Lipsync practice with what might be one of my favourite jon sims moments
[ID: A lined, colourless animation of Jon Sims saying “Martin. You’re not….uhh. You didn’t die here, did you?” Jon is shown from the shoulders up. He starts with staring at the ground, before turning to look up at Martin -who is off-screen- to speak directly to him. Jon looks nervous and hesitant, and sometimes averts his eyes. / End ID]
mag159 lives in my head forever and ever and ever and ever
[ID: Digital art of Jon and Martin in the Lonely, surrounded by waving fog in varying shades of blue. Martin turns away as Jon places a hand on his cheek. Jon’s eyes are obscured by a tendril of fog.
[ID: two digital drawings of subway boss emmet. he stands, pointing upwards with one hand and gesturing with the other hand (holding a pokeball), and is smiling with his durant perched on his shoulders. he says “i am emmet. i won against you. but i think i just got lucky. in a double battle, if you misread one thing, the rest will be totally different. you know.“ he dramatically points forward in the next image, holding up the pokeball in his other hand. durant happily chirps from his shoulders. he exclaims “please win 20 battles in a row and fight with me!” end ID]
the battle subway is difficult, but it’s so hard to be frustrated when this is the dialogue you get when you lose
[ID: A horizontally oriented digital painting of Tim Stoker from TMA. He is a thin Southeast Asian man with short hair, worm scars, and a hoop earring. Tim’s back faces the viewer, but he turns to look behind him with a somber expression. Blood is streaked across the back of his shirt and on his chin and neck. The background is golden, and a halo radiates from his head. End ID]
(pls let me know if i put the id in incorrectly and thank you very much to the person who wrote it!)
Ye olde psychic handshake/unconscious astral projection you don’t need a psycho portal for
Raz doesn’t need to investigate the psyche reaching out to him in the midst of a nightmare but the kid’s heart is bigger than his gigantic head so, of course, he’s gonna do something about it
“At the moment when Cosette emerged, bucket in hand, melancholy and overcome as she was, she could not refrain from lifting her eyes to that wonderful doll, towards the lady, as she called it. The poor child paused in amazement. She had not yet beheld that doll close to. The whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a vision. It was joy, splendor, riches, happiness…”
But then, he’s not Grian. Grian, still green, who’d taken Scar’s hand and wrapped it round the hilt of a sword, who’d smiled so nicely as he’d said that Scar needed to kill now. Grian, still green, who’d grinned as he’d said not to worry, because he would help with the traps. Grian, still green, who’d killed three people for fun and laughed so long and hard about it he’d nearly choked.
Grian, now red, who is perched on the end of his bed, wings flared for balance and smiling with too many gleeful teeth.
“Hi, Scar!” he says, like this is a normal interaction, like this isn’t implicitly a midnight threat and explicitly really weird. “I’m red now. Isn’t that fun?”
oh my god??? this is perfect, aaa, he looks so menacing, and the way he’s crouched and backlit by the night sky, and his hands, and the knife- this is absolutely phenomenal, op, i’m losing my mind over it hhhhhhhh
