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Tattoos III

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: He's teeny tiny like you

Sometimes, when Mumma is busy, Mami takes you out.

Last time, she took you to the park and you sat under a tree and she taught you how to sketch a leaf. It's important work and Mami is very good at drawing and you want to be good at drawing like her too.

Today though, after your drawing session in the park, Mami wants to get Bagheera a new toy so you head to the pet store to pick one out.

Mami lets you look at all the pets while she chooses a toy. You like doing that, standing on your very tippy toes to look at all the animals.

One in particular catches your eye.

It's on one of the lower shelves so you don't have to stretch too far.

It's a little thing. Teeny, tiny like you are.

It's got little legs and little toes and a little wet nose pressed up against the bars of his cage.

You stare at him, eyes wide in awe as he makes a little snuffling noise in greeting.

"Hi," You whisper," 'm Teeny."

He doesn't say anything back because he's an animal and animals can't talk but he does look you right in the eyes.

You back away from him slowly, not turning away until you bump into Mami. You tug on her hand and, automatically, she's passing over your pens and sketchpad.

You return to the little animal, sitting down in front of his cage.

You choose yellow because yellow is a happy colour and he makes you happy.

You scrawl a big yellow blob on your page.

He's got a very dark face and dark prickly things coming out of his body so you were make sure to draw those too.

You clumsily turn your page around to show the little creature.

"Tha's you," You say," Yellow 'cause you make me happy an' dark 'cause you've got dark on you."

He snuffles more at you and you giggle.

His little feet are very cute just like his little beady eyes and he doesn't move around at all. He stays where he is and just watches you.

"You ready to go, teeny?" Mami asks. She's got more than one cat toy under her arm even though she said you were getting only one for Bagheera.

You begrudgingly get up and shuffle closer to the little animal.

"Bye-Bye," You say.

When you turn back around to face Mami, she's frowning. She comes closer too, crouching so she can be at eye level with the little animal.

"That's a hedgehog," Mami says to you," Can you say that, teeny?"

"Hedge-hog," You sound out," Drew a picture." You show Mami your drawing. "Yellow 'cause he makes me happy."

"Oh, yeah?" Mami laughs," Why does he make you happy?"

"Teeny tiny like me!"

"Very teeny tiny!"

As you chatter on about how much you like him, Mami gets one of her weird thinking faces before she's hurrying you to the register and back to the car.

She puts Bagheera's new toys in the front and you wait for her to open your door to put you in your seat but she never does. She just swings you up onto her hip so she can move faster.

You go back to the pet store for some reason and Mami lets you scamper off to go see the teeny tiny hedgehog again while she talks to the man at the register.

There's a few more trips to the car where Mami carries some very big and heavy things. There's a very big cage that confuses you because Bagheera doesn't need a cage. You don't tell that to Mami though because she's Bagheera's Mami too and she knows what's best.

The car gets very full very quickly and Mami makes one last return to the pet store with you.

The man from the register has a little cardboard carry box waiting for you both. He smiles at you and pulls up two little bags.

"Do you want to choose one?" He asks and you look at Mami for guidance.

She nods and you hesitantly point to the sage green bag that has little hedgehogs sleeping so you can remind yourself of the teeny tiny hedgehog you met today.

"Thank you," Mami says as she picks up the little cardboard carry box.

She puts it in the front seat with her, buckling it in like it's a person before smiling at you.

"Ready to go home?"

"Gonna show Mumma my drawin'!"

It doesn't take long to get home. Mumma's typing away on her computer but she stops when she sees you, easily swinging you up into her lap as you babble about your drawing.

Mami comes and goes from the car, bringing everything she bought up and that catches Mumma's eye.

"Mapi," She says," What are you doing?"

"Er...Stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Ingrid," Mami says," Don't be mad."

Mumma stands, adjusting you so you're on her hip. "Mapi," She says," What. Have. You. Done."

"I'm teaching her responsibility!" Mami says," You'll see!"

"That doesn't answer my question."

Very gently, Mami sets the cardboard carrier on the kitchen table and opens it.

You gasp.

"Hedgehog!"

"Mapi!"

"She loves him!" Mami says," You didn't see them Ingrid! She loves him so much."

"Hello," You whisper so you don't scare him.

Mumma always tells you that you have to treat little animals carefully in case they get scared. You must always use gentle hands and a soft voice.

"Mapi are you crazy?! A hedgehog?! She's only little! Do you know how much effort this is going to be?"

"Ingrid, look at her!"

Somehow, with no one noticing, you're cradling the little hedgehog in your hands. He hasn't curled up like Ingrid thought he would. He's completely happy sitting in your tiny little palms as he sniffs at your skin.

She sighs. "You're responsible for him, Mapi. I mean it. You want to teach her responsibility then teach her. Food. Baths. Cleaning his cage. I mean it. You're in charge of him and you get Teeny to help you."

"I will!" Mapi insists," I promise! Don't take him away from her!"

"I have a heart, Mapi," Ingrid scoffs with an eye roll," He's perfect for her."

"Thank you!"

Mumma gently runs a hand through your hair. "Have you thought of a name, teeny? You're his mama now. You've got to choose a name."

"Er..."

He's teeny tiny like you but he can't be called Teeny because that's your name. It might get confusing. You think of someone else who is teeny, tiny.

"Pina!"

Mumma laughs. "He's a boy, teeny."

"Mr Pina!"

"I think," Mumma says," That's the perfect name."

#woso x reader #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon #ingrid engen x reader #ingrid engen #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

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skxllz · 6 months

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“ what're you doing...? ” carl murmured as he came up behind you, arms circling around your waist. his lips met your bare shoulder in a kiss - only to trail up, over the strap of your tank-top until a butterfly kiss brushed across the juncture of your neck and shoulder. his touch was like poetry, unwavery yet smooth as butter.

you smiled, continuing to rub your fingers over the glass of the window. it was raining out, but it was humid; the droplets that pelted against the window turning it foggy. “ drawin’, ” you hummed, eyes beaming in rather child-like manner. you found joy in the littlest of things.

a toothy grin graced the brunette's lips while he stared at you, taking in your joyous features. you were so pretty like that — lit up, eyes sparkly, pretty lips tugged up and bitten down on softly. he couldn't help but admire you. “ mm, ” carl inhaled, only to move his gaze to your finger, watching as you traced a heart into the glass. “ can I join? ”

“ mmm... sure ya’ can. ”

#carl gallagher x reader #carl gallagher imagine #carl gallagher #shameless imagine #shameless #shameless us

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indecisiveoverthinking · 4 months

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I like to think the player has a small picture of them and their child(ren) in their pocket and pull it out to keep them going after a battle or when they get to a new floor. I wonder how the mascots would react to them doing that or if it fell out during a battle that let them get a glimpse of it, the player looking so happy while holding their just as happy child(ren), before they hastily snatched it back up as if on instinct.

I had the same thought as well!

Banban

He already knew that the player is here for their child(ren), and it was no surprise when he saw them looking at a picture of them and their child(ren). Despite everything that had happened between the two, he tries his best to help.

He would offer the player words of encouragement, as well as to remind them that he'll help no matter what. He'd also mention the picture, and if possible, he'd like to take a look at it. No, he won't take it from them. He's a trustworthy mascot.

Nabnab

The spider mascot probably had no idea why they're here, but after accidentally spotting them looking at the picture, he probably felt their loneliness. As an attempt to comfort them, he just crawls over and gives them a pat on the shoulder.

He had seen people doing it before, so he thought it was the best way to comfort them. At least he tried.

Banbaleena

For Banbaleena, I'm sure that she probably overheard the player's conversation between Banban about their child(ren). She's quite surprised about it.

I think she'd comfort the player and give them the warmest hugs, as well as not to talk about the said picture. She was sure that they'd be uncomfortable if mentioned.

Also, she'd give Banban a punch because she thought that one of the best ways to comfort someone is to give them hugs and NOT to bring up a sensitive topic.

Queen Bouncelia

Although Queen Bouncelia just met the player not too long ago, she knew why they're here. And like Banbaleena, she won't bring up about the picture, knowing it's a sensitive topic. She has many questions, yes, but won't ask them.

The least she could do was to wish them luck in finding their child(ren) and to be safe. She'd be rooting for them.

Stinger Flynn

This jellyfish will bring up the picture. What do ya expect from him? He told them to leave while they still could, yet they didn't listen. And of course, he'd tell them it's their fault, should've leave and bla bla bla, all that. He will not sugarcoat the situation either. Accept the harsh truth.

But despite all that, he'd do small things to help the player ease their stress. Lost their key card? He would simply hand the said key card because he found it nearby. Sleeping? He'll drape a blanket over the player. Tired? Like the game, he makes them fall asleep(so they can have enough energy to survive the next floor).

Sheriff Toadster

When Toadster saw the player looking at the picture of them and their child(ren), it reminded him when he was thrown down to the 4th floor. They were both lonely.

He knew it was unhealthy to bottle emotions, so he did a rational thing anyone could've done. He hugs them. Even if the player fights back, he'd keep them in his embrace. He wants them to spill all their bottled up frustration and worry. He did it before and knew it would work. And before he even knew it, the player had stopped and hugged him back while crying.

Bittergiggle

I would think that he's the type to try and make the player feel better by doing something funny and entertaining. Like Banbaleena and Queen Bouncelia, he knew it was a sensitive topic, and it would make them uncomfortable if he ever mentioned about the picture.

He'd try his best to make the player happy, even if it's just a bit. He'll do funny tricks, like making his snake lip sync to his talking, or even do those magic tricks kids know. Sometimes, when he finds something, he hands it to the player. Like candy, instant noodles(most of them are likely to have expired), or things that reminded them of the player( a toy or probably a drawing he did).

Unfortunately, I didn't really have many ideas for the other characters in the game, I apologise for that. I'm not the best at explaining either, and I apologise for that as well :<

#art #self insert #garten of banban #garten of banban fanart #garten of banban x reader #banban fanart #nabnab #banbaleena #queen bouncelia #stinger flynn #sheriff toadster #bittergiggle

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southern-gothic-comic · 8 months

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Next 💜 Back 🖤 First

(Author Notes)

Panel 1: They observe a very impressive pumpkin being shown off by a proud halfling farmer of about the same height.

Laudna: You could make a lot of soup with that.

Imogen: Mm-hmm. Lotta soup.

Farmer: nice to see young folks appreciatin’ the good things in life

Panel 2: They look at some prize-winning horses.

Laudna: You should have entered your horse! I’m sure she would have won. Flora is far prettier than all of these ones.

Imogen: We did use to do that. Flora even got a second-place ribbon once. Nowadays we don’t really like drawin’ attention to ourselves, though.

Panel 3: They walk around arm in arm. A traveling katari “wizard” is juggling Dancing Lights. A “mind reader” supposedly from Ank’harel is impressing people, sparking indignation from Imogen.

Imogen: Oh, so it’s okay if he does it?

Laudna: I don’t think he’s even from Ank’harel.

“Mind Reader”: Ah, yes! The Three of Wands!

His Thoughts: small-town buffoons will believe anything

Small-Town Buffoon: well I’ll be

Panel 4: In the foreground, we see a child playing with a simple sillgoat marionette. Laudna seizes Imogen’s arm in delight.

Laudna: Imogen! That goat! I must have one!

Imogen: That li'l puppet? Bet we can find one around here . . .

Laudna: For Pâté! He can ride it into battle!

Imogen: All right, let’s go see if we can find Pâté a steed.

Panel 5: On the midway they find a section of games, including a “dragon race” with lizards which some children are eagerly observing and a Three Billy Goats Gruff-themed bottle knockdown game with the coveted goat puppets on display.

Oldest Child: Blue! Blue!

Middle Child: Green! Green!

Youngest Child: (looking at Laudna) A ghost??

Carnie: (nervously) . . . Try your luck, little lady?

#critical role #critical role fanart #critical role comic #imogen temult #laudna #southerngothic #imodna #imogen x laudna #comics #a long road home #mintywolf

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queenimmadolla · 2 years

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I can’t wait for more CYM and more Of Eddie with baby Wayne and Penny! 💖 which reminds me I think it would be really funny if Eddie got called in to the preschool for something Penny did like biting another child or something becuase they said something mean

i like the way you think! this takes place the day after Cookies ‘N Clean.

BABY’S GOT BITE - Fall of ‘91

(young parents!Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

more dad!eddie and penny adventures can be found on my masterlist

summary: . . . just a couple of hours after dropping your four year old off for her first day of preschool, you and Eddie are called back to pick her up.

a/n: once more, everyone lives in Hawkins because i said so. mistakes will be fixed later, i’m currently shadowbanned (pretty sure so hi if you see this) and one thing i can’t do is post on the website for some reason so sorry if the formatting is weird. 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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“Call Friend Bear, call Share Bear, call the whole squad of Care Bears because there is a lack of caring in this room. I don’t care, I really do not give a singular care. None. You wanna know why? ‘Cause they are art. They are a lifestyle. You are gonna watch Cheech & Chong and you are gonna love them.” Argyle ducked around Steve and made a dive for the VHS player.

“You always pick them for your turns on movie night, Argyle, please. I can recite the scripts by now!”

Eddie shook his head, lips curled into an amused smirk as he watched the two fight over what movie to play next. Most of the group had knocked out, not used to being awake that early anymore. He didn’t care what movie was playing, it was like nine in the morning, both you and Eddie had the day off since it was Penny’s first day at preschool and you knew the goodbye when dropping her off would drain you both emotionally.

Penny had cried the whole time, but refused to be anything but positive in her actions. She was tearing up as you both walked her in, fat tears had been rolling down her cheeks when you’d both smothered her with kisses, but it had been saying goodbye to her baby brother that really made her start sobbing. Wayne was barely a year old, but sensing his sister’s distress, was in anguish himself, lower lip wobbling as he cried and reached for her.

You’d wanted to comfort her but she hadn’t let you, she’d even been crying as her teacher lead her away all the while waving goodbye to her family as she disappeared from view.

All your friends—minus the kids, they had school, too—had also called in special favors to get them free for the morning, eager to be there for her first day as well. They hadn’t gone to the preschool with you, but they’d been there to say goodbye before you all left the apartment—Robin and Argyle had cried harder than Penny and Jonathan had been forced to comfort both because Steve was also trying not to get emotional—in the morning and they’d decided to stick around until she got home.

The living room was packed, but Eddie was grateful for everyone’s support and he was trying not to get too choked up about how much they all loved Penny.

You were curled into his side, on the recliner, tears smeared around your eyes as you snuggled into him for comfort. You’d been quiet ever since you got back home, he knew how guilty you were feeling because he felt the same sense of guilt. He wanted to pull Penny out of class so bad but he’d remind himself that all four of you needed to get used to it, she’d have to start going to school eventually.

Barely a few minutes into the trailers, the phone rang. You shifted to stand but Eddie nudged you further into the seat, pressing a kiss to your head as he slipped out from underneath you and grabbed the phone off the hook.

You didn’t even bother acting like you were paying attention to the tv screen, staring at Eddie as he mumbled into the receiver. You watched as he furrowed his brows and ended the conversation quickly.

“What’s wrong?” You asked the second he returned, drawing the attention of the others. Eden—closest to the tv—paused the movie.

“Something happened at the Preschool, they want us to go over.” You tossed the blanket you’d been under off of you as you stood up. Steve, Jonathan and Argyle jumped up too, and Eddie rolled his eyes as their chests’ puffed out.

“Calm down, Three Musketeers, they said it was an altercation with another kid and I’m hoping you’re above fighting a child.”

“Not like Steve would win.” Robin chirped from her place on the floor, holding a hand up to Eden who reached over and gave her an aggressive high five. Under normal circumstances, Eddie would have laughed, but he was worried about his baby and he could tell you were too, since you were already waiting near the door.

“Shut up!” Steve hissed, "I could take a kid!"

“Want us to watch Wayne for you?” Jonathan asked and Nancy nodded, scooting closer to the end of the couch where the baby monitor was placed.

“That’d be great. Hopefully, we won’t be too long.” Eddie grabbed his jacket and yanked his shoes on before you both hurried out the door.

Eddie had insisted on driving since he was pretty sure you’d break a couple of laws if a meant getting to Penny faster and you would have, so that worked out for the best.

He was practically running to keep up with you as you made your to the front office. They’d been expecting you, the same woman who had greeted you when you dropped Penny off lead you back to her classroom.

All the other kids were playing outside, but Penny’s teacher sat with her at a small table as she colored.

Eddie’s heart dropped when he took in her sad face, lips pulled down in misery.

When she heard the door open and looked up to see you and Eddie, she burst into tears, pushing her small plastic chair back from the table as she hopped down and ran towards the both of you.

You dropped down to a squat, letting her run right into your open arms. Her much smaller ones clung to you tightly as she sobbed and you picked her up, cradling the back of her head while you supported her bottom with the other arm.

You traded concerned looks with Eddie, and when it became clear Penny’s tears wouldn’t be stopping, you handed her over to Eddie so you could go talk to her teacher about what had happened to make Penny so upset.

Penny clung to Eddie just as tightly as she had to you. Deciding it’d be best to take her somewhere she could calm down, Eddie carried her out to the empty hallway.

He pressed kisses to her head, nuzzling his face into the curls that tickled against his face as his hand rubbed up and down her back. Eddie could feel the stutter of her breathing as she hiccuped. “Shhh…It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s got you, daddy’s right here. Mommy’s gonna go talk to your teacher and then we’re gonna go home okay? You wanna tell me what’s wrong, little bitty pretty one?”

His voice was gentle enough to sooth her, her crying morphing into just the hiccups. Tears were still falling from her pretty brown, doe eyes as she wiped her face and nose against the material of Eddie’s shirt.

“H-He—he-he pulled on my hair, daddy! And-And he said I look like uh-like uh a clown!” Eddie had expected her to start crying again, but Penny’s small hands curled into fists, bunching up his shirt.

He raised his eyebrows at the anger reflected on her face, it was one he’d seen pretty often as of late; specifically, when she was throwing her tantrums. Eddie never held those against her, aware she was throwing them because she couldn’t properly communicate or understand why she couldn’t drink any of the cleaning chemicals you had around the apartment—he still couldn’t figure out why she wanted to go for the stuff that could kill her so badly, did she actually want to give him a heart attack?—regardless of how trying it could be to his patience. Especially when the tantrums were because he’d told her ‘no’ or didn’t let her act like a brat.

It was obvious Penny had a negative interaction with a classmate, but she didn’t appear sad when she recanted it to him, just angry.

“A little boy pulled your hair?” Eddie asked, and Penny nodded, removing one arm from around his shoulders to rub at her hair. Eddie raised his hand on the arm he wasn’t using to hold Penny to rub at the spot on her head she’d been caressing, obviously still sore from her fight. “Is that why you’re crying, baby? Did he hurt you?”

“Yeah, but-but thas not why I’m cryin’, daddy. I dint cry when he pulled my hair, I used my words like you and mama tell me then-then after I also bit him really hard just so he know to don’t do it again and he cried and told teacher on me.”

Eddie knew he was telling the guys to be above fighting a child, but boy was this kid testing him, coming up to his baby, pulling on her hair and teasing her. Penny’s hair was curly but kind of all the same length, she very much so had the ‘Annie’ curly ‘fro goin on, it was absolutely adorable. People would constantly stop you two to tell you so when you took her out with you and Eddie couldn’t get enough of it. Penny loved it, too. She’d get all shy and hide her face in Eddie’s neck when given a compliment over it, but the second that person was gone, her pretty hair was all she would chat Eddie’s ear off about.

Still, you’d kill him if he let her bite another kid even though Eddie was positive she’d do it again, eventually. He’d been in that little boy’s position before they’d enrolled her in preschool. Granted he didn’t pull her hair or ever hurt her to be on the receiving end of her bites, no, he got to get those just for being her dad and dealing with those tantrums. He’d take being her gnawing post if that meant he got to be her dad though, it was a real privilege.

“You did the right thing by using your words, baby. But remember, we don’t bite people no matter how mad we get. It’s mean. And you’re not a mean girl,” He cooed, heart melting at the way she preened under the attention and he used his thumb to wipe away the last remaining traces of her tears. “You’re my little bitty pretty princess.” He leaned his head down to press his forehead to hers, grinning as she placed her little hand on the side of his face, caressing his cheek.

“I love you, daddy.” Eddie loved it when her tender side came out, usually right after she was done with her fits and apologetic. After you’d give her time to calm down—much better at dealing with her tantrums since they occurred more often with you because unlike Eddie, you had no problem saying no to her—she’d come find you, crawl into your lap, then tell you how much she loves you and say sorry while you cuddled her. Those were some of Eddie’s favorite moments to watch.

“I love you, too.” He moved his head just so he could press a kiss to her palm, not even concerned as to why it seemed to be sticky. He was used to gross stuff like that already.

Penny spent the rest of the time waiting for you telling Eddie all about the other kids she’d met who hadn’t been mean to her and he listened dutifully, wondering how she managed to seemingly remember the name of every single kid in her class but claimed to not remember household rules like how the toilet isn’t for throwing away toys she doesn’t like anymore or where she put her shoes when Eddie wasn’t watching her close enough.

Eventually you emerged from the classroom and immediately covered Penny in kisses but Eddie noticed how you didn’t try to take her from him and he bit back a smirk. You wouldn’t confess no matter how many times Eddie tried to get you to, but he knew Penny was getting too heavy for you; something you didn’t like to think about because you wanted to consider her a little baby forever.

“So what happened?” He asked once you got your fill. You played with Penny’s fingers, turning her palm over to look at the sticky substance on her palm that caught your attention. Jam.

“One of the boys pulled her hair during story time, the teacher said she went over to intervene but that Penny handled it really well and told him to stop.” You tried to hide your grin, because really this shouldn’t be funny, but your daughter cracked you up sometimes. “Then she got down on all fours and bit his leg.”

Eddie cleared his throat, trying his hardest to not laugh. It would only encourage Penny, she loved making people laugh and if she suspected biting peoples' legs was funny, especially to Eddie, she’d be nipping at her every ankle in sight. “Why was she so upset when we got here? She was crying but she told me it wasn’t because of the other kid.”

“When they mentioned we were coming for her, she started to miss us all over again so she got sad.” No way was Eddie gonna have an easy time doing this all over again tomorrow. No freaking way. His hold on Penny tightened ever so slightly. “The little boy’s mom already picked him up, but they said neither is in any real trouble, they just had to let us know it happened. We can take her home.” It didn’t sound like a suggestion, which Eddie was more than happy about.

He filled you in on the car ride home on exactly why Penny had done what she did and he was surprised you weren’t as miffed about it as he was, then you told him that usually happens to girls. The hair pulling and teasing part, not the biting part.

“It used to happen to me all the time,” You explained, “So, I’m not that surprised that it’s her first run in with something like that, especially from a boy. I don’t like it, but I’m not surprised. Besides, I can’t be mad at her. I used to bite people when I was little, too.”

“I knew it, you looked like a biter in all your kid pictures.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?”

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All eyes were on the three of you when you entered the apartment, Penny—who was back to normal and happy the whole ride home—started wiggling in Eddie’s hold when she saw half the group of her favorite people waiting for her.

“What happened?” Nancy demanded, turning away from watching Jonathan wipe the baby food off of Wayne’s face. It looked pointless to Eddie considering most of the baby food was on Jonathan.

You and Eddie exchanged smirks, already having predicated their reactions in the car.

“She bit a kid.”

They erupted into cheers, crowding around Penny when she ran to the living room, forcing herself onto Steve’s lap after Eddie put her down to hear all about it.

You watched in amusement, relaxing back into Eddie’s embrace as he slipped his arms around you from behind. He pressed a few wet kisses to the side of your neck, nipping once at your jaw.

“You know, if you still feel the need to bite someone, I’d be more than happy to be of service, Hannibal.”

“You’re not gonna let that go, are you?”

He just hummed into your neck, but you could tell by the smile you felt pressed into the skin there that no, he was so not gonna let that go.

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fanofthelamb · 25 days

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So I went dumpster diving in my tablet for the first lamb I ever drew and WOW... I found a lot of sketches I really don't plan on revisiting. I am jsut gonna dump them below the cut for people to see!! Some of it is lore related, some of it is shit I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING HATE, but IDC!!! I will post it anyway for the tumblr users who I keep an eye on my notifs for. (yes, i see you guys. even if i dont always interact I see you and love you guys)

Anyway, here is the earliest drawin I have of me drawing the lamb!! I am going to write a comment under a lot of these to add context to them.

A cute little baby <3333 but I struggled a LOT of figuring out what the lamb was wearing, I eventually figured it out though. (I hope)

if you know, you know. (RIP VAL)

for my BTG AU. I decided I no longer wanted chemach to make the [spoiler] for the lamb, though, so I scrapped this

vaaaal,,,,,, i was still learning how to draw him, i wish i put pants on him but do those even exist in COTL? (yes)

I haven't been able to do much with them because I'm putting other stuff first, but Brear has two kids, Notre and Brejul who Narinder absolutely ADORES. he is the one who babysits.

fun fact but the lamb being touch repulsed is a projection LOL. i hate it when people touch me it feels so tickly and makes me want to bite their faces off. (but i am touch starved and i LOVE to show affection to other ppl, esp thru back rubs)

yes, they have a hoop for personal space. no, ill never use it.

drum corcl,,,, i love the little dancing guy that comes from the drums

more narinder and brear. they're not romantically interested in each other, but he is absolutely head over heels for brear, their brother, and the kids. they even call him dad sometimes.

[no context]

kallamar and leshy before their crowns. the scene i have related to this isn't happening anymore, but it was leshy begging to be taught to swim.

another "the one who baby sits" doodle. the bishops all came into the cult with a very good repuation thanks to narinder. he likes to tell the kids of the cult stories about how amazing his siblings were. at first, it was just to nobre and brejul with stories about leshy(he missed leshy a lot even though he was still mad at him, and the two reminded narinder of his time with leshy), but then it escalated into him hosting storytimes with larger groups after they started repeating some of the stories he'd tell them.

unfinsihed stuff about with the lamb and thier mom. their mom wasn't afraid of the bishops at all, but knew that they were a still a threat to her and her child's life. the lamb did NOT care for anyone thier mom didn't approve of/enthusiastically liked. they were much more afraid of the bishops than their mother.

i do not actually know if i posted this.i dont think so, but i giggle every time i scroll past it

brear and nobre <333

im still workong on BTG shit, and i post a little bit of the characters on here even tho the comics are going to be posted elsewhere. they have a "crownlike" beak, but a body part. there's different creatures who became gods through different ways; crowns are one way but their power is stuck with the crown and they are considered extremely weak compared to other gods. i wont blabber on about it tho.

so many sketches has random lines through em because i work with a tablet,,, i hate it. anyway, narinder and kallamar everybody!

sketches i made but didn't bother to finish of me and merbre,,,,,,,,, my husband #1 <3 them w/ narinder + merbre arent gonna be considered "canon" but damn it ill self-ship with them until i get a follower i can WORK with

i come back to this every few weeks and im never happy with it, i dont know if ill finish this but i think about them........ before the divorce </3

unused from an ask

heartstealer. menace. you can rip my heart out anytime, leshy <3

dreshy. he LOVES dresses and being pretty and cute and pretty. he sucks narinder into a lot and heket will sometimes join in if he demands asks her to <3

another unused drawing from an ask i'll eventually answer. (mildly offended at being called a mutton cube.)

.... aaand WOW! I think that's everything guys!! things are still kinda wild but they're calming down a little bit. idk how much longer it's gonna last like this but I have some energy so I made a way-too-long post showing off art I wasn't supposed to post! Awesome. :D

#cw gore #cotl au stuff in here #23 pics under the cut btw #cotl #cotl fanart #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #the lamb #cotl narinder #cotl spoilers #cotl kallamar #cotl leshy #i dont think ill tag anymore #idek if i should've tagged this post at all #but well see how it plays out!!#THIS POST TOOK FOREVER TIME TO GO CLEAN

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hey spot, do you have any tips for drawing iterator faces- more specifically "snouted" faces (like five pebbles)?

this gotta be some kinda ploy to make me draw Pebs again augh...

not sure if i really have many tips from my actual process, i guess? i'm tryin to speed thru the process of drawin as much as i can so more nuanced things get lost in favor of a shorthand, but i suppose i can try muster some stuff up. one isn't a master of their craft if they can't explain it to a child, as they say

main idea i try to chase with Pebs (since for now he's the only Gen 3 design i have with the snout stuff) is the silhouette of the head, the boundaries? the same shape can be recycled for a different angle, though the body then has to be adjusted cuz it can look funky then

this is the quick process, at least. generally i'd slow down, polish some things, a drawing with a goal in mind usually takes a while longer because of the attempts at the best shapes n things that would communicate what i have in head, but it's also better defined because there is an actual specific idea in the head. "draw expression for sake of showing a head" vs "draw this character a little appalled with apprehensive hand against the chest and as if he can't stand something that's happening in front of him"

here's the latter idea Pebs with more time spent on him- slower brush strokes, eraser and Especially the select tool which was used specifically to move the eye n marks lower + make his head smaller. the select tool isn't cheating (since i know some throw a fuss about that), use it when something isn't entirely clickin freely

as always, when an artist's shorthand isn't working out for ya/you can't tune into the same process of slappin a vision on canvas, breaking a thing down to its basic shapes and working with those should do the trick

oh! another trick i used a few times. from the middle of the + on the base circle that helps direct the face, extend a line that would serve for some snout navigation in 3D

#spot says stuff #rw #its all fun n games with shorthand until you stop sketchin ur shit out properly n then shit becomes Unbearably Stiff #yeaaaa boy i am Fucked Up i have Horrible little habits #n as always when im asked for some sort of tutorial: gentle reminder that everyone has easier time with their own set of shapes #for me its going Sharp some might be prospering more with round things. dont copy what exactly i said here reach for the core of the idea-#-communicated and develop it in a way thats more helpful to you

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Hello, I saw requests were open. I wanted to see if you could write Arthur finding out he has a child/teen that he didn't know about, but now needs to help care for them. How he has to bond with them whether it be through interests like drawing or teaching them to hunt/self-defense.

A Pretty Dream

Characters: Arthur Morgan, Arthur’s daughter

Warnings/tags: dad!Arthur, fluff

Word count: 1,000

Notes: went with giving Arthur a daughter named Sarah (maybe around preteen age) who he bonds with through drawing

Arthur hadn’t expected to feel so nervous, he knew she would like the gift but he couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointing her.

He didn’t even believe Sarah was his when the telegram came through and she stepped off the train. His heart skipped a beat when he realized there was no mistaking it — those were his eyes.

It terrified him. Seeing a child with his eyes look up at him for guidance when he himself was lost. But he couldn’t abandon her, not when she needed him the most.

It took time to warm up to each other and Sarah was fiercely independent, never wanting to be told what to do or how to do it.

But with time she took interest in Arthur’s adventures, asking to come with on the outings that weren’t too dangerous. She loved watching him sketch his surroundings most of all, in awe of the drawings that he thought were simple scribbles.

So Arthur’s hand sat in his satchel, fingers gripping the journal and pencils he picked out for her, waiting for the right moment.

He watched lovingly as she flipped over rocks to look for critters and undiscovered treasures. A sense of adventure had been instilled in her during her time with Arthur and the others.

She loved dresses and flowers and all those other things that young girls were expected to, but she loved learning and exploring more. If she had to work for something or get dirty in the process? Even better. And God help anyone who told her she wasn’t allowed.

The natural world was her playground, the animals and trees and everything around them; her happiness. One day Arthur hoped to introduce her to Albert Mason so long as gators weren’t involved in that day’s photography.

“Hey sweet pea! C’mere for a bit.” Arthur patted the ground underneath the tree, motioning for her to sit beside him.

Timidly revealing the leather bound journal from his satchel, he slowly handed it to her. “I uh, wanted to give this to ya. I know ya been wantin’ to try drawin’ more so…”

Arthur watched her small hands grab the journal exuberantly as her face lit up, “are ya serious?!” She shot up to wrap her arms around his neck in a tight hug, “thank you!”

“Ain’t nothin’ honey.”

“Well you’re gonna teach me how to draw better right?”

“Do my best but uh, I never fancied myself as an artist.”

Arthur felt an elbow in his side as his daughter scoffed, “oh hush, y’are too. Now! What should I draw?”

“Well,” Arthur gestured broadly to the area in front of them, “see anything ya like?”

Holding the pencil up to her lips in thought, she pointed animatedly. “That rabbit under the tree over there! See it?!”

“Sure do,” Arthur drawled with a grin.

He watched as she nervously began sketching what she saw, “now relax — it don’t need to be perfect… jus’ try yer best.”

Arthur felt his affirmations were clumsy but he truly meant them, and it seemed as though the awkward anxieties of a parent and child who met later in life were finally fading.

He didn’t have all the answers and never would, but they felt like family now and he would do anything to protect her.

As the warm afternoon breeze cooled to evening, Arthur advised on which parts to shade, which lines to draw first, how to make things more realistic; anything he could think to teach.

She listened intently and applied everything he taught, and it felt good to be a teacher. Not a killer or a robber, just a man helping his kid.

The drawing was finished as the sun began to set, an indication that it was time to head back to camp.

Arthur helped Sarah up on the back of the horse, and wondered if it was time to find her her own.

Her expectant inquiry interrupted his thoughts however, “soooo is there anything we’re doin’ tomorrow?”

“Well I’m goin’ huntin’. Ain’t the nicest thing and it can be real boring but if yer inter—”

“Sure!” She exclaimed more enthusiastically than anticipated. “Then after maybe you and Aunt Sadie can teach me to shoot?!”

Arthur let out a soft chuckle, she did love spending time with Sadie and he would most certainly be fighting a losing battle (with both of them) to say no. “In good time kiddo. I do want ya to be able to take care of yerself but I don’t want ya to grow up too fast neither.”

“I’ll just practice with cans and bottles. I mean, you do want me to be able to defend myself right?”

Arthur sighed, he knew Sadie would say the same and maybe they were right. “Of course,” he stated with a tone, “but I can protect ya til then too ya know…”

Arthur could hear Sarah roll her eyes, “I know that, but it doesn’t hurt to know how to do these things. Even if some people think it ain’t ladylike.”

Arthur laughed to himself as he hurried the horse along, “yer right sweet pea, we’ll get to it. I promise.”

After arriving in camp, Arthur watched her run excitedly to Charles and the girls; showing off the drawing that she was rightfully proud of.

Arthur never thought he would get a second chance at fatherhood. He wasn’t sure at first if he even wanted it and most certainly felt he didn’t deserve it.

But there she was — reading to Jack at the campfire which he politely asked for after being shown the drawing.

Abigail flashed a kind smile from the seat beside them, no doubt thrilled that Jack had her to befriend.

It wasn’t lost on him that this life was dangerous and unfit for them, as much as he would always love the gang; he needed to love his daughter more.

And maybe one day Abigail’s little dream of turning John into a rancher would have room for Arthur and his girl to join them. It was a pretty dream.

#arthur morgan #dad!arthur morgan #arthur morgan fluff #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption #rdr2

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purgemarchlockdown · 8 months

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How Purge March Treats it's Fiction

(CWs: Child Abuse, Cults)

(Edit: Added a few details I forgot to include and expanded on a topic.) So I've talked a lot about the TV show that is Magic over here, and while I don't have as much to say about the fictional nature of Purge March compared to Magic, the way Purge March treats its fiction in Contrast to Magic's is really interesting so I would like to touch on it.

(Note: I am Not at all an expert in Dissociation or the Disorders relating to it. I try my best to research but I think it's important to mention since this post goes a bit more in-depth into it than my usual.)

Awareness

So, Magic as an MV is pretty aware overall of the fictional nature of its world. While Fiction and Reality blur together and bleed into each other in Magic, there is an acknowledgement of the Fiction in it. It's Depicted as a Show after all, we see Amane watching it. There's a sense of Awareness in Magic that these events aren't Reality.

The reason why I'm pointing this out is because Unlike Magic, Purge March does not really delineate between the two. Ironic since Purge March does spend a good portion of time in the real world.

However Purge March treats it's Fiction As a Reality. There just isn't an acknowledgement in Purge March that the Marching Band world of is fiction. The World of Purge March might as well be real.

And in some scenes we can see this lack of awareness in a very subtle way.

In Purge March we have the two shots with the cat over here.

There's a slight change in lighting in both scenes even though both look "cloudy" this is cause the scene on the left isn't actually rainy and the other is. You can tell also by the umbrella.

But again the lines between what is real and what isn't are more ambiguous in Purge March. If you want a breakdown on the cloud symbolism archivalofsins has a post over here and plan-3-mars has a post over here and I'd recommend you check both of them out.

We also have This Flyer.

Here's the translation by tsuwmya over here:

"◯◯ principle abide to the rules of ◯◯ make everyone happy!! together with your father and mother ◯◯ friends who break the promise"

It's incomplete since the flyer is covered that's not the only thing strange with it.

As tsuwmya noted:

the usage of kanjis instead of hiragana doesn't seem to be consistent. 母 (☒)、父 (☒)、原 (☑) kanjis are learnt on second grade 守 (☒)、幸 (☒)、決 (☒) are learnt on third grade 友 (☑) - second grade, 達 (☑) - fourth grade, 則 (☑) - fifth grade

We know Amane is most likely Starting Sixth Grade. The age range for sixth grade is 11-12. Amanes's birthday is on June 27 and she's 12 and school usually starts in April in Japan.

We also know Amane is good at Japanese.

Q1:

Q: Do you have any special skills? A: Nothing that I can call a talent. Perhaps studying. I do well in my Japanese class.

Meaning it makes a lot of sense for her to know these kanjis, and since it's most likely that the school year is Just Starting for her it makes sense there wouldn't be any sixth grade kanjis included here.

It's subtle but it does mean reality has been more subtly distorted in Purge March compared to the lines drawin in Magic.

Which makes sense considering how much Closer it is to reality compared to Magic.

Idealization

Purge March's Fiction is Very Far from the Happy Cheerful TV Show of Magic.

It's terrifying and cruel, you can't make any mistakes here or else you will be "purged."

This scene in particular also reflects this event in her actual life.

Amane is putting herself in the role of both the punished and the punisher. Which is unsurprising considering Amane, to some extent, does believe that these actions are designed to "help" her and notably downplays the amount of pain she's in both in Magic And in Purge March.

Magic also feels a lot more restrained emotionally than Purge March since Magic as a song is very consistent in tone and emotion (the emotion being Forced Happiness) while Purge March cycles through multiple intense emotions and has a lot of changes in how parts are sung.

If Magic was Amane Momose's Comfort TV show where she can make mistakes and be told she can be better. Purge March is the band that she is apart where everyone needs to perform perfectly in or else they will be horrifically punished.

It's still a Fictionalized version of that reality, but it is a lot closer to it than Magic was, making it easier for the lines to blur between them.

Separation (And the Lack of It)

So the clearest showcases of this blurring are at the end with these scenes.

The first one is self-explanatory, the real world turns into the Purge March one. Fiction is taking the place of Reality here.

This leads right into the second one! We're back in the real world but Amane is...well.

Now, I can't really say that the Purge March Amane has replaced the Real Amane. That isn't accurate in the slightest, Purge March Amane is A Part of Amane. This Amane is real, but the world she built around her isn't.

Still there is a level of dissociation present here. Unlike Magic which Very Clearly separates Amane from the fictional world of Magic.

Purge March's fiction bleeds into the real world.

Which makes a lot of sense with what we know about Amane, this is Amane's Most Cathartic Moment of Happiness but also a memory filled with fear and dread and anger.

Plus, we know Amane hasn't fully accepted this murder, even though she talks about how it was justified by god there's a level of denial when she talks about it still.

(Translation credit: onigiriico)

Amane: You are treating me as a child after all. Because I’m a child, you believe that I must have been brainwashed. It’s not like that. I, too— children, too, understand everything! Please don’t just decide that people must be unhappy. Es: … Amane: I’m happy that I was born to my parents! It was a bit difficult, and it could feel restrictive sometimes, but I’m really happy that I could grow up on such beautiful teachings! I want to live this way!

These are Bold-Faced Lies. Magic is sitting right there with it's idealized version of the world. We have 3 different timeline conversations and multiple minigrams that contradict this. Amane straight up called her parents unkind in the T1 VD. (Translation credit: onigiriico)

A: Okay! I’m kind, so I shall forgive you. That’s nice, isn’t it? If my parents were in my place, you would have been lectured for another hour.

We also have the Entirety of Purge March where Amane is talking about how her abusers should just die already and how her apologizes and cries never got through to them.

She even calls them Scum and Monsters in it!

The “It can’t be helped”, from the scum who can’t be helped

If you become a bad girl, monsters will come out This is the magic that stops that from happening

We know for a fact she's lying when she says this. It's the biggest lie she could have ever told, she literally Killed Her Mother.

But the reason why she committed murder in the first place is because she had a righteous excuse to. She had a reason she could use to hide the main reason why she committed the crime.

Yes she is upset at the hypocrisy of the situation and it is motivated to some extent by her cult beliefs but this crime is so clearly one coming from a place of deep unhappiness and anger.

However Amane is in such a stressful and traumatic situation, what else can she do other than lie and cling onto something that gives her stability?

She hates her parents, but she doesn't, this is something she did out of righteousness, this is something she did out of anger, this was decreed by god, this is something she did because she Wanted To.

Why...wouldn't Amane Momose portray this action through a version of herself that isn't the "real" version of herself? It separates her from the actual murder.

And something to note here is that Magic doesn't Show the murder. It's completely off screen in Magic, something happening outside of Amane's view.

Something that Didn't Happen.

#milgram #amane momose #cw child abuse #cw cults #008 #milgram amane #milgram meta #milgram analysis #This got a bit long...ah well

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