Art Dumps and Whatnot

I am an amateur artist always up for funnies and memes. I take art requests. will not take anything involving pay.

Example: Adam on a tricycle.

I don't know all of the lore, but I do my best and am an active player of all three main games by Project Moon. (Ruina is still new).

Always up to chat and joke, but please remind kind and respectful.

(Did something a little different today, as this isn't my typical. I haven't felt 100% lately, but I decided to draw anyway! I hope it looks good. I was a little if-y on the outlines, but I like it. And of course, I made a little caption.)

"Hey Vince? Aren't those cigarettes gross?"

"I can't taste. It doesn't really matter to me."

"Oh yeahh... you did tell me that! Haha... sorry."

Distorted Mirrors - 1

The three walked for many miles. Who knew where their goal waited. Adam tossed an apple core to the ground, the flesh ripped off of all but the boning of the sour fruit.

"I'm bored," he announced, in a less than grand tone compared to the energy he'd maintained all day.

After gaining no response, Adam grew irritated and snapped at the other two lagging behind him. Though he barely spared a glance over his shoulder. "Hey! I'm speaking, idiots! Honestly, you two are too good at shutting up. It makes you damn well boring company."

Abram paid Adam no mind where maybe normally he'd have rolled his eyes or let his shoulder sag lower. He was fixed on Abel, who walked tense with his hand gripping his cane a little tighter and the other almost ripping at his sleeve fabric. No other words were exchanged, and if they had been, Abel did not hear them.

The old man walked through the crowded and loud streets with rushed steps. He was late for a therapy appointment once more, damn his dying body for making his alarm so quiet in the mornings.

His mind was a whirlwind of complication; he wanted to get help, but he also couldn't help but feel reluctant to continue paying the man treating him. It didn't help. If anything, the man in a coat across from him only added more long, medical words for him to ponder late at night.

He'd hoped at least that the confusing language would distract him from what usually haunted his dreams, but it'd be foolish to assume those ghosts would ever leave him. No, they never would, no matter how he pleaded.

Today, he told the man how he'd been so panicked the night before that he tripped and hurt himself in the dark of his home, bruising an already weary hip.

The man gave no proper words of solace to him and instead handed him a cane.

Adam finally turned to Abel. "Hellooo! Are you dead in there, or has old age finally made you lose your shit?" Abram moved to touch Abel's shoulder but quickly changed his mind, and his hand fell back to his side.

The dark of his house was especially loud tonight. Pure silence allowed his head to explode with screams and invisible claws to find their way to his limbs as he tried to rest. They pulled and stretched his arms and legs and laughed when he cried out in fear.

He kept trying and trying. But nothing ever got better. He never seemed to heal from something he couldn't explain to the outside world.

His hands still trembled whenever he tried to grasp hold of food or drink, and he still heard their jeers in his ears till his eyes turned black underneath.

"No more," he pleaded. With no answer to his call. Until it was her.

Adam snapped his fingers in front of Abel's face, trying to get his attention. "Ugh, he's gone senile. What deadweight." Abram didn't scoff, though he deeply considered it. "He looks creepy like this..."

Adam gave a short laugh. "You think everything is creepy. It's what makes you so entertaining." Abram's brow furrowed in frustration. "You keep holding spiders up to my face!!"

Through Adam's laughing, Abel's hand twitched on his cane.

Nothing changed. Nothing could ever change. Not if he continued to wait and fear as ghosts ripped him apart from the inside out.

"You can't forget or forgive, so why continue to tolerate it?"

She was right. Why continue to take the pain inside of his head and heart when surely, most definitely, something else was open to him.

He pushed off his bed in his pitch black room and grabbed the cane at his side, forever forced and stabled to his side. He stared down at his limbs, stretched and distorted thanks to those specters.

He hit his cane against his leg, feeling hands flinch and shriek at him for hurting them again. And he did it again. And again. And again. Again. Again...

He heard and felt his bones break, the skin turning purple and red and ripped at the seams. But even through the pain, it felt like freedom. So he continued, moving to his arms and his other leg.

Somehow, he ended up in front of a mirror. He could see them now, those horrible ghosts who pulled at his face. It's not a problem. This was the final stretch. Surely. It must be. It has to be.

He drove the end of his cane into his skull and ripped. There was a loud tear and crunch before silence. Total, peaceful silence.

And a mangled old man laying on the floor, listening to a voice warmer than the sun itself and softer than the grass he remembered from memories long, long ago.

Abel blinked, his breath catching and shaking a moment as he returned to the realm ahead. Adam was cackling loudly, holding up a small, harmless insect to a very unhappy Abram. Abram yelped and refused to touch the centipede, stumbling until he was hiding behind Abel.

So childish, yet so new. A good kind of new.

Something in his mind felt lighter with their incessant racket, as irritating as could be. It kept his own mind quite quiet.

"Let's keep moving. We'll probably find shelter soon." He finally said.

Abram and Adam both paused and stared at him with wide eyes before looking at eachother, then back.

"You're.. smiling?" Abram wondered.

"Can't tell if I like it or not." Adam shrugged. "But I guess it makes you look less old, so go for it, Abe!"

Abel's smile twitched. "Never call me that again..."

Turned an old Hedwig toy into the superior bird!

It's a tie between two. I've played L-Corp and Limbus but not done with Ruina.

(If you don't like the ship, scroll away.)

In the top gondola of La Manchaland's ferris wheel, Bari and Don Quixote sat, watching the sun set over the land.

"I brought you something new. Not a story this time." Bari told him, gaining his attention. His focus stuck to her with enthralling intensity. Maybe it was his eyes, maybe it was their closeness.

"What is it? It smells sweet."

"This is what modern cake looks like."

He chuckled fondly. "My friend, this is no such thing. It has so much pigment to it and smells of much more sugar than I recall."

"Just try it." Bari insisted, opening the small plastic container and holding it up to his face.

"Only a bite wouldn't hurt..." He shrugged.

The now empty box sat on the floor near their boots, Don's coat draped over them both like a blanket.

"You witch." He pouted. "I ate the entire thing. What have you done to my restraint?"

She laughed and leaned on his shoulder. "I just happen to be the best baker in the world."

"A mighty claim," he sighed. "And yet another thing I must learn to do in order to keep up with you." Bari smiled. "I'll teach you some time."

Bari sat up, and he turned to look at her. "What's wrong?"

She kissed him gently before pulling back. "Frosting."

He frowned. "Well, now it's on you!"

She laughed. "Then shouldn't you kiss it off? It's not very gentlemanly to leave a poor woman hanging."

(Part 4 of 4!)

A siren could be heard in the distance, along with the incessant sounds of human squabbles.

In an alleyway, the three stood in new attire. Abram's cigarette long since burnt out sitting on a steel crate.

Adam checked himself in a reflective surface found on the wall. He'd found an old grey hoodie and ripped off the sleeves to show off his tattooed arms. He kept his pants from before and stole combat boots from some random person.

"What'd you think? Fitting for someone is perfect as I, no?~" He asked the other two in a sing-song voice.

Abel, who had not chanhed much about his appearance beyond a black cloak for warmth, scoffed. "It's flashy... and tight."

Adam laughed. "What? Jealous cause old age took you from a 10 to a 4?"

Abram groaned. "What are you even saying... you two are headaches worse than the ALEPHS..."

Adam shrugged. "Still, when did you grow a spine? I would like it if it weren't so cliché."

"Do I have to put that on?"

"Yes, Abram, now shut up and pose!"

Abram stood in front of the reflection with a deadpanned expression. His jeans were cut with intentional holes, thankfully his shirt was left alone. He'd lost the lab coat in favor of a leather jacket (mostly Adam's "fashion sense")

Abel groaned, crossing his arms. "What did you do to Abram?"

Adam smirked, smacking Abram's shoulder. "I just did him some favors. He'll get lots of looks with this attire.~"

"I don't want looks..." Abram grumbled.

The three wandered without goal for an hour or so before finally speaking to eachother.

"What is your plan, exactly, Adam?" Abel inquired. Adam hummed, eyes trailing over everything at once as they passed some food stand. He snatched up an apple and took a big bite.

He spoke while chewing. "Plant the seeds to our fruit. And once it's ready, everyone will see my way."

Abram sighed, shoulders hunched over. "That's dumb... sounds like villan shit from movies..."

Abel glanced up at the sky, what little they could all see. "Karma is weird like that, Abram; us being stuck with Adam like this.. It'll all be worth it if we got to hear her voice one last time."

The trio stopped at the sight of a beach. They didn't get close, just stayed still against metal railings to bask in the warm sunlight.

(Part 4 of 4.)

(Part 3 of 4.)

Nelly collapsed against the wall, her body trembling as she stared at her own arm dangling in the grasp of a white haired stranger.

His golden eyes gleamed with excitement and pure thrill at her terror. "Are humans still so weak, even after all of this time? How pathetic! It's almost adorable... You're all ants waiting to be crushed under my foot."

Nelly didn't respond properly, her breathing unsteady as tremors ran through her whole body. "W-Who are you...?" She whispered.

The stranger burst into laughter so extreme it threw his head back and his shoulders shook. Once he calmed, he responded to her idiotic question.

"Call me Adam. And don't forget the name, it'll be the last one you ever hear." He threw the mangled limb at Nelly, who cried out.

"That's enough, Adam." A voice called.

Adam's glee morphed into a pout. "Abel, you're so rude to interrupt me like that! I was having so much fun..."

Abel and Abram stopped just behind Adam. "Don't kill her. We aren't here for blood." Abel told him.

Adam smirked. "Speak for yourselves... but fine. This one's hardly special. Just another side character in my plans."

Adam snatched the cigarette from Abram's loose hold and took a drag, kneeling over Nelly and blowing smoke into her face before letting Abram have it again.

"You're psychotic, the lot of you!" Nelly cried.

Adam chuckled and looked over his shoulder down at her. "Thank you for the compliment. Now sit like a good dog since that's what you want to be so desperately for that woman-"

Abram scoffed and looked away. "Adam, that's enough..."

Adam rolled his eyes. "Oh, and when did you grow a spine? Whatever... Let's get out of here, I'm bored."

(If things outside the canon bother you, please keep scrolling.)

Gubo entered the room, seeing his colleague on the ground. His reaction was immediate; pulling a handgun from his coat.

Abel rolled his shoulder and stepped back, raising his hands. "Easy, now. You and I both know I can't stop a bullet..."

Gubo stepped forward. "What are your intentions? Why did you knock my colleague unconscious?"

Abel sighed. "What a hassle... To be fair, he came at me first..."

"I do not approve of such lack of response." Gubo gave a warning shot, the bullet sliding just passed Abel's head. But the line of fire caught something else...

A cigarette. The shot created enough heat to light the end held between pale, seemingly fragile fingers.

A bottle went flying and smashed into Gubo'a face, knocking him out beside Jia Huan.

Abel lowered his arms back to his side, tapping his cane softly. "Not bad aim, Abram. It's a bit dramatic coming from you, however."

Abram stepped forward into the dim lighting. His equally pale face exposed sobriety once unknown to himself. "Don't get too serious... I just needed a light."

Abram lifted the cigarette to his mouth, and smoke curled out in dark whispers. "That Nelly woman is about to meet her demise..." Abel sighed. "You are right. Let's stop him before he gets too excited."

The two left, Abram snatching a badge off of Gubo's chest before they left, smoking still drifting around. The moment the door opened, laughter could be heard from the hallway.

Nelly's face was clammy against the blue light of the computer screen she knelt over. "Madame Hermann, the machine is ready."

Hermann nodded, her hand tapping the tabletop rhythmically. "Start it."

The large mirror ahead whirled to life and began to vibrate with energy. Until, it glowed golden, brighter than the sun itself. Nelly and Jia Huan shielded their eyes. "Dammit, what the hell is going on, now!?" He snapped.

The mirror shattered into pieces and all of the power turned off for a few seconds before restoring. Smoke had kicked up and once it cleared, revealed a lone figure.

An old man with a pallid face and weary eyes. He stood with a cane, leaning against it slightly. Jia Huan smirked. "All that build up for this? Easy pickings."

Hermann frowned. "Deal with this yourselves. Nelly, come." Nelly glanced at the old man before following after Hermann with her head low.

Jia Huan readied his weapon. This would be easy. He approached, sword held at the ready. But the elderly man's cane was quicker, and the handle crashed against Jia Huan's jaw, sending him back a step.

"You bastard! Think you're funny, do you?!"

The old man studied him with golden eyes, glowing. "...What a shame... to be woken up for pitiful creatures such as you..."

"An old man shouldn't have this much energy... What the hell are you?" Jia Huan demanded.

The man sighed quietly, advancing just enough for his cane to crash down on Jia Huan's head and knock him unconscious. "Call me Abel."