#rainworld off the string

[mossyoss]

Do you not recall?

On a whim of inspiration I created a small care package of a doodle and a small story about two sad blorbos owned by @poppy-purpura. Here’s some context for better understanding of what is going on. The story is under the cut

CONTEXT: Сreation of Hundreds' puppet was part of a peace agreement between the spiritualist tribe of the Ancients and the more advanced Dense Metals Alliance. The creation of the design and, in part, the personality, of Hundred of Drops was delegated to Silver, the senior of the local group. He created the puppet design based on his personal preferences, with as much care as he was capable of. But when Hundreds' construction was over, the Alliance was not thrilled that their iterator wanted to befriend an iterator of an outsiders and memories of his involvement in the creation of Hundreds were blocked. But Hundreds remembered everything. And Silver's indifference made him angry, this grudge was carried with him for many, many cycles. In the end, Hundred eventually got Silver stripped of his status as the group's senior and became the senior himself. And in retaliation Hundreds shut down all communications for Silver. Many cycles later, after learning of the serious damage to Silver's superstructure, he decided to visit him in person to look into his sullen face one last time.

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- Oh, there you are! You know, I've been looking for your puppet in this cesspool of a superstructure for eternity to talk to you, since as your senior, I just couldn't help but-- Silver?

The hunched figure in the corner of the puppet chamber was practically motionless. No sign of a reaction. But he was definitely alive, one could tell by the faint movements of the hands. Ambrosia of Silver seemed to be tracing the contours of the chamber's tiles.

Hundreds stepped closer. He knew that the legs of the structure had been damaged, his overseers showed that the fracture beneath Silver's structure was literally ripping the ground out from beneath him. Something might have been damaged, surely, but...

Concern amidst irritation came to be. Was he not responding out of stubbornness? Hundreds called out to Silver once more, touching him on the shoulder

- Ambrosia of Silver, I'm talking to you

This time he slowly turned around. A haggard face, a tired look. Itertator saw that some of the vestments had been lost, and what remained was frayed to bits.

- Аh? Sorry about that.. I must not have heard. Did you want something?

It had been a long time since Hundreds had talked to Silver like this, face-to-face. He himself cut off Silver's communications a long time ago. Deservedly so! But... Hundreds frowned, bewilderment reflected on his face. He didn't remember Silver speaking so slowly and quietly. Maybe he had regretted his behaviour? Too bad, he had expected to look at his perpetually disgruntled face. He's so charming when he's angry. And he's usually so easily flustered. Oh, well.

Perhaps Hundreds had been silent for too long, because Silver started talking again:

- I don't know your name, but I have to say... - Silver's cloudy gaze warmed, -Your creators did a good job on your puppet. I... I really like those red accents. And that robe looks good on you.

Silver reached out to touch Hundreds' hand, but he jerked it away. - What? - Silver's words disconcerted Hundreds, he forgot what he was going to say, only mumbles came out of him, - But-- But you..

- Yeah, I probably shouldn't have said that, - Silver interpreted Hundreds' reaction in his own way, and he let out a quiet chuckle, - You should probably go, stranger. There's... there's nothing left here. And it’s dangerous too.

- Is this, - Hundreds' voice sounded helpless, - Is this some kind of joke? Not funny, Silver! Hey? - he noticed that the former senior's gaze was wandering again, he didn't seem to be listening anymore, -Hey, Silver!

Hundreds took Silver's face in his palms, tilted his head slightly towards himself. Realisation began to come gradually. A thought he'd been chasing away all the way here. For many, many cycles of the journey.

- I really don't know who you are. I'm sorry,- Silver grew sad, not resisting Hundreds' gesture, - But I'd really like to know what your name is. If you're willing to share

- My, - iterator's voice faltered, - my name is Hundreds of Droplets

- Hundreds, huh... that's a beautiful name. I like it.

[himahimac]

silly OTS thoughts,,,

[biweeklylttm]

day 10

she sploring

[princess-self-shipping]

Thank you, I'll say goodbye soon Though its the end of the world Don't blame yourself now

[maya-the-surreal-soldier]

Frostbite of feathers!!! Mah babyyyyy!!!

I have finished four of my Iterator oc Sheets, im working on assembling the lore fore them so its at least undestanable, shes the first to be done fully, others are coming soon!!

[localceilingdevil]

off string designs for visceral growths. puppets actually built for moving around!!!

myths is technically already an "off string model" so i won't draw her design :p but here's the others

since they can't function without their neurons they have tiny ones inside of their body!!! i could go on about the functions. thinking about this stuff is so interesting to me.

rambles below the cut

ok so uhm the main thing i had to keep in mind with their off string design was mobility. OBVIOUSLY. their legs are built the way they are for the sake of traversing through harsh, bumpy and uneven terrain (for a multitude of purposes. i think in general their ancients would just want them to be mobile for important meetings and even in case of emergencies! ancients thinking about the future that DOESN'T involve mass ascension ... unheard of) and have springs based off the "prototype"'s (myths.) feet to absorb impact when falling. fields especially has a special ability to jump higher from the added mechanisms he has in his legs :]

their feet are talon-like for the sake of grip and their legs are generally very agile despite their chunky design! with multiple joints that allow for flexibility. their hips are also built to allow their legs to stretch to the side and whatnot. they're just very flexible in general.

now for my favorite part!!! the jelly-like substance that each of their puppets has acts as their "blood". despite being considered iterator blood it isn't fluid, and is comparable to the texture of the silicone from a breast implant—doesn't spill, is a great regulator for heat, and prevents any possible damage to their innards !!! the ancients figured that they'd need their neurons to function properly sooo they just shrunk down copies of their data into tinier neurons and just. filled em up with them. the neurons float around freely inside of them.

i also think that their cores are somewhere inside their torsos like a real heart, protected by the silicone. they also have a bunch of wires and functions inside that require frequent coolant so they probably have a bottle for it somewhere along their back that can be taken out at any given moment.

i think that's all i have to ramble about so far. they're so neat and fun to think about and ough. they're just like their superstructures fr fr <333 I'll probably yap more later but for now that's all

[elis-dreams]

I am very tired guys

I had this finished, forgot about it for a week, and then decided to redraw the entire thing :)

[trashiiplant]

always forever

[lavendertoastmoth]

worlds worst free YCH is here

If you want your iterator to get straight up murdered by local butcherbird bastard, Twenty eight stab wounds

uh.

send an oc in the reblogs

[himahimac]

quick addition to my off-the-string thoughts from here

[biweeklylttm]

hm...

Looks to the BOOM!

That sure is an explosion

[lembowe]

congrats on the new drawing tablet :DDD do. do you think you could draw some lilypad 👉🏻👈🏻 theyre my babies and i love them so much

anyways i love ur art !!!!! it’s so soft and colourful :D

hello !! hi i usually dont ship moon but damn is the lilypad propaganda strong hehe >:D this was intended to just be a sketch but here we are lol

[maya-the-surreal-soldier]

NEEXTTTT, mommy Shimmer has entered the chat

She and baby Firefly are fucking adorable

[cosmos-and-whatever]

[boiledegghole]

is it really a session of slugdnd without a melancholy reflection on the self and how things change

(the winner and l2tm (or, rather, lttm) have a chat as the last two left awake during a sleepover)