Made this animation in Blender as a tribute to all the mini games and fun battles with Tenna from Chapter 3! The new designs and costumes were a delight, so I couldn't help but model all of them and turn everything into an animation in 3D! 📺
I don't believe I've mentioned this yet, but I’ve started a new day job a bit ago. By nature of this position, I’ve got 40 hours a week to listen to whatever music/podcast/audiobooks I please — and I’m already running out of content, haha. (I found about 12 new favorite songs and tired them out in a week!!) If any of y’all have audio-based recs, please do share!
Happy pride month! Also, anniversary month of my nearing-2-years-long Jekyll and Hyde hyperfixation. In its honor, I would like to share something stupid I made when I first got obsessed with this book at my grandma's house: The Sinister Potion.
(named after obviously, the transformation potion, and also that one meme with Markiplier. My sibling and I couldn't stop parroting this phrase.)
It's a very basic drink made with lemonade and sliced cherries, because my grandma happened to have both and I had brainrot. I normally don't buy cherries because I don't like them much, but I do really like my fancy fruit concoction, enough to get nostalgic again for it this summer! My only woe is that it's not green, since that's the color of the complete potion, or half-and-half, because that'd be sick as hell. Alas.
Ok I've now seen it five times so here are some of my favourite Paul centric details from the West End run of The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals that aren't in the proshot. Not all of them are things that he does consistently, some I've only seen once or twice:
•When he goes to Beanies for the first time in the show, he would check his breath and fiddle with his cuffs while Emma argued with Nora
•After the Godspell jokes both he and Emma would realise how close they had gotten to one another and turn quickly away
•Mouthing Emma's name to himself in the mirror while he gets ready before Lah Dee Dah Dah Day
•Scrabbling for the phone during What Do You Want, Paul? when Mr Davidson wheels him around the desk (at one show he accidentally threw it half off the desk instead)
•Arguing with Pete and Eugene during Cup of Roasted Coffee while he tries to get Emma's attention. (Especially enjoyed him mouthing "It's me, Paul" as if she'd forgotten in the thirty whole seconds since they spoke last)
•Dyslexic Paul Matthews!!! Their whole back and forth of when they're going through the alleyways after escaping from Beanies. Shout out to the one show where Emma also said she wouldn't take advice from a man in a suit
•Shielding Emma and Bill with his arms outstretched during Show Me Your Hands
•When Emma grabs his knee during their heart-to-heart at Hidgens's house, he would unconsciously run his hand over the same spot afterwards
•Paul squaring up to Sam during Join Us And Die and immediately getting punched in the face
•The very whiny and pathetic 'what the fuck' he lets out while lying on the floor after Not Your Seed. (In the proshot you can see him mouthing the words but it's muted and I'm upset about it)
•Tilting Emma's face towards him when they're being circled by the military in America is Great Again
OC time!
This is Knight. he's an amorphous protozoic mass that pilots an empty suit of armor. A real whizz at the halberd too.
Wants to make friends but usually ends up spooking them. Humans can be so terribly complicated!
I keep thinking about Eridians and Rocky’s gem from Adrian and his celebration outfit.
The little stone rocky had from adrian was literally in his arm, and it made me think about Grace getting a stone like that from Rocky, which lead to me wondering if Grace could have it in his skin somehow. Earrings. Earrings would be perfect for this.
I was ALSO thinking about Rocky’s celebration outfit- who’s to say Grace can’t have something similar? Celebration jewellery for the local alien! Earrings that dangle and make pretty sounds when Grace moves.
The people demand answers, I see. @point-two-two @aspennntree
So you may recognize the name Leonard Nimoy from his most iconic role, Spock in Star Trek (the original series). A lesser-known role of his is this charming fellow:
Dr. Jekyll as featured in The Pagemaster. Now this is relevant because in The Glass Scientists volume 1 commentary, Sage explains that Hyde’s blondeness comes from this very movie.
Since the actual coloring of the character didn’t actually leave the striking impression of blonde, I can also assume the stunning voice performance of Leonard Nimoy was responsible instead.
(In all seriousness, the blonde probably came from the main character here instead.)
“This means… of Rocky, possessive. Of the speaker.”
“My.”
“Correct. But only for names.”
“So you’re calling me…?”
Rocky repeats the word: “My Grace. Yes.”
“Are there other Graces? Why do you need to specify?”
Rocky considers this, tapping his xenonite-encased claws idly against the floor.
“No other Grace,” Rocky says. “We just do this.”
“Like an honorific,” Grace guesses. “It goes before everyone’s name? Everyone you know?”
Rocky whirs in surprise. “No, no, no. Not at all.”
“Okay, then who? What makes me qualify?”
Rocky is silent for a moment.
“...Does this offend Grace?” he asks, voice lower.
Grace blinks. “No! I don’t think so. Is there a reason to be offended?”
“Good,” Rocky says, relieved. Grace is starting to recognize what Eridian relief sounds like. “No, no reason.”
“Who else do you call that?”
“You don’t have this on Earth?”
Grace considers. What for, friends? He couldn’t call Marissa “my Marissa.” That would be weird.
“I still don’t know what it means,” he settles on. “So I couldn’t tell you.”
Rocky groans in frustration. He’s a very impatient tutor. “We just say it.”
“Are you my Rocky?” Grace asks. He hits the two keys to make the my note.
“I don’t know!” Rocky says. “You decide this.”
“I decide? Who do you use it for?”
“You. Adrian. I will use it for my pebbles.”
Grace blinks. “So few?”
Rocky shifts. “I am… you do not have the word yet. Eridian who works alone often, not close to many other Eridians.”
“What, mechanical engineer?”
Rocky chitters. “Acceptable.”
“Is Adrian your only friend?”
Rocky draws back, like he’s taken offense. “I have friends. Coworkers. But different.”
So just Adrian. And him.
“This worries you,” Rocky says.
“Adrian is your mate,” Grace points out. “I’m not your mate.”
“Correct. You are not. You do not like to be a mate.”
Grace isn’t sure how to respond to that, so he ignores it.
“I’m your friend,” Grace says.
Rocky hesitates, for a second. “...Correct.”
“Like your coworkers.”
“No.”
Grace sighs, rubbing his hand across his face. Okay, maybe that’s fair. It’s not like he felt about any of his coworkers like he feels about Rocky.
“Best friend,” Grace amends. “You’re my best friend, too.”
Rocky hums. “Acceptable.”
“Just acceptable? Now you are offending me. Can you just explain?”
This makes Rocky fall silent for a minute longer than usual. Grace is half-ready to apologize and to say let’s move on and to retype his own name without the superfluous my.
“The Earth ‘best friend’ is not strong enough,” Rocky says finally. “It does not translate this way.”
Grace runs his fingers through his hair, a little nervous, for some reason. “Okay.”
“It is…” Rocky pauses. He has to pause more often, now that they’re not using the translator, to simplify his language. “It means that I am not Rocky without my Grace. You are part of… of the whole. When I wake up, I think of you. When I work. When I eat. When I think I am going to die.”
Rocky speaks slowly, but it’s still a lot of Eridian for Grace to grasp all at once. Even as he works out the sentences in his head, he can feel hot tears rising in his eyes.
“It means that when you are sick, I am sick,” Rocky continues. “And it means I will take care of you, because taking care of you is taking care of myself.”
Grace bunches up his sleeve, wiping it across his face, blinking furiously.
Rocky’s voice is soft. “So Grace is part of Rocky. Grace is like a cell. You see? My Grace.”
Grace is quiet, for a moment, trying to get himself together. When he speaks, his voice is shaky.
“...Oh.”
Rocky hums, pressing his carapace gently against Grace’s arm. “You are leaking. Does this make you sad?”
Grace shakes his head, sniffing, crossing his arms across his knees and resting his chin on his sleeves. “Not at all.”
“Good, good.”
“I feel like that,” Grace mumbles. “Just like that. Just exactly—exactly like that.”
“About your old mate?”
“Don’t act stupid. You know I’m talking about you.”
Rocky hums, burrowing closer. Grace curls one arm around his carapace. That’s not enough, so he leans over, dropping his head down so his forehead presses against the xenonite.
“My Rocky,” Grace whispers in English.
“My Grace,” Rocky echoes in Eridian. Grace can recognize the note at the start. He will add it when he plays Rocky’s name.
“How long have you called me that?” Grace asks. “Must’ve been a while. I didn’t notice it change.”
I did sketch this earlier with some advice from my cool followers. Might have to squish everything more just so the chair is lower and easier to reach but! A cool think into how the inside might work mayhaps
