#leopardheart104

[camomile-mp4]

Maybe a G1 face with a B8 color palate, please? (Also, I really enjoy your art and your writing, you do both so wonderfully!! :D)

It’s Jack! I love how I found this colour palette a bit of a challenge. I usually have a lot brighter colours and it was fun having something different.

And thank you!! I should really get back into writing regularly, honestly XXD

[littleghostarts]

Ivor 42 for the monster ask meme please? (Cause he looks like Dracula from Castlevania so freaking much) Thanks!! :D

He really does! I couldn’t not think about that the whole time I did this but Ivor does give off some mad vampire vibes so it’s definitely fitting~! Hope you like it hun~!

[grovyrosegirl]

That’s alright with me! :D Maybe #3 then?

Send me a ship and a number and I will write a kiss…

3. …goodbye. 

The two rush out of the portal as fast their legs can carry them. They nearly collapse once they’re safely in the hallway, Harper needing to stop and catch her breath. Ivor leaned against the stone walls of the Portal Network, doing the same.

“That…was too close,” Harper said in between gasps for air. “I haven’t had to run that fast since…PAMA…”

Ivor let out a huff, placing an empty potion bottle back into his inventory, “We barely made it. I still can’t believe she had guards around the portal. Jesse never blocked off the portal like that before…”

Harper stood up, “Yeah, well, Jesse also never locked down Beacontown before. Or flew around. Or laughed like a maniac. Or—”

“Something is wrong with her,” Ivor said aloud. “She isn’t acting like herself.”

“That’s an understatement,” Harper muttered under her breath. She then said, “What happened? When we left, Jesse was perfectly fine. But now—I mean, you saw all that lava she was tossing around, right? When did she get obsessed with lava?”

Ivor shook his head, “I don’t know for sure. But I have a theory. She was wearing that gauntlet. The one she said she took from that Admin fellow.”

“Admin,” Harper said slowly. “That sounds familiar. I know I’ve heard of it before…”

“Whatever happened, I think that gauntlet is connected,” Ivor declared, moving away from the wall and looking back at their home portal.  

Harper met his gaze, immediately knowing his next move.

“No,” she said flatly.

“What?”

“You’re thinking of jumping back through that portal,” Harper said, “you can’t do that. We made it out by sheer luck, and you want to go back?”

Ivor looked away, “I can’t stand by, Harper. Jesse is my friend. And I intend to find out what’s caused her to act this way.”

“With those powers, she probably already knows we’re gone. We take one step back there, and she’ll throw us in prison.” Harper glanced down, a sadness in her eyes, “It won’t even matter that we were friends. I mean, I didn’t see Petra or Lukas or Radar anywhere. You don’t think she…”

“No,” Ivor rose his voice, “Jesse wouldn’t go that far. She wouldn’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I know Jesse.”

“Do you? Because I thought I did! And I come back to that nightmare!” Harper anxiously gripped her own shoulders, “It’s PAMA all over again. She got too much power, and it went to her head. Pretty soon, she’ll probably just brainwash them all when she realizes—”

Ivor rushed over to Harper, placing his hands on her shoulders. 

“Breathe, Harper. Breathe.”

She did. She took a long inhale, feeling the pent up emotions boil, then exhaled. A calm came over her, pushing down and subduing those emotions for a bit longer. 

“I’m okay,” Harper sighed. “I’m okay.”

“Harper, that’s why I need to go back,” Ivor said. “I need to stop her before she does something she regrets for the rest of her life. I have to snap Jesse out of it so she won’t—,”

He paused. He took a breath of his own before finishing.

“So she won’t do what I did.”

Harper went quiet. She wanted to say something more. Anything. Anything to stop him from leaving.

But he was a stubborn, strange man. She knew there was no other way.

“What can I do to help?” Harper said, meeting his eyes with a renewed determination. 

Ivor smiled for a moment before saying, “For now, I need you to stay here in the Portal Network. If Jesse gets any ideas of trying to spread her reign to other worlds, you need to stop her. The moment you see her or any of those golems step out of the portal, you need to destroy it. Then you go get help from Otto, Emily, anyone you can find and tell them what’s happening.”

“I can do that. But what about you?”

“I’m going to play along,” Ivor explained, stepping towards the portal. “If I pretend I’m on her side, then I may be able to get close enough to find out what’s really going on.”

Harper rose an eyebrow, “You really think that will work?”

He turned back and grinned at her, “How could one resist having a ninja on their side?”

He posed dramatically. Harper rolled her eyes. She knew she shouldn’t have let him stay when they ran into that supposed “Master Shadows” back during their trip. 

“You still look ridiculous,” She said, folding her arms.

“You’re just jealous that you’re not a ninja,” Ivor retorted in a prideful tone.

Harper let out a groan, but it was soon followed by a laugh. Even in the worst of times, he still knew how to make her smile. 

Slowly, Harper walked to him. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly.

“You be careful, okay? I wouldn’t want to lose my favorite travel partner.”

“Same to you,” Ivor replied softly. He then pulled back, looking at her straight in the eyes. 

Carefully, he shifted forward and kissed her quickly on the lips. Harper barely had the time to react as he soon pulled away and dove back into the orange lights of the portal. She was left in the hallway, a warm face and racing thoughts. 

But there was no time. If she had to destroy the portal, then she would need the best equipment. Quickly, Harper started off for the Crown Mesa Portal. 

Get the equipment. Watch the portal. Get the equipment. Watch the portal. She repeated those words over and over. 

It was the best distraction from thinking about whether or not she would ever see him again.

[lunaraen]

Harper for the ask, please? Thanks! :D

Send a character’s name to receive four different headcanons

Headcanon A:  realistic

She’s so unused to people it’s not even close to being funny. This means she gets to deal with things like getting used to people actually responding in conversations, or people very much hearing when she’s talking loudly to herself. It also means she’s rather touch starved, and she’s doing her best not to seem aloof while also absolutely restraining herself from being clingy.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

This extends to sleep-talking and even sleep-walking, because she’s a loud sleep-talker and she is not a restrained sleep-walker. She’s just lucky she never wanders near any of her inventions or contraptions.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Harper can’t bring herself to destroy or abandon the various pictures she has of PAMA, including schematics she keeps locked away so no one else can make the same mistakes she did, and she still has all the letters and even awards that various people from Crown Mesa sent her when PAMA was starting out and seemingly the solution to all their problems. It stings to look at the pictures or read the letters, but there are too many good memories attached to them and when she’s at a low she tends to look through them again.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

She wanted PAMA to be useful for a number of reasons, but one of the less known ones was because she wanted to keep Crown Mesa prosperous, protected, and safe from being used by the other Old Builders, just in case they ever found a work-around that would free them from needing the redstone heart to kidnap people.

[briizer]

could you draw some harpvor plz? :D

have some old timer lovelies 

[a-problematic-writer]

Hello again! I gotta tell you, I reeeaaaally loved the Harpvor fic that you did for my request! I really love your writing style! Anyway, sorry for bothering you again but, could you write something for Ivor during episode 7 when he, Jesse and Petra are in Harper's lab please? I've always wondered how someone would write his POV of that portion of the episode. Thanks a bunch! (oh god I made this so long I'm so sorry)

Ivor has been through his fair share of horrid situations, has seen his fair share of horrors. Despite all that, this was one of the worse situations he’d gotten himself into. His mind was a whirlwind of clumped together thoughts and worries. He worried for Petra and Jesse who had found a strain on their relationship. He was worried for Lukas who had been taken by PAMA and was currently under the computers control.

And he was worried for Harper. 

On a base level, he connected with her and her situation, but on another level he knew she was their only way out of here. And she had been stolen. They needed to get her back, by any means. It would seem those means would be destroying PAMA once and for all. Jesse was prepared to play the part of hero and save this town and Lukas.

Ivor was terrified for everyone involved.

He let out an elongated sigh and began to run his index finger over the spines of the books. They were worn, no doubt read countless times by Harper herself. The dim light coming from the glowstone light fixtures nearby allowed him to see there was no rhyme or reason to her organization of the books. Though, the ones on the higher shelf seemed far more worn then the ones toward the bottom.

He wondered how many nights the woman had sat here, studying, trying to figure out where she’d went wrong with PAMA. It made his heart squeeze.

“So,” Ivor looked over his shoulder in time to see Jesse approach with a clap of his hands. “What’d ya think of Harper’s lab?”

Ivor turned fully to Jesse and pursed his lip. “I’m highly impressed,” he bowed his head eyes skirting over to the painting not far away. “although that painting does make me kinda sad,” a sudden wave of grief seemed to strike Ivor. “look how happy they used to look together.”

Jesse frowned and crossed his arms, nodding the slightest bit then his eyes trained behind Ivor and his brow raised as his arms dropped at his sides. Ivor turned as Jesse made his way toward the book that sat open on the desk.

“Huh, I guess she read to keep busy,” he said running his finger over the page the book was open on, features tightening in confusion a moment later. “there’s so much techno-babble and numbers in here…” he turned the book once, twice, and then replaced it back to how it was. “I can barely tell if I’m holding it right side up or not.”

Ivor couldn’t help the bemused smile as Jesse continued to try and read the book. It reminded him of himself trying to make sense of Ellegaard’s late night notes while test running her various machines. He was always surprised that no matter how late she stayed up, how sleep deprived she was, she always had clean handwriting.

After another few moments of distress taking Jesse’s face he finally scoffed and picked the book up closing and turning it so he could read the title. “The Redstone Heart by…” his voice halted and eyes widened. “Soren?!”

Ivor felt something cold was over him his eyes widening as he took an involuntary step towards Jesse to confirm. It read clear as day. Ivor’s throat tightened.

“Whoa, another one!” Jesse put the book down back on the pages it’d been open to. “Either that name is a coincidence or… wow!”

Jesse turned to Ivor then as if he might ask him about it but then his wonder seemed to falter and he turned away and Ivor heard his footsteps head in a different direction. Ivor let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, pressing his hands into the top of the desk as he leaned into it.

He’d known Soren had had secrets, things the man had never wanted to talk about. In Ivor’s youth, he had thought it had just been a past that was hard to confide in someone with. Slowly, Ivor had begun to see it was more than that, but he never questioned Soren’s integrity. None of them did. Not until it was too late.

Would things have been better had he done so? Ivor doubted that. But it was questions like that that kept him up at night. Made him wonder what he could have done to change the past. They were dangerous thoughts. One’s that led nowhere. Ivor moved the book over to himself. thumbing through the pages skimming quickly. And found distress swelling.

How much had he not known about his own best friend?

[into-loser-ville]

💋 for Harper plz? :D Thanks!

💋 for a flirty expression.

thanks for reminding me to play the rest of mcsm because i have no idea who tf harper is but i drew her the best i could

expression meme

[zonerz]

I don't think I've ever seen you draw Harper (mcsm) before. would you mind if I requested a little sketch of her? (with maybe a flustered Ivor off to the side because my shippy heart can't get enough of those two) Thanks! You're awesome! :D

OOF IM SO LATE ON THIS BUT IVE HAD THIS ASK IN MY INBOX FOR WEEKS AND I usually dont draw characters because of people asking but I will make one exception because you were very polite alskjfkasfdj

It wasnt quite shippy because I couldnt remember all the details BUT!!! I’ve drawn Harper and a few others I havent done before!