Just A Fish

26/ They Them. Fanart blog

[k8linthedragon]

IF WEIRD WHY SO AWESOME? They both are so fun to draw thank you my shapes coverd in dots <3 Klek looks sooooo sticker-able i may have to clean these up l8er

HI KHN! i gotta do some loose sketches before i feel comfy doin a big piece of u bud

[jussafish]

I MADE STIKORS

SO if anyone wants one there vinyl 3x2in i decided to make em a lil bigger so it ended up more expensive. anywho I have about 15 im saving some for friends its first come first serve, if I run out you gotta wait till I make another order. If your in the US there 2.18usd If its international its 3.10usd for a international stamp I can take venmo, paypal, zelle. preferably venmo

The cost just covers postage and production cost xD I just want people to have a lil merch. PLZ dm me directly I wont check comments or inbox.

[jussafish]

YO

Hey fellas I forgot to link the community like a dumb ass, its open for all. heres the link its also visible now on the community tab~ im officially DONE with classes Ill be making a pinned post to organize our tags soon, I will also be looking for someone to help moderate/work on archiving interviews n stuff like that.

[jussafish]

Trying to show scale on one of the big plates. I think it’s about 23 inches across. V heavy when out on the end of a pipe ( and hot af

Omfg that's so cool, I had this moment in my early 20s being like... Yeah I'ma go do glass art XD it fell through there's no studios where I lived. I love glass art

[jussafish]

Absolute bloodbath for LA Ticketmaster WHAT DO YOU MEAN 40,000 IN LINE. qnq I'm trying to stay optimistic for the general sales .....

[jussafish]

Ayo should we make a tumblr community.... im so old school ive never made or used one tbfr....... but im shy and kinda wanna dink hcs around

[jussafish]

I wanted to doodle to establish a more solid look. I based it off of those fuck as birds the ibis✨ there so cute xD. AND LORE made up lore because we have so little to go off of. For my character, sona, person I was thinking they came to earth after the poitrine brothers got popular and there music ended back at there planet. Hearing through the grapevine of how nuts earth is they wanted to experience it themselves. Curious by humans art movements and pattern making for there own art, also experiencing earths own nature to influence there creations. There favorite art movements have been, symbolism, post impressionist, early Assyrian sculpture, East Asian woodblock, Mayan and Aztec works, bathroom stall graffiti, and tumblr fandom spaces.

[jussafish]

My finals are over✨✨✨✨ I’ve been sitting on doodles. The best thing about being into this band is aaaaallll the refs I get to doodle. Hands and there silhouettes are so fun to draw. Also I can’t help it I made a poitrine sona…… i hope I did them justice with the design I get so nervous participating in irl band fandoms but they said get creative in that interview how can I not. I have the summer to doodle I’m so happy. When the dust settles btw I’m making those stickers and will post about it.

[karangellc]

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[jussafish]

Im gonna make stickers✨✨✨✨✨ I made this weeks ago so I’m like I don’t like it anymore but I gotta commit. I might turn another sketch into a sticker or mini print. BUT I’m selling them but not for profit, I don’t feel comfortable doing that with such a new band it’s not cool to jump there success. I’ll leave it open to suggestions rn, I’m thinking if people Venmo me for postage and the cost of manufacturing I’ll send it over. Which is like .70 for a stamp and .80 for it to be made so like 1.50 xD. If your in Canada we’ll figure it out but postage might be more expensive . I just want to be able to give merch to people since there’s so little right now and have a community.

[imaginatorcreates]

Of Mistakes and Meandering Thoughts

27 April 2026 — 27 April 2026

Summary:

A talk about technical difficulties and nicotine. Featuring homesickness.

Word Count: 1k words

TW: Smoking

Author’s Note: You know something has gripped my braincells when I start churning out fics.

I was inspired by this art and ramble by @jussafish yet again! Community is a wonderful thing. I was also inspired by some tour videos that have popped up recently.

This is my obligatory message as a healthcare worker that smoking is addictive with no benefits to one's health, and it's never too late to quit.

Disclaimer: This is me playing around with the stage characters. There’s nothing intentionally related to their real identities here, and I don’t intend for there to be. Please respect their privacy and identities of the band, as per their terms and conditions.

(AO3 Link below, fic underneath the cut)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For beings devoid of the capacity to feel all forms of annoyance, it certainly doesn’t help that there seems to be many things occurring that a human would consider “an annoyance”. Of course, categorizing such is a difficult task due to said inability. But it doesn’t deter from the small itch that lingers just beneath the skin. It feels like a minor molt, something that’s easily picked off as the old layer flakes away.

Minor molts are unsubstantial things. The layers beneath are discolored for a few hours at most, and the atmosphere on Earth seems to increase the frequency at which they happen.

It doesn’t take away from the fact that they occur more often though.

Public rooftops are forbidden things in human culture for an odd reason. Their manager is gracious enough to schedule their tour with a few dates further apart to give them time to admire and explore humanity, but hotels making their rooftops prohibited is a step too far.

They manage to find a way. Nothing a little bit of time travel can’t fix if they get caught.

“Are those not bad for you?”

A shrug as some of the ashes are tapped off the burning end onto the rooftop ground. “I can read the warnings on the box.”

“Why do you continue?”

“I can reverse the damage.”

“That does not answer my questions.”

A pause as the lit cigarette is brought to the mouth, then a wordless exhale as the smoke puffs out in nauseating clouds. The scent clings to the older clothes that they wear, almost becoming embedded in the threads themselves. “Humans are fascinating creatures. They discover damaging properties in addictive substances. They market them and sell them. They become sick as a result.”

“Are you addicted to it?”

Another tap of ashes. “A little. It was a novel thing. The closest we have back home are what humans call incense sticks here, and even those do not rewire the brain’s synapses as strongly as nicotine.”

“But you can stop, correct?”

“It would require some help. Selective time travel to reverse the damage to the synapses and lungs. If you would provide assistance —”

“Of course I would.”

The evening air is cool, a hum coming from some hidden machinery somewhere on the roof. A tall fence curves inwards to deter falls to the parking lot below. Their parked van with all their supplies sits in front of the window of their assigned room.

“Hat off. Let me braid your hair.”

There’s no resistance, just a silent shuffle to the ground as the large hat is removed and knees are brought up to the torso.

He joins with crisscrossed legs, all eyes focused on the thick golden strands. There is nothing to tie it up, but he grabs several strands either way and twists them in threes. Over and twist, repeat the motion. When he grows bored, he frees the braid and detangles the strands before restarting.

“There were several technical issues tonight,” Khn finally says, cigarette still emitting smoke from the burning end. It remains trapped between two of his fingers, mimicking the images that the two see on the internet. “It feels like a minor molt.”

“But we did well,” Klek responds. “You managed to improvise. I remember when the change in gravity was still new to us. A drumstick slipped out of my grasp and threw off my rhythm.”

“I can accept one song, but two songs in the same show? The equipment is reliable, but it has shown its faults tonight.”

“And do you think a cigarette will help?”

“I know it will only make things worse, but it feels nice in a way. It reminds me of that candy we had back home, the long one that easily crumbles into powder.”

The fingers running through his hair pause. “I miss home,” Klek murmurs. “The beds here cannot compare to the ones at home. The human mattress is okay, but having divots in the walls to sleep is better.”

Khn twists some of his beard around his free hand, leaning backwards a little to give his brother a bit more hair to braid. “I do not think the gravity on Earth would allow for that.”

“I know. They do not have divots to sleep in, nor do they have the candy we used to consume.”

“Instead, they have mattresses and cigarettes.”

“One of which is better than the other.”

A sharp laugh breaks way into a warble before a vocalized click cuts through. “Will you assist in minor time travel then?”

“Will you stop if I do?”

“You already know the answer.” A drag. Smoke billows forth, the wind carrying it away from the other.

A sharp sound akin to the gnashing of teeth is the response. “As long as you stick around long enough to continue making music.”

“I will.”

Fingers deftly continue to mindlessly braid until he grows bored with the action and smoothens out the strands before Klek announces that he’s done. “Let us not disappoint the Golden Record gifted to us and rest now.”

Khn stands and stretches before dropping the cigarette on the ground and placing his hat back on. Klek swiftly stomps on it with his shoe, extinguishing the human-made thing before Khn picks it up to properly discard it. He taps the ground with his bare, polka-dotted foot before he asks, “Do you think that humans believe us when we say what we are?”

“No.”

“Does that make you feel like a minor molt?”

“Sometimes. But I think that our music is more important.”

“That is true. We are simply visiting and exploring what humanity has to offer.”

“I do enjoy the energy that they bring when they see us. It makes you want to keep doing it. They dance to an odd time signature.”

“What would you classify it as?”

“Humans ideally dance in five-four and seven-eight. As for classification, I am unsure.”

“That is acceptable. We have much to learn.”

[jussafish]

XD OMFG ANOTHA

[jussafish]

I’ve been having very strange dreams of silly aliens, I think part of it is just how visually appealing they are to the eye. I hope the bands proud of the art they make sound and visually it’s stunning.

Part of the dreams was because saw a sneak peak of a shirt design there gonna launch by one of there artists on insta, it’s like shape and floaty, it’s the best way to maybe describe where dimensional aliens are from. I’m gonna ramble about the band and HC’s under the cut this post will be so long.

I have a question for the fans, Khn smokes yes do we think a, smokes exist very normally on there planet, b, it feels like aliens mimiking humans, that’s like the bit yes there mimicking rockstars, so Khns just mimicking smoking for the look but he’s a alien it doesn’t effect him, c, he’s mimicking humans but got hooked xD

Also been thinking about gender, they wouldn’t have normal gender conventions if there from another planet right? If there mimicking rockstars it feels like drag sometimes, It’s so purposefully styled they brought up the double neck guitar as copying the look, the beard, long hair and masks have to be that to, it’s so slipknot, bucket head, every rockstar with long hair. A long winded way to say and I’m sure everyone else has noticed but to point out the fun parallels with drag and gender.

Anywho had a goodnight gummy and was really dizzy all night so my dreams were to. I was thinking if there from maybe a 4th dimension and that’s about time and stuff, we can’t fathom. I wonder if it’s because it’s a mix of fast and slow. 33 hour grocery trip right that’s so normal to them because they can actually tolerate it xD it doesn’t drag on to them. Sure everyone’s swarmed in there universe because everyone is famous but imagine it’s not like hoards of people but cuz there just moving at a different time than us and we can’t tolerate it, mentally. So it’s like I was there but they were moving so slow and like I was loosing my mind in the dream, usual dream stuff shift to there home it’s just shapes floating, and you could walk on any plane of that shape, walking on walls xD. Thee beds on the walls and it’s like, soft warm divits that’s just like cozy xD

ALSO MY GF SAID BRAIDING HAIRS GEY. Idk about you but I would braid my friends hair all the time xD I’d like to hope there alien sibling bond is great and can braid hair together. Maybe kleks a shy alien and under he’s got hair like Khn…

Guys I swear I’m not crazy just extremely enthusiastic and my superpower is lore building off of scraps. This ain’t got anything to do with the band I’m really just thinking out loud some thoughts Ives been having. If they drop lore and I look like a dumb ass ey thats life as a fan xD

[imaginatorcreates]

Of Biology and Banter

25 April 2026 — 26 April 2026

Summary:

A talk about molting and music while rotting on the couch. Featuring mild sibling shenanigans.

Word Count: 1k words

TW: None

Author’s Note: Hey, I'm back with yet another niche fic. This one was harder to write out for some reason. I listened to a lot of "Project Hail Mary" OST while writing this (fantastic movie and music, still waiting on the book from my library).

This was inspired by a few posts on Tumblr, specifically this art by @jussafish (which gave me inspirations for poses described here) and this costume evolution by @lost-on-the-highway (which gave me the idea of them molting).

Disclaimer: This is me playing around with the stage characters. There’s nothing intentionally related to their real identities here, and I don’t intend for there to be. Please respect their privacy and identities of the band, as per their terms and conditions.

(AO3 Link below, fic underneath the cut)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s clear that no one knows how to sit on the couch properly.

Then again, it’s also clear that no one particularly minds nor cares enough to correct the other. They are beings devoid void of the capacity to feel all forms of annoyance, after all. After spending only a few hours getting groceries and leaving the rest of their day free with no pre-planned activities, they have yet to stumble upon the type of boredom that itches at the body and mind with the need for any type of stimulation.

The shift of fabric on the couch’s exterior is the only indication that they are still awake. For one of them, the toes wiggle and fingers tap on the abdomen. A head adorned with thick yellow hair akin to yarn and a large hat turns towards the other.

“Klek,” a garbled voice says. “Klek. Klek. Klek.” The name of the other repeats until it fills the silence of the living space at a steady interval, akin to a metronome or an analog clock’s second hand.

A long moment passes.

“Khhhhhhhhhn,” the other lowly drones out, shifting a bit in position to stretch. “Khn.”

“Did I wake you?”

“Barely.”

“I apologize.”

“It is accepted.”

A hum of acknowledgment before silence fills the room once again. Then, the quiet noise of movement replaces the silence as Khn pulls himself up from laying upside down on the couch and curls his legs around the cylindrical head of his brother. Humans would call this a ‘piggyback’, yet the origin of the word seems quite unknown. Not to mention, it isn’t a true piggyback; Klek isn’t carrying Khn, merely supporting the other’s weight.

“What are you doing?” Klek asks.

“I am giving you an improvised hug,” Khn replies as he gives the golden pyramid atop Klek’s head a small tap. “I do not wish to join you on the floor with my legs crisscrossed like you, but I wish to engage in acknowledgment of you.”

“How kind.” Klek lets his brother shift a bit to find a comfortable position, most of his weight still on the couch itself. The television is off (the news is less desirable to learn about at the moment), though they could’ve turned on the radio to fill the room with some music. But, seeing as how he is currently trapped by the whims of his brother, the radio will have to wait.

“We should get more vinyls,” Khn says. “Our collection should grow. We could send some back home too, if we wish.”

“Would the players at home suffice for the records?”

“Some adjustments may have to be made, but we could add a message.”

“Then you have to get off me.”

“No.”

They exist there in comfortable stillness for a bit longer. Then, Khn removes his hat and sets it down in front of Klek. “The material these are made of is much better than before.”

“It still looks a bit worn down, but that could be because of the atmosphere and weather on Earth.”

“And our journey.”

“Get down here.”

This time Khn obeys, though he does it though returning to his previous position of laying upside down on the couch. Klek gives an exaggerated “Ahem” before he applies a bit of pressure to Khn’s nose, causing it to wiggle upon release and his brother to laugh at the action. “You look better. The molt you had recently made did you a lot of favors.”

“However, you got a bit shorter. And your upper eyes changed.”

“I do not think humans mind too much. They look at the ones in my mouth instead.”

“Because they look more similar to their own. That is a bit rude of them, but I do not think they know any better.”

“That is because their mouths are the source of their breathing and vocal communication. They cannot wordlessly vocalize like us.”

“A shame, but that would explain why their mouths are less rigid. Coming down,” Khn announces as he slides off the couch and sits up to match Klek’s seating position. Klek, on the other hand, shifts so his arms rest on his knees, which are pulled up and closer to his torso.

“You have arrived,” Klek says. “Welcome.”

Khn gives a nod back.

“Our manager called us recently. He said that we have sold out in several countries.” It doesn’t matter which set of eyes Klek uses to properly gauge Khn’s reaction. It’s clear even with the golden dollar signs that he has floating in front of them.

(“Made to mimic those silly human glasses with weird shapes.”

“It looks weird.“

“Eyes are weird.“)

“Human enjoy our music, even when they do not fully understand it.”

“Some of them understand parts of it. Human musicians seem to understand it more than anyone else.”

“Because they understand the art of it.”

“And the math.”

“The math is integral to the music.”

“Do you believe that humans think that math and art can be entwined?”

“I would like to hope so.”

“Have you seen the pictures from their most recent space exploration?”

“That I have. We have missed them up there.”

“I like it here for now. There are hot dogs. And sardines. And many triangular shapes.”

“We arrive in peace, and bring music with us.”

“And that is our focus. The music.”

“I think that is something that humans cannot fully understand. They frequently focus on appearances.”

“But we cannot do much about that.”

“That is true. We can only continue to make and play music for them.”

“At least that is achievable.”

A pause, then the two stretch. “I feel like having sardines for dinner,” Klek says as he wiggles his fingers and cracks his knuckles.

“There is a place that sells anchovies on pizza.”

“What are anchovies?”

“They are like sardines. I think.”

“You call them.”

“But I called our photographer last time.”

“I look at humans for you, and you talk to humans for me.”

“Deal. Calling now.”

[jussafish]

Omfg I'm so flattered this is amazing. I have to doodle them more now. I read it over like 3 times now XD

[jussafish]

THE POITRINE BROTHERS!!! THE ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL TO ME. Khn be hitting the strangest poses I can only imagine he’s the rowdy sibling. Extremely fun to draw them, I think it’s because they scare me a lil. Mildly uncanny but so visually pleasing.

Hi it’s been like a year I wonder if anyone is still here, I’m sorry to the RE fans that followed me I moved across state, started school and recently found these precious beings. There’s not enough art of them i love them so much i might clean these sketches up later. I might also clean up my blog I’ve made so much since starting school and wanna share it.

[jussafish]

AAAAA ARTFIGHT ART FIGHT ME DOOOO IIIIIIT. This year I will focusing on other RE ocs and soul eater also just cool designs. i will try my best to be participating daily, I cant guarantee a revenge depending how many and I wont do a chain for my hands sake XD.

[zarstarss]

cringe is dead, modern au where they’re both socially hopeless losers

[jussafish]

Do you do commissions,, I adore your drawing of re6 Leon and was wondering if I could commission you for a vendetta Leon drawing 👉🏻👈🏻

I will take them when im not busy, I dont have a commission sheet so just feel free to send a dm and we can talk about it~