#i only have two characters on there right now because i doodle more than anything and am constantly losing all my papers so thats all i can

[broke-on-books]

Okay so. I have never ever done this before and have NO idea what I'm doing but I was bored at work and made an artfight account. Anyways my name on there is Swishyyellow so like if you're on there. That's me (also tell me what you guyses names are) so um yeah. <3333 peace and love on planet earth etc.

[juststandingthere]

ISTG this game is making me insane, brainrot strong enough for me to make my first analysis post

One thing i love about the narrative is how distorted the characters, relationships and events are from jimmy's pov. Most posts discussing this focus on Anya, and it makes sense bc she's probably the biggest victim of this. She's seen as less than a person, she's an incompetent nurse, she has a meek personality, she'll let anyone(jimmy) step over her and she still follows his orders, despite everything he has done to her. We obviously see, from curly's pov, that she's simply too terrified of her abuser to act any other way, and when she's not with him she's way more confident and competent.

I haven't seen as many people talking about how this "distortion" affects Swansea and Daisuke as well, including the relationship they have with each other.

We see, in the first Curly section, that Swansea is a great mentor to Daisuke (one might even say they have a father-son/uncle-nephew relationship). He takes his time to teach him not just the basics, but also how to do his job as safely as possible. He lets him take notes, he himself writes stuff down for him to remember and even lets him doodle on those notes! Sure he is harsh with him, but he clearly cares about him and wants him to be safe.

And in return Daisuke looks up to him and has great respect for him, as both a mechanic and a man, while he also makes some jokingly offensive comments towards the older man, showing the close bond they have formed.

But that's not what we see when we play as Jimmy.

In his pov we don't see them interacting much, when they do we either see Swansea insulting Daisuke for no apparent reason or, in one occasion, we see him leading the kid down a "bad path" wanting to teach him how to "drink like a man".

When they aren't interacting tho, we do see hints of their actual relationship: Swansea asking where the kid is when he is "partying" in the lounge, confirming that he does not, in fact, hate spending time with him; him looking desperately for something, *anything*, that could help Daisuke with his suffering after he's injured; how whenever Jimmy tries to bring up to Daisuke how "badly" Swansea treats him, or how he "lied" to them about the utility room, Daisuke immediately shuts him down, because he knows what he's saying is completely wrong (i'm pretty sure those are the only times he doubts something Jimmy says), showing once again the trust and respect he has for his mentor.

(this part is kinda speculative but i think it makes sense)

There are two other times where we see them interacting, where we actually see how much Swansea cares for the kid, and coincidentally, neither of them is seen through Jimmy's eyes, but from a third person pov: what Swansea says right before they knock him out with the drink, about how he resents the people that let Daisuke, someone with his whole life ahead of him, with so much optimism and joy, board the ship for a job that would inevitably leave him "mangled" and "smarter in a worse way" (i could make a whole other essay on this part but i won't), and what he says right before mercy killing him. In that scene specifically, as the camera pans out in the corridor as Swansea raises his axe, ready to take the final swing, Jimmy doesn't see the hesitation in his body language, the way his body tenses, the way he comforts the kid, telling him to close his eyes, the heavy breaths (crying?maybe?) right after the act. He only sees the older man as a monster that would take away an innocent life that jimmy would have been able to fix had he been given the time to fucking think.

Hell, now that i think about it, Swansea's final monologue, where we find out that he is in fact a good man who tried his best to better himself, who simply wanted to protect the kid and give him "a chance off this goddamn rock"(implying that the Cryopod was meant for Daisuke all along) is also shown in third person!

A few other things i found interesting:

1-The missing pieces between what happened to Daisuke in the vent and when Swansea started attacking Jimmy. There's a cut from when Daisuke screams to when he's laying on (Swansea's) bed, bloody and in pain; from when Jimmy uses the mouthwash to disinfect him (which only causes him to suffer more) and two hours later; from after the talk the two men have and the moment Jimmy decides to go find the gun, the axe gone from Daisuke's face. What happened in those missing scenes? Was Swansea the one who helped the kid onto his bed, trying to make him as comfortable as possible? Did he try to comfort him, to distract him, and ease his pain as well as he could? What was his reaction when he had to take back the axe off the face of the young man he had started seeing as his own kid, whose life he had hoped he could save but that he ultimately had to take with his own hands?

I personally think those parts are blocked out of Jimmy's mind, as he couldn't fit them in his own narrative, where he was the hero, Swansea the villain and Daisuke the innocent, young man whose life he tried his best to protect from this "monster" that was now going to come after him.

2-Swansea attacking Jimmy with the axe, especially the cemetery scene, and how it can be interpreted in different ways.

We, the viewers, knowing everything that happened, will see it as a desperate man, Swansea, trying to avenge the lives that had been lost on that ship because of Jimmy (wether directly or not), with Daisuke's death being the last straw. But i don't think that's how Jimmy saw it. He saw swansea as a crazed, mad man, a ruthless killer, coming for him after taking an innocent life, Daisuke's photo and mausoleum as a reminder for Jimmy of what the older man had done, and a justification for what he was about to do.

(not to talk about the implication that the fight against swansea was not as intense as we saw it, only confirming the idea that jimmy was looking for a justification for shooting him)

[quibbs126]

And this here is today’s attempts at drawing Transformers, specifically TF One

I had this idea when I started today, since I knew the faces and noses were giving me trouble yesterday, to try this paintbrush style. The logic in my brain was that the movie was made in 3D, so logistically a more lineless style should work better, right?

I do admit, I think that the lineless style works far better in terms of the eyes and noses being the right shape, but I also admit my lines are probably a bit too soft and I may need to darken them. As well as get something good for the actual thin lines, since the paint brush on its own feels too thick, even at the lowest size

And you know what, since we’re here, does anyone have any Procreate brushes they can suggest for this sort of style? Right now I’m just using Flat Brush, but I wonder if I should use something else

Anyways, so this canvas was supposed to be more D-16, but partway through I figured I should try someone else to draw as well, so I decided Orion, so we could have the yaoi

Honestly my big problem with Pax here is that I don’t have a good comprehensive reference for him, while I can get by just fine with D-16. These were about the best I could get, and that last one I only got because these other two weren’t cutting it

I need high quality references of these characters, or at least specifically their faces. And I’m gonna need even more if I plan to draw Megatron and Optimus as well

But yeah, Orion’s here, and I was also having trouble getting the correct colors for him, because I’m stupid and used to flat colors. D was pretty easy considering he’s just greys, and a yellow tinted grey works just fine there as a grey (though I do admit I’m struggling with his eye color), but I feel like blue tinted Orion looks too blue by comparison. But I don’t know how to give him his proper face coloring without it being the same shade as D-16

I feel like my words aren’t making sense. But just get that Orion colors are a struggle. And still are, because I still don’t think that other grey is the right color

Also Orion has a significantly more complicated helmet than D, so that’s fun

I really wasn’t planning on Orion taking up so much of the space, but I needed to actually practice how he looked so that I could draw him easier. I had numerous attempts at D-16 prior, I could sort of understand his look, but I was flailing in the dark on Orion and needed the practice

I think another problem is that I don’t make him wide enough. But sue me, my character designs usually don’t have their bodies that wide/their heads that small. I’m working on it

I capped off this canvas by just deciding to make a small doodle of Orion kissing D, since why not and also I was too lazy to think of anything else to add

Where do we go from here? I have no clue, but hopefully it’ll go good

[mysaldate]

I need to thank @drawsmaddy for this incredible set of doodle commissions! This crossover has been living rent-free in my head for AGES now and I so desperately wanna talk about them aaa but I've already bothered all my friends with them so much ;;;

First off we got Michael and you KNOW he had to be the dorm leader of Heartslabyul. Unless Riddle is present in this crossover, then I think it might go either way honestly. On one hand, Michael was perfectly fine following orders when he played the role of Elliot but on the other hand... he is the guy the writers marked down as the sorest loser and he does have major control issues lol. Either way though, I think he and Riddle would have a lot in common and a lot of mutual respect is to be found. Other than Riddle, I think the relationship with Trey would be very interesting too because while Trey does share some traits with Uriel, he wouldn't need to see Michael completely beaten down into the dust to realize that the guy has TraumaTM and start doting on him. Michael would probably find that unpleasant because it reminds him a touch too much of Metatron but Trey doesn't have those usurper tendencies that make Metatron so dangerous so maybe he'd be chill with it eventually.

William is another hot candidate for Hearts dorm leader, definitely with his perfectionism and being used to sitting on the top but I feel like if we take William at the end of the series (or really anywhere past him realizing he does actually have human care and emotions), he would let Riddle sit in that throne and just befriend him. Again, the two are very similar and there is also the same connection with Trey except William wouldn't be a little bitch about it. I feel like he would be Cater's nightmare though because he is way too good at reading people. He'd also get along so well with Azul for obvious reasons xD.

Dantalion is prime Savanaclaw material. Not only is he insanely athletic but he also tends to go for the easiest solution in any given situation. It's not that he's stupid or doesn't think about things, it's the fact he's sick of scheming and playing nice when he can just beat the answers out of someone. I feel like he and Jack could be friends, or even Ruggie if he brings in some of Baphomet's cooking from time to time, and something tells me he would find Azul absolutely insufferable, only "worsted" by the likes of Jade and Jamil.

For Uriel, I honestly consider him staff more than anything but for the sake of the doodle series, he'd be in Octavinelle. Benevolence isn't something he would connect with himself once upon a time but after taking care of William for so long, that soft side bloomed in his heart like a field of flowers... but he can still be cold and calculating when he wants to be. One of Azul's favorite workers due to his gambling addiction which makes it really easy to make the money they pay him for his services in Mostro right back. He joins Trey, Jade, and Jamil on their cooking nights and swaps stories of their dorm leaders together. He does feel a little unsettled by how cruel Jade can be to Azul sometimes though.

I was debating not including Isaac because he's not technically a main character but you know what? He deserves to be here! Scarabia was an obvious choice and not only because he's essentially just Kalim in a thicker font. Isaac's whole character is about resourcefulness. He can get his hands on nearly anything because he knows the right people and has the right kind of money. While he's not as outwardly naive as Kalim, that is exactly why I feel they would get along. Isaac is safe. Kalim deserves a safe friend. And Isaac's heart is big enough to accept all of him. They'd probably establish family connections after school and then they would truly be unstoppable.

Sitri in Pomefiore is another no-brainer. He's so pretty but also always working super hard. Whether it is to find what attitude will get him the best results or his appearance. Of course, this applies to his schoolwork in much the same way Jamil used to put effort in, where he purposely does worse than he should – only his reason is to have people pity him and do things for him. He would have such an interesting relationship with both Vil and Epel imo where Vil likes his dedication and appearance but definitely disagrees with how he uses them. I mean, even forgetting the schoolwork stuff, why do you put this much effort into sneaking as many sweets into the dorm as you can? Epel would be kind of the opposite, I think things would be tense at first but after he finds out about Sitri sneaking sweets and using his cuteness to make people do his bidding, there's definitely a basis for a friendship there.

And finally, we have Camio! Honestly, dorm leader of Diasomnia fits him the best. He is elegant and unquestionably head and shoulders above almost everyone else in his life. I've been considering putting him in Scarabia too due to how much scheming and plots he did in the series but the way it all crumbled when Lucifer got involved kind of prevented that in my eyes. He could definitely understand Malleus a lot, having lost his mother very young and only knowing his father very remotely. His profound loneliness would also be something he can relate to – and the fear of losing the few people he does have. A more light-hearted dynamic would be with Sebek because I'm ngl, Camio and Malleus look super similar if you disregard artstyle differences except for the horns and I think it would be hilarious to have Sebek simultaneously offended that someone dares look so much like his master (dammit Sebek, people can't choose that) and confused because he's such a simp.

But yes, those are the broad strokes of my many many MANY thoughts on this crossover, PLEASE talk to me about it even if you only know one of these fandoms, I will explain everything, just please, my head will explode.

[suddencolds]

insatiable appetite [1/?]

sooo... this is one of the thirstiest things i have written—and also one of the only times i've written a character with the kink, ever T.T warnings in advance for mess, character getting sneezed on, implied contagion, possible ooc-ness, & me writing this entirely with my d instead of my head

ivan and till are from al//ien sta//ge (a very fun watch which will only take 30 mins out of your life; i really recommend it!!). that said, this fic takes place in a modern au setting, so feel free to read it without any prior context :)

special thanks to @6pmsoup for sending me a very cute alnst doodle of these two which altered my brain chemistry permanently

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Summary: Till shows up to a dinner outing with a brewing cold. Ivan suffers. (est. relationship, kink!Ivan, ~2k words)

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For all Till tries to hide it, Ivan can tell immediately.

There’s this: Ivan has been paying attention to Till for most of his life. A full decade before they’d gotten together officially, and some more—this is how long Ivan has had to observe his tells. Always from the sidelines, always with a detached air of indifference that, in reality, was anything but.

All the signs are there the night before. Till, turning up the thermostat a couple degrees higher than he usually keeps it. Spending a little too long in the shower and using up almost all of the hot water. Clearing his throat one too many times in the morning before Ivan leaves for work, his smile distracted, the rasp of his voice nearly indistinguishable—but only nearly.

Now, Till is here for dinner—it’s a dinner they’ve had plans for a couple weeks now, at one of the nicer restaurants downtown, in celebration of Till’s recent promotion. Ivan had booked the reservation a couple weeks in advance.

When Till arrives, stepping out of a taxi cab, he’s wearing a scarf, even though the weather is too warm for it. Ivan steps up to meet him. 

“Sorry I’m late,” Till says. “Traffic here was the worst I’ve ever seen it, swear to god.”

“Was it cold outside today?” Ivan asks, a little pointedly, tilting his head towards his scarf.

Till looks at him, his expression unreadable. Then he nods. “Colder than usual, for this time of year.”

“Strange,” Ivan says, just to be difficult. “But the weather forecast says it’s the same temperature today as yesterday.” 

“It’s probably just windier today,” Till says, readjusting his scarf around his neck. His face is a little flushed.

“Your voice sounds a little off, though.”

Till clears his throat with a scowl. “You must be imagining it,” he says. “It always sounds like this.”

No admission, then. That’s fine. Ivan will get the truth out of him at some point. He lets Till guide him into the restaurant.

It’s a nice restaurant—worth the hassle of the reservation, Ivan thinks. Each table is set with flowers arranged tastefully in long glass vases, empty wine glasses turned on their heads. The server—who leads them to their table in a small, private booth—is wearing a suit.

It’s a shame, really. Ivan has a feeling that he won’t be able to pay attention to any of that tonight.

They sit. Ivan looks down at the menu, picks out something at random in a matter of seconds. Truthfully, he can hardly think of anything less worth his attention right now. He turns his attention to Till instead—Till, who’s seated directly across from him, the scarf still around his neck, obscuring the lower half of his face. 

Till sniffles, reaching down to turn the page, and oh. The sniffle is terribly liquid—has he been sniffling like that all afternoon? Perhaps it’s a good thing that they work at different offices—Till at a law firm, Ivan as a senior manager at a consulting company—because Ivan certainly doesn’t think he’d be able to get any work done with Till sniffling like that. 

It’s not two minutes later that Till is reaching up to wipe his nose against the back of one knuckle. All in all, it’s discreet. Just a quick brush of the fingers against his nose, which is still hidden under the scarf. Though, the look of sheer ticklishness that passes over his features for a brief moment there is...

“What are you thinking of ordering?” Ivan asks.

“I can’t decide,” Till answers. He turns the page again. “It’s between the ribeye steak and the… snf! The pork belly. Is this the kind of place that skimps on the portion sizes?”

“Not from their Yelp reviews,” Ivan says. “You know, if you really can’t decide, I can flip a coin.”

“I’ll pick,” Till says. “Why? Hungry already?”

He looks up, now. His eyes are a little watery. There’s a faint flush over the bridge of his nose. Ivan thinks that if he reached out and touched him, he’d probably be running warm. The thought is almost unbearable.

“Your taxi did take forever to arrive,” Ivan says, by way of explanation. 

“Did you really wait that long?”

He looks uncertain, for a moment. Ivan says, “Not at all. But you know, I’m always impatient when it comes to you.”

Till rolls his eyes, but it’s fond. “There was a meeting that ran late. I wasn’t avoiding you.”

“Is that also a part of your new position?” “I guess so, yeah.”

“I can see why they were eager to promote you, then,” Ivan says. “How productive can late afternoon meetings be, anyways?”

Till snorts. “Not that important. It definitely could have been an email instead. I was about ready to doze off.”

He sniffles again. “Okay. I think I know what I want.” The way he says know betrays the slightest hint of congestion. 

“At long last,” Ivan says, just to be a little bit of an ass. “I’ll call over the waiter.”

He flags their waiter down, waits for Till to order first.

“A spiced apple cider,” Till adds on, at the end, with the slightest of coughs. “Hot, if you can.”

That’s new, too. Till seldom orders hot drinks at restaurants, though he’ll drink tea without complaint if it’s offered. Perhaps his throat hurts, then, from the cold that has clearly started to settle in his system. Subtle, still, but Ivan is familiar with colds like this. He knows it will probably only be a few hours before this deceptively “small” cold turns into…

Ivan orders, too, and thanks the waiter, who leaves with a curt nod. When he looks back over to Till, there’s a… strange something to Till’s expression, a slight distractedness. Irritation.

Ivan swallows hard. He should look away. 

He should, but then, Till’s breath hitches. He pulls the scarf higher over his face preemptively, as if he anticipates having something to have to cover for. The sharp intake of breath that follows is breathy, though Ivan can hear Till’s voice in it. He should really look away.

Instead, he takes the scene in, painstakingly, little by little, as Till’s shoulders jerk forwards. As Till presses a hand to the scarf, presses the fabric closer to his face, to muffle a sneeze into his fingertips:

“hhH-Ih!! hiHH-’IESCHH-eew-!”

God. It sounds utterly miserable, the harsh release of it scraping against his throat, the spray tearing into his scarf. It’s the kind of cold sneeze that is undeniably telling: this is going to be one hell of a cold. It’s not very quiet, either, even muffled into the fabric.

For more reasons than one, Ivan is glad they’re in a private corner of the restaurant, not somewhere more public.

“Bless you,” he offers, once he can trust himself to speak. It’s a good thing that Till is too distracted to look up at him right now. Ivan isn’t sure he can keep what he’s feeling off of his face.

Truthfully, he isn’t sure he’s going to be able to endure a whole night of this.

The problem here is that Till—Till, of all people; Till, who Ivan has been pathetically in love with for almost as long as he can remember—has no idea about Ivan’s… relatively niche interests. That is to say, he has no idea what effect it has on Ivan when he does that.

“Thanks,” Till says, a little stuffily. He sniffles again, lowering his hand. 

Ivan can’t help it. He knows he shouldn’t pursue this line of questioning, but he can feel his self-control dwindling by the second. “Don’t you think it would be better to take off your scarf, now that we’re inside?”

Till freezes. “Y-You know what,” he says evasively. “It’s pretty cold in here.”

Ivan tilts his head in question. “And just how do you plan on eating like that?”

“I’ll take it off when our food comes.”

“I can ask the waiter to turn the temperature up, if it’s a problem,” Ivan says. 

“It’s not a problem.”

Ivan rises from his seat. Till watches him, perplexed, as he heads to the opposite side of the table, where Till is seated.

When he gets there, he stops. Stands, unmoving, so he can study Till from above. 

“What are you—”

Ivan reaches out, settles his palm across Till’s forehead. As expected, it’s warm. Not quite feverish, which is a good sign, but warm enough to be notable. 

“Just how long were you intending to hide this?”

Till stares back at him, wide-eyed. “Hide what?”

Shouldn’t it be obvious? “The fact that you have a cold.”

“I didn’t think it was worth mentioning,” Till says, slowly.

“Hmm.” Ivan drops his hand to his side. He is a little concerned, now. “We could’ve called a rain check.”

This time Till really does roll his eyes. “For the reservation we planned weeks ahead?” he sniffles again. “That just sounds completely and utterly unnecessary. Are you the type of person to call things off just over a little cold?” 

Ivan leans over, tugs down the edge of Till’s scarf. Till bats his hand away just a moment too late, cups his other hand over his face to shield his face from view. For a moment, he looks faintly mortified.

Then his expression settles into something more disgruntled. “What are you doing?” he hisses.

So uncooperative. “Let me see,” Ivan says. Slowly, gently, he pries Till’s hands away from his face, and then—because the restaurant is dimly lit—tilts Till’s face up slightly so that it catches more of the overhead light. 

Till’s nose is redder than usual. He’s probably been rubbing it all afternoon, if the redness that percolates into his cheeks is any indication. There’s  a damp, liquid sheen on the underside of his nose.

“What’s there to see?” Till says, a little crossly.

“Your face, since you’ve been so intent on hiding it under that scarf,” Ivan says, leaning in to get a better look.

Till scowls at him, but there’s no heat to it. “You see my face every day.”

“On the contrary, I don’t see it nearly enough,” Ivan says. “And you hardly ever get sick. Is it so wrong for me to be concerned?”

Without looking, he reaches behind him with one hand to grab a couple cocktail napkins. The other hand he keeps held up to Till’s cheek. 

But then, Till’s breath hitches. “Wait,” he says. Panic flashes through his face. “Ivan, move, I—”

Oh. Well, seeing as there’s no way he’ll be able to get the napkins over in time, it looks like he’ll have to improvise. If Till wants to cover, Ivan can help with that. He moves his hand to cup it loosely over Till’s mouth. Not a second too late, it seems. Till jerks forward unceremoniously, his nose twitching, his eyes squeezing shut.

“hHheh-! HHh’EIITShHh’yYiew!” he gasps sharply. Two? “Hh-! hHiiH’DSSCSSHh-IIew!”  

The jolt of the sneezes is practically electrifying—all of that force, brought to an abrupt halt behind Ivan’s waiting palm. He feels the expulsion of air against his skin, the warmth of Till’s breath, feels the slight dampness behind his hand as the spray mists over his fingertips.

Ivan swallows, hard. Thank god it’s so dark here, otherwise Till might notice what this is doing to him. 

“Bless you,” he says, withdrawing his hand at last to wipe it on one of the cloth napkins. It comes out slightly raspier than he intends it to, though perhaps it’s a miracle that he’s still able to talk at all. “Some cold, hmm?” Belatedly, he hands Till the stack of napkins.

Till practically snatches them from him, turns aside to blow his nose wetly into the top few. The way he sniffles afterwards suggests that his nose is still very much running. 

“Do you have no self preservation? It’s as if you want to catch this,” Till says, drawing back with another sniffle.

Oh, Ivan thinks, fighting back a shiver. That would be far from the worst thing.

[hewkii]

Demystifying Splatband Signatures

Recently I've seen people talking about Acht and Paul's signatures apparently being right next to each other on a Grandfest banner. I really want to believe it bc that's adorable, but after spending entirely too long digging for a source, making spreadsheets, and attempting to identify each signature for myself I've concluded that it's most likely not true :(

full ramble below. get ready for an autism blast

So to start. It's probably decently well known at this point that the signatures outside Hotlantis correspond to every artist that had battle music in Splatoon 1 and 2. However, if you tally up the number of band members (36) vs the apparent number of signatures (37), we wind up with one mystery signature.

After skimming the artbooks and Inkipedia I didn't find anything officially matching any signature to any specific characters (besides the idols), but online I found two fanmade charts attempting to do it themselves. One by @/inaRNP on Twitter in August 2022 (which is missing one signature, and assigns the mystery sig to Karen), and another that circulated on Discord before being reposted to Tumblr in November 2022. This second one seems to be where the idea that the mystery signature belongs to Dedf1sh comes from. It definitely seems more likely than it being Bob Dub or something.

HOWEVER. Acht's lore in Side Order heavily contradicts this theory. In all likelihood they were autopiloting around the Deepsea Metro from the end of OE right up until they got pulled into the Memverse, never coming anywhere close to Hotlantis. It is possible that it was intended to be theirs but plans changed, as technically SO's plot wasn't nailed down at Splatoon 3's launch, but to that I point to Haikara Walker. If they were intended to have escaped the Metro after OE, then they likely wouldn't have opened at the Low Water Party. (page 261 if you don't know what that is)

But with the signature's reappearance on the Grandfest banners, I think I've worked out exactly what happened here.

According to the charts, these are the signatures of Paul and Taichi. Both were noticeably redrawn for their appearance on the Team Past banner, and I think that's the key to solving this whole mystery. Redesigning Paul's makes sense; he was a kid when he did the first one and he's a teen now. Of course his handwriting would change. But why redesign Taichi's?

Or, what if what we thought was Taichi's signature was actually just part of Paul's the whole time?

That would bring the amount of Hotlantis signatures down to 36, meaning there was never an extra signature to begin with, and the mystery signature simply belongs to a member of Sashimori.

Of course, that still doesn't explain why it's so far away from the other Sashimori members. But then again, Paul's is also pretty far away. Maybe there just wasn't enough room to group them together like everyone else ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Plus, it's next to everyone else's on the Grandfest banner. Speaking of which...

Here's my guesses as to whose signatures are whose on the banners, including the new ones. forgive the microsoft paint

Things to note:

I can't actually tell how many new signatures are on the Team Present banner. I just circled all of them and called it Yoko & the Gold Bazookas, but there are only four Y&tGB members that aren't also in Ink Theory and there definitely seem to be more than four signatures there. we might have an actual mystery signature on our hands this time

Front Roe's sigs are different than the ones on Hotlantis, but I'm confident it's them because they all have 00X (as in 003Soss) worked into them.

dot--png pointed out in the comments that one of the signatures I guessed was Riot Act seems to have a doodle of a squid, so that might actually be Beika's

Team Past doesn't have any Splatoon 3 characters on it, which makes sense now that I think about it

i made a whole ass spreadsheet to help me figure this out and i feel like it would be a waste not to link it here

[lizaluvsthis]

Sorry if im late but during that deleted scene of matmtv au i cant help but notice

Why does Meggy not have her hat?

And why does it say Act 2.5??? Does that mean this comic is long and what Act are we on now? I couldnt help it I love your comic!

WAIT I ACTUALLY DIDNT EXPECT SOMEONE WOULD LIKE MY COMIC- THANK YOU SO MUCH... 😭 Might I say it means alot to me receiving these comments, The comic I made for that au is just based on my "Late-Night-Drunken-Doodles"

I want to call it that was cause I've always had runner up marware comics in this au every night, and whenever I write their dialogues they seem unauthentic due to my sleepyness. Wait where was I again? Oh right-

During Act 2, I originally planned to make this part whether she makes her own decisions for herself to NOT cope from the past but atleast focus on the present-future ahead. Thats why when Mario convinced to Meggy that Puzzles is not a bad person anymore, she debated on her mind if she'd give Puzzles a chance even after everything he's done.

(To remind everyone, one shot wren WORKED for Mr. Puzzles and he had admitted that during Puzzlevision Movie that he was the one behind their little adventures)

She faced on the present, proving to herself that anyone can change. Meggy destroys her hat. Forgetting Wren's existance and his bad doings that were growing all over her.

Side note- due to this scene being deleted, I decided to just make her destroy her hat with no Puzzles being in there but Wren. She just wanted to get rid of it.

And if you're also asking the Act, I had already planned a long time ago how it begins and how it ends. Acts are what I used for different side story and ALSO they're the basic set ups of rising actions and the impacts of how this story of the comic will take place in the right time. (My only problem, is that Ive never arranged them properly so my head is exploding)

We are STILL on ACT 1

Act 1 is called "Bond" it's the episode or- well- pages of the story where Mario and Puzzles made sense with each other and had their talks, said as hanging out and doing stuff together while Puzzles never realized something until now.

Although we're finally on Act 1, we have Pre-Act 1 of "Bond" which drags us to the VERY first beginning of a prologue. And yes, it's when Mario saw a TV of a head which we all figured it was actually Mr. Puzzles after his head got bashed into the sky with a luigi meat mallet. Pre-Act is yet to begin the story that would unfold into that chemistry we have going with Mario and Puzzles. So far they're still on progress with working each other out.

It might seems alot, but in a nutshell like any other. It's just some silly comic of the two complicated GAYS.

Act 2.5 in this scene is deleted and was re-written from the script. Meggy and Mr. Puzzles who are originally going to be friends of this story would probably NOT work out because they've JUST been moving on to Puzzlevision Movie after that. In the re-written version I had for her is that Meggy is now the LEAST character who has lines. But is still relevant to the story aside from SMG3 and SMG4.

The comic is atleast longer than um... than 100+ pages and these are just the Pre-Act and Act 1 still... imagine making more of that in 2 notebooks and end up having 500+ that would be a real dedication.

Anyways I think these are all well spoken, I hape to answer more project related or non project related asks. Please feel free to drop down anything on my inbox ^^

- ★Lizaluvs

[timelyrmdoodle]

Okay it's about time I made a masterpost!!

Hello!! My name's Leo, I use He/Him pronouns, I like, run this account or something? And there's a good chance you're looking for info on it! Soooo-

First things first, some things you might know me by!

This account, obviously

My main, @leounderseas, where I post more cookie-unrelated stuff!

My instagram

My tiktok (currently inactive)

You don't know me from twitter because I don't use that!!! Twitter is banned in my country, so I do not have a twitter account.

Also some artworks you might recognize!!

Now that introductions are out of the way, here's some more info on me and this account specifically! This a daily doodle account for Royal Margarine Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom! I am very normal about him. That's pretty much all I post about here, though other cookie related things do pop in every once in awhile!

This account was meant to be daily, but I am still finishing up highschool, and it's been very stressfull, so sadly I don't have the time to actually make that work. The plan is still to post a doodle daily! But maybe I'll only be able to do that once I finish up with school, sadly.

I have two main hashtags in here!

#my art and my stuffff, for any art or similar things I end up making and posting! If you're expecting a daily doodle and haven't seen it, or just wanna browse, you might wanna check the hashtag :)

#questions and rambling and stuff, for askbox questions that I answered or just general rambling about characters or any other topic! If you're interested about my insight on things (or my analysis of a certain cookie, whom this account happens to be about....) it'll be there!

My askbox is open, and anonymous is an option! Feel comfortable to ask me questions, don't be shy! Just, yknow, be civilized? And not mean? Or any kind of -phobic or -ist or anything like that

Projects I currently have in the works are:

My marge shimeji! It is still in production sadly because I haven't had the time to work on it.... but I plan on finishing it and making it downloadable for anybody who wants it once it's done!!

Another related thing is my character playlists! I make those for fun in my freetime :) I have a lot of them, and some of them are longer than others because I am obviously biased (staareeess....) but I still enjoy all of them! Here are the links if anybody is interested!

Royal Margarine Cookie playlist (longest by VEEERY FAR. You need commitment to finish this one. Also lowkey suggestive. Tread carefully.)

Black Pearl Cookie playlist (Second favorite! Nowhere near as long but still very dear to me :])

Butter Roll Cookie playlist

Matcha Cookie playlist (Third favorite,,,,,, ouuugh blorbo....)

Pure Vanilla Cookie playlist (Has purelily undertones fyi, i like purelily)

White Lily Cookie playlist (Fourth favorite, SHE'S JUST LIKE ME FOR REAAAALLL,,,,,)

Golden Cheese Cookie playlist (Fifth favorite! Not really that long, but pleeeaasee recommend me songs for it)

Shadow Milk Cookie playlist

Black Lemonade Cookie playlist (very unfinished...)

Shining Glitter Cookie playlist (very unfinished....)

Snapdragon Cookie playlist (very unfinished, IM SO SORRY BABYYYY,,,,)

I also have non cookie playlists! Though they are few

Furina de Fontaine (Genshin Impact) playlist (Second longest playlist I have. I LOVE HER SO MUUUUCHHH YOU GUYS DONT GET ITTT)

Kieran (Pokemon Scarlet & Violet DLC) playlist (This kid is ill and I care him)

To finalize, I don't take comissions right now, but I do take requests in my askbox! Depending on the request ofc. I plan on taking comissions someday, but that'll probably have to wait until I finish highschool next year! And with all that said.... You're caught up!!! *confetti falls Have any questions? Lmk!! I'll answer them! Have a good day :]

[strawberryrosess]

Lost to time

Warnings: period-typical homophobia and racism, angst, hurt/no comfort, canonical character death, unrequited love

Summary: After Arthurs death, Charles wonders what could have been. WK 719

A/N I really wanted to write and angst fic with Charles, so I hope you guys like it! I am sorry in advance 😅 🍓🌹

You can also read this on my AO3

Charles had lost. He had let the love of his life slip through his fingers without realizing it. Everything happened so fast in those last few weeks that Charles didn’t have a chance to tell Arthur how he really felt, and now he is gone forever.

Charles had liked Arthur from the moment he joined the gang, which was rare for him since he was so guarded and defensive. For most of his life, he had been treated differently because of who his parents were, but Arthur didn’t treat him any differently, he treated him like anyone else in the gang. Arthur treated Charles like a person and even though it was something so small, Charles appreciated it immensely. The gang felt like a home Charles never had but always longed for, and Arthur was a large part of what made Charles feel comfortable within the large group. The two of them became friends fast and Charles could feel himself falling for the cowboy.

Over time, Charles fell deeper in love with Arthur, and it haunted him constantly. It also didn’t help that Arthur would always pick Charles for jobs and Dutch would pair them up as well. If only they knew. Charles hid his feelings in fear of what would happen if he said anything, given the time period. Besides, Arthur had always been sweet on Mary Linton, so Charles never had a chance to begin with.

Charles couldn’t figure out why he fell for Arthur, he had met plenty of interesting and attractive folk in his travels, but something drew him back to Arthur. Charles couldn't deny that Arthur wasn’t attractive, anyone with eyes could see how good looking the cowboy was. But Charles loved Arthurs other more hidden qualities, like how flustered he became when Charles gave him a sincere compliment or his little doodles in his journal. There was a side to Arthur that only Charles had the privilege of seeing and it was something he held very close to him.

As time went on, Arthur and Charles became closer, and their friendship was unlike any other in the gang. This gave Charles the tiniest bit of hope that maybe it could happen someday. And then Blackwater happened and everyone's lives were changed in an instant. After finding themselves in the Rockies, Charles found that Arthur had turned to him for support, and was constantly doting on him after he injured his hand. Charles had never seen Arthur show that much concern for another member of the gang being injured, and Charles’ injury was only minor. Needless to say he was surprised.

Once the gang returned to some sort of normalcy a couple months later, way farther East than they had originally thought, it had to go downhill again. Charles had never seen Arthur so scared as when he told Charles that he was sick and dying. Right there and then, Charles had promised himself that he would tell Arthur the truth about his feelings before it was too late. Unfortunately that time never came. Charles left with the Wapiti tribe, with the intent on coming back once they were settled in Canada, but he stayed away too long. By the time he could finally return to the Hollow, everything had fallen apart. Charles wished he could go back in time and protect Arthur more than he did, so that maybe the other man could have a second chance at life.

And now he finds himself here, in front of a freshly dug grave, with a bottle of whatever sitting next to him. Charles almost never cried, but tears streamed down his face as he gazed at the freshly carved headstone that held the name of the man he loved. There was nothing Charles would regret more than not telling Arthur how he felt, he didn’t care now that Arthur might have not felt the same or even if he did. The possibility of if something could ever happen was taken away from him, and he didn’t know if he would ever stop hurting. As he thought about his time in the gang, he always wondered why they were so close, but now he would never have the chance to ask him. Charles didn’t just lose the man he loved, he lost his best friend.

[multifrisky]

Commissions!

currently open!!

said i’d probably make this either within a week or basically never and i was spot on.

ANYWAY. this is for transformers/mecha ONLY, because drawing humans gives me a headache. (if you want a little version of yourself/an oc to appear alongside the mecha, i’m willing to discuss that)

all prices are in USD! paypal only as of right now, half of the price upfront, half after completion ❤️

* if something irl prevents me from completing your commission, a refund of what was already paid will be delivered

i also reserve the right to refuse a commission (before payment of course) for Any reason. sorry!!

i sometimes skip sketching to go straight to what i use as lineart so that’s why they’re in the same category for the last one. i wont charge you more if i sketch neatly!

and as im not super comfortable with background right now i will NOT be doing any complex backgrounds for any pieces. unless you pay me 1000 dollars on the spot in which case i will learn. immediately .

ref sheets are weird in the sense that if you dont have ANY kind of reference (even just doodles that youve made or a detailed description) since i’ll be designing them myself the base price will go up, depending on how much elbow grease it needs.

like this one for example. if i had a ref id charge 60 for it, but if all i got was the coins from dungeon meshi and a few character traits id probably go with 80-90. also included in the price but not pictured in this one would be any notes (pronouns, color palettes, quotes) that you’d like on there, and possibly a close-up of one or two things.

with icons, it’s self explanatory! price change fluctuates with character complexity, but these will be headshots only. the price goes for the style i used for the headshot, but if you’d like me to use a style from a different drawing, we can talk privately about the price change.

the sketch sheet on here is priced a little higher than id normally go because of the extra “character” and the cleaner lines!

nono’s for this are:

anything but mecha

nsfw/fetish content (im not that skilled, non-negotiable)

overly complex designs; think idw ultra magnus (negotiable, if you’re alright with me simplifying the design in order to draw them)

robogore (im not that skilled, negotiable if you’re willing to give me an excuse to practice and willing to accept that it might not come out great)

anything that actually manages to ick me, which isn’t much!

i’ll check in with you a few times during the process (at least once or twice during the sketch most likely, after finishing the sketch/lineart, flat color), or whenever you ask!!

once the sketch has been completed, before i move onto lineart/flat color, major changes to the drawing will be free, up to two changes. minor changes will be left up to discretion and discussion.

the commission will take UP TO 2 weeks, but sometimes i get excited lol so 2 weeks is the MAX (barring unforeseen life events)

if you’re interested and would like a commission, please reblog and dm me so we can discuss it further (either over tumblr dms, discord, or email)!!

if you’re interested but can’t get/don’t want a commission right now, please reblog!! i need money 💔💔

pricing information in text form + a few examples are under the cut!

lineart/sketch:

bust: $15

half-body: $20

full-body: $25

flat color (-5 with sketchy lines):

bust: $20

half-body: $25

full-body: $35

simple/cell shading (-5 with sketchy lines):

bust: $30

half-body: $35

full-body: $45

fully-rendered (-5 with sketchy lines):

bust: $40

half-body: $50

full-body: $60

reference sheets:

front only: $40 (with prior design), $60>= (without prior design)

front and back: $60 (with prior design), $80>= (without prior design)

with headshot: +$15

icons: $10-15, varies with character complexity and style, headshot only

sketch sheets: $>=10, varies based on character complexity, poses, and # of sketches

complex poses: +$10

extra headshots: +30% of overall price

extra characters: +$20

* small issue here, itd be $50, not $55

[scribble-brain-aced]

Do you have ocs?

OH BOY DO I

bad quality art, i doodled these in old notebooks from school, so it’s not very good-

i don’t remember what I named most of these OCs, but she’s supposed to be a kind of bratty “everyone loves me” type of character, because she has this superpower where everyone is SUPPOSED to love her. it’s an aura of obsessive, enchanted love. she’s so used to being catering to and fawned over, that she’s genuinely sick of it. she craves hatred, but nobody will give it to her. pretty sure she became a criminal? and honestly, if she were ever hated, she wouldn’t know how to deal with it, and would probably just freak out.

slightly older OC: the COMPLETE opposite of the Aphrodite i just mentioned. she’s incapable of being remembered, no matter how hard she tried. as she grew older, more and more people forgot her, including her own friends and family. she grew bitter, and like most neglected kids, comes to the conclusion that negative attention is better than none, right? she’s also a criminal.. or.. she WOULD be, if law enforcement remembered her. to everyone else, it’s a mystery who set fire to that coffee shop. she does everything she can think of to get attention. that’s also why she’s wearing neon.

…i should bring these two first OCs into a room together and see how they interact.

and the only OC whose name i remember: Dakki!! she started out as a basic experiment because i was curious on how to draw people w/ Treacher Collins Syndrome. except most of the facial differences i noticed, my art style already looks like that so there’s not a big difference-

it’s only obvious in the side profile. she’s a somewhat-sarcastic, but overall polite girl! in middle school, because it’s a breeding ground for insecurity, she tried making a cardboard box head to hide her face, before deciding that she’d feel more awkward wearing it, because NOBODY wears a box on their head, so she never ended up using it. (and she’s absolutely fine w/ her face now!) but she did unlock a passion for making stuff out of cardboard. she started w/ box heads because she could already do that, and eventually became involved in fandom (idk a lot about FF7 but let’s go with that) and started using it to cosplay, mostly armor and wings and stuff. she also really likes ducks, and has made a cardboard duck suit.

aaand that’s all i can remember!

do i love this OCs? with my whole heart

will i ever do anything with them? ..uh. idk. probably not, sadly.

so yeah :)

[true-blue-sonic]

6, 13, 14 ^^

13. What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

From what I can remember, I've never made any official Sonilver drawings; I did doodle a bit of the two of them today, though! But any full-fledged drawings or silly comics like I've done with Espio and Silver before, I haven't yet done for them. I'd definitely be open for it, but first I need to figure out how Sonic's stupid top-most quill works when drawn in the Sonic X style😩 (I keep making it too big lol)

14. Is there a character or ship you were so sure you would never write/draw but now you've changed your mind?

Hmm, none of them pop to mind so quickly... I've written an AU Sonilver fic for a friend before, and years ago also one wherein they celebrated Christmas, so it's not a ship I'm surprised I've begun liking more, haha. And as for Espilver: the reason New Beginnings became an Espilver fic was because a friend encouraged me to, but I was privy to the ship before that and I liked it as well (just not as much as I do now XD). But other than that, I think not really!🍀

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

I've been fighting for my life trying to get out a second chapter of Change of Heart. I need to do more with Sonic and Silver making up way earlier in '06👀👀 I've got almost everything worked out plot-wise, but it involves what's kind of A Fight Scene, and those are not my forte. So it might go into a few more rounds of editing first!

☆☆☆☆☆

“We did it,” Sonic smiles.

Quietly Silver stares at the grandiose window placed in the even more grandiose white walls of the princess’ palace. Yes, they did do it: Elise talking to more people crowding together than Silver has ever seen in his life is the testimony to that. Palpable relief resounds in the voices rising from the group, the princess herself nodding and getting fussed over and altogether drowning in the sea of attention. “I’m glad we did,” the blue hedgehog besides him adds, more pensively himself.

“Hm,” is all Silver responds with. There’s too many people here… and yet, though a part of him had expected Sonic would have loved mingling between them, the speedster had taken mere seconds to join him in this quiet corner of the massive hallway just outside the room Elise is in.

Green eyes look him up and down, Silver glaring back. “It’s busy, huh?” the other muses, gesturing to a half-opened door all the way at the end of the hall. “Let’s go to the terrace, get some fresh air.” And with that he’s already bounced off, Silver grimacing as he drags himself towards the exit as well. If anything, Sonic’s sheer inability to not do everything fast had been beyond exhausting, if comforting in a way. They hadn’t dawdled a single second this whole adventure, and Silver can’t help but appreciate it. Their efforts have paid off, after all.

As Silver shambles onto the balcony Sonic’s already leaning over a barrier equally ornate as the rest of the palace, the blue sky stretching out in an endless expanse above them. Quietly the grey hedgehog joins him, eyes drifting over it all. The orange of the setting sun, the peach of the clouds, the way Soleanna glimmers underneath it all…

Now Elise gets to enjoy it again too, after everything that had happened, and he cannot tear his eyes away from it either.

“How are you doing?” Sonic speaks up first, over the waves that crash into the island and the distant mutters of the town far underneath them that the wind carries up. Silver can only shrug back; he has no idea anymore. But the blue hedgehog merely smiles, as if he understands. “It’s been quite the trip. But a fun one too, right?”

“Fun,” Silver huffs back. How could it have been fun, with the safety of the whole world and Elise’s life being the things they had to protect?

And yet, he had been amused with Sonic. Rarely, but he had. And he had laughed, just once or twice too, at something particularly funny occurring or being brought up. And he had marvelled at the world and all its beauty, and Sonic had been there to tell him about it all, and they had saved a person…

Which means the conditions Silver had set have been met.

Turning around slowly Silver swallows. This is it; this is what he’s been working towards. “I need to go back to the future,” he speaks up, “but first…”

“First part with me as unlikely acquaintances and maybe even friends?” Sonic smiles- before it falls right away as Silver bares his teeth.

“No. I am going to kill you.”

[caffeiiine]

hi soda!! how you doing!! tell me about your ocs!!

HI BASIL!!!!! I AM WELL ASIDE FROM A MILD COLD!!!!

oh i am so so happy you asked. there is a lot of text. i am partially sorry.

I’d give you drawings or in the very least a doodle but i literally cannot draw them. Unfortunately the screenshotted post is me. Also these ocs are insanely self indulgent. remember the blorbo askgane and you asked me what my favorite tropes were in blorbos, they’re all my dear little amalgamations of these traits given stories. my ultimate blorbos if you will. my little ones.

anyways!!!! I ahve two “universes” thus far and many many many timelines depending on which one I feel like indulging in right then. Not exactly universe as in they’re different realities, they’re taking place in the same reality, same earth. i just use universe to say “these characters are interconnected in some way”, and any characters “outside that universe” are in no way connected to the others.

So!! with that out of the way let’s move on to the actual ocs.

———

First off, we have Zima Raskolnikova. I lied a little, I was actually able to make a drawing of her awhile back. It’s not really up to my current impression of her, but it’s way better than her first draft.

So what’s with her is first of all, they were made for artfight last year. tehyre not super developed, nor do they have a story yet. but they do have connections! and they do necromancy! and i love necromancers! they are also a coroner, im not sure if the nevromancer thing would be good for bad for her job, maybe they’ll get fired if they animate a fresh body. i dont know. they havent told me yet.

stole the name off this guy.

Anyways! her story is a little cliche, i’ll admit now. they were seperated from her brother in an orphanage somewhere after the two were adopted by separate families. Her eye isn’t the result of an accident or anything, they were quite literally born with a faulty eye and it was easier to just remove it and give her a glass one than try and restore function to it. Not that they wear it either way.

I’m cross referencing my oc/misc. discord server and I forgot to write down what her plot was?? I think when i went to write it down i got torn between which version I was going to write. [i typically only write one (canon) version per channel, and i didn’t feel like making a new channel right then]. I don’t think they werre going to reunite with her brother. her brother is on a ship and honestly kinda resigned himself to never finding her again. more on him in a minute.

There was a second canon I made where they go out of her way to find him! it’s not fleshed out because truthfully i haven’t thought about it in awhile, but that canon exists! In the original canon though, they dont find her brother and the two kinda remain seperated. Once I posted about them and another moot of mine rbed telling me how my ocs were just tragedy after tragedy after tragedy. which! fair observation im not even going to lie.

after post note: i had to go through and fix all the ‘she’ pronouns because i routinely forget they go by They/her.

———

Next up, we have the second character in this little “universe”! Ryuunosuke Ito. He’s a ship captain because I want to be on the sea sometimes. i think it’d be great. that’s literally what it says in the server too

i like fish, i can’t identify many but i like fish.

His story is a little more dependent on the people around him, or, well, person. He has a weird Thing for the ship’s cook that he neither wants to acknowledge let alone accept. He avoids Simon as much as he can, which isn’t a whole lot unless he’s in the captains quarters because ships aren’t that big. Simon thinks he’s weird and has no clue why he keeps avoiding him. He’ll keep serving food bc it gets him paid but it kinda pisses him off to be alone half the time.

Regarding Zima, he vaguely knows she exists. He has no way to contact her, no idea where to start, unsure if he even should.

All in all, atleast in true canon, he doesn’t really end up happy. i don’t know, there’s not a lot to him right now.

I managed to find an old doodle of him and his sister though.

i never came up with an official design for him.

His namesake is from the one, the only, Ryuunosuke Akutagawa!!! note, not the author.

———

Simon is technically the third “main” character of the universe, but I have somehow even less on him than Ryuu so I’m not even gonna mention him.

guess who his namesake originates from. Simon keyes!!!!

———

Onto our next universe!! This one only has two characters, if you recognize tropes then i’ll say it now: I made them a little bit after I watched Spy’s are forever, so they are somewhat inspired off the musical.

Ivo!! His namesake comes from Ivo Robotnik!! I never watched or played sonic but man i love egg man’s name. Funny thing is I chose robotnik to be his namesake for several reasons, one I keep mixing up Ivo and Tenma’s roles in their universe and the original rough plot line was going to include a robot corpse [i’ll explain that in a minute]. And that namesake took me along the thought-train like “robotnik -> makes robots -> fixes robots -> fixer”. On Tenma, his namesake is from Jinxie Tenma AA:DD. His namesake has meaning as well, mostly because Jinxie kept getting possessed, and in a related way, that is kinda what happens to Tenma.

So Ivo and Tenma are a spy duo, Ivo is on the inside, making things easy to get into, the hacker guy. idk i don’t watch spy movies, spies are forever was an exception. Basically he keeps Tenma safe while he’s out, eye in the sky and all that.

One day while Tenma is out on a mission, Ivo is going through the usual, they’re even chatting a little bit! They’re making plans for when Tenma gets back from the mission, generally there’s little risk right then, so they can slack off. Suddenly Ivo hears a struggle, and the line goes quiet, Tenmas tracker disappears off the map a few minutes later too. For a week he’s off the grid. god knows what’s happening to him or if he’s even alive. Ivo knew that they wouldn’t have forever together, especially in their career. but he didn’t really expect it to end so suddenly, like that. he doesn’t even have a body to bury. Come sunday the following week, Ivo is wallowing in his office when Tenma stumbles inside.

The man is like a corpse. The way he moves, how stiff he is, how he looks, smells, feels. the one thing to set apart a corpse from Tenma is the fact that Tenma walks and is still warm. I haven’t decided where it goes from there, nor really what’s actually wrong with him or what happened. I mean obviously he got caught and tortured for information then dumped somewhere nearly dead, but i’m not too sure the effects that’d have other than physical. anyways! there is an ending where he ends up “warming up” and after a lot of time and effort on Ivo’s part he gets to be Almost Tenma. Not completely the same as before he left, but as close as it’ll get. That’s enough for Ivo.

Time to explain the robot corpse. In the original story, Tenma was going to die. Ivo would have fashioned a robot to look and act like Tenma, but it wouldn’t have been the same. I realized that there’s nothing to do with a plot like that, it’s also not really my style of story so I ended up making the above draft.

[of-time-and-space-itself]

...Once Upon A Time, There Existed A Kingdom Of Space, and One Of Time…

★Hi there! Welcome to the, ‘Of Time And Space Itself’ Blog! It’s so nice to see you!★

This is an AHIT AU side blog. Although, I’m sure you probably already knew that!

For some background, “Of Time And Space Itself”(or ‘OTASI’, for short), is a ‘fairytale’ -esque inspired AU - Which was created for the very self indulgent reason that I really wanted to rewrite Mu’s character.

That, and because I really like fairytales!

The main premise centers around the two kingdoms - one of time and one of space - whose unification holds the entire universe together. However, after a major tragedy, both kingdoms split, threatening the end of the universe itself. It’s up to the ‘Princess of Time’(Hat Kid) and the ‘Rebel of Space’(Mu), to come together and prevent the end of the world. Something much easier said than done - because the two just can’t stop antagonizing one another! They’re so distracted, they haven’t even realized that there may be more going on than either of them initially suspected…

A lot of this AU’s lore is subject to change, as a lot of it is still a work in progress! I’ll be posting a mix of doodles and occasional lore posts. 

There may even be some text posts! but those will definitely be a rarity.

You’ll get to watch me as I figure it all out and even add some input if you’d like to!

This a judgement free zone so - NO JUDGEMENT!! I’ve got both of my very large, intrusive eyes on you…

Haha, Just kidding!! I’ll only be watching you from a fairly acceptable, non-threatening, socially approved distance!

I hope you're ready, because this will definitely be quite the wild ride!

⚿Should The Stars Speak….

May they forever hold their peace....

Sorry, I just really wanted to rhyme that with something.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

The ask box will always be open unless stated otherwise - note the ⚿, which indicates OPEN. If the box is CLOSED, you’ll see ☒, instead.

You're welcome to ask me just about anything - Whether it be about the AU, or if you’re just curious about me!

Depending on the ask, I may respond with the characters instead - but, that will only really happen if I feel like the ask itself is just easier viewed than explained!

Just a small heads up, in case you’re confused as to why Hat Kid answered instead of me.

Another heads up - I am very notorious(-in my head-) for being kinda(-sometimes very-) late to answering asks. I promise, it’s not on purpose - to be completely honest, I don’t even know why it keeps happening! 

Just know that I will do my very best to answer as quickly as I can! And I apologize for any inconveniently long delayed responses!

Just bear with me!!

...And They Lived On Peacefully, Forevermore….

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“A Lesson In….(pt1)” - (S-LORE)

“2.” - (S-LORE)

[da3dm]

In the deep blue sea, there isn't a place for me

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Yeah I got that title from the same thing sloth sent brick...but I changed it a bit! Here's the result of that mystery poll from before—Sloth kinda half helped with editing this...this is a oneshot with two parts to it bc it'll be super long otherwise and then brick would never read it

It feels rushed to me but maybe not to you guys! Also my askbox is always open

Taglist: @brick-a-doodle-do , @i-am-beckyu , @justarandomsloth , @awkwardgtace , @rosewriting-ao3 (and look rose, gentle giant!!)

If you want tagged you gotta tell me or I can't

TW: Unintentional fearplay, character believing they'll die, begging to die (won't die), blood, mild cursing there's like one curse word bc Irza is Irza, character thinking they might be eaten, mention of suicide. (If there's more please tell me)

Word Count: 4.3k

Part 1/2

Well, this was by far not how he expected his day to go, but...he never did like boring things. But maybe even this was a little too far a stretch to be seen as boredom relief. His time would've been better spent not getting in this situation. Honestly, the last thing he remembered was the pod of mer he lived with outcasting him by using a prank. He was brought out to the middle of nowhere and ditched. With that sort of result he didn't even bother trying to return…he'd had enough and been planning to leave soon anyway. Seeing as he didn't have any possessions, he simply swam away.

Then everything had started to darken. It hadn't been too concerning because looking around…there really wasn't anything there. No predators. So he continued on his way to the shore, hoping to travel through the shallows to find a new home rather than the open ocean. Only a pod could somewhat safely be in the open like this, not a lone mer. It hadn't been too long after until he discovered the water was shoving him around strangely. Lightly, at first. Then it quickly started to increase and his panic rose rapidly. If only he'd noticed that the oncoming darkness was the omen of a storm.

It swept him away helplessly, flailing through the water like a loose piece of kelp. He could faintly recall that it pushed him roughly in the direction of shore, yet another thing only making the water's abuse even worse. It was fully expected that the water's torrent would smash his rather frail body into the rocks lining the edges. Leave him stranded in a tidepool where he'd be picked at by predators. Maybe bury him in the sand where he'd have no hope of escape. It was at that point he'd crashed into something big and smooth, with a lot of clattering sounds all around him. Then it had gone black, the impact too much to withstand.

And that brings him to now. The sun was hot on his exposed skin, the water level steadily getting lower, and hotter. It felt like he was being boiled alive. He was trapped inside something. Something clear, that shifted and crinkled when he moved, and was rather uncomfortable. Sure, it had probably saved him from outright dying, but now he was too far from the water to even attempt tipping the thing over to escape. This was a rather precarious situation to find himself in. After waking up in here it had looked to be sunrise and the container was half full…but now the sun was directly above him, beating down on his vulnerable form while the water was so low he couldn't even fully submerge.

While half his body was in the water, he shifted around to try and rearrange a few more times and only got the same results each time. It was hopeless, so he worked on keeping his tail in the water as much as possible, refusing to believe he'd simply die here. There had to be a way out, even if that meant waiting for night to fall, when the tide would be higher. He might be out of water by then, but…it was likely his only chance of survival. Being out on the sand in the hot sun would both cook him and let his predators see he was there. That would be his end right then and there with how far he was. He may want out, but he wasn't suicidal.

Trying to think of what to do, more time was passing and the water was getting lower. It was maybe an hour or two later of him attempting to figure out freedom when there was a change. He was noticing that it was a little cooler, sparing him of losing all of the water, but that wasn't all. There was a new tremor motion the water reacted to. He blinked at the tiny, extra ripples his body wasn't causing. The ripples stayed that way but soon he realized they were getting bigger. Not long after, it came to his attention that he could feel a vibration traveling from the ground through the rest of his body. A rising dread filled him and he scrambled to try and see, holding himself up.

He couldn't see anything. Well…to be fair it looked like he was in a ditch, it'd be hard to see anywhere from this angle. The vibration stopped and he held his breath. Nothing. Was it gone? In his distraction however, he failed to notice that all his movement had drawn something after him. All of a sudden something crashed into his prison and he barely avoided calling out, biting his tongue and flailing for balance. He looked up in a hurry to face his attacker and froze. A bird. What even was this thing?? It was white but he didn't recognize it from the usual pelicans he'd seen where he used to live. Still, it was eyeing him like a new meal.

Stopping to wonder what it was might not have been his brightest idea as it was now sticking its beak inside the small opening, wings flapping wildly. The webbed feet pushed at the clear walls as he hurriedly pushed himself down, away from the threatening beak. He bared his teeth uselessly, but it made him feel a lot better. Truthfully all the motion was sickening and too chaotic to make right from left. It even made a loud, overbearing sound that made his head ring painfully. The noise echoed in this small space way too much and he slapped his hands over his ears reflexively. This was too much for him. He hadn't even started to escape yet…and he was being attacked.

Then the vibration from earlier came to his attention, much heavier than before. It made him bounce in place and even the bird reacted, looking at the cause and calling out again. Before much else happened, a new sound came to him, sounding like words, but way too loud to be words. It made the space around him shudder and the bird had left. He had to breathe for a moment before he even dared look up, bracing himself against the slick walls and gazing up just as a new shadow fell right before his clear cage. In some ways he'd wished he'd never looked up.

The owner of the massive shadow was just as huge, towering over him in a way he'd never seen before. His mind immediately supplied the word human. He'd been told about them, seen them from a distance…he knew they were bigger, but not like this. Why would he get stuck on the beach and run into one of them?! Did the world really hate him that much?! Unfair! Not to mention, humans were supposed to stay away from the area he'd been heading for. Had he really been swept so far off his intended path?? Anything was possible at his size in a storm that nasty, but going from stormy waters, to a bird, to a human, wasn't even bad luck. That's like an outright curse.

His thoughts were cut short when the giant being took a step closer to him, shaking the entire space and making him scramble to prevent faceplanting. It was coming closer. His dread didn't have time to build up before a hand came rushing towards his trap, one way too big for what seemed natural. Though he clawed at the smooth surface surrounding him, it was hopeless, the hand closing around it. He shuddered at the realization the hand went all the way around the bottle…he could see the fingers nearly connect. That was to say…he forgot what would happen when it's being grabbed.

Not even a second later, he was hoisted off the ground, making his stomach do a wild flip while he forced himself to stay calm. What if it wanted him to be scared? But when the space was tilted and the water began to flow away from him, he gave an involuntary yelp of surprise and looked around frantically. The tilt suddenly stopped and it went back to how it had been before, the water returning. This time when looking at the human, he found bright green, huge eyes that were both locked right on him. He fought back a shiver, meeting that, admittedly, intimidating gaze. The eyes widened and he froze up.

Way too dizzying fast, he was racing skyward, stopping only once level with the way too big face. Out of pure instinct he bared his teeth with a growl, pushing himself back against the opposite side. He pointedly ignored that the hand was on that side of it and that he could feel the warmth it gave off from inside. Except when he growled, he noticed a responding movement from above and his eyes snapped to it, only to go stiff and regret showing aggression. Those weren't the right ears. They were like triangles and kept swiveling around. Listening, he thought. He suppressed another shudder, instead choosing to glare at this giant and those horribly observant eyes.

He knew he was being stared at, his every move kept track of, but he was trying to wrack his brain for why those ears and unnerving eyes were familiar to him. There wasn't much time to think as that loud sound came at him again—the voice. Definitely a voice. He ignored the words. They were too distorted and loud to understand while stuck inside this thing anyway. Besides, he didn't want to hear the taunts or what it might be planning to do to him. He'd rather seem boring and be tossed back to the ground and ignored.

Except those eyes changed and almost looked…worried? He scowled at it, but the voice returned and everything was turning sideways at an agonizingly slow pace. His slow slide felt like torture, especially with how fast the water was already pouring past him, tugging him along faster than it was tipping. At this point all he could do was weakly scratch at it, feeling like he was being played with on his way towards the only opening. The last thing he tried was spreading his arms too wide to fit while trying to turn to keep his tail inside. If it fell out, the weight would just drag him down.

When he hit the opening he stuck, just as intended. A grim, victory smile plastered on his face as he fought to keep himself in this same position while looking to the side at the human. What he found was a look of surprise, but nothing happened. It was held in the same position, not moving even slightly. He thought he'd be shaken or something, but it never came. Instead, the voice came again, still not understandable from his position. It got quiet and motionless, as if the human was just waiting for him to change his mind or something. Not happening! That was when he noticed he was slipping. The giant jerk was waiting him out.

He growled in real anger at being treated this way, noticing those creepy ears moving as he made the sound. All he could see in those big eyes, was patience. A steady, calm, patience. Like this human already knew they'd win this. And they would, which only upset him even more. The problem was that he was still slipping, and steadily feeling like he needed to catch himself. Was he just going to fall to his death or what? Was the human dumping him out of the way? It was hard to say, but he was about to find out for himself. There wasn't even a shred of hope in his mind of holding on for longer than the human could wait…the surface and angle were simply too much and only half his body could be used to prevent it.

With one last squirm in an attempt to stay inside, he finally couldn't stay splayed anymore and fell headfirst out of the thing. His eyes screwed shut, certain he would plummet to his death…only for the result to be much less dramatic. The impact was muted, interrupted maybe only a second later by something soft that smelled heavily of herbs. For a moment all he could do was breathe, his heart racing painfully as his chest heaved from the scare. He didn't waste much time and after only a few breaths, he moved to figure out what exactly happened. Seeing it made him freeze up, his eyes landing on the tan colored, patterned floor beneath him. Skin.

Looking up while already know what would be there, his almost weary gaze trailed up the length of an arm all the way to the human's face. He was in the damn thing's hand. He inwardly groaned and pushed himself up while taking a deep breath, glancing at the fingers towering over him. A threat. It was mostly behind him and he let his head hang so he could simply see past his arms without it knowing where he was looking. It was hard to know what would happen if he was caught staring, and honestly? He'd rather be ended because he fought back, not for looking at something. That would be even worse than having been abandoned by his own pod using a prank. So he held his breath and looked up at that face again.

Then he immediately bit the hand beneath him. Hard. His aim was to draw blood at the very least, and he needed to do it before the human could stop him. The only response he seemed to get was a quiet whine of pain and a harsh flinch that nearly sent him off the hand. What stopped such a fate were the fingers, curling up over him. Without delay, since the other bite was already bleeding, he whipped around and sunk his teeth into one of those massive digits instead, his arms wrapping around it so his claws could dig in as well. He was fully aware that he couldn't win this, but that didn't stop him from trying.

What did make him pause was that finger separating itself from the rest slowly, followed by that much too loud voice ringing out above him. "Uhm…will you please let go…? That…it kinda hurts?" The voice was still too loud for him, but he could for the first time understand the words being spoken, even even what sounded like hesitation in the tone. Of course, his response to this comment was to bite even harder and snarl while he did, moving his head a little to trying twisting and make it worse. The human winced in pain, those ears drawing back as it instead muttered, "Yeah, okay, that's fair." He wanted the human to feel pain, why was it saying this was fair?!

His anger was boiling over and he grabbed onto it, using it to bury all the fear as he snapped his head to the side with an angry hiss, clawing at the finger he'd been biting before it bending forced him to let go. He fell back onto the palm, not really able to support himself with his tail. Wait. The human had a tail too. He narrowed his eyes while keeping his teeth bared as a few things clicked into place. He remembered an animal that had those ears, eyes, and tail. It was also very sharp in his mind that he'd seen it swiping fish out if the water and chasing any mer that got close. He didn't know the name, but this human looked like they were part animal. That animal. That eats fish. And probably mer too.

A very brief look of terror flashed through his eyes and he dug his claws into the palm a whole lot more to hurriedly turn it into anger. He looked this giant in the eye with as much Hate and rage as he could muster, his mind simmering as he ignored how the sun was slowly making his skin itch as it dried him out. With one deep breath, he practically screamed out, "THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO DO?! STOP STARING AND JUST DO SOMETHING DAMNIT! YOU'RE TOO LOUD AND TOYING WITH ME! IF YOU'RE GOING TO DO SOMETHING TO ME, JUST DO IT!" His sudden volume was plenty loud enough to make those freaky animal ears go down and it felt like his own personal victory.

Until the hand finally moved. He was going up, being brought right to that face. It was impossible to fully get rid of a shudder as his eyes widened. Was he going to die now? His mouth did usually get everyone mad at him. He'd actually asked for this one though, but…he looked at the closed mouth of the face he was rapidly approaching. Was the giant going to eat him like that animal did that fish? He turned his head away to hide his face while not wanting to see what would happen to him. It was over. He'd purposely yelled at the human and said to get it over with. It was only a moment later that he felt the huge digits behind him start to close in on him. He didn't even flinch.

He was expecting to die somehow, but the human decided to speak again. "What?? You…do you think I want to hurt you? I'm sorry I was too loud…did I really scare you that badly? I wasn't trying really hard not to—" Why was this stupid giant prolonging his death? But they just continued their ramble. "—but I…I messed up? What did I do? How do I fix it? Is there something you want?" The voice was growing increasingly higher pitched and they were talking way too fast. He growled inwardly, despising that he had to listen to such idiotic lies after begging to die. Did it really thing he was that stupid? That he wasn't just some fun creature to toy with and leave to die? Lies.

He raised his head back up to stare his likely killer in the eyes, only to find out they were right in front of him. He had soared past the mouth and even the nose, being held so perfectly level with the eyes that he couldn't avoid noticing their emotions. With a shiver he didn't even try to contain, he scrambled backwards only to realize those fingers were holding him in place. His eyes were rounded at this revelation, merely glad to see his tail was at least still against the palm and not just hanging. If relieved was the right thing to feel, rather, when he was terrified. What else could he feel when staring into eyes each bigger than his head. Happiness??

Finally though, the hand moving snapped him out of it right as the human softly asked, "Hey, are you okay? Can't you speak?" Alright, so now he was going to be seen as some stupid animal that didn't even have intelligence? Like he'd allow that.

With yet another ferocious snarl, he growled, "Get the fuck away from me." His voice felt despairingly weak and he swallowed hard. Having to meet these eyes like this was…so uncomfortable. It frayed his nerves and played with his mind. The eyes looked too guilty. He leaned away. "Just…just leave me alone or kill me already. I don't want to play these games anymore." He was scared, but his tone still came out full of rage.

The huge eyes only got bigger as they widened, full of what looked to borderline horror. "Kill you?! I'm not going to kill you!" The human shouldn't be sounding so scared of his words. They should be getting mad, yelling at him, hurting him. But nothing was happening. Instead, he rapidly found himself tumbling back down into the hand, which now became two, simply cupped together. It wasn't right to be held like he was breakable. He glared at the human. They just wouldn't stop trying to mess with him.

Without thinking it through, he snapped, "Why not?! You're bigger than me, you're a predator, I shouldn't even still be alive except to be a handy little plaything for your own entertainment!" Nothing was said in response, everything going quiet. The human was…silenced? By his worthless and weak voice? This game was getting absurd and the look of pity he was receiving only served to make him retaliate with anger. He bit the hand again, trying as hard as he possibly could to be dropped or finally killed or something.

A wince of pain, but then nothing. He growled and twisted his head, eliciting a gasp and a following whine from right beside him. "Please don't do that…" Not long after, the other hand stopped being a floor for him and tilted up to cover him from above. He stopped and bit a different spot, feeling his eyes burn from tears he refused to allow free. This was it. The human was finally going to end it, by…crushing him. He finally got what he wanted…why did it make him want to escape from it? To never have asked for this? But no pain came. It was darkened, but stopped there, the other hand harmlessly held over him, making it almost reminiscent of a cave…if the walls were made of tanned flesh that kept moving around him. A muffled voice came to him next with, "I'll just put you back in the ocean…"

A spike of fear at the thought of returning, and yet he could already feel the human moving, making him roll slightly while struggling to stay in place. He stopped biting, now more intent on keeping himself still and not being given back to the ocean. Sure he'd been planning to escape there, but if he was for some reason getting free transport he wanted something else. A river or stream, something to make his boring life have some sort of meaning to it. This felt more like he'd be discarded this way than freed into it. He wasn't going to say or do anything, but his racing heart won. "WAIT WAIT WAIT!"

Everything immediately stilled and he had to cling to the skin under him to not go rolling away. He wanted to relax and maybe try to figure out why he'd said to wait, but the human of course had to butt in on it. "Don't you live there? I'll put you back, are you sure?" He inhaled sharply, thinking about being in the exposed shallows with the sheer number of those strange birds from earlier hanging around. He'd seen how many there were already. If he was put back in, not only would he be back in the place he'd grown to hate, he'd become food. Dying by the hand of a giant sounded much better than temporary, fake freedom, followed by being eaten.

He moved a bit, wincing silently at how dry his tail was feeling. "...I don't want to be in the ocean. Do whatever you want with me, just get rid of me already, but not the ocean…" He should've been asking for the ocean, not to stay away from it. This was stupid. Why would the human even listen? All he did was give it a new way to hurt—

"Okay, I won't." He stiffened greatly. Won't what? The voice sounded almost resigned with those words, making his already raised guard bristle with discomfort. Before he could demand an answer though, they spoke again, "I'll just…take you home. You're probably needing some water about now and my skin can't be helping that, not to mention it's really hot out today, huh? And it's not like there's any other water sources around…I don't even know what else you want if you don't want the ocean. Maybe you'll tell me once you're not so dried up?" He blinked at the half darkness as he listened to the disembodied voice from beyond the walls of hand.

The human was…just going to keep him? Probably to be able to toy with him better. Tools and other gadgets at their home to make his fate even worse. With an air of defeat over knowing he couldn't possibly claw his way out of the prison of hands, he hung his head. "...fine." His voice was quiet but with those ears? No doubt the human heard him. Fine. He'd accept this fate, but he'd go down fighting. He could already feel this giant moving again. For now however, he let his eyes drift shut, exhausted from his struggle and not sure if he'd even wake up later. Not without digging his claws in for good measure, smiling in grim satisfaction at the pained response he got.

Words rang out above him, "Alright, then let's go! I'll take and get a good look at you to make sure you're not injured and try to find a good place for you to stay!" That cheery voice was going to be the death of him, in more ways than one. Yet, that was the last thing he heard before his mind shut itself off. Oh well. Time to leave his fate to the mercy of this strange, giant being…even if it meant he'd die.

Maybe he wouldn't.

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Part 2

[skyistheground]

Found here through the one Inscryption animatic!

Could you tell more about that AU?

sure thing! i don't develop it much right now but i am really glad you took interest in an old project!

the au is essentially P03 took his charicatures. ocs. uberbot personality matricies and built them bodies to help out around the factory. it was very self indulgent. i also made an au of an au relating to the old data with them (which was slightly implied in that animatic but not a lot)

(the art is a bit old forgive me)

this is the only image i have of them together that isn't whiteboard doodles. i will go from left to right

curator/the archivist

as the title implies. manages the archives. has a lot of busywork and responsibility. the archives is a big room where everything is represented by a file. it's a computer library in physical form

all the responsibility makes them seem like the most calm/patient and.. kinda? it's more that they are good at hiding when they are frustrated. already has a pretty big managerial role with the librarians so will check in on everyone else's work

nexus/g0lly

collects things from the internet, works closely with curator. the glowy bits are projections, including the arm (where the crank would be... opposies w/ p03. it doesn't work btw). the wheel is optional and she can extend it back to float but doesn't because that's less fun. i forgot exactly where the scratch came from?

she has the vibe of p03's younger teenage sister (it did this to himself) and is very whimsical. she doesn't really bother him that much, more afraid of upsetting him than anything. more often bothers the other bots with random things she finds

kodak/the photographer

manages the factory's security system. all of the cameras are his eyes he can tab between. he is also part furnace and can run on biofuel. likes to leave the factory from time to time to go on walks. he cannot float like the first two but walks around on tripod legs

prefers to keep to himself most of the time. he does his job and then takes his breaks walking around in the projector woods. wants to go to the real woods some day but that requires either crossing an ocean or everyone seeing you and how you're clearly not supposed to be there

sketch/unfinished

robot project that p03 started but never finished. it did have an intended job but i honestly forgot. mute/blind unless given a face by someone else. i remembered wanting to redesign it but as it exists now, the cables attach to the ceiling and there's only designated spots it can run around. body is pretty frail (compared to the other bots. it's still metal) so the others are careful

acts animalistic and strange until given a face. then mirrors the personality of whoever it can follow around. it slowly learns over time and one day will have its own personality

the au with the old data i mentioned has to do with my oc k. who is the old data that got pissed p03 backed out of uploading it to the internet so took him over to do it themselves. took over during the unfinished boss fight (in this au not like the actual uberbots themselves did the game thing. since p03 wanted to do that himself) but the takeover was known and alerted for. the exact details of this version of the au are lost on me but here is k as p03

and k as k once they lost (because they were still stopped) and became a permanent addition to inscryption world because they couldn't lose the consciousness she gave himself after possessing a sentient character (yay newer art)