It’s The Roomies!!!

Could I get zombiewood,,, please,,,

sure! The anatomy on this one is a little goofed but overall I’m extremely proud of this drawing (it helps that I spent several hours trying to get the line art neat just to see if I could lol)

Double life, aka Martyn’s biggest fumble to date. Also for their outfits Martyn I tried to make look like an anime boy because well it’s Martyn and Cleo I was scrolling though dnd character portraits for inspiration and I stumbled upon this one of a pirate and while most of it is her canon ‘fit, I did steal the pirate shirt cause it was too cool okay?!? Anyway uhh yeah also I know there is like a whole tagging system for Martyn and I’ve messed it up every single time I’ve posted a drawing of him let’s hope we don’t add this to the list of ‘times Ian screwed something up and then panicked about it for a gazillion years’ lol.

I am losing MY MIND from this interaction.

The fact that Joel still tries. He still tries to mend things. The fact that Tango kills him twice and all he has to say is the words of respect and encouragement. That he patches holes in his car, his HOME. That he welcomes Etho, that he will be with Gem until the end. The way he tries to survive his series on green, to be peaceful. HE TRIES SO HARD TO MEND IT. HE WAS IN EVERY SEASON. WORSE. HE KNOWS HOW ABSOLUTELY HOPELESS THEY ARE SOMETIMES. HE WAS THE PITIFUL ONE. IN THIRD LIFE HE BURNED. HE HAD THE SADDEST TIMES IN LAST LIFE. HE AND ETHO HAD THE MOST DRAMATIC STORY AFTER DIVORCE QUARTET IN DOUBLE LIFE. HE IS THE ONE WHO KEEPS DYING TO SCOTT, HE MAKES STUPID DECISIONS, HE MAKES ENEMIES.

But he still tries. He still has hope that if he just fix it one more time it will stay there if he looks away.

Why are the report button and the not interested button next to each other? It’s like tumblr wants me to have anxiety.

please does anyone else do this or am I alone in my misclicking and overthinking?

Looks like it’s more 1 am drawings for me tonight, yippee!

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.

a continuation. There is context I promise, but I think only one person has said fabled ‘context’, and she knows who she is. (It’s @risibledeer. *radio noises* Risi, mission status report, Joel has successfully been pied. Over and out. *more radio noises* Also sorry for tagging you in like half a million posts lol)

Joel, Joel, Joel. *shakes head sadly* You underestimate our power. Also I know this isn’t exactly how canon watcher lore works, (huge understatement lol), but I just figured the original intention was that we the viewers were the watchers so I kinda just rolled with that. We are annoying little eyeball ghosts who will pie you if you look away for a second lol. Anyway this silly comic took *checks notes* 3 and a half hours!? Wow why did I make this lol /silly im unreasonably proud of this stupid comic.

also: Risi you have infected me with your speech patterns I now feel compelled to end every sentence with ‘lol’ *resists urge to write lol again*

Jace Beleren is my favorite planeswalker, and I just read the most amazing character analysis of him as a trans man by @wielderofmysteries and I had to draw it! The writing was beautiful and meaningful, you should definitely go read it!

If I was a writer… (I literally sang that in my head to the tune of my favorite boat boys song lol) anyway thank you op for exploding my brain this will now be literally all I think about for the next ever.

for all the "only winners remember " fans out there: joel now remembers double life and etho doesnt. isn't that awesome?

I love the game Don’t Starve Together, even if I am absolute shit at it gameplay wise. I love the lore, and the art style, and the characters, and the dark humor. My favorite guy (lore wise) is Wes. I don’t play him though, on account of (again) me being completely dreadful at actually playing the game. But here is a wip of him.

He’s just a silly little guy who fell into the constant by mistake!

spent 5 hours on this y’all I’m tired.

I wasn’t trying to draw them but I got distracted ok? Regardless I’m actually so proud of how it came out this is very outside of my comfort zone but I think it’s really nice but everyone I showed it to said it was creepy and ugly or laughed please guys my ego has taken critical damage please encourage me.

also, unrelated, but a good piece of safety advice: if something is clearly labeled “LASER TUBE” do not touch it, ok? Getting laser’d hurts. I speak from recent personal experience.

gh,,, shadowrot or shiny duo for the soul perchance .... (or a false symmetry if you're feeling special)

(if you're still doing recs ofc !! sorry mobile tumblr hates when i look at your page i haven't a clue why 😭)

Edit since the cut is in an inconvenient spot: all the stuff I tagged is there I promise guys just scroll down

Absolutely I am! Here’s shiny duo:

Shadow rot: (this one is still kinda a sketch lol)

and False!

Also because I’m really proud of it, here’s the shiny duo drawing without the background and stuff:

Anyway sorry it took me so long to get to these, but thank you for the reqs!