HMS Victoria, Royal Navy 121 gun ship of the line, c. 1859, by William Frederick Mitchell, 1890
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Decided to just go ahead and uh... show a comparison of every battle redraw I did using your designs?
For all but the last two, the top one is your design and the bottom one is the actual in game design, I included the nm! vs. dtm! Clovers as well since they fit the theme.
I tried to include them all on one giant image, but it. Was not loading. If possible I MAY try and send it through a reblog, but it will just be all nine of those side by side so it may be hard to see.
Out of all of these, I'd say that the one with your Star design is my favorite because he looks so much more vibrant and somehow cool despite being the most pathetic man in existence (affectionate)
Also, don't know if it'll show as what they're all called if you tried to download them, but each one is the name of their theme, with the only exception being Geno Dalv since it was taken by Pacifist Dalv, so instead it has a play on words that I'm very proud of
I think I remember seeing you hint at a possible Feisty Four ref sheet, so if that is true then I will remake the ones I have for them as well
YEAHAHHH THESE ALL LOOK AWESOME!! i didnt realize how different they would look next to each other!!
i made stars outfit way more complicated than it was bc. i love complicated designs filled with details. he may look cool but please know he trips over his own spurs constantly AHJDKS
BUT THESE WERE SO FUN TO SEE COME IN AND THEY ALL LOOK REALLY GOOD!!!
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this is the only fic-relevant page, we're moving on to the Penelope stuff now
ending spoilers for people who don't wanna read KY for some context and the lines if you cant read em:
Finn: oh...
Fern: Kim Kil Wan said you never came back to the office, knew I'd find you here when I asked where the worksite is.
Finn: Just leaving some proof that we were here.
Fern: still using that excuse?
Finn: shut up, overgrown weed.
Fern: c'mon you sappy dipshit, let's go home.
Keep Yourself Redux CH 3 excerpt:
Finn blinks up at him. “You look like shit man—“
“My dude, I could cook with the oil in your hair, speaking of— ever heard of a haircut? Don’t start. I watched your butt mope for years, sorry I couldn’t stand to check in much anymore but it was depressing by proxy.”
“Yeah alright, fine. You know why I’m here then.”
Prismo doesn’t say anything and Finn rubs his face before he stands, reciting the speech he’d practiced in the shower for years as it rolls from his tongue easily.
“You’re gonna tell me I used my wish, but I didn’t— that wasn’t me. The other Finn did, Farm Finn used that wish, but I’m not him. He made a wish, and that wish made me. He still exists, so we cannot be the same person. Technically I’ve never used mine,” Finn argues with his whole being, hand on his chest and voice steady, stance defiant.
Prismo considers him. “My boss might get mad but your logic tracks, and I owe you.” He mutters “and they owe you,” under his breath.
Finn nods, instantly deflating. “Thank you,” he whispers, desperately relieved. “Thank you.”
He reaches into a compartment in his prosthetic and takes a slip of paper out. It’s obviously very old, stained in places by dribbles of alcohol, folded many times with corners rubbed away. Scratched out lines are visible through the back.
Prismo makes an observation, “you’ve thought this through.” Finn nods again, flattening it out on his knee and the shadow's eyelids lower. “Good.”
“Only took me like, ten years to figure out the right wording and muster up the balls to come here.” He clears his throat and calms his shaking, taking a deep breath. “… I wish for rebirth in a fresh, wholly identical timeline to my own.” His voice quivers. “When I close my eyes for the last time in this body I will wake up on the day I leave to meet my biological mother. I will not know myself as I exist now, but instead have a subconscious sense- a moral compass that draws off of the lived experiences of this life so my younger, new self may avoid subjective mistakes and pitfalls.” Finn raises his chin with a questioning, hesitant look.
Finn doesn't know better but 1 wish per soul, so Fern gets dragged into it. They're reset when GOLB reverts them. (so they re-carve the tree in this new world, hope that fills in ppl who r lost on this)
I saved you ~120k words of reading yw.
Finn works as a contractor for KKW.
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The screw three-decker H.M.S. Victoria outward bound under full sail from Valetta, with the ramparts of Grand Harbour receding astern of her, by William Frederick Mitchell, 1887
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