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> jonny sews this is a fact and i am right. ok? ok.

[ID: A digital painting of Jonny D'ville from The Mechanisms, sitting cross-legged and sewing a square floral pattern onto a navy jumper. His brows are furrowed in concentration as he works. The background is a deep blue space, with stars scattered around. End ID.]

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an artificial family  💉 💀

 i had doodled this idea in a corner of a notebook months ago and was very happy to finally work on it for real, i adore working on more minimalistic styles! plus i really wanted to make a loving homage to the mechs, i came late to the party but they’ve offered so much solace in the last year. and the character designs they built for themselves are irresistible, so of course i’d want to try my hand at some sort of lineup or group picture, and i’m very happy with the result  💙 i went through a lot of ideas for a more colorful background but in the end nearly white really was what looked best… i guess the figures work well by themselves. 

 i’d say raph was the one i was most excited to draw, i saved her for last and to me, her and carmilla are like the stars of the composition! i’m also REALLY happy with how nastya, marius and ts came out and i want to kiss them a lot. hope you like it as much as i enjoyed making it! :33 i like these enough to post them individually too and am possibly going to print them as stickers for myself at some point -that got me thinking that if anyone wanted to do the same or use these as icons or blog stuff, i’d be happy to share the hi-res files, so let me know what you think n.n

edit: you got it, friends! here’s the post with each mech individually as well as the info and link to download the files and get your own mechs thingies!

[ID: a digital illustration of doctor carmilla and the mechanisms, donde in a flat-colored, sharp, minimalistic style. the background is a light cream color a few lines of light coming from behind the group. on the bottom of the image, below the figures, is written ‘’dr. carmilla & the mechanisms’’. the group is arranged in a triangle, with carmilla sitting at the front and center. brian and jonny come from behind her seat to her right, while tim and ashes do the same to her left. behind her nastya and ivy stand nearly back to back. the cusp of the triangle is made up from marius and the toy soldier to the left and right, and raphaella in the center a ways above. carmilla looks to us, everyone else save for marius and the toy soldier, who have their eyes closed, look at her. everyone’s faces save for raph’s are in a sharp profile, and the only features drawn are eyes and noses.

  carmilla is sitting on a small throne with her legs to the right, not quite crossed, her left hand on her lap and her right on top of her ukelele, which she holds upright against the floor. brian is to her right coming from behind the chair, standing very hunched over, holding a drumstick in each hand. behind him, jonny stands leaning towards his front, with his gun pointing up. on the other side, tim comes from behind carmilla, also hunched over, holding his guitar pointing diagonally downwards. behind him, ashes stands upright with a hand on their pocket and the other holding a lit lighter up. their expression is less wary than that of brian, tim or jonny. behind carmilla and between jonny and ashes are nastya to our left, and ivy to our right. nastya stands with her back to us, looking over her shoulder with narrowed eyes at carmilla. ivy is also with her back to us, holding a book over her hip with her left hand, and with her right in a shushing motion near her face. next are marius and the toy soldier behind them, marius to our left and ts to our right, both posing similarly: they stand on one leg, like in a happy jump, and have their outer arm lifted high and their inner arm near their faces. their eyes are happily closed, marius’s left arm is adjustingthe monocle on the non-visible side of his face, and the toy soldier’s right hand goes to their forehead in a salute. lastly is raphaella behind and slightly above them, her wings splayed wide. her hair is floating wildly to the sides, she’s standing upright with her hands behind her back, looking straight down at carmilla. she’s the only figure shown fully frontal. end ID]

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an artificial family  💉 💀

 i had doodled this idea in a corner of a notebook months ago and was very happy to finally work on it for real, i adore working on more minimalistic styles! plus i really wanted to make a loving homage to the mechs, i came late to the party but they’ve offered so much solace in the last year. and the character designs they built for themselves are irresistible, so of course i’d want to try my hand at some sort of lineup or group picture, and i’m very happy with the result  💙 i went through a lot of ideas for a more colorful background but in the end nearly white really was what looked best… i guess the figures work well by themselves. 

 i’d say raph was the one i was most excited to draw, i saved her for last and to me, her and carmilla are like the stars of the composition! i’m also REALLY happy with how nastya, marius and ts came out and i want to kiss them a lot. hope you like it as much as i enjoyed making it! :33 i like these enough to post them individually too and am possibly going to print them as stickers for myself at some point -that got me thinking that if anyone wanted to do the same or use these as icons or blog stuff, i’d be happy to share the hi-res files, so let me know what you think n.n

edit: you got it, friends! here’s the post with each mech individually as well as the info and link to download the files and get your own mechs thingies!

[ID: a digital illustration of doctor carmilla and the mechanisms, donde in a flat-colored, sharp, minimalistic style. the background is a light cream color a few lines of light coming from behind the group. on the bottom of the image, below the figures, is written ‘’dr. carmilla & the mechanisms’’. the group is arranged in a triangle, with carmilla sitting at the front and center. brian and jonny come from behind her seat to her right, while tim and ashes do the same to her left. behind her nastya and ivy stand nearly back to back. the cusp of the triangle is made up from marius and the toy soldier to the left and right, and raphaella in the center a ways above. carmilla looks to us, everyone else save for marius and the toy soldier, who have their eyes closed, look at her. everyone’s faces save for raph’s are in a sharp profile, and the only features drawn are eyes and noses.

  carmilla is sitting on a small throne with her legs to the right, not quite crossed, her left hand on her lap and her right on top of her ukelele, which she holds upright against the floor. brian is to her right coming from behind the chair, standing very hunched over, holding a drumstick in each hand. behind him, jonny stands leaning towards his front, with his gun pointing up. on the other side, tim comes from behind carmilla, also hunched over, holding his guitar pointing diagonally downwards. behind him, ashes stands upright with a hand on their pocket and the other holding a lit lighter up. their expression is less wary than that of brian, tim or jonny. behind carmilla and between jonny and ashes are nastya to our left, and ivy to our right. nastya stands with her back to us, looking over her shoulder with narrowed eyes at carmilla. ivy is also with her back to us, holding a book over her hip with her left hand, and with her right in a shushing motion near her face. next are marius and the toy soldier behind them, marius to our left and ts to our right, both posing similarly: they stand on one leg, like in a happy jump, and have their outer arm lifted high and their inner arm near their faces. their eyes are happily closed, marius’s left arm is adjustingthe monocle on the non-visible side of his face, and the toy soldier’s right hand goes to their forehead in a salute. lastly is raphaella behind and slightly above them, her wings splayed wide. her hair is floating wildly to the sides, she’s standing upright with her hands behind her back, looking straight down at carmilla. she’s the only figure shown fully frontal. end ID]

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Lyfrassir edda :)

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Hi yes hello I heard you were dispensing jonnytim fics?

well if you insist, here you go! hope you enjoy :)

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What Jonny THINKS is happening

V.S.

What's ACTUALLY happening

Tag inspiration from @cowardlylittlebranchman

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What Jonny THINKS is happening

V.S.

What's ACTUALLY happening

Tag inspiration from @cowardlylittlebranchman

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Don’t recall asking your opinion, son.

GALAHAAAAD 🤲🤲🤲🤲

Hiii hi guys. Please enjoy my favourite animal.

The stupid god enjoyer.

❤️ 🤲

He wants to kiss boys made out of brass.

Masked version:

And some silly doodles I did of my favourite bozos :

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Boys!!!! with guns!!!!!

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the toy soldier makes some new friends! I’m sure this will be traumatic for no-one involved! read the fic here or under the cut. if you enjoy it I’d love to hear what you think

The Soldier cried. It had no tear ducts, of course, but it did have vocal chords, and its sobbing and wailing was real enough.

“Why won’t they come back?” it whispered disbelievingly, abruptly ceasing its cries. It had hoped a display of emotion might bring them back, if only to reprimand it for interrupting their practice. It usually worked, but now the ship was silent and empty.

“Aurora, why won’t you talk to me, old chap?”

It waited. No response came.

“Is it because they’re gone? Is it because Nastya’s gone? I’m not gone though, we can be friends, can’t we?”

Nothing. Nothing at all.

“Can’t we at least pretend?”

The ship was indifferent. That did give the Toy Soldier an idea, though. It picked itself up from the ground, limbs scraping across the floor then snapping into place, as though lifted by unseen wires, and it marched to the bridge. It sat down in the pilot’s chair, Brian’s chair, except he was gone now, and never coming back, so TS decided that technically meant that it owned every chair on the ship, including this one. Every teapot and table and mandolin and gun onboard belonged to it now. That wasn’t as comforting an idea as it had hoped.

It stared uncomprehendingly at the switches and dials and little mysterious blinking lights on the console. Brian always made it look so easy. Perhaps that was it! It just had to be confident and assertive. It started pressing buttons and pulling levels at random, until a screen flashed red and the controls locked out with an error sound. The Soldier pouted.

“Aurora, where’s the nearest planet inhabited by humanoids?”

The ship was quiet.

“Aurora, navigate there. Please?”

It slammed a hand against the console in frustration, and several lights came on, the systems whirring into life. A route map was automatically traced out on a screen, and her engines fired up.

“Tally-ho!” it cried excitedly. It would have to begin preparations immediately.

***

It stalked the streets, slowly, carefully, searching. Did that man look enough like Jonny..? No, too tall, and too old. Or what about that person for Marius? Not quite right, but similar enough - maybe he would look just right with a haircut. One by one, it handpicked itself a crew, creeping up behind them and carefully injecting them with a sedative, then carrying them back to the ship. Once it was done, it ensured all the exits were secured, and launched the ship back into space.

They were all still asleep, and it took the opportunity to carefully dress them in the crews’ old clothes. They didn’t seem to fit quite right, but that was alright, they could make it work. It tried to paint their faces where necessary to give the impression of their mechanisms, and it was partway through ‘Jonny’s’ makeup as they began, slowly, to awake. The others stirred slightly, still drowsy and confused, and ‘Jonny’ groaned softly and squirmed slightly. When he found he couldn’t move, he cracked his eyes open and struggled harder, letting out a cry of fear. TS held his forehead firmly against the ground with one hand and its knee pinned down his torso as it carefully traced out the swirling black lines across his face.

“Hold still,”

“Wha’re you doin t’me,” he asked, voice rising in fear, his body still clumsy from the drugs.

“I’m doing your makeup for you, of course. Hold. Still.” It let him go a few minutes later, and he scrambled away, hiding behind the others.

TS surveyed its new crew, and beamed encouragingly.

“Who are you? Why are we here?” Raphaella asked, fear evident in her voice.

“You’re going to be my new friends! Now listen carefully for your names.” It walked amongst the confused and afraid crew, pointing at each of them in turn. “Jonny, Nastya, Ashes, Ivy, Brian, Tim, Raphaella and Marius. Don’t forget!”

“Why should we do what you say?” Marius demanded.

“If you don’t, I’ll probably kill you.”

They all flinched.

“This is perfectly simple! Ivy, you say things like, did you know that horses have 205 bones, and there’s a 40% chance that we will be followed. And you read!” It handed her a random book and Ivy took it and nodded slightly, lips white with fear. Jonny was crying quietly. 

“What do you want from us? I just want to go home,” he said.

The Soldier took his face in its hands.

“Your name is Jonny, and you like guns and murder and cannibalism and puns and storytelling and card games and patricide and singing and-“

Jonny pulled away, crying harder. 

“Get your tear ducts under control, sir!” it ordered, affronted.

He desperately wiped away the tears, unable to hold in the sobs that shook his body.

“And now you’ve completely ruined your facepaint, we’ll have to redo it.”

Jonny scrambled away, curling up in the corner, shaking. The Soldier put its hands on its hips in a display of irritation, but let him be. 

“And don’t come out of that corner until you’re ready to take this seriously!”

It turned to the rest of them, plastering a smile across its face.

“You go in the vents,” it told Nastya firmly, picking her up roughly, unlocking the door and taking her into the corridor and bodily shoving her inside one of the nearby vents as she struggled, and screwed the ventilation cover shut behind her, so she wouldn’t get confused and try to leave.

“Wait- please! I’m claustrophobic, please let me out! You can’t just leave me in here!” Nastya’s breathing was rapid and shallow as she panicked.

“Well, you’ll just have to get used to it, won’t you?” it walked away, returning to the others. It caught a glimpse of Tim’s coat disappearing around the corner as he fled out of the door it had left open.

“Quick march!” it said to itself, and in just a few powerful strides it grabbed Tim by the collar of his shirt and dragged him back into the room. Everyone seemed to be collectively holding their breath, waiting to see what it would do. It shoved Tim to the ground, and locked the door behind it. They would be allowed to leave when and only when the Soldier said so.

“Ashes,” it said thoughtfully, gripping Tim’s head by the hair as he yelped in pain and turning his face towards them. “Do you think his eyes look at all mechanical?”

Ashes appeared zoned out and didn’t respond at first, but they flinched slightly as they noticed its wide, unblinking eyes boring into them.

“Uh,” their eyes darted around in panic, trying to remember the question and figure out how to answer. “…No?” they guessed.

“No, I didn’t think so either,” it agreed. Ashes slumped in relief that they seemed to have chosen correctly, tension leaving their body.

TS hummed thoughtfully. The lines it had drawn around Tim’s eyes were a pale, ineffective imitation of what his eyes should really look like, all shifting plates beneath the skin and clicking and whirring mechanical eyeballs.

“Well! We’ll just have to fix it then, won’t we?” it declared brightly. 

It pinned Tim down and dug its wooden fingers into his eyes. He screamed and screamed and wouldn’t stop as his eyeballs burst, black liquid pouring from the sockets as the Soldier dug out the deflated remains and then they were all screaming and Brian tried to hit it, tried to pull it away from Tim, but then it rose, turning its own eyes on him, and it slammed its fist into his head with a crack and Brian collapsed, a visible dent in his head, the diameter of an apple. His eyes were unfocused and his limbs twitched as he tried to speak, but all that came out was garbled gibberish as drool and froth issued from his mouth and his eyes rolled around wildly until finally he lay still and silent, and Tim sobbed, a grey-pink liquid pouring down his face as the black liquid from his missing eyes mixed with his blood and tears. The others were shrieking in horror and shock, or frozen silently in place.

They hesitated for a moment, then the remaining five fell upon the Soldier, desperately punching and kicking and biting. It was unfazed by the assault and knocked them aside easily, breaking Marius’ arm with a flick of the wrist, shattering Ivy’s skull with a heavy blow, cracking Ashes’ ribs with a sharp kick, and, at last remembering its gun, it shot Raphaella point blank in the head. It tore out this false Jonny’s heart with its bare hand and crushed it as he fell uncomprehendingly to his knees, then keeled over onto his face. The Soldier stood amongst the blood-soaked wreckage of dead, dying and collapsed people bearing the faces of its lost friends, and it let out a sob. It would deal with this the same way Jonny always had: it dragged the bodies, some crying out and resisting, others limp and dead, into the airlock. It shut the door to the ship and opened the door to space, and they were sucked out into the darkness, thrashing in fear as they suffocated and froze.

Well, that experiment had failed. Maybe it would make some tea.

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interesting little behind the scenes

https://x.com/JessicaTheLaw/status/1782729896852095038

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NEW VIDEO QITH NARRATION DISCOVERED IM THE FACEBOOK TRENCHES MOD MIRALINES IS NOT ONLINE IT IS NEARLY 6AM AND I HAVE NOT SLEPT. HAVE NOT WATXHED IT YET

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Ok seriously, I need to hear everyone’s hcs about Marius and Raph’s backstories. Like, what the fuck is going on with the (stunningly beautiful) winged scientist and the neither baron nor doctor

(Once again, deepest apologies to all of my newsies mutuals, you guys should listen to the mechanisms, they’re a band of immortal storytelling space pirates-)

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Ok seriously, I need to hear everyone’s hcs about Marius and Raph’s backstories. Like, what the fuck is going on with the (stunningly beautiful) winged scientist and the neither baron nor doctor

(Once again, deepest apologies to all of my newsies mutuals, you guys should listen to the mechanisms, they’re a band of immortal storytelling space pirates-)

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“My friends, my people, my flock; I have had a vision - a vast fiery orb, floating in an endless void, and there, so small, so fragile, us! But falling, falling, falling into the flames!”

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little doodle for the like three people out there who have both played hollow knight and listened to the mechs