I know it’s been a while but welcome back to me telling you guys about the tiny details I’ve put into one of my little art pieces. Because if I don’t tell you about it, then who will?
The link to the original art is here!
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So first let’s go through some common unifiers.
We have cute little hearts with their life number on it and a bonus blue coloring to say when a life is lost.
Tango, Skizz, and Etho’s hearts show this loss in different ways..Skizz has his with colored stiches going through and a red slash, and so does Etho(plus his weeb headband getting a little missing nin slash of death) his; But,Tango’s has a little red slash but no stiches.
A little divide in the group there ;).
Of course what is not a divide is their roses, Impulse and Bdubs of course having matching pure red, while Etho, Skizz, and Tango all have blue streaks to mimic Team BEST colors because we will never be over that tragic boy band.
Speaking of tragedy,
Let’s get into Tango’s little details
Now Mr. Tek here was a fun time to give a little wedding flare too.
He is of course rocking that cowboy goth, big hat, big heart belt buckle big boots, but of course I still wanted to stay true to the original skin, such as keeping his hands bare, and white highlights for that skin tone that pops up above the wrist area of the mc skin.
He’s also propping his shield which the banner seems to be another fabric just nailed into it.
Of course you where most likely not looking at those things when it came to Tango’s design. Let’s talk about the Elephant in the room.
Warden! Tango
Warden Tango just felt more right than all the blazeborn stuff to me. Not that blazeborn Tango isn’t cool but to help keep designs varied I think I’ll make Tango have different creature traits in different seasons to reflect and fit the theming.
And why shouldn’t Rancher’ Revenge have a Warden dad?
Now there are somethings to note about this.
Most people draw the Warden with these antlers and horns for the top of it’s head, heck even the concept art I was using for color uses those terms, however I don’t really see them as that.
Instead I see them as tendrils more like antenna or the tendrils on top of a Shulk Sensor. Heck you can see a version of a Beta Warden with that design. Of course then I ran into the problem of how to get it to be as thick as they are. My answer was having many.
Now of course I wanted the bones to match the red that I wanted to use for tango, so I did the normal person thing by color shifting the whole picture to ref and pinkish colors and looking at the blue it gave. Of course you can still see the regular Warden bones on his Jacket.
This blue would also be the bases for his nails, and blush as well.
And lastly I want to talk about the souls.
The souls are interpreted as a little design on the stomach and wrists of his shirt as well as on his boots. A little closer look at the shirt will also see bands and a little design to act as the “teeth” on a Warden’s arm as well. Besides the boots, all of the souls glow.
One last thing on Tango’s design before we move on.
His forehead has a large scar on his fore head. This is a little nod to how Tango first died in the Life series, ever. 3rd lifers get a little treat.
So do Team Ranchers as you can se his golden hair has a couple of muted dirty blonde in it. That same color can be found on a feather attached to his belt and the inside color of a blue hardcore heart bolo.
This of course connects him to his rancher, no matter how far apart they get.
Now on to Skizzleman.
I did all 6 of his wings and it killed me, but dang does it look good!
To counter Impulse’s little demon theming he of course has angel theming, this is nothing new but I wanted my little take on it with big wings that glow his blue and have eyes on the feathers in his eye’s blue.
I am just unbelievably happy with how this turned out.
Also being an angelic being I gave him an extra finger, that now your guy’s problem actually.
He also has a bunch of other details.
First let’s get out my biggest regret; His arms don’t have that 3rd Life Purple in them. I managed to include the eyes, but not the arms. Truly this is the miss opportunity of a life time. Hindsight on a picture is a bitch.
Another thing that is awful Hindsight is that blank belt buckle.
But hey at least I got his final Last Life death but Arrow scar. Also Skizz has a couple explosion deaths so of course that’s what I a going to turn his skin’s arm makes into.
I also managed to refence the light red lettering of BEST into his head as well. My man cuts and dye’s his hair.
He’s also has a golden headpiece that looks like a halo!
Also kinda went ham on the Sunflowers, idk why but he one for every BEST member.
Now onto the last details of this boy
This man coordinated with his best buddy on outfits.
Please believe me when I say Impulse is wearing blue socks you can’t see to match their matching shoes and pocket embellishments.
Speaking of whom, onto the man himself!
Now first off let’s get the obvious out of the way: I miss Boatem.
Now let’s talk about the fun stuff like his golden apple key chain and his sharp claws and sharp lips.
Or how his little demon horns and tails have floating little guys that give that “i” look to them, with the fade in yellow.
And of course the most cute thing: Him and Impulse share colors in the same area where their forehead touches. Really just wanted to give that sweet vibes they give off.
Just something nice.
Of course that’s not the only thing they share.
Two Rings chained together, one a clock the other copper. Matching compass watches to find the other and of course, compass and clock belt buckle with belt colors of the other man’s waist coat.
The Compass thing is one of those design details I wish I did differently by making compasses an Imp and Skizz thing to imply... something idk it’s up to you guys on that.
Now onto the little guy
This man is so skrunkly. What a Youtube
He has the moss corset coat, the clock tie pin, eyes bruised to hell and back, burns on the back of his neck from a game during the first season, and a smug look on his face despite the sword to his neck, you know the usual stuff!
Also his coat is more in line with the white sample from his skin’s shirt while the actually shirt’s white came from his teeth.
Very nervous about that hair line fade but was really happy with the end products, same with the bruise and beard texturing. Naturally white beard hair does not play nice with coloring!
Lastly let’s go over Etho boy over here.
He is of course in full weeb attire, but after being informed he was not allowed to cosplay Canadian Jonin Kakashi Hatake to the wedding, he instead decided to cosplays Wedding arc Jonin Kakashi Hatake but the outfit looks more snazy.
This includes his leaf belt and sleeve patch as well as a mirror patch of a head course heard. He’s wearing a proper archer glove but the cosplay rears it’s head again with heart hand plates.
And of course Socks with Sandals to top this whole outfit off. If you look closely you can also see the dark green “E” pattern to match the one on his skin’s chest. With of course the “Zipper” color being moved to the bottom layer fabrics.
His sandal color is also his belt color.
Also he has tiny little claws and pointy ears. Because I waited to make him vaguely not human and hadn’t fell in love with Mimicking Mocking Raven Etho like I now have. His not red eye matched his life color, while his red one keeps it’s blood and a cool heart shape.
Then of course he does have a bunch of burn and exposition scars, as well as an arrow scar covered up his mask.
Lastly; he shares some green and brow in his hair from his significant annoyance. Truly the best Murder Bois!
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And with that, we’ve gone over all the details except for a obvious detail or two I might’ve forgotten. I tried my best to comb through it all though :)
Anyways Hope you’ve enjoyed!
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apple of my eye
a pearl-centric double life fic in which Pearl gives Scott a gift.
word count: 1,536
relevant tags and notes: context-- pearl is allied with bdubs + impulse and they brought her into their home in the way you might coax a feral cat to be your pet. golden apple meta. impulse + bdubs are written purposefully vaguely; interpret them as /p or /r at your leisure.
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“Hey, Impulse, is it hard to love me?”
Impulse pauses in the middle of the pun he was formulating about how hay is for cows and stares at Pearl. She’s sitting on the floor of his home and studying something on the wall and her face seems blank, but he can tell she’s forcing it.
“Is this about the iron? If you really need a shield, you can go ahead and use it. BDubs should be back with some more in a bit,” he says.
She waves him off with an errant gesture. “No, no, just–” she sighs. “Yes or no, is it hard to love me?”
Impulse stares at her. Pearl doesn’t stare back.
“I don’t think so,” he says. “You’re a bit strange when you don’t get enough sleep, but not– it’s in an endearing way. You’re fun to be around and I appreciate that you’re here. I know BDubs loves having you here.”
Pearl laughs quietly. It’s a far wetter laugh than he expected. “I feel like BDubs loves everything,” she says. Her dog pads over and flops on top of her, head in her lap. She pets its head distractedly.
“He does,” Impulse agrees fondly. “He’s a very easy person to be around.”
Impulse pretends not to notice when Pearl discreetly wipes her eyes. “You and BDubs are perfect fits for each other, aren’t you?” she asks, her voice far calmer than he expects.
“I guess so,” Impulse says. “Never really had to think too hard about it. We were together since basically the beginning; it’s a bit silly how we didn’t figure it out then.”
Pearl exhales slowly. “That is silly,” she says, a hint of her typical teasing tone sneaking back into her words. “What, did you get a little paper cut and then hear BDubs screaming in the distance?”
Impulse laughs, relieved that the sudden heaviness of the moment had passed. “Something like that,” he says with a slight chuckle. “Has he told you about how the second we settled down here he asked me for a clock?”
Pearl finally looks at him and smiles warmly, the green light in her eyes dancing in mirth. “And how you got it for him immediately, you softie?”
“I– look, I mean– well, yes,” Impulse stutters as Pearl starts to shake in silent laughter. “It was important to him! He deserves to have it!”
“I know, I know.” Pearl says. She turns to look at the golden apple sitting on a floating shelf again.
When BDubs returns from his mining expedition (though Impulse is sure that he stole half of what he has brought with him), he blusters in dramatically. “Sweetheart, I’m HOME!” he says loudly, and Impulse is torn between warm appreciation and prickling embarrassment at the pet name. BDubs had picked up on his mortification at anything that wasn’t a diminutive of his own name and was systematically working through a shockingly large list of things-to-call-your-partner to find out which one made Impulse the reddest. Within an hour of arriving at their home, Pearl had contributed at least twenty additional names to try out, which firmly placed her on BDubs’s good side and nearly got her kicked out by Impulse himself.
“So I can see,” Impulse replies, reaching out to give him a hug. “We’ve got dinner cooking.”
“He’s got dinner burning,” Pearl deadpans.
BDubs cackles at that as Impulse tries to hush her. Peals of laughter escape Pearl as she dodges his clumsy attempts to grab her.
“Well! Burnt steak is my favorite kind, snookums,” BDubs says, turning his soulmate’s ire back to himself. “Why don’t we get settled down and sit down at the table, then?”
“The two of you are sickeningly domestic,” Pearl comments lightly. “I’m glad my soulmate left me if this is what he expected out of that arrangement.”
BDubs makes a series of sputtering noises that go back-and-forth between grumbling about how Scott doesn’t know what a good thing he threw away and how it’s completely fine to be happy to make yourself a nice house and settle down. Impulse just looks to Pearl and wonders, truly, if she believed his answer to her question earlier.
He doesn’t think she can read minds, but just in case, he focuses his thoughts and pushes them towards her. You are lovable. You are loved. No one can tell you otherwise.
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After dinner is cleared up and before the sun begins to set, Pearl sets out across the world. Impulse and BDubs make worried noises at her, but she tells Tilly to stay with them and reassures them that she’d be back by nightfall, hopefully not plagued by too many mobs on the way back.
It’s strange, to be out in the world like this: alone, wandering through brush and trees, idly digging up dirt or tearing down stone when it gets in her way. She’s used to this, but not from this world. She didn’t think she’d have to worry about that in this world.
Something twinges in her wrist as Pearl walks, and she knows that it’s not anything she did. She’s still quick to try and heal from it with whatever is in her pockets: the remnants of the dinner Impulse had prepared earlier that BDubs insisted she take with her, the melons that grow wild by the house she now shares, the occasional berry she picks as she passes.
The world is not large and it’s easy to get to where she is heading. The idle thought that Scott and Cleo’s bases are cute passes by her as if she’s in a dream. She’s not too sure about the idea of a bridge over a chasm in the violent world this will become, but it’s a fun building idea and they’ve made it work. She passes by Cleo’s house and knocks on Scott’s door before she loses her nerve.
He comes out, still wrapping a bandage around the wrist Pearl had felt earlier. He freezes at the sight of her.
“Pearl.” His voice is cold, and Pearl’s heart twists at the memory of how warmly BDubs and Impulse had treated her a mere half an hour before. Suddenly, she wishes she’d brought Tilly with her.
“Listen, I’m not here to beg for you,” Pearl says, her voice firmer than she feels. “I’m not going to get on my knees, I’m not going to tell you that I was wrong, I’m not going to give you empty apologies in the hopes that something in the past will change. You think I messed up, I think you messed up, and there’s really no compromise we’ll be able to come to based on that.”
Scott looks unimpressed.
“But,” she continues, “I do want to offer you– something.” With shaking hands, she reaches into her inventory and brings out something that makes Scott gasp quietly.
“Where on earth did you get that?” he asks with a hush, staring at the golden apple.
“Ironically enough, I found it in the Nether on the first day.” Pearl studies his expression, how pale he’s become. What an innocuous threat, she thinks, just a simple fruit, usually something worshiped and carefully saved for a dangerous journey.
She shoves the golden apple into Scott’s hands.
“What are you doing?” he asks, dumbfounded. He takes it all the same.
“This isn’t– I don’t–” she huffs as her mind races past what she can physically say. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m not the one that wants to throw out what the universe gave. I don’t want that option. But you? You already decided to go against the universe’s rules.” She shrugs helplessly, gesturing towards the apple. “What’s another?”
“Pearl, I don’t–” he tries again.
“Just– keep it.” Pearl thinks of a million other things she could say to Scott right now. She could scream at him, demand to learn why he can’t learn to love her, tell him about how soulbound pairs are supposed to work past whatever grievances they have with each other and grow into something beautiful. She could tell him that she’s sorry, that she wishes he could learn to appreciate her still, that she knows they could together become something far more dangerous and beautiful than any other pair has already become.
Pearl says none of these things. She turns and slowly makes her way across the bridge again, and by the time she’s broken her resolve and turned back to look, Scott has closed his door.
She makes her way back to Impulse and BDubs’s house numbly, and she just shakes her head and waves them off silently when they ask her if she’s alright. That night, she lies on their floor, staring at the ceiling, and she wonders when she will feel the sudden jerk of her life being torn out from inside her, when she will be shot through the throat, when she will fall but Scott will not.
The sun rises. Pearl checks her reflection in a bucket of water, her eyes more specifically.
Haggard. A thin veil of terror that Impulse must have noticed. Shadows under her eyes that must have worried BDubs. But green. Still green.
Impulse wakes to quiet, broken sobbing.
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