Some Oc Art I Did!

Joel’s dilemma

Risi words defy this. There aren’t words in my vocabulary to express how insane this is. So instead I will yell aaaAAaaaaAaAaaaaaAaaAaaaAaAaaAaaaAAAAaaAaAaaaaAAAaAaaaaaaaaAAwaaaaaaaaaaAa!!!!!!!! Insane. It’s like a movie poster for the blockbuster of the year, I can hear announcer man saying “this winter….your old favorites…are back….like you’ve never seen before….” Between clips of them being alternatingly scary and complete idiots In my head just looking at this. Everthing about it is amazing!! the colors???? The lighting???the rendering??? I love it. 10/10 would stare in awe again I cannot say enough how amazing this is. /vvvvvpos

today is the best day of my life. also this took a really long time (2 months) so pls like and reblog if u think its kinda cool as i need validation lol

wishing everyone an extremely belated happy national dye your hair day! We’ve got all of our hair dye champ lifers celebrating the very serious and important holiday with a braid train except it’s actually a hair dye train.

Lizzie, just pick one and hop to it because Scott-with-his-roots-showing is deeply unsettling for unclear reasons. Also the reason Lizzie is dressed like that is because I headcannon that Joel got home from limited life and Lizzie was immediately like “the bad boys outfit is mine now btw”. Also Etho is paying literally zero attention to what’s going on. Also everyone currently getting dyed is wearing clothes they don’t care about as much or a towel to keep the dye from staining anything except for Joel because he can’t be bothered to change. Btw I know I’ve been falling off my bug Joel and glasses Etho game but im back, baby!

in other news I wasn’t able to go to the concert My Chem did cause it was on the literal other side of the country from me and I’m really sad like im gonna be whining about this for forever.

I’m bringing this back even though I drew it forever ago because I think it’s funny, and I’m still kind of proud of it. I forgot I used to draw noses like that lol. And also Ethos. I forgot I used to give him a little, like, swoopy thing. Hah.

I was listening to How to Be a Heartbreaker by MARINA and I realized it fit the boat boys perfectly

I might go back and add color later, but for now; behold…whatever the hell this is. Go listen to the song please this will make more sense I think?

This is, of course, all in silliness, I just thought it was funny. Also it’s a fun song.

some frames I drew for a boat boys animatic that never was

I’m really proud of how these two specifically came out. The second one is a how they died each time in double life and the first is just em dancing.

edit: I also forgot this one:

Joel was there two but I accidentally deleted the layer I drew him on

An argument against the car symbol is that drawing cars is harder than circles (planets)

it’s time! It’s here! Hurrah! It’s the week of Joel!!!!!! Everyone get ready!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Day 1: throwback

I decided here to draw my favorite Joel moment ever when He screams “YOU ARE A FAILURE” at the top of his lung during secret life and then immediately backpedaling with “…sorry I’ve had a really long episode.”

also the earrings say Life Merch because, well it’s Joel he sure isn’t famous for his subtly.

edit: I totally forgot to mention what this is actually a throwback to lol, this is from secret life.

frog queen.

handwriting translations:

claps in the chat for this gender defying waffle bird

because they were are fireflies here we have fire-G

if I had a nickel for every time G acted gender queer about a pile of throne shaped diamonds… (I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but *is shot on the grounds for quoting overused memes*)

assorted low quality doodles:

gender blender. Also Risi if you find this ur here too.

guys I’ve been sick for days send me drawing reqs it makes my day better please I’m so bored.

my mildly unintelligible incoherent rambling headcannons on the life series but primarily wild life and I had more to say but I had to cut it down lol and I’m mainly posting this for personal reference: (be wary, it is a long post)

Wild life is so fascinating from a lore perspective like in the past it was everyone against everyone else, friendly survival but things were just a little bit off, a little bit desperate, felt a little bit out of control, like maybe something bigger was at work here, but you could look the threat in the eyes and kill it and go home…until you couldn’t. As the strings being pulled turned from invisible twine to neon shoelaces and the hand in the shadows was suddenly the title character and every thing seemed to connect, seemed to end. But it didn’t. The watchers were the center the thumbnail the logo the everything mercilessly piloting the story towards the conclusion they desired, and then it was done, the loop back to the very beginning was made, it was finished. But then it wasn’t. What Real Life and Wild Life have in common is this sort of sense of storytelling absurdity, everything is cut short and brief and it’s silly and horrifying and painful (just to intulude here, I am still discussing everything purely lore wise. The only pain I experienced watching either of those things was sadness when they ended) and suffering doesn’t seem to have a meaning a purpose a quiet dignity anymore it’s April fools and everyone is throwing up and dead their bodies won’t listen won’t function can’t fight cant run but it’s a joke haha there’s no story no rhyme or reason it’s just torture and now the ultimate of random purposeless suffering wild cards they can’t kill each other can’t fight each other because every moment is a struggle to survive as the world itself has turned against them as their bodies betray them as they die in humiliating horrifying ways the very fiber of their being the very core of their world something is terribly terribly wrong it is like the order and rules that bound the life series have broken and the chaos of the void is pouring through drowning the code of the world as the players are ripped to shreds by the avalanche, watching their bodies crumble. It’s like the watchers finished telling their story of perfect and purposeful suffering and then pulled the string holding the knot together. It’s like the life series is a pane of glass that they polished to perfection, punched, and walked away, leaving the shards to slowly shatter as the beauty and horror and chaos and glory that makes up the world spews forth to tear it’s broken remains apart. There will still be the games, but now there is nothing pulling the strings, nothing holding it together. Suffering no longer has a meaning, a purpose, a goal, it is simply suffering. How terrifying must that be to have everything that you are shattering, pieces of you like broken glass strewn about as the void bursts forth to consume the ruins and the wreckage of the world.

We know that life series players are alternate versions of themselves, because while Hermitcraft scar is happily building his zoo in season ten, secret life scar is still out there wandering among the sunflowers. I don’t remember if real life Cleo lived or not, and we don’t know if this season’s winner will live on, but let’s pretend for the sake of this ramble being almost somewhat coherent that both cleo and the new winner live. What happens to the new winner (I’ll get to what happens to Cleo later)? The world is breaking, coming apart at the seams. Each new day brings a fresh horror from the void to try to wipe them out. And what about memories? This is where this strays firmly into headcannon territory, but my personal way of imagining it starts at a fairly ubiquitous jumping off point, the idea that lifers during the games do not have access to their memories, but going upon the alternate versions thing they do not remember the games at all. There is the original player, journeying through smps and servers, and then there is a version of them for each separate life series, shadow copies that they are completely unaware of and unconnected to created by the watchers to play puppets with in their perfect dark fairytale. Each life series is a new copy, because every game the copies all died. Up until secret life. They had had their fun, there was no reason for them to kill off the last one, scar, the winner left alive and alone. The og scar and the secret life scar are not aware of each other because og has no idea about the copy and copy wrongly assumes he is the real scar. He regained all the memories from before of Hermitcraft when he won and the watchers broke the game but the way he understands it is, because again the other life series were other versions of scar, he was on Hermitcraft uninterrupted up until suddenly they were all abducted into this game called secret life and they all were driven insane and killed each other and now he is alone. He can’t leave because the copies are bound to their worlds and doesn’t try to leave because as far as he knows there is no where for him to go. Crucially, again, secret life scar and Hermitcraft scar are two entirely different people.

So let’s imagine for this new winner, living in this horrifying shattered world, there are no more watchers to police memories. The copies are still made, the code is still there, the games carry on, becoming more garbled and twisted with each broken game, so that the copies don’t come out quite right, which explains the movement issues and nausea in real life and the way the wild cards go to the very data of the player and twist it in wild life. So this broken copy wins, and suddenly remembers, just as secret life scar did, all that came before, but the game is even more broken so they remember so much more than that. They see all the lives, every version of themselves. They see themselves after, the version that was never in the games, with their friends, living on. The versions of the friends they know are dead, but alternate, happier, more carefree versions live on with an alternate, happier, more carefree version of themselves. Their friends don’t miss them, don’t know they are gone, because they aren’t. They are alone and trapped on a world doomed to slowly fracture into oblivion. Everything is broken. But they refuse this, perhaps. They rebel. There is nothing tying the world together? Then they will escape through the cracks. They will find this world with the other copies. Real life Cleo, who remembers enough to know that they are are a copy, but the game hasn’t fully broken by real life so she is unaware there were other games. Also I’m realizing now that I haven’t really talked a lot about Cleo but tbh that’s mostly because their character strikes me as someone who is unshakable, pragmatic (this is why I think she and Scott got along so well, they both go at the games with eyes on the prize) who would of course be upset but also be rational, and simply try to make the best out of their life) secret life scar, who still believes that he is the only version of scar out there and that he murdered all of his friends. Both stuck on these worlds alone, but this new winner will break through the walls on these servers, and say come on, we’re here, we’re our own gosh dang people, so let’s go take back our lives. Idk where this goes from there but I headcannon that every real life version of all the players had mobility issues, hence the movement problems, but Cleo is the only real life player left so she’s the only one still experiencing these problems. I also headcannon that the new winner has, well, I haven’t actually figured out the specifics but some sort of residual issues relating to the wild cards and broken code.

this headcannon also introduces some interesting lore ties for Grian, and tbh I haven’t thought to much about how the watcher lore would work in this, well ig this is an au at this point, but if you think about his panic at the end of the most recent session, and that he was able to freeze time, it could be a sort of thing like he is unintentionally the one causing the games to continue being a watcher, but in the past he had no control but now he’s been handed the reins with no instructions and has no idea what to do. All the power and no clue how to use it. This also could lead to some interesting things about watching, because maybe in the past he could watch, could see that they were copies, and played accordingly. He knew the other versions would live on so he resigned himself to a certain extent to death, but now there is no path no clear cut story no string to follow through the dark he can’t see beyond the games and he’s terrified.

anyway that’s like kinda my headcannons idk if anyone will actually read this far but if you did thanks. Also I really wanna write/draw something for this, maybe turn it into a proper au, so if u person who is still reading would like to join me on that endeavor I would love to work with u.