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Fix-It Felix Jr.-esque sprite of Mavis from @make-it-mavis! I’d been meaning to do this for a while now, but I didn’t get the motivation to do so until tonight. I wanted to make her look a bit like Felix whilst also retaining some character individuality, I sure hope I did alright! This was my first time doing any big custom spritework.
WE CAN MAKE IT!
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make-it-mavis replied to your post “@make-it-mavis said: Miss Mel, Miss Mel! Howdy! Golly, I forgot you...”
Ohhh goodness my wee heart is just glowing :'D Of course I follow you, I've been creeping your ridiculously cute WiR art (esp of felix) for a while now! So hearing you like Mavis so much just aaaahh it's a wonderful feeling! Bless youu
Gosh, my art? Me? Thank you, I’m flattered - I’m so glad ya like it! I just can’t get enough of your art either, that reply ya wrote to me some time ago really overwhelmed me with joy~. I still need to reblog it, it’s sittin’ in my drafts, but I’m waiting for the right time to just GUSH in the tags like nobody’s lookin’... bless you, ma’am!
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▬ Getting a cold one after a long day of work was practically routine for just about every character of age in Litwak’s. A sprite could say that they weren’t much of a drinker, but nobody could resist a tall glass of root beer down the hatch. Turbo happened to be no different from the crowd in that regard, Tapper’s typically being his go to after raking in more quarters than he could count on he and the Twin’s fingers. The atmosphere attracted him, the drinks were good, and he usually found himself occupying someone’s attention while there.
The night was young. The racer had lost count of how many root beers he ordered by now -- He stopped counting after about 2. Just his luck, he had been saddled with a kid who had a pocketful of quarters and 0 driving skills. He made great friends with a lot more walls and bronze trophies than he and his pride would’ve liked, and the anger was definitely there. The sugar helped keep his mind off of it, loosened him up, filled his taste buds with a sense of sweet goodness.
Suckling on his teeth as, his mug clinked against the wooden bar surface, his eyes scanning the pub. Drinking alone was for losers, and he’d delete rather than consider himself one of the sorry suckers who mulled over a root beer by their lonesome. Suddenly, his gaze stopped, falling upon a mess of brown hair, topped off with a beret and a enough of a figure to catch his interest. A chick, huh? All alone, too.
His gaze focused on what he could see of her face from a far away angle, pleased with his results. She wasn’t Laura Croft by any means, but she was cute. Cute enough for Turbo to want to hit on and sleep with. What better way to fuel an ego than to have a cute girl all over you? A devious smirk curls onto his grey lips, and with his ego the size of the galaxy, the racer made his way over smoothly, sliding up in the bar stool next to her.
❝ Ey, doll, ❞ Came his voice, sure of himself as always because he naturally thought he was a lady killer. ❝ S’a piece a’ code like you doin’ here by yerself? ❞ He muses, getting a better look at her. He swears to Pong, she looks familiar, but he can’t put his finger on it. ❝ Don’t think I’ve seen ya ‘round before: Would’a spotted a babe like you outta nowhere~. ❞
@make-it-mavis replied to your post “The fact anything Mavis creates with her paintbrush despawns after 10...”
she /would/. Turbo: And here I thought you'd immediately go for the whole troublemaking twins dynamic. Mav: Nah. We get any more Easter Eggs around here we'll need a freakin' /basket/.
Mavis clone: Y’know, you’re kind of a $&@^ (something offensive in Q*Bertese)
Mavis: Yeah well, ya ain’t no gem yourself
Mavis clone: Are you still talking?
Mavis: I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD N’ I CAN VERY WELL TAKE YA OUT.
Mavis clone: BITE ME.
[Mavis and her clone begin fighting]
Turbo:
@make-it-mavis replied to your post “IF MAVIS CAN MAKE THINGS WITH HER MAGIC PAINTBRUSH CAN SHE...”
CHRIST LMAO SHITTY DOODLE OF MAVIS WREAKS HAVOC ON ARCADE
Scenario: The game Fix-It Felix Jr., bank of the river.
Mavis and her clone stand shoulder to shoulder at the riverbank, about ready to kill each other. Turbo stands before them, gripping a splintery bat poorly carved out of a wooden plank in his hand (that he likely plucked out of the apartment rubble at the dump).
Turbo: Which one of you’s the REAL Mavis?!
Mavis: Turbo, you dolt, I’M the real Mavis! She’s the fake!
Drawn Mavis: No, SHE’S the clone! I’m the REAL Mavis, you can trust me! Hit her instead!
Turbo charges into the Mavis clone and smacks her upside the head with the wooden plank bat. She tumbles backwards into the river and falls into the water, immediately pixeling away into paint and fading away in the stream. The remaining real Mavis looks at Turbo with a mixed look of horror at the fact he’d ‘readily’ kill her and impressed at how he knew immediately which one was the fake. Did she feel offended or flattered?
Turbo: FALSE. The REAL Mavis would never pass up an opportunity to die.
@make-it-mavis said:
Miss Mel, Miss Mel! Howdy! Golly, I forgot you were followin’ me, I didn’t think anybody would see that post... its nice to see ya! Yep, Mavis has been on the ol’ mind for days now, I really oughta draw her... I just adore her personality, her design, her concept -- everything! She’s my favorite WIR OC.
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“I got into a fight with Jet. I mean, the night before….”
“It’s actually why I’m still around. Turbotime was getting unplugged and I wanted to leave it with the twins. Jet, being Jet of friggin’ course, pointed out that the cabinet didn’t actually have any hardware issues. That it could be plugged in again and that it was our responsibility to stick with it.”
“I mean, he was right in his own way. It’s for the greater good to go down with the ship in these kind of situations. Nobody likes it, but if characters just left the game in situations where the game just became unpopular enough to get the boot and the game ends up getting plugged in again later without any characters in it than players would start to notice the pattern and might start looking into. And if they dig deep enough into the mystery and figure out characters are sentient…. well there are bad apples in every barrel. Even some players are bad people and might take advantage of their position of power over us….”
“I was being selfish of course. I was scared. I mean I hate to admit it, but Turbotime had been bringing getting less and less quarters over the years and we finally hit the low point where we weren’t wanted anymore. We weren’t going to get a second chance, we were just gonna be unplugged and turn to dust with the circuit board.”
“We said some ugly things to each other. Boost tried to calm the situation, but I knew he was on Jet’s side and it just got me madder. I stormed out of the game and by the time my head had cooled off enough for me to realize the twins had a point, well….”
“…. S’ kinda funny, in an awful way. Pretty sure the last thing I said to ‘em was ‘You can die with Turbotime for all I care’. And here we are almost 20 years later and… well…”
