Goodbye Deponia (2013)

Do you have any spicynoodleshipping hcs?

Oh for sure! Probably nothing super original because I absorb headcanon from stuff I see all around the fandom and then promptly forget where i got it from 😓

But here’s a few of my favorites:

Both Red Son and MK are not super comfortable with public displays of affection. Red Son thinks himself too proper for it and MK gets easily embarrassed around people, so they keep it pretty low key when anyone else is around. The second they think they’re alone though it’s like a switch flips and they’re all over each other.. like, sitting on laps, walking with hands in each other’s pockets, running fingers (theoretical fingers, since they’re Legos lol) through hair.. it’s mushy and adorable and they both get embarrassed if someone happens to see them like that but they do it anyway~

Canonically, MK’s clones can get out of control if they exist too long, so I think one of the things that they tend to do is forget that it’s embarrassing to snuggle Red Son in public, and will just go for it. It’s one of the ways Red can tell MK’s clones apart from the original. Also, MK definitely gets jealous of his own clones sometimes if he sees this happening.. something Red Son uses to playfully annoy him at times.

Speaking of, both the boys tend to get jealous when someone else flirts with their boyfriend. MK tends to get all flustered and pouty if someone hits on Red Son and will just kinda glare at the perpetrator. Red Son is less subtle and will light them on fire if they don’t step away from the noodle boy.

Oh, Red also definitely still calls MK Noodle Boy but in like an affectionate way. Maybe he calls MK his Noodle Boy~

Also Red Son definitely catches fire when he gets overly flustered. It’s something he has to work on so he doesn’t burn his very much non flame-proof boyfriend.

I did a quick comic about it yesterday, but Red Son is much neater than MK and cares a lot more about his appearance. So I estimate he takes waaay longer to get ready in the morning. MK just kinda rolls out of bed and Red hates it lol

On that same vein, MK’s apartment is super messy and when Red Son comes over (or moves in) he always cleans the place. Sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. He’ll be clearing off clothes from a chair to sit down and suddenly finds himself doing a load of MK’s laundry like Wait. How did this happen...? MK loves it because he hates cleaning.

MK canonically likes to draw since he illustrated a Monkey King biography, so he definitely likes to draw Red Son. He will sometimes doodle pictures of him on napkins and stuff when he’s sitting in the shop waiting for orders to take out. Maybe even silly doodles like of the two of them kissing or something cute like that~ He tries not to leave any drawings like that lying around that someone will find (because that’s embarrassing) but inevitably he misses one or two. If Red were to find one he wouldn’t say anything and would just keep it. Anyone else who found it.. Mei or Pigsy or Tang, they would probably tease him relentlessly lol

Red Son didn’t have to be introduced to video games by MK, being an inventor and engineer, he’s familiar with the concept and had tried them a bit before, but he never really got the appeal until he started playing multiplayer games with MK and Mei. MK is not very good, so Red has a fun time trouncing him, but Mei is an amazing gamer and he loves playing her because if he wins he knows he really earned it and it feels amazing! MK loves watching those two play because they get super competitive and it’s adorable watching Red Son get so invested.

When they’re out together Red will sometimes just commit crimes, not through malice or forethought, he just forgets that they’re crimes and he felt like doing them. Like... Oh that thing in this store looks neat. Yoink. Or hey that guy was rude? Well his shirt is on fire now. MK is always horrified and runs around fixing whatever has been done and apologizing on his behalf. Red never really feels bad about doing bad things, but he does feel bad about MK having to fix them. So he kinda becomes a better person after awhile not because he changes how he thinks, but just because he works to alter his behavior by stopping himself from acting on his first instincts in order to not make things hard on MK.

I’m sure there are more, but this is all i can think of for now.. I loved answering this though. If anyone has more questions about any of these answers or even some other spicynoodles ideas i’d love to hear them, send me an ask ❤️🧡

fucking idiot. i love you so much i think about you everyday

Here's some old lmk stuff from sketchbook. Soon I'll post something bigger

hey did you know i freaking love NSR?

This is actually decided by a poll back in twitter, so I feel really bad about not posting it there. At last...

Swap Ishqueg/LCB Queequeg AU.

The Middle's Big Sister ID Queequeg uptie story:

It is rumoured that the Big Sister of the Middle’s U Corp. branch is especially well-loved and favoured by her Great Siblings.

And, at the same time, she’s incredibly petty and selfish toward her Little Brothers and Sisters.

People believe she accumulated so many augment tattoos in so little time and rose to the rank of Big Sister when she was so young because she enacted the Middle’s Vengeance in solitary. Thus, taking all the tattoos that she could have shared.

This blatant betrayal of one of the Middle’s core ideologies is somehow ignored and even encouraged by one particular Great Sister.

It is said that she’s flighty, capricious, and vain. She falls in love easily and falls out of it even easier.

Though those adjectives don’t mean much when one talks about the members of the Middle, it is advisable that you don’t say such a thing within earshot of a Middle’s sibling, or else, you will find a very unpleasant guest waiting at your doorstep.

The child sits on top of her little throne of corpses, most of which are mutilated in a way that barely resembles a human anymore.

She is patiently counting the pages of her book, but with each page, the number on the led screen behind her increases by one digit.

This degree of extravagance is not unheard of from the Middle. But this time, it is most likely that she was so bored waiting for her final subject of Vengeance that she made a throne out of the woman’s dead Syndicate comrades and repurposed their led screen for her amusement.

Queequeg: 46. 47…

She doesn’t even lift her face to acknowledge the woman who stands frozen at the entrance.

Queequeg: 48. 49…

Terrified Syndicate leader: I. I didn’t mean it like that! I didn’t know you were there!

The plea for her life, if this could be called that, came too late.

Queequeg: 50!

Queequeg: Ah hah! Today's next subject of Vengeance is…you!

With a loud laughter, she hurriedly scribbles the name into her Book of Vengeance. The number ‘50’ behind her glows bright purple, much like the tattoos covering her body.

Queequeg: Page 50. Title 10. Section 70. Row 21: Insulting a Big Sister’s characters. Page 50. Title 10. Section 70. Row 22: Breaking a Big Sister’s heart. Page 50. Title 10. Section 70. Row 23: Making a Big Sister embarrassed…thrice.

The other child fell to her knees, accepting her fate, but the Big Sister continued with the same glee.

Queequeg: Let’s go over everything in order, shall we? First, give me your tongue.

After a long while of wailing and screaming from all the tongue-cutting, heart-piercing, and limbs-breaking later, the small Syndicate could be considered thoroughly wiped, with its leader’s consciousness faded for the one last time.

It is as though she was woken up from a slumber, the delight of the perpetrator of the tragedy completely vanishes, leaving a strange…bewilderment.

Queequeg: Hmm…was that 49, or 50, or 51? I lost count again.

Great Sister of the Middle: You seem like you had fun.

Queequeg: It was fun! You should have seen her face when I showed her her own tongue.

In contrast to the child’s erratic glee, the Great Sister’s smile is serene. She adjusts the chain necklace that she especially gifted Queequeg, admiring its lustre.

Great Sister of the Middle: I checked your book, you know. I saw her name under the Breaking a Big Sister’s heart Section. Do you want to explain?

It is as though all the air in the room vanishes. The terrifying and triumphant Big Sister feels herself shrinking ever smaller, struggling and failing to break out of her Sister's grip.

The child’s fingernails dig into her arm. Cold sweat starts to trickle down her forehead. She opens her mouth as if to say something, but not a word comes out.

Great Sister of the Middle: Ahaha~ You are really cute when you are cornered like that.

The older child laughs heartily, gently pressing harder on the fearful Big Sister’s shoulders. Queequeg didn’t know if her laughter meant she was pardoned or if she was in trouble, so she dared not even breathe.

Great Sister of the Middle: Relax. You are too old to be punished for something like that.

She said, very softly kissing the scared child’s cheek.

Great Sister of the Middle: Try not to get too hung up about it, though. I told you already. Forget about other people. Only the Middle is capable of loving you.

Great Sister of the Middle: By the way, how many did you punished?

Queequeg: I don’t know. I lost count. Might have been 50 or something?

Her mind still lingers on the last topic, so the child couldn’t give her Sister a concrete number, yet the Great Sister doesn’t spare her any sympathy.

Great Sister of the Middle: 50 is much too few. I scolded you about this before, didn’t I? You ought to keep better track…Or else.

Queequeg: O— Of course.

“Isn’t 50 a lot already?” The child asked herself.

She slumped on the make-up table, incredibly irritated at the pungent scent of perfume spilt from the broken bottle.

“No. Isn’t one already too much?” She pulls her hair out.

Her neck feels so very heavy. What did the Great Sister say, giving her this necklace as a birthday gift? — You won’t have to raise your head ever again. The little golden crown feels prickly on her head, but she isn't allowed to take it off.

“Really. What did that woman say that was so wrong?”

The child darts her eyes around, accidentally meeting remnants of the red lipstick rolling on the floor.

“That I am flighty? That I am capricious? That I am vain?” She lifts her face to see the reflection in the mirror, the reflection of a flighty, capricious, and vain woman — one that she despises so much she couldn’t help but smash into pieces.

“What then? She speaks no falsehood. And even if those were lies…” The child quietly contemplates as she holds the scattered pieces of the broken mirror, frustrated to feel no pain at all. “Why did she have to…Why did I…?”

The question she posed has a very obvious answer, one that has been drilled into her head already.

Right, she has been told hundreds of times that:

Great Sister of the Middle: Only the Middle is capable of loving you.

Here, she has everything she needs. Here, she has the respect and affection of thousands. Anyone outside, living in that world of filth, that slighted her even a little bit deserves to be punished. And that is just a fact of life.

And so, even if she grows increasingly repulsed by her Siblings; even if she couldn’t stand working with them; even if she is deathly afraid of the Great Sister, it would still be unthinkable not to uphold the Middle’s decree.

The spiky golden crown is all she ever has. Those heavy, glistening golden chains are all she ever has. Their affection is the only thing she ever had and will ever have.

Even thinking so, the child couldn’t shake the images of that one sailor she met by chance at Marlin Port that other day: the sailor who shares the colour of her eyes with the hazel wood and hair with the sunset.

She wonders what that woman is doing now. Has that woman fallen in love? Or did she already find the love of her life? Or has she given up?

She spent no more than three minutes indulging herself in those kinds of thoughts.

The vase of white lilies stands tall and prideful despite the disarray caused by the child’s temper tantrum, reminding her to hold true and steadfast to her dear, dear family's values.

The Middle's Big Sister ID Queequeg's voicelines:

Identity Obtained: I am the most adorable, the strongest, the most beloved Sister, aren't I?

Uptying: 46. 47. 48. 49. 50…Ah hah! Today's next subject of Vengeance is…you!

Reasoning: This is her Bad End ID. One of the two of them anyway. I mused about her getting the Ahab ID and came to the conclusion that...Queequeg just doesn't have it in her. I could make it work, but in the angle that I am going to approach her story, it is just not Ahab.

And because of that I'm also considering ditching Blind Obsession E.G.O for her.

I just don't think Obsession is as much of her theme as Ishmael or Ahab. My version of her is about judgement and atonement, and by extension, love.

Personal notes:

I gave this Queequeg ID 3 arts because I can. And I mean...this is the bad end ID. It's like Wild Hunt, NCorp, and Captain, I have to give it a little flare.

I am terrified of being not canon compliant later, so the Great Sister's hands are covered with leather gloves. I don't want to speculate on her skin complexion, lest I be wrong later. But in my mind, she's pale like the white lilies, which is a reference to The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen, one of Queequeg’s source materials. My headcanon for her name for now is also simply "Lily".

I'm very into making the Middle a metaphor for an abusive family, which Queequeg can't escape from. One of the manipulation tactics of theirs is to deem everything outside disgusting and that warmth, love, and acceptance only exist inside. That is why "only the Middle is capable of loving you" is a thing. The theme of love goes deeper, but it's not convenient to explain it now. When I finally write Canto V for this AU, you'll see what I mean. Just remember I based her mostly on The Little Mermaid and only a bit on Moby Dick.

Queequeg is wearing a golden crown of thorns, which hurts her because envy in Limbus is a crown of thorns, and the Middle is very envy-coded. It is also a reference to The Little Mermaid. The crown of thorns is also like a crown of roses, which is a red flower, which is a reference the The Little-

Her counting to 50 (both her victims and the page on her Book of Vengeance) and lost count is a reference to...surprisingly not The Little Mermaid, but Moby Dick, in which Queequeg counts the pages of a thick book, but he only counts to 50 before restarting.

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Not Exactly Foolproof

Red Son was going to win this time. Why? Because he had a plan. Surprising, I know. But this time it was going to work. He was prepared, it was foolproof!

He was going to flirt with the Noodle Boy

Wait, What?! Yeah, surprising. Why in the court of heaven would he, the son of THE Demon Bull King, have ANY interest whatsoever in a simple noodle boy, especially the one on the ENEMY SIDE?!

Well, its simple, really. It was to throw him off his rhythm. With someone with such a low constitution as Noodle Boy, he’d surely be distracted if the enemy suddenly started FLIRTING with him, yes?

And so, his plan was set. He would confront the Monkey King successor, and in the middle of their fight, he would use a classic flirty line to distract him! Yes, and in that moment when he’s processing what just happened, he would grab the Monkey King’s staff and escape! Like he said, foolproof.

Or so he thought. 

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What do u think about MK x Red Son?

absolutely yes

i have some drawings of this ship!!

it's just so awkward for me to post something with them two when no one else did 👉👈 so these cursed pictures are locked up in my VK group ahah

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Not so Foolproof pt. 2

I am so sorry in advance for my inconsistent art ;-;

Red Son came up with a second plan. He was going to use this "date" as an opportunity to gain some valuable information on his enemies. He was absolutely NOT going to enjoy this. 

He enjoyed it.

Red Son walked into the Pigsy's Noodles at exactly 5 pm.

What? It's not like he was gonna let himself be late. The highly esteemed son of the Bull Demon King was NOT going to let himself be late to his first date- ER- his very important spy mission- yeah.

Almost immediately after he walked through the entrance, Noodle Boy ran up to him. "OHMYGOSH YOU'RE ACTUALLY HERE!!"

"I didn't think you'd actually show up! Hold on, lemme get our food!" MK ran into the kitchen and walked back out with two hot fresh bowls of noodles.

"Here- I saved this table for us!" MK brought the noodles over to a table in the corner of the room closest to the door. Red Son sat down in his chair as MK placed the noodles in front of them and sat across from him. As much as Red Son tried to sit straight, it took as much as 3 seconds for him to start slouching. 

They sat in very awkward silence for about 15 excruciating seconds before MK spoke up, "So, why'd you ask me out?" 

"A- DHSJDJWJDJJEJFJWJD-" Both Red Son's face and hair flared red, a reaction that MK thought was absolutely adorable. And charming. And cute. And-

"I- ugh, It was supposed to distract you, I didn't expect you to actually say yes to it." Red Son said before he began eating.

Ah. He expected that, but it still hurt.

"Oh- so do you like...wanna leave, then?" MK looked down at his own food in disappointment. The red head didn't like it, which was weird considering that before this, he felt satisfaction whenever that expression came to his face. 

"I- NO ITS NOT THAT, I-" Red Son didn't know what to say. He still needed to gather that intel on Noodle Boy, but he didn't exactly want to leave him for any other reason either. "I...I do. I do want to go on this...date with you. I just don't know-"

"You just don't know what to do for a first date, right?" 

"Well I was going to say that I don't know anywhere that reaches my standards but sure let's go with that."

"Okay, then howabout Iiiiiiiiii…" MK seemed to think it over for a moment before he made a face that meant he had an idea. "I could show you my favorite places in the city!! There's a lot of fun things to do around here, right? So how's that sound?"

Red Son barely got the words "I don't see anything flawed with that-" out of his mouth before MK was leading him to the arcade, leaving their noodles alone on the table. Thinking about it, maybe he wouldn't be able to get MK to spill any intel, but instead gain his trust? 

They stopped outside the arcade as MK began to dig around in his pockets before pulling out a few tokens that were presumably meant for the arcade games. "Oh uh- heh- sorry, I guess I underestimated how many tokens I actually had left. Mannn I really wanted to show you this place!!"

"The arcade? Why?"

"Well I know that since you're pretty competitive and all, you might've actually had fun here." 

Again, that disappointed expression found itself crawling onto MK's face. Red Son very much disliked it. 

"...stay here." 

"?Where are you going?" 

"I'm getting us more tokens."

Red Son walked into the arcade, sulking his way over to the counter where he determined sold the tokens. When he reached the front of the counter, he slammed his fist on the top of the counter. 

"Arcade lady!! I DEMAND you give me as many of your- er- tokens as you have at once!!" The girl working at the counter looked at him before scoffing at him, rolling her eyes and resuming her discussion with another patron. Red Son was getting impatient. MK was waiting for him outside.

"Arcade Lady, give me all the tokens that you have, or I'll burn you and this booth TO ASHES!!"

 Red Son's flames blazed high as his temper took over, the hands gripping the counter setting it on fire. Now terrified, the employee rushed to get a fire extinguisher and put out the flames on the counter before reaching under the counter and pulling out a giant bucket full of tokens.

Red Son smirked as he gripped onto the bucket (which was a lot heavier than what you'd expect) and walked outside to where MK was waiting for him. The Prince's smirk widened into a smile as he saw MK's face light up upon seeing how many tokens he had gotten. 

"OH MY GOSH RED SON, HOW DID YOU GET SO MANY?!?" MK rushed over to the red head, excitement making his eyes shine. Red Son thought the emotion looked good on him.

"I have my ways." Red Son chuckled to himself as they walked into the arcade, seeing the Arcade Lady's terrified expression as they passed by.

"Uhhh okay! Get ready to have the full fun arcade experience!!" Red Son definitely thought MK's energy was annoying. Not amazing. He definitely wasn't amazing. Nope.

did some justice for the girls since i don't really talk about them in my personal lil' blog