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multiiocular-mushroom · 4 months ago
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Okayyy, since some of you guys asked for the witch forms in the tags, I'll give it a try here and in a couple more future posts! Please bear in mind I've never really done outfit/creature design before, though :D
First up is Jopson since he was not included in the original sketchdump. Heavily Homura-coded, as previously stated. (Some lore and more art under the cut.)
As a magical girl:
Makes his deal while nursing Crozier back to sobriety. There are nights when it becomes obvious the man won't make it, and it's in one of those quietly desperate moments that Jopson spots a white - thankfully tiny - creature across the room, cocking its head and waving its ears patiently. "Do you wish that strongly to save your captain?"
After a few weeks of making sure it's not a hallucination, Jopson agrees, understanding the implications and accepting his own doom. His phrasing is something like: "I wish to see the man he was before this expedition again". Boom, time travel powers. Except Crozier's doomed by the narrative so we all know how ~well~ it goes.
(Jopson pushes on, takes notes, tries out warnings; it is easier when one can block out pain and fatigue. He sees Peglar don the ring too and privately wonders if Henry is even made for such a life. As for Thomas himself - every time the world rewinds to the moment of Crozier emptying his last-ever bottle onto the cabin floor, like an hourglass turning, Thomas has a slightly better idea of what to do next.)
As a witch:
At the end of yet another loop, weak and abandoned and running out of magic, Jopson finally gives in to despair, and what remains of the camp is swallowed up by his Barrier, the fabric of the tents changing and reshaping itself in flight. (Fairholme's party was only found because the Tuunbaq is strong enough to walk around without a Barrier).
What unfurls inside the blue obscura, sewn shut by a hundred nimble needles, is Ruedeger, the witch of bitterness. It is armless, tired of reaching out, and has no minions that it could let down. Its teacup-like segments make a horrible clacking sound as it floats around, which seems to upset it. The bell inside the hollow of its head is curiously silent - perhaps still waiting for the right person to ring it. Yey even if they were to step inside the Barrier, it would be hard to get close enough because the upturned cups are always overflowing with stinging bile.
One who fights this witch must not try to counter it with too much false sweetness.
(The irony is that, because of Jopson's wish for return and restoration, in the end Crozier is still the only one who lives - and who has to lay his witches to rest. He'll later carry Jopson's Grief Seed with him for as long as he can safely do so.)
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bacchuschucklefuck · 2 months ago
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couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead
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boyyeahright · 3 months ago
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plains
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femonologue · 8 months ago
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Many years ago, I was wandering around downtown Ottawa with my best friend. We ran into a friend of his who offered us some hash (it sucked), then said there was a really good house party nearby if we wanted to go. We were like, yeah, sure. So that's how we ended up at some completely fucking random person's house.
I look around to ask if my friend knows anyone here and he's simply gone, as is his friend. And this isn't some red solo cup hangout; this is a party. There's people counting out pills on the kitchen counter. I am clearly neither as cool nor as drug-savvy as the kitchen people, so I back away and instead wander aimlessly into the living room, which seems to give off more of a chill vibe.
A bunch of people are seated in a circle on the floor. One of them is fiddling with a big wad of newspaper or something. A really cute grunge girl with piercings and tattoos scoots aside to make room for me, so I sit down.
"What's that," I ask her, gesturing at the newspaper wad.
She gets a really big smile on her face. You know the smile. It's the I'm About To Watch This Innocent Soul Get High As Fuck smile. "You've never smoked a tulip?"
"What's a tulip?" I ask.
"It's like if a joint was also a bong," she replies. "You gotta try it."
"Alright," I reply, a little uncertainly. This will not be my first encounter with weed. I am more comfortable with the janky newspaper bong than I am with whatever the fuck is going on in the kitchen. Besides, this girl is really cute and I would like to have a friend here now that my existing friend has turned into vapor or been transported to the Upside-Down or whatever the hell happened to him.
I watch as one person holds the newspaper joint-bong upright and holds a lighter over the top while another gets beneath it, tilting their head back to take a puff. Apparently smoking this Cheech & Chong monstrosity is a two-person job.
"Oh," I say, looking at the fist-sized knob at the top of the wonky newspaper joint. "Yeah, it does kinda look like a tulip." Grunge girl smiles at me.
I watch as the tulip is passed around the circle, along with the lighter, and hits are cooperatively taken. It reaches grunge girl, who takes a huge puff and holds it for an extended moment before exhaling an impressive blast of smoke. She smiles expectantly and holds the tulip up for me, preparing to spark the gigantic meteor of dank that makes up its tip. By this point I have completely forgotten about my missing friend. I only care about making a good impression on grunge girl. I tilt my head back and hit the tulip like a smokestack.
It is the following morning. I am sleeping between a couch and a wall. I'm not positive that this is the same house I was just in. My memories are gone. Someone is yelling at me: "dude! Dude! Wake up, dude!"
I sit up. My mouth tastes like cigarettes. I do not smoke cigarettes. "Wha," I ask the yelling man, who I am quite confident I have never met before in my life.
"We're going on a quest," he tells me, gravely. "You have to come with us."
I look around. Neither my friend nor his friend are anywhere in sight. I also do not see grunge girl anywhere. I shrug helplessly. "Okay."
We embark from this house. I learn that the destination of this quest is Tim Horton's. This is a relief to me, as coffee and a donut sounds really fucking good right now. Somehow, the route to Tim Horton's takes us past the Governor-General's residence, which everyone else in the group loudly heckles on the way past. I do not know what the Governor-General has done to raise their ire, nor do I particularly care. I trudge along with my hands in my pockets, pleased to note that I still have my wallet, phone, and keys. I fervently wish that I could remember anything about last night. Maybe I talked to grunge girl. Maybe she's why my mouth tastes like cigarettes. The tulip tasted nothing like cigarettes.
I am asked about my politics. I voice my frustrations with corporate corruption, the pay-to-win electoral system, the lack of transparency and accountability. This is met with great approval. The guy who was yelling at me claps me on the back. I get the impression that we became friends last night. I don't recognize his face. I do not know his name and he definitely does not know mine. I behave as though we're friends anyway. We are comrades on a quest.
By the time we make it to Tim Hortons, the gaggle of stoners I'm walking with have all run out of energy and/or attention span. People order snacks and break away in pairs or solo, to call for rides or plan the day's events or just vegetate and wait for the drugs to leave their systems. I look around and find that my nameless friend has also gone to the Upside-Down. As I wash the cigarette taste out of my mouth with coffee, I unsuccessfully try to remember whether I saw grunge girl smoking tobacco at any point. I remember nothing. That tulip was so fucking powerful that it instantly sent me a whole day forward in time.
Alone in the city, I try to call my best friend and get no answer. I walk to the nearest bus stop, catch a bus most of the way home, and call up my parents to ask for a ride back. They ask where my friend is. I tell them that I have no idea; we went to a house party and I don't remember anything else.
When they pick me up from the bus station, they ask me some very safe, nonspecific questions, and seem to relax when I describe what little I can remember. It isn't until years later that I realize they were probably terrified I'd gotten rufied or something, and were so relieved to learn otherwise that they didn't even bother chiding me for smoking myself unconscious in an effort to impress a strange woman. In any case, they were probably happy to find out that I did, in fact, like girls; I suspect they had been privately wondering whether I was gay.
After getting home, I finally manage to get my best friend to answer his phone. I discover that he tried the kitchen pills, spent most of the night crossing the entire city on foot, and crashed at his cousin's house. He sounds like shit. I tell him that he should have tried the tulip, instead. He fervently agrees with me.
I never see grunge girl again.
That's okay, though. She got to see a clueless stranger get fucked the entire way up on some ungodly strain of giga-weed, and I got smiled at by a cute girl, and then I got to go on a quest. Wherever grunge girl is, I hope she's happy. I hope she's smoking the fattest fucking blunt and smiling as some kid passes out behind a couch.
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iwasbored777 · 3 months ago
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The guy at the bar: Are you two gonna fuck or fight?
Wade and Logan, few hours later:
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tio-trile · 2 months ago
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@scorpling: *galaxy brains* someone should draw the TLT necromancers as their corresponding Sailor Guardians
Me: Oh that sounds like a great idea. Too bad I've actually never watched Sailor Moon tho
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Me: Palamedes in a miniskirt tho.
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clownhunterbebop · 6 months ago
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Forget hot girl summer, it’s raven boy summer this year. Go make extremely codependent new friends. Go awaken an ancient evil. Go, uh… murder your Latin teacher. Have fun!!
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wotchernewt · 8 months ago
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cool new life series! very serious very dramatic!
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somerandomdudelmao · 7 months ago
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Part 2 :>
Ward just got a shapeshifter roommate ehehehehehhfjfjg~
Previous Next
Masterpost References
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umblrspectrum · 2 months ago
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part 4 of a lot funnier in my head than on paper
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tawnysoup · 3 months ago
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the fritter (frin critter)
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gammija · 4 months ago
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A little something silly in my werewolf/vampire jmart au, for @milkteamoon as part of @magnusforgaza. Thank you!
This specific project has now closed, but here's a list of artists who are still individually taking requests for Gaza donations - go check them out
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cloudysarts · 3 months ago
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this is what the book of bill was about right
(og image under the cut)
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crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington · 10 months ago
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slavhew · 4 months ago
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look at this idiot not aware that his body is warm and his touch comforting everyone point and laugh
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theoldkyokodied · 2 years ago
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One wedding and three funerals
Background paintings under the cut
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#tomgreg#succession#tom wambsgans#greg hirsch#shiv roy#roman roy#kendall roy#yeah no im not tagging everyone thats too much#this is me going 'how much implications themes and symbolism can i fit in one painting'#yes i gave rose shivs haircolor. if we ever find out how she looks like and its not like this im just gonna pass away i guess#but yeah i hope yall connect the dots#i put waaay too much thought and work into this. i was googling pictures of all the actors as kids just for reference (sigh)#honestly kinda wanted to make tom and greg link pinkies as like. a pinkie promise. but that was too hard to draw in this angle#at least not without obstructing the view of the ring which is important to see so ya#my fave is actually the tomshiv wedding pic i went off with that. i love them... they should have run away to become sheep farmers fr fr#anyway im so glad im done with this UGH!! finally i can draw smth else without being like oh noooo i need to finish this#i see a lot of you wondering why there is no portrait of logan but one of ewan#it's bc the placement of the painting represent their standing. logans portray would not hang next to the stairs#his present portrait hangs at the end of it. all the way up at the top. alone and withering away#basically the picture you see underneath ewan to the right? its where toms parents would be. the right side of the wall is tom and gregs#and the left one is the roy siblings theirs. since they grew up rich rich. and tom and greg didn't#but ya thats why ewan hangs here and logan does not :)
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