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bella-studio · 24 days

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◾It always turns out that in every new fandom I draw one or three arts or comics and no longer appear in this fandom with drawings, no matter how much I would like to draw something more (I have a lot of ideas). It's just that every time I'm very busy after that.

◾It turned out the same way with Hazbin Hotel. I made one comic, drawn pretty poorly (but still it got over 20K NOTES, which is CRAZY, guys, this is the largest number of notes I've received here), and there were no more art from me.

◾But slowly I was able to draw the main seven in my own style (also redesigning Husk that was in the previously mentioned comic).

◾I could have drawn something better, but in general I like it)))

◾A few words about each design under the cut :>

◾Charlie. I didn't change Charlie much, just added pointy ears and removed her bow tie (because half of the characters in this series wear bow ties: Charlie, Alastor, Husk, Angel, Pentius, Lucifer, Vox—)

Oh, I also made her underhair... Coral color? This color is present in her original design in the form of lines on her hair.

◾Vaggie. I changed the shape of her hair and bow, also added ears.

Made an eyepatch more noticeable, and made the cross on her eye in the form of hairpins (although they do not have a practical use in this design, but I did exactly that to explain why in the series itself this cross does not overlap even with Vaggie's hair. This cross is constantly in plain sight).

Also changed the color of the pupil to orangish-red. Yellow somehow didn't fit here...

◾Angel Dust. Didn't change much: I changed his pink spots a little bit (also added a heart-shaped spot on his cheek). In case of his clothes, I added some yellow in it to match his right eye and golden tooth. And removed a bow tie.

◾Husk. I changed Husk A LOT. I wanted to make him look a bit more like his Overlord-self. I changed some patterns on his fur and wings, gave him a shirt and tie instead of bowtie. And removed a hat.

◾Alastor. Alastor was the first Hazbin Hotel character that I drew. And I LOVE how I drew him. His curly hair and deer ears, AH— And I made his eyes yellow to make them stand out and match his teeth.

◾Niffty. She just has freckles instead of red cheeks now XD.

◾Sir Pentious. I added a couple of interesting details, like a gear brooch and the iron inserts in the hat. And made his pupils white. And I also wanted to make visible scales in some places, because, you know, snake, but I couldn't do it presentably, so I made freckles instead :'D (I don't really like his purple-light version)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel niffty #hazbin hotel sir pentious #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel redesign #kinda

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embie-the-buttercup · 1 year

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Random childhood crushes I had

Bernard from The Santa Clause

I think this one is pretty much self explanatory, we all had a crush on him.

Ian from What a Girl Wants

Still a pretty standard and normal crush. That hair was so cool when I was like 7.

Dapne from Sccoby-Doo

Who am I kidding, I still have a crush on Sarah Michelle Gellar, she's so pretty. Little me had confusing fellings about her in those short dresses.

Velma's friend from Scooby-Doo

This man doesn't even have a name but I was so gone for him. The hair, the eyes, the goatee, the shirt... I still love him. Somebody give a name to my boy. (And I'm still mad that they didn't let him have a kiss with Velma. I know she was supposed to be gay, but if you didn't make her gay, and made her have a crush on Seth Green in the second movie, she at least could've had this beauty of a man...)

Both Robin and Maria from The Secret of Moonacre

Such an underrated movie. I loved Maria, she was so sweet and pretty and my little heart could barely handle the scene where she wakes up with curly hair (I couldn't find a picture.) And let's be honest, everyone who watched this movie had a crush on Robin with his stupid little bowler hat and smudged eyeliner. (Oh so that's where my obsession with men in eyeliner came from...)

Simon from Nanny McPhee

I still have a crush on Thomas Brodie-Sangster. He was my first ever celebrity crush. There used to be a giant poster of Nanny McPhee in the hallway of my elementary school and I used to go to that part of the school just to look at him. I had no other business in that part, I took trips to see him. I still would, tbh.

Audrey from Atlantis: The Lost Empire

She's cool, she's badass, she's pretty, she's witty. I was whipped the moment she came on screen. I loved that she was a strong female character surrounded by men and she was treated as equal. Same goes for Helga (but she was evil so little me drew the line there) and Kida too (I don't know why but I preferred Audrey over her. Maybe because the scene where she's taken by the crystal freaked me out a kid.).

Vinny from Atlantis: The Lost Empire

He's the funniest of them all. There's nothing else neccessary for me to develop a crush.

Cinderella from Cinderell II: Dreams Come True

Let's be clear, Cinderella from the second movie. Not the original, not third with the time travelling AU. This Cinderella was sweet but independent, confident and determined. And she had a great wardrobe. I loved her so much.

Linda from Rio

Specifically this scene. The part where she drives the motorcycle also did things to me at 13 but I was done for when she put on this costume.

Fly from Help! I'm a Fish

Now, we're getting into weird territory. For those of you who haven't seen this movie, for most of the runtime he's a fish. And yet, I had such a big crush on him. He was a hot fish, okay?

Mr Tumnus from The Cronicles of Narnia

I might out myself as a furry now, but I don't even find James McAvoy that attractive without the faun make up. MAybe I had a crush on him because of his personality. Let's just say it was that.

Nico from Rio

I know, I know, he's a bird. But have you seen the part at the party when he says "Party in Ipanema, baby!"? That's hot, okay? I might or might not have written self insert fanfiction about him and myself (as bird of course)...

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bwobgames · 1 year

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12 Detective Beebo Fun facts

there´s probably more but here's some

When Beebo goes to open the doorknob, you can see his reflection 5 times. That's the amount of loops he will go through.

2. Also, those particular pictures were drawn in 2019. Including others that were not shown

Like this design of 2019 Beebo

The reason i never made another pixelated room is because I drew the furniture using a weird perspective, so I needed guiding lines, and it was a complete drag to do, so I never did it again. Probably won't do it for the game either, too tedious.

This one drawing of the first loop has Ángel separated from Vivi and Beebo through the framing of the window. Foreshadowing whooo

The original sprites used to be longer.

You can also see 2 other characters that were taken out, the doctor girl and the jacket guy. The jacket guy became a modified version of Coli, and the doctor girl just disappeared for the sin of being a borderline self insert. Lmao.

Also! Ángel was gonna have light grey hair, but after actually drawing it I didn't like it so it went to dark gray

Here's the tinified sprites

Heres some planning for the looks of the game from 2019. I like it honestly, its 2.5d, looks like a pop-up book. It just needs some work with the perspective.

7. The original design for beebo (silly triangle hat guy) was supposed to be a comedy character for a nonsensical game like jazzpunk. I even made a very bad 3d model for it.

That is also where "he has anime eyes" came from

I used to draw him all over my school notebooks just being silly, like going down the stairs head first.

8. There were many ideas on how things were gonna go. From vampires to weird magic systems to sci-fi. The thing that was gonna stay was the tíme loop, was would vary was the reason

A lot of the time, Beebo talks about his fear of big houses and feelings of being trapped. I'm actually surprised that aspect got so unnoticed in theory crafting

10. Nina's dress changes color in every post, thats because I never saved it, and just guessed it everytime I colored it.

Speaking of colors, Most of the colors used in this comic are from the same palette as Character Pattern, another one of my games.

Also speaking of colors, I planned all characters to have a very minimalistic color palette for the monochrome sprite work, this caused me to mistake Vivis dress as red and her jacket as white, when originally her dress was black and her jacket was red. whoops.

11. The constant references to the cold are not just for the fact that its, indeed, cold. Its also beacuse most of the time everyone dies with heavy blood loss, which makes someone feel very cold

12. The pictures for the spooky Haunted house explanation look pretty normal without the heavy editing

They required a lot of shadows to make it less incredibly bright

except for this one

this one just looked like that. spooky.

I also had a cool picture of a shadow (me) in the mirror of a dark bathroom, sadly it wasnt dark enough because you could very clearly see the toilet paper. It got erased.

#detective beebo #a show more because its kinda long #but its fun. fun facts

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tinybubblesyay · 1 year

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A story to be told 🎶

Arthur morgan x Papa Emeritus IV

Word count: 1,530

Summary: Terzo screwed up a summoning ritual, and decides to set Papa up on a date with the cowboy that was accidentally summoned.

Again, this was an assignment for English class that was originally 200-ish words. This is a shitpost taken too seriously. I might write h/cs for their relationship. Who knows. You asked for this.

Reblogs welcome and encouraged! I want as many people as possible to lay eyes on this.

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Papa Emeritus III had the task of summoning a new ghoul. Him and his ghouls gathered around the altar, drawing sigils with salt and chanting infernal incantations. A fog drew into the room, a green haze quickly taking over. An incredibly loud crack! And a bright flash of light took over the atmosphere of the room.

The fog dissipated, and revealed a ghoul! No- a cowboy? Sitting on the slab, surrounded by unmasked demons. The man screams.

After introducing himself to the man, Arthur, Terzo introduces him to the ghouls and apologizes for the inconvenience. Arthur, not pleased with the situation, says a few choice words and demands he be sent back home.

Terzo and his ghouls give each other a look. Arthur sighs.

~~~~~

Since Arthur was going to be stuck for a while, Terzo decided it would be a great idea to set Copia up on a blind date with the outlaw. He knew Copia had a thing for tall southern men. Maybe they would get along, considering how helpful Arthur had been at the ministry so far. Helping Primo with the heavier work in his garden, assisting siblings in the library with books on higher shelves, and even helping Terzo with note taking, since Terzo had notoriously bad handwriting, it proves that Arthur is kind at heart!

Of course, Copia had heard rumors of a man who was somehow summoned instead of a ghoul and he asked Terzo to explain. He Chose to tell him that the outlaw 'mysteriously' showed up in the chapel during a ritual with the ghouls. It definitely wasn't a mistake, no! The 1800s cowboy was supposed to be there!

Copia of course told Terzo to take care of him, and send him home as soon as possible.

~~~~~

(Copia's pov)

Copia made sure his papal paint looked pristine, he wanted this date to go well! No matter if it was terzo who set it up. After the incident with the mysterious summoned man, Copia wasn't too keen on trusting Terzo, but the mystery of the blind date was enticing enough. "He's exactly your type!" Terzo had told him. "Tall, rugged exterior, southern accent!"

Copia made his way down from his apartment to the abbey gardens, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. Terzo said he would be in the gazebo on the west side of the church, surrounded by rose bushes and weeping willow trees. On one of the warmer evenings in February, it would be the perfect setting.

He wore his gold embroidered vest, without the matching jacket. He hopes his date won't mind him wearing part of his stage outfit. Copia felt his robes were a bit much for a blind meet.

~~~~~

When copia came upon the gazebo he saw terzo arguing with a man in a black cowboy hat. Presumably his date. Terzo immediately broke the conversation to acknowledge Copia, but Copia was focused on the man in the chair. Terzo was right. He is his type.

~~~~~

(Arthur's pov, moments before.)

Terzo sat Arthur down at the gazebo bench. The underside of the roof was lined with off white stringed lights. The table was set beautifully. Red rose petals strewn over the black tablecloth, a red pillar candle in the center, and two plates set either side of it.

"So what's this all about?" Asked arthur "rose petals, 'fancy garden settin', this seems like it's more than just meeting this 'papa' feller yer introducing me to."

Arthur didn't like this. Not one bit.

~~~~~

In the heat of their arguing, both men almost failed to notice Copia approaching.

"----Ah! Mi fratello! How are you? This is the man I wanted you to meet! Arthur…?"

"Arthur Morgan."

Arthur wasn't sure what to think about the other man in skull makeup.

"Copia? Are you alright?" Prompted Terzo.

As if he were coming out of a trance, "Ah! Yes I'm alright Terzo, thank you for setting this up!" Copia stuttered.

Copia sat down in front of his date. If his paints were any thinner Arthur would be able to see how red his face was.

"No need to thank me," Terzo smiled. "I'll leave you two be. I'll be back with this evening's dinner."

Arthur was left alone with Copia. He had several questions to ask, but Copia spoke first.

"So, erm… how are you?"

"Besides being a hundred and twen'y years from home? Peachy."

"That's a long way, may I ask where you are from?"

"America."

"Where specifically though? Texas?" Copia questioned further.

"Uhm no, somewhere up north I think." Arthur supplied. He wasn't sure of the modern equivalent to where he's from. The U.S. had changed since 1899.

"You… you don't know?"

"Am I supposed to?" A pause. Arthur broke eye contact. He started to roll a rose petal between his thumb and index finger. "I ain't too familiar with all the states."

Copia was confused. "Wait. How exactly did you arrive at the ministry?"

Arthur shuddered at the memory. "I was… summoned? Well, tha's what I've been told. Did Terzo not tell you anythin' about me?"

Copia was appalled. He was going to have Terzo's head by the end of the night. "No?! You're the summoned man? I thought Terzo would have sent you home by now!"

"Hah! Me too, but apparen'ly it's easier said than done." Arthur said, bitterly.

"Easier said?! Satanas! non posso mai fidarmi di quello stronzo per fare il suo lavoro- oh forgive me. As Papa I should have oversaw your 'de-summoning' or better yet, done it myself."

"How long does it take?"

"To set up? A day, two at most. But, it's best to do a ritual like this on a red moon, and the next one is in…" Copia paused to think. He sighs, "3 months."

Arthur was exasperated. "3 months?!"

"I have arrived with dinner! Are we doing well tonight?" Terzo spoke, cheerfully.

The light from fairy lights above them, and the twilight of the sunset only made the deadly glare on Copia and Arthur's faces look sharper. Terzo set the covered bowl on the table awkwardly, and quickly left.

Copia lifted the lid, revealing a steaming bowl of rigatoni.

"Oh! My favorite! Rigatoni!"

Arthur was unsure of the dish before him. It didn't look familiar at all. "What is this…?" He asked

"Pasta! Have you not had any before?" Copia questioned. He spooned some rigatoni onto his plate, silently wishing that Terzo had brought out the parmesan.

"No, I like to stick t'a what I know."

"Try it then!" Copia encouraged. "It's wonderful! I promise!"

Arthur spooned some pasta onto his plate. The aroma was good, full of tomato and spices. Arthur grabbed his fork, and took a bite.

Fucking delicious.

~~~~~

Nearing the end of dinner, the sound of music broke through the air. A symphonic rendition of 'Life Eternal' came from the ghouls that gathered out on the walkway around the gazebo. Copia looked at Arthur and smiled.

"Would you care for a dance?" He asked.

"I ain't much of a dancer, Copia" Arthur spoke lowly.

"I didn't ask if you could, I asked if you'd like to."

"... Alright."

Copia and Arthur stood from their chairs. Arthur took Copias right hand, and placed his hand on Copias waist. Copia set his free hand on Arthur's shoulder, and looked up at him, his grin becoming wider as they swayed.

Copia didn't realize how tall the cowboy was when he was sitting down. He towered over him at his full height. Copia could feel the rumble in his chest when he spoke.

"What is it they're playin'? It sounds pretty."

"An instrumental of a song of mine. It's a… love song of sorts." Copia felt the back of his neck itch.

"Oh." Arthur broke eye contact and looked over at the band. The two of them swayed in silence. At a crescendo, Arthur let go of Copia's waist and spun him. Copia chuckled.

They started to turn as they swayed, picking their feet up and moving with the beat. Copia began to hum along, and the ghouls continued to play beautifully. The violin in their small orchestra came from a preset on Cumulus' keytar.

Her violin solo floated over the two of them. Arthur became enchanted by the shorter man. He spun him again, and subsequently drew more giggles from him. Arthur smiled at Copia's reaction.

The two of them drew closer, the both of them enjoying each other's presence. Copia squeezed Arthur's hand, and Arthur squeezed back, looking Copia in the eyes. He dipped Copia once the song came to a close.

Copia sang the last line of the song with the violin. The gazebo lights reflected in his eyes like stars, Arthur noticed. Arthur helped Copia stand upright.

"Thank you for the dance caro mio." Copia beamed, still holding Arthur's hand.

"Ts'a, it's nothin'. I… enjoyed it. It was fun" Arthur scratched the back of his neck. He looked bashful. "Wouldn't mind an evening like this again." Copia lit up, excited at the prospect.

The ghouls quietly cheered to themselves. Sodo gave a thumbs up to Terzo, who was watching from afar behind a bush. He pumped his fist in excitement, victory!

~~~~~

#Arthur morgan x Papa Emeritus IV #Arthur morgan x copia #Arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #papa copia #Papa Emeritus IV #shitghosting #papa terzo #papa Emeritus III #nameless ghouls #ghost the band #strangers to lovers #sorta #poorly translated Italian (ghost)#yes i drew art for this #no i don't regret it #need to practice my digital art skilz

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 2 years

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Full Moon Studios: Once bitten, twice stupid. (part one)

"So far, the human tests regarding our original client's request for 'living toons' have been unsuccessful, just like how the animal testing was also unsuccessful-" Thomas spoke into the tape recorder intended to be sent to his boss before pausing it to rant. "And of course they fucking are, what he wants started off as childish and impractical dove into becoming flat-out insane. It's one thing to want a machine that makes life-size MODELS of cartoons made out of ink, but real cartoons... Well, as of today, cartoons will just be something on TV for a long time." He took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and started recording again. "However, that's not to say that the project has been a complete bust. The tests have caused a lot of interesting effects on the subjects. Several of them have had increased appetites, pica, spontaneous allergies that somehow only last a week or two, mood swings, manic episodes, and most importantly: Enhanced strength, as well as adrenaline rushes that give off the illusion of superhuman strength. With further testing, a lot of tweaks made to the formula, and government approval, the Cold War will be over before we know it."

Satisfied, he clicked off the recorder and re-listened to it just to make sure his rant wasn't caught up in it. He'll admit he wasn't the most patient with Joey Drew, but in his defense, how could anyone possibly be patient with some idiot who didn't know the difference between magic and engineering? Part of him was just waiting for the OK from Murray so he could just pack up all his things and actually use his smarts and skills for something *other* than something that's doomed to fail from the start. But for now, he'll just keep his desk clear and do his stupid jobs.

Thomas cursed under his breath as one of the files from GENT fell on the floor and scattered, thankfully, none of the precious papers fell in the ink, (god forbid THAT happen..), but as he picked them up, he did a double take as he realized that he recognized a handful of the volunteers' names:

-Jack Fain.

-Johnny Heisenberg.

-Daniel Lewek.

"Joey you fucking idiot.." he cursed under his breath as he reread the familiar names hoping that he was wrong, but to no avail. "I knew that Joey suggested paying some employees something extra if they tested this stuff, but I didn't think the motherfucker would actually do it, especially to convince Buddy to try the dang stuff! That kid wasn't even a legal adult yet!" He huffed as he picked up the scattered papers. Sadly, he knew he couldn't do anything, they volunteered on their own after all. And it's not like they would believe him if he tried to warn them... He just hoped that the effects and side effects they went under wouldn't be too dangerous.

"Tommy! I have great news regarding our project!" Joey chirped as he entered the mechanic's office as well as earning a glare from him.

"How many times have I told you to stop calling me tha..." he trailed off as he saw Joey push *something* out of his line of sight.

"Wait for him to ask first." Joey stage-whispered to the gloved... creature and turned back to Thomas with a big grin. "So I've taken your advice into account regarding 'learning to tell the difference between engineering and magic' and honestly, it's worked out even better than I expected! Who knew that all along, all we needed was a little 'help'..."

"Joey... Who or.. what is behind you?!"

"Behold! The three first successful real, living toons!"

With a twirl of his cane, Joey gestured the three forward; The first one was a short, chubby alligator man with a familiar hat and waistcoat. The second was a man with piano keys for teeth. And the third was a tall, thin wolf man that looked identical to Boris (aside from a little extra fluff here and there). All three of them looked like they were pulled fresh out of the television screen and into reality... The trio's shared demeanor was anxious and unsure, not that Thomas could blame them if his hunch was right...

"...Jack, Johnny, and Buddy?"

The wolf nodded to confirm his guesses while Johnny eyed him suspiciously and Jack shook his head with disappointment as he saw the information on papers that were still out, prompting Thomas to sheepishly put them back in his files.

"As I'm sure you've guessed, the stuff you boys at GENT made as well as the machine was getting somewhere, but it needed an extra push... So Allison and I talked out something and found exactly what it was missing!"

"...So are the rest of the test subjects also..?"

"No, for some reason it only worked as intended on these three, so we might need to figure out what the missing link was... but isn't this incredible?! They're perfect in every way! we might need to add some new characters into the show so that the ink used for Jack and Johnny won't be wasted, and we might need to focus our testing on *just* the studio employees since that's the only thing these three have in common that I can pinpoint right now..."

"What about their families, what exactly will you tell them? what can you tell them? And what's keeping them quiet anyway? They haven't said a word this entire time..."

Buddy shuffled uncomfortably and rubbed his neck, Johnny 'yelled' at him but the sounds that came out of his mouth were the sounds of someone wildly slamming their fists against piano keys, and Jack snapped his jaws at him in an uncharacteristically aggressive manner.

"Oh, that's not intentional, they just came out mute. Jack doesn't have a family, Johnny legally doesn't exist in the US, and I'm sure I can tell Ms. Lewek that there's been some sort of accident.." Joey shook his head. "Anyway, we'll cross those other bridges when we get there. As for what we'll do with the toons in the meantime, I've been setting up something for them, and once Bendyland is set up and running, we'll be set for life! No, more than that, our legacies will live past generations for doing the impossible, Tommy!"

"Mr. Drew... This is..." Thomas couldn't find the words to describe this, it was insane, unethical, and he knew that if just one wrong thing happened, his involvement in this could be held up not just against him, but his entire race, especially given how many dirty looks he and Wally got after Pearl Harbor. But at the same time it was also incredible if he was being honest with himself. The impossible became possible in front of his very eyes! Hell, this could be exactly what he was after, the breakthrough that he needed even if it wasn't how he wanted it. "...This is really something."

"I'm glad you're on board with this, you and I are going to change the world!"

"Either way it ends, it sure will..."

Joey and Thomas smiled at each other, oblivious to the sour looks of their former fellow humans.

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It was a little after the sun had risen when Thomas was woken up by the phone ringing off the hook.

At first, his tired, sleep-deprived brain assumed his alarm clock was the culprit and felt it was best to punish the offending thief of sleep by throwing it against the wall. But as that didn't work, he grumbled and begrudgingly got up and hunted down the source of the offending loud noise. At first, he hung up the phone before he even answered it because who on earth had the nerve to call him on his day off before the sun even woke up? Nobody he was in the mood to talk to, that's for sure. But before he could even leave the room and go back to the sweet, soft and warm embrace of his bed, the phone rang yet again.

"Do you have any damn idea what time it is?!" he spat into the receiver.

"Five forty five in the morning."

"And are you aware that some people only get home around two in the morning?" he growled, still resenting that he had been awoken by this inconsiderate person on the other end.

"Yes, but Tommy, I have terrible news, the toon stuff wore off and it's not working again!"

"...What?"

"Jack, Johnny, and Buddy! They're human and they're not turning into toons again no matter how hard we try!"

As the grogginess cleared up, the events of last night made themselves apparent that they weren't a dream in spite of how absurd they were; that three of the studio's employees had turned into living, breathing cartoon characters.

"Okay, slow down, first off, I know it's not a problem caused on my side, I know what the machine's ink *without your addition to it* does to people, what about the magic stuff you used? Do you fully understand how it reacts to the ink? Did you test it on animals before human tests?"

"Well, no, but..."

"Then wait and hold it! And don't you dare try anything else on them!"

"Why not?! Do you have any suggestions?"

"Well, we're in uncharted territory now, so we'll have to be careful with what we do from here on out, and think before we act. Do you understand?"

"But-"

"No buts! Do you want this project to blow up in your face and... I don't know, leave you as a horrifying blob of ink and molten flesh that's fused with the other three? Or turn you some sort of twisted living caricature of your own mascot?"

"...No...?"

"Then stop fucking with the occult at sunrise and wait for Allison and I to get there so the three of us can figure it out together."

"So when can I expect you two here?"

"During working hours. In the mean time, if you really can't wait, you can read the files about the animal and human testing I've prepared so you can get a better grasp on what you're working with. They're on your desk and they're labeled: 'A+HT GENT'. Don't just skim through them, read them and reread them until you fully understand what you're dealing with."

"Okay, thanks Thomas, see you Monday then."

"Goodbye Joey.."

The GENT worker hung up the phone, closed the blinds in his room, and went back to bed, drifting back to his well deserved sleep...

#bendy and the ink machine #weretoon au #thomas connor #joey drew #jack fain #johnny batim #buddy lewek #fanfic

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hansama · 4 years

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Skeletober 04 - Mockery.

bonus 2 different suits cuz u know he owns stuff like that

#undertale #underfell #papyrus #underfell papyrus #mafiafell #mafiafell papyrus #mafia skelefam #undertober2020 #undertober #drawtober2020 #drawtober #oh to be a handsome skeleton man wearing a suit.... in the mafia....#originally the prompt was blood and i had him bloodied but u know what #he wouldn't sit around with blood on his clothes he'd wash them off #also i just... feel like Mocker/Sneering suits it more #originally i drew him with a hat and i even lined it i just didn't like how i drew him with it so i removed it uu #people who can draw hats and esp fedoras and it looks GOOD are amazing #anyway the 2nd ver. was a mistake actually #i just wanted to fix smth and i accidentally removed the left section of the colored and i was like #hey that ain't bad... ACTUALLY THAT'S /MORE/ THAN THAT IT'S RLY GOOD???#DAMN EDGE... U ROCK EVERY OUTFIT #also the red isn't colored in but his vest/tie/napkin(?) are all red but i didn't do it for the ~aesthetic~#but you BET he's wearing red stuff #Skeletober #Skeletober2020

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butterbeerandlemoncakes · 5 years

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With a tremendous effort Anthony made his acquiescence a twist of subject, and they drifted into an ancient question-and-answer game concerned with each other’s pasts, gradually warming as they discovered the age-old, immemorial resemblances in tastes and ideas. They said things that were more revealing than they intended--but each pretended to accept the other at face, or rather word, value.

The growth of intimacy is like that. First one gives off his best picture, the bright and finished product mended with bluff and falsehood and humor. Then more details are required and one paints a second portrait, and a third--before long the best lines cancel out--and the secret is exposed at last; the planes of the pictures have intermingled and given us away, and though we paint and paint we can no longer sell a picture. We must be satisfied with hoping that such fatuous accounts of ourselves as we make to our wives and children and business associates are accepted as true.

“It seems to me,” Anthony was saying earnestly, “that the position of a man with neither necessity nor ambition is unfortunate. Heaven knows it’d pathetic of me to be sorry for myself--yet, sometimes I envy Dick.”

Her silence was encouragement. It was as near as she ever came to an intentional lure.

“--And there used to be dignified occupations for a gentlemen who had leisure, things a little more constructive than filling up the landscape with smoke or juggling someone else’s money. There’s a science, of course: sometimes I wish I’d taken a good foundation, say at Boston Tech. But now, by golly, I’d have to sit down for two years and struggle through the fundamentals of physics and chemistry.”

She yawned. “I’ve told you I don’t know what anybody ought to do,” she said ungraciously, and at her indifference his rancor was born again.

“Aren’t you interested in anything except yourself?”

“Not much.”

He glared; his growing enjoyment in the conversation was ripped to shreds. She had been irritable and vindictive all day, and it seemed to him that for this moment he hated her hard selfishness. He stared morosely at the fire.

Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and hurt vanity dropped from him--as though his very moods were but the outer ripples of her own, as though emotion rose no longer in his breast unless she saw fit to pull an omnipotent controlling thread.

He moved closer and taking her hand pulled her ever so gently toward him until she lay half against his shoulder. She smiled up at him as he kissed her. “Gloria,” he whispered very softly. Again she made a magic, subtle and pervading as a split perfume, irresistible and sweet.

Afterward, neither the next day nor after many years, could he remember the important things of that afternoon. Had she been moved? In his arms had she spoken a little--or at all? What measure of enjoyment had she taken in his kisses? And had she at any time lost herself over so little?

Oh, for him there was no doubt. He had risen and passed the floor in sheer ecstasy. That such a girl should be; should poise curled in a corner of the couch like a swallow newly landed from a clean swift flight, watching him with inscrutable eyes. He would stop his pacing and, half shy each time at first, drop his arm around her and find her kiss.

She was fascinating, he told her. He had never met any one like her before. He besought her jauntily but earnestly to send him away; he didn’t want to fall in love. He wasn’t coming to see her any more--already she haunted too many of his ways.

What delicious romance! His true reaction was neither fear nor sorrow--only this deep delight in being with her that colored the banality of his words and made the mawkish seem sad and the posturing seem wise. He would come back--eternally. He should have known!

“This is all. It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful. But this wouldn’t do--and wouldn’t last.” As he spoke there was in his heart that tremulousness that we take for sincerity in ourselves.

Afterward he remembered one reply of hers to something he had asked her. He remembered it in this form--perhaps he had unconsciously arranged and polished it:

“A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.”

As always when he was with her she seemed to grow gradually older until at the end rumination too deep for words would be wintering in her eyes.

An hour passed, and the fire leaped up in little ecstasies as though its fading life was sweet. It was five now, and the clock over the mantel became articulate in sound. Then as if a brutish sensibility in him was reminded by those thin, tinny beats that the petals were falling from the flowered afternoon, Anthony pulled her quickly to her feet and held her helpless, without breath, in a kiss that was neither a game nor a tribute.

Her arms fell to her side. In an instant she was free. “Don’t!” she said quietly. “I don’t want that.”

She sat down on the far side of the lounge and gazed straight before her. A frown had gathered between her eyes. Anthony sank down beside her and closed his hand over hers. It was lifeless and unresponsive. “Why, Gloria!” He made motion as if to put his arm around her but she drew away.

“I don’t want that,” she repeated.

“I’m very sorry,” he said, a little impatiently, “I--I didn't know you made such find distinctions.”

She did not answer.

“Why don’t you kiss me, Gloria?”

“I don’t want to.” It seemed to him she had not moved for hours.

“A sudden change, isn't it?” Annoyance was growing in his voice.

“Is it?” She appeared uninterested. It was almost as though she were looking at some one else.

“Perhaps I’d better go.”

No reply. He rose and regarded her angrily, uncertainly. Again he sat down. “Gloria, Gloria, won’t you kiss me?”

“No.” Her lips, parting for the word, had just faintly stirred.

Again he got to his feet, this time with less decision, less confidence. “Then I’ll go.”

Silence.

“All right--I’ll go.”

He was aware of a certain irremediable lack of originality in his remarks. Indeed he felt that the whole atmosphere had grown oppressive. He wished she would speak, rail at him, cry out upon him, anything but this pervasive and chilling silence. He cursed himself for a weak fool; his clearest desire was to move her, to hurt her, to see her wince. Helplessly, involuntarily, he erred again.

“If you’re tired of kissing me I’d better go.”

He saw her lips curl slightly and his last dignity left him. She spoke, at length:

“I believe you’ve made that remark several times before.”

He looked about him immediately, saw his hat and coat on a chair--blundered into them, during an intolerable moment. Looking again at the couch he perceived that she had not turned, not even moved. With a shaken, immediately regretted “good-by” he went quickly from the room.

For a moment Gloria made no sound. Her lips were still curled; her glance was straight, proud, remote. Then her eyes blurred a little, and she murmured three words half aloud to the death-bound fire:

“Good-by, you ass!” she said.

--F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and the Damned

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