sometimes I think “this picture should have space in the background” and then I get out of control and SPACE space SPAAAAAAAAAAAACE
This morning I was holding a hair tie and I looped it around a big button on the front of my shirt while I brushed my teeth and thought to myself “I’d better not forget that there and wear it all day at work”
GUESS WHAT HAPPENED
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hahahaha I enjoy this a lot you should go look at it.
hahaha oh my god i drew this
robot aspirin (as a name)
—this is a note to myself that I saved on my computer. what does it mean? what prompted it? what is wrong with me?
Also, Becky!
Also, ahahahahahaha I did not realize right up until I drew them one after the other that they are total opposites visually speaking and man I bet people stare when they walk around together. I don’t think I did that on purpose but who knows, I forget these things sometimes.
If you were wondering what I meant when I said the imaginaries “hollow out” without their people, this is basically what Lysander looked like when Becky first found him. It took a while before he got to looking like a real person, and if they spend too much time apart he starts to gradually stretch out like that again.
Ok sorry I’m getting out of control here I’ll stop now no let’s face it I’m not stopping. You’re stuck with me like this.
I mentioned here that one of the weird features of Fenton and Nelsey’s story is that if you forget about an imaginary friend it also ends up in the Forgotten as if it were a person, and I said maybe I’d go into more detail about it so I figured why not do it now, so here is a quick, sketchy draw of Lysander.
The imaginaries are a kind of an anomaly in that when they’re Forgotten they spontaneously gain a physical body, as the mechanics of the world don’t know how to deal with a totally nonphysical entity. In their proper state they look however they’re meant to be imagined, but without their people they start to hollow out and turn more like empty, caricature-ish dolls and then like sketched, barely-physical ghosts. They all have blank eyes like that. The vast majority of them just shamble around the world aimlessly. Most people are afraid of them.
Lysander and his person, Becky, travel with Nelsey and Fenton for a while. Becky isn’t his original person, of course, but it is occasionally possible for them to form a new bond that’s almost as good as the first one. Certain enterprising people use the imaginaries for cheap labor, and Becky found Lysander working at a trash-sorting plant and bought him because she felt sorry for him. He’s very protective of her, and Fenton and Nelsey both find him creepy, but she assures them that he’s really very pleasant to talk to.
Imaginaries can only talk to the person they’re bonded to, so if Lysander wants to say anything to the other characters he has to write it down. He has really beautiful handwriting.
evangelinegarreau replied to your photo: I never understand what you mean when you say your drawing is unfortunate
Ah no, I mostly meant what I was saying here about this being a Really Awkward Transitional Period of his life. I actually like how this one turned out! But like seriously Fenton you’re going to have to do some work on those arms, that’s not going to get you anywhere.
You know what while we’re at it let’s just make this into Gratuitous Fenton Facts Post because I never actually say what his deal is and that would probably make more sense.
I usually draw Fenton as basically a human with funny-looking eyes and ears but, trivia time, his “true form” is actually this ridiculous hairless cat thing. He hasn’t looked like this in quite a while, but it took him a few years of work to shift into a reasonably human form. The in-between stages were pretty unfortunate (the first time he tried to give himself plantigrade feet he didn’t really understand how it worked and when he stood up he just screamed and fell over).
I actually did the sketch for this a few months ago but when I went looking for it now I was like “Didn’t I do that drawing of Fenton, ah yes this is probably- oh UGH NO” and I had to redo all the ink lines and colors.
once in eighth grade my friends and I laughed for something like five days straight about the phrase “baskets and firkins”
Drawin’ some kind of magical girl.
There’s a layer on this that I keep turning on and off where ribbons come out of the bows on her hands and feet and swirl around her but every time I look at it with them I hate it, I think it’s ruining the movement of the whole thing and I might have to do without the ribbons, which is the saddest thing.
Also I can’t decide about that collar; it’s not supposed to be transparent like that but I think it kind of looks weird when you can’t see the line of the shoulders. I don’t know.
Haha man I don’t know what my deal is, I can draw a person in excruciating detail if they’re sitting in front of me, and then I can draw this, but if I try to go anywhere in between everything goes horribly awry.
oh my god I think I’m… learning??
One time my friend told me that when her elementary school class would play Oregon Trail she and her friends would always name one person in their party “my ass,” just because it made the inevitable death scenes funnier.
“My ass has fallen off the wagon and been crushed.”
“My ass has been bitten by a rattlesnake.”
“My ass was attacked by a cougar.”
Actually now that I’m thinking about it I did basically the same thing when I realized you could change the names of the players in Hearts. As a result, “waiting for my butt to move” became a long-running inside joke between me and a few of my cousins.
