#AND THE BUCKET ART I AM WORKING ON IT BUT IT WILL TAKE A BIT TO FINISH

[shinakazami1]

Been busy lately so I don’t have much time to review and edit, but here I am! (this was supposed to be sent on the anniversary.) (edit 1: It’s already (edit 2: halfway through) november.)

(edit 3: i gave up. words be damned, i’m sending this. there should have been more. curse you writing)

(edit 4: reminder. write a long ask anywhere else except the actual tumblr ask window. sending again just to make sure i didn’t hallucinate all this- it would be so, very embarassing...)

hehehehehe love your art. Crunchy. Pringles. Crushing it in my mouth. yummy colors and perspective (That bucket sexyman design looking kinda fine though.,..i mean who said that) (->absolutely normal behavior)

I love how you interact with others’ art, leaving your comments and compliments. Really appreciate that little motivation boost and positivity you spread :)

As seen from Paratober, you seem to take the prompts beyond their face value and messed around with the concepts of those prompts (gonna put Jester in a carton box hehe. Can we have Jester loafing? Loafing in a box?)

Personally I’m not a writer, so I don’t know how you guys’ brains work but I love how you come up with interesting ideas stemming from the game’s original material, expanding, digging deeper into them. I look up at you all in wonder hehe

Also, I read unheard wishes.

You see, I rarely ever seek out angst. I came in there with “this is gonna hurt but I can totally bring myself through this”

Boy was I wrong. Now, because I didn’t read it properly enough to leave a comment that would do it justice (time restraints get you like that), I won’t give a lengthy review. But just so you know, my general feelings were “who do you think you are. did you really think you had the right to hurt me like this. *inhales* aaaaaaaaaAA *cars crashing glass breaking sound effects idk* *lays motionless on the ground* (affectionate)”

Maybe i’ll read your filk wip next. Biology is fun :]

It’s your way with the images you make for your stories and art. Candlecurator? Whatever’s up with fernarrator? I’m not listing the ones in your writings. A lazy, lazy anon I am, I know. [insert another keyboard smash]

I haven’t been here for a while so i don’t really remember much, sorry ;; (-> fake fan detected?!? *vine boom*)

Your theories definitely left the strongest impressions on me. How do you all think like that?? (this goes to the rest of you, tsp theorists/analysts/meta. what are you all on??? damn. give me some.). Perhaps it’s a writer’s thing, maybe I’m just incompetent in this deep thinking kind of stuff.

My favourite was the nature connection theory. Absolutely ate that up. (definitely not because of my bias for plants and nature-related stuff, noooo-). You somehow connected the plants in the parable, creating these wonderful strings of text about what you saw in these plants, the implications, and then sharing those ideas to us. Give me your braincells, shina. Give me-

[Close your eyes.]

Anyway- I think you’re pretty neat :]

Have a nice day!

✨✨✨!!!!!307 ANON!!!✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

ᴬᵍᵃᶦⁿ since I was already writing a draft to respond to your previous ask. The fact you have this copy makes me hope you are saving these asks somewhere because I lost a lot of posts thanks to the great Tumblr editing system....

Happy (belated and too early at the same time hehe) anniversary 307 :] To your edits - PLEASE start writing drafts somewhere else oshsaoifas I don't want you to lose your versions again. You might say you are not a writer but you decide to write such beautiful comments and asks - value your words more :]

Anon. I have an exam this week so it will take my energy but DO KNOW YOU WILL GET BUCKET SEXYMEN SKETCH. I imagine you will see it in a few months but,,, I hope you will like it, just like you like my art in general.

I feel now in retrospect so silly I hadn't done this sooner!! While I sometimes don't have the energy to comment on other people's stuff in my own comments, I know how much joy being told your words could make someone happy :] And I love interacting like that!! Shared appreciation!!! That's why I adore Tumblr in general - it feels most organic in that ability to engage with others as a social media.

I'm glad you like the Paratober prompts! I am happy I mixed the prompts to try to get even more creative with them!! And feel free to put him in every box!! Some old art of Jester in a box:

(I gotta finally start uploading my old art I do have. There is so much...

FEEL FREE PLEASE TO LEAVE MORE COMMENTS EVEN A SILLY ONE BUT OUGHHH I am so proud of Unheard WIshes so thank you so much <333333 Glad you could enjoy

Just remember anon that I do not know your age and the rating for Filk is Mature so please respect the ratings :]]] Ao3 tagging system is there for a reason!! However I still keep on getting opinions that Filk seems to target 16+ demographic since it's more South Park style...But still, please respect it :]

Oh sure, you are so lazy *looks at your very detailed an amazing asks* so lazy. But WAH THIS IS LIKE??? A VERY RARE CANDLECURATOR APPRECIATION??? Like I know folks see Fernator and like him but to hear you like her means so much to me ;;;;;;

And hey - life gets busy :] The fact you wanted to come again, read my story and wrote this, rewrote even god knows how many times... I will always think fondly of you.

DUDE OUGH I need to return to theories, I have so many yet to share,,, you wanting one means a lot to me :} I worked hard on the Fernator theory post so I am glad to hear you could enjoy it! I might do a pool on what people could want hehe

[Closes my eyes and tries to close yours]

I think you are very neat, 307 anon. Thank you, for being you and I hope I will see you one day again. Every ask, I worry it's also a farewell. And then - you come back. I hope you are okay out there - I hope your life, even if so busy, gives you moments of happiness and calmness.

Have a lovely day, 307 :]

#307 anon #307 #anon #ask #i shake you #SO FUCKIGN HARD #I LOVE YOUR ASKS #I SAW YOUR FIRST ONE #AND LIKE #I HAD READ IT SEVERAL TIMES BEFORE WRITING A DRAFT I WANTED TO FINISH TODAY #AND THEN #I SEE ANOTHER ONE #AND WAS LIKE #'oh fuck. of course tumblr glitches out.' #but then I read it again #And I was like #'*gasp* the edit 4 is different...oh ma gawd this madlad' #I HOPE YOU WILL SEE THIS #IF NOT I WILL BE SO FRICKING SAD #AND THE BUCKET ART I AM WORKING ON IT BUT IT WILL TAKE A BIT TO FINISH #BUT WAHAHAH #WAAAAAAAAAAH #YOU ARE #SUCH A BLESSING #A SWEETHEART #I SHAKE YOU #I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE WORK YOU READ #I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY #SO FRICKING #AWESOME

[trulybetty]

17 x roses | joel x reader

prompt: roses pairing: joel miller x f!reader word count: 888 notes: fluff, no outbreak, no y/n, no reader description, reader has a kid summary: I don't know? You help Joel choose flowers not expecting to run into him again.

x. masterlist

Joel looked around at the vast selection of flowers and it wasn't difficult for him to get overwhelmed with the choice in front of him. He was grateful he’d skipped on the florist down the street because if the grocery store was giving him this much of an issue, he couldn’t imagine what that experience would be like.

Before he could debate on the merits of calling Tommy for advice he heard someone clear their throat behind him, “Excuse me, if I could.”

“Oh, shoot, sorry,” he apologized profusely stepping out of your way.

You were there, trying to reach for a bouquet of tulips that were just a bit too high for comfort. Noticing your struggle, Joel's initial embarrassment from blocking the aisle quickly transformed into a helpful gesture. “Let me get that for you,” he offered, retrieving the bouquet with ease.

“Thanks,” you replied once the bouquet was stashed safely in your cart.

You were about to turn away and carry on with your grocery shop when you noticed the look of confusion on his face as he turned back to surveying the buckets of flowers.

“Can I offer some help in return?” you smiled as Joel’s head whipped to look at you, the look of desperation on his face wasn’t missed.

“Could you?” he laughed, relief on his face, “I have no clue.”

“Well,” you started, taking a step closer to the sea of flowers, “you really can't go wrong with roses. They're classic for a reason.”

Joel looked at the roses, then at you, a spark of interest lighting up his eyes. “I guess you can't argue with classics,” he conceded, “thank you.” the half smile he gave you made you weak at the knees but before anything could happen your phone rang and you groaned when you saw who it was calling.

“Best of luck,” you wished him as you held your phone up in show of your reason for leaving as you hurriedly walked away with your cart.

“Momma!” came a cry from the crowd of kindergartners and it didn’t take long to spot your daughter furiously pushing her hair out of her face, out of the neat braid you’d put it in that morning.

“Ellie!” you called out as she barrelled into your legs, “slow down love.” 

“You’re here!”

You nodded, with work it was hard to do the school runs, you were thankful for those in your life who could help you juggle work life and parenthood.

“I am,” you reassured her, smoothing back a few stray hairs from her forehead. “Did you have a good day?”

Ellie's face lit up, and she tugged at your hand, eager to show you something. “I made something for you!”

“There!” Ellie pointed to a valentine made with an assortment of flowers. The same ones parents had been asked to bring in the day before. 

You remembered the phone call you'd received while in the grocery store, initially thinking it was a reminder about the flowers, only to find out about Ellie's getting into a fight with another child. In defence of another kid, but a fight nonetheless and you’d thought she’d miss out on the holiday festivities. Luckily you’d been able to smooth things over with the principal.

You were about to compliment Ellie on her art when you heard her name being shouted from the other side of the room.

Turning around you saw a bright-eyed kindergartener dragging her parent by the arm towards you and Ellie and looking up you were met with the same eyes from the grocery store the other day.

“Hello again,” you said with a smile meeting Joel’s eyes.

“Hi, I’m Sarah!” she introduced herself breathlessly, barely pausing for a breath before Joel could open his mouth in response, “Dad, this is Ellie, she's the one who told Jackson to leave me alone.”

Ellie, with her characteristic indifference, shrugged nonchalantly. “No big deal, he wasn’t being nice.”

You were about to chime in with caution on getting into playground fights again when Sarah’s father extended his hand to you.

“I don’t think we’ve seen you around here before. I’m Sarah’s dad, Joel Miller,” he said, his voice warm. The half-smile that accompanied his introduction was disarmingly charming, and you found yourself momentarily lost for words.

“I er, um.. I work downtown and usually my parents or my sister-in-law help with drop off and pick up.”

Before the conversation could meander further, Joel glanced at his watch, a slight frown creasing his brow. “Shoot, we've got to get moving. Dinner with Sarah's grandma tonight,” he explained, his tone apologetic.

The mention of leaving seemed to remind Joel of something, and he swiftly fished out a business card from his wallet, handing it to you. ‘Miller Contracting,’ it read. “If you ever need anything, or, uh, maybe we could set up a playdate for the kids? Grab a coffee while they play?” His suggestion was casual, but the hopeful undertone was unmistakable.

You nodded, “I think they’d like that,” but your smile told him that you would very much enjoy it also.

As they prepared to leave, Joel's voice carried back to you, “Oh, by the way, Happy Valentine's!” he called over his shoulder, his smile broadening into a wide grin that had your heart skipping a beat.

#x29 valentines #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

[the-fiction-witch]

Experiment

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Adorable

Requested Hi! Can you do a Jack Dawkins x fem reader where the reader works at the hospital as a nurse and has always been nice to Jack. They have similar humor and she's always very helpful. One day when Jack loses a patient he goes outside to take a breather and the reader follows him and comforts him. And then maybe a few days later Jack realizes he likes her. You don't have to write it if you don't want to! Have a good day! 

I walked the hospital halls as usual busy with a list of nine hundred things to do, as I went I momentarily stopped or I'd have been knocked over. As Y/n ran across the hall carrying a box full of clattering glass bottles from the stock room, scampering on her way in her little grey nurse dress, her arms bandaged and currently she walked with a slight limp but this was fairly usual for her she was always injured in some sort of way. Her ponytail fluttered behind her as she went. 

"Sorry Doctor Dawkins!" she said as she had almost taken me out, 

"It's fine Y/n." I laughed, "What are you doing?" I asked a little worried starting to follow her,

"I've had a breakthrough!" she said as she scurried down the stairwell, 

"Ohh god- you haven't broken through the floor again have you?"

"You have so little faith in me."

"Based completely on your track record,"

"I am right four out of ten times." she corrected,

"...I'm concerned you think that's good." 

"And you're surgery survival rate is?" She smiled, 

"Hey!" I argued but ignored me, 

She reached the little old storeroom in the basement of the hospital just a door down from the morgue where she was meant to be working, but she set her box down in the chaos since this room was emptied when the hospital moved all the stock to the storeroom upstairs for better access this room very much just became a junk room to toss old broken things or fill with tasks yet to be completed. Y/n is a... I don't want to say inventor she rarely invents anything...

Tinkerer let's say, and given she was meant to work down here in the morgue with Tim she often sneaks away to work in this little store room, on experiments and tests for things that would be the hospital, the room littered with everything you could imagine bottles, bags, stands, tubes, all with the floor well mopped and fixed, the wallpaper peeling and a hole in the boards up to the ward been hastily repaired... 

Yeah, I don't know what she had been working on but whatever it was erupted out the contained and blew a hole in the floor. 

she's a bit out there but she means well.

Even if she -

"Ohh crumpets." she sighed as she fell over her own skirt and landed on the wooden floor with her knee smashing one of the bottles she had in hand as she did, 

Yeah... she can be a little clumsy, but... she's kinda funny like that, I find her sweet almost childlike. You can't get mad at a kid for trying to bury her teddy bear to make baby bears grow I feel that kinda way about her, she's just trying to help even if she's not exactly harmless. And she's a damn good nurse... when she actually remembers to do her job. 

So I... admit I cover for her sometimes, when she blew the hole up to the ward I explained it away as someone knocking over a bucket of acid that ate through the wood, not sure if someone believed me but still. 

I rushed over and helped her up, "You alright,"

"Fine, thank you," she smiled getting back to rushing around and doing various things not sure what, 

"How did you hurt your leg?"

"...I may have... tripped over a box."

"Are you ever going to get that dress hemmed?"

"Are you ever going to get a waistcoat that fits you? or are you forever going to walk around the hospital flashing your suspender clips every time you lift your arms?" 

"Touche," I sighed,

"Aww, you can say stupid stuff in two languages," 

"Fine I'll go," I laughed, "Got work I need to do anyway," I told her but I only got as far as the door, "What are you working on?"

"I thought you were leaving?"

"I was. What are you working on?" 

"an experiment."

"what sort of experiment?"

"I am trying to work on a wound cleaner."

"Right?" I nodded, "How's that going?"

"Well if I got this right it should be perfect," she said as she filled a bottle, and pulled back her bandage to reveal a cut on her arm,

"Y/n! Where did that come from!"

"...I may have been testing is kolara like oranges."

"Do they?"

"...they do not." 

"So you got attacked trying to make another animal friend?"

"At least I did better than when you try to make human friends,"

"That's just cruel." I laughed, "Don't you have enough friends with that wombat you had living in your room?"

"Mr Brick loved me very much, you're just jealous." She smiled before she poured her homemade cleaner on her arm 

Her Face! said it all.

"Did it work?" I smirked,

"....it does not..." she complained as she hopped around in pain before tripping on her skirt and landing on her butt in a pile of boxes, I laughed but went to help her and saw how much worse her wound now was, "Ohhh Bloody crumpets that hurts!"

"Uhhh what is in that?"

"witch hazel, eucalyptus oil and carbolic acid."

"C-Carbolic acid!" I yelled, "As in the stuff we use to clean the bodies!" I quickly started to clean her up before she got too bad of an acid burn, 

"I figured, the bodies are clean. don't get infected and gross so I thought it would work on alive people too."

"it might. that doesn't mean pour it on your arm and find out!"

"Well, how else am I supposed to test it?"

I sighed, "You worry me you know." I told her rebandaging her up, 

"Ohhh?"

"I'm serious. You do worry me."

"I know, I'll be fine."

"Alright, I've got surgery. But be careful." I told her,

"I will I promise," she nodded,

I headed back up to the hospital and got prepped for today's surgery, Hetty brought the man in and I didn't waste time getting to work but soon enough the Prof came in drunk and full of ego he ordered me to stand aside, I didn't want to but I didn't have a choice so I handed my blade over and stepped aside. He went at it like a mad man and I tried to correct him but he made a wrong move and blood went everywhere, Immediately I pushed him aside and took over doing everything I could and working away as hard as I could to save his life and managing to get him stable but after all the blood-soaked work. Just as I finished up.

He died of shock. 

I threw my tools on the table and ran a hand through my hair, I sighed and I marched out to the steps sitting there in the sun trying to get my breath. I leant my head back and tried to get my mind steady even if it ran at a million miles an hour with a hundred different ways of catastrophe, 

I heard the door open. 

But I didn't worry about it, I just tried to hold back the tears. 

I felt Y/n wrap her arms around me, she didn't say anything she just wrapped her arms around my torso and shoulders, she pulled my head to rest on her chest, and set her chin on my hair, her hand stroked up and down my sleeve, for a moment I let the tears slip letting them fall onto her apron, there was a silence between us, the only sound the wind blustering the sheets hung outside, and the sound of horseshoes and carriage wheels on the street to the side, her arms felt warm, her dress scratchy, but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around her tightly holding her as close to her as I possibly can, blood coating the both of us. 

We sat together for a good while before I spoke, "Thanks."

"It's okay. I can't imagine how hard this sort of thing is." she whispered, "It's not your fault-"

"Who else's is it? I'm a doctor. My job is to save people."

"But you're human." she said, "You can't blame yourself for these things." she whispered, "You did all you could and in the end that's all you can do," she said kissing the top of my head, 

"Thank you y/n. Really... Thank you." 

"You're welcome." She smiled, "Take as long as you need Jack." she said before she got up adjusted her dress she headed back inside leaving me alone. 

I headed on with my work through the halls as usual when I heard a clattering and banging making me stop looking into the storeroom, to see y/n in her usual dress bandaged up as usual having tripped her overskirt and topped a box of tools in her hand. "ohh Crumpets." 

I couldn't help but smile my cheeks flooded with blush for a moment, and as I looked at her.. I felt so homely, so cozy, so comforted, "Y/n." I rolled my eyes coming into the storeroom to help her up and brush off the dust from her, "You need to be more careful. What on earth are you up to know?"

"I think I've figured out the experiment with the acid."

"Have you. and how many burns have you gotten in your experiments?"

"... some."

"Alright, just be careful y/n."

"I will," she smiled grabbing her box and scampering away to her little experiment room, I watched her go and smiled as I watched her, I felt compelled to follow her concerned she'd do something foolish, and... partly because I just wanted her in my arms. 

Wait- I really do want her in my arms, I want to hold her close, give her kisses, tend to her insane amount of wounds, likely with some kisses, I wanted to follow her, keep her safe. For a moment I wondered why but I already knew why. I... I like her. I wanted her up in my room not just for one night but for as long as my arms can hold her. 

I heard her trip over her damn skirt again and go tumbling down the stairs so I rushed over and saw her at the bottom luckily not badly hurt, 

"Ohh Crumpets..."

"You need a hand?"

"I need a hemmed dress I think,"

"Yes you do," I laughed going down to help her up but she almost immediately lost her balance putting weight on her leg, so I rolled my eyes, "Will you let me examine you?"

"...Fine," she sighed,

"All of you?"

She glared for a moment,

"Y/n."

"...fine."

"Come on, I'll take a look at you" I smiled picking her up and carrying her back up the stairs to one of the rooms so I could examine her, 

#tbs smut #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs #jack #jack dawkins #jackdawkins #jackdawkinsartfuldodger #the artful dodger #theartfuldodgerjack #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger #artful dodger

[l3xdrigo]

I had silly thoughts run into my mind, Regulus igniting Vertin's passion to do art again by showing her an abandoned wall and bringing spray paint.

Vertin is more traditionally on painting but she has known about spray paint and has been wanting to try them for a long time and Regulus gives her the opportunity to test them out.

When first picking up one of the spray cans, she's not sure what she wants to create, what type of mural or artwork. Vertin is pretty unfamiliar on how to work with such a big canvas, and with a tool she hasn't quite got the grasp of yet. Regulus comes back with a bunch of paint buckets and big and small paintbrushes "What are these for? " "To help us with the painting of course, I may not be the best at any painting stuff but this pirate is passionate in anything art based and the freedom of expression! " Regulus happily chimed.

Vertin was grateful but she's not sure what to make yet, so she asked Regulus who gave her one of the buckets of paint, puzzled, she looks at Regulus "what am I supposed to do with this? "

"Throw it of course! Throw it against the wall and watch it splatter, let it be messy, let your artwork be free. It has been awhile since you last painted yes? So why not let all your creative ideas out now? "

Vertin looks at Regulus and then to the paint bucket in her hands, the swirling color inside it, she knows what she needs to do. Taking a slight step back, she throws the paint out of the bucket towards the wall, making a huge splatter to it and some to themselves as well. Regulus let's out a cheer "There ya go! Now, Let's get painting!"

Splashes of colors added to the wall, the more added, the more Vertin felt free. The paint flowing down like raindrops, the lines of contrasting colors overlapping each other, using the spray paints to add more texture and little designs and details. It was messy yes, but it was free, Regulus smiling wildly as she continues to paint the already very colorful wall, this felt nice, it felt great. Vertin was smiling, laughing even at times where they get hit with splashes of paint, Regulus's joy has been contagious and seeing Vertin happy made Regulus even more joyful.

After finally finishing their artwork, both sat down on the ground, facing what they've created. It was a messy mural, with designs of their interest, a music disk, some doves, a golden thread, butterflies and much more. Both were covered in paint and colors, it'll take a while to get them off but that's the least of their worries for now. "I think this pirate can say that, that is one beautiful mural" "It is, thank you Regulus, for bringing me out here and doing this" "No problem, you've been cooped up in that office for days now, I think you deserved a break.. And you did tell me you liked painting so, this was the best idea I could come up with" "One of the ideas you had that didn't end in disaster *pfft*" "Oi-"

Both bickered for a bit, laughing and giggling like children. It's moments like these that make all the work and sacrifices worth it, even with the weight of responsibility of being the timekeeper, others are lending a hand to carry the weight, just like Regulus. Both sat there, as the sun sets and hope rebuilds.

(Or platonic soulmate Reguvert my beloveds<333)

Bonus:

As both sat quietly, a song from the radio that Regulus brought suddenly plays "Oh hell yeah! I love this song.. Say Vertin, do you dance? "

The timekeeper pondered for a bit and gave her an answer "I do, why? "

"Well, would you like to dance with this pirate? I think that'll be fun"Regulus stood up and stretched out her hand, Vertin, slightly surprised by the sudden request, but accepted it, taking Regulus's hand into hers.

" Though be aware that this pirate may not be the best at dancing, but will certainly try her best" It's been awhile since both had danced, and more so with someone but none of that mattered right now, they're just here to have fun. Dancing to the beat of the music, as both moved to the rhythm, a few slip up's here and there but is still going strong. Going with the flow of the music, both have actually made a good dancing pair, being able to move to the rhythm easily and adjusting their movements to near perfection. Despite not even having steps in mind, both have their own, synchronized and adapting as the music goes on. It felt like walking on air as they continued to dance, they kept this on till the music ended and both were exhausted.

"I must say, you're a great dancer Regulus"

"Thanks, you're not half bad yourself, we should do this more often" "I'll check if my schedule can free up a bit"

They realized that it was near dark soon, both headed back into the suitcase, walking and talking about their interest, plans and anything really. They've grown into each other's company, and they wouldn't have it any other way, a captain and her second best mate, a bellwether and her first follower.

#reverse 1999 #vertin #Regulus #Reguvert #I dont really mind if you see this as romantic or platonic #I just have brainrot about them and wanted to share this :3 #the captain's second best mate #the bellwether's first follower after years of walking alone

[13as07]

Spitting Image #1

(Ino Yamanaka)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to creamway]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,211

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

None romantic one-shot; more friendly one-shot vibes; also sorry it’s not as Ino centered as I planned it to be

Child out of wedlock (how sinful; says the smut writer) (Yoshiki is the name I chose for said child)

Kouhai means underclassmen for those that don't know

Part Two?

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"Shit, shit, shit," I mumble under my breath, rushing through the front door of the Yamanaka flower shop. I'm ten minutes late for the third time this week, a promised blowup from Ino waiting for me at the counter.

"Where is that dumb kouhai at?" Ino's voice rings out over the sound of the bell on the front door.

"Right here! I'm here! I'm sorry!" I rush out, struggling to tie the strings of my apron. "I'm sorry I'm late again, Yamanaka-San!" I mutter, bowing my head down, eyes set on our shoes as I wait for my verbal lashing.

"Kouhai," Ino hisses out, tone cold and eyes hot as she glares down at me. "I pay you to work from eight-thirty to four, not eight-forty to four."

"I know, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"You said that yesterday, and the day before that. How is it any different this time?"

"I'm really sorry, Yamanaka-San," I repeat, my tone a whisper this time.

"I will deal with you later. Your lateness won't be the reason for my lateness," Ino mutters, walking away from me, taking her anger bubble with her.

I stay in my bow until I hear the bell ring again and the shop door slam closed. "Damn it," I mumble, rubbing my eyes as I stand up straight again.

"Why have you been late so much this week?" A voice calls out, startling me.

A yap slips from me because of the sound, making me jump back and spill over a tub of flowers. "You have to be kidding me," I whisper to myself, blinking the angry tears from my eyes as the sound of the bucket crashing to the ground rings in my ears.

"I asked you a question, it's impolite not to answer," The monotone voice calls again.

I shift toward the sound, Yamanaka-san's husband falling into my sight. He reminds me of a tuxedo cat; ghostly pale, always in black, and seemingly hating everyone that's not Ino or their son. "I am sorry Yamanaka-San. I didn't mean to ignore your question. What was it again?"

My boss's husband - my other boss, I suppose - tilts his head a bit as he looks at me, a micro-scrunch of his nose appearing too. "Why have you been late so much this week?" He repeats, making my cheeks warm up in embarrassment.

"Family issues," I mumble, dropping to the floor to pick up the flowers I tipped over.

"What might those issues be?" Sai asks, kneeling on the ground as well, helping me plop the flowers back into their bucket.

"I don't think it's appropriate for you to pry into my personal life, Yamanaka-San. I am sorry for being late, it won't happen again. Now, please leave me alone," I husk out, anger coating my words and my eyes again. I tug the bucket away from him, turning my full attention to the mess I've made.

"Have I upset you?"

"No. Just... go away Yamanaka-San," I grumble, rotating the bucket away from the water still covering the floor.

"As you wish, Kouhai," Sai responds, smiling softly at me before he follows his wife's previous path.

The anger of my morning continues to brew as I clean up the spilled water. It's been six months since I gave birth to my son, Yoshiki. It's been difficult trying to find balance in my life since having him. I love him more than anything in this world, but without a support system, it leaves me feeling like I'm drowning.

Between his needs, my needs, bills, daycare, and work I feel like any moment one of the plates I'm holding is going to fall and break. The plate being my job at the moment. I'm lucky to have three thousand yen left at the end of the month, courtesy of the outrageous daycare bills. I need to find a cheaper daycare or one that opens earlier so I can make it to work on time. I can't afford to lose my job.

How the hell am I going to get and maintain another job if Yoshiki isn't in daycare? How am I going to afford daycare if I don't have a job? How am I going to afford our bills? Our rent? Yoshiki's formula and diapers and the million other things he needs? Why couldn't I just get out of the house on time this morning? Or yesterday morning? Or the morning before that?

My stress tears mix with the flower water I'm cleaning off the floor, only upsetting my spiral thinking even more. Maybe I'll get lucky and Ino will only tear into me again when she gets back instead of firing me. I can't afford to lose this job.

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My heart feels like it's pounding against my rib cage as I listen to the nursery worker on the other end of the phone. "I'm sorry ma'am but he has a fever. There's no way we can keep him at the nursery."

"I'll come get him soon but I can't just leave work. You guys can't keep him a couple more hours?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

I twirl the phone cord around my finger, heated tears threatening to spill again today as I listen to the nursery worker explain once again why they can't keep him. "I can give you an hour to pick him up, but that's all we can offer. We can't risk any of the other children getting sick. I'm really sorry, ma'am."

"Alright, okay. I'll be there soon. Thank you," I mutter into the phone, the angry tears spilling down my cheeks. I slam the phone down, picking it up to repeat the action a few times.

Why can't one thing go right? Why can't I catch one break? What am I going to do? I can't ask to leave early after being late most of the week. That'll definitely get me fired. Ino is going to tear into me if I ask to leave early, she's going to fire me. I can't afford to lose my job, but I can't leave my baby at the nursery. I can't leave Yoshiki feeling ill and yearning for me.

"Do you mind not breaking the phone?" Ino's voice rings out, filling my chest with dread.

"I'm sorry, Yamanaka-San," I mutter, softly setting the phone down before using my fingertips to brush the tears off my cheeks.

"It seems that you're saying that a lot today."

"I know," I murmur, turning toward her, eyes cast to the ground as I work myself up to ask my question. "Yamanaka-San?" She hums in acknowledgment, arms crossed and foot tapping the ground. "I'm really sorry but I have to leave early today."

"Oh? Oh ya? You show up late all week, yell at my husband, take a personal call at work, and then attempt to destroy the store phone, but you need to leave early today."

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm dealing with some things at home and I'm sorry it's melting into work but - "

"You want to leave early? Fine, leave early, but if you leave don't bother coming back. You're unreliable," Ino husks out, glare pointed my way.

"Yamanaka-San, please. I really need this job - "

"Not enough to work your full shift, apparently. I already told you, you're done, fired, unemployed. I can't have an employee that constantly shows up late and dares to ask to leave early."

I open my mouth to fight back but I have nothing to say. I get where Ino is coming from, after all, she's running a business and that can't happen with an unreliable employee, with me coming and going unpredictably.

I let out a defeated sigh, untying my apron and laying it on the counter before I walk out of the shop. The ringing of the bell dances around my brain, forcing fresh tears to brew. A million things, mostly bills and money issues, run through my head as I start my path toward Yoshiki's nursery.

I don't have time to worry about money or bills or a job. My baby is sick and needs me. Yoshiki needs to be my main focus right now. I can worry about finding a new job once my baby is at home and his fever is gone. My son needs to be okay and healthy before I have time to worry about anything else.

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I let out a sigh as I watch my Kouhai walk out the door. Maybe I was a little harsh, we all have bad weeks, and I just made hers worse by firing her. But, on the other hand, I can't keep paying someone who can't keep their life together well enough to get to work on time.

     The front door jingles again. I snap my mouth open, preparing to deny the Kouhai's pleas for her job back.

     "Oh, hey Ino!" Kohan's - one of the members of the Konoha Barrier Team and a civilian of my clan - voice rings out, making my mouth snap closed. "Where's your Kouhai at?"

"Why do you care?" I snap out, glaring at him as the scent of infidelity waves my way, only solidifying my decision to fire her. I don't need drama filtering into my flower shop. "Don't you have a pregnant wife at home?"

Kohan chuckles at my questioning, only pissing me off more. "Yes, I do. Your Kouhai's son sat up by himself for the first time. She said she'd show me pictures next time I stopped in, so I was just curious if she was working today. I swear your cashier has the cutest kid in the world."

"What?" I ask, the word 'son' standing out in the explanation I just got.

"Your Kouhai has a cute kid?" Kohan repeats slower this time, his face scrunching up as he looks at me. "I think she said he's five months old, maybe six. She's got this picture of him in a duck onesie in her wallet, and it's the cutest thing in the world. She said the wife and I could have the outfit if we want since her son grew out of it already."

"My cashier doesn't have a kid," I say, a laugh following my words. What kind of sick joke does Kouhai and Kohan have going on? "She... she doesn't have a baby at home. I would have known that."

"I promise you she does. I don't know much about her home life aside from her son, but it sounds like the dad is MIA."

"What about her parents? Her mom is around to help with the baby right? Or her dad? A sibling or something?"

Kohan shakes his head no, sucking his cheek in to nibble on it for a second. "No, it's just the baby and her. She was raised by a single parent but from what I've picked up, they were one of the casualties of the war."

I let out another laugh, this one a panicked laugh. I just fired a young single mother for being late to a couple of shifts, and for needing to leave early without even asking why she needed to leave. I am a terrible person.

"Anyway, I'll stop in some other time. Let your Kouhai know I stopped by."

"Will do," I mumble, watching Kohan walk back out of the shop. Once the bell rings closed, I dash towards the phone, scrolling through the phone log. In big letters 'Konoha Nursery' is written on the call log. I fired a single mother because for some reason she had to pick her kid up early from daycare.

I. Am. A. Terrible. Person.

"Sai!" I yell, rushing around the store in search of my husband. "Sai, I'm going out, can you watch the store?! Oh, and please remember to pick Inojin from school!"

"Where are you going?" My husband asks, poking out from a random hidey-hole he's been in.

"I need to talk to Sakura about something."

"Oh, okay. I'll see you later, Dear."

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It's been two days since I had to pull Yoshiki out of daycare early. His fever has gone down a bit, but he's still warmer than he should be. My sweet boy is curled up on my chest. He's in nothing but his diaper and I've decided to lay with him on my chest, nothing but my bra covering my torso. Hopes that skin-to-skin will help his fever race through my head as I cuddle with him.

     If it doesn't I'm out of options. I'll have to take him to the hospital, not that I can afford it, but I don't know how else to help Yoshiki feel better. The only saving grace right now is that he fell asleep far enough up my chest that I can hear his breathing without having to press my ear to his chest. "I swear, God," I mutter, focusing on the ceiling. "If you take my baby, I'll never forgive you."

     I know it's an overreaction, I know it's just a fever and will probably go down soon, but I can't help but worry that it might be more. Reading all those baby books during my pregnancy has left me with the fear that any and everything will kill my Yoshiki.

It took draining all my savings to finally convince myself to go back to work. It terrifies me to leave him with strangers for so long every day. What if something happens and I'm not there to protect him?

A knock at the door cuts off my spiral thoughts before they have a chance to start, both making me grateful and sorrowful. The sound wakes Yoshiki, sending him into a meltdown from his still-present fever and from being woken up.

I gently hush him, patting him back as I crawl out of my bed. "You're okay, love. I know, I know," I coo, softly rocking us back and forth as I weave my way through our destroyed apartment. I haven't had time to clean up so stuff has been thrown around on any surface available.

"You're okay, I promise. It's okay, Yoshiki," I continue to coddle, rocking us as I stop patting his back. My hand is gone from him long enough to open the door before it's back in place, softly rubbing his boiling skin. "Hello, how can I help you?" I ask, aiming my voice toward the open door without fully paying attention to who it is.

My focus is set on Yoshiki, trying to calm him as I start my mental checklist for the hospital. I've decided I'm going to take him once the telemarketer is dealt with.

"I thought Kohan was kidding," the person says, tugging my attention to them. Standing in the doorway is my old boss. Ino's mouth is hanging open a bit, her exposed eye wide and jumping between Yoshiki and me. "That is a baby. You have a baby. How do you have a baby?"

I blink at the lady in front of me, not a hundred percent sure what to think at the moment. "Ino, you have an eleven-year-old at home. I'm pretty confident you know how a baby is made."

"Yes, I know how a baby is made. I'm asking how you have a baby."

"Two hundred yen margaritas and a moody Sand Shinobi in the village on a business trip."

Yoshiki is the spitting image of his father. A fluff of deep red hair and his father's pale opal-colored eyes. I swear the only thing my son got from me was eyebrows and the shape of his nose.

A bundle of blue stripes covers a part of my son's forehead too, almost like stretch marks, another trait he got from his father. I've asked his doctors about it and they've told me not to worry, that it's just a mark of a jinchuriki parent, nothing different than the Hokage's and his kids' whisker marks.

That's another thing that has me stressing. What's a jinchuriki? How's it going to affect Yoshiki's life? It can't be that bad of a thing if our Hokage is one... right?

Ino busts out laughter, sending Yoshiki into another crying fit. "I'm sorry, it's really not funny," She says as I try to calm my son down again. "It's really... it’s not funny, just how you said it... it's not funny, I'm sorry," She says between bundles of giggles.

"It's kind of funny," I mumble, walking away from the door, leaving it open for Ino to decide what to do. I can hear her shuffle into my apartment, closing the door behind her as I pull an ice pack out of the freezer. "Is there a reason you're here?" I ask, trying to shuffle Yoshiki enough to wrap the ice pack in a cloth.

"I wanted to talk to you about... earlier this week," Ino mumbles, making her way through the maze of random toys and clothes covering the floor. "Here, let me hold him while you do that," She adds, reaching her arms out for my son.

I'm reluctant for a moment, hesitant to let anyone besides myself and Yoshiki's daycare nurse hold him. After a beat I give in, carefully shifting him into Ino's arms. I'll take him the moment I'm done wrapping his ice pack.

"Dear lord," She mumbles, nestling Yoshiki into her arms. He screams, reminding me his lungs are working. "Your baby is the spitting image of Gaara. How'd you manage to get that man in bed?"

"Gaara?" I ask, my hands stalling for a second.

"Gaara is the dad... right? I mean... your son looks exactly like him."

"I don't know the name of Yoshiki's dad," I whisper, finishing the task at hand before testing the pack against my skin. "Like I said, it was a one-night stand," I mutter, quickly taking my son back. I situate him back into place, holding him against my chest as I rest the wrapped ice pack on his back.

Ino stares at me, blinking a couple of times as she struggles with her words. "I would be able to recognize him, obviously," I mumble, shifting Yoshiki a bit. "After all, my son got all his traits from his father. I spent nine months making him and he has the audacity to look exactly like his father," I tease a bit, trying to lighten the mood.

     She laughs again, a calmer giggle this time. "I feel that. I swear Inojin looks like his father more than he looks like me." I hum in agreement, constantly moving the pack across Yoshiki to hopefully help bring his temperature down. "Anyway, I'm pretty confident Gaara is the father of your kid. Even if he's not, your son has junchuriki marks, it wouldn't be that hard to find his dad."

  ��  "It wouldn't?" I mumble, focusing on switching Yoshiki around to cover his chest and stomach with the cooling device.

     "No, there's only a handful of them. It's not a common thing."

     "Great," I mutter, letting out a sigh as new worries filter through my head.

“It’s not… all bad,” Ino mumbles, glancing around the room before she settles on me again. “Gaara is… he’s a little rough around the edges, but he’s a great uncle to Shikadai. That and he has - ”

“There’s a big difference between being an uncle and being a dad.”

“Ya, I know,” she mumbles softly before she smiles at me. “For now let’s talk about you coming back to work and figuring out a way to make things easier for you. We can worry about the Gaara thing later.”

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It’s been a couple of weeks since my conversation with Ino. I feel silly for not talking to her sooner. A new normal has settled over us, Yoshiki staying with me at the flower shop when the daycare is closed so I can work more hours, a later starting time so I don’t have to worry about being late, and the Yamanakas helping me with my son.

Ino watched him yesterday afternoon so I could go out for the first time in seven months. Do you know how nice that was? Getting some me time for the first time in half a year? I even get to sit down and eat now without having to worry about jumping up at Yoshiki’s every cry. Inojin is trying to talk me into letting him keep Yoshiki overnight one of these weeks. He’s grown attached to my little guy.

He also insists that my son ‘looks just like Uncle Gaara’ and that he ‘has the same eyes as Aunt Temari and Shikadai’. All this talk about the Gaara guy has my nerves a bit on edge. It scares me, thinking that someone so close yet so far away can demand to see my child, to have a say in my child’s life. I didn’t purposely leave my son’s father in the dark, I just figured I’d never find him again so why waste my time looking?

I will say, despite all the fear that comes with the possibilities of this Gaara person, Ino’s friend - Shika-something - Shikadai’s dad, had some tricks on getting Yoshiki’s fever down. He also said it’s normal for children of Sand Village descent to have fevers because of the usually hot temperatures in the Hidden Sand and their DNA morphing over time to counteract it. It is normal, it is just Yoshiki’s body adjusting, and soon enough he’ll be able to regulate his body temperature on his own.

Besides, there’s no guarantee that this Gaara guy is my baby’s father, and even if he is, who says he wants anything to do with us? That thought both feels good and hurts. I’ve done it all on my own, all nine months of the pregnancy, the childbirth, all seven months of Yoshiki’s life. If Gaara wants nothing to do with us, it won’t be that big of a deal. However, my son having his father while growing up is a nice thought to have too.

The bell at the front of the shop rings, a “Hello! Welcome in!” tugs from me as my eyes stay set on Inojin and Yoshiki.

“Hey, Ino,” a squeaky preteen voice calls out, instantly making Inojin chirp up.

“Sup, Shik,” he calls back, carefully standing up with Yoshiki in tow. The boys share some kind of new-gen handshake, my mind clicking the new boy into place as Shikadai. He’s the spitting image of his father too.

The two boys talk for a couple of minutes, Shikadai’s eyes constantly flipping between Yoshiki and me. Inojin was right, he does have the same eyes as my son. That doesn’t help my panicked thoughts. “What are you doing here anyway? You hate the flower shop,” Inojin asks, perking my interest a bit.

“My uncles are in town and Uncle Kuro already managed to piss off his wife, so he’s dragging Shinki and me along to help pick out flowers.”

“No shit? Shinki came this time too?”

“Inojin!” I snap out, giving him a warning glare. “No pouty mouth around Yoshiki.”

“Oh, right! My bad Kuohai!”

Shikadai’s eyes jump between my son and me again, a weird look on his face for a split second. “What’s with the baby?” He tries to whisper, eyes still running a mile a minute.

“Oh, Yoshiki? He’s the son of the girl that’s been working for my mom. He’s a chill dude, for being a baby and all. He looks a lot like your uncle.”

“Who looks a lot like me?” A deep voice calls out, overpowering the sound of the bell ringing. Standing in the door frame is a man with a black hood pulled over his head and dark purple markings across his face and neck. “Dear lord, who did Gaara knock up?” He asks, making panic spark in my chest.

“Okay, that’s enough Inojin,” I rush out, making quick steps around the counter and towards the group forming by the door. “I would like my baby back now,” I continue to panic, carefully swiping Yoshiki from Inojin’s arms.

“Hey! You said I could hang out with him during your shift!” Ino’s son complains, trying to swipe Yoshiki back from me.

“You can hang out with him later,” I mumble, slipping into the bathroom, quickly closing and locking the door behind me. So much for the new normal.

I sink to the tiled floor of the bathroom. Yoshiki is having the time of his life, smiling and babbling to himself as he looks up at me. “What are we going to do, Love?” I ask him, lifting him to press his tiny forehead against my own. “Why do you have to look so much like your daddy, huh? Do you think this Gaara guy is Dad? You think so?” I coo, pressing kisses to his cheeks, which only encourages his giggles.

A soft knock is pressed on the door, making Yoshiki smile even more. For whatever reason, his new interest is the sound of knocking. He seems to enjoy it quite a bit. “Hey, Kouhai?” Ino calls out, her voice followed by another knock. “We should probably talk.”

Probably.

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The Fruit After the Flesh 18+ - Chapter 6-

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Approximately 3,177 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings:  Life threatening event, mild sexually suggestive language, swear words

A/n: Sorry for there not being a whole lot of art in this chapter, I am trying to streamline my work so that I can get these chapters out as quick as possible. I have really grown so accustomed to Luda Mae, I admit I am a bit attached to her, same goes for that pervy old man Charlie. As always, reblogs, likes and comments are extremely appreciated, and I hope you enjoy the chapter and art!

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Chapter 6

The sound of crackling and smell of campfire wafted into your dream, you were so drained from the heat exhaustion you experienced that you could barely wake up. You feel really hot and as you open your eyes you see fire, raging ember flames were licking at the walls and dancing across the ceiling as smoke flooded the air. You immediately jump out of bed and scream as you scramble to get out of the room, the thick poisonous smog was choking your lungs and stinging your eyes. You run to the door but it is blocked by fire and heat, you try to get to the window to open it but a large plank from the ceiling falls in front of it trapping you inside.

 You sprint towards the bathroom and see the window is too tiny to get out of so you decide to get the shower head and spray the entire bathroom with water to prevent the fire from coming in, this futile attempt was modestly effective but the smoke was promising to take your life. You scream for help, in the hopes that maybe Dover could hear you and be a decent enough person to come to your aid, but the more you screamed the more smoke you inhaled. You spray yourself with water and hold a towel to your nose to filter out some of the fumes and begin to cry, realizing that this home is now your grave.

A sudden crash instills even more fear and defeat, the house is now collapsing from the flames eating its structure, but as soon as doom overwhelms you, the door to the bathroom starts pounding with heavy thuds. It takes you a second to process what the sound is -the ceiling is probably collapsing now- you feel yourself begin to slip away as the polluted air chokes you. In a blink, the bathroom door explodes off its hinges, a plume of black smoke furls into the room and from that smoke emerges a beast, Tommy.

He scoops you up and pulls you out of the house and away from the flames to safety, gently placing you down on the ground, he began helping Charlie with spraying the house down with what looks like an old water truck. In a quick half hour, the flames were extinguished and your beautiful home was now sitting there horribly damaged from what you were able to see. You suck in clean air to help get the toxins out of your lungs and clear your blood, Charlie comes up to where you lay with Tommy right beside him and says,

“You’re lucky we were here girly, this would’a been the end of you and your damn house.” He then looks at Tommy and tells him, “Boy, pick her up and get her into the truck, she’s comin’ home with us.”

Tommy nods and picks you up delicately as if you were made of glass. When he got to the truck, he placed you on his lap and held you tightly, you were coughing furiously, trying to get out the toxins that infiltrated your lung tissue. The drive was extremely short, your eyes were closed the entire ride from the stinging you felt. Once you reached the Hewitt house, Tommy quickly brought you inside where Luda Mae was waiting for you.

“Bring her up to my room and set her on the bed, quickly now” Luda Mae spoke with a wavering voice full of worry.

She followed Tommy up the stairs with a bucket full of clean, cool water and a washcloth. You opened your eyes a little to be able to look at Tommy, you wanted to thank him so badly but you could barely speak. The upstairs of their home was a new space for you as you had only ever needed to be on the main floor for visits; Wallpaper colored the walls in an old Dijon yellow, marked with whispers of mysterious stains form years ago; There was a dark walnut trim wrapping around the ceiling and floors matching in a same walnut brown shade, the lighting from dated wall sconces dimly lit the hallway and made you feel uneasy.

Luda Mae guided him to her bedroom door, “Carefully now Tommy, we don’t want to do anymore damage that the fire hadn’t already caused.”

Luda Mae had a bedroom you would expect for a household matriarch, the floors were impeccably clean and reflected the soft lamp light that shone from the corner of the room; The walls were a soft eggshell white and the bed you were placed on was large with soft cotton sheets in a cheery canary yellow color. You start coughing more from the movement,

“Thank you, son, now clear outta here, she ain’t dressed for male company.” Luda Mae pushes Tommy out and he reluctantly obeys, his head was swiveling to keep his sight on you as much as he could before the door closed behind him.

You realize you were wearing the least amount of clothing tonight because of the Texan heat that plagued you the entire time you had been in Fuller. You had nothing much on but some old short-shorts and a slinky little tank top that could barely hang on to your breasts. You almost felt shame but you could barely think of anything at the moment, your lovely new home is now severely damaged, possibly even burnt to the ground for all you knew.

“You poor thing, you just can’t catch a break huh? You must be so scared and tired.” Luda Mae had such a soothing voice; she was so much like a mother you never had.

You try to speak, “Luda *cough* I’m so sorry to be such a burden on your family, I owe my life to you all.” Your barely audible  voice was gravelly from all the smoke and irritation.

She gives you a stern look, “Don’t you dare think you owe us hun, your life was in danger and there was no way we were gonna let you die in that fire.” She began washing the soot from your face and body, then handed you a glass of water to drink, which you promptly guzzled down immediately. You begin to feel a wave of emotion come over you, tears start welling up in your eyes and you start sobbing, Luda Mae holds you close to her chest and pets your head gently, she says,

“It’s gonna be ok sweetheart, don’t you worry none, we ain’t gonna let nothing happen to you anymore. You’re family.”

You sob into her; you haven’t had a strong cry in years and the stress of recent events was enough to break you,

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do now, my home is gone! I have nowhere to live, everything I had, all my memories from home are probably all burnt up now!”

Luda Mae lets out a sympathetic laugh, “Oh hun! You’re gonna live here with us until you want to leave.” She lifts your chin up to have you face her and she wipes your tears with a dainty little handkerchief, she adds,

“Tonight, you’re gonna get some well needed rest, and tomorrow we can go look and see what the damage is together, and we’ll talk some more.”

Luda Mae goes into the joining bathroom and grabs a box of tissues; she sets them down next to you and puts a jug of fresh water next to your cup on the night stand. She looks at you with worry in her eyes, you can feel the motherly concern she has for you just by her expression, she says,

“I need you to get some sleep tonight hun, you might cough a lot and that’s to be expected after a fire, but if you need anything you just holler. I know my boy is going to be right outside all night and I’ll be in Charlies room -God help me- which is right next to this one.”

Through bleary eyes and sniffles, you give her a nod, she gently shuts the door behind her as she exits and you hear her mumble something to someone before walking away. You do your best to get some sleep, the crying puffed up your eyes and made you sleepy enough to pass out.

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You woke up to the sound of farm animals milling about outside, the gentle clucks of chickens pecking the ground and the calls of cows mooing in the field. You can hear Charlie speaking to Tommy outside in the barn but it’s too far away to make out the words. You slowly get up and pour yourself some water, muffled coughs still plague you but they are lessened in strength. You hear a knock at the bedroom door and Luda Mae speaks softly,

“You awake hun? Can I come in?”

You call out to let her in and she opens the door, she picks up something off the table next to her outside and walks towards you with an in-bed breakfast tray holding a glass of orange juice and some eggs and toast.

“I have some food here for you dear, you don’t have to eat it if you don’t feel hungry so don’t push yourself.” She sets the tray on your lap and puts some pillows behind your back to help you sit up, she follows,

“How are you feeling today? You slept far into the day which is good, you needed it.”

You smile at her and reply,

“I’m doing better today; I didn’t mean to cry on you last night… I’m a bit embarrassed. What time is it?”

She looks at you with an annoyed look and says,

“Now that’s enough of that nonsense, you better not feel embarrassed at all; why, you had every right to cry with all of what happened to you, I’m surprised you weren’t hollerin’ all night.” She looks at a watch on her wrist, “Oh, and it’s past 1pm dear, you got a good healthy amount of rest, that makes me happy.”

She gets up and walks towards the closet, she slides open the doors and stares at the clothes hanging on the rack, she places her hands on her hips ad says,

“Now let’s find you something to put on so we can go check on your house.”

You start eating the food on the tray as she sifts through the clothing in the closet, the eggs were perfectly cooked, sunny side up with a soft yolk for you to dip your toast into. You thank Luda Mae for the food and she smiles back at you, she turns back and spots something; she pulls out a large pastel blue shirt and brings it over to you,

“This was worn by Thomas when he was growin’ up, he grew out of it real quick and now it’s just a big pretty shirt. I think it would be like a nice little dress on you, it’s at least something to put on so we can get you to your home without the men lookin’ at you like hungry dogs to a steak.”

You blush in embarrassment and say,

“I’m so-“

Luda Mae cuts you off immediately and says,

“The next words outta your mouth better not be ‘sorry’ hun. You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry about, it doesn’t matter how you were dressed for bed, that’s your business, I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable is all, it ain’t a judgment on your character or nothin’…I’m not that kind of Christian.”

She takes the empty tray away from you and starts heading out the door,

“Now you get yourself ready and I’ll take you back up to the house. No need to rush none sweetheart, you take your time.” And with that she closes the door behind her.

You head into the bathroom which is very old fashioned, the walls were painted a pale teal blue, white tiles with flower patterns scaled around the tub and the fixtures were a weathered gold color. You wash your face and gargle some tap water; you clean your body off in the tub which makes the water run grey from the soot still stuck to your skin. You let out a sigh -I smell like a goddamn chimney- the shower made you feel amazing, it was nice to get so clean after a traumatic event.

Once you were done in the shower, you got changed into the shirt Luda Mae left for you, the color was very pretty, it was a powder blue, button down made entirely of cotton; you slipped it over your body and it really was like a dress on you, the sleeves were very long and the bottom of the shirt reached your knees -Fucking hell, this was his when he was growing?- you felt a little scandalous wearing the old shirt of a man you didn’t know very well, you didn’t have that kind of relationship with him but it was fun to imagine that you did which got your mind off the stress of last night.

You make your way downstairs, your bare feet slapping on the cool hardwood floor, each step made a gentle creak which reminded you of the old home you grew up in back in Manitoba. The sepia tone of the afternoon sun washed into the home and a cool breeze flowed in through the open windows making the curtains sway gently. The house was very quiet inside, the muted sounds of the animals and nature outside floated off the walls like a comforting hug, you felt very at home in the Hewitt house as if you were never a stranger to them.

Luda Mae rounds a corner and brings you an old pair of flip flops which looked strangely modern and out of place for an old Texan farm. You ask,

“Oh, who’s are these?”

Luda Mae pauses for a second and purses her lips in thought,

“Uh, they were from a family friend who visited and forgot them. Put them on dear.”

You couldn’t help but feel her response was a little suspicious, but you struggled to place what it was. You shrug it off and thank her for the shoes. You both head out towards your home, you pass by the barn and see Tommy heaving planks of wood from inside the barn, he was shirtless.

You immediately widen your eyes and blush heavily, his sweaty body was shimmering in the sun, most of his torso was disappointingly hidden by his overalls but you were able to see some hair surrounding a small pink nipple. Immediately you had sinful thoughts running through your head, you wondered so desperately what the rest of him looked like and how low the hair went down. Luda Mae called out to him,

“Thomas! Me n’ Y/N are going to head back to her property for a bit, some foods on the kitchen table for you!”

Tommy did a double take to look at you when he saw you were wearing an old favorite of his. He was frozen where he was, his eyes followed as you made your way down the driveway to the main road. Luda Mae laughed noticing this, she said,

“He hasn’t seen that shirt in so long, he used to love wearing it. I bet he’s happy it’s bein’ worn again”

Both you and Luda Mae reach your home, you are feeling anxious to see what you are going to find left after the fire and you feel a knot in your stomach forming. Before you could get up the driveway enough to see the house, Luda Mae turns to you and asks,

“Are you gonna be alright dear?”

You nod and continue up the driveway, you can already smell the burnt wood and you start to get scared; you make it over the hill revealing the house to be in better shape than you initially thought; most of it is still standing and undamaged, your heart lifts a little seeing that you still have well over half a home left to work with. Charlie comes out from behind the house and walks towards you both,

“This ain’t so bad. Looks to me like the bedroom took the brunt of the flames, most of this house ain’t damaged at all.”

Luda Mae smiles and holds your hand,

“Oh, praise lord Jesus. Looks like this can be fixed up, you can live with us while repairs get done, or…forever if you like.” She giggles after adding that in.

You laugh, “I really appreciate your offer, and I will have to take you up on it. I’ll pay my way and help out until my home is ready to move back into of course.”

Charlie puts his hands on his hips and turns to you,

“I tried lookin’ for that shithead Dover but, he’s nowhere to be found. I didn’t see a corpse in the house or nothin’ so he ain’t dead far as I can tell.”

You had completely forgotten about Dover, it was strange that he was missing but you didn’t really care at this moment, you were just happy to know that you still had a home. You make your way inside the house to see the damage in the bedroom, it looks like the fire was most damaging by the window which you thought strange. You see the closet is covered in soot, you open it and check the clothes, they needed a wash but remained undamaged. You take a suitcase from out of another closet in the foyer, you fill it up with clothes and essential items, if you needed anything more, you could just get into the storage container which still had so many things in it.

Once the suitcase was full, you head towards Luda Mae who asks,

“Got everything you need? You can slowly bring more stuff everyday if you like, you’ll be stayin’ with us a while.” She puts her arm around you and squeezes reassuringly.

Charlie walks alongside you and Luda Mae, he asks,

“Y/N, did you leave somethin’ electric plugged in near the window? Maybe some woman contraption for hair or what not?”

You squint your eyes at the ignorant statement but reply,

“No, I didn’t have anything plugged into the wall, not even a lamp. Anything that could have caught fire like that would be in the bathroom but there wasn’t a fire in there.”

Charlie rubs his chin,

“I think we need to keep an eye out for Dover, wherever that backwoods fuck is.”

You furl your eyebrows in thought -Does he think that Dover lit the fire? Why would he do that? It would risk his job and the orchard…- You were perplexed with the thought but it was always a possibility, he did say many times how much he wanted the full property all to himself. He needs to be found, and he needs to be found quickly.

#what ya writin #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x y/n #slasher community #thomas hewitt x afab reader #leatherface 2006 #texas chainsaw massacre #my art #the fruit after the flesh

[tossawary]

I forgot how fucking funny Shen Yuan is. He’s such an unreliable narrator (at least in my interpretation of him) partly because he’s genuinely oblivious to some things and partly because he’s sometimes intentionally ignoring problems like his own trauma, but also because he’s just cracking jokes all the time. It’s hard to know just how seriously he’s taking things sometimes or whether or not the situation is genuinely Like That, because there’s often a chance that Shen Yuan is exaggerating or underplaying the situation in the noble pursuit of 1) The Bit or 2) dunking on Airplane.

Couple of my favorite random, mundane examples of him being hilarious at the beginning of SVSSS:

Shen Qingqiu was an easygoing person.

Since his residential address had already been changed to Proud Immortal Demon Way, and since he’d already kicked the bucket in his original world, he figured he might as well try making it work here.

He’d arrived in a cultivation setting, received a body with decent martial ability and swordsmanship for free, and was also part of a famous righteous sect. If he wanted to stand out, he could stand out, and if he wanted to lie low, he could hole up on Cang Qiong Mountain Sect’s Qing Jing Peak and be a recluse. What was there to complain about?

The only slightly difficult thing would be finding a girlfriend. In this sort of male power fantasy stallion novel, any woman inevitably belonged to the male lead, as long as she wasn’t ugly. Everyone knew this.

Still, Shen Qingqiu was a man of few needs; he would have been satisfied just idling away to a ripe old age. In that way, it wouldn’t be that different from how his previous life had been going.

- SVSSS, Vol 1, Ch 1

Shen Yuan cracks jokes rather than deal with any grief over dying (handwaves over the whole thing, we don’t get to see his quiet moments in the beginning), optimistically acknowledges landing in a very sweet situation for his new life even if the character role isn’t good (kind of reads to me like he’s telling himself he doesn’t have a good reason to complain, so he’s telling himself not to be sad), and then cracks a joke about how hard it’ll be to get a girlfriend.

I read the next bit as him dunking on stallion novels slightly, although I do also think Shen Yuan has some unexamined misogyny going on even if he’s a good guy. He reads as a little sexist at the same time that he brings up problematic elements in the writing in Proud Immortal Demon Way. This flaw feels realistic to me for a young man who reads these kinds of stallion novels and I enjoy it.

And then he jokingly dunks on himself for not having a girlfriend in his past life and is up front about the fact that he doesn’t really want one anyway. A lot of the SVSSS characters give off asexual spectrum vibes for me personally, but Shen Yuan really, REALLY gives off asexual spectrum vibes. It kind of reads to me as Shen Yuan making a joke like, “Lol, imagine what I’d be complaining about if I was the type of person to care about getting a girlfriend! ‘Oh, no! I’ve died and landed in the role of a scum villain and there’s a digital tyrant refusing to let me act out of character! How will I get a girlfriend now?!’ Priorities, am I right?”

The second bit is when Shen Yuan is at the Chen Estate in Shuang Hu City, hunting the Skinner Demon. Ning Yingying has just come to his room to ask him to escort her to the market and he has to turn her down.

At the same time, how could he not want to go out and play? Up until now, he’d been hunkered down inside Qing Jing Peak’s Bamboo House, forced to fake being an awesome master of arts and literature, meaning everything he did had to be done “blandly”: blandly speaking, blandly laughing, blandly practicing the sword, blandly being a poser - bland to the point that he often had the urge to scatter a handful of salt over his head! What a damn pain!

And now when he finally got a break to take a trip down the mountain, he was still trapped in his room because of the System’s stance that “the original Shen Qingqiu liked quiet and would be unwilling to mingle.”

Shen Qingqiu didn’t even want to pretend to meditate, so he lay on the bed, just pretending to be dead.

- SVSSS, Vol 1, Ch 2

Shen Yuan has been going stir crazy, unable to talk to anyone properly, and he just wants to be loud and undignified and enjoy himself by playing the tourist for an afternoon! He calls himself out for faking everything! He admits that he doesn’t know what he’s doing! He doesn’t like being cold and calm and collected all the time. He sounds like he’s desperate for some friendly company and a distraction from his own thoughts. He wants to be nice to people.

The OOC function won’t even let him chill and chat with people. Which is a little funny because when Luo Binghe was being bullied, Shen Yuan said, “Fuck the System!” and anonymously interfered with flying leaves because he couldn’t bear Luo Binghe’s suffering, even though it lost him a bunch of points. He got the points back, but he didn’t know that when he interfered! For all he knew then, he was bringing himself closer to a risk of death. He also later invited Binghe to ride in the carriage with him after another bullying incident and argued with the System as to why his actions weren’t out of character. If Binghe is involved and suffering, then Shen Yuan can’t help but rail against the OOC function.

Shen Yuan calls himself out for “pretending to meditate” before now (he knows he’s kind of a hack! He so lost and he’s doing his best anyway) and just... lies on the bed “pretending to be dead”??? It’s not stated whether he’s lying facedown or facing the ceiling, but it’s funny either way. Shen Yuan is so fucking done with the System’s micromanagement with the OOC function that he just sprawls on the bed for the day. He sounds so depressed.

#tossawary svsss #tossawary rereads svsss #shen yuan

[yuurivoice]

Just wanted to say that even though I do avoid exploring any tags related to me, I do absolutely recognize and appreciate a ton of you who regularly post awesome art, headcanons, and memes.

A lot of that is thanks to people sharing those fun, awesome things! Reblogs where I end up seeing them on mutuals blogs and stuff helps, so share and gas each other up!

There are people in this community that have been here for years, who have seen this entire corner of the internet shift and grow for better or worse. The OGs who have been around before I ever made this blog know how far the community has come, how much it's stayed the same, and how much it has changed. And I've grown along with it. My aspirations and hopes and creativity has evolved so much from just doing silly little posts as an anime twink to having a full blown web series.

Despite that growth, I am still just a guy trying to tell his stories and make some voices while doing it. I have a small team around me, and without them this would be even more difficult than it already is. We're not corporate, we're independent artists and freelancers and creatives just trying to do cool stuff, and are lucky enough that something worked.

I've failed so much over the course of my life. You see the results of things, and for the most part are incredibly kind and supportive. Thousands upon thousands have appreciated my work in one way or another, and that's a dream come true for me. I never bothered wanting anything more in my life than to share stories with people. I didn't have a bucket list, or many aspirations. I was at a dead end and ready to just give up. That mentality and the time spent going in circles did a lot of damage over time.

But you found me, whether it was 6 years ago or a week ago, and whatever support and vibes you've sent my way have mattered. I won't ever lose sight of that.

I wanted to say that because I know I am not as ingrained into my own community as an active participant and that may make me seem distant, or stuck up, or something. It's not for any sort of disdain or lack of appreciation though, it's just me, and trying to keep my head clear.

You don't get an instruction manual when you're suddenly a niche internet micro celebrity. They don't tell you about scrolling through fan art at 3am and then seeing the nastiest, most mean spirited, bad faith takes about your work you've ever seen. Shit is weird, man. And it's not for me, because I give way too much of a shit about my art, and that's a flaw. My skin has gotten thicker over the years, but what happens on days when your mental health is in the shitter? Weeks where I've been fighting my demons and losing can't afford me the grace to step on a weird internet landmine brought on by the symptoms of being a creative trying and failing and succeeding all at once in a world where everyone on the internet has an opinion they want to shout into the void.

And people can do that! It's my responsibility to look after myself and set those boundaries for my own comfort, not anyone's fault for just doing their thing on the internet, ya know? Once you put yourself out there, you have to accept that people are gonna people. Same irl, shit, I've been a fat kid my whole life, I'm certainly no stranger to people being obscenely rude for no reason other than they like the sound of their own voice.

I just wanted y'all to know that even though we're well beyond the "little internet family" vibes that some creators foster, I'm not up in some ivory tower (ha, said the thing) looking down like a curmudgeon. I am rooting especially hard for all the fellow creatives out there on their own journeys, wanting to share their passion and dreams with the world as well. I want you to win, and succeed, and find fulfillment with whatever drives you to make things.

Guess I was in my feelings a little bit and just wanted to say that I do see many of you and am thankful you've allowed me to play some kind of role in entertaining, comforting, or inspiring you. That means the world to me.

[offshore-brinicle]

That was one hell of a part 2 good lordy. I have SO many thoughts but I cannot put all into words for now, here's some though.

Dante is being real quiet [sus especially after how much they talked in canto 5, plus how they seemed seemed realise that they need to actually take part in helping the sinners proper] and they are [seemingly] the only sinner one could connect to Carmen [literally all of the chirstian symbolism, the way the static on her appearances was similar to the static Dante has seen on AFD and their overheating, the fact she seemed to speak through them at that point]. I am probably just reading into things but after the whiplash of how much they usually talk - internally and externally - I am very much getting a sinking feeling something's wrong.

Basements are evil. Hong Lu is rich enough to have a basement in his houses. He will probably have an evil basement. I would bet money on this, especially if its a sort of 'other world' as alluded to in his book (that I have not read. It does mention a Land of Illusion if i recall, however, so possibly a door to that). Bonus points if it ends up being upside down or smth.

Would the 'chaotic' part of the golden bough ( of 'em at least) have any sorta relation to why we Heath's E.G.O seemed unstable? I know most of the other distortions/E.G.O awakenings happened near boughs - which connects to the theory that they are directly related to Carmen and thus allow her to talk to people more easily like with the monolith - either Dante's fragment or a full one, but the specific mention of a chaotic one could mean it's responsible for Bodysack seeming to have corroded, as one can see the warning labels typical of a corroding E.G.O.

Given Faust's change in behaviour - namely stuttering for what I believe to be the first time - regarding the conversations around the 'creation of humans' I do believe this was how she was made. Yi Sang did say he made the tech used within the pods in that very basement, and the fact that he was the first recruit could mean that the Faust who approached him is not the same Faust on the bus. The idea of her being a metric fucktonna ID's layered on top of each other firstly explains the Council of Fausts theory, wherein she is able to talk to other versions of herself, in this case because that's what she is, as well as what Dante says about her looking somewhere else before answering. Mirrors alter perception, so her looking at a different Faust for answers could explain that as well. Work's too with her base E.G.O, wherein three shadows seem to point out an answer on her wall of notes. She has all the knowledge, she just needs her other selves to point it out when needed - thus her evasive attitude when it comes to answers, she needs time to get it pointed out.

On that note, do you think her attitude in Selva Obscura is a reflection of og!Faust, but she drops the act later on once Dante has fully forgotten their past? She doesn't really get that jokey after that.

Like how the middle seemed to be the antithesis of Ishmael in C5 part 2, the ring seems to be Heath's. The middle represented how Ishy as a person was mostly incompatibility with 'the bit', in the form of a situation that is remarkably silly on paper but ended up in near total annihilation of the group. The ring may represent how some may look for deeper meanings in all things from arts to people, which clashes wickedly against Heathcliff's more straightforward approach when it comes to handling situations. The dredges of the ring are those parts of him that overthink and he solves the problem as simply as he's been solving many others.

Cathy in a Coffin reminds me of when Carmen was content enough to haunt the narrative from her Bucket. Nothing else to say here except for the fact it's funny.

But back to Carmen, and more particularly 'fate' regarding distortions. The theme of denying of what 'should've happened' is a decently big theme of limbus - from the rewinding death to even subverting what happens from any literary source material - so if they end up going 'Carmen no Carming' to her later on, defying someone who seems to be as much of a god-like entity as the Head in some ways, I would not be surprised if we either get a visit from Iori, one of Demian's lot or another Lo9 member - x or current. Additionally, defying fate may just be what brings back Heathcliff from the edge, keeping Cathy alive in this mirror world but presumably in a weird weirdass way. My guess is that she distorts and gets nabbed by LCD - but I also just wanna see Moses so.

Also hey what happened to the seven strikes of lightning. Are they gonna be in Heath's distortion dungeon or something? No clue.

And I think that's it. Gonna stare at a wall for a while now methinks

OK SO FIRST UP THERE ARE A LOT OF THINGS HERE SO I'LL TRY TO ANSWER TO THESE CONCISELY

Now that you mentioned it, it was always very strange how Faust is Number 2 despite being there first and her mugshot having already been in uniform, so now that you mention her different attitude in the Prologue I honestly see a lot to what you are bringing up here. It was always a personal theory of mine that Faust's real "Mephistopheles" was Sang Yi or Yi Sang somehow, since Sang Yi still to seems to be a rather...odd entity that doesn't correspond to any particular mirror world and is implied by Yi Sang to have some degree of omniscience (and there's also that marked part in the dungeon where he "mysteriously dissapeared" for some time with no explanation), so she might have gotten Yi Sang to do the procedure that would give her this infinite knowledge, specially since even Yi Sang himself emphasizes on her having been "gifted" with omniscience, I Highly doubt he's being figurative here, even more with her EGO's background being the shadows of multiple people.

In regards to Dante not speaking I think it's simply because of the difference in situation, unlike Ishmael who was very clearly out of control due to her own mindset, Heathcliff is being driven over the edge by circumstance -- and some quite insane circumstances at that, so it might be why they could not intervene, but hopefully they'll step up when we get to the next part, specially since we'll be dealing with Distorted Heathcliff....and also, it's very interesting that we actually got Heathcliff's POV on how it felt to Distort. It might be Dante's connection to Carmen and The Sinners aligning at once.

And also, Catherine is def a Carmen expy (I actually did my own analysis some time ago in similarities Kromer, Ahab and Dongbaek had with Carmen too but this one is the most. Insanely explicit similarity) and the fact that she speaks to "Welcome Heathcliff home" at the very end in her own voice alongside Carmen...I can't help but feel she might have been planning to get Heathcliff to Distort all along as part of her personal plan that they can be together happy in Hell. The Overclocking symptoms seem to have been an indicator of Heathcliff approaching Distortion, I really like how...drastically different it feels from the awakened Crow's Eye View and Snagharpoon, and just in general how they completely threw the formula that had been built up until now out of the window (heh)

Either way, thanks for shooting me a message! It's always fun to get to hear other people's observations and theories and share my own two cents along the way

Edit: I forgor but frankly if Hong Lu has yet another Creepy Rich Person basement I think I'll bash my head against the wall. The real moral of Limbus is that basements are bad and evil. Sorry there are just So many good observations here and I'm a bit scatterbrained at times shfhh

In regards to the "fate" thing, I feel like that will be a big part of dealing with Heathcliff next part, Limbus Company as a game and story is built on the reimaginings or "what ifs" or classics, and we've seen it with Yi Sang that his ending was changed in the end; the original Yi Sang died and the protagonist of The Wings commits suicide, but he rejected all of that, while Ishmael was on her path to repeat the cycle of the story of Moby Dick but thanks to Dante and Heathcliff she rejected that as well. And the title of "Clear All Cathy" really establishes from the first moment the goal this time. We'll have to wait another week to see how it rolls.

#answers #project moon #limbus company #lcb Yi Sang #lcb Faust #lcb Dante #lcb Heathcliff #lcb Carmen #Carmen ProjMoon #Canto VI spoilers

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

What if the reader and Stanley bonded over the buckets? Like decorating them and customizing them!

"This is great, Stanley! What could be better than hanging out in the broom closet and decorating our buckets?”

“..actually going on with the story?!!! Or literally anything else?! I can’t even recognize the metallic shininess of your bucket anymore, [y/n]. What was the matter with my two stickers? Were they boring? Too bland? Well..I apologize for not having an infinite amount at my disposal.”

Looking up, you just scoffed at Narrator, sensing his bitterness as you clutched your decorated bucket with pride. “I wasn’t talking to you. Besides it’s not like we can take off your dumb stickers, so we’re stuck with them regardless. Be lucky I didn’t decide to paint over them.”

All you got in response was a loud gasp of horror, as though you’ve just written him a review worse than Cookie9′s. “WHY...I’D...NEVER....!!!” 

The poor guy was probably hunched over his desk, clutching his pearls.

An amused smile graced your lips as you envisioned that. ‘Yeah, that’s pretty funny..’

Then you felt a nudge on your shoulder and looked to see Stanley present his bucket to you, lightly smiling. It had some stamps and small paintings on all sides. Excluding the Property of Stanley sticker, these new additions made it unique only to him.

For countless resets, he’s been lugging this bucket around, finding both comfort and numbness in it as he carried it throughout the office. And it’s been his only companion until you somehow entered the parable with your own bucket, assuming it was just an ordinary work day until you found him.

He showed you his favorite places in the building, such as the broom closet where you proposed the idea of decorating your respective buckets just to take a break from the story.

Although Narrator tried speaking for Stanley’s bucket by saying “that’s a horrible idea, I am perfectly content with these stickers”, your coworker thought the opposite and happily joined you in the closet. You had to go search the building a bit for more paints, and Stanley stayed despite Narrator’s insistence that he kept going.

Yeah, you could hear his complaints, too, but luckily you were the only one who could respond to him verbally. 

The three of you knew the reality of your world, so...why did he wanna get back to a story that wasn’t gonna end anyway?

None of it made sense, but doing this little “art project” brought both you and Stanley a sense of...peace. It was therapeutic in a way, and neither of you heard any protests from the buckets.

Narrator severely underestimated your attachment to them.

“I think he’s just jealous,” you muttered to Stanley, who grinned and silently chuckled in response, earning yet another chuff from a certain British man.

“Oh good, good..just go on and giggle like a bunch of schoolgirls at a sleepover. See if I care! I’ll be waiting outside whenever you’re both finished....”

As his voice faded out, you sighed in relief. ‘Thank god. It’s just us and the buckets now.’

When he did eventually reset the game, you and Stanley simply reunited in the same spot with your respective buckets, beaming with pride while he groaned.

They were still decorated beautifully.

#clanask #anonymous #the stanley parable x reader #stanley parable x reader #stanley x reader #platonic

[symphonic-scream]

You told me a little bit cough up the au info 🔫

Oh of course

So instead of having Joker as the main character, or the Fool Arcana, I've put in Yusuke, weird art boy. He interacts with everything the same way he normally would. Strangely. He stares at people and sketches things and makes little finger frames, but now he has a criminal record ooh. Honestly he got the codename Jester just because I was making a joke about he'd be funnier than Joker

Okay so. Morgana is the not-cat and he's pretty much the only non human, so you might be wondering who took his place as the Magician Arcana. And. It's Akechi Goro. I was thinking about who'd do best with putting up with Yusuke's oddities while also being hilariously done with everything and yeah I felt that would work best. In the real world he looks like a little Robin, and in the metaverse he's just. Goro. His codename being Crow still is just because I couldn't think of anything better sorry

And then it's our Chariot, taking Ryuji's place. This was an easy one for me. I am incredibly biased about this one, but will I care? No. It's Makoto. So-called delinquent student Makoto Niijima, trying to stay true to herself, while handling the feelings of being so totally alone. I chose Knight for her codename here cause. It fits. Trust me

Lovers! Now, how could I ever replace Ann as the Lovers? Easily. Like, it was quick. I chose Haru to be the Lovers here, stuck in an awful situation where she feels so trapped. Was this an excuse to push more Okujima into the world? Yes. Clearly. The codename Eros comes from Cupid, as Eros is like the Roman version I think?? Idk but yeah. Eros

Taking Yusuke's original place as the Emperor is Futaba. And before anyone asks I made Madarame lamer Bill Gates. Anyways Python comes from the coding language and because her original mask is like a frog and. Frogs make me think of snakes

Next up is the Priestess Arcana! Filling Makoto's role as group babysitter in this swap is Hifumi. "Scream she was supposed to be a phantom thief this isn't that cool" I knew that shut up. Anyways. Rook is a Shogi piece that's. Literally why I chose it

Okay and moving on to the Hermit! Originally it's Futaba but since she's busy not being socially anxious anymore I've put Ryuji in that spot. I also made him a twitch streamer. Compass? Why Compass you ask? Well first thought was Captain but then. Cap said Compass and I agreed cause then the other Thieves get to jokingly call him "Ass"

Moving right along with the Empress! It's Ann I just. Completely swapped her and Haru. Cause it works quite well actually, not gonna lie. And. Yeah Puma is just another cat you got me

Finally, it's Justice. Gama. It's Mishima I just put him there cause I hate him and I get to make him kick the bucket in this role. Also cause I thought it would be funny if the Phantom Thieves' greatest enemy was a video essay YouTuber

Anyways. I have many thoughts so do ask me for more I won't shut up about this (ask Cap I can't help it)

#yusuke kitagawa #arcana swap #makoto niijima #haru okumura #goro akechi #futaba sakura #hifumi togo #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki

[mistydeyes]

Hello!! Stumbled across your blog while binging Cod content. I absolutely love you writing. My favorite is the medical history of 141. I did an internship at a pharmacy for a few months and seeing drug names once again was pretty cool (ciprofloxacin is my fav but that's a conversation for another time lol). I really like how you inculcate pharmacology in your writing. This is my first time making a request since I'm fairy new to tumblr. I would like to request a pairing if that's fine. I'm 20, islander thus I have tan skin ,dark brown eyes and extremely long hair but it appears short since it's very curly lol. I am 5'3, wear glasses and on the curvier side but fairly muscular since I do my best to go to the gym daily. I'm have a blue belt in karate and love martial arts. I'm also very good at yoga and try practicing it everyday since it's relaxing and energizing for me. I have a dark academia, fairly unique and elegant style. I dress modestly and LOVE coats, trousers but I love dresses as well. I love designing my own clothes. I recently got a black ,mermaid cut floor-length dress with a leg slit and pearl sleeves (basically it looks like the dress it held up by a chain of pearls)stitched. MBTI- INTP Zodiac - Scorpio

I love reading, drawing and playing cards. I play cards nearly everyday-my favorite games include gin rummy, go fish and Uno. I like drawing surreal and horrific designs such as monsters and nightmarish things lol. Despite drawing terrifying things, I am IN LOVE with goofy and cute things. I have a collection of cute erasers and stationary shaped like tiny dinosaurs, fruits, vegetable and cacti. I am an avid reader. I will read anything that piques my interest. My house is filled with books. There's at least a book in each room. I generally enjoy fictional books. I also love cooking and baking. I LOVE spicy food. I am always trying new recipes and cooking techniques. I love trying new food that I see on menus despite not liking lots of stuff sometimes (I don't mind though. It's part of the experience :D). Whenever I'm at the hall, you call always find me in the bookstore or a lingerie story.(a bit nsfw but I adore lingerie ) I am adventurous and love extreme sports but I haven't had the opportunity to. I'd love to sky dive and bungee jump. So far, I've ziplines, ski, undersea walk and parasailed. I am introverted but once I warm up with someone, I never stop talking. I LOVE memes. I bombard my friends with them daily lol. I am told that I have a "don't mess with me aura" but once you know me I'm just a goofball. I LOVE mathematics, specially statistics and biology. I do math for fun. Currently taking a gap year but I aspire to be a STEM student . :) I LOVE nature . Although I'm solitary I'd love to share peaceful life in a nice cabin with a partner to have fun with and joke all the time. I'd love for my partner to be my bestfriend and support my antics. Thank you for reading the long description and I'd be soo grateful if I could get a pairing. Thank you soo much!! And I love your work!!Keep it up!! <3 (i'll try to attach pics of my art and goofy things)

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish (a/n we need to have a convo because my fave antibiotic has to be bactrim/sulfamethoxazole and trimethoprim! but thank you so much for reading my work :) also your art is amazing! I love all of the mediums you use)

How you met: You had vaguely known of the scotsman when you found out he was joining your group on vacation. You and your friends had planned a trip to New Zealand to accomplish a few bucket list items such as bungee jumping, zip lining, skydiving, and parasailing. It just happened that you and Johnny hit it off as you overlooked the Nevis River Valley and prepared for a once-in-a-lifetime jump. "Shite," he swore as you looked at him, "higher up than I thought." You laughed as your guide checked your rope and restraints. "That makes it even better," you said with a devilish smile as you looked at the frightened man. "I've jumped out of planes before but this is crazy," he exclaimed as you began to see your friends start to jump off with screams of adrenaline. "You can hold my hand," you offered as you stuck a hand out, "I've done this before and it's a great rush." He took your offer as the person to your left jumped. "Here we go," you yelled as you both walked off the platform and dove head first into the ravine. Your ears were immediately filled with his screams as you laughed and took in the gorgeous view. You smiled as you looked up at him and saw the hairs of his mohawk hand upside down. "Yer aff yer heid," he swore at you as the adrenaline began to wear off. "You think that now but you should see me when we go skydiving later," you joked and gave him a wink as he mentally prepared for the next extreme activity.

A peek into your relationship: Despite the distance, your boyfriend loved coming to your house. Whether it was a new book, a clothing project in the works, or the smell of spicy food from a new recipe, there was always something to entertain him. This time, he was having you do one of those drawing challenges were you practiced different illustrators styles. "Johnny hold still!" you giggled as he posed for your portrait. You lightly kicked him with your foot as you sat on opposite sides of the loveseat. "You done yet?" he kept asking as you shook your head and sketched out his face with pen. Eventually after what he said was "forever" you unveiled the finished paper. You could see his eyes travel from each one of the sketches until he set the paper down with an unreadable look. "What?" you questioned as you inched closer to him. "I love it but," he trailed off, obviously for the dramatic, "I don't know if I should be concerned that the Tim Burton and Junji Ito styles are horrifying good." You took a moment to laugh before pecking him on the cheek. "Just because I'm good a horror, doesn't mean anything," you replied and he took the opportunity to hold you in a hug on his lap. He kissed your forehead before replying. "You're a crazy one," he joked and you rolled your eyes. "Yeah but at least I'm yours, Mactavish. And don't talk about crazy when you're the one with a mohawk and no rock band in sight!"

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[kzscarcadeau]

03/9/24

technically an update from yesterday but it’s 1 am right now lmao

Worked on some pages

Fixed some older design sheets

i have made a decision that sets me back quite a bit but it will save me a significant amount of time in the long run so i feel less bad about it

i restarted. again. i was going back to look at some old pages and there were quite a few weird continuity errors (ex. line sizing, line colours, character placement etc) that i just couldn’t fix because i get rid of the file as i finish them to save space. there’s also a bigger reason i wanted to, which is a problem ive run into several times while working on this project:

colour. i am so incredibly bad at picking colours for non-painted artworks that it’s embarrassing 🥲 i just can’t do it!! and it takes me so long and procreates fill bucket just doesn’t work properly so i’m doing 2 things:

- switching the comic to black and white

- going back to my drawing tablet and using krita as the art program

the reason why i used my ipad for so long was because i wanted to be able to work on it wherever i went, but procreate has so many setbacks that has wasted so much time that the portability isn’t enough to justify using the program. i cannot go as loosely as id like to be with my linework in procreate as i can on pc and the fill bucket never working is such a big reason why i’ve struggled to work consistently on this project. these changes will eliminate a large majority of my problems when i’m making this comic so there’s very little chance i end up restarting again. my only problems would just be hating my old art but what can you do 🤷‍♀️

not really update related, just kinda yapping utc

i used to care a lot about getting this comic out and making hype earlier into the project. thats what all creators usually go through. trying to push things out while they’re relevant so it gets more reach. after working on this comic for almost 3 years, im doing this more for me than for anything else. it’s so incredibly self indulgent that it already caters to a rather small demographic, and im fine with that. that’s how i’ve always worked. i did whatever i wanted and if people didn’t like it, i didn’t care. they can go find other media they like.

i used to be worried about not getting this comic out when this ship was super popular. not to say that it isn’t still, but there was a prime time and i was trying to get there within that time period. obviously that didn’t happen but whatever 🤷‍♀️ i’m taking the time to make sure i like what im doing with this project. who knows when i’ll finish it. but i want to make sure i do. just to say that i did it. this story has evolved and grown alongside me and i can’t wait for a day where i can put it out into the world. i’m okay with the possibility of my friends being the only readers. as long as it exists someday and im happy with what ive accomplished, i’m okay with the time ill need to get there.

[tomiyeee]

how long does it take you to draw and colour? since you post everyday which is great for me :D any tips for colouring cause Im still tryna figure all that out

hmm welllll, i don't exactly time how long it takes to draw but my partner said that sometimes i'll be working on a piece when they go to sleep and i'll still be working on it when they wake up 7 hours later so...my guess is anywhere from 3-8 hours each depending on complexity? at least for the art that i normally post, most of which is relatively simple.

not entirely sure what kind of tips you were looking for, but i'll just throw out some of my thought processes and stuff i try to keep in mind whenever i color. i'm gonna try and keep these relatively to the point so i won't go into much detail on art terms n whatnot, BUT i am also pretty terrible at explaining things so if you need clarification on anything, feel free to ask!

(sorry it's so longggg, i got carried away. i am...very wordy when it comes to art lol)

i like to block in the colors during the sketching stage before i do the lineart, especially for pieces where i know i want to do something funky with the color palette. you can see this in a lot of my process shots. doing colors in the planning stage just gives me a lot more freedom to focus purely on the colors and shading and how they work with the composition, without having to worry about the minute details like making sure the colors are inside the lines.

in order to save time while coloring, i'll usually just select the negative space (after making sure all the lineart is closed) > expand selection by 1 pixel (to make sure the edges are hidden within the liineart) > invert selection > fill bucket, then use clipping layers above that to color individual areas.

layer modes are your friend! i use multiply, overlay, and glow dodge (this one may be specific to mangastudio?) in almost every one of my drawings, but it's definitely worth playing around with all of the modes just to familiarize yourself with them if you haven't already.

color is honestly SO subjective. i'm never a fan of color picking (from source material or my own refs or whatever) bc while it may have its uses when it comes to consistency, imo it's much more fun to make them up as i go. you get a lot more variety from piece to piece while also familiarizing yourself with the character's palette that way. usually i'll start by deciding on the overall mood/palette (cool/warm, de-saturated, neon, pastel, etc), filling in the background color, then picking the characters' colors based on that. like with this venti pic, i started with a purple background and based my colors around that purple so they all fit the specific look i was going for. i could maybe get a similar effect by starting with the normal colors and using filters, shading, layer modes, etc to get the funky colors, but it will be much harder/more work and doesn't get as drastic of an effect imo.

on that note, don't be afraid to use shades/colors that may seem odd! you'd be surprised how many times i've used gray in place of blue, orange, purple..basically any color. in the above example, you can see just how different the colors ended up being from the original. after i decide on my palette + bg color, i'll just throw down the color i think will work and then (bc that first guess is usually wrong and meant only as a ballpark estimate) see if it needs to be warmer or cooler/darker or lighter/more or less saturated/etc and adjust accordingly. it's like mixing paint or tuning an instrument! it takes a little bit of practice, but after a while you start to get the hang of what colors will look like in which color palettes. white is usually the easiest to start with bc it will always just be tinted whatever color your palette is (like how the "white" in the above example is just a light purple).

this and the next point are more about shading but i include it as part of the coloring process: the easiest way i've learned to do shading is to darken the entire image/character/part you want to shade (usually with a solid color multiply layer) then add in the lighting either by erasing parts of the multiply layer or by using a separate layer set to overlay or glow dodge (or a similar lightening layer mode). it works a lot better than drawing the shadows imo because it kind of mimics how light works in real life; things are dark by default until you let light in and it hits what it can while leaving the rest still dark.

if you want to blend shadows, i usually still use the above method, but just blur certain areas of it and when i'm deciding which parts to blur (bc i don't just do so indiscriminately) i'll mentally sort all of the shadows into 2 categories:

shadows created by light being blocked by an object: like putting your hand in front of a flashlight. these shadows will retain their sharp edge, but can transition into the 2nd category if they are far enough from the obstruction, like how your hand's shadow will become blurrier the further you move it from the flashlight. the more distance between a light source and the surface it's projecting onto, the more chances for the light to scatter = softer edges

shadows created by light "rolling" off the surface: like the shadows on a ball or rounded surface. these will get blurred and i usually like to put a little bit of color along the blurred edge (a different and usually brighter/more saturated color than the rest of the shadows) just to add some life to the shadows.

here's an annotated version of this mikey pic with just the shadows so it's a lot easier to see :) sorry im bad at annotating..

aaaand this post has probably gotten way longer than you were hoping for so i'll cut it off here 😭 hope this has been at least somewhat useful, and good luck with your art!

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[kmclaude]

How much do you want your own unique personality to come through in the art that you make? How much do you want people to separate your art from the artist?

Can anyone separate the art from the artist? And if so, when?

Take J. K. Rowling -- fucking cunt. Absolute shithead. Singlehandedly lit on fire all goodwill and went right to goose-stepping. Regardless of how intrinsically linked Harry Potter was to my childhood and adolescence (and to me creating online! Literally!) like...her as a human being actively championing destruction of trans rights not just sours the media for me, it makes it radioactive to me. It cannot be separated. She is shit and as such her art reeks of it.

...but then again she has literally stated that support of her art is support of her views (she's already made her money anyway) so is it her attitude? Would it be different if she was a shit human being who didn't actively link artistic support to moral support? Is attitude all that makes it separable? Would it be different if she didn't profit (and at this point again she's made her money -- it's about the same as if she were dead and not making money, you know? Drop in a bucket.) Would it be separable then? Would I be just as hard pressed to separate her the artist from her art if she were Joanne, just Joanne, self publishing and writing blog posts and making a wee side hustle?

(Would I be just as hard pressed to separate art and artist if her views and shitfuckery didn't directly impact me, a filthy little transsexual?)

Not to get all philosophical. I just tend to sometimes ask myself this. Hell, listening to Marilyn Manson's been kinda hard to do post the latest accusations -- yet I can listen to some of the earlier stuff that really just SLAPS -- and is it because besides Pale Emperor, most of the albums past Holywood bar some songs just don't do it for me? Is it because it's hard to reconcile the artist whose art meant a lot to a weirdo like me and who became the face of a witch hunt because of his art (which means a lot to an artist like me) WITH the person who allegedly was basically telling on himself with his art? Is it a sense of personal betrayal (its own bit of parasocial relationship) that causes the separation?

And of course this is all with the assumption of separating art from artist purely as a "this guy sucks ass but I like what they make, how do I cope" POV but obviously there is the general idea of Death of the Author which your question seems more geared on: how much of my corpse should influence, if at all, a reader's reading of my corpus?

So back to your question -- some of my art (think diary comics for example as they're autobiographical) you really could not separate from me the artist. You couldn't. It's impossible given the nature of autobiographical works. Who I am, who I was, what my intent is -- very much intertwined there. At the same time, there is the room and space to separate out the autobiographical art as a pinpoint in time for the artist from the artist as a living being, ever changing in spacetime.

Most of my work...you could, I think, separate art from the artist. I'd encourage it in the sense that like...it'd be foolish to read into many of my comics or illustrations and think they are 1:1 expressions of me, my feelings, my experiences, etc. I think of it like the speaker of a poem vs the poet -- this is like basic English Lit class concepts, right? The speaker is not the poet. The artist is not the character. It'd be actually dangerous (and stupid) to scour my works, my illustrations, my writing, and try to make assumptions on me; I also think it'd be rather punishing for all involved to desperately need a listing of my pedigree, my biography, the minutiae of my intent to be able to interpret my works. They can stand pretty OK on their own; their neck muscles are firm enough to hold their head upright.

But...at the same time... my person informs my work. My intent informs my work (whether I succeed or fail at what I intend is another matter.) The works did not form fully grown from the ether onto your computer screen. They came from a person, me, about whom you (general you -- you specifically Idal know a bit more about me by virtue of our friendship) know some tidbits of information I've given here and there. These things inform it all. Those bits of information may be relevant in your interpretation; they may not be.

That's all intent however. In terms of my personality coming through: I think all artists' personalities come through in a work. Something of it. Maybe it's the character they play -- but even that is telling. There are people who write my characters better than I, and with their writing they leave a part of their personality in the words; likewise, there are people who draw my characters better than I and leave part of themselves in the linework. Those works imbue a part of their creators in them, even if my work (with part of me in it) provided the dolls to play house.

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[ayzenly]

how to design [guide]

Well, it's kind of hard to explain how to design, there are a lot of things, techniques you kind of just learn on the way. But I will still kind of guide you through the process. If you're a complete beginner on designing or drawing in general, it can seem a bit intimidating at first. But I assure you, it's as easy as writing an essay. However it is time consuming, just like mastering any other hobby. I was lucky enough to kind of settle on a style within 1 year or so of on-and-off designing, it may take longer for some.  But with enough time and patience, I'm sure you'll get to where I am, if not, better!!! To motivate you, here's a comparison of two designs I've made after 1.5 ish years of progress. :)

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step 1: find your reference

Unless you're a creative mastermind, you will most likely need inspiration / a reference for your design. Most designers, including me, go to Pinterest to do so! my pinterest board can be found here This step is pretty ez, just find an outfit you want to recreate. However, if this is your first design, try to go for something easy and simple, to avoid overwhelming yourself with something complicated. I scrolled for a bit and found this design I would like to recreate!

This is optional, but I usually match my designs with a UGC item so it's easier to make outfits with! For the design above, I'm planning to match it with the UGC below:

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step 2: line art

It's kind of hard to guide you exactly since I don't know what you're designing, but a really important tip to keep in mind is just to not overthink the details. I tend to overthink on really small things that probably no one will notice and then get really anxious over it, and then it results on me taking wayy longer than I should, just keep it simple!!!! I've seen people sketch a base before they design, but I don't, ummmmmm, mainly because I'm lazy + my style is pretty simple so I don't think it's needed. Some other random tips:

1. Use a thin line art pen Pretty self explanatory, try using a pen that is about 1-1.5px thick. (I use 1.4px!) Thinner line art can allow more details to be added! I only recommend using a thicker pen if you're doing no shading, and just line art + base color. 

2. Keep it clean Not sure why, but people always do that weird "sketchy lines" with the choppy and broken strokes??? Please, no. Just keep your lines continuous, it ends up being messy and hard to color if you do make it choppy.

3. Use different opacities I normally don't straight up use the pen at 100%, I use it at about 70%, then from there, I'll adjust it depending on what I'm drawing! Something like below:

Those are like the most important tips I can think off the top of my brain, but I'll update this section if I remember to say something. Here's the line art of the example design:

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step 3: add a base color

Time to colorrrrrr, once again, I'll be giving some random tips!!!

1. Pls don't use the bucket tool It's obvious when someone uses a bucket tool and it makes the coloring look uneven, just spend an extra few minutes and color in manually.

2. Keep all your colors in separate layers This is especially important, but if you want to ever do recolors of an outfit, keep all your colors in separate layers. Ex, all of color A in one layer, all of color B in another layer. 3. Use patterns and textures Use patterns and textures it looks more fun. Use patterns like stripes, polka dot, plaid, gingham, etc. For textures, you can do things like knit and denim. 4. color palettes (for non-UGC designs) a. color theory

b.) Monochromatic palettes: I still do this at times, but it's important to incorporate the right amount of colors in your design! I use to only design with two colors (white and color A) and sure it works, buuuuut it ends up looking really bland and boring. Right now, I try to use about 2-3 hues (not including white)! An example when sprucing up a monochromatic palette:

c.) white: I try not to use pure white when making a design because it makes it harder to shade with something that has a color, so I use off-white! For example, if your design is made up of mostly blue, I would use a white that has a slight hue in blue. Examples to reference:

My design looks like this after coloring:

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step 4: shading

I'm going to make the bold assumption that this is the step most people get stuck on. Ngl, I love shading, it gets easier once you find a consistent style to stick to! I will be listing some do's and don'ts when shading!

1. DON'TS a. over blur: Keep the blurring minimal, I've seen a lot of beginner designers just rely heavily on the blur effect (gaussian blur) and simply put, it just makes your design look really messy. Examples of over-blurring (MY OLD DESIGNS):

b. weird highlights: I stopped doing highlights, simply because I don't see the need in it (unless you're doing realism ofc). My old designs always have weird, unnatural, sharp highlights in places that just don't make sense???

c. sharp edges: It just looks unnatural.

d. ???: I never done this, but the shading technique that looks like this:

e. oversaturated shading: Try to use shading colors that are less saturated than your base color. IT JUST LOOKS BETTER TRUST ME!!

2. DO'S a. motion blur: Motion blur is literally so good, especially when you're shading legwarmers or the boobs area!!!

b. don't be afraid to use darker colors to shade: I use to think that kawaii = light colors, and therefore restrict myself to using bright colors to shade. But using darker colors can help to form contrast and makes your designs pop more. c. liquify patterns: Liquify the patterns on your design, it makes it look more 3D.

Ok, now here's how my design looks after shading:

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step 5: uploading

Before actually uploading, I recommend to first upload your templates as decals so you can see how your clothing looks in game. Then once they are approved, you can go to roblox studio, load in a mannequin, and test your clothing!

After that, you can upload and you're done with your design! :D

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you made it to the end!! lmk if u have any questions, suggestions to making this tutorial better, etc.

credits: ayzen#1111 or @ayzenly​ on roblox contact me: ayzen#1111

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