if im not 2 then I don't know what I am
There are two types of writers:
1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'
2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'
'give me 6 characters i can draw' incase my handwriting is hieroglyphics to you all
gimme suggestions via asks
winner gets either sketches or a piece depending on how much the voting favours them
unrelated but it genuinely pisses me off when I'm playing/watching something and they do some shit like "oh but fear, anger and stress are bad" bitch no they aren't its a literal defensive mechanism for SURVIVAL. have you read up on basic biology?? nobody gives a shit about ur nonsense when negative emotions stemmed from the brain INTENTIONALLY as a survival mechanism. imagine if you just had happy thoughts. you look at a tiger and go "oh, its a tiger. I should probably run!" with the most joyful and relaxed disposition. fight or flight wouldn't even exist, would you even be ABLE to run then?
this applies to general biology too. I mostly theorise about realistic ways for stuff in games to happen. like magic, incenses, dream eating, anything thats grounded enough like that, I usually theorise.
anyway, im not a biologist so correct me if im wrong about some stuff
Can I just say I love how sketchy your artstyle is? Especially when you draw LB bc it really feels in character for lack of better wording ifykwim
Anyways question timeee, you mightve mentioned this before or gotten an ask about it but what drew you to lb? Like what makes him a character you enjoy?
as selfin rightfully said, anonymous ask? I'm movin' up in the world
as for the question, dearest asker:
I think it was the original merg playthroughs that drew me to him, (and made me find out about his existence) and I started to grow more and more attached over time. I don't know when it happened, but he's just irreplaceable to me now.
I'd say I usually grow a liking to characters like that. Find out about them, compare them to others, realise I like them the most, get pissed because there's little-to-no content of them (they're usually the most unknown damn characters, example being rico from aot. (yes she's my favourite aot character.))
As for what makes lb a character I enjoy? I'd say it's a mix of the more grounded approach of the au, and gaster. I'm quite a big fan of gaster, he's my #2 UT character, competing with sans for #1. plus the design of lb is the best I've ever seen, rivaling fatal and loverofpiggies designs in general. it's so damn basic yet so good. I've always liked more "wild" interpretations of things, as in like- when a character just goes sicko mode. not being restrained by plot or other characters, just goes crazy. though I may just be latching onto something here since I dont quite know myself.
one thing I DO know is how much I love the static aspect. I've been waiting to talk about this all ask. the static aspect of lb hooks me in EASILY. I don't know why but it's so damn good to look at.
not to mention the twitching. lb really gives off this vibe of "we're fucked" no matter who he's up against. phase 3's opening remains my favourite UT-related sequence ever. maybe even outside of UT, actually.
lb excels even more than dust in just pure POTENTIAL for design. you can have a more symbiotic approach, a more retained and orderly approach, or you can have a puppeteer-type dynamic. there's also it just being batshit insane, which I enjoy with a mix of symbiotic and puppeteer.
off-topic slightly, but my favourite representation of lb is a crackhead disposition, with puppeteer strings. yet it's symbiotic in nature, sans and gaster both agreeing on this.
PS: thx for the comment on my artstyle. I love sketchy artstyles a SHIT ton yet it feels like I js chicken scratch with mine. so the very fact it helps my art, especially with my fav character ever, is definitely a motivator.
anyway, thanks for the ask. you just motivated me to start working on another lb drawing I've been thinking of.
as part of me and @the-selfinsert’s collab, here’s my piece
Ah..
For once, Jackpot was almost happy there was little customers. He REALLY needed this. Not to mention the fuss that damn skeleton caused earlier this week- the nerve!
..[breath]..Calm down, star.
Enough dwelling on past failures. That bottle of wine was calling his supreme, after all!
An extended hand pushes off the plush sofa, towards a displayed bottle of velvet fill.
He knew that, unlike his other counterparts, he wasn't exactly the best..hm. Let's say technician. And the price to pay for that- (not his soul, thank star!) was particularly faulty limbs, at the particularly worst times.
So, what does he do in this situation? Why, use caution of course!
Jackpot twists a strained wrist around the top of the cap, then a hand down to the middle. He wasn't exactly fond of having to curl an entire hand around things to grab them properly- but like hell was an Alphys going to see him on their doorstep.
Finally, comes the pull. Please work please work please work-
And there you have it. A full bottle of wine, all for his taking! The casino goers would be weeping, for sure.
He grabs a spare glass on the table left by him because common foresight is quite the ability, admittedly.
in comes sweeet relief. Phew, if Jackpot could describe how content he was- you'd think he wouldn't need the casino!
Ah, but enough of that. 'bottom's up!' as they say.
Down half of it, he tips upward. The sweet- almost sickly flavour of wine remains.
A sigh reverberates off 18 caratige gold, a record player exactly where his tophat lands on, revealing pure gold on his head in form of a crown. Oh, and don't forget the branding.
Some wonder- and little fools ask, "Why wear a crown nobody can see?" As if that question had any standing in the first place. Royalty, people! He was royalty! They would do well to remember that.
To be below royalty is unacceptable, even on others domain. Especially not on his. Status was power, and power was Jackpot. Really, it was quite simple.
...
..It was quiet.
He briefly considered returning to low power- yet the work day was still on, and as such; So was he. A shame, really.
Nevertheless, off-days like this are hard to come by. He should savor it- bask in it. Go over his achievements twice over, maybe even finish this glass of wine!
Ah, what a dream that'd be. To be able to mull over your own grandeur, over himself. Thankfully, reality was quite kind to the powerful. And he certainly fit that criteria. So let him relax, lay back..rest..
AHh!- Huh? Who was this- this..child? Wait. If his informants were competent, this should be core. Ah, he'd heard about them. Quite the heroic type, apparently.
"I am Frisk."
Well, he'll decide on their punishments later. For now, a good first impression must be made.
"Ah, hello, dear! My, you startled me. Though, I must ask- why have you come here? I wasn't exactly expecting visitors, ha ha." Good. Just the right amount of politeness, with the hint of urgency. He wasn't exactly thrilled about his break being interrupted.
"It's fine. Why are you trying to enter the Omega timeline?"
Ah.
"Well, you truly are as perceptive as they say. I suppose the other rumours are true then?"
"That doesn't matter. Why?"
My, would it hurt to have a little of an appetiser?
With a concealed sigh, he began. "Well, dear. Business demands. And as much as others-"
Those other mettatons he was shaming still pale in comparison, really.
"-would like to stay content with their riches, I am a man of prospect! Opportunity knocks, and I shall gladly answer. That is my reasoning, darling."
"I see. Greed."
"Correct, dear. And I'm not afraid to admit it. After all, why does anyone do anything? Greed. That voice in your ear, that voice telling you to be more- that you could be more. I listen to that voice. And look where it's gotten me. Success, riches, fame. My business is booming, and the opportunity for more- especially in the largest crossroads of the multiverse, just gladdens me. So yes, dear. It is greed."
"Ambition isn't greed."
"Oh, but they are two sides of the same coin, are they not? The only difference is one's drive. Ambition can create, greed will create."
"I've seen what you've done in the name of greed. Stop."
His smile faltered. Secrets were not kept around this child, then.
"You've done your research, then." Irritation seeps through.
"None needed. I see all. Including your exploits."
Well, that was a tad more than troublesome.
"Dear, if you're here to stop me, im afraid you'll be sorely dissapointed."
The runt child continued like he said nothing.
"You rely on secrets. Back alley dealings, corners of wealth, you control people by controlling word of mouth."
"You won't control me. Do not enter the Omega timeline. Final warning, Mettaton."
The child dissapeared. Jackpot's teeth clenched, and his grip on the wine glass nearly hardened- Mettaton? And then it did. Hundreds of tiny shards lent themselves to his furnishing. He snapped.
Jackpot stood up in a flash, an extended arm swiping the remnants of glass from the table into the red carpet beside it or the wall.
He steps out of the wreck, a foot landing on the less-than-savory carpet beneath his feet, before heading towards his offices double doors.
He widens the entryway, doors flying open as multiple paintings became visible to him. Those didn't matter.
An extended arm grabs his hat, the brim hitting his head.
Now, where the hell were those informants?
me when i literally did exactly that
can he sit on your dash for a minute?? he'll be very polite :]
for once I'll reblog something
this needs to be popularised asap
Have you seen the fanmade music video for wowaka‘s toosenbo? It looks soooooo good, it has a really pretty artstyle with colored lines! Apparently took them 10 years to make and honestly it‘s one of my favourite miku mvs. Though it sits at only 50‘000 views, massively underrated😭😭😭
this is the pv anon is talking about
it’s a really good pv, it genuinely reminds me of older fanmade pvs from like 2014 or so? i miss that era so this pv was wonderful to watch lol
darkrai (I think)
every pokemon is someone's favourite and i'm determined to find a person for every pokemon so please reblog this and tell me what your number one favourite pokemon of all time is
me when I have to do an entire character study on mg just so I can draw him (I really want to)
unrelated collage of stuff I'm gonna be using for it under cut
Darkness chants from above, heads of light come down upon me; bursting agony reigns in flesh- and I feel it.
A noose of survival hangs from sky, and so I follow.
boiling substance writhes beneath dorsals; waiting- watching them, and I feel sorry. So, so sorry.
My figure curves downward, thighs buckling as posture accommodates.
Ungodly light pulsates inward- it harnesses me. Energy swells along my spine.
Teeth clatter as one jaw splits into 2.
If i die
Phantom scorching rises up my throat as it travels, purple light turns to black-
In this world
I'm vomiting- gurgling up this substance that I dont know; I can't breathe, I can't move I can't I can't I can't-
Who will know
It billows out my mouth, vapor pouring from every tear it can possibly find.
Something of me
A hint of a spark claws at the back of my throat; the blackness flows more intensive now, covering everything below me. Good.
I am lost
I can't see?- Something just covered my eyes. Maybe it's the blackness?..no. It's too thick, even for that. Too..organic. too..moving.
No one knows
I hear a soft [click] in my jaw.
There's no trace
Unyielding heat escapes me, flesh rendered dead as pure pain guzzles out my jaw like air.
Of my yearning
Grey is replaced by yellow- then orange, then nothing. Gone, reduced to marks below.
If I die
Heat softens into a line-
But I must
Hallowed light beams from my already healed jaw.
In this world
My head tides upward, the sky is almost comfort in face of..me.
Carry on
The purple streak glides across black with my vision, before it hurdles the tiniest flash of orange.
Who will know
My neck wrings down once again, jaw closing in what feels like relief.
Nothing worse
A leg stomps into the ground, as the very tremor of my back turns to light- just like my mouth.
Something of me
Utter shame echoes from my hind, stray lines connecting with something up there.
Can befall
It stops. And maybe I think it's over. But it never is.
I am lost
My maw opens again- renewed vigor in it's cause. Why?
All my tears
The small ones structures tumble and collapse infront of me, cracks of orange appearing across them as my light crosses their path.
No one knows
My head lulls upward, and my light slides across the air.
All my fears
The small ones many structures go before me, even far out of my sight.
There's no trace
The strength of heat fills my vision once more, as all of their creations bleed orange. Because of me.
Tell my heart
My light is gone- replaced by the searing heat again. My throat aches, but not as bad as before.
Of my yearning
Destruction stops, as my mouth fills with air. Finality is what I could call this. Or maybe self-pity.
there's a hole
I walk from my own mistakes. Everything feels so..tiring now. So..so tiring..
Finally finished this. I know this is poorly written, I know its way too long after I published the poll, and I know its dissapointingly short. Sorry, ig. Be excited for md x mg part..4 or something? forgot, anyway yeah be excited for that I suppose (idk don't get ur hopes that high up)
also for anyone wondering y there's no mechag art if I love him so much it's cuz he's a fucking pain to even ATTEMPT to draw. I'm getting better but this is literally a sketch from a day ago
its abandoned cuz the human here (walter simmons) looked horrendous, hence why I didn't post it at the very least
Favorite LB song and why?
love this question so much
anyhow, its tsc (the slaughter continues)
why? because it embodies lb. allow me to explain
while I may love the static and concept of phase 3, that's not exactly "last breath", right? more so "im tweaking out and you're about to fucking die because of it"
tsc has the best music, but it's close between aee. I just like it more, though. it's subjective
anyhow, sc represents that sans is on his last legs to beat you. not just him powering up- its him literally dying as he serves out an asswooping that made merg cry. and yet he's determined to do it. not some bullshit dt injection or newfound hope, he's straight up just pissed. and that's why its so fascinating, because it still feels plausible. it's grounded, literally just sans surviving then finally going "fuck it we ball" and dunking your ass harder than papyrus' head
lb td moveset I did a literal year ago on free draw
saw a statement that mg is akin to walter's son
Walter stepped onto the elevator.
In about 5 minutes, he'd arrive at the observation chamber. In about 7, he'd be on the catwalk.
He has that time.
[ding]
Low humming collided with the rustling of his suit as a phone was produced from the rightmost pocket.
A couple rings later, he's speaking to one of his technical engineers.
"Is it ready?"
"Yes sir."
"Good." He hangs up.
Everyone's day has to have just gotten better.
After around 20 more seconds, Walter is faced with a sleek mix of utilarian. He's almost surprised at the lack of traffic, but that's no reason to complain, right?
Stepping out of the elevator, striding forward through the corridor then down the right hall. Take a left turn, followed by a staircase downward.
Hm..that took around 4 minutes. Ah well, better for him, then.
Waltzing into the observation chamber would be the second best part of this trip. He finally got to see his magnum opus.
His eyes were greeted with nigh-perfectum protection against titans- against Godzilla. Oh, how proud he was.
The apex titan, Mechagodzilla.
Despite it's stature, Walter was sure it was his son. The time, the effort, the very fact it stood before him now, it was a miracle- his miracle.
He hurried to the catwalk, passing through the exit door to see it without the filter of stained glass and white noise of computers.
As his foot lands on the first step, he hears it. The sound of a leg shifting. Not his- but it's leg. And he turns.
It's gazing. With optics larger than himself tenfold, it's gazing.
Maybe he hasn't slept much, because he's sure it's..it's leaning towards him.
He moves across the catwalk, stopping around the middle. It tracks him as he moves.
His hand grasps onto the railing, he needed to get a better look.
A snout bumps the railing he's leaning against, larger than half the catwalk itself- it's a miracle the thing didn't crumble.
Conscious or not, Walter's own hand lifts, and lands onto it- lands onto Mechagodzilla.
A low, mechanical hum eminates.
"..Incredible."
yeah ik thank me for reblogging this ungodly long chain 😊
@the-selfinsert @voidwithnoblogs @fatalerrorsand @goatedchili
Not me having some kinda type... Who shall I tag? I think I wanna tagggggg... @mybugsmybugsmybugs @mexicangela @lunar-years @biscuitboxpink but no pressure!! I just thought it would be fun!
ok considering I've done jackshit and just got the burst of motivation; im gonna go write on the shin goji fic I said I would, if anyones confused I'm referring to this. might as well give a little schedule thingy whatever
1. shin godzilla atomic breath scene fic
2. md x mv (mg) p4
3. mg fics
these r all in order of priority
good ol' murder. first time you guys have seen me draw him (I think)
@goatedchili @fatalerrorsand
Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!
Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!
k so this poll ended up in a tie between lb and horror, so im doing a shorter poll between then separately. fatal'll get his love too dw
yes I drew those for the explicit purpose of this poll
concept art, wanted to see how my avatar looked with lb stuff (lazy ik)
note: I've decided to make N's text blue to avoid confusion (and maybe a bit of symbolism). limitations of mobile tumblr, amiright?
"Thanks."
"No problem!"
Ugh. Those idiots make me sick. Just why do I deal with this?
..no use complaining. Nothing I can do but follow along.
like always.
"Hey, idiots! Let's get going."
"Bite me! I'm on it."
...I don't know what i expected when I followed Uzi down here.
It definitely wasn't..this.
Not..uhm, all of this tech.
I was expecting a JCJenson logo- or anything to signify this was ours.
..we only found something labelled "Apex".
..I think I have a bad feeling about this.
I mean- yeah, sure. What could go wrong? In a..place like this.
[gulp.]
..stay positive, N. Stay positive..
3 drones; 2 with installed disassembly and one of hosting nigh-cosmic absolution.
Optics scan all surrounding locality, though not without the caution- the slowness of alert systems.
Sensory data extrapolating a layout by the tick, plausible exits and entrances arranged upon CPU through visor, like clockwork.
"Looks reeeeal maintained. How?" Suspicion seeps by indifference. A tilt of the neck and she's facing upward, studying incremental detail and fine-polished metals which make up their overhang.
"..maybe worker's have been visiting?"
"Doubt it. This place is in the middle of nowhere. No worker's coming, let alone to clean of all things. It would of been scrubbed clean by now, not have so much stuff in it." Emphasis proceeds through a leg that strikes a steel box on it's side softly, sound reverberating; almost painful to hear compared to former silence.
Uzi is once again staring at coated metal and refined black, multitudes of questions laying dormant- yet where would I get the answers? Before the gaze travels downward.
A hint of apprehension when her optics register.
"Found a way forward, guys."
"Finally." "Oh! Good work, Uzi."
Footfall makes it's way down silver-lined halls- barring a level of resistance in the structure despite it's years, considered admirable.
For a wall, that is.
"This place looks advanced. We sure none of us didn't stumble into a secret science project?"
"Wouldn't put it past humans.."
"Come on now, it can't be that bad, right?"
"Oh, to live in your mind.."
"Hey! he's just being optimistic."
"Optimistic 'til shutdown, right?"
"Ugh, do you ever shut up?" Anger coils around digits, constricting openness to fists.
"Only if I have to."
"Urgh!- whatever! We need to go, so shut it and follow me. Can you do that?"
"Y-" [Sigh.] "Fine."
Silence permeates space, forceful tension infiltrating effector processors- No doubt due to her.
..
The sound of boots hitting steel is what Uzi decides to focus on.
The way sound waves impact then register, the way fabric twists and adjusts with each micro-movement, the way she doesn't have to pay attention to her almost-tangible thoughts.
It helps, it really helps. Though, she wouldn't usually just say that.
What's gotten into me?
Though- as much as she'd like to focus on that thought, the wall something-meters ahead is giving 50 different warnings that she really can't be bothered to read right now.
All because I hit a tree last time? Seriously?
So, purple regrettably turns left.
Ugh.
next chapter is gonna be the main meat of interaction (because they’re gonna meet mg)
accidentally posted this but i kinda wrote myself into a corner at the end so it’s fine and i can continue like nothing happened next part
test of something that likely won’t ever be finished, here’s the wip
dont ask jackpot what happened when he let gaster in
jackpot is by @the-selfinsert and @written-in-the-stars135
i’m planning on writing a pov fic on either mechag’s or shin’s perspectives during their star moments in the movies, pick which one
forgot to mention, YES my main focus is still on mg x md p2. it’s just that i’m writing this in the mean time since its a LOT harder to write than i thought it’d be.
(ik this kinda disregards the poll but i’ll also be asking a dc server and the most votes out of this and the server wins)