Jonny Live Slug Reaction to the "Magnus Returns!!!" Design

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Alex: Bit of admin as well before we go any further is: We have limited edition merch which is currently on sale.

[ID: a clip from the Rusty_Quill "The Magnus Archives 2 Kickstarter Pre-Launch!" Livestream. On screen are Alexander J Newall, Helen Gould, as well as a PNG headshot of Jonny Sims standing in for his video.

Helen: Ooh!

Alex: Uh, it- I- It is unashamedly - Has one of my favorite designs in it.

Helen: It's so funny.

Alex: I love- I love the Bee Movie schlocky, schlocky, like-

Helen, overlapping and laughing: It's so- It's so-

Jonny, overlapping: Where actually - ah - where actually is it?

Alex, overlapping: Ahhh! It's coming to get you!

Jonny: 'Cause I haven't actually... had a look at it.

Alex: So the limited edition -

Helen, laughing: Oh, Jonny, you should look at it now!

Alex: Oh, Jonny... So, the limited edition merch- it is available if you go to rustyquill.com. You can click through to all of our normal merch stores that have it. Yes, those designs are going to be around, uh, well into the- the launch-

Jonny, overlapping, having just seen The Design: Oh, Jeeze!

Alex: - so as a result, you don't need to worry-

Jonny: That's-

(a pause)

Alex: Go on, Jonny?

Jonny: U-uh. That... That's a choice...

(Alex laughs)

Helen: Yeah, yeah, Jo- Yeah, you saw it. You saw our favorite design ever.

Jonny: Did uhhh, Alex, did you- did you design this one?

(Helen laughs)

Alex: I wish I had those kind of skills. I'm just so glad it went full ham!

Jonny: Hmm, hmm.

Alex: I love it!

Jonny: Hmmm.

(Alex chuckles)

Jonny: Hm.

Helen: It's so funny!

Jonny: Yup, it's-

(Helen begins laughing as well)

Jonny: Hmm!

(Alex chuckles, evilly)

Jonny: Mmhmm! Hm-hmm... Mmmmm... Good.

Alex: So- they will be around until the launch is done, but then will be gone forever! They will not be back! They are- they are limited edition, and thus the editions are limited!

Jonny: And somewhat- some- some might say that is a relief.

(Alex and Helen laugh)

Helen: Jonny, I have to make you aware that you can buy the very cheesy design on a bedspread, to entice the ladies.

Jonny: On a what?

Helen, laughing: Like a duvet cover.

Alex: Unless I'm mistaken, I think you might even be able to get it as a tapestry?

Helen: Oh!!

Alex: Like, like, big, full wall size, uh.

Helen, laughing: Yes!!! - Oh my god, can you get it as a shower curtain? I know they do shower curtains.

Alex: Yes! Yes, you can. Yes, you can.

/END ID]

OKAY. I did it. @thr-333 i finally did it. i made your lil guy. AND i gave him lore.

but before i show you i want you to see the mass amounts of concept sketches i came up with cuz i couldnt figure this guy out for the life of me.

haha this went in so many different directions. i wanted him to look young, but any time i drew him like that he looked weird. so i tried a teenager. that just looked terrible. eventually i got it right tho :)

oke, lore time! i gave this boi trauma so brace yourselves! also, imma try to make it mostly as a fic cuz i wanna see if i can actually write like that. oh, btw for context go here :)

The altar was beautiful. A tiny hut with no front wall. a large cork board on the back wall with pretty charms hanging from it. and a solid stone table in the center with lavender growing around the edges and corners. it would have been a wonderful sight.....if it wasn't Tommy's final resting place. two large men in black robes and masks covering their faces ushered Tommy forward. His hands were bound, and he was too weak to get away. the men shoved him to his knees, their hands gripping his shoulders hard and mercilessly. the priest stood behind him, speaking out to the crowd. nobody seemed to care that Tommy was just a child who didn't want to be here. he knew he would die one day. but he expected it to be from starvation or some sort of sickness from living on the streets. not like this. not as a sacrifice for some stupid Moon God. The priest finished his speech. shit. Tommy struggled against the ropes. please. i don't want to die. let me go. i know i wasn't good. just please don't kill me. i wont do anything bad again. i promise. please. don't kill me. i don't want to die. tears ran down his face, as he tried to plead with the people all staring at him. words failed him. he couldn't speak. suddenly his whole body went numb with shock as the priest poured a bowl of freezing cold water over his head. the man chanted some words in a strange language as Tommy coughed and tried to reorient himself. he opened his eyes and looked up, trying to see the priests face and plead with him. all he saw was the dagger coming down on his head. the world went silent. time seemed to slow down as the blade reached the space between Tommy's wide, teared up eyes. blood splattered onto the stone floor below them. people cheered, all chanting the same words the priest had spoken. Tommy fell limp. he was dead. his body slumped and flopped onto the ground. the priest picked him up, raising his dead body up for everyone to see. he then laid him down on the altar. saying a prayer and then turning back to the people to preach to them again.

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the two stars frantically tried to tell their story to Casey. two farmer stars. Casey had no idea what either of them were trying to say, as they were both talking over each other. He raised up his hands, gesturing for the two to stop and back up. "okay, okay, slow down. uh, you." he pointed to the one on the right. "what happened?" the star began to recite what she had seen. a boy. dead on an altar built by an obsessive cult village. the small star finished her story and casey folded his arms. "well shit. both of you stay here. tell the others what happened and have Ally and May meet me at the Tree Shrine." There were a few stars that Casey knew the names of. but that's only because they usually followed him around everywhere they could. Casey then looked up at the small owl sitting on his head. he sighed, already dreading the convrsation he and his sister were going to have in the future. "go tell Dellta." the small owl, Abby, nodded slightly and flew away. Casey then held his hand out over the blackness under his feet. he was standing on the barrier between the Night and the Mortal World. a hole formed below him and he fell through, the other side leading to the woods surrounding the Cult Village. he looked around. it was dark out. Casey's time. the Nighttime. perfect. he walked through the forest, moss and mushrooms growing everywhere he stepped. it was cloudy tonight. the moon wasn't out. Casey moved quickly, just a blur through the trees to anyone who might see him. finally, he reached the altar. it was built up on a short cliff, and casey was at the bottom behind it. he jumped up to it, the wind blowing carrying him upward so he could land on top of the structure. he then hopped down to the stone floor below, drifting slowly until his feet reached the cold surface. he turned to see the boy. there he was, laying dead on the glossy stone table. a small incense fire had been lit on his chest and had already begun to burn him. Casey immediately brushed it off of the child, putting out the fire and dusting away the ashes. he stare down and the boy, whose face still had blood stains running down from between his eyes and splatters all over his skin. Casey brushed the hair away from his forehead. he then wiped off some of the blood with his thumb and pressed it to his forehead, painting the mark of the Night. Casey whispered the same words Celestial had spoken when they made Casey and Dellta spirits. the mark glowed and turned from blood to a permanent tattoo on the child. Casey then carefully lifted the boy up in his arms, holding him gently and making his way back to the spirit tree.

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The boy opened his eyes slightly. everything was blurry and way too bright, and he had a horrible ache in his head. his gaze drifted upward as he tried to figure out who was holding him. his vision was still too poor to see them clearly. whoever it was, they seemed gentle. and their hands were very cold. their figure was dark, although their eyes seemed to be glowing yellow. the child tried to speak, but he couldn't even open his mouth. all that came out was a muffled "mmmm....mfff..." The figure slowed down for a second, looking down at him. "ah. you're awake. don't worry, Konton. you're safe now." their voice was tired and draggy, yet somehow warm in a strange way. wait...Konton? is that....my name? Konton. I like it. Chaos in japanese. wait, how do i know that? i don't speak japanese? what is going on?? The boy- Konton squinted his eyes to look at the person holding him. fur, ears, four eyes. what the fuck?? his vision was ever so slowly coming back to him....and his memory. he hadn't even thought of trying to remember what happened until now. it came in flashes. the men. the altar. the water. the knife. He didn't even realize he was crying until the person stopped next to a tree and set him down. the knelt down, reaching forward and brushing a tear off Konton's cheek. "hey. you're okay. no one will hurt you now. but i need you to listen to me for a bit, can you do that?" Konton nodded, bracing himself for whatever this strange person had to say. judging by their face, it was going to be long story.

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To be continued..

Holy shit that took forever. Fics are very time consuming. hope you guys liked it tho! please tell me if ya'll want more of this! i know i should work some more on posting HBT, but the Spirit Au is just so much fun! this kid was originally just a lil guy i made for @thr-333, but i liked him enough to make him canon, just like the stars! also, @allyheart707 @kitmay05 and @icequeenabby have all been included in this as their stars! sorry to the other stars, i just felt like these guys would fit best for the roles i had for them.

also! i was doobling the other day and made this :D

onii mask cuz why not? it's not a canon mask, i was just messing around :) that side profile looks like shit lol. but if you look closely you can see the scar from the incense fire on his chest. Konton doesnt remember the fire since it happened while he was dead. although he remembers everything else about his life except for names. even his. he can remember faces, but no names whatsoever. not even pets.

there is a lot more story to this and i might even continue it if y'all are interested. i also have a funky lil comic cooking in the background that i definitely haven't been procrastinating all weekend haha why would you ever think that :D

alskdjflkdsfj i cannot BELIEVE how messy cherry's generation is so far 🤣🤣

yesterday morning vs this morning

day 57815 of posting about extremely niche things that nobody will understand: why is it so goddamn hard to find a TINGO ANURA around here

i got sucked into character ai yall i-

Have a consistent art style challenge [IMPOSSIBLE]

Me when i start doodling my friends and i as nitw characters <3

also licherally the amount of punz gifs ive made tonight ....

new enstars au dropping got an animatic in the works and nothing else

we'll do fine.

Like 3 hours ago I decided I wanted to be Cody in Mando armor for Halloween so here I am at 2:30am in the middle of fuckin June shredding the fuck out of a cardboard box to make the base shapes for the armor I need to make.

love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.

love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.

love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.

love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.

maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.

recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.

Me to me: I really need to take a break from screens. My eyes hurt from looking at them all day and coming home to look at them some more

My brain: mmmm how about I gave you many ideas. the exact kind that you were chasing after all day while typing your little emails

Me:

Me: son of a

woke up way earlier than usual on less than ideal sleep to play splatoon for hours, now i have to go work and plan to play when i get back i feel like i am going to sleep for a thousand moons

SCOURGE SUNDAY 010/???

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