"Sera un reencuentro inesperado en noche azul... si, ya lo veras..."
Toontown: Corporate Clash oriented blog for a tortured poet who knows a bit too much about psychoanalysis and lawbots.
Ajax | 25 | They/Them | Midnight Gumdroppop
"Cuando me gire entre la gente seras tú... si, ya lo veras..."
" In the psychology of the modern civilized human being, it is difficult to overstate the significance of the house. " — ANATOMY by Kitty Horrorshow
The Manor of Butterflies | A chat
“... I admit, I didnt expect visitors after the ´’tour’”
“Is that what you call leading us through this place into a bar?”
The manor was not a place to be discovered by choice. Hypnos knew it when the vast mass of the unconscious found them, almost begging for a place to call home. And they who never knew of home, recognized an orphaned child when they saw one.
That didnt mean, the Manor would come untouched.
Cogs Inc had been caring enough to take them in, 'The Consultant', they called them, for what they could offer them in terms of Robot Resources, another slab in the system that they expected would keep things hush hush. It was a power they took and studied, within what felt fair, the rest?
“Hah… I guess I should’ve expected eskepticism from someone like you, Nikanor Lebedev…”
It all came with just stepping into the walls of a place unknowingly forgotten by everyone.
“... What, did you just call me?” The Blamestormer was not the first one to enter, that would entail ignoring the team of generalists that had entered the Manor under the guise of a challenge.
What would happen if the past looked at them in the eye? The answer came in the form of the Bondholder, picked apart by Hypnos, someone they knew wouldnt have qualms in accepting a call for danger. The thought felt funny, if not a bit uncomfortable when Hypnos mused on it for a moment.
“Nikanor Lebedev, Celebrity Lawyer, you’re native from Rossvintik, a single child." But their focus was on someone else right now, and they didnt need much to push their point forward "You studied law, and fell into the spotlight when one of your clients happened to be a celebrity, prominent at that… You have many studies regarding not only law but also philosophy, suitpology, and sociology… You’ve investigated the human mind in the same way a psychoanalyst would, and yet… You’re skeptical of the one place that holds the answer you’ve sought for so long…”
“You have no right-”
“And you have no right to call me anything other than The Architect from now on if you wish me to call you by a title, and only that."
The air was cold when they cut through his voice. A man that so fervently found power in pointing fingers, suddenly having one pointed at him. There was some irony in the situation, someone on a lesser position pushing a big wolf back into its shed, Hypnos' gaze piercing into his own, as if they could reach past his goggles into who was truly judging them.
"If you want to separate the land that surrounds us, so be it. You demand respect in the name of a wall… And I will honor that wall by sitting outside of it, and shaping the world on my side to your parameters. You know exactly why I will do that, dont you, Blamestormer?”
“...”
Hypnos hands tapped into the table with gentleness, waiting, quietly, and Nikanor stood nearby, as if studying the moment, pondering if this was truly worth the hassle.
“... You may take a seat if you wish to indulge in a conversation about how I know this" They added in, gaze lost in the darkness of the small spot, hidden from the rest of the Manor's bar, only covered by a folding screen. "How I know your name without having ever touched your file within the compartments of the Robot Resources of Cogs Inc., and you may take a seat… if you wish to question me”
“What is the catch?” His question came through, chosing to play their game, and with a pull of a chair, he'd sit in front of them.
“None. You ask, I answer. I do, however, offer you something… A drink… There is no price tag in this place, the Manor does not feed off of money” They commented lightly, leaning back into their chair gently, relaxing.
“... It feeds off memories…” He noted, as if the pieces were slowly fitting into place.
“You’re starting to understand”
“Not quite. I dont think I can ever understand you, nor this place. If it wasnt for Change Agent’s insistence and you entrapping Bondholder in your own mind games, I doubt we’d be having this conversation”
“Oh, but you too wanted this conversation, did you not? Look… Cattell has come to bring us our drinks… A cup of Syrah from me, from the coastal plain of my home country… A taste I recognize so well… A nostalgic memory, a childhood not properly lived…”
“...”
The glass cup was seated in the table, slowly filled with the wine in question as Jung trailed their fingers over the bottom rim, as if studying the shape before taking hold of it, and seeing hospitality be situated in front of him.
“For you, a bottle of Vodka, homemade…" They noted, not looking up from their wine, not yet. "I can read much into it, but I can see its cold, freezing… I can see the snow and I can see the rivers cackling with balls of ice… I can see regret… and I can see desire”
“Dont you dare play your mind tricks with me, Architect…” He spat back, however, and the Architect could only chuckle with ease.
“Is it a mind trick when I am just reaching into your mind? Your wall is not as sturdy as you think it is, Blamestormer… But Im not forcing any cracks, if they reveal truths to me then so be it… But if they dont, then they may do so one day… Until then… I toast to this connection… Fruitful or not, may the rivers only be stained red with wine…”
“...”
A lifted hand holding a cup, waiting for another, a cup of ice filling itself with a bit of vodka that he begrudingly took.
“Salud?”
“... Za vstrechu…”
Cheers.
“...”
“...”
“... Your voice… Speaking your motherly tongue… Its such a lovely sound…”
“What are your plans with the Bondholder?”
And back into the formality of what felt comfortable and not personal.
“Richter Callahan… Wouldnt it be best if I showed you?”
“Answer the question”
“You wouldnt believe me… You dont even believe thats his name… But it is… A living weapon, child of many yet only the one that rose above the rest… There is darkness I’ve yet to indulge in, because I want to see it unfold on his own… I want to see it flourish in its own right… If I told you now what I know about the Bondholder… How he has a sister long forgotten by psyche, voiceless like porcelain yet leading an orchestra to carry her own plight… How he loved with such might, you’d think it’d be a force that would have kept such bond safe… A pity… I know you know that there is someone in this room who is intrinsically linked to him… someone that feeds the distance they have, and for a good reason…”
“Then why bring us all here?”
The moment became still for few seconds, Hypnos tasted the wine in their lips, like blood dripping from a pomegranate as the Blamestormer stared on forward, almost as if studying for any opening.
“Because this land carries only good memories… stable ones… It feeds off our…?”
“...”
“... Say it.”
As if this land was his to control.
“Im not-” He started stepping back.
“We have a deal” But their voice came sharp, cold.
“... Psyche”
And the bargain was fulfilled a first time.
“And said Psyche is not just light, but also shadows… However, when said shadows are yet again pushed back, when they cannot find a place to hide, mutate, disguise and hop into the front…”
Technical, sharp, cold... Their eyes studied his this time, but the light clouded any chance at discerning further emotions besides his eyebrows shifting ever so slightly.
“... Oh cog… You… You’ve brought us in-”
“The unconsciousness and what lies inside it is only dangerous and scary if you allow it to be… Trust me… I know…" Their smile attempted to be calm and peaceful, understanding, but it came wrong in the shadows of the land "I’ve been here for a while, I am the Architect of this land… I gave your darkest deepest memories and desires a place to stay, take root and become comfortable to be faced and healed… Richter is just the start… Just the one whom I chose for various reasons… But perhaps you shouldnt ask me that… Perhaps he has the answer that question seeks…”
“...”
“... I’ll be around, Blamestormer… Whether you use my title or name, I truly dont care, to me you’re not an enemy, nor is the Bondholder, the Change Agent, the Pitchman or the Greenwasher… To me you’re just a constellation I need to figure out the pieces to… Whoever comes first, whoever comes last… Only time will tell, and the relationships that bloom from it… well… Can you feel that? The scent of lemon… Lemon Geranium to be exact… Blooming from your bottle and reaching into mine…”
…
They didnt need to lift their eyes to know he had left, the scrapping of a chair, the clinking of ice on glass, the steps of heavy feet. They pressed their fingers on the bottom of the wine cup, quietly, gently, and when they lifted their eyes, the flowers seemed to shyly lean forward into their own cup. It was cute, really, they leaned as if calling them forward, as if taking in the scent of alcohol blended with citrus.
“... I’ll be there for you in a bit, Blamestormer, then we can continue our conversation… For now… May the Manor have mercy on him.”
Lemon Geranium P. Limoneum
Hybrid flower from the Pelargonium Crispum species. Lemon Geranium, while often having a citrusy scent, has also been noted to have hints of lemon, lime, rose, strawberry or cinnamon.
It can be used as a repellent, in cuisine, and in aromatherapy for its scent.
In flower language, it often means friendship, loyalty, and unexpected meetings.
I did answer like... 4 questions, which are Peony, Angel's Face, Everlasting Daisy and Snowdrop, but while I work on art and conceptualizing some chars, shoot your shot!
obligatory post to say queue has been updated for one comm, 3 out of 8 now... been advancing slowly but not so much on words written which is nice tbh, the chapter i worked on today was really really fun
will need to look for assets soon... and work on others for the other one...
next week is my last "free" week since the week of 3rd of august we have to get our schedules for this semester, wild how quickly time has flown and how much I've done in this time
im mostly happy i've been able to advance on comms more than i have, hopefully i can keep the momentum going (mostly been mixing in different works to not burnout on one lone story/artwork)
this semester we're allegedly going to see indesign (allegedly, and im not that excited about it considering our teacher isnt that, good, and indesign i've heard can be a bitch to work with); and that means being able to maneuver through editorial work! books! iirc... Im excited!!
I have high hopes for the worldbuilding document im creating, a mixture of my profession as psychologist and my new career as graphic designer so its fun, already has been fun creating names for scholars in the doc (Botnick, E. is honestly my favorite thus far and yes thats a wink at a certain char).
idk, just thought of rambling for a bit, right now my focus on work is obviously the comms and now the world building on connections and brief topic of identity (since the brunt of it is saved for a psyche doc). Really excited.
Under the cut you'll find a concept for the worldbuilding doc, to keep it "spoilered" if anyone wants to keep it in the bg, i know i said I wouldnt share much of the worldbuilding doc but I could show pictures of the process as i conceptualize things.
taken as a screencap from my tablet and twitter has done its share of further pixelating this, but this is a concept for the cover of the document, a poster showcasing different cogs that will make an appearance in the document, very simple, do need to pass this into affinity for clean up.
from top to bottom the cogs are: Galazio Sauternes [Big Cheese], Cattell [Shyster], Pyrosis Sancoeur [Ambulance Chaser], Narcisse (Left is Prima, Right is Caelum) [Double Talker], Pollux [Circuit Breaker] and Huey Lewis [Telemarketer].
Been planning further iconography and pictures... For example for areas like this one
Ok, thats all you're getting from the (old) doc for now, who knew i'd be doing thesis-esque work for a game... Well thats on worldbuilding.
Ah, Break the Law, what an important event for the history of Corporate Clash. The first time the Cogs were given names and personality beyond "evil business robot", allowing for far more characters to be introduced later down the line. If we didn't have Atticus Wing, we wouldn't have all the managers today. Happy Death Day, Atticus and Elvis. For such a special occasion, I decided to redraw one of the BtL artworks but with some tweaks.
Wip | Fractured Systems — Family, Connections and Identity*
Probably the only wip you'll see of this document, which is a rewrite of another doc I was preparing, basically making it more academical. Hope you have your apa citations ready when the consultant Jung Klein drops this (which, may take a lot of time).
Worldbuilding time babyyyyy
*Not full name, also yes all citations will have actual references. Graphics are planned for the document as it will be less a proper paper and more a chapter in a book with academic paper elements.
I've been working on a personal cogs worldbuilding document for my own toontown continuity for the past few days. it will delve into things like their anatomy and culture, from clothing to the way their society is structured. here are some illustrations I've made.
I'm also handling documents and preparing tools for my research on the side, so things have been rather hectic.
queue has been updated, one comm has been further advanced and 1 worldbuilding project has been updated whereas a new one has entered queue as prepwork for future writing.