Just found ur art thru that long dream au comic and I really love ur line weight and expressions, extremely satisfying style, love to see it! that’s all I just needed to compliment it while scrolling thru your other work :)
awww, thank you so much!!!
i recently came across a pencil brush that i absolutely adore, which has been doing wonders for my current line weight.
lemme hook y'all up!
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Finally done with the last prizes for @cosmignon from their fic, Uprooted!
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Two illustrations of Bob and Otto hugging in front of the Brainframe, in Otto’s lab. Bob is holding onto Helmut’s brain ball to the side and they both look tired and dirty. The first image shows Otto’s face and the second image shows Bob’s face.
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After Helmut comes back from the dead, there are a few problems that arise. The most urgent of which, of course, is that it means that Bob and Helmut aren't married anymore. So obviously that needs to be fixed first.
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Merry-- uh, February. Sorry for how long it took, but here you go! I hope you enjoy, and happy belated holidays!
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7. favorite animal for each of the ruinous fortune main trio?
That is a bit of thing because you have real world animals and fantasy animals, the latter being the standard. But if we are going with real animals:
Gael would like a lot of different animals but they might end up liking adders and other reptilians the most.
Lilith would think red squirrels are cute until the inevitable situation where they attack her if she ever saw one in person. It is what it is.
Lenore is the only one who has seen animals from the human realm regularly. Specifically a herd of european Bisons that lived near her childhood home. So she has a lot of nostalgic feelings when she sees one.
(Aquato-Family-Circus here) your tags abt Gristol's mental space potentially having a different layer inside the mailbox is so fun... imagining a place that feels a little under developed and has construction signs but it's there. to Gristol's disbelief and stubborn refusal to accept it he has Opinions and Thoughts and Feelings abt HQ and the employees that extend past "obstacles in my grand maligula scheme". They're not even all good opinions (there's a lot of petty negative shit actually, lol) but they're still there
Hehe yeah, I think it's very much implied that people's mindscapes are flexible and got different spaces. It's a fun exploration on the parts of the person. (I should really write down thoughts on each pn2 level but ah busy)
Aforementioned Tag-rambling post because reading it in my current theme sucks:
I have a feeling the Mailbox is actually a bit more constructed despite what Gristol thinks. Most of what is solid is related to letters and packages he delivers though.
The employees look like cardboard cutouts like the Grulovian peasants. The real people he considers obstacles (like the grandhead maybe) would be like the Ford statues, probably blocking a path. Till he gets someone to move it anyway. I like imagining the particularly negative stuff are like scribbling on like a marker on a poster haha extremely childish and shallow.
The level layout would be similar to Motherlobe HQ, but instead it all looks like the mailroom. Do you ever think about how the vents are so big and the package system can fit a box with a person in it? Now plaster that everywhere you go in this Mailbox section.
Anyway I ended up really thinking a bit about the ideas on what the inside of the Mailbox space could look like. I could probably sketch it out but a bit preoccupied this week.
I DID however, end up writing a kind of a fic because I kept thinking of all the other Gristol/Nick posts, specially the Identity Crisis one, as an answer to this ask buut yeah it evolved hehe (0v0) whoops.
Kinda wrote this like a dream-like narrative and stuff, mostly to sorta kinda just start on the ideas of that Mailbox corner of the mentalscape. [Ao3 Link]
C/o Nick Johnsmith
It was like the opposite of the the Fatherland Follies. Quite unlike the backstage of it where its broken up and twisted by the important bits. Instead of the black void surrounding a one way path, The Mail Room would start as an enclosed labyrinth-like space like the size of the vents a certain child went through, stumbling out to a certain senior agent’s lab.
There's a lot of corridors going in different directions. A bunch of cans and letters litter the halls. The walls look unfinished, like someone might put another corridor but aren't quite sure yet. There's doors marked under construction with no door handle. There's colored mail slots on some of the dead ends.
It's easy to get lost.
You aren't sure where you are going, your stomach growls. You feel like you’ve been walking walking and just walking around in circles.
The Mail Runs On Trust
You pick up a letter along the way to see if putting it in one of the mailslots would get you somewhere-- then suddenly you end up in a hallway with a mirror in the end. Who is this guy in another outfit on the other side?
Oh wait! he has a nametag, it's -- "Welcome, Nick Johnsmith - Mailroom Staff" The scanner loudly announces.
...
The vents and the conveyor belts are above you, and its all twisted up layered in every directions. There is dust everywhere. Nobody has been sorting the mail (they tried but they aren’t good enough, somehow even the broken was better than them).
It was easy enough to get the job. Nick-- yes that is me alright-- new staff here
The packages need to be sorted up the chutes -- up there. (Why?? Would you need to throw these?) You climb up with the help of ladders leading up to a hole and -- oop it’s a portal.
You recognize the familiar walls of the vents, but now there’s markings in the walls that are the same to the packages you hold.
You walk and walk, finally with direction.
You deliver the mail into the right slots, and it opens back to the mailroom, where the conveyor belt straightens and you can send off packages safely.
You do it several times, and now the doors under construction open up for you. There are other employees around here, some floating and chatting. You hear gossip about another person’s life, or about the paper they have been using.
You call to one of them, giving them your most charming smile, flowery compliment, and of course their mail, the correct package.
They ask you to stay but you refuse. You go back to the mailroom.
...
Sometimes, you pass by this door that kind of looks like the levitation elevator psychics go through in HQ, except this one had thought of non-psychics and is upright sideways.
When you go through it, the vent corridors open up to form a road, you can finally see the sky but you aren't sure what color it is. There's stars in the sky. The road leads to a boat and an all too open ocean. You go back inside, not quite trusting where you would end up if you went out there.
...
You continue work, till every vent and conveyor belt is sorted out. You are actually getting hungry, and you didn’t notice till now. Where do you eat again?
There is a knob near the mirror and you reach to open it like a door. You are back in the corridors. No matter, you are Nick Johnsmith - Senior Mailroom Staff, and you know your way around here by now.
...
Walking in the corridors, you were about to head to the Noodle Bowl when a kid on a pony shows up grumbling about the lack of his favourite food.
You ask if he wants something else instead. The kid shakes his head and insists, as if he hasn’t eaten anything else but the best eggs, all for a little prince like me. He seems eager to share that as a fact.
Come on -- he starts going down toward this vent that looks like the top tin can. It's easy enough to open, when you go in the metal corridors unfolds into a red carpet. You don't see the kid anywhere.
It twists and turns but stays in one path, the walls open up to the void. Golden ornaments start to decorate the railings and its starting to look famili- ah, there's the royal family picture.
You are back at the start.
You know where this goes
You should get back on the ride. You’ve been walking for a long while.
There’s caviar at the casino, a plot in the Motherlobe and a throne waiting in Grulovia. Everyone should know better than stop Gristol Malik from getting what he deserves.
the concept of sauce breeding being compared to flower breeding/hybridization has me thinking you could also just like use the sauce flowers in boquets and stuff... we're one step away from intensive grumpus flower hybridizations that care more abt the aesthetics than how the sauces taste. i bet The Gurt has a beautiful bloom
Surprise your loved one with a bouquet of ketchup this holiday season!