#moth soda art

[moth-doodles-and-what-not]

more cult of the lamb doodling

still trying to figure out a design for my lamb

[year2000electronics]

From Stephen King's Christine

[thegayestofartists]

Eyesssss 👀

I’ve been meaning to do an eye post for these guys

[acemodri]

Take a cup of orange soda and mix it with heavy cream and white chocolate syrup

[breathe-2am]

the time was 5:35 am. we had just camped out at a bluegrass festival. the bakery wasn't open yet.

[silly-gizmo]

Welcome to my blog! >:D

Previously: @solsticepony

I'm Chloe! I am a autistic 15yo and I use she/fae pronouns!

Discord: cozyfoxden pronouns.page straw.page My vent blog: @solsticepony-vents

My art blog: @silly-gizmo-arts

Systems, disabled folks, intersex folks, BIPOC, neurodivergents, queers, therians/otherkins, furries, etc are welcome here <3 /ily #freepalestine #saynotowar

I am atheist I support all religions though including queers who are apart of ones that commonly frown upon or exclude the queer community and also folks who have different views on things in their religion that other folks apart of the same religion traditionally have If I interact with you or mention you in things semi-frequently then I probably see you as a friend <33 important links elly's adoptables bit's site commissions

random things/facts about me I am right-handed

fears

windows/open curtains, bugs/insects IRL, it being very quiet, also it being very dark in a room

likes

computers, plushies, orange soda, minecraft, spam likes/rbs and mentioning me in posts, picrews, autumn, sleeping, food, making friends, animals such as foxes, moths, seals, otters, bunnies, and technology

ice cream/milkshakes favorites are mint, strawberry and vanilla

watching videos on YouTube

lost media, video game prototypes, old versions of video games, retro video games and consoles, sonic the hedgehog, kirby and mario and retro technology

fantasizing about being able to time travel and having the ability to shapeshift

colors like hot pink, lavender, and purple

bleh

stereotypes, NFTs/AI generated media, mean/rude asks, hot temperatures, greasy hair/hands, ableism, racism, hate speech, toxicity, harassment and anti-LGBTQ+

[alpha-window-9-creations]

A bunch of cookie run ocs I drew for art fight! I don't know much about the series but the style is super cute and it was an perfect opportunity to draw more.

The first one I didn't submit because I thought the event was going until tonight and I just finished. It's lower quality than the others because I was in a rush so I did it on my phone. I'll try to tag everyone I can under the cut... with maybe some thoughts about each.

Pickle: art fight user Picklesplitz (low-key got me to make the post I couldn't submit)

Strawberry Latte Cookie: @mochiiskii (fell more in love the more I drew her)

Watermelon Soda Cookie: @onewayticketttohell (super good design, I don't feel like I did it justice)

Instant Noodle Cookie: Twitter user G70R8U5 (one of my favorites, she's so funny)

Blueberry Sugarcone Cookie and Choco Moth Cookie: @preciouspeppermintts (precious babies!)

Black urchin Cookie: @the-tang-man (had a lot of fun with this one!)

Golden Creme Cookie: art fight user lunarylunz (I liked them more than I thought I would)

Raspberry Fool Cookie: @artsytheghost (the full design is very funny, check it out if you're interested)

Sea Bunny Cookie: @audtheodd (the reason I made the dance piece actually, they said they wanted their ocs to dance)

Sweet Chocobanana Cookie: deviantart user Naetsuku (I love this little clown idiot)

Blueberry Cake Cookie: Twitter user Scrungie1 (no notes, good oc)

Honey Tequila Cookie: Twitter user blemches (I didn't want to at first because I do not understand the design, but I kept coming back to it so I tried my best)

Cinnamon Roll Cookie: Instagram user jetzbeshort (there's a galaxy pattern on the inside of his coat that I didn't show much of on purpose because I didn't want to figure it out lol)

Honey Graham Cookie, Sweet Pea Cookie, Golden Roe Cookie, and Sea Salt Lemonade Cookie: @scarabeeart (only now realizing how many of their ocs I drew. They have a talent for making very good designs!)

Iced Vovo Cookie: @mycelium-moth (they're so depressed I love them)

Coffee Sugar Crystal Cookie: @lilly-jevil (it was very hard to make those gems on his shirt not look like nipples)

Sea Anemochi Cookie and Spring Torte Cookie: Twitter user mermaidparfait (such cute designs, Spring was the first one I drew but I got so much better later on, I kinda feel bad)

Choco Heartlock Cookie: @hpurplicious (very relatable to me lol, are u psychic?)

Dreamsicle Cookie and Faded Butter Cookie: art fight user nullibranch (interesting that they have such different designs, simple vs complicated, shows a broad range)

Yuzu Lemon Ramune and Mold Spore: @vnillatree (two of the absolutely cutest designs for completely different reasons)

[everybodyloveshajime]

It's finally time for our contributor reveal!!! These are the talented Hajimepilled individuals who will be creating for our zine!

Page Artists: Dreamaruu: @dreamaruu A.J: @artisticjeans Alltea26: @all-tea AsahiIsLate: @asahiislate bluejayboju: @bluejayboju Diesel: @hajihiko Gabi: @dr2-hell Mae: @vhsghostricks Meta: @metamatronic Miz: @awesomesug4r Noodle: @doodles-by-noodles phobosketch: @metal-queer-rex Primrose: @maybe-a-moth Q: @qt33pi Quinn: @quinns-art-box Rain: @shangerez Sunny: @solarskips Yagito: @go-hop-to-it

Writers: Alexia: @ninasfireescape goshdangronpa: @goshdangronpa illym: @illym Kalcifer: @candidateofloyalty Keane: @/peachykeane (Ao3) Lava/Leon/Logan: @punk-pitcher Leo: @/shorthairizuru (Twitter) Lopp: @hugeresolve Naz: @1queer-bookworm president-homewrecker: @president-homewrecker Rin: @rin-chan32 Rose: @kibasniper Sasha: @hope-speak Soda: @/MxSoda (Twitter) Tee/Cherry: @one-way-dream WeirdDancer:@dancingnever whorkn33: @whorkn33

Merch Artists: Emmy: @hellscap3 helloweezz: @helloweezz Lee: @nnytheprice Oli: @/cockar00miss (Twitter) SunndropCitrus: @sunndropcitrus Yagito: @go-hop-to-it

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

Hi!

I do not answer donation asks and do not reblog most donation posts. For my mental health. Seriously.

Nicholases: Anthony Mikey

Nicks: ant; glow

Gender: wobbly (transmasc enby)

Pronouns: ey/vey/zey/they/he any just get silly

Orient.: aro/ace

Status: queerplatonic whore WITH THE BEST QP FIANCÉE IN THE WORLD

Age: minor ig

Pronouns Page

Languages: English (native), Spanish (decent), Romanian (bad)

Brain Stuff: OCD, ADHD, autism, psychosis, PTSD, bipolar disorder

Physical Stuff: hyper-mobile Ehlers Danlos Spectrum Disorder; postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome; migraines

DMs?: I’m awkward and may not answer at all. If I don’t say anything after like, two days just assume I either forgot or was just uncomfortable but didn’t want to say anything. Feel free to try again if u want with something else I might reply then. I’m an unpredictable feral rat about DMs sometimes. Idk. Don’t assume I hate you.

Tone tags?: yes

Asks: anything nonsexual and not asking me for money I will not respond to those

Flirting/compliments?: non romantic and nonsexual

Swearing: I swear so much I don’t always register the use of the word fuck and my phone has autocorrected ‘duck’ to ‘fuck’ before.

Previously pinned post: horses

My overly active ao3: ant_is_in_an_anthill

My neglected art blog: @ants-awesome-art-blog (also present here tagged as ‘ant art go brr’)

My danger days fic specifically: endangered gays fic (yes! That’s me!! I’m that guy!! Yippee!!)

Side blogs:

@cherri-cola-soda & @broken-acid-in-the-morning-light & @moth-moon-the-whore & @dead-spider-in-the-sun & @crazy-yellow-bitch (kjrp)

Things I talk about pretty consistently:

- danger days

- Myself

- My danger days fic

Blog tags and more abt me under the cut

Things I talk about sporadically:

- Dracula

- The Historian

- The end Cretaceous Extinction Event

- Star Wars

- TMA & TMAGP

- Languages

- Bears in trees

- Other assorted music artists

- My intense craving for a Mikey Way 2012 fender bass guitar

Tags (I’m still sorting my blog so it’s sporadic and more will be added)

Chaoticbuggybitchboy - literally anything I said words on

Some blogs I interact with semi regularly have their urls tagged

Malevolent ant - me thinking about malevolent whenever I remember to listen to it (sunny I’m so sorry)

Complaining - me. Complaining. About anything and everything

I have a couple levels of vent tags there’s mild vent and cw vent

Infodumping in the tags again - what it sounds like

Ant activated - things relating to world events and general activism stuff

Making up words - for when I’m making up words again

Me when he /p - me posting about a boy I like. I’m sorry. Not stopping.

Ayudame - when I need help but in Spanish

Wtnv rambles - welcome to Nightvale, where I ramble.

Ant the space cadet - Star Wars talk

Showing and telling :] - yeah

My posts that hit it off - ones that took off in some way

My hit bit posts - the two(!!!!) posts bears in trees official reblogged

Marigold corpse fic - a different thing I wrote, also up on ao3 :]

Ant makes polls - get this I make polls

Danger days tags:

Danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys - umbrella tag for all danger days content (yes I chose the longest possible tag)

Endangered gays fic - my massive fic series and anything at all related to it (including when I ramble in the tags so remember to check there if ur interested)

Danger days - general danger days; not associated with my fic

Danger days art - art

Ddttlotfk - album stuff talking about the songs rather than the lore

[moth-doodles-and-what-not]

lamb smooches

Am I still salty Leshy had to die? Yes, yes I am. Did I doodle my lamb and a still alive Leshy to compensate? Yes, yes I did

Also these are kind of tests because I am trying to figure out how to draw the lamb

[ace-and-ink]

the other day

(i almost called it yesterday)

i wrote a poem after class

called it a warm-up

called it cards

i did everything my professor said i shouldn’t

took advice from my writing professor

who said

“here are a list of writing rules

go break every single one of them”

i’ll take this one slower

because my theatre class got out early

and i got to eat this time

the soda fountain was busted

the cherry coke wasn’t that

we read of those who wrote

with inspiration of art

i’ll never write like

the way orphan made me feel

i hear i song

and i cry

and i steal half their lines

want me to do it again?

i’ll list what i’m listening to

“take it from me

i’m not looking for anybody

i’m sick of car rides

you lied while we lay back to side”

my friend (?????)

[for our audio listeners

if you’re ever out there

there’s a series of question marks

because i don’t know

what i want her to be]

said goodbye to me as she left

and i couldn’t catch her

i had to fix my desk

i sat with a pretty girl today

she reminds me of my old friend

the one i’ve written about before

the one i’ve compared myself to with a dying moth

i wish she’d look at me like she did

she smiled at the end

before fumbling her papers

and i almost relapsed on the spot

i saw a pretty girl in my building

she lives a floor above me

i think about how my elevator sometimes

doesn’t say what floor it was going to

and i always have to double check

i wonder what system it uses

or if it just didn’t want to say it

if it skipped a line on accident

if it just had too much going on at once

i don’t think i can call this a poem

what if i call myself a moth again?

i use dogs too often

my hair looked decent when

i left the bathroom this morning

i saw my reflection when the poem wouldn’t load

and i think i almost lost three years of progress

that girl was from here

in this city i’m familiar yet foreign to

i reread my own poem

and i’ve suddenly never used a metaphor in my life

i talked about rocks

and i wrote about moths

i’ll only be a hit online

- by online i mean i’ll get clicks

from my one online friend -

my roommate always keeps the door open

the same friend from before had her room rekeyed

i don’t know how to make this a poem

my professor would never take this

i keep getting snapchat notifications

of my old teammates from home

celebrating each other’s birthdays

i almost don’t even go home for mine

so should i use a simile?

should i add a metaphor?

i can’t say i agree with holly in that song right now

i can’t drive

but they’ve lied while we laid together

and they’re still going on about getting high

let’s see

what can i say here?

i feel like a fish in a fishbowl

- there’s my vehicle -

i can see everything i want

but i can’t get to any of it

- there’s my tenor -

my writing class made me feel

like i at least have a chance

so far poetry

has made me feel like i’ve been fooling myself

i can’t call this poetry

i can’t say i’m good at all

which isn’t the problem

it’s that i don’t feel like i can be

i’m laying in bed

the brain killer

and now i don’t want to go to geology

which isn’t for another hour

i’ll call this a warm-up

like i do

being the fraud artist i am

saying every piece i don’t like

was a practice sketch

so i don’t have to claim it

hey if i add a period here

can i call this all enjambment?

ah shit nevermind

there it goes

i’ll end it on this

anyway.

— warm-up: tenor

[thegayestofartists]

OC alignment chart finally done (with some of them anyway)

[violence-as-a-love-language]

[I.D. A lined version of the previous drawings with more detail, including asymetrical break pockets, a rank tag that says "lorem ipsum," a weirdly stretched, single pocket on one hip, and an endless belt. /end I.D]

Yeah i love her

[I.D. a rough sketch of a humanoid with an uneven bob, a face that looks like an abstract painting, and a body with heavily styalized proportions. She also has one arm thats much too short, and arm thats much too long, and two uneven legs. One foot has a large high heel, the other a boot. SHe has six fingers on her hands. /End I.D]

So! Take three on Cherri and I like this a lot better. I'm not the greatest with humans and humanoids anyways, so I prefer this style.

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Chapter one Chapter four My master list

Title: Chapter three

Word Count: 1397

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

A week later saw Eddie and Chrissy in her garage moving boxes around and laying a huge blanket over a couch to make the space bigger and more comfortable. Both of them had brought their own amps and set them up too. They had even found an old mini fridge and stocked it with chocolate, cans of soda, and bottles of water ready for practice. 

"Hey bunny" Robin greeted Chrissy with a kiss as soon as she stepped into the garage later that evening, 

"Stop being so gross and put each other down." Eddie grumbled at the pair. 

"No need to be so homophobic, Munson" came the response of Steve as he also walked to the garage. 

"Yes, me, a bit of a whore in the local gay scene, homophobic, that checks out." Eddie rolled his eyes before he walked away and picked his guitar up and made sure it was in tune.

"Chrissy, where did you want me to set this up?" Steve asked Chrissy, pointing down at the big bag he had brought in with him.  

"Towards the back, kind of centre if you want, makes the most sense," Chrissy answered, pointing at a vague space towards the middle of the garage. 

“So Robin, this is the first time we’ve properly spoken since you started dating my little Chrissy, she won’t tell me so I know it’s got to be embarrassing, how did you and Chrissy get talking enough for you to end up together a few weeks later.” Eddie quizzed, noting Chrissy blushing out of the corner of his eye.

“Oh, there’s not really a lot to tell to be honest, she sat next to me on the bus, asked me what I was listening to, I said The Clash, she said she loves them, we listened together and then switched between our styles of music” Robin shrugged as Chrissy got redder and redder. 

“Fuck off did she, what a lying little bitch. Christina Cunningham, why would you tell such a lie? You hate The Clash, always have .” Eddie cackled, turning to look at Chrissy who was bright red and trying to hide behind her hair. 

“I just wanted to listen to music with the cute girl from band, ok? so sue me.” She replied, sighing, his reaction was exactly why she hadn’t told Eddie the full story when he asked weeks ago. “Can we just play something now please?”

Five minutes later and the band was ready to start playing together. Steve sat behind his drums and everyone else picked up their instruments.

"Chrissy, you want to start a beat on the bass? Steve, try not to sound like shit ok, we all know punk drums are a mess and don't hold a rhythm." Eddie said, getting himself comfortable with his guitar.

Chrissy started with a beat that Steve apparently knew the drums to, and soon enough Eddie was leaning into the mic and singing. 

"I sit around and watch the tube But nothing's on I change the channels for an hour or two Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit I'm sick of all the same old shit In a house with unlocked doors and I'm fuckin' lazy" Eddie sang as he started to play the guitar with it. 

"Bite my lip and close my eyes Take me away to paradise I'm so damn bored, I'm going blind And I smell like shit" Robin joined in the singing and playing her own guitar with him. 

The four of them played the whole song and didn't miss a beat, ending with all four of them laughing. 

Steve and Eddie caught each other's eyes and stopped laughing straight away.

"I guess for a couple punks you two can play well enough" Eddie sniffed, putting his guitar down and heading to the mini-fridge. 

"The fuck is your problem, Munson?" Steve asked defensively. 

"I just don't want us sounding just like noise, bad noise at that when we play." Eddie replied, whilst drinking his water.

"So what? All punk is just bad noise to you?" Steve questioned, standing up from his drums clearly unimpressed.

"Yeah, it is. Just bad drums, bad guitar, bad vocals. I guess it’s good that most punk songs are really short." Eddie shrugged. 

"Fuck you, punk is more than the music, more than the drums, guitar, and vocals. It's about the people, the lyrics, the message behind the songs." Steve seethed, moving towards Eddie. 

"Oh yeah, because metal isn't political at all?" Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"It's really not," Steve responded, clearly pissed off at the other brunette.

"Alright princess, sit down and let me play a few songs for you that show you that a song can be both political and actually good." Eddie rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone. 

"No, enough of this dick-measuring contest, ok. Either shut the fuck up so we can continue to play or take this tension to a bedroom, giving you 5 seconds to decide." Chrissy said loudly, pointing between the two of them.

"Chris, baby, we both know they aren't going to fuck just yet. They need to pretend to hate each other first before it happens" Robin laughed. 

Both boys stepped away from each other. Eddie drank more of his water and Steve went to grab his own, throwing one to Robin who caught it without looking.

"I'm down to play more if Munson can stop being a bitch and play something that isn't just loud guitar and screaming." Steve shrugged, sitting down behind the drums again.

"I give it 3 weeks before they're fucking" Robin giggled, earning her a death glare from Steve.

“Well that was fun,” Robin said sitting in the passenger seat of Steve’s car. “It was really nice to spend more time with Chrissy. I still haven’t asked her to be my girlfriend by the way. Do you think she’ll say yes? I’m not sure she wants that.” she continued to ramble. 

“It was something, I really hope he gets that stick out of his ass before next practice, I can't be bothered with that each time. But yes, she will say yes if you ask her out.” Steve said, sounding exasperated. 

“You just want the stick out of his ass so you can stick…”

“You can walk home if you finish that sentence,” Steve interrupted her. 

Robin laughed, buckled her belt, and sat back in her seat. Steve sighed, started the car, and drove her home. Neither of them talked about how right she was.

“Eddie, can you play nicely with Steve next time we have practice? I’d really like this band thing to work, ok? Even if it doesn't really go anywhere I want to have fun and enjoy this.” Chrissy pleaded. 

“Fine I’ll play with the punk jock so you can have fun with your girlfriend” Eddie replied dodging a half-empty bottle Chrissy threw at him before falling over dramatically. “Tell my mother I love her,” he said, throwing himself to the ground clutching his arm.

“Lord help me” Chrissy laughed.

The following week after the first practice found them all sat around in Chrissy’s garage talking about the band and the music they should play. 

“We write enough songs between us, we could just do original stuff. I will say this isn't bad, Munson” Steve commented, reading through Eddie’s finished songs and notes for other songs. 

“Approval from Harrington, just what I've always wanted” Eddie replied, rolling his eyes. 

“Eddie for fuck’s sake, that's enough. He was being nice and you were a peanut head! That wasn't nice at all.” Chrissy snapped, punching his arm lightly. 

“Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry” Eddie mumbled in the direction of Steve. 

“Shall we talk about band names?” Robin put in, trying to change the subject. 

“ My list for names so far is this,” Eddie said, turning to a page in his notebook and turning it so everyone could read.

Corroded Coffin 

Be My Coffin

Your Coffin

Six Feet Under

Corroding My Coffin

Distort Mission

“They all suck to various degrees” Chrissy replied, pushing the notebook back towards Eddie. 

The four of them sat around for another 20 minutes or so discussing band names before Robin finally suggested The Spitfires. 

“Yes, I love it,” Chrissy said excitedly. 

“Of course you love the only one Robin suggests” Steve commented, rolling his eyes, earning him a laugh from Eddie.

[machinegrl]

—OC(S) AS OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

ty for tagging me @vicciouxs ! ♡

tagging: @skaterboisims , @scifidreams , @lilamausmaus (idk if u've been tagged already feel free to skip tho!)

[ MAKINA ]

ANIMAL: luna moth

COLORS: june bud

MONTH: june

SONG(S): world ♡ princess - grimes  , i wanna be software - grimes , metadata - willix and ZØMB , stargirl - yameii online

NUMBER: 13

PLANTS: wisteria

SMELLS: peppermint / menthol

GEMSTONE: alexandrite

TIME OF DAY: midnight til dawn

SEASON: summer

PLACES: metaverse / a bustling city

FOOD: cotton candy

DRINKS: pixel flavored coca cola byte or ramune soda

ELEMENT: space / akasha

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: gemini

SEASONINGS: paprika / black pepper

SKY: starry night skies

WEATHER: summer breeze

MAGICAL POWER: teleportation / shapeshifting

WEAPONS: laser guns

SOCIAL MEDIA: twitch / myspace

MAKEUP PRODUCT: lip gloss, glitter & graphic liners

CANDY: pop rocks

METHOD OF LONG DINSTANCE TRAVEL: spacecraft

ART STYLE: contemporary

FEAR: kenophobia

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: android / virtual girl

PIECE OF STATIONARY: neon gel pens

THREE EMOJIS: 🤖🌌⭐

CELESTIAL BODY: star clusters

[pinkrose787]

BroZone Makes an RPG

Decided to write this as a challenge to see if I could write a story in under 50 minutes. Chose to write something light, because all my other Trolls work has been so angst riddled. I hope you enjoy :D

Ao3 Link

Branch’s room is a mess. Papers filled with different ideas and drawings are scattered about the room. There’s soda cans and bags of chips on the floor. Crumbs of different foods litter the floor.

For some reason that Branch can barely remember, him and his brothers decided that making a video game would be fun. It started when their family therapist recommended they do some sort of project together. Somehow, it snowballed into making a full-blown RPG.

Unfortunately for Branch, his room is the only room with a PC. So, all of his brothers have been gathered in there while they make the game. He sits at the computer, because he does not trust any of them with it. 

Right now, they’ve separated into roles. Branch is the main programmer for the game. Floyd is on art. John Dory is on the game’s soundtrack. Clay is the game designer. Bruce is the writer, though all of the brothers addon to the story of the game.

The game’s plot is utterly incoherent at this point. The main protagonist is a cheese maker who has a jet-pack and leaves his cheese making job to fight space moths in another galaxy. Originally, the game was a simple farmer goes to fight magic being. They all decided that was too basic. 

“I have an idea!” John Dory proclaims. Whatever he’s about to say is only going to make the game’s plot more ridiculous than it already is. “We add in ourselves.”

Everyone turns to him. “What?” Clay asks.

“We should put ourselves in as characters in the game!” John Dory has a wide grin on his face. It’s apparent that he’s really proud of this idea. “You know, make space version of ourselves that the player can meet! It’ll show off just how cool we are.”

“I call being a vendor!” Bruce says. “I want my character to sell the player food items, and be really chill.”

Floyd quickly scribbles on the sketchbook he’s holding. He holds up a very sloppy drawing of Bruce in a Hawaiian space suit. His long purple hair flowing in the anti-gravity. “What do you think of this?”

“This is great!” Bruce exclaims.

Branch agrees. Despite being drawn in only a few seconds, it looks really good. Plus, he can completely see Bruce as being a chill vendor that gives players a brief respite from the chaos of the rest of the game.

“Well, I want my character to be a jet-pack safety enforcer.” Clay crosses his arms. “I don’t think people realize just how dangerous jet-packs are.”

Branch nods. Truly a great choice for Clay’s character. It’s something really necessary for world-building.  People can barely handle moving on an XY axis adding in a Z axis would only add to the chaos and destruction.

Floyd scribbles on his sketchbook again. He shows Clay the drawing he made of Clay’s character having a green argyle space suit with a hazard vest on top holding a stop sign.

“This is great!” Clay takes the sketchbook from Floyd. He holds it high above his head, admiring it.

“My character should be a suave cool adventurer who has been fighting the space moths for years,” John Dory says. Those first two words are really turning this sci-fi into a fantasy.

Floyd takes the sketchbook back from Clay. He scribbles down another drawing. This one is mostly just John Dory in a space suit. Nothing has really changed.

“This is fantastic!” John Dory exclaims. “You really captured my essence well, Floyd.”

It is literally just a drawing of John Dory in a space suit. If anything Floyd managed to make him look less cool. The space suit doesn’t really work on him.

“For my character, I should be the one to give players advice on how to fight and give them weapons to defend themself with,” Branch says. That feels like the most fitting thing for him. He wants his character to help the player on their way.

“Giving items to the player. That’s too close to being a vendor!” Bruce exclaims.

Branch rolls his eyes. “There’s nothing that says that only one of can be vendor. Besides, selling food items is different than giving weapons.”

“I guess,” Bruce says.

While they argued, Floyd drew Branch’s character. He has a backpack filled with different weapons, his character has war paint on his face. The spacesuit that he wears has a design reminiscent of Branch’s vest.

“I love this!” Branch exclaims.

“What do you want your character to be, Floyd?” Clay asks. “You’ve drawn all of us, why not yourself.”

All eyes are on Floyd. He awkwardly laughs. “I don’t know. I can’t really think of what I would want to be.” He shrugs. “Don’t really see myself as being in space. You know?”

Everyone is silent for a second.

Bruce gasps. “That’s it!” He slams his fist against his palm. “What if you were a musician on Earth that was a friend of the player’s before they left for their journey in space?”

“Well, then I’d be on Earth, but all of you would be in space,” Floyd says.

“He’s got a point it doesn’t make sense for only one of us to be on Earth.” Branch scratches his head. He knows how much it sucks to be the only one left behind. Even if it’s only in a video game, he doesn’t want to leave any of his brothers behind. “Players would probably be confused as to why only one brother is on Earth.”

“Are our characters brothers in-game?” Clay asks.

“Of course, they are. They’re just us but in a video game,” Bruce says. 

He has a point. These characters are them. They’re brothers in real-life and in the game. Branch thinks for a second. How could they fix this issue? 

“I’ve got an idea!” Branch exclaims. “Floyd’s character could be a DJ on Earth that plays different songs for the player to listen to! And what if there was a small chance that if the player went back to Earth, they could find all of us hanging out.”

Floyd smiles softly. “I like that.”

“We should all have something to show that we’re all connected too.” Clay says. “A symbol that shows our characters are connected!”

“How about a BZ with stripes that match our hair color! That way everyone would know that they’re us!” Bruce exclaims.

Even though it is very obvious that the characters are them, just in a sci-fi setting, that’s still a great idea. “I like it,” Branch says.

“Yeah!” Clay exclaims.

“BroZone in space!” John Dory exclaims. He pulls all his brothers in for a hug, Dragging Branch in his computer chair. “I just now that this game is going to be a major hit!”

Despite his doubts about them making a game together, Branch is still happy that he gets to work on something with his brothers again. The best part is that there is no pressure. No one expects them to make a perfect game. There’s not going to be a huge terrible fight that fractures their family again.

It’s just five brothers in a room working on something that they may never end up finishing. That’s alright. Whatever they make, even if it’s bad, incomplete, or both, is going to great. Because for the first time in a long time, they all worked on it together.