious now. “Absolutely. It’s always been you. I don’t care about the chaos outside if I don’t have you by my side. I’d rather take the leap into the unknown than stay here and watch you go.”

A warmth spread through you at her confession, making your heart race. “But what if it gets messy? What if we end up lost? or, i dont know, a lot of bad thing can happen out there”

Jinx shrugged, a playful grin breaking through her seriousness. “That’s the adventure, isn’t it? If things get tough, I want you right there with me. I don’t want anyone else by my side if everything goes south.”

You felt a sense of comfort in her words, a deep connection pulling you closer. “I’d choose to be with you, no matter what happens. I’d take that risk.”

She shifted closer, her knee brushing against yours, and the playful spark in her eyes deepened. “Good. Because nothing feels right without you. We’ll carve our own path together.”

In that cluttered room, surrounded by the remnants of Jinx’s wild spirit, you both knew that whatever chaos awaited you, you would face it hand in hand. The world outside might be unpredictable, but in this moment, it felt like you had everything you needed right here. Without each other, life would feel empty, like there was nothing left to hold onto

Birds of a feather, we should stick together

I know I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone

Can't change the weather, might not be forever

But if it's forever, it's even better

The streets of Piltover buzzed with the energy of night, colorful lights reflecting off cobblestones slick with rain. You and Jinx sprinted through the labyrinthine alleyways, her laughter echoing in the air, a wild melody in the chaos. Jinx’s grip was tight on your hand, pulling you deeper into the heart of the city where the shadows danced and danger lurked.

“Faster!” she shouted, glancing over her shoulder. “We’ve got company!”

You didn’t need to ask who. The faint sound of guards calling out, their footsteps growing louder behind you, sent a rush of adrenaline through your veins. Jinx’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she tugged you toward a bustling market square. “Trust me, we can lose them in the crowd!”

Without hesitation, you followed her lead, dodging merchants and stalls overflowing with colorful goods. She grabbed a handful of trinkets from a vendor’s table, tossing them over her shoulder as you weaved through startled onlookers. “Sorry!” she shouted, her laughter echoing as chaos erupted behind you.

Jinx skidded to a halt in the center of the square, pulling you close. “Now watch this!” With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a handful of smoke bombs into the air. The moment they exploded, vibrant clouds of color erupted, enveloping the square and obscuring everything in a surreal haze.

“Go!” she shouted, and you both plunged into the swirling smoke, hearts racing. You could hear the guards shouting, struggling to navigate through the confusion.

With her hand still intertwined with yours, Jinx led you toward a side street, the laughter of the crowd echoing behind you. “We’ve got to find a place to hide!” she urged, her breath coming quick but excited.

You ducked into a narrow alleyway, pressing against the damp brick wall as the sounds of chaos faded into the distance. Jinx’s eyes shone with exhilaration as she turned to you, a mix of thrill and mischief lighting her face. “Did you see their faces? They had no idea!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension from the chase dissipating. “You really are insane,” you said, shaking your head, but your heart raced in response to her wild energy.

“Insane or brilliant? What do you think?” she teased, nudging your shoulder playfully. “We’re like birds of a feather, causing chaos together. It’s never boring with me around!”

“More like a disaster waiting to happen,” you replied, but the warmth in your chest told a different story.

Jinx leaned in closer, her expression turning serious for a moment. “If I go down, I want you right there with me. No one else could make this fun,” she said, her voice a mix of sincerity and bravado.

You felt the weight of her words, realizing just how much this chaotic life meant to her. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, squeezing her hand. “As long as you’re here, I’ll stick by you.”

With a wild grin, Jinx pulled you back into the fray, the night still full of adventures and the thrill of uncertainty. No matter the danger, you knew one thing: being by her side, you could face anything Piltover threw your way.

And I don't know what I'm crying for

I don't think I could love you more

It might not be long, but, baby, I

The moon hung low over Piltover, bathing the city in a silvery glow. You and Jinx sat on the edge of a rooftop, dangling your legs over the side as you watched the streets below buzz with life. It felt like you were perched on the edge of the world, the chaos of the city swirling around you, but in that moment, everything was still.

Jinx broke the silence first, her voice a mix of excitement and mischief. “Look at them down there! They have no idea what kind of trouble we could unleash.” Her laughter rang out, bright and carefree, but you sensed an undercurrent of something deeper.

You turned your gaze to her, noticing the way her smile faded slightly. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, tilting her head, her blue hair catching the moonlight. “You’re being all quiet and weird.”

A lump formed in your throat, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on you. “I just… I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like everything is slipping away.” You looked out over the city, the vibrant life below starkly contrasted with the emptiness that threatened to engulf you.

Jinx’s expression shifted, her playful demeanor dimming. “Hey,” she said softly, “you know I’d do anything to keep us together, right?” The sincerity in her voice tugged at your heart, and you couldn’t help but reach out for her hand.

“I know,” you replied, squeezing her fingers tightly. “I just wish we had more time.”

She leaned in closer, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. “You’re not going anywhere, right? I need you here with me, we have plenty of time.”

You wanted to assure her, to promise her that you would always be by her side, but the truth weighed heavy on your mind. “I’ll always be here, even if… things change.” You didn’t dare voice the fear that lurked in the corners of your thoughts, the truth that hunts you, that there's the possibility that you could be leaving soon.

“Things don’t have to change,” she insisted, a spark of defiance in her gaze. “As long as we’re together, we can take on anything. This city doesn’t stand a chance against us.”

You smiled at her enthusiasm, but the truth of your situation lingered like a ghost. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” you murmured, looking back down at the streets filled with strangers, unaware of the chaos that danced in the shadows.

Jinx’s grip tightened on your hand, and for a moment, it felt like nothing could break the bond between you. “We’re partners in crime. It’s just us against the world,” she said, her voice firm. “And if things get dark, I’ll find a way to pull you back.”

“Promise?” you asked, though the word tasted bittersweet on your tongue.

“Always,” she replied, but the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes made your heart ache. You both knew that the future was uncertain, that the dangers lurking in Piltover could change everything in an instant.

As you sat there, the city sprawling beneath you, a sense of urgency filled the air. You leaned closer to her, willing the moment to last forever. “Whatever happens, just know you mean everything to me,” you whispered.

She looked at you, her blue eyes shimmering with a mix of determination and fear. “You’re not allowed to leave me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Never,” you promised, though a part of you wondered how long you could keep that vow.

In the stillness of the night, the two of you lingered on that rooftop, the weight of unspoken truths hanging between you. You could feel the inevitability of change creeping closer, but for now, you held onto each other, two souls caught in the chaos of Piltover, unwilling to let go

I'll love you till the day that I die

Till the day that I die

Till the light leaves my eyes

Till the day that I die

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the weight of your impending fate. You knew this was coming. You lay against the cold, hard floor of Jinx’s chaotic sanctuary, each breath a struggle as the sounds of the outside world grew distant. Jinx sat beside you, her vibrant blue hair fanned out like a halo, eyes wide with fear and disbelief.

“Stay with me,” she urged, her voice trembling, but you could see the fear creeping in behind her usual bravado. Her fingers intertwined with yours, a desperate grip as if she could hold you to this world through sheer will, your body in Jinx's arms, held as if she could change what was about to come.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jinx,” you whispered, your voice hoarse. Pain lanced through your body, but the warmth of her touch grounded you. “Not without you.”

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, the chaos that usually surrounded her now replaced by raw vulnerability. “You can’t leave me. Not like this. We were supposed to—”

“I know,” you interrupted gently, fighting against the wave of darkness threatening to engulf you. “We had so much left to do. But I need you to understand something.” You paused, gathering what little strength you had left. “You are everything to me. More than this life, more than any adventure. I wouldn’t trade our moments for anything.”

Jinx’s breath hitched as she clung to your hand, to your dying body, desperation painting her features. “Don’t say that. We’ll figure this out. We always do.”

“But what if we don’t?” you replied softly, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on you. “You have to keep going. You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. You’ve faced the darkest of nights and come out shining. Promise me you won’t let this break you. My time has run out. I’m sorry Jinx.”

Tears spilled from her eyes, tracing down her cheeks as she shook her head. “I don’t want to live in a world without you. You’re my light, my chaos, my everything.”

“Then carry me with you. I’ll be right there, in your heart,” you murmured, your voice growing fainter. “You have to keep living for both of us. Find your way, even when it feels impossible. You’ve always been the one to make the impossible happen.”

Jinx pressed her forehead against yours, the warmth of her skin a stark contrast to the chill creeping through your body. “I can’t let you go. I won’t,” she whispered, a rawness in her voice that shattered your heart.

“Just hold onto me,” you replied, your eyes fluttering as the darkness threatened to claim you. “And remember the laughter, the chaos, the way we fought for each other. That’s what I’ll live for. Take this.” You can feel all your muscles giving up on you as you search for the clasp of your necklace—a locket, actually. Inside, there's a photo of you and Jinx, one of your happiest moments together, kept intact by a picture. She holds it in her hand as if her life depended on it.

In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of a life filled with wild adventures, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. You held Jinx’s gaze, memorizing every detail, every flicker of emotion before the world began to fade. As your consciousness slipped away, her grip on your hand and body tightened, the love and fear intertwining in a bittersweet farewell.

You would always be with her, a whisper in the wind, a promise that love, even in its most fragile form, would endure beyond the chaos

I want you to see, mmm

How you look to me, huh

You wouldn't believe if I told ya

You would keep the compliments I throw ya

The air in Zaun was thick with the scent of oil and smoke, mingling with the vibrant chaos that thrived in the underbelly of Piltover. Neon lights flickered above as you and Jinx darted through the narrow alleyways, her laughter echoing off the grimy walls. It felt exhilarating, the rush of adrenaline coursing through you as you followed her lead, your heart racing in time with the city’s pulse.

“Come on! We’re almost there!” she shouted over her shoulder, her voice filled with infectious excitement. You felt her hand grip yours, fingers intertwining as she pulled you along, weaving through a crowd of colorful characters and shadowy figures.

You couldn’t help but admire her—the way she moved with such confidence and fearlessness, her blue hair trailing behind like a comet’s tail. In moments like this, she was electric, and you wished she could see the beauty in her chaos as you did.

As you turned a corner, you stumbled slightly, and Jinx glanced back, concern flickering across her face. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah, just keeping up with you!” you replied, a grin spreading across your face. “You’re like a whirlwind!”

She laughed, a sound that cut through the din of the streets, brightening even the darkest corners of Zaun. “Well, you better hang on tight, then! I’ve got plans for tonight!”

The two of you skidded to a halt in front of a makeshift market, colorful stalls bursting with odd trinkets and eccentric gadgets. Jinx’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced around, plotting your next move. “Let’s cause some chaos! I bet we can swipe some of that gear over there before anyone notices.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” you asked, a hint of hesitation creeping into your voice.

She shot you a playful grin, her eyes glinting with excitement. “Where’s your sense of adventure? Besides, it’ll be fun! Just think about how amazing it’ll feel to get away with it!”

You hesitated, but the thrill of the moment was too tempting to resist. “Alright, let’s do it.”

With that, you both dove into the chaos of the market. Jinx led the charge, her laughter ringing out as she expertly swiped items from the stalls while you followed closely, trying to keep up with her frenetic energy. Each time you narrowly avoided detection, adrenaline surged through you, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom that was intoxicating.

As you ducked behind a stall, your heart racing, you caught your breath, watching Jinx in awe. “You’re incredible,” you said, half in disbelief, half in admiration. “You make this look easy.”

She turned, a wild grin plastered across her face, and for a moment, everything else faded away. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely. You’ve got this whole chaotic charm that pulls everyone in,” you replied, your eyes locking with hers, feeling a rush of emotion. “I just wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

Her expression softened for a moment, vulnerability flickering behind her usual self. “Yeah, right. I’m just a mess,” she said, a hint of self-doubt creeping in.

“You’re not just a mess; you’re my mess,” you replied, the words tumbling out before you could think twice. “And I wouldn’t trade our adventures for anything.”

Jinx’s eyes widened slightly, surprise dancing across her features before she laughed it off. “Okay, maybe I’ll keep you around to remind me how awesome I am!”

As the night wore on, the chaos of Zaun wrapped around you like a familiar blanket, the energy of the city mirrored in the electric connection between you and Jinx. In that moment, amidst the thrum of excitement and danger, you knew that no matter where your paths led, you would always find your way back to each other.

But you're so full of shit, hmm

Tell me it's a bit, oh

Say you don't see it, your mind's polluted

Say you wanna quit, don't be stupid

The neon lights flickered above, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the grimy streets of Zaun. You found yourself in one of the many hidden corners, the air thick with the scent of metal and something sweetly toxic. Jinx leaned against a wall, her arms crossed, a frown tugging at her lips as she scrolled through her chaotic collection of gadgets.

“Seriously, Jinx, you can’t keep doing this,” you said, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “This whole ‘I’m invincible’ act is getting old. You can’t just keep risking everything for a thrill.”

She looked up, her expression a mix of annoyance and defiance. “Oh, come on! You’re just being dramatic. What’s the worst that could happen? It’s all just fun and games.”

“It’s not just fun!” you snapped, running a hand through your hair. “You think this is a joke? Every time you pull one of these stunts, it gets closer and closer to blowing up in your face. You need to see what you’re getting into!”

Jinx’s laughter echoed in the alley, but it lacked its usual lightness. “You don’t get it, do you? I thrive on this chaos! It’s what keeps me alive. I’m not going to sit around and play it safe, waiting for a life that’ll never happen.”

“Yeah? And what happens when that thrill runs out?” you shot back, feeling your heart race with frustration. “You’ll end up alone, with nothing but regrets. Can’t you see how polluted your mind is with this reckless nonsense?”

She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms tighter, the playful spark gone from her gaze. “And what about you? Always trying to play the responsible one, acting like you’re better than this. You think you’re saving me, but all you’re doing is holding me back!”

“Maybe I’m trying to keep you from getting hurt!” you exclaimed, your voice rising. “I care about you, Jinx! Can’t you understand that?”

A moment of silence stretched between you, thick with tension. Jinx’s expression flickered, a mixture of anger and something softer, more vulnerable. “I don’t need saving,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I just want to live. And if that means taking risks, then so be it.”

“Risking everything for a thrill isn’t living,” you countered, your heart aching at the thought of losing her to her reckless pursuit. “You’re better than this, Jinx. I just wish you could see it.”

She turned away, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. “Maybe I don’t want to be better. Maybe I just want to be free.”

You stepped closer, desperation clawing at your chest. “You can be free without putting yourself in danger. Please, just think for a second about what you’re doing.”

As her gaze remained fixed on the distant cityscape, you could see the turmoil churning within her. “You’re so full of shit,” she muttered, more to herself than to you. “You don’t get it at all.”

“Then help me understand,” you pleaded, reaching out gently to touch her shoulder. “I’m here, and I want to understand. But you need to stop pushing me away.”

Jinx finally turned to face you, her eyes searching yours for something—understanding, maybe, or just the reassurance that you wouldn’t walk away. “You really think I’m worth saving?”

You nodded, your voice steady. “I know you are. You’re worth every risk, every chaotic moment we share. Just… let me in.”

A flicker of vulnerability crossed her face before she broke eye contact, the walls she built around her beginning to crack. “Fine,” she said, her tone softer, but still defiant. “But if you think you can change me, you’re in for a wild ride.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her stubbornness. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As the neon lights continued to dance above you, the tension eased, leaving a fragile understanding hanging in the air. In that moment, you knew you were both in for a chaotic adventure, but at least now, you would face it together.

And I don't know what I'm crying for

I don't think I could love you more

It might not be long, but, baby, but I

Don't wanna say goodbye.

The shadows loomed over the abandoned warehouse where the two of you used to hide away from the chaos. Jinx stood alone, the familiar graffiti-covered walls feeling more suffocating than ever. It had been weeks since you had left, and yet, it felt like mere moments, each passing second amplifying the ache in her chest. Your locket became an extension of herself at this point.

With a shaky breath, she traced her fingers over the spot where you used to sit, laughing at her wild ideas and encouraging, sometimes even stopping her reckless dreams, you were her steady anchor. It felt so empty now, a hollow space where your warmth used to reside. She had tried to convince herself that she was fine, that she could carry on, for you, but every corner of the warehouse echoed your absence.

Jinx clenched her fists, anger bubbling beneath the surface. “Why did you have to leave me?” she shouted into the silence, her voice cracking. “You promised you’d always be here! I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you!. You promised” Tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and unrelenting, as she sank to the floor.

The world outside continued to move on, but for her, time had stopped. Memories flashed in her mind like lightning: the way your laughter filled the air, the tender moments shared in the midst of chaos, the quiet whispers of love that felt too fragile to hold. And now, all of it was gone, leaving only the suffocating darkness of grief behind.

“I don’t know what I’m crying for,” she murmured, the words barely escaping her lips. “I should be strong. I should be… better. But I can’t. I just… I don’t think I could ever love anyone more than I loved you.” Her voice broke, a mix of despair and regret.

As she pressed her hands against her temples, the memories became unbearable. Each laugh, each smile, felt like a knife twisting in her heart. It was as if the universe had conspired to strip away the one thing that made her feel alive, leaving her in a cold, empty shell.

Jinx closed her eyes, trying to picture your face, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth. But the image slipped away, replaced by the painful reality of your absence. “It might not be long, but I…” she choked, struggling to speak through the tears. “I don’t want to say goodbye. I can’t.”

The weight of her sorrow crashed down on her, and she collapsed onto the ground, sobs wracking her body. The chaos of Zaun felt distant, insignificant compared to the storm raging within her. “I need you,” she whispered, her voice raw with longing. “I can’t do this without you.”

In the stillness, she could almost hear your laughter, like a soft breeze brushing against her skin. But it was just a cruel reminder of everything she had lost. The realization settled in her bones, heavy and suffocating. Without you, there was no adventure, no chaos worth pursuing. Just an endless cycle of pain and emptiness.

As she lay there, curled into herself, she knew she had to find a way to keep you alive in her heart. But the thought felt like a bitter promise, a weight she wasn’t sure she could carry. “I’ll never forget you,” she whispered into the void, a final plea to the universe. “But I don’t know how to move on without you.”

(Birds of a feather, we should stick together) till the day that I die

(I know I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone) till the light leaves my eyes

(Can't change the weather, might not be forever) till the day that I die

But if it's forever, it's even better

The dim light of the stars flickered overhead as you and Jinx settled onto a rooftop in the heart of Zaun. The city below buzzed with the usual energy: vendors calling out, streetlights flickering, and laughter mingling with distant shouts. From up here, the chaos felt both distant and close, a pulse that thrummed in the air.

Jinx leaned back against the cool surface, her wild hair spilling out behind her like a cascade of color. “Can you believe we made it up here? No one knows about this spot!” she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. You could see the thrill of adventure in her expression, the way it lit her up from the inside.

“It’s our little secret,” you replied with a grin, glancing around at the scattered rooftops. It was a perfect hideaway, a sanctuary from the world below. You could see the sprawling chaos of Zaun, but up here, you felt almost invincible, as if the city couldn’t touch you.

Jinx sprang up and started to dance, her movements erratic and electric. “Look at me! I’m a queen of the rooftops!” she shouted, twirling with reckless abandon, her laughter ringing out into the night. You couldn’t help but smile, the joy in her voice contagious.

You joined her, laughter spilling from your lips as you twirled along with her, the two of you spinning under the starry sky. But as the laughter faded into the cool night air, the weight of unspoken words lingered. Jinx suddenly stopped, her expression shifting. “You know, sometimes I think about how this could all end,” she admitted, a frown creasing her brow.

“Jinx, don’t—” you started, but she waved you off, her usual self faltering for a moment.

“No, really. If I go down, I want you to come with me. I can’t handle the thought of facing it alone,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but the urgency was palpable.

You stepped closer, capturing her gaze with yours. “You won’t have to face anything alone. We’re in this together.”

Her eyes softened, and you could see the flicker of vulnerability beneath her playful exterior. “I don’t want to be left behind. I don’t want to go back to being alone.”

“I won’t let that happen,” you promised, feeling the weight of your words. “You’re stuck with me, Jinx. No matter what.”

With a deep breath, Jinx broke into a smile again, though you could see the remnants of her fear lingering in her eyes. “Yeah, you’re right. Just look at us! We’re unstoppable!”

You both shared a laugh, the tension easing as the stars sparkled above you. But deep down, the uncertainty of tomorrow still loomed.

“You know,” Jinx said, glancing down at the bustling streets below, “life down there is unpredictable. I might screw up, and it could cost us everything.”

You squeezed her hand, grounding her. “And if that happens, we’ll face it together. I’ll always be right here. I won’t leave.”

In that moment, she leaned closer, the warmth of her presence enveloping you. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

And as the city pulsed below, you both knew that amidst the chaos, you would always stick together, come what may. In the heart of Zaun, on that rooftop, under the vast sky, you felt invincible—two birds of a feather refusing to fly solo, bound together by a bond that could withstand anything. But at the end of the end, promises slip through our fingers.

I knew you in another life

You had the same look in your eyes

I love you, don't act so surprised

You’re standing in your quaint flower shop in Piltover, surrounded by colorful blooms. The scent of fresh petals fills the air, a peaceful contrast to the chaos of the city outside. You’ve built this life for yourself, a haven where beauty flourishes amid the bustling streets.

As you arrange a bouquet, a flash of color catches your eye outside. You step out, the sun bathing you in warmth, and suddenly everything goes quiet. The bustling marketplace fades into a soft murmur as your gaze locks onto a figure standing a few feet away.

A blue haired girl stands there, vibrant and alive, her wild hair a cascade of blues and purples. She’s wearing a paint-splattered apron, her fingers stained with hues from her latest artistic endeavor. She glances around, absorbed in her own world, seemingly unaware of your presence.

You watch her for a moment, captivated by the way she moves through the chaos, a whirlwind of color and energy. She approaches a nearby street artist, who’s painting a mural on a wall, her attention caught by the vivid strokes of paint. The world around you blurs, and it feels as if time has slowed.

As she takes a step closer to the mural, your eyes meet. Her bright purple eyes hold a spark of familiarity, a flicker of recognition that sends a rush of warmth through you. It’s a moment suspended in time, the noise of the marketplace fading into silence. Everything else around you seems to disappear, leaving just the two of you in that shared gaze.

For a heartbeat, the air between you crackles with unspoken connection, something deep and instinctual tugging at your heart. It’s as if you’ve known her forever, yet in this life, you’re mere strangers passing in the street.

Then, just as quickly as it began, the moment shifts. the magenta eyes break eye contact, looking away to examine the mural more closely. The noise of the city rushes back, enveloping you as if a curtain has been drawn, and you’re left standing there, heart racing, wondering why that fleeting moment felt so significant.

With a soft sigh, you return to your flowers, glancing back to steal another look. Jinx is laughing with the street artist, a bright smile lighting up her face, the vibrant chaos of her spirit spilling over as she becomes lost in the moment. The world continues around you, but that brief connection lingers in your mind, haunting and beautiful, a whisper of something you can't quite understand

[quietpagan]

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish and yes I'm late, so sue me

I wasn't going to watch any of the PiB movies but I heard 'Death' was a character, so

First two minutes: It's GORGEOUS and here's an entire post of me freaking out over the visual mastery of this film

If I'd seen this in theatres today I'd get kicked out for gasping so much

I can't even

The animation style is so beautiful I'm gasping out loud and had to stop three minutes in to begin this post, it's wild. The particles - !

LOOK AT THE TEXTURE OF THE LEATHER HAT. THE ANIMATORS ARE FLEXING AND THEY ARE FLEXING HARD.

Every single frame of this film is a goddamn work of art. Look at the stars on the wooden ceiling. Look at the lighting.

Even the reflection in the glass, holy shit

They need to stop flexing before I have a frickin heart attack here

Also thank you for putting actual blood and not just a reddish cut, actual dripping blood, thank you :)

This is such a love letter to animation and art and I'm here for it

The scene transitions are absolute *chef's kiss*

THEY ACTUALLY *BEEPED* OUT A SWEAR WORD it's a third of the way through and this is my new favorite movie

Each glitter particle glistens in its own moment, I cannot

I feel like a lot of modern movies have some weird fear of putting genuine color into a film. WELL NOT HERE FOLKS. ABSOLUTE PSYCHODELIC COLOR EXPLOSIONS THROUGHOUT.

What the fuck, that escalated quickly

SIR WHAT ARE YOUR QUALIFICATIONS?

THe dog has a potty mouth and every swear word is BEEP'd out and he swore a LOT

I love how all of the characters just rant the fuck off in Spanish when they get mad

I didn't see the other Puss movies but Softpaws?? Was declawed at some point?? That's so mean?? that's literally amputations omg her poor hands

And she left Puss at the altar at the same time that HE left HER at the altar, these assholes deserve each other at this point because absolutely nobody else will put up with either of them on a serious level

except for the dog, who deserves the world. LOOK AT HIM

Kitty wasn't going to wait for a egocentric asshat to put down his ego for her, YOU GO GIRL

somebody put the puppy in a sock and tried to drown him omg

he has the saddest backstory but he's just happy to have his life and his friends, whereas Puss had nine lives and didn't appreciate any of them, okay, I get it now

The dog actually calmed Puss down from a panic attack and you could hear his heartbeat calming and it was really sweet

The framing of this film is fantastic. Also, Death? Actual Death? The thing that Puss wasn't aware he was afraid of or even needed to be afraid of yet was running from his entire life? Such an incredible villain

I can't concentrate on anything else about the movie because everything is just so goddamn pretty.

The movements and the visuals are just a little bit choppy and a little unfinished, making every still look like a painting. It's so stylized and wonderfully so

jesus christ what a visual callback

Okay movie's done and I can talk now

THE CAT LADY i love her <3

I appreciate that Goldilocks finally accepted her family but it's okay to want other things, I think, as long as you're not taking for granted what you currently have. That said, they're definitely going to have to talk it out because stuff like that doesn't just go away with a quip and a new business plan

One that note, the fucking cricket was hilarious. John Mulaney's character was a riot and I appreciate the cricket giving up on him as a bad job.

I was worried about Death's defeat being a bit of a cop-out but it wasn't. Death was angry that Puss was given so many lives and appreciated exactly none of them, thinking himself invincible forever, not understanding consequences because they never really applied to him, so they decided to cheat and take his last one early. But Puss accepted his mortality and began to appreciate his last life properly, so Death let him live it. It was done well.

I don't really like the 'tough girl no trust femme fatale love interest' thing, I think it's tired and overwrought, so Kitty wasn't my favorite, but I liked her anyway. And I liked that she's able to poor-little-meow-meow Puss when he least expects it.

The doctor scene where we went through each of Puss's lives was storyboarded so beautifully, even the title cards were gorgeous

the fight scenes are so pretty

I can't do anything besides gush over how fucking pretty this film was, I'm useless

Anyway watch the film, it's just a masterpiece and the music was fantastic and I loved the whole thing

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

my friend last night on discord sent me your steven and mike with reader fic and OOGH MY HEART /POS it has inspired me to pick back up one of my own unfinished fics :] in the midst of that i had a thought strike me and thought i would share with you the idea: platonic grey and shinto (THEY R BESTIES IN MY HEART UR HONOR) fluff with reader fic with the reader helping grey understand shinto with her crazy and wacky little antics around him but acts like a sweet little chaotic angel around reader

Aw I'm glad you both loved it!! Thank you!! Also I adore your art <3

.....

“I don’t get why she wants to be my friend, [y/n]! She’s the devil!!! A DEMON!!!”

“C'mon, Grey. If she craves friendship, then she can’t be all that bad-”

“No, no, no..you..y-you don’t understand. She’s been following me around all day and all night! I can’t get rid of her and the one time I thought I succeeded she freaked out on me and...a-and....ghh..!!!”

“Hey, hey. Breathe. It’s okay.”

Setting your hands on the younger trainer’s shoulders, you looked him in the eyes as you gently helped him calm down. You slowed your breathing, and eventually he did as well to match yours, blinking away his tears.

“I-I’m sorry..” He shuddered as you let him go. And he sighed shakily and hugged himself. "I hate feeling like this.."

“It’s alright.” You smiled in reassurance, feeling Shinto climbing onto your shoulder and nuzzling your cheek affectionately. “Hey, girl. Like feeling taller than me, huh?” With a chuckle, you rubbed her ear.

She silently nodded, continuing her sweet gestures while Grey just glared at her.

That little monster was only putting up a front because you were here.

How dare she act like an innocent little angel who could do no wrong?!

If only you could see how awful she really was....

“Now I’m aware she does some uh..pretty unnerving stuff like-”

“Turning into a giant slimy freak?!!” He suddenly blurted out, only to shrink back as you just looked at him, a little annoyed. “..sorry, I..I shouldn’t have interrupted.”

“It’s okay, but..for starters I don’t think she likes being called a “slimy freak”. So let’s drop the name-calling. I get she frightens you, but I'm sure I wouldn't like to be called a freak every time you see me, right?"

Grey opened his mouth to protest, though he stopped himself, shoulders slumping as he instead nodded in understanding.

He felt like he was back in school again--particularly in detention being reprimanded for his rudeness.

“But I know Shinto has her own flaws, too..” You pointed out.

“..Shin..?” The Hypno-like creature perked up in confusion, wondering why she was being targeted now.

“Yes. When you guys first met, did you know Grey was someone who was trapped inside that game?”

For a moment, her face held a thinking expression, before nodding with a smile.

“So you also must’ve known how scared he was...and that you can't force a friendship on someone if they're scared and don't know where they are, right?”

“.....Shi...no.” Pouting, she shook her head, realizing what her mistake was back then.

At that same moment, you heard your pokedex beep and opened it up to see that she left you a message on her section:

THOUGHT GREY NEEDED FRIEN

SO SHINTO SANG WITH HIM

BUT WHEN GREY CHEATED, SHE GOT MAD :(

“Ah. He probably didn’t realize you weren’t meant to be captured. So he couldn’t have possibly known that was cheating." You explained. "I think...the problem lies in you two not fully understanding each other. So we can work on that and help you guys get along better. Not as trainer and Pokémon, but as friends."

"...ironically, she's helped me out a lot." Grey remarked. "She was the only company I ever had in that game. I-I probably would've gone crazy and never found a way out if it weren't for her. So...I guess I owe you an apology, Shinto." He looked at her, frowning slightly. "I promise not to call you a freak anymore. Let's just...try to be cool with each other from here on out. Whatdya say?"

For a few moments, she stared right back at him in total silence, and it made him nervous that he said something wrong.

'Could I have worded that differently? Does she think I only apologized because of [y/n]?' He began to overthink...as usual.

Then suddenly, she leaped from your shoulder and onto him, hugging him around the neck. "Shin!! Shin!!" She cooed.

"W-Woah hey!!" He freaked out at first, although when he realized she wasn't trying to strangle him, he cautiously hugged her back. A relieved sigh left him after nothing bad happened.

She just wanted a hug. Plain and simple.

"I guess you um..a-accept my apology?" He laughed awkwardly, his eyes shifting to you. "I-Is this good?"

You just smiled at the pair, happy that they were already making progress with their friendship. "Yeah, I think you two will get along just fine."

[alicedrawslesmis]

I hope my presence here hasn't been just me complaining, cause I haven't dedicated myself to art in a while lol I am Burned Out... I don't like being a negative presence

in the Positivistic sense not in the new age sense? you know? not pretending to be happy when things are bad, I want my presence to be pulsating with life even if I'm sad or angry or numb. I try not to fall into negation. Most millennial humor I grew up with is this kinda ironic 'haha I'm so depressed 🤪' thing I just don't vibe with at all. I like feeling all my feelings. If I'm depressed and numb to it all then good, lets explore that. If I'm lost and aimless then good, let's be aimless and see where this can lead me to. I want to feel the full breadth of human experience and not live life negating it. I want to reflect on what I'm doing I want to create new things! Work with the world and not despite it

but unfortunately cause I'm totally lost at sea rn this means my posts are lacking and so the internet "persona" ends up being only someone who complains. That's not where I'm at. I don't even know if this makes sense to other people who can't see my brain, am I even making sense. Anyway

I am experimenting with a lot of things art-wise to get my groove on. I've bean reading a bunch. I've been lifting weights which is turns out is super fun and I should've started ages ago. Like I didn't believe the gym could be fun, I thought people were just faking it but it turns out like. It's just self expression like any other activity. And I love to see number go up. And I love making that face you do when you're lifting heavy weights you know the one? And grunting. It's very freeing to just be able to do that. Like all my life I've been bogged down by thinking the gym is for assholes and that I should try to do the Normal Sports that I honestly fucking hate. I hate ball sports. I don't understand swimming as a sport you're trapped doing laps in that freaking pool it's the most boring sport of all time. Sure I liked thinking about nothing and swimming but laps in a pool?? Devil invention. Running is kinda the same although you can run interesting places and aren't trapped in a blue rectangle. Just do the sport you actually want to do. Go to a fight club idk. Learn to kickbox. Punch some stuff. Do push ups, I love doing push ups.

What else? I've been walking my dog for 2hours every day late in the afternoon and getting to hang with his friends at the dog park. He isn't very friendly but he's also not aggressive so it's mostly chill. He's made a friend named Draco Malfoy (she made sure to tell me it was her kid daughter's idea) and everyone calls my dog Sirius Black cause he's got black fur and is, and this is the technical term, giant. Kind of annoying that Harry Potter is still the main thing people go to to describe him. Except for one security guard who I thought was gonna say he looks like Sirius but then said he looks like Sam from Twilight. This was an awesome day

I've been trying to sew and mend my clothes. I replaced the buckle in my bag cause it was broken and I feel kind of amazing about it.

I've been writing some stuff. All unfinished yet. I want to see if I can finish the short story I've been trying to work on besides the Les Mis scripts. I have trouble finishing things I write, which is a problem that, if AO3 is any indication, is probably the world's most common roadblock in writing.

Went to the satanic themed goth club on good friday, that was so fun. We had a blast. Place was PACKED. All goths have the same sense of humor.

I guess that's it for life stuff. I do feel kinda bad that I can't get myself to make fanart right now. I'm just having thoughts on the nature of art and of fanart and the impact of it on the world as a whole. And particularly thoughts on social media and the internet and what it even *is*. What is it for? We really need to work that out.

[lightyearssurrogatedaddy]

Here's a short fic I wrote tonight for one of my AUs: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47413606

If Ink and Error changed each others minds, based off of Llamas With Hats. I drew some art for this, sadly unfinished however

More about the AU since I feel like infodumping, and the fic is only a small part.

Its where if Ink saw complete beauty in misery, and Error Got Betterᵀᴹ and swore off the destroying. Ink at the prospect of having full control over everything starts to get jittery, then creative. They start going to more gruesome AUs just to get a taste of what it was like.

Once Ink starts getting really creepy about his new hyperfixation, Error leaves. And to make up for it, Ink creates a drawn copy of him.

He keeps getting creative, and eventually the drawn copy gets infected by Nightmare, who puppets it and manipulates Ink into getting more and more horrible with his curiosity. Until everything falls into Nightmare's hands and the AUs start going out one by one.

Then people start going out, like Ink's friends and The Bad Guys.

Ink freaks out, blames himself, and realizes that Drawn Error is an imposter.

The fic can pretty much explain the rest. I don't plan on writing more for it since I already have other ideas I'm working on, but I love the concept of it and wanted to share.

The designs are darker and more dull than the OGs, like how I did Ink's clothes. Tiny changes like that.

Also do you like how I did my signature in the corner?

[hopefulwhisperswombat]

Disney wish:The overheated movie.

Over the past 5 months people ALL over the internet have been attacking this movie like it's some thing cursed upon humanity to the point of saying it is the "WORST Disney movie ever".

Even when I go to YouTube I am recommended a random hate video or short from YouTubers like for example: Korean comic,art at midnight, the mysterious mr enter,Brainless mastermind ect, talking sh!t about this God Damn movie (which is soo annoying don't get me started on the hate over at tiktok...)

Soo...I decided to watch the movie for myself to see why the people of the internet are acting like a bunch of five year olds not given their sweet candy...

So after watching the "WORST Disney movie ever" I came to a conclusion ....that.....i....LOVE this movie like it is not the best thing ever but it is very enjoyable and very fun I have to admit there where some gripes here and there like plot holes,some of the character's were underdeveloped,some of the lyrics were...interesting(like "watch out world here I are"💀...why?)but other than that it is still a fun movie with beautiful message and can I say a really✨ BEAUTIFUL✨ Artstyle (I am OBSESSED with the backgrounds and screenshots of this movie😭😭...)like everything looked like a moving,breathing lively painting and to the people online saying that the animation looks "cheap" or "unfinished" ...GET👏A👏LIFE👏

I also really liked the character Asha she is literally so beautiful (LOVE her braids and freckles) I also liked her personality yes even though she was "Quirky😜" BUT she was also very selfless ( like we haven't had a selfless character since freaking Esmeralda from Hunchback of Notre same which was 28 YEARS ago...) not only that she was caring as well and kind.

The star has to be one the best sidekicks Disney has ever made it is so cute and so sweet I love it soo much😍... I heard a while back about star in the original version being a humanoid star who was "Asha's love interest" which I didn't even care about,then...the next minute I be seeing animatics of starboy and asha singing at all cost which is kinda shocking to think that many where complaining about romance in films (especially in Disney) then a few years later people are now BEGGING Disney on there knees to make a new romance movie🙃.

I hope that in a few years or so (once the hate dies down)people will look back at this movie and say "HEY...that wasn't bad"

Also King magnifico is so HOT!!😩...(DADDY!!👁👅👁)

[mysticdestiniesarchive]

:)

after a long time of debating and fantasising about this, i'm finally doing it.

welcome to my mystic destinies side blog, my (hopefully successful) attempt at archiving old trivia about the game series as well as breathe new life into the fandom (please i need people to freak out about this near decade old game with).

the old blog for the devs of the game got deleted or something like that, and ever since then i have scoured various tumblr blogs and the wayback machine in order to recover as much of the random trivia and art that was only featured on the old blog. i intend on posting that trivia on this blog as a way to make it easily accessible for any fans of the game series, old or new <3. while i don't know if i managed to recover all the old posts, i have over 200 images worth of posts and art, so it's probably most of it...?

if anyone finds this and wants to request trivia, feel free! i'll mostly be posting the trivia i have however i want, whenever i want, so if i have the trivia you wanna know, i'll post it asap if i get an ask :) if not, then i'll try and answer as best as i can using the info from the games! (i have gone through mystic destinies: serendipity of aeons so many times since 2019, i know it like the back of my hand. echoes... well i'm willing to have a reason to replay and read through it like a hawk!)

i can't find the blogs for the writers, xel and anna (not sure if they still go by those alias but it's what they used on the old studio blog). i'm 99% sure all the art the has been and will be posted on this blog is by @gessoyouknow unless i state otherwise (i'm a little unsure about the initial designs for the characters since it's a different art style, but i haven't seen either of the other devs credited for art).

as a disclaimer: i'm just a fan of the games. i have no relation to the devs of the games, honestly i wasn't even in the fandom until early 2020, and even then i was only ever a lurker. if any of the devs find this and would prefer i take down any posts, then i'm totally fine with that!

i am also aware that there was a bit of controversy surrounding the development of the second game in the series, mystic destinies: echoes. as someone who purchased the game myself and was sad to see it put on hiatus with two routes unfinished, i hope that this blog can help get the devs more support from fans so they know that there are still people excited for it.

AND ALSO THERE'S A POSSIBLE HIKARU REBOOT/SPIN-OFF THAT MAY BEGIN DEVELOPMENT POTENTIALLY IN 2024??? I LOVE THESE GAMES!!!!

[chuwush]

Initial concept work, fun fact Vill's arms / torso is based off an Oc I've had for several years named Starling. They have a few similarities in that department but otherwise are nothing alike. Maybe I'll show you her sometime :o).

Pass two¡ Very close to the Vill that we have now. Also the beginning of his freckles which later turn into moles¡

Character exploration of who he is personality and such also the first art pieces with his moles, then freckles still.

Original concept on how Vill and Evie met, it has sense been altered as Evie has been altered. Also the first pass on Vill's knee high boots.

Second pass on Evie and first pass on Cross who was just a concept at the time. Also second pass on Vill's boots. Also Evie's original last name which was Evergarden.

first colored image of Vill and Cross. Also Cross is still in beta here but he looks way different, if you want to see all his concept work then I'll be happy to show you but there's a lot less on him. Even less with Evie.

more character exploration and concept work to continue to get the feel for the character and to explain how he works. Basic character concept stuff. Wasn't finished because he looked off I'll probably redo this later.

Unfinished Vill and Evie character interactions to explore how they'd interact with each other. Also showing an Evie close to the final.

More character exploration and concepts for Evie and Cross before final. Cross freaked Vill out a lot when they first met and he still scares him at times as Cross is light on his feet and isn't the most talkative.

More Evie concept / Beta and Vill interactions. Also was going to explain why Vill is a cyborg and if he regrets it or not.

Height chart for scale Cross and Megagram are about the same height. Also Vill just has big hair so look a little closely. Anyhow you see Final Cross and Almost final Evie. She's just about there. Her antenna switch between being under her hat and not.

Cross and Vill interactions shown in a video I posted. Again Cross kinda freaks Vill out, mostly because Cross towers over everyone and Vill knows a lot about his specific model and make. As Vill was a lieutenant and often assisted a friend with older bots. Note Cross was in active Duty for Three years before Vill joined.

And some final poor Vill character sketches. I Don't know how well I express his personality. But I hope it comes off how I mean it too-

The reason Vill has the most character related sketches and concepts compared to Evie and Cross is because they were originally just going to be supporting characters in his overall story.

And Evie has the least as her age was changed and her story was muddled with abit so after about two passes she got her final desgin.

There's some stuff relating to Vill that still needs to be drawn out that will come out later. such as his moms and what he looked like pre-cyborg. Also his eyes started off completely normal then he just became perpetually traumatized-

His color scheme is oddly enough mostly my favorite colors. My favorite color my whole life being Purple. Which the main complementary being Orange. Green scar wounds, though the community gave Formies blue blood, green appears nicer with the rest of the pallet. I have drawn Formies with blue blood before or at least the implications of such. Will his scar colors change¿ We'll see. His eyes are yellow and yellow compliments purple nicely. Also hearts because I like hearts. The moles are left over from when he had freckles.

Finally his full name is Vilcrom Capra, so his full title is Lieutenant Vilcrom Capra. But he prefers to be called Vill and hardly if ever brings up rank.

Name pronunciation Vill-Cr-rum, Cap-prrrA.

Thanks for reading my big old thing here. I like character desgin a lot if you can't tell. If you guys want to see what I have for Cross and Evie I'd be happy to show you. Also there isn't any concept of Vill's moms or Evie's Parents at this moment of time but the process for them has started.

Thank you again for anyone who actually went through this, with my warm thanks.

-Chuwush (Chu-wush)

Ps. If anyone's wondering why the pronouncation thing there it's mostly for my own sanity I know my username isn't easy to pronounce my real name isn't either. But mispronounceation doesn't bother me just a more peace of mind that no one has to stress about saying my name wrong.

[scumlafeccia]

ok but all considered if it wasn't for my panic and anxiety I would have def noticed that something is Off sooner like I'm barely eating, struggling to sleep, passing from an unfinished project to the next, completely distracted more than usual (and my screen time has gone down so can't use that as an explanation), I freaking pulled out my fancy pens to try and do the medieval scripts so to "learn how to recognise them better", I started an embroidery project (I don't know how to embroider), a knitting project, an art project, I wanted to journal, I wanted to write to my old Latin teacher, I wanted to start reading books, I can't stay consistent on what to watch, and I deep cleaned for days in a row now and studied (the bare minimum but still). but nooooo can't be having a sorta hypomanic phase because *checks notes* i broke down crying for five minutes at the thought of strangers touching my stuff and moving it around to take pictures to sell this fucking apartment

[fiendishfyre]

WIP Game

Thanks @stonedregulus for the tag! Much appreciated!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts! This is embarrassing honestly. I had to drop out of so many things. So like don't judge me. (Also, couldn't figure out how to do the bullets.) -Untitled Fruit Sticker sketch (For personal art) - Fic for Mixed writer fest (Can't share many details) -Sirius Fest Fic (Which I didn't get to finish on time but love the plot so I want to still write it.) -Rarepair (Sirius/James fic which I don't recall having ever started) -Tom/Walburga/Orion (This guy has been getting dust for so long. I hate writing ot3s, too much freaking work just for someone to suck a cock.) -Siri/Cissy (????) -Untilted Document (Supposed to be about a wizarding sex line) -1st dnd campaign hunting rare creatures -2nd dnd campaign going after Giants -Untitled Document (For hptransfest) If you have been tagged before, ignore it! If you want to join and I didn't tag, shh, let's pretend I did and just do it as well! @stopme @ladyvoldywrites @scattermeamongthestars @chelonie

@laeveteinn @luendland @lumosatnight @yletylyf @thistlecatfics

@thegreenmagician @dividawrites

[enigmakiwi]

As someone who plays and loves palworld, I wanna say some things. One of my special interests (autism) is pokemon, and I absolutely loved pokemon scarlet/violet despite its technical flaws, if that helps demonstrate where I'm coming from.

Like the previous reblog says, the model thing has been debunked, and the arsox accusation isn't substantial. The mega delphox is a bit more concerning, but it's still not necessarily a ripoff. It's extremely possible for people to come up with similar ideas independently; it happens all the time, especially with things like pokemon/fakemon/similar monsters.

But anyways, I'm not about to defend pocketpair as a company. I just think it's important to stick to criticisms that can be... proven. I'd call them lacking in creativity for sure, though. I'd even call them hacks, honestly. Case in point, the hollow knight ripoff op mentioned. But they did manage to create one game that's... fun. At least, it's fun to me.

The reason I got it is because it seemed like an open world pokemon game in which the pokemon are treated like actual animals and creatures instead of these mythical beings that you can't hurt without using another pokemon, that can't die, that don't really feel as alive. And that's still how I'd describe it. They're animals. They're mortal. You can interact with them, and they help you. And that's something I appreciate, because it makes your relationships with them more meaningful than the third undying and infinitely powerful pidgey you've caught that sits in the box forever, or the Sceptile you only get to see when you're in a fight. At least, to me. And that says something, because I get damn attached to my pokemon.

I'm terrible at survival games. I don't like them, either. But I like this one. The one thing I feel comfortable commending them on is the combination of the mechanics they were inspired by. Life in the game doesn't feel tedious like it does in other survival games for me. It's full of creatures that, while not at all revolutionary in design, are still fun to see and interact with, and it doesn't make me do chores. I truly believe the game has some merits. The game is not finished. There's certain elements that need to be fleshed out. But even in its current state, I still find it fun. However, for the same reasons I find it fun, a lot of people will probably find it boring or bad. A lot of people were disappointed, and not all of them because of the unfinished aspects of it. That doesn't mean the game is objectively bad, that means the game isn't fun for you, nor for players like you.

But yes, the pals are unoriginal. You can often spot exactly which pokemon a pal is ripping off for the ones that are blatant ripoffs. And I find the observation in the previous reblog rather astute: people are more upset over ripped off visuals than ripped off mechanics. I think we are very rightly very concerned over visual art theft right now, with art thieves running basically unrestrained and AI trained on stolen works being extremely popular and advanced. These are things we SHOULD be concerned about. And it's something to rightly be upset with pocketpair over (the hollow knight ripoff. Seriously. Oh my god. I think everyone should be pissed off about that.).

But palworld on its own is not a serious offender. As I said, claims of stolen fakemon (at least the ones I've seen) aren't substantial, and the ripping off of pokemon is not the same as, and I'm sorry to bring it up again, the ripping off of hollow knight. I understand the argument that it incentivizes the company to rip off other smaller creators and/or indicates they're already willing to do that (...hollow knight), but palworld itself is not the offender, and if it were made by someone else, someone who isn't already following that pattern, I'd argue it isn't inherently indicative of anything specifically because of the enormity of pokemon/game freak/nintendo. Some people went a bit too far with the idea, but yeah, ripping off one of the biggest franchises in the world doesn't hurt anyone. I'm mad about the hollow knight ripoff because that's very different— that's an indie game by just a few people that became popular, something that could actually be hurt by a ripoff. It's a shame that pocketpair seem to be concerned with what they can get away with rather than what they should.

So yeah, if you don't wanna give your money to pocketpair, don't! If you don't wanna play the game, don't! That's fair! But the people conflating enjoyment of the game with moral bankruptcy are going too far— and yes, I have seen people do that. Passing around unsubstantiated claims of theft is not helpful for anyone. There's much bigger and worse things to be upset or worried over right now without having to make false accusations.

If I could do it all again, I'd probably pirate it, because yeah, I'm not sure how comfortable I am giving money to a company like pocketpair, who are making a ripoff of an indie game (and I didn't know they were doing this until today) and who lack in artistic integrity, but that's a personal choice for everyone. No ethical consumption under capitalism and all that, if that's something you ascribe to. But if you don't ascribe to that or feel it doesn't apply here, don't buy it, that's totally fair and valid and your choice. I never want to antagonize anyone, and that's certainly not what I'm trying to do here.

And my last topic: some people in the notes have brought up that you can enslave people. This is technically true. It's an aspect of the game that makes me uncomfortable. I'm almost certain the ability to capture humans was put in the game as a way to acknowledge that pals and humans aren't so different; they're all creatures, and there's nothing mystical separating them like there is with pokemon. (Also, I think they probably thought it would be funny.) This is also something the game doesn't tell you about and doesn't encourage.

When you prepare to throw a sphere at a pal, it shows you the percent chance of you successfully catching it. But if you aim at a human, nothing comes up. It heavily implies that you can't catch people. You'd only discover that they can indeed go inside the spheres if in some bizarre and horrible accident, you miss a pal and it hits a hostile npc instead, or if you intentionally throw the sphere at someone despite it giving no indication whatsoever that people can be captured.

I've never done this intentionally. I did have one bizarre and horrible accident where I accidentally hit the "throw pal sphere" button instead of throwing out my pal at a hostile npc. It did not capture him. The different percent chance of success that comes up after the thing is already in the ball came up, and it was shockingly low compared to even extremely strong pals. But this taught me something: trying to intentionally catch people is clearly a huge waste of resources if the odds of success are so terrible.

BUT. Despite all this, the fact remains that you can indeed capture people. That's something the game allows you to do. That's something they built in. And I kinda get why, but it's still immensely uncomfortable to think about people doing. It's an aspect you can ignore entirely or even more likely never find out about at all unless you see some weird post online going "WOAH you can catch PEOPLE!!!!! Awesome!!!!" or a post like this, telling you it's possible but not flaunted. Just because you can doesn't mean you should... But it's there. Again, I don't think enjoying the game makes one morally bankrupt just because of this, but it's a perfectly good reason to not play the game. I truly believe the intention behind it was not super nefarious, but that doesn't mean it's totally fine and chill for that function to be there. But some people make it out to be something that's obvious or that's encouraged when that's distinctly not the case, so I wanted to clarify. I'm not saying that you shouldn't care or be upset, but I think everyone should be able to have the full picture.

has everyone gotten their knee-jerk reactions to palworld out. can i throw my two cents in

[ninboo]

south park headcanons bc those evil paper cutouts r controlling me like the inside out headquarters, and idk what to post

the formatting is gonna suck balls bc i haven't posted on tumblr in 50 years!! freestyling the order, idk it'll jsut come to me when i'm typing.

i got so many craig ones rn

i don't think he's a movie person, like he didn't really watch movies growing up, but when he gets into a movie, it's like the only movie he'll watch forever

he likes star trek, alien, and twilight, but he only watches the star trek movies bc he watched the show first, and he watched the twilight movies bc he read the books first, so alien is like the only movie started as a movie he's into

he likes animated shows and anime

red racer is inspired by speed racer i think, so it would have an anime feel

ngl he doesn't really try at most school subjects, so his grades are just average, but he's got his interests and he's good at what he likes

he's lowk good at art bc he's making stuff for tweek, and they do little art projects together

controversial but i think he majors in engineering, and eventually does something related to it, whatever that may be, but he does minor in art because that benefits his engineering major (and he likes making red racer fanart)

bass to mouth and the hobbit showed us he loves gossip and rumours, so he's watches tv shows like dance moms and love island with his mom or tweek bc i know tweek loves that shiz too

spoiled mama's boy, tricia's spoiled too, like they're asking her to buy stuff for their school projects at 9:37pm when it's due tmrw

he's born to pass down stories orally, forced to call it gossip

default red cousin hc or wtv boring blah blah yall already know it

i think red and tricia are closer than red and craig ngl

but i think he starts hanging out with bebe through red or tweek, and it's freaking gossip central

i'm moving on, i'm sick of him!!!

stan's probably nonbinary, but he's got a job so he doesn't really care about that

wendy and tweek sibling friendship is very true and true real and real

25% russian tweek

half viet wendy

tweek's 25% asian so he's family inside joke

there are so many tweek body hcs, but i think they're all real at different points in his life

chubby kid tweek to kinda really unhealthy thin teen/young adult because there's no way he isn't if he's drinking meth all day long, but in his 20s-30s he's a gained weight and he's got a sleeper build but he's still pretty small i think, and then back to chubby but with soft muscle in his 40s

craig, tricia, and tweek trio is the trio ever

also wendy, kenny, and tweek trio

tweek smokes, and it all started when he would pick up unfinished cigarettes his parents would leave around

the tweaks are just really careless and bad

neglecting him straight up!! but u don't need me to tell u that

[surveysand]

one.

When was the last time you did clay work/pottery? middle school, i think? i can't remember if it was middle or elementary school where i last had a pottery unit in art class, lol.

Do you like art, hate it or just not mind it? i love it. i have a yearly membership with my city's art museum.

If you had to choose would you prefer dull pain for 12hours or sharp for 2? dull pain.

Koala or Kangaroo? koala.

Do you know the words to the national anthem of your country? yes.

Is your country ruled by a president, prime minister, queen or other? president.

Does blue occur in your national flag? yes.

Talking of flags. Do you like football/soccer? If yes, do you play and what position? no, just never been my type of thing.

Would you rather be a Model, Famous Scientist, Singer or Chef? famous scientist.

Would you rather be a pilot, crime scene investigator or estate agent? crime scene investigator.

Does making others happy really make you feel happy? absolutely. it's hard to be in a bad mood when i know i've made someone else feel good.

What colour literally doesn’t appear in your wardrobe at all? i have at least one item in every color, but orange is definitely the one least represented.

Do you actually read the answers others give to your surveys? i don't make surveys, just answer them.

Did you ever swear at a teacher in school? Why? no.

Have you ever pricked your finger on Holly or another ‘sharp’ plant? no.

Speaking of Holly, do you adore Christmas or does it bug you? i can get overwhelmed, but it is probably my favorite of the traditional holidays. i'm not religious, but i love winter and the music/food/etc. reminds me of my childhood which i hold very closely.

Have you ever wrote your own short story? What about a novel? Or perhaps you started and couldn’t finish? i've written several short stories for school projects, but never any novels. also, have never started and left anything unfinished.

Do you prefer SciFi/Fantasy/Action/Horror or Rom/Com/RealLife? i am not really a movie person, but i guess real life if i had to choose. the only movies i really watch are documentaries.

What do you have a lot of faith in [note: can be anything]? the true good in people.

Think of a material thing you want. Name it here (material, made or bought). Would $100/60 be enough for this item? How about $1000/600? i would love a desktop computer, but really don't know what brand exactly. i figure it would be at least $1,200, though.

Would you rather have a big house, a lot of kids or a high flying job? high flying job.

Have you ever been to a creepy/haunted/abandoned place? What did it look like and what were the circumstances? yes, i actually recently visited a (supposedly) haunted prison in my city despite having lived here for years and never gone. i went on a tour with my parents for a day together after my college graduation. i didn't think it was too scary despite getting pretty freaked out at paranormal stuff. What’s your favourite dip? french onion.

Chocolate Cookies or Fudge Brownies? brownies.

I give you a little baby puppy. What do you name him? it really would depend on the breed of dog.

Is crime a big problem in your area? not a ginormous problem (it could very easily be much worse), but i live in a very big city. so yes in comparison to other places.

What’s your town/city most well known for? importance in american history and annoying sports fans (which i am unapologetically a part of), lol. Do you know a Jack? What’s he like? How about a Lisa? What’s she like? yes, but neither very well. jack is one of my partner's best friends and lisa is one of my mom's close family friends. they're both nice from the limited interactions i've had with both of them.

Are most your friends older, younger or the same age as you? all the same age, except for one who is two years older than me.

Do you subconsciously hang out with those with the same star sign as you or as each other, perhaps due to certain personality traits? no.

Name 5 objects that you don’t have but would like right now? two bedside tables, a new mattress, a new bedframe, and a dresser. i really need to upgrade my bedroom furniture, lol.

When you have children, would you like twins? i wouldn't be opposed, but it's also not something i yearn for necessarily. Do you know any twins? If so, what are they called? yes, there were three sets of twins that i went to primary/middle/high school with, two sets were in my grade and the other set was in the grade below me. i won't name them fully for personal reasons (i.e., i'm paranoid someone i know would find this, lol), but their initials are as follows: c/c, j/z, and l/l.

If you were given the choice to choose your child’s gender, would you? honestly, yes. i would want a girl first.

What instrument would you love to learn how to play? piano.

Does the sound of knocking/tapping startle you? yes.

What’s the scariest story/urban legend/creepypasta etc you heard? i really don't know. those things i was never really into.

Do you miss someone currently? yes.

When was the last time you were in hospital? What for? a few months ago. i had to get an mri for some head pain i was experiencing.

When was the last time you went to the dentist? middle school, i think (i turn 23 in a few months). my family no longer has dental insurance and i can't afford out-of-pocket, but i know it's bad i haven't gone in so long.

Do you get along well with your family doctor/your doctor? yes, she's very nice.

What personality trait does nearly everyone in your family seem to have? we're all very loud, lol. everyone outside our family is always telling us to quiet down.

[saint-vagrant]

since i began SUPERPOSE at the tail end of the phenomenon, i did see the great shift described here in both the expectations of comics, well, the comics that reach the surface, and in that way, the amount of time for attentive reading one is able to give them. everything must be Clean and Crisp and Fast and Easy to Understand for a Quick Reaction.

making art is very hard without social support systems/safety nets and i mean both food stamps and healthcare as well as collective camaraderie, spaces, peers. material conditions are usually the first to snuff out the light regardless of how much one wants to make their big weird beautiful freak pervert stories... they do exist in abundance still, finished, ongoing, or dropped but of course things tend to take longer the more thinly you're stretched.

[insert marx quote about "the less you are, the more you have, the less you express your own life, the greater your alienated one" and "hunting in the morning, fishing in the afternoon, rearing cattle in the evening, criticising after dinner, without ever becoming a hunter fisherman herdsman or critic"]

i persist in making my comics because despite being compressed like a stress diamond i don't want to ever let the light die. i don't want to be beholden to value systems and measures of worth i didn't choose and find reprehensible, i want to be free of the bounds of compromise and censorship. i don't want to tamp down myself and the way i think and reach out to the world and translate and express interest and desire. i don't want discovery, experimentation, starting, stopping, to be relegated to a tiny fraction of life instead of what drives it. i like to make a custom home for my stories because they deserve those shrines and to a visitor i want to show the care and excitement that they might want to play too. comics are communication, comics are a sieve, comics are the control of time. they're something nothing else can be. we deserve the room to play with them without fear. if that fear is there, let it come from the systems— but never from yourself, and never from a hypothetical reader.

i also don't view "not finishing" a comic as a grand fuckup— not finishing something is as much a learning experience as anything, in fact learning when not to finish something, but retaining all the information from the experience (whether that's from the act of drawing or the constraints that forced the stop) is extremely valuable! if experimentation and play is important, then this should be okay too. however it's also important for everyone else to recognise when an unfinished work is the sign of serious economic instability. there is no built-in support for the independent artist unless they're already comfortably well-off which is maybe a fraction of a fraction of the population. the support You can give to the artists/authors you love is tremendous. it isn't going to come from anywhere else. and learn to seek these things out! learn to talk about it! learn what you yourself love and let what you don't exist in its own sphere anyway. if we want more art you have to let there be more art. many powerful and spiteful people do not want there to be more art!!!!

make whatever tiny folded zines or whatever opus you're driven to make. it's a wonderful feeling. and, sometimes, often, the work is just work. it doesn't have to be perfect or passionate each and every time on each and every page in order to tell the thing, and relying on passion can itself lead to a kind of burnout— but i think love is the undercurrent, and that's what we've got.

In your view/experience. is the rate of "incompleteness" among webcomics more or less the nature of online personal projects as a whole? Or is there something specific to webcomics like laboriousness, audience expectations, relative medium infancy or whatnot?

well for one thing webcomics has changed significantly in the last ten years. it used to have a much lower barrier for entry, just get a smackjeeves account or set up a website with a wordpress plugin. starting a webcomic when i started my webcomic vs starting a webcomic now are totally different experiences.

so i can only speak to people who started their webcomics roughly ten years ago. and roughly ten years ago a lot of us were a whole lot younger with a lot more time and energy to spend on a comic for free. this part is probably still somewhat true for new artists.

but then you get older. your ideas change. your skill develops and the old stuff isn't as good. or you don't have as much time, you got a day job. unless you're one of like five people on earth your webcomic is not paying your rent. you need to make money. your shoulder hurts. you're 30 now. you're struggling to make updates on time between whatever else makes you happy and what else you need to do to live. you wrote this story when you were 21, you don't relate to it anymore, you have different ideas, you've grown up, your audience has noticeably dropped off from the peak, social media managing is hard, you have to go to work, you're so tired, all the time.

it's a lot of things.