#i actually really like drawing them with mouths

[raintemper]

More of them,, but they’re robot cats this time lol… I’ll draw Moon and Pebbles soon, and some others maybe

I’ll do anything but actually draw them as Iterators apparently

Don't look too close, Ive never drawn such mech heavy designs until now...I don't know what I'm doing. I got a little more confident with NSH but I was absolutely just going blind with Suns. It took me 2 days to figure out how I wanted to start with Suns...

Some background info dump of them for this? Au??? Idk yet lol, under the line if interested

Erhm. Set in a post apocalyptic world, much like how Rain World actually is. Alternative timeline where iterators don't exist?? Failed??? The ancients have not yet ascended?? Maybe??? Idk the details are still blurry to me also 😞. They are in a high security lab facility ground type setting. (Perhaps just an excuse for me to draw apocalyptic higher tech designs????) It is cold outside, some failed iterator structures still produce rain, and occasionally the air may become toxic.

Suns is an offensive/surveillance model meant for fighting and protecting as one can probably tell with his tail blades. It folds back in an attempt to make it less dangerous and also functions as a way to swiftly cut into something if needed. They are the only one of them (excluding Pebbles for special reasons) to be equipped with a mouth hiding sharp teeth and/or lasers for even more attack prowess. They are also still huge. Sorry I run with the huge Suns agenda. He is a tower. Easily wrestles most lizards. I still like the idea of fluffy Suns, so he still has it as a robot cat. Some insulation for the colder outside temperatures, he's outside a lot. Suns is not built to be friendly. Mostly acts and behaves as an unassuming robot early on.

Moon and Suns were the first properly functional/successful projects. They were edited and reconstructed a lot from beginning to now. Maybe they were both originally purposed as therapeutic companions.

The overseers are little drones that fly around. They still project things and are still sometimes unhelpful with directions, follow at your own discretion. The lizards and predators mostly ignore them as well. They do recognize the different drones with time. They've learned to recognize NSH's drones, which sometimes might contain some edible collected material, so they do occasionally try to eat those. And most of the smaller predators try to leave the area if they see Suns' drones.

NSH is closer to a pet model. He is made for reconnaissance and scouting. He is still tiny because I like him tiny, he's adorable. NSH has three pairs of legs for rough terrain traversal, and is a fast little guy. He helps in collecting samples and materials from the outside, marking maps, as well as finding viable safe spots/shelters. He has no mouth but has a component in his chest where he can collect small samples, as well as storage units in his drones to store excess. He has small vials of decontaminate fluid to clean any samples he collects, they have to be refilled occasionally. Also, as mentioned in the art, he can open his neck and chest area and just swallow bigger samples. He can even keep them alive inside him if he wants to. Otherwise, they're killed and turned into power for him to use. Sometimes he finds lizards with cool patterns and tries to swallow them to show Suns, who oftentimes will kill it afterwards.

He was the experimental project for emotive programming alongside Unparalleled Innocence/UI, hence his fully functioning screen as a face. As opposed to Suns, who functions more as a security camera. I think NSH and UI are both similar in the more playful/chaotic personalities, so I decided for them to be created around the same time and put into the same testing. Overtime, UI did not respond very well and was repurposed (She's not gone). Emotive sentience was programmed into NSH first and then tested on Moon. It was generally successful in both cases. NSH really enjoys messing around and can even imitate his fellow iterators faces. It works really well temporarily scaring predators using Suns' color markings lol.

Because NSH and Suns are both outside often, they have solar panel components in their design for extra power. The two of them are very close because of their shared experiences. NSH likes the outside more, Suns has little opinions of it. They worry about NSH because he's so small and curious and occasionally brings back dangerous things.

Suns is a little bit of an outcast here because of his difference in role. He is mostly left to roam and function on his own/not approached as he carries his role. The others are research focused and Suns is more obviously purposed for battle, so there is a little bit of a divide. Not to mention, he technically does not have the programming for emotions that Moon and NSH have. Suns does learn on his own though :D, some of it is learned from NSH too

I will leave it here for now. I will probably talk more about Moon and Pebbles for their own post. And the others as well. I'm still thinking about their designs though.

Erhm hopefully this makes sense somewhat and was at least a fun read.

[indiestsnake]

okay. for real this time. Major In Stars and Time spoilers for act 3 and beyond. To my wonderful friends playing this masterpiece, to no further. To potential readers, buckle up. This gets long ._.

I thought this game was done with causing me symptoms of emotional exhaustion and stress overload. I was wrong.

Acts 5 and 6 of this game caused the most emotion a video game has ever inflicted on me. Like- the tightness in my chest was an emotion I can only describe as grief. Genuine grief. I felt like I needed to sob for most of act six, for multiple reasons.

Let’s start at the fuckin transition I guess!!!!!!!!!! Siffrin finally thinks they figured it out, and they haven’t. The genuine fear I felt in the cutscene with Euphrasie, the realization that… that this was it, Siffrin was simply stuck. I believed it. I could not find a way to break my suspension of disbelief. I fully, genuinely could not believe that this game had a happy ending. I did not know this game only had one ending, but even if I did, it… I don’t think it would’ve done anything.

The following monologue was the usual terrifying, the game using its informal dialogue to reap horrific subversive effects as usual. Of course it saved some tricks for this moment, like taking away control of when the dialogue progressed. Watching Siffrin snap so thoroughly, lose all his hope and cling to the thought of defeating the king alone because he doesn’t know what else to do, it… it really breaks you.

So. Now that the game has maximized my potential sympathy for Siffrin. And torn my empathetic heart to shreds. It immediately turns on a heel and makes me hate them within three conversations. The things they say to Mira, Odile, Bonnie, Isa, made me so thoroughly angry. I would not blame Odile for actually harming him. I would not blame Mira if she never spoke to him again. I would not blame Bonnie for never wanting to even think about him again. And I would not blame Isa if he no longer loved Siffrin.

I am a person who believes in redemption. In second chances. The readers of my fics know this well. But sadly, actions have to have consequences. And the actions Siffrin takes should have lost him his friends, his family, forever. Even in his circumstances. They had no reason to keep caring.

So then, reeling from the genuine sense of loss and grief and hate and despair, Siffrin nicks the orbs and goes in alone. Through about, what, 20-30 minutes of gameplay, this tension persists. The game didn’t even need to barrage me with monologues, just show those conversations of the family Siffrin left, tear apart the house and the menus and the game till it was barely recognizable. Siffrin. The Lost One, says his profile. Memory of emptiness. Rock, paper, scissors. It’s so dry. So dull. So full of despair and pain and fear and a question of what he could ever do to deserve this hell. He can’t go back. He cannot find the hope or will or anything to go through with it, to follow the script. So even if this does break the loop. What then? He is left with a world where the people he loves most despise him.

Then finally, he reaches the king.

The fight is almost dull. Simplistic. Full of pain. Siffrin does not need a shield to withstand the vision of the future. Because the world they live in cannot get any worse. Nothing scares him more than the hell he now exists in.

Then, he begins to freeze. The king slows him down. And he falls asleep.

The following sequence was just… indescribable. The sadness variant of him, Mal du Pays. French for “homesickness”. Just a simple drawing of Siffrin. The music. The dialogue. The words that come from its mouth. From the party’s mouths. Siffrin tries to say it’s fake. Isabeau’s segment convinces him it’s not.

I didn’t even realize what was happening till it flashed forward and gripped the screen by the face.

He was turning into a sadness.

The frame of his sadness gripping the screen, like many of ISAT’s frames, is something I can’t manage to forget. The cloak and the face and the way it fills the screen so suddenly and finally speaks as itself, not as Siffrin’s party. And he can’t fight it. They just can’t. The universe leads, but he is tired. And now, he can rest. If he just lets go.

In that moment, I was staring at a black screen, begging, pleading for the credits not to roll.

And then he wakes up.

Because his friends are back.

Despite what he said and did, they knew he didn’t mean it. And if he did, they didn’t care. It was clear something was wrong, and they were determined to fix it. Because they were his friends.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a game manage to convey self-hatred so convincingly that I, the player, began to hate my character in a way their friends could not. In fact, I was not aware that was a thing that could happen.

I don’t even know how to express the feelings this give me coherently. It feels like this game snatched away one of my closest moral beliefs only to clothesline me with said belief so I learned it even harder. What Siffrin did was not unforgivable. But it truly convinced me that it was.

So of that when all hope seemed truly, truly lost. It pulled the basic trope of “your friends come help when you thought you were alone”. And it nearly knocked me out of my chair.

First off, get fucked king. Second off, happy for you king.

And then the walk to Euphrasie. I was mixed with giddy glee and unending dread for this whole thing. Isa helps Sif walk while Bonnie holds their hand. Color exists again but only red and oh god the world is ending. Euphrasie is still broken oh god please no don’t send me back don’t take this from me please no no no no WAM REVERSE BOSS FIGHT

Cue that scene. I wasn’t exactly happy that my only option aside from hurting my friends was hurting myself. But it did not take long for me to start groaning in annoyance when Mira healed me.

And then. Against all odds. Siffrin breaks. As does the text formatting as the party literally claws at the text box edges to yell at him.

They fall. Hands clasped together. And he tells them his wish. That he just wants to stay with them.

Of course. That’s all he ever wanted.

And oh god, oh thank every deity, that’s all they want too.

And he finally gets a god-damn motherfucking son of a bitch eye-losing tear-jerking MOTHER FUCKING HUG

and damn it was a good one. poor guy was all squimshed. lost his hat too

the rest of the dialogue is just. amazing. I was gigging and smiling and shaking and vibrating with joy before I even finished Mirabelle’s segment. Walking to Bonnie was when I realized it felt like I wanted to cry. During Bonnie’s dialogue was when I almost did cry. Then Odile. Who I obviously asked for the long version of her theory and she was very helpful for explaining all the stuff. and then.

Isabeau.

oh. my. fucking. god.

the joy I felt when he said it. The leap I leapt, ungracefully dancing over to my bed and mouthing screams of joy. I genuinely just collapsed and writhed around like a fish out of water in happiness. You know how some folk flap their hands to stim? Yeah, imagine that but my whole body. I was so unbelievably happy. I don’t know how a game did this much to me.

The rest of the dialogue was wonderful too. Sif apologized for everything, even the optional events, even admitted the bad touch event. And of course. Isa freaked the fuck out. Because oh my god Sif kissed him. And then when Sif clarifies that it was not a good kiss. He just thinks for a moment like. “…………. Maybe u just need more practice!!! ^^” and it was at that point Siffrin and Isabeau plushies manifested in my hands and I mashed their faces together like barbie dolls

Mira doesn’t want self-spoilers and thats hilarious. Bonnie has no fucken clue what’s going on but she knows Sif was hungry sick and at school so all is well. Odile admits she linguine’s him and yes I fucking love that joke. SIF’S HOME COUNTRY MIFHT APPEAR IN THE DISTANCE????? AND ISA AND SIF ARE GOING ON A FUCKING DATE

and it was at this point I saved my progress, crossed my heart, and prayed Euphrasie would not send me back.

And she didn’t.

oh, god, this game…

welp. this post is two hours in the making. dunno if any of this is coherent but I think if you’ve played isat you get it. thank you to everyone who’s been blowing up my liveposts recently!!! it’s been cool to see the fandom giggle evilly at my suffering :3

tho my contributions to the Isat fandom do not end here. the fic is imminent. I could not stop it if I wanted too. If you couldn’t tell by the essay you just read.

thank you for reading this far if you somehow did!!!! hope you enjoyed my nonsensical babbling. I’m gonna go pass out. have a good day!!!!!!! .3

[ratatouillewastakendammit]

A Human's Touch

Bill Cipher/Reader

Word Count: 3k

“A deal?”

The word felt sour in your mouth, coating your tongue in uneasiness and sliding down your throat to turn your stomach into a grumbling ball of nerves.

Bill nodded with a grin. “Deal, bargain, arrangement, whatever you want to call it! All that matters is that I’m offering you a first class ticket into my very own glorious abundance of knowledge.”

“In exchange for…” You continued, a question encompassing the end of your statement.

Breath lodged in your throat, you waited, the silence barely loud enough to conceal the soft thump of your beating heart.

“You.”

That sure as hell wasn't what you were expecting.

“Excuse me?”

“Just the mind and body. You can keep your soul, I don’t need that silly old thing," He chuckled. “Story short is, I've got a chore that needs handling and I need a physical flesh packet to do it. So, whaddaya say?”

With that tone, one would have thought he had just asked a neighbor for a stick of butter. The absolute ludicrousness of the situation had you scoff. “Absolutely not.”

Clicking his tongue in disappointment, Bill slowly reverted back into his original form, human stature shifting and condensing into that golden triangle. “We’ll see.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mea-”

“But I’ll offer you a compromise. And believe me when I say I don’t offer those to just anybody.” It occurred to you that you had just now realized how his form glowed whenever he talked, each syllable pulsing with spectral luminescence. “I’ll stick around and you can study me. And keep that pretty little meat-suit as a bonus.”

“Why would I… I’m a psychology major, not a cryptozoologist student. Or whatever you would be classified under,” you muttered.

“You’re trying to master the mind, doc. And I guarantee you, there’s no mind as interesting as this one! I’m an enigma, a mystery; and I know that’s something you brainiac types just can’t resist!” His eye began to showcase a myriad of different landmarks and time periods, ranging from the Black Plague to Ancient Rome’s gladiatorial fights. Whether or not he had actually seen or experienced any of them, you weren’t sure. “All I need you to do is find something for me.”

“And what would that be?”

With a snap, a short stack of papers fell into your arms. “Just a silly old landmark, really. That’s where I’m trying to go, but I’ll find my puppet in the meantime.”

Every sheet was marked with numerous pictures of what looked like ancient architecture, each matched with a corresponding set of coordinates. Save for the one at the bottom, the structure appearing to be a crude drawing next to a row of question marks.

A puzzle.

“Want a trial run?”

You glanced up at him in question.

“Give me ten seconds inside that head of yours to show you what you’re missing out on. I promise you won’t regret it.”

Curiosity tugged at your chest, the sting strong enough to overshadow the warning bells going off in your brain. “Ten seconds.”

“Cross my heart.” He held up a hand, fingers wrapping around one another to bind the promise between voice and flesh.

Every fiber of your being was begging you to back away from the cliff side, mental voices pleading for a retreat to where it was safe; predictable.

They clamored with one another, a chorus that had been overwhelmed with singers, each vying for your attention to create a symphony of disorder. Their call jerked at your sense of logic, slowly drawing your feet further and further away from the overhang.

Then you jumped.

“Okay.”

The word had barely left your lips before you began regretting it, but the complete and utter feeling of turbulence over washing your perception left no time for remorse. It was like your consciousness had been yanked back through eyes that you couldn't open, the mortal realm as you knew it shadowed in a blanket of pure ebony.

But then, in a single beat, everything changed.

You were falling.

No.

That definitely isn't it.

Warmth prickled at your limbs, now buoyant and hovering weightlessly, like your entire body had been submerged into a pool of water. Liquid air embraced you, floating under your clothes and gently tugging the fabric upward. Loose strands of your hair did the same, the levity tender and benign enough to leave no pain. The peacefulness swimming throughout your form was enough to distract you from the complete lack of somatic bodily sensations, whether it be the fading ache on your thumb from the hangnail that had been picked off yesterday or the beat of your heart.

The woven veil of darkness was lifted from over you, senses freed from its blinding threads and allowing you to look around.

A silken sky encased you from every angle, shades of purples and blues colliding with the black. They welcomed one another happily, hues binding together to form a tapestry of radiance. Clusters of stars, each blooming with its own spectral iridescence, were splattered across the galaxy.

You reached out, tiny celestial bodies caressing your outstretched fingers and tickling at the skin. One drifted closer, quiet glow reflecting on the palm of your hand.

Up close, you noticed that it wasn't just light, but an image was molded in its bright center.

A cabin in the woods, both covered in snow like powdered sugar, flickered within the orb. Firelight could be seen from inside, warm reds and oranges colliding with the stark white flakes still falling around the scene.

The lodge, although you couldn't see, would have been scented like hot chocolate and had a brightly lit Christmas tree in the middle of the living room.

Small waves of memories washed over you as the minuscule sun slowly started to hover away. You could have sworn that you heard laughter, a little girl's, as it escaped from your hold, joining its clustered constellation of a family.

You reached out once more, fingertips gracing another star as you were submerged in the sound singing and the smelled of birthday cake.

Then you blinked.

And it was gone.

"So, whaddya think? Pretty neat, huh?" You jumped at Bill's voice, eyes readjusting to the harsh lighting of your dorm room. The muted thump had returned to your chest, organ beating rapidly from the sudden change.

"What was that?"

"I like to call it the Mindscape." He pressed a small, black finger against your temple. “A metaphysical representation of your mind.

Your bed frame rocked as you flopped down in shock. "And you can just do that whenever you want? With whoever you want?"

"And so much more than that."

"It's..." You raised an arm above your head, imagining those twinkling lights swirling through your fingers once more. "It's incredible."

"So, does that sway you or what?"

You sat up, quiet unease weighing in your chest. "Why me? We both know that there's a lot of people out there who would've taken that deal. So, why stick around?"

Bill raised both of his arms, the closest he might ever get to a shrug in the form lacking shoulders. "Why not? You were the one who shook my hand, so you’re basically stuck with me until I find someone else interesting enough to use. Besides, I enjoy imparting some wisdom to you mortals every few millennia or so."

The response wasn't genuine, at least, not completely, of that you were almost positive. There was the idea of something more that was underlying the pleasant message and honeyed promises, something that you would become trapped in, unable to dig your way out once you actually knew you were being buried alive.

But you had already jumped.

What's the harm in just letting yourself fall a little longer?

"Hand me the papers."

⭒⋆△⋆⭒

It had been two days since you had found Bill.

Two days since you had agreed to aid in his search.

And exactly forty-six hours since you had realized how utterly annoying he could become.

He was like a power hungry toddler, whizzing around your room and rifling through every drawer, shelf, and cubby in interest. He followed you around almost everywhere, whether it be to the nearby vending machine or your school’s computer lounge.

And that definitely wasn't the worst of it.

"Can you... can you maybe leave? Or at least, like, turn around." you had asked yesterday, a set of pajamas hanging over your arm as you attempted to change.

"You really think I can't see under there?" He cackled as a harsh warmth spread over your cheeks. "If you really wanted, I can look all the way down to your nervous system. Pretty cool trick if I do say so myself.”

"Perv."

“Ha! You wish, toots.”

There were random blocks of time, those you cherished near and dear to your heart, where he would randomly just disappear, popping out of existence to somewhere you honestly did not care to know about.

Such as the afternoon the day before, when you had been left to mercifully sleep passed the ‘pm’ to your heart's desire.

This morning, however, you had been plucked from the beautiful darkness with that vexingly flat tone.

“You’re a pretty mumbly sleeper. Get nightmares or something?”

Jumping up with a yelp, your body had slipped from those bewitching silk sheets, plummeting to the floor with a groan.

You had never been more thankful for opting to stay in your dorm over break, the interaction with any other sentient being besides the therapy cat kept in the campus library probably would have sent you straight over the edge.

Still, his presence was the slightest bit comforting, if you harnessed every bit of patience in your being. Especially since you had the more-than-slight inkling that it wasn't exactly his personality, but the enjoyment of tormenting you that brought upon the constant irritant.

If you just ignored him, he would calm down.

And surprisingly, he did.

But not by much.

"I'm just saying, if you're having bad dreams, I could fix that up real quick." Bill flew over to your desk side, papers strewn across the wood grain. "Are you even listen-"

"Done."

"You're finished." The response was less an assured statement than it was a question waiting to be affirmed.

"Yep. The other nine structures make an almost perfect pentagram, so the tenth should be right..." you tapped a finger against the map, brightly highlighted 'x' filling in the gap. "here."

One giant eye blinked back at you, watching as you tossed the notes aside and pushed your chair back.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed." If it wasn't two in the morning, you might have worded the retort more politely, but among the tiny grains of energy left in you, there was hardly enough to care. Still, you offered a small smile of remorse as you slid under the covers, blue light illuminating your dorm room.

Fingers gliding across your keyboard, your eyes flit from cover to cover, accessing your options before confirming your choice with a click. Bill watched you work, silently hovering to your side as you grabbed a pillow to prop your laptop up with. The soft periwinkle coating your features abruptly turned to black before slowly fading to a deep red, title screen showcasing the Paris catacombs loading in.

You picked up your recently formed companion from the corner of your vision. "It's a horror movie. You actually might like it, being, ya know... Which sounds a lot more offensive when I say it out loud."

He didn’t seem to mind or even notice as he floated next to you, oversized sclera and snakelike pupil reflecting the events playing out on the monitor. As the minutes ticked by, he levitated inches closer, finding residence on your left shoulder. At first, you thought of swatting him away, but ultimately paid no attention as the creature settled in next to your collarbone, stamina properly depleted from a day of nonstop work.

It was fascinating to watch, or to listen might be a more accurate term, how Bill reacted to the film, chaotic cackle ringing out anytime a character was injured or met their untimely end. You noted how he particularly enjoyed when suffering, specifically that of which was emotionally traumatic, was involved, such as when one of the individuals got sucked into a burning car and ended up buried alive within the span of two minutes.

It was spine tingling, sure, but interesting to view nonetheless, especially coming from someone who had been oddly engaged in serial killer cases from age fourteen. You found yourself silently analyzing every snarky comment, chuckle, or declaration about how he could have done better rather than actually paying attention.

According to him, falling down a well and breaking your neck was ‘boring’ and getting beaten with a rock to death was ‘uninspired.’ Both statements were extremely concerning, but clearly not alarming enough to keep your eyes open for long. Mental fatigue plagued your mind, infesting your questions with a soothing fog until sleep finally claimed you.

Your spector was gone by morning.

Sunlight streamed through your blinds, bright gleam marking your room with its fractured motif. You slipped from the comforting warmth of your sheets with a yawn, rolling your neck around and ushering away those tiny pops from hours of unuse. Despite the moderate sluggishness weighing down your limbs, you were quite surprised at how good you felt.

Nightmares had always been fairly regular for you, whether it be something as mildly mundane as being late to class or as distressing as being chased by an axe wielding maniac. 

Like it or not, Bill had been right; you were a stressful sleeper.

Over the years, you had slowly habituated to the dreams, not allowing those ghosts of visions to haunt you too much through waking hours. Regardless, it was hard to shake the ickiness brought upon by those particularly stirring visions, especially when the rest of the world was dead, that dreadfully lonely feeling only empowered by the darkness and silence surrounding you. Every once in a while, you would jolt awake, sweat coating the edge of your brow as you willed your heart to slow, forcing uplifting scenarios into the forefront of your train of thought.

Even when it wasn't a nightmare, there was almost always something. Maybe a sporadically flash of colored light or recollection of something weeks ago. In fact, a dreamless evening almost always meant a lack of sleep.

However, this seemed to be the complete opposite. 

But you definitely weren’t complaining. 

Rifling through the minifridge beside your bed, you flipped through various breakfast options, determined to start a morning off on the right foot for once. You had just settled on a plastic box of leftovers as a sharp snap sounded right next to your ear, causing you to jump and smack your head on the microwave above. 

A string of curses shot out as you waited for the throbbing to subside. You caught a glance at your triangular shaped companion, who seemed less than apologetic at the frightening entrance as he made himself at home on your bed. The suspicions were deemed correct as he shifted into a human seconds later, if the haughty grin gracing his features was any indication.

“I thought you left,” you sighed.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy,” he replied, watching while you worked to heat up your food. “I was just checking in with some friends nearby.”

‘You’re basically stuck with me until I find someone else interesting enough to use’

Well, dammit.

“I guess we can get started then.” Moving to take a seat by your desk, you noticed the slight twinge of surprise tugging at his brow. “You said you’d let me study you. I don’t have anything to do for the next two weeks anyhow.”

“Ask away. I’m an open book.”

I doubt that

“So, what were you doing again?”

Your new patient rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed at having to repeat himself. “Visiting old friends, just to let them know of my fabulous return to society.”

Very vague; great

“Were they human?”

“Ha! As if I would ever consider one of you pea-brained meat sacks a friend! Besides, you guys die way too quickly to make a difference anyway. Do you know how many puppets I’ve had to replace because they keep kicking the bucket?”

“Oh… I’m sorry about that.”

Incredulousness soaking his tone, he scoffed. “I don’t need your sympathy. Those geezers were basically getting ready for the grave by the time they were in a cradle.”

Honestly, the statement made sense. If you really thought about it, people had begun the slow process of expiration the moment they had their first breath. Still, the way Bill phrased it gave you the idea that he thought about his own mortality, or immortality, as completely different from someone of your own species.

“So, uh, how old are you then?”

“Older than you could count, doc,” he replied, getting comfortable with his arms propped behind his head.

“And how does that make you feel?” You pried. “Knowing that most of the allies you make will die before you even really notice they’re there.”

He cracked open what you believed to be his good eye, though you weren’t exactly sure whether or not he could see out of the black one. “Perfect, obviously. I couldn’t care for you guys if I even tried. Let’s move on to the less stupid questions.”

You frowned. “Fine. Is your name actually Bill? I mean, no offense, but it seems just a tad bit anticlimactic for a supernatural entity like you.”

“Nope. But you wouldn’t be able to pronounce the real one.”

“Where were you born? Did you have a family or-”

“Oh, come on. I thought this was going to be interesting.” He jumped up, moving over to where you were sitting and motioning to the laptop still on your bed. “Let’s get down and dirty, into the fun stuff.”

A patience-capturing breath raddled through your lungs. You slipped around him to grab the computer, trying to ignore the way your pulse sped up in nervousness at the close proximity. “Alright. What would you like to talk about then?”

Excitement flashed in his eyes. “Let me show you.”

[hotvintagepoll]

Joe E. Brown (Some Like It Hot)—Where to begin? Despite from all appearances being perfectly average sized, his Little Guy energy is off the charts. His rubber face leaves Jim Carrey's in an exaggerated Looney Toons-style dust cloud. He was an actual cartoon character on several occasions. His calling card was just randomly SCREAMING. He was 100% down to marry Jack Lemmon. I could go on.

Brigitte Helm (Metropolis)— She’s a robot. She’s a communist revolutionary. She’s really bad at winking. She dances in the most awkward way I’ve ever seen in my life. She has emo eyeliner. What more could you want.

James Cagney (Yankee Doodle Dandy, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Public Enemy, White Heat, The Strawberry Blonde)—James Cagney is such a scrungler. He could dance, he could sing, he embodied the gangster role, he was a short king, he had curly hair, what more could you possibly want?? Something about his face just feels so Looney Toons to me. He's like a little bug and I'm observing him through my magnifying glass. I'm obsessed with his hair and his scrunging demeanor!!! He's the most guy to me of all time. I tried to draw him once and completely failed. You could crumple him up like a tissue and watch him float away in the breeze.

This is round 3 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Joe E. Brown:

The open-mouthed smile where he doesn't show his teeth automatically catapults to him to the top of my scrungly guy list, and that's without the absolute self-satisfaction and rapscallion energy of the final scene in Some Like It Hot. But come on. Look at him. THAT is a scrungly little guy. You've got to believe me

Brigitte Helm:

[Editor’s note for video: tw for slave imagery, eyeball horror, freaky statues, death references—generally just go forth with caution if you’re sensitive to horror/horror adjacent imagery.]

James Cagney:

Whaddya mean I've gotta SUBMIT Cagney? You look up scrungly in the dictionary and there's a picture of him RIGHT THERE. He IS the scrungle. -SHORT KING 5'4 3/4 (1.65m) I could put him in my pocket -When he rolls down his car window (in Mayor of Hell) sticks his head out and makes some snarky comment (which I didn't hear because I was way too distracted) it's like struck by lightning, let me tell you -His hair is so wavy and sometimes it falls over his forehead and then I die a little -He plays The Public Enemy number one, everyone thinks of this as "the one with the grapefruit scene" but it is SO SO much more than that, it's also the one where he wears little striped pajamas -Multilingual (Yes, I'm the same person who submitted EGR and listed this earlier. Yes, this is a big thing for me.) He spoke Yiddish, guys and you can hear him speak it in a movie (Taxi) AND when the Warner Bros. tried to discuss him without him knowing they used Yiddish not realizing he'd understand everything -He talks so fast. Like. Staccatto. It's so fascinating -Loved animals & owned CHOW CHOWS (that's a very scrungly dog, c'mon) -Plays Bottom in Midsummer Night's Dream, that's the guy who gets turned into a DONKEY, nobody else could've played it like he did -Messed with Warner Bros. all the time, threatened to quit, told them he was going to go be a doctor instead -He does this little nose scrunch thing oh my god -Boy Meets Girl is a supremely underrated screw ball comedy and he has lots of silly little outfits in it and acts ridiculous the entire time -Was fascinated by farming and just puttered around on his tractor, like he's just a little guy! -There's a movie where he has a silly little mustache (I haven't seen it yet though) -They've dressed him up as bellhops, sailorsn cowboys and itty bitty gangsters [in movies] and frankly that should be enough -His first show biz job was a female dancer on the chorus line

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He is the SCRUNGLIEST of gangsters, it’s the role that made him famous, and by god that’s for good reason. He also plays a peculiar little guy in musicals and occasionally westerns, all with a particular flavor of scruffy city rat energy that you can’t help but adore!  

[yeonmuse]

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ᥫ᭡ f!reader x lee heeseung ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are open] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🪷

authors notes This is a follow up to Heeseungs side story in Can You Hear My Heart. It takes place directly after the final chapter of Jungwons Mini Series. This is not a Hee X Reader series, but if youd like to replace the characters name with your own feel free to. This is part of admins University series

IN WHICH 𖤓 Heeseung has a thing for the theaters golden girl, he’s been crushing on her for months. He’s got it so bad for her that he somehow lets Jake talk him into attending auditions just to get closer to her.

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Quiet on set

The hell-like weekend had finally ended and it was now time to get back to classes and rehearsals. The fact that so much had happened in the timespan of just two days still completely shocked sakoia, obviously life was unpredictable and moved fast but she had never expected her weekend to turn out as it had. In two days alone she had met a new friend and lost her due to her being a complete snake.

Aside from the agonizing events of the weekend Sakoia did find herself smiling at the thought of Heeseung going out of his way just to make sure she knew he wasn’t an asshole. Though as quick as the smoke spread across her face it went away, she wouldn’t allow herself to sit and swoon over someone so easily. Though he made it hard, the last 2 months since Jungwons party, any time she’d seen him around or conversed with him he always had this way of making her laugh or smile. The confidence and charm he held could obviously draw a woman in, but it made her feel so easy how simple it was for him to worm his way into her thoughts.

She had been completely lost in her thoughts of the events from last night. She hadn’t realized Heeseung creeping up at her side as she walked.

“Lost in your pretty thoughts so early in the morning?” His voice snapped her back to her senses , warning a smile from Heeseung when she actually made eye contact with him.

“Mm thinking about everything that happened over the weekend, it was a complete shitshow.” Heeseung chuckles seemingly unbothered by the mention of the events, as long as she had forgiven him he truly didn’t care about anything else that had happened over the weekend.

“Mm yeah, ill have to find some sort of way to make it up to Nezz, since it was partially my fault her night was kind of spoiled.”

“Mm don’t worry too much about it, she knows it wasn’t your fault, her and Yuan were completely understating everything once I told them why you blew up like that, we all thought..”

“You thought?”

“We thought that maybe she was just a fling to you, earlier that night Nezza had said that you were the type to mess around, that you don’t usually date.” The tension in the air grew thick as the words left her mouth, she usually wasn’t the type to pre judge but the events of that night had her convinced that it was true up until he explained it all to her. As much as she hated it though, there was part of her that was still holding onto those words, wondering if they were true.

“She was right.” Sakoia felt her stomach twist in knotts at his response.

“She was right about back then yeah, way before, before a few months ago I couldn’t bother dating anyone, didn’t trust anyone enough to date them so yeah there were a few i did have flings with but, wasn’t exactly for me.”

“Is it because of her, Rena?”

“She’s part of the reason yeah, after that it was always hard for me to trust anyone so I steered away from the relationships and titles, though now I’ve had my eye on someone for a while now, been trying to get close to her, she’s the only one I’m really interested in dating.” There was a subtle silence between the two, she seemed lost in thought but all he could do was stare at her as they walked, all he could do was admire how beautiful she looked when she was lost in her own head.

The two of them eventually arrived at the auditorium, sheltered from the cold outside, and engulfed into the warmth of the building. This was their first official practice since the roles had been announced, and thankfully Heeseung wasn’t as nervous as before. Having spent more time with her he was now a lot more confident and comfortable in the role when it came to scenes with her.

Sakoia found heels watching him as he took off his jacket and threw it onto a seat in the front row. She found heels a little distracted after hearing his words earlier, so he was interested in someone. She was forced to come to her senses as the rest of the cast started sauntering into the auditorium, and the two were no longer alone.

For the first time since she started acting she found herself somewhat distracted when she’d look at him. Whether it was her trying to figure out who he had his eyes on, or her trying to distract herself from the fact that she did in fact find him attractive.

Meanwhile all Heeseung could think about was her, how pretty she looked, how angelic her voice sounded as she delivered her lines. The way her nose scrunched up whenever she was deep into her thoughts in between scenes. She was all that he saw.

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[spamlets]

iterators with mouths (but really it’s only 2)

[skunkes]

wears off in a month or so

[ohitslen]

They would be so insufferable once they got together I’m telling you right now

Request by @molten-rainbows!💖✨✨

Uni-fying the requests because.

[jerrythebug]

My fave Booster look so far was when Superman died (I know, it wasn't a good time for him since he also lost his future suit and Ted was in a coma). He should wear crop tops all the time 🔥🥵

[billythephoneguy]

🥺

[mad-raptorzzz]

[ID: A drawing of two SeaWing dragons from Wings of Fire facing each other. Tsunami has her back to the viewer and is smirking with her ear tipped forward. She has mostly medium blue scales with dark blue along her spine and snout. Some of her aqua blue bioluminescent face scalers are lit up. She is smirking at Whirpool who floats in front of her. He looks stunned by the audacity of what she is saying in aquatic. His green-yellow scales are lighter on his belly and darker on his back. He has large ears for a SeaWing, which are adorned with several large hooped earrings each. Over his left eye, he has a small golden monocle which is suspended in place by a fine metal chain attached to one earring and one eye brow ring. Between them, in glowing and floating letters, it spells 'Squidface'/ End.]

The scene that made me laugh is when Tsunami learns how to speak Aquatic and the very first thing she learns how to do is basically swear. Headcannon that squidface is the SeaWing swear that functionally means dickhead. Which I think fits Whirlpool well. I tried to make him as oily as possible. His ears normally droop under the weight of all the hoops. But he's so surprised that they're sticking up quite a bit. He also has some big ears for a SeaWing. All the better to put more hoops in. I may do a bit of a redesign at some point and give him gages because that would be sweet.

Love Tsunami. Next up is a scene that made me cry.

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

let's cut some onions

bonus:

[laugtherhyena]

Doodle him up

[rainbowpufflez]

Lily colored glasses

Get it cause— cause— ca—

NEVER LISTEN TO THIS SONG WHILE DRAWING THOSE MFS IT’LL RUIN YOU /j

[texeoghea]

for no particular reason what does Allegro's side look like and what color is his mouth

edited because i straight up forgot that his markings are meant to be symmetrical when i was drawing them on his back LOL

[good-beanswrites]

My english lyrics for Triage woo! (They're written out under the cut, I just wanted to share my lil chart lol)

Though I'm too indecisive to officially label this as my favorite song, it's had the strongest emotional impact on me by far. It holds a special place in my heart, I definitely wanted to write lyrics for it first! I'll leave all my rambling process commentary in the tags, but I was so happy with how it came out!!

All of those cards of promise thrown down carelessly,

This must be retribution for all I've taken endlessly.

If that were the case, it should have been fate for me to die.

That's the truth, given my crime, so why--?

No, I can't take it, to this cruel joke I'll submit. You

don't know, you can't know, but I'm ready to admit:

Killing for them, extracting for them, won't change the fact they're dead.

I need someone to tag me as RED.

It makes me sick (sick), it's too unpleasant. Sick (sick)

Is this punishment? What do you mean I'm INNOCENT?

I see, the world is cruel and leaves you on your own.

(I can't die) to atone. (I can't love) alone.

I can't be saved (saved), you've nothing to give. Saved (saved)

But what if I lived? Why else would you choose to forgive?

I see, there's lives to save so let's be sensible.

Right now, you need me, (I can be) indispensable.

Tilt to and fro, I know the scales should land on GUILTY for me.

Tilt fro and to, it's INNOCENT that they choose.

They cry (x4) out in pain, I can hear them. There's no one else, to guard their health,

My mission is offering help.

All of those cards of promise thrown down carelessly,

This must be retribution for all I've taken endlessly.

So if that's the case, then it must be fate to make amends,

Extract that fang before we meet the end.

It makes me sick (sick), it's too unpleasant. Sick (sick)

Is this punishment? What do you mean I'm INNOCENT?

I see, the world is cruel, but what I've realized is

(Now I want) to be INNOCENT. (Now I want) to live.

It makes me sick (sick), This wasn't my plan, hostages at my command.

Their future resting in my hands

I see, there's lives to save so let's be sensible.

Right now, please save me, (I will be) indispensable.

Maybe this was meant to be -- oh  -- or maybe neither of us can know

There's lives to save so let's be sensible.

Right now, please save me, (I will be) indispensable.

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I mentioned earlier that I always get annoyed with myself when people post translyrics and I can't figure out the rhythm they were going for, so here's a recording of me singing, but I'm bad at it! It's just for fun! Like a rough draft for music! Because the only thing worse than people hearing my voice is people thinking I can't count syllables!