posting some drawings that have been sitting in my files for a while, starting with aly leaf and fran sasquatch!
ID: The first image depicts alejandro leaf, a mexican american trans woman made of vines, in a variety of poses and outfits. in two drawings, she is less humanoid, made of vines loosely formed into a human shape, with a pitcher plant for a head. in the others, she is shown as a more humanoid woman with six eyes, large round glasses, and a pony tail of spiny vines. her limbs have lines on them, and sometimes unfurl into the loose vines of the less humanoid design. the lineart is colored in with a flat minty green to contrast from the light purple background.
The second image depicts francisca sasquatch, a middle-aged sasquatch with furry arms and legs, pointed ears, and a long furry tail. she sits on the ground in a relaxed position with her profile to the viewer, leaning back on her arms as she smiles and glances at the viewer from the corner of her eye. this drawing is on the same mottled purple background as the first, but is in full color. End ID.
Here’s social creatures, the comic I did for the Firefighters’ rolling remix!
Paula Turnip encounters Aldon Cashmoney in the Vault. Remix of starsick by waveridden, transcript and remainder of pages are after the cut.
Transcript
An eight-page comic, drawn in black, white, gold, and gray.
Page 1
Paula Turnip stands, with closed eyes in front of Lootcrates boxes and stars. The only text is "Paula Turnip," in the font of the MVP announcements. The bottom of the page transitions into white.
Page 2
A closeup shot of Paula’s eyes, drawn in black. Upon opening them, she is drawn in gold. She stands in a group of blank replicas, broken columns, and boxes.
PT: Hi? Uh.
Paula looks at the replicas around her.
PT: Have you heard of the Semi-Centennial?
The view zooms out, and Aldon Cashmoney stands in the foreground. Ve sees Paula, and makes vis way to her. As ve gets closer, it appears Paula is in an inaudible conversation with York Silk.
Page 3
Aldon hugs Paula tightly, and Paula raises her hands in confusion as she says, "Uh?!"
AC: What are you doing here?
In Aldon's embrace, Paula appears mildly confused but accepting of the situation.
PT: Being added to the Vault? But...
Paula pulls back from Aldon to get a better look at vim.
PT: You're Aldon Cashmoney, right?
AC: Wait--
Aldon draws away from Paula.
AC: Oh Paula... Was it an alt?
Paula looks to the side, and grabs one of her biceps.
PT: Yep. I suppose you know the other Paula.
PT: She's why I'm in this whole mess, of course.
As she talks with Aldon, a mirror image of the other Paula Turnip is shown in gray and gold.
AC: She didn't have a lick of ego when I got Vaulted.
PT: I guess that's the fans for you.
Page 4
PT: She stopped being profitable. Fans didn’t care. Ended up leaving before her vaulting. Can’t say I blame her.
Paula’s words are superimposed on a black background showing her modifications and three shark-like Consumers.
AC: Sounds like she had a hard time. And given your presence here, it sounds like you did too.
Zooms out. Aldon gestures around them as emphasis, and then sits down on a nearby box. Paula leans on a nearby cracked, tilted column opposing vim.
AC: We weren't familiar in your universe?
PT: No, I supported the Tigers but never joined.
Paula crosses her arms with a bored expression, still leaning on the column.
AC: Then my apologies for the hug.
PT: It's no big deal.
Paula smirks.
PT: Besides... Looks like you needed it.
Aldon pauses, stares at her with a consternated expression. Small handwritten gold text is written next to vim, reading, “(not sure whether that was an insult).”
AC: you got me there.
AC: In my defense, the last time I've played with anybody here was back in Discipline, and it was for a single season.
Page 5
The first panel of Page 5 starts out zoomed out.
PT: Sounds lonely here.
AC: Perhaps.
PT: Perhaps?
AC: We're in storage. Stasis.
AC: Maybe it's the Vault, maybe it's being Legendary, but it's hard to get worked up about anything here. Some people try, but it never lasts long.
As Aldon says “Maybe it’s the Vault,” the panel is entirely gold. When ve says “Maybe it’s being legendary and gestures to vimself, ve is colored in gold.
Paula stands up from the column she was leaning on.
PT: So you get used to it?
AC: Oh Turnip, by no means.
AC: This place, it's nothing. There is nothing to get used to.
As ve says this, the panel shows their gray Vault surroundings.
PT: I don't--
AC: Nothing grows or changes or starts here. This is a place for relics. We’re stuck at a standstill until the Boss takes us out to play.
The “We’re stuck at a standstill” sentence shows a large pile of boxes.
PT: Like the semi-centennial.
AC: I would assume so.
Page 6
As this page starts, they now are sitting next to each other on the ground and Aldon's sunglasses have been pushed up from vis eyes to vis forehead, implying some amount of time has passed.
PT: Do you miss playing?
AC: Hah
AC: I miss so much from before I was vaulted.
The upper part of Aldon's face is obscured by vis own speech bubble. Vis lips are pulled into a grimace.
AC: But Blaseball?
AC: I was—am—great at it. Maybe it's the ego talking, but I'll admit I was proud. Still am.
AC: But here, we stop moving. I didn't realize how tired I was until I got the chance to rest.
AC: And what of you?
PT: Me? Well…
Paula slumps and lets out a long sigh.
PT: The tigers were good to me. They were going through a ton of shit, but they still tried making their Hades feel like a home.
PT: Even with their help, it kind of sucked. Not that I’d tell them that.
Page 7
PT: So many people look at me, and only see an unsatisfying end to the other Paula’s story.
As she says this, it shows her side profile in gold, then the other Paula’s profile in gray.
PT: I am a shadow of her former self.
This speech bubble comes out of the gold shadow coming from the gray Paula. The next panel shows this Paula again, with an irritated expression as looking to the side as she rests her cheek against the back of her hand.
PT: I’m in the vault for her legacy, and I will be remembered as her tragedy.
PT: But I’m not her tragedy. If anything, she’s mine. Nobody will look at me and see me for myself. And I’ve never been one to care about the spotlight, but it sucks. It really, really, sucks.
Aldon looks over at her as Paula rests her face against her hands, and then smiles.
AC: I won’t lie by saying I’m not drawn to you because of how much you remind me of her. As unconventional as it is, the familiarity is still comforting. But I’d love the privilege to get to know you for yourself, If you’ll let me.
Page 8
PT: this place, you said it isolates you, makes you feel fine being alone.
AC: Yes, but talking with you made me realize just how weird that is. We’re social creatures. The vault makes us forget that. Isn’t that all the more reason to try?
PT: Yeah…
The page zooms out from their faces to show them sitting on the ground facing each other, and then zooms back in to show that they've moved their hands so their pinkies touch.
PT: Yeah. You might be right.
[image description: a flatly colored digital drawing of five players, on an old paper textured pink background. from left to right:
val hitherto, a short trans chinese man with a slight mustache, acne scars on his cheek and chest, and scars on his knuckles from picking his fingers. he wears a red trench coat over a v-neck shirt, a choker with a heart pattern, and goggles on his forehead which holds up spiky hair, dyed pink on the ends. there are scars around one eye which is cloudy. he looks to the side with a slight grimace as he raises one hand to gesture as he talks.
gerund pantheocide, a short muscular butch transfem vietnamese person with a scar on one cheek, slings one arm over val’s shoulder as she grins and gestures at grollis, who is towards the right. they wear a bandanna covering their eyebrows, a t-shirt and one fingerless glove, and a black denim vest covered in patches and pins. she has a nazar hanging on one hip.
coolname galvanic, a tall thin albino japanese person with long hair and heavy scarring beneath both eyes, stands in the center and back of the image, and looks towards yusef fenestrate. it wears a large sunhat with a sunflower and round sunglasses, and its face rests in a neutral, slightly frowning, expression.
yusef fenestrate, a tall black egyptian wearing an oval-shaped stained glass window mask over the entirety of xer face. ve has immaterial hair that floats behind vim in varying shades of dark brown, and wears a hoodie over a turtleneck, as well as jeans which have had small landscapes painted along the legs. sie looks at coolname as ae rests one hand in gerund’s hair and the other loops around grollis zephyr to hold hyr hand.
grollis zephyr, a black japanese person with short hair, a face mask, and an button-up t-shirt over a cropped binder and sweatpants. ze has large earrings, a nazar hanging from hyr neck, and the scleras of hyr eyes are slightly bluish while hyr irises are slightly oblong and vertical. hyr body faces slightly away from the group, and ze looks at gerund out of the corner of hyr eye as ze holds yusef’s hand. end description.]
in gamma3, a group of baltimore residents attempted to kill the olde one in the 80s, but the effort was interrupted by the freezing of the city, those who were present during the attempted crab deicide, and the olde one herself. after decades stuck in a one-day time loop, many saw joining blaseball as their best bet for an escape from the stasis, and leapt at the chance to sign up for the new team. notably, over half of this group were either supervillains or were in some way closely affiliated with the many supervillains that began to appear in the city after the freeze.
[Image Description: a grid of 20 squares, with each corner square containing a drawing of a crab and the remaining 16 squares showing an uncolored digitally drawn portrait of one of the gamma 3 baltimore crabs team. name, stats, and position are shown above each portrait. End Description]
[ID: a colored digital line drawing of cudi di batterino, a fat muscular japanese-argentinian butch woman with a single above-knee amputation. his greying hair is pulled back in a bun, and he has a lip piercing and two cartilage piercings on one ear. his left shoulder and right arm are partially colored with mottled blue, and the underside of that arm has a slight pattern resembling that of squid suckers. he sits on the ground and crosses his arms as he looks towards the viewer out of the corner of his eye. /End ID]
[image description: all of the pictures are digitally drawn uncolored portraits of blaseball players on light gray backgrounds. in order of appearance:
wanda schenn, a German person in an old astronaut helmet and an unzipped flight suit with the sleeves rolled up. on one shoulder, wanda has a fire diamond, and on her breast, she has a tacos insignia. they float in a relaxed position, as if in a zero gravity environment, and listen to music through earbuds attached to a discman. her helmet reflects fields under a night sky.
lou roseheart, a muscular Arab woman with long hair in a high ponytail and a racerback sleeveless shirt. she faces away from the viewer, her head turned to profile view, and she grins as she holds one hand to the back of her neck.
justice spoon, a Hmong statue with short fluffy hair. one side of their mouth quirks up into a small smile, they wear a blindfold and a button-up shirt under an open coat, and her face and hands have cracks running through.
robby hicks, a Salvadoran person with long hair and a mask-like canine skull and ears. she wears a crabs uniform and a backwards cap, and hooks one thumb through a belt loop as they hold a bat over his other shoulder.
nagomi nava, a Japanese woman with short hair and a croptop over a long-sleeve shirt. the passenger, a shadowy octopus-like figure covered in eyes, emerges from one side of her face. she stands with her side to the viewer and looks towards us with a close-lipped smile. /end description]
the bird interface, shadow player for the gamma1 crabs.
[ID: a colored digital drawing of the bird interface, an empty suit of chitinous armor with a nest in place of its head. It stands, slightly hunched, with long spiked arms that end in bird talons. algae hangs from under its shell-like shoulder pauldrons, and a pair of insubstantial yellow wings sprout from its back, ending in floating shards. it is surrounded by an assortment of birds, with some standing on its shoulders and wings, some on the ground, and others flying above and in the distance. End ID]
