#mesi jalloh

[therealraeartblog]

The new TPatJ pages are killing me so I needed to make some cute Arthur and Mesi

[modmad]

happy merrymas! remember these two? well, your memory might well be getting a kickstart in the new year- if you follow...

if you don’t recognise them, I suggest you watch the movie, then read the book!

[ross-stories]

Silence

Fandoms:SKIP

Characters:Arthur Steed,Mesi Jollah

Warnings:Self-hatred, insecurity

Theme:Hurt/Comfort

Requested by @trashbydefault

Characters belong to modmad ______________________________________

Head hung low,arms slumped at his side,his eyes fixated on the cream carpet that was under his feet and the only part of him that was visble to eye was his chest that raised and falled at every single breath the man took.

Every move of his lips and a word he spoke only came out in silence…No words,no jokes or ANYTHING…He was silenced,a man with no voice like a harp without its strings to play its beautiful melody. Oh how he hated being the man who spoke in silence…How he hated that every time he opened his mouth to speak nothing would come out…No greetings,no affection filled sentences,no jokes just nothing but silence…

It broke him,it really did…For all his life he was unable to speak without the silence filled words coming out from his lips.The silence was ever the only thing for him but he wanted to be rid of it.

Tears soon began to fill in his eyes before run down his cheeks,leaving small trails of wetness behind them with every inch they moved before soon coming to the edge of his jaw,they hung for a few seconds before dropping down on to the white material of Arthur’s shirt,leaving a small damp patch which would eventually dry . Rising a shakey hand to his face and used the side of right hand to wipe the tears away which were soon replaced with more tears and the process yet again repeated over and over again.

The silence around the weeping man was broken when a voice called out to him from the other room as the sound of foot steps edge closer and Arthur panicked…He did not want her,Mesi Jollah to see him weeping cause he didn’t know what she could possibly say which either could something negative or motivated and he grew much more weary when he could hear Mesi becoming closer and closer and he ended up frantically wiping his tears away and trying to hide his face from her or even make it look like he had not been crying or maybe he could just lie but that wouldn’t get him anywhere.

Mesi soon came to the doorway of the room where Arthur was sitting in,“Hey Arthur,why are you in on your own?“The woman spoke,her eyes fixated on Arthur who sat on the chair with his back turned to her and he did not answer which was something that Arthur never does when a question may of been asked who was talked to but only would do it if he did not know a question or was unsure.This very small different act created a bit of worry for Mesi.

“Arthur,are you alright?”

No answer and she repeats…

“Arthur,are you alright?”

Nothing again…No sign and no movement,she asks once again in worry and concern for the man…

“Arthur,please…Tell me whats wrong…You never act like this…”

Still nothing…

“Arthur,please turn around and tell me whats wrong!”

Nothing…

“Arthur?”

…

“Arthur…?”

…

A frown formed on Mesi’s lips before she soon decided to inch her self forward and closer to the man of silence.Each step she took,the pit of worry in her stomach grew more like thorns on a stem,threatening to pierce anyone who dare came near.Her foot steps quiet by the cream carpet underneath her feet.

She was soon close enough to him before she took a step so that she was infront of him,“Arthur…?” Mesi spoke in worry yet a calm tone.Slowly yet hesitantly,Arthur raised he head up to face Mesi but the sight she saw made her gasp.

Arthur’s eyes were filled with tears,under his eyes looked puffy and slightly red from him crying.His eyes,in way filled with sadness and merely begging for help.

Mesi kneeled down before Arthur,meeting his teary and sad gazed before placing a hand gently upon his face before using her thumb to wipe his tears away.“Arthur,please tell me whats is wrong? You can tell me anything and…I will be here for you…"Mesi said in a soft tone,Arthur seemly flicked his gazed to the ground before them before flickering his eyes once more to met her worryed and concerned gaze before he raised his hands ‘I know you here for me and I guess it is quite a reason for why I am like this and I should tell you…’ he signed before he received a nod form the woman before him before be continued to sign ‘The reason why I am like…THIS is because I just don’t feel like I am…’ he stopped completely,turning his head away from her as he made a what seemed to be a frustrated face before letting out a silent sigh before he met Mesi’s gaze once more and continued ‘I just don’t feel good enough…For you…I don’t feel like I am any use and I feel so worthless an-’ he was stopped by Mesi grabbing hold of his wrists to before Arthur tilted his head in complete confusion,“Arthur…You ARE good enough for me and your are not worthless…You are special to me and good grief you have made me more happy then I was before and you have giving me a reason to smile…You entered my life and made it a brighter place and if I had not met you,nothing would of been good and you changed that and so what if your mute,I will always be there for you and I will always care for you no matter what…” She said before she soon let her grip on his wrists fade before she wrapped her arms around him and held Arthur closer to her as he too soon wrapped his arms around her frame and held her close to him as he mouthedthe words in silence 'Thank you’.

It seemed like heaven,the close embrace and the loving caring arms wrapped around his thin frame,held close and showing him she cared dearly for him.

Mesi was right…If the to never met,where would they be right now?

[doorstoplord]

maybe arthur and mesi hanging out with hero~?

riveting!

[gwinver-art]

Alright, inktober day 18! I love @modmad‘s characters Mesi and Arthur to death and I thought it was high time I did some proper fanart for them. :)

(this was very much inspired by @ofpaintedflowers‘s wonderful art)

(and by this video)

[bookshelfpassageway]

So I’ve been kind of in a writing funk... Which is to say, not writing at all. I’ve been meaning to change that in about a billion different non-working schemes for for-freaking-ever, but the one time I ask myself “hey! I could try to write like modmad!” i get distracted in classes all day because of course it all makes sense and the dang piece won’t leave me alone until I can get at my computer to get it out of my brain

Which... Is very authentically mod, actually.

Anyway, a bit of a thing about the Market in TPoH, how AUs might work there, and a few creative process liberties probably.

Once upon a time, there were two protagonists.

These protagonists did not have stories yet, but that was okay. They were new, unrefined, and full of inspiration. Most importantly, however, was that they were inseparable. Perhaps even in love, other characters speculated, but that mattered less to the two of them so long as they could be near to each other, as they sought out the rest of their unknown identities.

One day, Hate broke the heart of the sun, and the world burned. The fire nearly took the male protagonist, but his partner led the way for them to escape in time.

The world burned, hurt, and waited. The protagonists waited together.

Soon after, the forests bore the seas to save what was left of the sky, flooding the world in the process. The female protagonist was nearly swept away, but the two held hands and stayed together.

The whole of the world waited underneath the forest and the sea, and the two protagonists waited together.

The seas and the forests returned to where they belonged, except for two, in order to create a safe haven in case such a disaster ever struck again. Darkness folded in to protect the Sea Of Limen, and in the dark, the two protagonists were separated.

In the great Market at the heart of the sea, the two attempted to seek out the rest of themselves, and their better half. The female traded her tiger’s tail for a pair of heeled boots, and stripes for a captaincy in the sky. The male switched hooves for shoes, and traded hats with a passing television. He stopped by a flower shop, and, spying a flower he knew his former companion would have liked, sold his colors for it, in hopes he might again find her. Afterwards, he found he felt strangely more comfortable as himself, though there was still something not quite right yet. He searched, and searched, and could find neither what he knew was missing, nor what he did not know he was missing. He searched every kind of shopfront selling odds and ends, heads and tails, things and whatnots costing an arm and a leg, flotsam, jetsam, but could not find what he was looking for.

At last, he stopped in front of a shop selling voices. “Ah!” He thought. “This ought to be it. I have never quite liked the one that I have… I barely use it, even.” And so he browsed the shopkeeper’s stock, sifting through a box of pitches and accents and tones, bubbles and cards and fonts, none of which felt quite right. At last, in desperation, he picked one that seemed like it might work, and set it on the counter while the shopkeeper fetched the scissors to remove the protagonist’s current one.

“Will it hurt?” The question was asked, at first by the protagonist, but then by no one in particular, as a great snip cut him off from them and they drifted lazily through the air, like spiderweb.

“It shouldn’t.” Replied the shopkeeper, spooling them away.

The protagonist reached out to take the voice he had paid for, but then noticed something else was different about himself. He held his hands up to the nearest light source, and saw that their outline was solid. He gave a silent laugh and shook the claws of the shopkeeper, before bounding into the air in excitement.

When he landed he saw, across the market street, the female protagonist with her own solid outline. Recovering from his surprise, he went to call out to her, but couldn’t. He tried again, and then remembered what he’d just done. He went to walk to her, but as he did so realized she looked very different from when he had last seen her, and indeed, very different from himself. As a crowd washed between them, separating them a second time, he realized that they must now belong to two different stories! It was a thought that had never really occurred to him before, but now weighed him down in grief. There was no way he could now become a member of her starship crew, or she a character in a silent film. They would either fade or be realized, and from there, never know each other again. Heartbroken and listless, he wandered away and into a nearby house of mirrors.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, the female protagonist had seen him too. For a moment, she did not recognize him without colors, but once she had and the crowd had passed, he was gone. Now, she too knew that they must belong to separate stories, but she was the stubborn kind of protagonist. The kind that didn’t take “no”s for answers. She asked every creature and character in the market for what might be done, and was told always the same. There was nothing to be done. At last, she asked a particularly random character with fading inspiration.

“Oh! There is a way…” They said. “You have to go to the house of mirrors.”

Meanwhile, the male protagonist wandered, becoming less aimless and more frightened as it became clear that he was lost among the reflections. Now, the reflections were not perfect copies, they showed hazy outlines and other slight variances. Specifically, every part and piece that had nearly been a part of himself, but weren’t chosen in favor of something else. Things that he liked, but didn’t fit that version of him perfectly. As he spent more and more time among the mirrors, the reflections also began to move separately from him, blinking at different times, raising a right hand instead of a left, peering around a corner to look at their neighbors. The protagonist noticed this, and became less frightened as he became fascinated by them.

At last, in one of the mirrors he inspected he saw something very different from what had been there before. A bright spot of purple in a corner.

He whirled around, and there he saw the second protagonist. One of her reflections gave him a nudge, and they raced towards each other to embrace.

“I knew I’d find you here too!” She said, as he sobbed silently into her shoulder.

He looked up, sniffed, and tipped his head in confusion.

“This place… I know we’re from different stories, but… Did you know that a character could have more than one story?”

He blinked.

“I asked everywhere, and everyone said it was impossible. But it turns out, we could have turned out a thousand different ways! We could have been a part of a thousand different stories. It’s not strictly a part of the rules, but it’s not really against the rules either.”

One of his reflections nodded in confirmation.

“We might not have been made for the same story, but different version of one of us could belong with another version of the other!”

Realizing what she meant, he hugged her again. When he pulled away, he offered the flower he had purchased long ago. She took it and smiled at it for a moment, then smiled at him. And in a heart-skip-beat the two pulled each other into a kiss, caught in every mirror around them, as the two faded into realization.

And while the two met and fell for each other in countless other tales, the originals were indeed destined to two different stories.

But the thing about stories, is sometimes they don’t stand alone. One can crash and cross into another, and sometimes, just sometimes, they were really one story all along.

[modmad]

ahaha hey remember when I had a burst of storyboarding parts of the feature film of SKIP that’s in my brain but will likely never happen? :’D was going through an old sketchbook and found some sketches I never used for that so hey maybe you’d like them

oh and the toy ones are from a bit where they get turned into toys... yeah

[modmad]

okay so we've had your music tastes for TPoH inspiration, but what I wanna know is what kind of music is in your head for the SKIP cuties? (especially that full feature movie I swear I need to see that happen one day)

Ooh! What a neat question! Also yeah man let’s cross our fingers and wish on a few stars for that to happen- as for the question I think all the different AU’s would have different music, but for a good catch all of their stories/especially for the feature this one sits pretty well with me;