#tophat talks

[aratinatophat]

Wrightworth is just softer sonadow

[wololo-01]

While I still finish some wips, have this thing I did it some days ago, no context, is just mittie talk about something with Mrs water.

(+extra: Solved to redid mittie's scars since it's would be more easy to me for draw and also cuz i though the old one kinda ugly 🥲)

[theriverpointace]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌

awww thank you!!!

[strange-creature-222]

When you want to shorten your username but the url strange-creature is already taken by someone who has one post from 2016 that has one like :I

[aratinatophat]

The ghost salmon guy from hermitcraft season 6!!!!!

when you think about it there are a lot of fish in mcyt why are there so many

[fappellmoan]

i think it's awesome that i went back and tried to do some assignments for partial credit and my professor just went ahead and put my grade in for the assignment i am not caught up on yet. at a solid (SOLID?!?) 42 in that class rn.

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

I'm curious as to which Mephistopheles you're talking about :3c there's a bunch of different characters with that name and I wanna know who's caught your eye :D (don't feel pressured to answer if you aren't comfy lol)

oh hiiii im happy you asked! i'm referring to the Mephisto from Obey Me! if you see me talk about someone with a demon name I'm probably talking about this game xD they have my heart

look at him.... there's also this illustration where he's wearing a top-hat and im like- *Sabo thoughts* do I have a thing for boys with pretty smiles and elegant hats??? who knows

[unoisveimved-un-proffesional]

i dont know what this post is.

It would be really cool to have a whole video game ost collection but made with analog snuff boxes (they're music boxes made out of snuff boxes, little boxes people used to store tobacco. It's kind of the professional name for the mini-music boxes, used to just mean "Music Box made out of Snuff Box" (ending up being a tiny music box) but I guess the name stuck so even when it's a box made for music, if it's a certain small size, it's a snuff box, but normal people just call them all music boxes lol) People already sometimes build music boxes to make authentic analog covers of certain songs, but I wonder how accurately you could remake the song using purely analog music box technology that could fit into a little box. Like you could have a bunch of shelves and be like "This is my collection of the Undertale OST, and this is my collection of the Faith: The Unholy Trinity OST".

It'd be too easy to make using electronic parts, it should be a self sufficient piece of analog technology for maximum "Wow!" factor, but still attempt to be accurate to the original's sounds. I've always loved hearing electronic music made without electricity, it's like watching magic to me. Still usually powered instruments, but lookin' more like a chemistry set than a synthesizer. But you could make the case that, if maybe it was like, some kind of a hand cranked copper disc that produced electricity inside, so when you spin it with your hand to a certain point it creates electricity, that'd count, but I'd say it'd only really count if the electricity itself is used to make the music rather than power a piece of technology that does, to create more "unnatural" sounds like bitzes and buzzes, but if it was used as a little generator you know I wouldn't disqualify that, that's kinda awesome and a bit of a roundabout way to make an electric hand crank music box. Wait a minute is that how hand crank music boxes work? I don't know actually. From my understanding music boxes are generally electric in the same way an analog clock or watch is electric. They kind of work off of similar principles of rotation and notation in fact, but one to display visual signs and the other audial notes. They even have big-home use and tiny-hand held versions that are basically the same save for size and therefore use case but use very different names. (I've always wanted a pocket watch. If I'd ever by myself a fancy watch, it'd have to be fancy fancy, engraved and shit, an actual piece of art worth the price. It would be cool to commission someone actually to make a custom pocket watch for me, it'd feel quite a lot more tactile than simply purchasing one that looks nice but is probably mass produced, I'd want something that's really personal to me, to know who made it to, I want to be a little more part of the process than just where it ends up. As far as aesthetics go, call me a bit of an idealizer of the old times, but the ol' bourgeois style got the new bourgeois style beat. Classical, classic, classy. If it cost the same amount I'd honestly buy an old circus themed motor carriage/go-cart over a ferrari. Like it'd be steam powered using a very new and sophisticated steam engine system, but rocking that old world sheen you know what I mean? What was I talking about?)

Anyway I think that'd be cool, so I'm putting it on the bucket list. I always admired those people who were really into watches and music boxes, like into them, on the inside of them. Never felt smart enough to make it my thing but, I'll see if there's any books on that. I used to read a lot of science encyclopedia's about phenomenon, probably time I read something about putting that phenomenon into both practical and impractical practice. Wait a minute I could just binge a bunch of videos on it too, that's a little more affordable, I'm already paying for that privilege! But it feels good to own a book so, if I got the money.

I guess the point is I do kind of like old things. Hell not just old things either. The future is unknowable really, like a fog, but the past is rich in details, tasty textured details. I love details, textures, feeling, crunch, I like what I can feel in my throat when I think about it, like oil and gravel. I want things to painted and engraved, stained and stickered, colored and noted. I want things to be personalized and worn, loved, lived. I like cracks on marble and vines on houses, things painted, and that paint chipped. Rust is a good one, it feels good.

That got out of hand...

[chainmail-butch]

I met an older nb queer (I estimate early 50s) at the club last night. It was a religious experience. We talked about mushrooms, AIDs, and Terry Gilliams movies.

They told me about identifying as a sissy when they were a kid because that was the only term they had for an effeminate man. We talked about gender and the way the world has changed then they passed me a very strong joint.

As the night wore on they leaned over and told me how good it was to meet a butch for the first time in a long time. They told me that when they were 16 and sneaking out of the house to go to gay bars the butches were the ones who took them in.

I had to hold back tears in the club.

There are futures for all of us. And if your future involves tophats with feathers, silly songs, and trippy jackets, then there's a future for you too.

[aratinatophat]

He’s captured the dissonance of losing a child so well. He’s lost everything. He has fucking nothing. He has NOTHING. Flippa was his only lifeline Flippa was his everything and now she’s gone and there’s nothing.

[talkativeanonymous]

Random post but I think coming back to tumblr this past year has made my vocabulary so goofy. bcs literally who even says "scrumptydumptylicious" or "splendifferous" where the hell did I get that from--

[eggcats]

Radioapple fic, where Lucifer decides to get to the bottom of that deer asshole's agenda and figure out what he wants with a DEAL with his DAUGHTER.

So, Lucifer decides some reconnaissance on Alastor is necessary - except it's so hard to sneak up on him with that whole shadow shtick. And every time Lucifer tries to talk to him, Alastor needles him so much they wind up fighting, even when he wasn't even trying to start a fight! Can't they have one (1) single civil conversation so he can figure out how to break this deal he has?!??! ONE!

*cough* Anyway.

Lucifer notices that Alastor doesn't bother when KeeKee invades his kitchen (he even feeds her scraps!) and just overall is fine being bothered by a cat. He can work with this. He is a master manipulator AND shape-shifter. He can also become a cat. And Alastor will never be the wiser.

(Spoiler. Alastor is the wiser. It's a white and red cat with yellow eyes that half the time has a fucking tophat on.)

The problem, though, is that ALASTOR doesn't think Lucifer is trying to hide his identity. He just thinks Lucifer decided to bother him as a cat and just took it in stride. Why not, Hell is weird enough as it is, and to be fair, it's kind of entertaining. He'll let it go. Plus, for whatever reason, he's quiet as a cat, so it's fine if he just wants to hang out near him as he works. (Alastor kind of thinks the king of hell is desperate for socialization, but it is too awkward to actually do it. Which, he's not wrong but, ouch.)

LUCIFER, HOWEVER thinks he's being the epitome of discretion. He can get close to Alastor, who will become overly comfortable and spill all his secrets to cat-him! Foolproof!

It eventually escalates to Lucifer regularly hanging out with Alastor as a cat, and after the first time where he broke into his room (as a cat!) and Alastor just let him do it - it became a habit.

(It's not Lucifer's fault if, for thousands of years, he was used to sharing a warm bed with someone, and now he has trouble sleeping alone. Not that him and Alastor are sleeping together! But. Sometimes, he curls up near him as a cat on the bed, and sometimes, they both sleep there. It's not weird! Alastor doesn't even know it's him! [He does.])

Lucifer starts going through a mild crisis one day as he realizes he likes Alastor and kind of wants to be with him (as friends! FRIENDS) as himself, and not a cat. But he has absolutely no idea how to, and kind of spirals.

Alastor walks in on him having a freak out on the couch, and just casually removes his hat and starts petting his head to calm him down.

"Wh-what are you doing?!"

"This seemed to calm you as a feline, I figured it would do the same here."

"WHAT!?"

"Is it not working? Now, what could be so dire as to have His Majesty using the hotel as his own personal room? Surely you don't wish for Charlotte to see you in such a state, sire?"

Lucifer, very quickly, has to come to terms with the fact that Alastor KNEW. (For how long????!) Are they- are they friends? Is this actually not weird?

(Lucifer might have almost forgotten about his original purpose with the deal, but that's still definitely something he'll keep a watch on. Just, maybe he can as himself, too?)

This revelation gives him a whole new set of issues. He...he still sleeps in Alastor's bed as a cat, though, right? Asking to do that as himself (even if it's still him!? Seriously, how long did Alastor know?) would be weird. Right? Right.

[bearofohu]

something i dont see talked a lot about in layton fandom is that hershels a hoarder. there are multiple mentions made in in blurbs, dialogue and even cutscenes that bring up how how much of a cluttered labyrinth of papers, books & items laytons office is

we dont see his flat much but i remember a dialogue blurb from luke somewhere in the og trilogy that mentions its even worse than his office (which is a little telling bc his flat looked fine in the cutscene from when claire was still alive). it’s also said that luke is the reason his office and flat look even slightly presentable. technically a combined effort from luke & rosa—but come the og trilogy it’s basically just luke

there could be a multitude reasons why he has this problem. personally i doubt level-5 intended it to be anything more than a character quirk of a genius, as messy spaces is a trope of that archetype. but the thing is, it’s not just messy, it’s very notably cluttered. its described as difficult to navigate through when its not cleaned up. it’s described as a labyrinth at one point. its easy to just chalk it up to a harmless quirk, but its also reasonable imo to take a more introspective route and interpret it as a byproduct of grief

in real life theres often more than one thing contributing to hoarding behaviors developing in adults but the loss of a loved one is often a big trigger of what causes the problem to become notable. grief is one word for a vast spectrum of emotions but becoming more adverse by the thought of discarding or losing things is a common psychological way to cope against the anxiety grief can cause, which can very easily add up. and it should be noted that laytons immense emotional attachment to the tophat would put him in a position where hoarding urges unfortunately thrive—emotional attachments to objects

on the bright side however—hoarding is very much something a person can work on. it’s not easy, nothing like this ever is, but it can be worked on. and personally i think what did it for hershel was realizing that after luke had moved, letting his spaces look the way they were previously would basically be saying that it didnt matter to him how much fussing luke did so his space could be nicer—and it very much did matter to him. so over time and with emotional support from rosa & flora he works and works on it

come new world of steam and hes not perfect—but hes a lot better, better enough that he can recognize when things are getting bad on his own and correct it. and now when luke drops by his rental place in steam bison and has nothing to clean hes caught between pride and pacing around restlessly bc hershel just auto completed his main quest objective

[deadbeat-motel]

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The last two designs for the main cast. With these two done, I can finally work on miscellaneous characters that I've been eyeing the most.

Again, thoughts below the cut:

My issues with their Original designs:

Sir Pentious:

I thought I would only have one thing to say about him (the unnecessary eyes) since he was my favorite in the entire original cast but having taken a closer look at him for this, I saw a lot of things that bothers me.

Too many eyes. specifically the lower half of his body has too many eyes and it seems detrimental to him. It's kind of painful to think about it since I do not think we ever see those eyes close. Is he just slithering on the ground with those exposed eyes? That's got to be irritating at best and damaged at worst as he continuously slithers on them.

There are eyes on the bowtie and the hat? There are already 4 extra eyes on his hood, so why have even more? I get that the original Pentious design was basically a monsterous amalgamation of eyes but the eye thing could have been scrapped altogether.

While his palette was the least red out of the cast (More so composed of yellows), it still blends in with the rest of the reds.

The claws are an unnecessary repeating design trait (Alastor and Vox notably have them too). I don't think it would've been too big of a difference to just keep his fingers fully black.

The stripes on his suit are too thick. It's called pinstripes for a reason.

I don't like how the hat is shaped to fit the head, It's awkward.

not a point, but I just wanted to say how the blue color palette works really well with him in that last episode.

CherriBomb:

She's not that bad of a design (She's sort of bland in my opinion) but it's the little small details about her that makes her so simple and also so complicated at the same time. There are so many batches of freckles scattered everywhere, little explosion lines on her skirt as well as the X on her chest, the tattoos are a jamble of random loops and bombs, and her tattering doesn't have an easy shape to consistently draw.

The thought process for these two:

Mx. Pentious:

Pentious goes by both Sir/Miss/Mx. but uses she/they pronouns.

Minimized the actual amount of eyes on her, I kept it only to her actual eyes and those on her hood.

Gave her a butterfly-shaped hood. It's nothing deep since it stems from the fact the notches in Sir Pentious' hood almost looked like one to my bad eyesight. I decided to play more into that idea.

I read some posts where people talk about how Sir Pentious should have a snout and while I understand why and fully support people giving him one, I really didn't want to add the snout to this design. It drove me crazy since I'm not a big fan of it. I tried a compromise where her head was shaped more like Phineas.

Kept the tophat but removed its eye and mouth. If I remember correctly, Viv took that from one of her co-workers from the pilot. I decided to just have it as a regular tophat.

It doesn't have all the colors, but her design does have the Neptunic flag.

I'm not sure if this even is a real snake but I based Mx. Pentious' design on this:

CherriBomb:

Scraped most of her features in exchange for a sukeban theme. I personally have zero knowledge about the punk scene in Australia.

A majority of the suggestions I received for her rough draft had something to do with the skirt. I elongated it and gave it a slit in which the magenta from the inside is able to pop out.

Thought it would be a cute detail to have her hair explode if she's angry.

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Apologies this took too long to be posted, Life got in the way as well as the fact I was feeling shitty about Pentious' first draft. Her skin was an awkward and ugly shade of green and seeing some posts critical of Pentious' design got me to think a little bit more about what direction I'd like to move her redesign.

You could see this in the earlier rough sketches but this was how Pentious' first redesign looked like

[chrimsss]

❥ Mer-Shrimp!Yuu/MC

❝You couldn't understand what was happening, one second you were enjoy a nice swim close to your house, deep in the sea, the next you were stuck in a box? You couldn't truly define what you were inside of. Nevertheless, even in this dark, cramped place, uncomfortably squeezing your body and multiple pairs of legs, you were thankful there was still water, allowing you to breath.

Yet, your gratitude was cut short as the door in front of you opened in a swift motion, all the water around you falling out, just like you were falling down, hitting your forehead on the floor. Hushed voices, all around you, was the first thing you heard before looking up. Bright, blue eyes, staring at you as a weird, furred creature stood in front of you, looking curiously at your eyes and more at your body.

As you opened your mouth, it suddenly hit you. You weren't underwater.You couldn't breath.

At the realization, your eyes widened, your lower body and legs clicking on the floor in despair, trying your best to walk, as you put your hands over your mouth, scaring the creature in front of you. Feeling slowly, more and more out of breath. The last thing you could see before consciousness escaped you, was a pair of bluish purple eyes, slightly hidden behind a thin layer of glass.

As consciousness returned to you, confusion followed, noticing how you were laying down on an old bed. Suddenly remembering you weren't underwater, you quickly sat up, before noticing, You could breath this time.

Looking around, the room was dark, almost decrepit, some wallpaper missing and falling apart. Even more confused, you looked back down at yourself, suddenly noticing how different you looked.

Your lower body wasn't like usual. Instead of your soft abdomen protected by an exoskeleton alongside with multiple pairs of legs and swimmerets, laid only two legs. You couldn't help but poke it curiously, shivering a bit at the weird sensation of cramps all over it.

"It will take a while to get used to your legs." A sudden voice said, making you flinch slightly as you look at the room door. A tall guy stood there, a hand over his chest as he walked close to the bed. Something about him there was an air of familiarity. Before you could've said anything, a tall man with a weird mask and tophat entered the room, looking at you curiously, before explaining everything.

As you learned, your were in a boys-only college called Night Raven College, focusing on guiding students to learn more about magic and it's history.

Dire Crowley, as you learned was the name of the man with a weird mask, was the Headmaster. Promising to return you to your world, while in the mean time, you were to help him around the school. Allowing you to live in an old building to which he called "Ramshackle".

Jade Leech, as he presented himself after the Headmaster left, was a 2nd year student. Making a short but curious promise that he would help you learn walk, before walking out from the building, letting you rest more.

While peacefully sleeping, in the middle of the night, a sudden noise caught your attention, making you jump, falling out of the bed with a groan. With great difficulty, you still managed to get up from the floor, your new legs trembling as you walked slowly towards where the sound was coming from.

As you arrived at the kitchen, a small, dark fur caught your attention, sitting on the counter, as it eat the plate Jade had left early. Cough gently, you tried to catch it's attention. The same bright blue eyes, staring in confusion.

Grim was the name of the creature in your(?) kitchen. He talked about his dream of studying in NRC and becoming the greatest mage, and you couldn't help but be intrigued yet inspired by his words.

After the incident in the mines and being an official student;

Ace, Deuce and Grim were a curious bunch when talking about your world. While Merfolk are common in Twisted Wonderland, the idea of a planet with no humans was something intriguing to them, principally since there was no apparent magic in your world.

Jade was also curious about your world. Always asking question when he was in Ramshackle, helping you get used to your legs. A world were only merfolk existed? How interesting...

Something about the way your heterochromatic friend talked, brought some curious thoughts for yourself, but you choose to ignore. That is, until you received an unique invitation;

Looking around the restaurant, you couldn't help but be intrigued. According to the invite you've suddenly received, it was a restaurant implemented in a dorm. Octavinelle, a dorm which followed the Sea Witch's benevolence.

The sight of being underwater brought a nostalgic feeling in your chest, you couldn't help but stop to stare at the view, enjoy as some school of fishes passes. However, something caught your attention. Familiar, yet still different, heterochromatic eyes staring at you, hiding behind the anemones, underwater.

"Welcome to Mostro Lounge." An unknow voice called, quickly catching your attention as you turned around, bluish purple eyes staring at you cautiously. "Looks like our invite was well received, please follow me."

Glancing silently at the anemones, you were quick to follow the gray-haired housewarden, noting that the eyes had disappeared.

Arriving inside the restaurant, everything was quiet, as if it was completely empty beside the two of them. "Jade had told me a bit about you." Azul hummed, crossing one leg over the other as he sat on one of the couches close to the two of them.

The water behind him looked darker than before, almost sinister. "A Mer-Shrimp from a Merfolk only world... How interesting." As he continued, two pairs of heterochromatic eyes appeared on the water behind him, one seemed to mirror the other. The familiar gentle yet concerning smile caught your attention as you looked at the two eels inside the water.

"I believe you have a lot of questions right now." Azul said with a suspicious smile, watching a you were walking closer to the glass separating you and the underwater, your friend swimming close to you, his smile growing at each step you took.

Your eyes widened a bit as you saw the other eel appear beside your friend, looking identically as him yet different. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, almost feeling nostalgic, comfortable at the weird situation you were in.

"As to answer your questions, I'd like to make a proposal." Azul began again, still sitting on the couch as he stared at you, a mischievous smile on his face. "How about a deal?❞

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❥This was supposed to be just short headcanons, but ended up getting too inspired midway in and also found out I can't do headcanons, so I'm sorry- Anyway, first time writing for Twst, hope it was at least enjoyable. Do please tell me if there is any mistake or anything similar. And no, I don't like Octavinelle [INCORRECT LOUD BUZZER]

[fappellmoan]

okay so i made the decision to skip class today which historically is a devastating decision to make however i made it from a place of love and wanting to do better for myself and i’m going to try to follow along and catch up on other things so it’s not just skipping to sleep in <3 which i’ve done many many many many times