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JummBox: Part 14

Covers are hard when you're cursed with perfectionism. But we tried and we're okay with what we've made.

This is my 36th creation. It contains two songs by Porter Robinson: Hear The Bells and Divinity. I figured out how to change keys midway through a song here, so that's something that I'm proud of!

This is my 37th creation. It contains two songs by Madeon: All My Friends and Borealis. There's also a hint of Shelter, which was inspired by many mashups of songs.

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JummBox: Part 13

Hello and welcome back! I thought I was loosing my touch, but it turns out that being sick can kick something sideways and get your touch back.

Anyways.

This is my 34th creation. It's as it says on the cover: a random attempt to try something more chiptune. It's something, but it's not too bad!

This is my 35th creation. I wanted to see if I can upgrade my previous cover of "Pure Imagination". So I added drums, as well as some extra brass and strings for the approximate final 90 seconds. It's as muddled and grand and slightly confusing as always, but it's something I still like.

As always, the original song belongs to the original composer. At this point, there's quite a few versions of "Pure Imagination", so I guess this is my take on it.

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A Meal In The Rain

17 April 2024 — 17 April 2024

Summary: A meal in the kingdom of Sky is always best shared with others.

Word Count: ~1.6k words

Author's Note: This is inspired by Sky Food ideas by @justsomeectoplasm, go check their work out!

Also on AO3

Eating a good meal in Hidden Forest wasn’t like eating a good meal in, for example, Daylight Prairie. Prairie had plenty of options; after all, it was the home of cooking and farming! The lands were fertile and the mantas were abundant. Even Sanctuary, for all of its praise for being a vacation location, had a teeming export economy via its seafood. However, if there was something that Forest had that in abundance that Prairie didn’t, it was — 

“Fruit!”

The chibi-like skykid yanked the bowl out of the vendor’s hands with an excited honk. The bowl was slightly chilled and contained a dark violet mash, topped with various other fruits and a sticky floral syrup. The skykid let out a few more excited honks and was about to rush off before the vendor let out a call of their own. They held out a hand and mimed someone putting something in it.

The chibi-like skykid placed down the right amount of candles before scampering off to find a seat in the treehouse. The treehouse was crowded with various skykids from different realms, all crowding around to find a proper seat to enjoy their meals or snacks. The persistent scent of petrichor pierced through their brown mask to their nose.

Thankfully, most veterans were cautious enough to not accidentally kick around any chibis or moths underfoot. Most veterans were also willing to give up their seats to other skykids, unless they were deep in conversation, to which others simply gave up trying to catch their attention via honks and moved on.

The skykid swiveled their head around and tried to find their friends. They let out a few high-pitched squeaks, but that only got the attention of a few baby mantas as they flew past with the adults close behind. One baby manta even got close enough to fly in a circle around the cherubic skykid before it rejoined its squadron.

The skykid inhaled and screamed out a deep call. It reverberated through the open space, causing several skykids to answer back with calls of their own. A nearby swarm of butterflies reacted to the deep call and fluttered around the skykid before lifting them up.

They let out another deep call.

This time, another deep call answered them back. Then, another one.

The first call was a bit bubbly, and a few nearby mantas passing through the area reacted to it by letting out calls of their own. The second call was newer; it was a deeper bird call that whistled instead of chirped.

The chibi-like skykid flapped their blue, birdlike cape a few times to escape from the butterflies before gliding over to a little table set up on the mainland of the treehouse area. It was closer to the food stalls than the treehouse’s homey seating area, so the smell of various spices and herbs stuck to all pieces of fabric and mixed together to form a hot, homogenous, herbal area.

The table was set underneath a large cover, so the occasional drip of water from the trees created a deep ploink that worked to bring a sense of rain back to the Forest, even though it always rained in the realm. As the chibi skykid landed, they placed their fruit bowl down on the table and took a seat on one of the chairs provided. “I got a fruit bowl!” they announced.

One of the other skykids gave them a soft applause. “That is good to see,” they said as they pushed forward a woven steamer with its lid still on. “I got some crab dumplings to share for us, as well as some freshly stuffed buns before the vendor sold out.”

“They can sell out?”

“Yes, especially when there is a large influx of skykids such as now.”

“Because it isn’t raining in the treehouse area?”

“Exactly.”

The other skykid pushed a hot cup of tea towards the chibi. The tea smelt of various aromatic herbs, and the bottom of the clay cup revealed various crushed plants floating around. “Drink up Zephyr,” they gently ordered, “and take some of the other food as well. A fruit bowl isn’t going to fill you up.”

Zephyr removed their mask and set it on the table, inner side up. Their naturally short height revealed itself to any passerbys that might’ve assumed they were a taller skykid wearing a chibi mask. They took the cup of hot tea in both hands and took a careful sip. Despite heat not being a large problem for skykids — their inner candle was hotter than tea water after all! —  the taste was still strong and their face crinkled up in response. “Bleh! Gross! Tastes like how grass smells.”

“How would you know that?” Whynn asked as they fixed their hair. It was half-up and tied back with a violet and gold hair tie, which automatically made it ten times cooler in Zephyr’s mind. “Is that a Prairie kid thing?”

“I dunno. You ever smelled grass?”

“I have, before I settled in the vaults.” Whynn removed their pale mask and brought the cup of tea up to take a sip. They stayed silent for a moment before they added, “There’s a garden in the Starlight Dessert. I can smell some grass there.”

“But it’s not Prairie grass! Grass smells fresher in the sunlight.”

“Are you sure you are smelling sunlit grass and not trampled grass?” the third skykid asked. “On my travels to Prairie, it is always crowded when moths enter the picture, and let us not forget the sudden adoptions.”

“Dunno A.T., you live in Valley and Valley doesn’t have grass.”

Whynn promptly choked on their tea and started to cough loudly, leaning over the edge of the table to hide their face. “Zephyr — !”

A.T. gave the chibi a long, long gaze. Its bright eyes didn’t break the stare except to blink. Then, they sighed and tipped their cap at Zephyr. “Touché.”

Zephyr loudly cackled and swiped a stuffed bun. They took a large bite and gasped as a vegetable chunk nearly fell to the ground. They caught it with a hand and stuffed it in their mouth. The soft bread was light and properly held the filling of minced crab and vegetables inside. The crab was sweet and cooked in a similar seasoning as the vegetables, which were still a bit crunchy. “Yummy!” they cried out with a honk. “Thank you!”

“You are welcome,” A.T. said as they removed their own mask and set it down. He took a deep spoon and carefully scooped up a dumpling before placing the whole wrapped goodie in her mouth. It silently chewed on it as she used her free hand to adjust the feathers of his slim blue cape.

It was less of a cape and more of a back warmer to Zephyr, but it provided the same purpose: help channel their winged light to power their flight. The youngest skykid didn’t fully understand the love of skinnier capes, but maybe it was because they were young and only went through one reincarnation. Once through Eden and Orbit was enough for them, so they also didn’t spend too much on hunting down all the winged light.

They knew that Whynn and A.T. were both seasons older than they were. Whynn told them stories of Eden and how it subtly changed, while A.T. shared new locations of winged light popping up as more of the kingdom revealed itself to the skykids.

Zephyr thought that the kingdom was already large enough, but to hear stories of how it was smaller before? Why, it made them hungry. So they grabbed a crab dumpling.

The dumpling burst as soon as they bit into it, some of the sticky juice escaping from the corner of their mouth. The filling was savory and tasted different from their stuffed bun, despite containing the same filling of crab and forest vegetables. They wiped their mouth with the back of their hands.

“Zephyr, those are sticky and they’ll– Here, let me.” Whynn abandoned their chair and moved over to Zephyr’s side. They took a cloth napkin that was hiding underneath the dumpling steamer and wiped both the chibi’s mouth and their hands. “You’ll get these on your clothes.”

“Then it’ll be a snack for when I gotta go back to Prairie!” Zephyr joked. “Mmm, sticky crab juice.”

Whynn chuckled and shook their head. “Or you could eat your fill here and just be more careful. I know there’s good food in Prairie too.” They set the napkin back on the table and took a stuffed bun before heading back to their seat.

The conversation softly drifted into other topics as the food on the table slowly dwindled. The dumplings were the first to go, followed by the stuffed buns. Zephyr was forced to share their fruit bowl after looking at it and realizing that they didn’t have enough room to finish it all. But it was okay: the looks on unmasked faces of the two veterans after trying the fruit bowl made them feel warm inside. Warmer than their inner candle.

That warm feeling inside them caused their eyes to droop and a yawn to escape them. The constant ploink of raindrops falling from the trees gradually faded as they felt themself being lifted into another’s arms and carried away. They snuggled their face against a scarf-like cape and smelled faint traces of dust and stone.

Memory cubes.

Vault.

This was Whynn carrying them.

The veterans murmured whispers carrying words they didn’t fully comprehend through their drowsy state, so they let it lull them to sleep in the misty forest, carrying them far away to warm meals shared with loved ones.

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JummBox: Part 12

*kicks down the door*

I was hit with the idea to combine my OC themes together because of the name! The name...it inched into my brain and promptly stuck there.

This is my 33rd creation. Pulling a little bit from each theme featured here, it's a little tune of the west winds and a train carrying them onwards! Westward ho!

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Emotions Within Metal

29 March 2024 — 30 March 2024

Summary: Yearning for something on both parties and emotions are thought about.

Word Count: ~2.2k words

TW: None

Author’s Note: I wanted to explore AT-1225's mindset a bit, so you get this!

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Commission for Kewkies aka @xxxkewkiesxxx!

Kewkies here asked me via kicking down my door as Big Bird (you know, that GIF) to make a tune for her Welcome Home OC, Sabrina Spool. This vampiric seamstress is here to be in the dark and creepy moment, and she'd be happy if you'd like to come along with her. If all goes well, you may end up with a new style by the end of it!

We ended up with two version of her song: an original, and a slower remix.

This is my 31st creation. This is for Sabrina Spool. A song that drones of the dark, but these moments aren't the dark ones at all. They may just be hiding something new.

Featuring hurdy-gurdy (I had to figure this out, but a combination of droning strings and another layer of strings atop that can do the trick!), cello, and pipe organ, this also features an ode to the elegant and the weird.

And as per Kewkie's request, they asked for an experimental version of Sabrina's tune. After some fiddling, we came up with this!

This is my 32nd creation. Featuring everything kicked down an octave, some sort of high bell, and slower tempo (70 BPM here instead of the original's 92 BPM), this is Sabrina's dirge. She's deep in the musings of the dark here...or perhaps she's just making a style that no one has seen before.

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JummBox: Part 11

This is just one tune, but I was frothing at the mouth when I imagined it. Making it was...a challenge. It was easy to reference the nursery rhyme tunes, but it was hard to build upon that to make the story I wanted to make (and what a story it is!).

Nevertheless! We did it!

Take another

Gifted Tune

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This is my 30th creation. This is for @him224 and the characters it's making for RWBY. While I may not know too much about RWBY, the characters that Blank made for the series have captivated me! Y'all should ask about his characters.

Featuring panning (best listened with headphones), many instruments and moving parts; the mouse that ran up the clock, putting one's self back together again after a great fall, rising from the ashes, finding a new flock, and a grimm rhyme...or is it a grim rhythm?

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Commission for Toast aka @sketchy-tour!

Toast here asked me to make a tune for their Welcome Home OC, Dandy Leon, and the lovable Wally Darling. A sort of love song, if you will. Add on top of that an idea for a written scene between the two and you have this!

(Also I'm eating up your comments in Discord, please know that /pos)

This is my 29th creation. This is for Dandy Leon and Wally Darling. A song of spring, being in bloom, and many references to Dandy's Delights (for this is a tune with Dandy in it!). The goobers are waltzing in the garden and having fun little stumbles, but they're enjoying themselves because the world is in bloom.

Painted Flowers

25 March 2024 — 26 March 2024

Summary: Wally wants to paint someone to day. But who should he paint? Barnaby suggests to him, "Why not Dandy?"

Word Count: ~2.8k words

TW: None

Author’s Note: Enjoy! Also on AO3 as a gift.

One day, Wally Darling woke up and decided that he was going to paint today.

If someone were to ask him why, like his best friend did when the large blue pooch stopped by the painter’s sentient house, he couldn’t explain it. “I just want to paint today, Barnaby,” Wally said in his signature monotonous voice. He pocketed some of his paintbrushes and tubes of acrylic paint in the pockets of his blue cardigan as he added, “I have a problem, though.”

“Eh? What’s botherin’ my lil’ apple today?” Barnaby B. Beagle asked as he leaned against Home’s outer walls. The dark blue ear closest to the front door perked up as he joked, “Ain’t it too early to feel gray? I thought that was Frank’s job!” The dog howled in laughter, then in mock pain as Home lightly smacked him with his door. “Alright, alright! I get it Home!”

Wally laughed a quiet little “Ha ha ha,” even though he didn’t quite get what was funny about the joke. The few times he had asked Barnaby to explain a joke to him, his best friend had groaned and placed a paw over his snout.

“A joke ain’t funny if I hafta explain it,” he had said, “but for you, lil’ buddy, fine. I will.” Barnaby had patted his shoulder to show that he meant no ill will with his tone, but that night and for the next few ones, Wally had tried and failed to squash the thought that he might’ve ruined his best friend’s jokes forever.

“Home, I get it. No makin’ fun of the sourpuss– Home!” Barnaby let out a few more laughs, then thumped at his chest twice as he cleared his throat. “Lil’ buddy, ya said ya had a problem?”

“Oh, yes. I have a problem.” Wally wordlessly gave Barnaby a blank canvas, then his folded wooden easel. The former was off white and lightly textured, while the latter was light brown with splatters of miscellaneous colors. The hinges were squeaky with use and no longer smelled of wood but instead, it smelled faintly of chemicals from the paints he used.

It was bad for him, according to Frank and Poppy, but he found it comforting. Could something that was bad also be comforting? He would have to ask someone about it.

But, that was for later. Another problem for later.

“I don’t know what to paint,” Wally said as he grabbed his palette, stepped outside, and closed the door. He craned his neck up, took a few steps away from his taller friend, then craned his neck a little less. “I don’t feel like painting red apples. But I like painting red apples. I don’t feel like painting you, but I like painting you too.” He fiddled with one of his paintbrushes, running the clean bristles over his fingers as he asked, “What should I do, Barnaby?”

“Well, gee Walls.” Barnaby furrowed his brow as he exhaled through his nose. “How’s about ya paint one of your neighbors?”

“Oh. That’s a good idea.” Wally paused stroking his fingertips with the paintbrush bristles, then resumed as another problem made itself apparent. “But who? Who should I paint today Barnaby?”

“Well, you can’t paint me! You said you didn’t wanna.”

“I still love you Barnaby.”

“Yeah, love ya too.” Barnaby started to thump his foot on the ground, quietly letting out a low growl as he thought. “Who have ya painted?”

“I’ve painted you, Barnaby. I’ve painted Julie, and I’ve painted Frank. I’ve painted Sally, and I’ve painted Poppy. I’ve painted Eddie, and I’ve painted Howdy.” Wally counted off each neighbor on each of his fingers, and he was left with one finger left standing. “I’ve tried to paint Home, but Home is very large and requires a lot of time. I will finish Home’s portrait soon.”

Home creaked an apology.

“It’s okay Home.”

“Huh. How about ya paint one of our other neighbors?” Barnaby asked. “How’s about that one with the sunflowers in their yard? Dandy?”

“Dandy?” Wally stopped brushing his fingertips as the name bounced around his head, trying to attach itself to a face. Sunflowers in their yard…green…brown hat…flowers. But not Julie’s type of flowers. Julie’s flowers were loud and vibrant, brave and running towards what she loved. Flowers attached to Dandy’s name were bright, yes, but they were gentle. They curled away from harsh words and they bloomed in the quiet moments.

The painter gasped. “Oh! Yes! I should paint Dandy!” Almost at once, the floodgates in his brain opened. Ideas flooded his mind, breaking through darkness with shades of green and yellow and red. He almost wished that he was as big as Barnaby so he could walk further with each step. His plans of painting couldn’t wait!

Barnaby let out a howl of laughter and gestured to the main road with a jerk of his head. “C’mon lil’ apple. Let go get your sunflower’s portrait painted.”

“My sunflower?” Wally asked as the pair started on the journey to the gardener’s house. “Barnaby, the sunflowers belong to Dandy. And I will be painting Dandy, not their sunflowers.”

The blue dog snickered. “Alright lil’ buddy.”

Wally didn’t understand that joke either.

The sun shone down on the pair of best friends as they approached the earthy-colored house. Even from a distance, the yellow flowers stood tall towards the sun, almost greeting them with how they were turned towards them. Some were lightly tied to wooden stakes, but they still looked healthy.

Standing next to the sunflowers was a puppet with green felt, short and fluffy brown hair, and squarish glasses on their face. The sleeves of their brown cardigan were partially rolled up as they inspected some of the leaves of the sunflowers, their face deep in concentration as their mouth moved slightly with words that were too quiet to hear.

“Heya Dandy!” Barnaby barked out as the distance between the puppets started to close.

Dandy jumped and looked up from their work. Their eyes widened and they scrambled to dust off their clothes, roll down their sleeves, and step out of the thick of their sunflowers. “Wally! Barnaby!” they called back. “What can I do for y’all?”

“Funny, they called your name first Walls,” Barnaby murmured.

“That was supposed to be funny?” Wally asked.

“Eh.” Barnaby shrugged and turned his attention back to Dandy. “Wally here wants to paint ya.”

Wally watched as Dandy’s gaze rapidly turned to him, hovered for a moment too long, then turned back to his best friend. “Me?” the gardener asked as they pointed to themself. Their gaze turned back to Wally as they repeated, “You want to paint me?”

“Yes,” Wally breathed. “I want to paint you, Dandy.”

“I — ” The gardener's hands started to wave dismissively as their eyes dropped to the ground. “I don’t think I’m good enough to be painted! I’m a mess, and I have dirt on my hands. My hair is messy, and I have to send some flowers to Howdy’s — ”

With one swift motion, Barnaby unfolded Wally’s easel and placed it down nearby. He then patted Dandy’s head and chuckled at the yelp of surprise the gardener let out. “Re-lax Dandy. Walls here ain’t gonna eat cha alive!”

Wally’s fingers tightened around his cardigan for a brief moment. His eyes itched.

Not today. Not today.

Barnaby placed the blank canvas down on the empty easel and patted Wally on the shoulder before he bid the two shorter puppets farewell and walked away. “Peace out ‘n have fun! I’ll be at Howdy’s if ya need me!”

Wally waved goodbye to the blue dog, then turned his attention back to Dandy. “I will be painting you soon, neighbor.”

“Wally,” Dandy murmured. They kept looking at the ground, their voice even quieter than when Barnaby was there. Their brows were furrowed slightly and their mouth was pressed together in a thin line. “You don’t have to paint me. I think there are better neighbors to paint than lil’ ol’ me,” they chuckled. At the last half of their sentence, they sounded a bit like Eddie.

“I want to,” Wally countered. “I really do want to paint you.” He started to take out some of the acrylic tubes and laid them on the excess wood of the easel. He untwisted some of the caps to loosen them up, then carefully squeezed a bit of paint onto his palette one at a time. A bit of black and white in the corner for mixing, then green here and yellow there. Blue as well, and brown was very important.

“I woke up today and wanted to paint,” he confessed. “But I didn’t want to paint red apples or Barnaby, even though I love both red apples and Barnaby very much. Oh, thank you Dandy.”

The gardener blushed as they helped screw the caps of the paints back on. “I can getcha a cup of water for your paints. And a stool, if you want one.”

“A stool for the paint water would be nice, thank you.”

As Dandy hurriedly walked inside their house, Wally made it his mission to stare at the blank canvas with a paintbrush in one hand and his palette in the other. He had the subject, and he had the colors. He had the idea, no matter how faint it was. But now that he was here, with his subject nearby and with his colors laid out, the idea was rapidly vanishing.

His grip on the paintbrush tightened. The pose. How should Dandy pose? And any objects? Should they be holding anything in their hands? How much of Dandy should he paint?

He wanted to paint today, that he knew. But why was it so hard to paint?

“ —lly? Wally?”

The pompadoured puppet let in a sharp inhale of air and turned towards the voice.

Dandy gasped in return, backing away slightly. They bumped against the stool where an old cup filled with water sat, and they cried out to catch it as it wobbled precariously. “Golly! I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Wally said. He found his voice again — again; he was losing it…what year was it? — and forced himself to take a slow, calm breath. “I still want to paint you, Dandy. But, I’m having trouble imagining how I want to paint you.”

“Paint me however you want Wally, and I’m sure it’ll look nice.” Dandy’s gaze alternated between him and the ground, and their felt still showed hints of a blush. Pinkish, maybe red.

Like apples.

Wally slowly raised his paintbrush and started to circle it in midair, pretending that the ends of the brush were covered in red paint. He brushed an imaginary stroke upwards to make a stem, then two smooth lines to make a leaf. He liked apples. Those were the first things he painted.

What did Dandy like?

“Oh!” he gasped. “Dandy, can I paint you with sunflowers?”

“Sunflowers?” Dandy repeated. “The tall ones or the ones I picked earlier for Howdy’s?”

Wally paused. He looked at the sunflowers that towered above their heads nearby. Instead of looking friendly, they now looked intimidating. “I want to paint you with the sunflowers closer to your face.”

“My face? Oh, you’re going to paint my face?” Dandy’s hands waved, though not as erratically as Julie. “Can’t I hide behind my sunflowers? I’m a mess like I said and the sunflowers are more beautiful than I am and — ”

“Dandy.”

Dandy stopped.

“I think my neighbors look beautiful on my canvas because I paint what I see.” Wally’s smile widened as he added, “And I think the painting I want to do with you and your sunflowers will be beautiful too.”

If Dandy’s face could turn into a pretty red apple, it would. The gardener sputtered something before they stumbled away and stumbled back with a large bouquet of sunflowers in their hands. Dozens of yellow petals shone outwards, almost giving Sally a challenger for the brightest one in the neighborhood. In their centers, hundreds of seeds created a dark contrast.

In the middle of it all, Dandy’s face was buried in it.

Wally didn’t mind so much. He needed to paint the sunflowers first.

So began the long and slow process of mixing colors to create the right shade, then applying them onto the canvas in gentle strokes. The petals were abstract shapes at first, radiating from a circle of darkness in the center. As Wally switched brushes and added details, the sunflowers gained personality. Individual petals started to differentiate, and someone could pluck out the seeds if they wished to.

He dipped the brush in the murky paint water and started on the puppet. He looked around the canvas and saw Dandy’s face still buried in the sunflowers.

That was no good.

He placed the paintbrush on the stool and slowly approached them. “Dandy. Could you lift your face up please? I need to paint it.”

Dandy hesitantly complied, but most of their face was still covered by yellow petals. “The sunflowers are more beautiful,” they faintly insisted. “They’re in bloom.”

“You are in bloom too,” Wally said. Despite his brush hand smelling slightly of paint, he reached out and cupped his hand against Dandy’s cheek. He gently lifted their warm face up and out of the sunflowers and said, “You are in bloom, Dandy. Like the sunflowers, and the apple blossoms.

“I woke up and wanted to paint today. I wanted to paint, and you are in bloom. Why should I not paint a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers and the neighbor that grew them?”

A long, palpable pause stretched out between the two. Wally wondered if he made a mistake with this. He knew that Frank didn’t like to be touched very often, so what if Dandy was the same?

Then, Dandy slowly smiled. Their smile radiated through the sunflowers, and for a second, Wally thought that the gardener was the most pretty flower he’d seen.

His own smile widened and he withdrew his hand. “This…this is the most! I will paint this now!” He swiftly came back to his canvas and started mixing the right shade of green. The portrait slowly came together. First the general shape, then the details. The highlights came last. A few broad strokes for a blue sky, and…!

“Dandy, it’s done.” Wally placed each used paintbrush into the murky paint water, one by one as he waited for the subject of his painting to shuffle around the easel to look at his work.

On the canvas, were dozens of sunflowers arranged in a strong bouquet intermixed with delicate petals. The sunflowers themselves were made of strokes of yellow and circles of black, highlighted by elegant lines that made each detail pop. In the middle of it all, was a puppet whose smile was the centerpiece of the painting. Eyes slightly squinted shut from how wide they were smiling, a hint of red on their cheeks, and hands that held the entire bouquet together by their stems.

A gasp followed by a squeal of joy. Hand waving and heel bouncing briskly followed, alongside quiet bursts of “It’s so beautiful!” and “The detail on the sunflowers!”

Wally watched Dandy go through several levels of joy and awe, and the semi-permanent smile on his face softened. His partially-lidded eyes took in the small details: brown eyes that sparkled at the work of art on the canvas; the little yellow flower on their hat that never wilted; gentle flowers that reached towards the sun, fingers curling around the drops of light and holding it close.

Quiet.

“Do you want to keep it?”

“I…I shouldn’t.” The light was escaping from their fingertips.

Did he do that?

“I insist. I would be honored if you took it.” Wally gingerly took the still-drying painting and held it out towards Dandy. “I want you to have it.”

Dandy’s mouth pressed into a thin line as they looked down at the ground for a moment, then thrust the sunflowers in front of them. “Take these. I’d feel bad if you didn't have something in return. I can always get more for Howdy, it’s not a big deal.”

The next minutes were spent juggling an exchange; between trying not to touch any paint on the canvas and not dropping any sunflowers on the ground, the two spent an excessive amount of time trying to give each other the items. In the end, Dandy was left holding their portrait and Wally had a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand.

Dandy lightly bounced inside their house, and Wally was left outside with a sunny-smelling bundle of flowers counteracting against the chemical scent of his acrylics. He buried his face within the flowers and deeply inhaled. Between strong whiffs of paint, he breathed in drops of sunlight.

“The most,” he exhaled. “These are the most.”

For the next several days, anyone who peeked in the window of Home could catch a glimpse of a vase filled with cut sunflowers. They were perky and alive, and it certainly complimented a fresh red apple that always sat next to the vase for as long as the sunflowers lived.

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JummBox: Part 10

*taps mic*

I am in awe of how many people have made their gifted tunes their ringtone. My silly lil' tunes, your ringtone?

My head is in my hands.

AHEM ANYWAYS, here are some more

Gifted Tunes

Get gifted peeps!

This is my 24th creation. This is for Mori Moonlet (belonging to @kawaiialeisha). You are insane, keep up the good work /pos

Featuring piano and violin, elegance, a change in time signature (the part in 3/4 I actually made first! So I'd like to think this has two time signatures: 4/4 and 3/4), and holy cow a tempo of 170.

This is my 25th creation. This is for Nova Moonlet and Mori Moonlet (belonging to @ilovethecolorblue and @kawaiialeisha, respectively). This is the second (maybe? I mean who's counting?) time I tried to mash together two tunes together (the tunes I made for "The Locked Tomb" are my first instances).

Featuring guitar and piano, a bit of a twist on some themes, and going "Oh! That's funky!" many times in the process.

This is my 26th creation. This is for Starii and Mori Moonlet (belonging to @dianacoreexe and @kawaiialeisha, respectively). Another mashup of tunes! Though, this is less of a mashup than the previous one. Instead, it's more of...trying to match? Ah, the lovers.

Featuring my best attempt of glass harmonica, as well as violin and piano, this also features themes/ideas pulled from You Began To Dream, and my best to make it sound atmospheric, like stargazing.

This is my 27th creation. This is for Solar (belonging to @bowlfullofsunshine). I only know you as "The Dead Wife Guy™", I'm so sorry. Thankfully I have friends who know Solar better than I do.

Featuring kalimba, bells my beloved, a banjo for sunny days, and a type of "call and response" sort of theme.

This is my 28th creation. This is for, as named, The Space Family, consisting of Nova Moonlet (@ilovethecolorblue), Mori Moonlet (@kawaiialeisha), Starii (@dianacoreexe), and Solar (@bowlfullofsunshine).

This tried to fight me! But, then it surprised me with a little something, which is the second half!

Featuring everyone's themes, my favorite part repeated four times (one for each family member!), a callback to the stars, and found family!

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Pre-Canaan House Blues

22 March 2024 — 23 March 2024

Summary: There are worries over the invitation to the Canaan House.

Word Count: ~2.3k words

TW: None, I think

Author's Note: Oh, I am slowly re-entering the hyperfixation. This was also not as edited as I wish I could've made it, for I'm in a weird limbo of "too many ideas" and "not enough energy/motivation to execute ideas".

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JummBox: Part 9

Guess what I did? That's right! More

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This is my 20th creation. This is for an OC of one of my best friends, @panaumoomin. It has an accompanying written piece, but will I share it? Oh, maybe yes, maybe no...

Featuring soft guitar, some birds, a hint of raindrops, and other meadow-like evoking sounds.

This is my 21st creation. This is for Stella the Chimera (belonging to @shadowlessowlet). Stella is such a squeaky gremlin, I love Stella.

Featuring electric overdrive guitar and violin, a hint of vocal synth, and a general sense of "How did these two make something that sounds nice?" But such is a chimera!

This is my 22nd creation. This is for Victor Brave (belonging to @imonfireandthatsfine). Homie, you always eat my writing, so take something else to chew on! /lh, ij (Also holy cow the second person to make one of my tunes their ringtone)

Featuring acoustic guitar and alto saxaphone, a hint of some instrument that I can't remember how I made (sadly), and something that's simple yet always going.

This is my 23rd creation. This is for Starii (belonging to @dianacoreexe). Listen, I got hit with space and crashing spaceships and I decided to just go for it. I meant to hint at "Spider Dance" in here because of that one art you drew, but I couldn't figure it out.

Someone said that if I ever made a chillhop piece, part of this could work in it. Also, a certain part sounds similar to "Calling" from Across The Spiderverse, apprently?

Featuring...something that's supposed to be glass harmonica (I had to fiddle with that sound from rain drop), rumbling drums reminiscent of "Reverend Daughter", and a bridge that came around because I fiddled and loved it too much to not let it get a chance to shine.

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JummBox: Part 8

So, we're back.

I found this funky lil' thing on JummBox called "modulation channels". It allows you to changed parts of a song midway, essentially! I'm still practicing with it, so you got this! This is mostly bells, and I got frustrated with it a bit, so...yeah.

Bells!

This is my 19th creation. Featuring bells and choir, it was made mostly to scratch an itch to use bells. Bells and choir, very beautiful. Very lovely. I like it.

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JummBox: Part 7

And the part you've all been waiting for (or maybe not, but I like being dramatic sometimes)!

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This is my 3rd creation. This is for Molly Melancholy (belonging to @justmwahstruly), and it was made...in January! But it was for a Secret Valentine's event, so I couldn't be hasty and share it so soon. But the reveal is done and we can share it freely now!

Featuring violin, strings for her garden, and a bit of melancholy as an undertone.

This is my 11th creation. This is for Nova Moonlet (belonging to @ilovethecolorblue). It sounds very lo-fi, with stars as she's from space!

Featuring jazz guitar, nice acoustic bass, a funky drumbeat (I had fun with that!), oops she...well. I won't say. But she's okay. I promise.

And as an added bonus, you also get her lo-fi remix! As requested by someone. Is it truly a lo-fi remix? I'm not sure, but I can think of it to be one!

This my 12th creation. This is for Dandy Leon (belonging to @sketchy-tour). It looked at me and said "Make me waltzy." And I said "Okay!" and here we are! We made it! And dang did Toast write a paragraph in response to it.

Featuring guitar for that country vibe, harmonica/fiddle for lightness, and a gentle sway for your days.

This is my 13th creation. This is for Linda Lovett (belonging to @maowwwwww). You! You came up to me and said "Please?" And I went "Oh, let's see what I can make." Well, it got a bit funky, but we did it! Funky waltz.

Featuring alto saxaphone, an attempt to make the instruments echo, turning the piano into more of a string instrument than it already is, and plucked strings for Cupid's bow-and-arrow.

This is my 18th creation. This is for Pascal Pushpin (belonging to @pyr0graves). Your god-tier funky art makes my brain happy!

OK! Anyways, I (loosely) referenced two songs here! Loosely! So don't read too much into it! Featuring clarinet and flute, a blues scale (only the second time since Detective Vibes), so much funkiness, and a jazzy feel.

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JummBox: Part 6

Well well well. It's been a bit too long since I should've put these up (I made these last month!), but what better time than the present? These were the first tunes I made using Jummbox

Presenting!

Ima's OC Themes

This is my 1st creation (on Jummbox). This is Whynn's theme, meant to convey calm but also the need to get your ideas down as soon as you can. It's semi-waltzy, and not too shabby for my first tune using this program.

This is my 2nd creation. This is Zephyr's theme, meant to be a peppy spin-off of Whynn's theme (Zephyr is Whynn's younger cousin! They are seven years old!). It sounds a bit like...a frog! Jumpy in a cute way.

This is my 4th creation. I took "All Aboard!" (which sounded very AT-1225 in the first place, unintentionally!) and tried to remake it for my robotic train conductor. We kept the whistle tune and drums to keep you on track, added a french horn for a new-ish harmony, and breathed a bit of life into this!

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JummBox: Part 5

What do you get when you take this song that I love and a series of words?

Well, you get a music series. I call this:

You Began To

This is my 14th creation. I want to say that this title was what kickstarted the entire series. Featuring references to a lullaby I remember listening to as a child (I think it's called "Brahms' Lullaby"?), comforting harmonies, and a reminder to rest for your dreams are waiting for you.

This is my 15th creation. I took the french horn section of my "Pure Imagination" Cover because I loved it so much, and make it front and center here. Featuring warmth in the form of french horn and clarinet, a bit of childlike wonder in the marimba, and a reminder to keep finding that small sparkle in life.

This is my 16th creation. People expect hope to be light and upbeat. Hope can be that, but hope is also calloused, bruised and bloody. Hope is getting up because hope is not. Done. Yet. Featuring strings, prominent drums, and ocarina as a reminder to breathe. Take a breath before you get up again and hope.

This is my 17th creation. This one, I referenced the song that inspired this entire series. It's a bit frantic, very dramatic, and most of all, it sounds like an actual piano piece! Featuring plenty of octaves, piano and vibraphone, and a reminder to keep on creating! Only you can make what you make!

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JummBox: Part 4

This is for one of my original hyperfixations, the beloved book series (and sadly canceled but well-loved Netflix series): Lockwood & Co.!

It's a bit messy, it's long, the ending is a mild cacophony of strings and theremin and pianos...but it's what makes the series beloved. It's a beautiful mess of teenagers and young adults trying to fights ghosts.

I would love to go into detail about this, but I'll keep quite for now. Don't want to start rambling away here!

This is my 10th creation. Featuring instruments (hopefully) representing our beloved cast and their supporting people, dedicated to the place where the small company is located. The place they call home: 35 Portland Row.

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JummBox: Part 3

Guess who's back? ME!

I decided to remake the theme I made for my D&D party back in April/May. It was...eugh. It tried to fight me. But it worked! I did it!

This is my 9th creation. Featuring a plethora of instruments, which include:

Distortion Guitar (our warlock)

Square Wave (our NPC druid)

Nylon Guitar (our part-time cleric, because the program didn't have a lyre and I didn't have the energy to fiddle with the settings to make it sound like one)

Harp (our wizard)

Picked Bass (our part-time warlock)

Standard Drum (our fighter)

Now you might be wondering: "Ima. Who are you in the above?"

I'm the composer! I'm no DM, but I made this for my friends!

And...oh! You also get the beta version! Honestly, the beta version is only an added 20 seconds at the beginning which was me going "How do I remix you?"

But we're including it anyways! It sounds like an ad break!