guys what is up with my feed I open tumblr and see a bunch of art of this rock-trantula thing in a ball and some guy who looks like he has a 9-5 and is at least slightly mentally unwell
the others being sketches are totally supposed to be the equivelent of how the others were kinda faded into the backround and def not me being lazy trust /sil
This is my Payjay fic called Payjay fic where they argue
Who guessed um featuring oj paper and mentions of like some other people but they don’t matter (poppy metag and cabby and suitcase)
It’s like 1376 words and yeah enjoy I DONT take criticism unless it’s like grammar stuff also not explicitly human or object so yeah
“And is it not suspicious that Poppy- who came out of nowhere which is already weird in itself- is somehow friends with Metag, an employee of Steve cobs!!??”
Paper lifted a glass to his lips, and added on before he took a sip “oh and don’t get me started on their convenient ability to work on mechanical stuff, or whatever they did with bot”
OJ took a heavy breath “I hear you Paper, I do, but we need to be a little more opened minded to them… until we have solid proof, they are in the same boat as all of us.”
Paper fiddled with his hands, “but- how can we be sure? I-“
“Hey look I know,” OJ reassured, moving to take the wine glass from Paper and sitting it on the nightstand, “I’m still a little confused myself but I’m… trying my best to be a leader for us all, and you.”
Papers hand founds OJs face in the dim room, “you are OJ… you’re doing a great job- better than me”
Papers hand dropped to the mattress and he folded his arms cautiously, “but I don’t see why I had to be on a team with the two of them, they’re the reason we lost!”
“Oh come on, honestly what is so important about this game? It’s not like there’s a prize or anything… you should stop stressing over it.”
OJ took the wine bottle of the bed and set it on the nightstand along side Papers glass, “like trust me I get it… I really wanted to win season one but that was for a million dollars… this is for- nothing.”
“Well-“ Paper stammered “you don’t get it OJ… you have what so many people want right now”
“And what’s that?” OJ questioned, leaning against the backboard of the bed and patting the spot next to him.
Paper reluctantly sat next to him, an annoyed sigh leaving him. “Well, you have respect from people first of all, and you get to be in charge of like-everything! It’s a little frustrating that you get all of that just for winning the season.”
OJ thought for a moment, turning to Paper more sincerely.
“You really feel that way?”
“I mean…” Paper shrugged, “I don’t know…”
“You can be honest with me…” OJ said, but his own voice faltered.
“Im not trying to upset you or anything, and if you want me to be honest you probably deserve it more than anyone else OJ, you’ve been a really hard worker for your whole life, but- that can get to some people like uh- let’s say Jack, who… isn’t exactly fond about the idea of not winning.”
Paper tried to speak again but decided to clear his throat instead, reaching over for the wine on the nightstand instead.
“I think you had enough for one night Paps,” OJ said with a nervous laugh, gently putting a hand on Papers arm.
Paper studied his face, “are you- scared?”
“Uh- no” OJ quickly corrected, avoiding Papers eyes, “I just don’t want you to stay up real late and be tired tomorrow, you know?”
“Actually,” OJ added, grabbing the wine bottle and the box it had come in, sliding it under the bed, “why don’t we just put that away for now- you know for- yeah.”
“What’s your problem, why are you acting so weird?” Paper interrogated, turning OJs face with his hand to be facing him, “you’re hiding something, what is it?”
“I’m not.” OJ said, too quickly, the obvious lie painful in his own mouth.
“You’re lying- why are you lying to me?” Paper said, his tone turning from concern to anger, “we don’t keep secrets OJ, so whatever this is you’re gonna tell me right now!”
“Paper- stop! I have my reasons- and I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough!”
Paper and OJ sat in the awkward silence, before Paper shook his head and got out of the bed, “I can’t do this right now OJ, you’re not yelling at me over some cheap wine, I’m going to the living room”
“Paper-“ OJ pleaded, following after him, “I’m sorry,”
“You always say you’re sorry OJ.”
The words hit OJ hard, his words growing harsh again
“You’re overreacting! You’re making nothing into something you know-“ OJ persisted, following Paper to the door
“Me? I’m the one overreacting? Why don’t you just tell me what’s wrong with you!? How can I trust you when you won’t even tell me something as futile as why you don’t want me drinking?!”
“It’s not just- it’s not just you Paper! It’s the both of us! If you would just actually listen instead of getting all defensive you would know I said that!”
Paper slammed the bedroom door, making OJ swear and swat at his arm
“Could you calm down?! You’re gonna wake everyone up!” OJ whispered aggressively
“When you tell me what’s wrong I’ll ‘calm down!’”
OJ struggled with his words, resulting to a heavy groan as he drug his hand down his face and leaned against the door
Paper stared at him, his vision getting blurry with tears as he slumped down the wall opposite of OJ
“It’s not just this,” Paper mumbled, his throat stinging and his own blinking making tears run down his face
OJs eyes found Paper instantly, after staring down the hallway solumnly in an attempt to clear his head “sweetheart- please don’t cry- I-“
“It’s everything! You never tell me things anymore, everything’s either confidential or ‘none of my business’ or- some stupid- bullshit about me ‘not needing to worry about it!’ I’m sick of it- I’m so sick of it! We used to be a team OJ! We used to work together- and now it’s like I’m just some person you happen to sleep in the same bed as!” Paper lamented, gripping the air angrily and desperately, putting his head in his hands and pulling at his hair.
OJ slid down the wall next to Paper, putting his arm on his shoulder and attempting to speak, every word falling short in this throat.
“Paper- I’m so so sorry- you’re right… I need to be better about talking to you- I need to be honest with you…”
“Yeah you do” Paper smiled weakly, resting his head on OJs shoulder, “im so sick of it.”
OJ sighed in shame “I know.”
“But… I’m sorry for storming out.” Paper mumbled, looking over at OJ finally
“It’s okay” OJ said softly “I shouldn’t have kept anything from you and I should have told you, your not only my boyfriend but your my best friend Paper and- I’m really sorry”
“I know, I know.” Paper smiled sadly, kissing OJs cheek tenderly “I know you’re sorry, I forgive you.”
OJ smiled “thank you”
After a couple moments of comfortable silence, OJ spoke again “So um… for a while me Suitcase and Cabby have been discussing the use of- well- drugs, alcohol, smoking, etcetera… on the island…”
Paper nodded “go on”
“And- they’ve been trying to honestly just get rid of it in all, and have gotten onto me countless times for smoking, and if I’m being honest it’s starting to piss me off,” OJ rambled, throwing his hands in the air exhaustedly, “and so I really don’t want to get caught drinking and have them make a whole big deal and- whatever, that’s why I was acting like I was.”
Paper thought about it, and nodded understandingly “why didn’t you just tell me that?”
OJ shrugged, looking away from Paper, “it’s a little dumb I guess, and I was afraid you’d be mad because im so obsessed with this whole OSC thing to the point I don’t want us doing things we used to do all the time.”
Paper stood up and put his hand out for OJ to join him, “it’s a little alarming to me how much you care about their um- validation, but you can always talk to me OJ, you never have to be afraid to talk to me about how you feel.”
OJ put his hand behind his head in embarrassment, “yeah- I should’ve known you’d say something like that… I feel sort of stupid now.”
Time to get myself mauled by the fandom: poppy is a mephone creation theory.
so. That’s a pretty big claim that fundamentally shifts our understanding of poppy as a character, and the entire context of how mephone creations work. I’m not claiming to have all the answers, but there was just too much evidence for me to ignore here that I just had to share. The craziest part? This is all based on poppy’s hair.
poppy’s hair seems like an incredibly stupid thing to base a whole theory around, but just hear me out. So far, we have seen poppy’s hair be used as a multi tool on a couple different occasions. First in episode two where a plucked leaf was used as a bandage to hold poppy’s work on bit together, and then in episode five where it was used to pick locks. But something about that bothered me. A lot of somethings, actually.
First of all, that’s not how leaves work, they’re way too flimsy to move the metal components of a lock into place. Second, how did paper know that poppy’s leaves could be used as a lock pick? And third, how can their leaves just switch properties as needed? Taking on the texture and malleability of fabric one day, and literally shining like metal another? Like with most things in this show, the most likely answer is mephone.
idiotic island is clearly an early creation just by its visuals, being nothing but the bars of a cage with no ceiling or floor, leaving the grass exposed to it inhabitants. Paper specifically states that he learned how to pick locks while locked away, and he would have had great access to the exposed grass. We know from the tree flashback that mephone, at least early in the timeline, struggled with properly creating many things, especially plant life. It’s not a stretch to assume that he struggled with giving grass and leaves their proper texture, making them stiff. This led to paper learning to use plants as lock picks, explaining why he would instinctively know poppy’s hair would work.
so that’s a couple questions explained by mephone nonsense, but what about the properties of poppy’s hair changing to suit their needs? Isn’t that just cartoon logic? To that I say; yes, yes it is. And that’s the point.
when revealing the truth to suitcase and knife, cobs points out that all the ‘insanity’ in Ina I ate insanity is because of mephone. By the normal rules of this world, the antics of the contestants are impossible. The cartoon logic of breathing in space, cherries squash and stretch powers, the unreasonable fast court system, paintbrush getting so angry they light on fire, test tube inventing time travel, ghosts being real, cosmic gods being contained within candle and silvers bodies, the island itself being alive, and so much more is all because of mephone. The insanity of the island is called out in universe for being impossible and only existing in the first place because of mephone. Next to all of that, doesn’t ‘an inventor that uses their own conveniently property shifting hair as a tool’ fit right in?
I believe that poppy is a mephone creation based on cobs. That mephone had complicated feelings towards his abuser, seeing him as both his father and tormentor. So, he did what he always does with nuance, and ignored it. He removed the bad until he got a character based on the father he wished he had. The overambitious inventor with a spark in their eye, without any of the baggage, none of the abuse, just the kindhearted genius he wished had made him. And then, they were most likely scrapped for being too much of a reminder. Even in all their kindness, mephone could still only see cobs, just like everyone else.
the only things I don’t have an explanation for is why poppy ended up underground instead of in meafterlife, or why they don’t seem to have any memories. My best guess is that mephone made their body but one look was all it took to bring the memories back, so he just buried them to get them out of his sight, never bothering to give them consciousness. And then somehow, they woke up years later under mysterious circumstances. Until we get a scene where poppy shows off their ability to dig into the ground and hibernate, I’ve got nothing.
but… yeah. I believe poppy is a mephone creation, please don’t burn me alive.
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