#basically done redoing my jacket

[rollypoliesonarock]

My friend gave me a bunch of pop tabs, so I did a thing with them

[cormorant-red]

I played 999 recently at @xivu-arath's recommendation, and I had so much fun that (inspired by that one polygon video) I illustrated my liveblog about it!

If you haven't played 999 and you are even a little bit intrigued by a puzzle/mystery visual novel with multiple timelines that all guide you towards wild plot twists...probably don't read the text! 999 is the kind of story that is best experienced with no knowledge besides the basic premise.

Transcript below the cut:

Cormorant: characters in this game really just say shit like "have you heard the story about the crystallization of glycerin?"

as a matter of fact i haven't, june, please enlighten me

Storm: "I know we're stuck in a freezer but. let's talk about weird mythical science!"

Cormorant: it's also killing me that junpei is dressed like marty mcfly and isn't sharing any of his jackets

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Cormorant: this game is leading me to arrive at mathematical concepts on my own. what the heck

Storm: kshgushhsg

I take it you're having a good time then

Cormorant: trying to check lotus's work and it turns out that no matter what group i arrange to take through a door, the people left behind will always have the same digital root

so to get through door 7 with snake missing, i could either send a group with sum 16 (junpei, ace, clover, and june) or with sum 25 (clover, june, seven, and lotus), but it doesn't matter because the remainder always have root 9 and can't get through doors 3 or 8! wild!

Storm: yeah the numbers and which doors end up barred to you is so cleverly deliberate

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Cormorant: i'm glad i finally checked what novel mode meant, because this is way more fun

Santa cocked his head to one side, like an inquisitive bird, and looked at them.

After several long moments, during which it became apparent that Santa had no idea what the cards meant, June took pity on him.

i'll have to go back and redo the beginning after i get to the first ending

Storm: oh yeah! as I recall that was done differently when it was originally a dual screen game... but it's much better when in novel style. gimme all the descriptions

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Cormorant: I had a long day of sitting though presentations and so I entertained myself by calculating digital roots

I discovered that adding 9 or any multiple of 9 to a number has no effect on the digital root, which is awfully interesting bc I got to the part where snake gets killed. Assuming door 3 was opened with 12 and not 21, the options are 7+3 (motive?), 6+4 (they’d both have to be REALLY good actors), or 9+1. And if bracelets work without a body attached, and if ace picked it up in door 5…

That would be a really useful tool to get around the 3-person minimum without altering the digital root

I’m also very intrigued by the theory that zero is also in the game but I don’t know what to do with that yet

Storm: forlornly having to keep myself from saying literally anything

Cormorant: Understandable, please don’t give me any hints! I’m just calling shots for the joy of being wrong

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Cormorant: and how do you know that, my traitorous friend?

Santa: “The RED doesn’t need a person, you know.”

Santa: “All I need is the bracelet.”

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Cormorant: y’know what i think he’s bluffing. he does need June specifically and that’s why he refused to consider leaving her when they first found door 9. if all he needed was a hostage, he could have grabbed junpei and forced ace to come along, and then he would be dealing with two people under duress instead of three

i peeked at a guide and apparently i found the ending adjacent to the true ending(?) first, oh well. time to see the others!

santa: i said i don't want to leave seven alone

me: bud you can't do a heroic sacrifice too, it'll mess up all the math

reader, he was not doing a heroic sacrifice

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Storm: got any character opinions or theories to share so far?

Cormorant: hmm I’ve got soft spots for santa and lotus maybe just because they were in the first group I went with. I like that the game makes a point of showing that lotus is quick with the math/technical knowledge. I warmed up to clover and seven more than I expected to! I have no evidence to mistrust ace….but I don’t trust him

Snake died before I before I could say two words to him

Or…didn’t. Forgot clover said he didn’t

I got info about the previous experiments from clover and I wonder if we’re like…reenacting the past somehow? Experiencing morphogenetic resonance with the last voyage?

Again no evidence i just wonder where the pseudoscience is going

Storm: santa was so my type as soon as I started playing that I just picked all rooms with him on my first run skugrhsghu

Cormorant: AHAHA that makes me feel better about going “yeahhh door 4 I like the cut of this guy’s jib”

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Cormorant: “the bracelet comes off when your heart rate reaches zero” interesting then that we’ve brought up cryostasis

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Cormorant: i simply don't trust him not to have a spare bracelet in his pocket!!!

They climbed into the elevator and Junpei listened to it creak and rattle its way to the bottom deck. Only Junpei, Ace, and Lotus were left.

As the elevator rumbled out of sight, Ace spoke.

Ace: “Lotus, would you be so kind as to go with me?”

Cormorant: “bad end” YEAH I’LL SAY

Storm: lkksghr yeah there's a few of those!

Cormorant: santa was really quick to declare that he, june, and seven needed to go with clover. waht's his game

june and ace could have done it just as easily

Storm: they could have! good catch

maybe he just thinks seven is cooler than ace,

Cormorant: i'm imagining clover taking all her grisly trophies to the door only to find it already engaged, because lotus needed no persuading,

and regarding the true ending requirements, it's also funny that santa's like "i hate this bookmark! get it out of my sight!" and this is a huge help in junpei befriending the girl who's otherwise about to snap

Storm: load bearing bookmark

Cormorant: good thing you threw that tantrum bud or you would have been killed with an axe

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Cormorant: in my suspicions i forgot a critical detail, which is that he didn't actually go into the door with the body this time

of course seven has been propping doors open, so it really could have been anybody

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Cormorant: "where have these 16 boys and girls disappeared to?" eight for each game and then an experimenter? again with the idea that zero might be in the game...

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Cormorant: bad endings complete! on to the normal ending, which hopefully has less of junpei getting stabbed to death

puzzling over who could have done all those murders, especially in the sub ending...or did everyone get killed? clover thinks that snake's death was faked. or did snake do all the murders, since he was the only one unaccounted for?...and then i remember what kind of game i'm playing. can't discount the ice mummy as a suspect.

Storm: you truly cannot ignore the possibility of the ice mummy

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Cormorant: ah no, so santa's sister was the kid that died...

i can't figure out the connection between events! why did the last games have the veneer of a science experiment, while this one has no context given? why was it all kids last time, and a random mix of ages this time, with some repeat subjects?

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Cormorant: called it!!!!

Junpei: “Ace, Guy X, and the 9th Man’s bracelet.”

Junpei: “That was all you needed to open door [3].”

Cormorant: called it before i even got to an ending ehehe

what i’ve been saying!!

Ace: “(9) is a potent ally in the Nonary Game.”

Ace: “Adding (9) to any set of numbers won’t alter the digital root.”

Ace: “As you can see, (9) is a very useful number here.”

Ace: “With it, one can go anywhere, with anyone.”

Ace: “It is, I suppose you could say, a game changer.”

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Cormorant: okay, normal ending finished! junpei did not get stabbed but we also didn’t resolve much…I’m now thinking that ace with his pocket drugs could have easily played dead in the sub ending

glad to see that snake is okay and hopefully can stay okay in the true ending. where did clover get that riddle, and will she still have it?

0=6. how much do I read into this

still don’t understand how we get from here to santa hostage situation. he’s been so consistent about not even considering betraying or abandoning people, so either he’s a better actor than ace…or it’s staged. are he and june in cahoots

Storm: augh so close now!! soon I can actually say things

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Cormorant: O FUCK

Seven: “Santa’s always in the room with her. That’s what you’re saying, isn’t it?”

Snake: “Yes, that’s right.”

Clover: “What about it…?”

Snake: “That’s quite simple, really.”

Snake: “You told me that the first time you came to this room…”

Snake: “…Santa was the first to refuse to leave June behind.”

Snake: “Now, doesn’t that beg the question “why?” Why would Santa do such a thing?”

Snake: “The answer is easy.”

Storm: B)

Cormorant: i've been thinking of them as a pair because it makes the math easier! if you've got 3 + 6 + 8, just cross out the ones that make 9 and don't even bother with the addition, your root is 8

Storm: B) B) B)

Cormorant: but god!! they are a pair, do not separate (or the jig is up)

Storm: they hid it soooo well

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Cormorant: was wondering when we would see the last cradle guy and oh duh, he was guy X

i did think it was odd that santa phrased it as "i need to leave two of you behind" rather than "i need three of you to come with me," but if he was responsible for everything (most things?), he knew that snake was there, and he was setting up a group that could follow him. excited to see where this is going!

[dreamy sigh] this game is so elegant. what a little puzzle box

Storm: yeah it is, it's just so wonderfully crafted. so little is wasted!

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Cormorant: oh boy [akane vision label]

"through the morphic fieldset we were resonant, and we were as one" i don't think i've mentioned it before but i'm constantly pleasantly surprised by the narration in this game. it's not flashy but it's evocative in a way that's really working for me

Storm: this is where the port falls short a bit of the original version... the ds really worked well with this aspect

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Cormorant: the number of times i thought "this will be totally wrong but i'll say it to storm anyway"

hello??? [arrow pointing back to the message “I wonder if we’re like…reenacting the past somehow? Experiencing morphogenetic resonance with the last voyage?”]

Storm: Y E A H

Cormorant: laser-guided spitballing

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Cormorant: man i said that 4+6 would have to be really good actors if they were the ones that opened door 3...and while they didn't kill snake, i sure underestimated our queen of the stage akane kurashiki

the baseline was NOT where i thought it was

Storm: no one does it like her

[iid-smile]

#03 ୨ৎ ⸝⸝ ahri ⋆

hi! thank you for ordering, and kaji too! (my fav <3) fear not! your request is not weird at all! it's actually really cute. i think for 20 you can tell i went a bit overboard... i have a lot to say, okay? as requested, everything is headcanons!

#01 🍰 | first kiss

it was definitely on accident

in general, i think kaji would kiss you to stop you from talking for various reasons, so this was just instinct.

he's actually a mess afterwards. he can't speak, his entire face flushed and wide eyes. it takes him a bit for him to realise what he's actually done

shoves his headphones on and runs away like his life depends on it. if youve seen chapter 59, something like that

yeah... you wont hear from him for a while. if you do, it's kusumi and enomoto asking if you've messed him up, because he refuses to talk to anyone afterwards

some time passes one of them has to literally drag him out so you can get some alone time together. there's clearly something going on between the two of you, and they support it

he stalls for a bit, not look at you, keeps his hands in his pockets but eventually offers to redo the first kiss

he makes it significantly shorter, all because now he's actually aware of what he's doing

#02 🍰 | first date

in theory, the double date in question was the first

idk where people go on double dates, except for restaurants because thats what i see most. to make it interesting, i'll go with a cinema (the next most basic idea) the other couple would somehow have two extra tickets, and since theyre on a date already, it would be weird to bring a friend instead of a significant other

the two of you will be waiting for your bestie to show up as long as you can. even if you tell him they wont show up

he wont bail out on you, because thats just rude, so he forces himself to go on this little date alone with you

pays for any snacks or drinks you want, but he doest get anything for himself

he's not paying attention to the movie at all, and cant bring himself to face anywhere where he can see you

he'll put his jacket over your legs without you even asking if you shiver just a tiny bit. if it's really cold outside, then he lets you wear his hoodie so you arent too cold when you walk (he doesnt walk you home because he's shy </3)

when he gets back into the safety of his bedroom, he seriously cannot stop thinking about it, and he wishes he could've done better to be more natural

asks kusumi for help because he's the next best person for advice. he's actually kicking his feet in bed while he waits for his replies.

#20 🍦 | love language

physical touch

his actions speak for him

either he tries to keep the most distance possible, or he can't keep his hands off you; no in between.

you need to give him the thumbs up a lot before he makes his move in early stages of the relationship

he's actually SO gentle when he tries to touch you, because he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you. it's like his hand is just hovering over you more than anything

makes sure your hair doesn't get stuck in his headphones when he puts them around your neck

once he's comfortable, he touches you in the most unnecessary ways. patting your cheeks, yanking your shoulder, making sure you're pinned to his side while walking... stuff like that. he's protective and it shows

you're a victim of having his hand on your head a lot. sometimes when you just face each other randomly and not say anything, he looks down at you and firmly pats your head, as if it's the most normal thing ever. kaji may not be the tallest, but he uses his height over you to his advantage

gift giving

but not in the way that you think

whenever he has to say goodbye to you, he always shoves his lollipop in your mouth because he "doesnt want to finish it"

at some point, you'd get the same headphones that he has he even gets you a little charm that reminds him of you, and there's a 99% chance it's a cat.

always lets you keeps his shirts and hoodies, but he still complains about it. still, he insists to the point where majority of his shirts are his, not ones you bought yourself

hoarding

i know this isnt one of the official five, but i needed to say this

kaji has every single lollipop stick, receipts from dates, and notes from you kept safe in a box somewhere under his bed. perhaps a particular stick that has a ribbon attached to it is one of his prized possessions, and he doesn't have the heart to even touch it, in fear of your hard work unraveling

as for receipts, he likes to keep them when he can. even for the smallest moments you spend together, like going to the convenience store, he reads through what you bought so he knows what to surprise you with next time (and he insists he made a guess) also just for memories, so he doesn't forget any

when he has every note that you gave to him, he takes it literally. ever since he met you, even just useless ones like asking for a pen, silly doodles, or complaining about someone, he keeps them. it makes him smile when he rereads them, and he loves admiring your handwriting

he will never admit that he does this to anyone unless you find the box yourself. he takes the secret to the grave.

event masterlist

[freshloveee]

party gone wrong

requested? yes! here

i actually hate this so sorry to this anon i'll probably make some edits later or just redo it as a whole

warnings: slight mention of alcohol, crying, panic attack, shit ending lmao

parties were never your thing. you hated the noise, the people, the crowded rooms, basically everything about it. now dating an influencer came along with many parties. you have been to an "influencer party" before and it wasn't that bad. you stuck with who you knew and everything was alright, but the one tonight was going to be huge. you were scared but you didn't dare to tell your boyfriend, matt. not that he would do anything bad, just because he would drop everything when he really wanted to go to this party. you were currently at your vanity doing your makeup. you're wearing a cropped black short sleeve with a varsity jacket on top and jeans. once you finished your makeup you took your hair out of it's black claw clip to reveal your natural hair. you ruffle it up a bit (please tell me yk what i mean) and matt walks into the room. you turn your head around to see him in jeans and a ransom tee with a skull and blue lettering. you smile at him admiring his presence.

"you look pretty." matt says, breaking the silence

"thank you, and you look handsome." you say with a slight blush and a wide smile

"thanks, well we're gonna get heading out soon just a heads up." matt says blushing due to your compliment

"alright, i'll be down in a minute."

after matt left you put on your shoes and apply some perfume. you sigh deeply knowing that this party won't be enjoyable but hey, its for matt. shortly after you walk downstairs and you head to the car. 15 minutes later you guys arrive at the party. you grab matt's hand and he gives it a light squeeze. 

it's been an hour and to be honest you're pretty proud of yourself. you haven't had that many moments where you were extremely uncomfortable. well safe to say you spoke too soon. before you knew it your clothes were too tight, the smell of the alcohol was nauseating, the music was giving you a headache, and your breaths started getting short.

"i'll be right back, i'm gonna go to the bathroom" you say as you put on your best fake smile

"okay!" nick says 

the second you step into the bathroom you start crying. it was all too much. you hug your knees to your chest and let your jeans soak up the tears. you tried to calm yourself down but nothing was working. you didn't know how much time you spent on the floor crying. 

at the party, outside of the bathroom

"is y/n alright?" nick questions

"i don't know she's been in there for a while. i'll go check on her" matt says wondering if you're okay

"i'll be right back, i'm gonna go check on my girl." matt informs the rest of the group.

he walks towards the bathroom hoping that you're alright. he knocks on the door.

"you alright, n/n?"

"n-no, just c-come in." you choke out

he opens the door to see you hyperventilating and crying.

"oh baby…" matt says

"i-i'm sorry" you say barely above a whisper

"no, no, no, none of this is your fault i should've noticed how uncomfortable you were." matt says as he wraps you into a bear hug

"can you take some deep breaths?" matt asks

"i-i'll try." you stammer out

"here let's do it together, in through your nose out through your mouth."

he rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings into your ears. 

"how about we go home and watch a movie?" matt suggests

you instantly nod your head nuzzling your head farther into his chest if that was even possible.

at home

you kick your shoes off and go upstairs to change matt soon following. he grabs your makeup wipes and walks towards you.

"what are you doing?" you question

"taking of your makeup? now close your eyes." matt says in a "duh" tone

you close your eyes as he gently rubs the wipe against your soft skin, scared to hurt you. he smiles as the way your nose scrunched up when the wipe hits a new spot on your face

"alrighty, i'm done." matt declares

you both get into bed. your head against his chest listening to his heartbeat. matt soon puts on a movie (wtv u want)

"i'm sorry i didn't realize sooner, baby." matt says quietly

"i promise it's okay, none of this is your fault." you assure

"i love you baby, more than you'll ever know." matt says with love in his voice

"i love you too."

30 minutes later you had fallen asleep, matt notices and turns down the volume down on the tv. 

"good night my love." matt says as he kisses your temple admiring the sight of his girlfriend

tags: @mangoposts @mattitties @freshloveforthefit @78yaz @lacysturniolo @gnxosblog @worldlxvlys

[poupeesdecirque]

WiP - Bookman Jr - Shirt

Shortly done after the pants. I had cut parts for the shirt and the pants at the same time as after all the conventions I attended my social batteries were quite empty I needed a lot of time to regain.

And weirdly sewing was one of the things I was able to do.

I decided to make this shirt different from Link's, you can say it's the same basic shirt but I used non stretch fabric this time and wanted to try if the collar looks better if added by machine.

As you can see I decided to add a closure in the back to remove the shirt when the head is attached.

Well... let's say the idea was good the execution not so much. As I ignored the fact the fabric is NOT strechty and his shoulders are wider than his hips and ... there was literally no way to put him into the shirt.

But I was not in the mood to redo the whole shirt. Instead I decided to just sew him into the shirt, it's a basic one and I don't think there will be much outfit changing for him going on.

And here we have the finished shirt with the pants. I think it came out nicely.

I hope the fabrics will arrive soon to start on his jacket and coat =)

[glassofspoiledmilk]

Going Gold | Yuri P.

Chapter 2 - queasy | TW language

I awoke to my alarm clock ringing. I tiredly turned it off and stood up.

I remembered I had training early in the morning, so I quickly put on my black athletic leggings and a black zip up jacket. I walked into the bathroom I shared with Yuri and quickly brushed my teeth. Afterwards I pulled my hair back and threw on some sneakers. I walked down the stairs to see Yuri in the kitchen on his phone. He was eating pancakes and looked extremely unhappy. He had his hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and had on his tiger t shirt with black leggings.

"So you finally decided to get up, jeez no wonder your always late to practice" he teased.

I fought the urge to snap back at him and grabbed a plate and put pancakes on it instead. They were surprisingly good. Yuri and I sat in silence on our phones until Lilia burst into the kitchen. "Why are neither of you done eating I said specifically to be in the ballet studio by 7:00 Am sharp and neither of you did so" she said angrily.

"What are you waiting for let's go" she added.

Yuri and I awkwardly stood up and followed her into the ballet studio. Neither of us dared to say a word in fear that Lilia might scream at us.

Once we got to the studio she had us do a pretty basic warm up. Afterwards it was like hell, if we so much as breathed the wrong way she'll yell at us and have us redo our dance. After that we had a break for a few hours until we had our skating session. I was laying down on my bed until I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in" i yelled.

to my surprise, Yuri opened the door.

"Hey I wanted to know if you wanted to go shopping with me after skating, I need new clothes and I don't know what matches" Yuri said sounding very annoyed.

"Why do I have to do it" i asked.

"Because I asked Lilia if I could go and buy new clothes and she said I had bad taste and to come ask you to go with me" he said getting even more annoyed.

"Ok fine I'll come with you" i replied, laughing a little.

"K thanks" he said, shutting the door.

Later I was called downstairs for the on ice training session. I grabbed my skates and headed for the the living room. I flew down the stairs and saw Yuri,Yakov, and Lilia standing at the door.

"Ready to leave?" Lilia asked me.

"Yup" I replied

"Let's go then" she added, opening the door.

We walked out of the house and into Lilia's very fancy car. I opened the side door and got into the back, Yuri sitting next to me. I put on my seatbelt and Lilia started driving. The ride was silent, as expected.

About 15 minutes later we arrived at the rink. I exited the car and walked through the glass doors of the ice rink. Yuri and I walked over to the benches and quickly laced up our skates. I walked over to the ice and put my guards on the ground next to the door. I skated out onto the ice where Yakov stood, and Yuri followed shortly after.

"I want both of you to run through the jumps in your program and once your warmed up we'll start running through the full thing" yakov said dismissing us to practice.

I went on the side opposing Yuri and immediately started practicing. The jumps in my program were a quad toe loop, triple toe loop, quad lutz, triple axel and a triple flip. I wish I could put more quads in but yakov said only two for right now. I started off with the quad toe loop and triple toe loop combination to get it out of the way. I fell a few times, but I soon started consistently landing it. Then I went onto the quad lutz, then the triple flip, and lastly I did my triple axel. After a good twenty minutes of jump practice yakov called us back to the center.

"It's time for you to perform your programs, and because your Grand Prix assignments will be announced soon I will be giving much harsher criticism" he said.

I wasn't really worried because I didn't think yakov could give any harsher criticism than he already does.

"Yuri your up first" yakov said.

"WHY DO I HAVE TO GO FIRST" he complained.

"BECAUSE I SAID SO NOW GO" yakov screamed.

I turned around and quickly skated off the ice hoping yakov wouldn't catch me as I tried to hold in my laughter. I took a deep breath and turned back towards the ice. Yakov was standing against the sides of the rink and Yuri was in his starting position. Yakov turned on the music, and I couldn't help but watch. He started skating, it was a lot different from the hot springs on ice event. I could tell he had been working on it a lot more. The way he moved to the music was so mesmerizing and graceful.

I looked away and my stomach started feeling weird so I sat down decided to tie my skates tighter. I took deep breaths to try and calm myself down but that wasn't working.

Not much later Yuri finished his program and yakov was talking to him about something. After his talk with yakov Yuri came off the ice and walked over to me. "Why is your face so red, are you ok?" Yuri asked with a confused look on his face.

My stomach starting feeling even more weird so I just said "yeah I'm fine..I just need to use the bathroom."

“I bet your just jealous because you know im better than you” he says.

I scowled at got up from my seat and ran into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and saw my face, bright red. I ran my face under cold water and finally calmed myself down. I walked out and told yakov I was ready. I skated out onto the ice and got into position.

I was about to kick Yuris ass.

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

Behind the Fics: Sukey as Suki

Disclaimer: First fic of the year. I wanted to wait until after Furrball and the Final Frontier's established to do this, but the story's backing has still yet to be fully developed, and this has been bugging me, so I thought I should get this done now.

I own both OCs used in this but not the characters they're modeled after, or names of authors mentioned/referenced.

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Here is yet another interview featuring Esme "Sukey" Gwenoldyn Langley Lane. To describe her appearance yet again, she is a tall, slender, light-brown-furred Saluki with dark red-colored hair with bangs, yellow/chocolate eyes, purple nose, dots on her cream-colored muzzle with a matching stripe down the middle of her face, dark red spots on her arms, cream-colored hands in a pattern to resemble those of fingerless gloves, a dark red fox-like tail, and legs that have the bottom half colored dark brown. Her wardrobe consisted of a pair of round, stoic glasses, a light teal neckerchief, a short-sleeved teal jacket with a hood, a pinstriped teal dress with various autographs inscribed on it, and high-heeled brown boots covering the lower half of her legs which are interestingly the same color.

Sukey: Hello once again. I am Esmeralda, or Esme, Gwendolyn Langley Lane. In productions I am involved in, I am referred to as 'Sukey', though spelled differently than the name of my canon counterpart/half-sister, Suki Lane with an I. Today, I'm discussing my involvement in fanmakes, which are basically fan tribute remakes of already-done films and television programs. Well, SHE is not involved in those like most toons are, because she's intolerant to just about anything, whereas I'm neutral to fan-typed redos with characters acting out as certain characters. So I go in her place, as myself in some fics and as her, as she refuses to sell out her unconfirmed sexuality or her belief in fan-redos. That didn't stop her from selling out her soul to Crystal Entertainment though. Here is a video of my usual makeup change session before any fanmake/fanfiction story where I am portraying her.

She got our her tablet, playing a video she selected and played it fullscreen. By the way, there's a projection/magnification feature on the phone.

In the video, we see Sukey in her booth about to sit in her seat, ready for her usual makeover for the story they were filming, where she is Suki. She sat back while the makeup artists when to work on her. They dyed her hair to an orangeish-brown, they spray-painted the stripe with animal-safe paint to cover it up and did the same with her arms and hands, covering up the spots and completely rendering her hands light brown, put big white contact lenses over her eyes to appear as if they were never yellow, carefully painted cream paint over her muzzle's dots, carefully painted her purple nose fully black, dyed her dark red tail light brown to match her fur color, and did the same with the bottom half of her legs. They then removed her neckerchief, while painting over a spot the neckerchief had covered to make it look plain, exchanged Sukey's coat and dress for an exact same short-sleeved teal coat (except smaller and without a hood) and turtle-neck teal dress that was plain, and when her feet's paint were dry, they placed the boots back on. When she was finished, she looked like the spitting image of Suki Lane.

Sukey: That's how it went for every fanmake or crossover project where I am her, because she's also not into crossovers just as every other critic. I also masquerade as her for every fan project, of which Illumination did not approve, where I'm romantically involved with a male smaller than me. Of course, I accept no other than my shapeshifting boyfriend.

There is a second part in the video with another CGI animal was getting his usual makeover for the project he was involved in. He had a small list of different forms, but he was currently in his koala form. He was a short blue-furred koala with bushy eyebrows, black beady eyes, light blue muzzle, black nose and little tufts of hair at the top. His current attire was a brown plaid suit, white shirt, black bowtie, big square glasses, and black pants. His name was Baxter Crescent (in his koala form).

When he was ready for his makeover for this kind of project, a whole curtain was pulled, covering the area, and we hear the sounds of clothes being removed, spray painting, incoherent chattering from the makeup crew, lightly blushing and a rubber mask being fitted. Once they were done, Baxter was fitted into a blue tuxedo, his body's fur was painted gray and wore a rubber Buster Moon mask over his head. He was now set to play Buster Moon in this project for the writer and director wanting to pair Buster and Suki. Of course, the actual ones aren't willing to be involved in such a project, so that's why these two are taking their place. Oh, and in case you're wondering, Baxter had his glasses removed with contact lenses hidden within the blue Buster eyes covering his beady black eyes.

Baxter/Buster: Okay, hun, let's excerise our voices to make sure they work right.

He cleared his throat.

Baxter/Buster: (in Matthew McConnaughey's voice) That's what I love about these Redshore girls. The older I get, they stay adorable.

Sukey/Suki: (in Chelsea Peretti's voice) Wow, no wonder women try to avoid you.

The video was paused.

Sukey: You see, we currently don't truly know what gender the characters we sub for are into or their love-interests, but for the sake of those who like them together, which is a small list, we are willing to fill in. We are currently under contract with the following directors/writers.

She scrolls on her tablet to show a list of directors/writers they are hired to portray the two characters in, and the list said as follows:

"*TFJ *S.N.S. 24 *MysteryWriter2187 *Uncle Sam the Man *Ahdoss *TheDragonSaver *BeetleSpooks *PC Clicker *Arctica Kennedy *Fanartist54"

Sukey: Also, the real Moon and a majority of the Sing cast may be more than willing to participate in fanmakes of already-existing stuff, but the original Suki isn't, as she is like her actress, Chelsea Peretti, not approving of redos or crossovers. Businesswomen and critics like her don't go with the flow, as they're too uptight and their souls are owned by the companies they work at. Whereas I'm flexible, neutral to redos, and understand that fans just do tribute fics for the same enjoyment they had when they were young. Well, that's all the time I have today. I'll be sure to see you next time, talking about other fan projects and behind-the-scenes info with us toons. Good night, folks, and go have fun with your families.

End

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Well, at least I got that meta subject off my chest, and my conscience is slightly cleaner with some meta subject implying the loophole to any fan including Illumination's seemingly haughty critic dog in roles in fanmade redos of films and programs, as well as the loophole to how Suki can be the love-interest to Sing's main character in them without disrupting the masses' wishes and the company's wishes.

I hope that one day I'll get to a story that goes into details about her boyfriend, impersonating Buster, and his shapeshifting.

If you're wondering what Esme aka Sukey's voice would be, it's Elizabeth Banks or Neve Campbell, while Baxter's is Elijah Wood.

If you feel like there's some things I should fix, such as grammar details, please let me know and I'll try to fix it.

[mcrcosplay]

Stuff I was gonna add to the Ichigo post but didn't. Blog time woooooooo.

Next year is going to be very showa era centric for me I think. I've still got ZX and Amazon in the pipeline. OG Rider 1 and 2 are gonna get some love. I still have vul eagle but I need to redo alot on that before I wear it. Honestly I might redo the chest on To Q Ichigo too just so it looks better. Also I've been buying peps for stuff I don't want full 3D printed helmets for just yet and uhhhhhhh. I am doing my first ultra very soon apparently! I was hoping to do Jack but I didn't buy the suit for it while it was still up so uhhhh. I got one of those print suits for cheap. The Tiga ones always look good so I figured it was worth a shot for under 20$. So the original Ultra it is!!! Which is exciting, I'm always happy to give showa era heroes love after all. I'd do Seven too if there were printsuits but, nope. Just his son and I'm not cool enough to do Zero. Sourcing suits for Ultras that live up to my minds eye is hard, so naturally going the cheapest possible option is the only way I'm getting my foot in the door for that. Will I upgrade to a printed helmet once I get more space for helmets? Yeah probably. My big thing going into next year is to wear what I can from the backlog, focus more on rider cosplay, and do what I can to stick to my modular cosplay goals. Hibiki, Agito, ZX and Amazon are my big focus for right now. BUT; and I never said as much on any socials, my goal of one ranger from every 90's sentai is also going pretty well. I have the bare bone basics ready for Red Hawk, already did tiger ranger, did shishi and ryuuranger. And for Kakuranger I'm working on ninja black. But I uh, am also realistically doing Red too for that. Besides thatttttt. Mega Silver is in the pipeline. Which is to say, Stick sold me old helmets again so I have ninja black, mega silver, time green, and gosei red coming. Ontop of a kit of ninja red he bjorked I need to pay him for still. For the Kakurangers I'm doing the suits by hand, silver I'm buying a cheap pre-done zentai of now that I have the option for that. Might do the same for gosei red just because stretch fabric is a pain. Time Green I'm just doing fosshape for the chest on and calling it a day on the metalic green I already have. Filling out the rest of the 90s will be hard depending how I actually feel about the ohrangers (probably doing green). Carranger is probably gonna be blue, and I'll figure out gingaman when I get there. I passed on a gingablue helmet because I'd want the same nylon I already use for my reds, and that's more then I'm willing to put in right now. As for non tokusatsu stuff it's just. Stuff I also needed contacts for. Little bit of spidey ideas. Short jacket star lord, or just long jacket again. Probably both honestly. And I've had MK Reptile in the closet for like two years. That's gonna be my summer default if it's friggin 90 all season long again. Anything else will be determined by halfbaked desires and spirit halloween clearance. Lion Maru if I can get a good base going for it. Some indy video game stuff maybe. More obscure literal who japanese super hero stuff if I can muster it. We shall see~.

[littlewalken]

may 16

Did some art farting yesterday, when you're just messing around trying new to you mediums and seeing if an idea(s) will work it might as well be called art farting because you're beginning with the idea that you aren't planning to produce anything but are willing ot be surprised.

The Liquitex iridescent graphite paint is thin (color wise) with particles floating in it. Like the Derwent charcoal or that good idea bad execution Australian water color graphite paint if you ever tried it out.

I'm seeing something that with a bit of practice and farting around I'll be able to get some results. But it's still not inky and juicy like the water soluble graphite pencils and crayons I use.

I've earned the right to say I know what I'm doing with the stuff and too many of the water soluble graphite works I see on the web look "dirty" if you know what I mean and it's like they forget the water half of the medium and/or don't have experience with watercolors. It's a medium where you do ask someone if they even lift because that's how I do half the highlights.

More adulting today, just a consultation to basically hear when I get one if not both of the previous root canals redone. Then next week a deep cleaning which I haven't had in forever because I really don't like the sensation but i have to get it done to get my cap(s) which will be interesting to see how things go if the redo isn't for a few more weeks after.

Nothing will get me to go regularly, too much trauma baggage from the past.

Hopefully we'll pass a place to get some cleaner shrimp.

I am pondering getting a tablet of acrylic paper but I am also reminding myself I have plenty of watercolor and mixed media paper which should do just fine.

Should tomorrow awake without a headache, or much of one, I am going to see if the projector will work on that Grease 2 picture and the big ass paper. Gridding will not work, aside from the fact I haven't done a grid since before the brain injury because I wanted to learn freehand and stop all that erasing shit I've tried and I just get lost in the wrinkles on the sleeve of his jacket.

No matter how good a tracing/projection is if you don't have the art skills the final product will always crap out. And I have no intentions of selling this, it's for a piece for my wall at home.

*Bad news I get to have two root canal retreats...

[knockyasocksoff2022]

INTERVIEW: (a little questionnaire I did as part of this project)

How is printmaking similar or different from other kinds of art?

It is similar because it involves drawing. You have to be precise and purposeful when placing prints. It reminded me of when I drew a Picasso drawing upside-down (in a drawing on the right side of the brain class), having to think of just the shapes and about how I'd do each line so it would look good reversed on the paper and then carved away. There was layering and sculpting with the carver like with clay.

Describe the design of your print. How did you combine shape with pattern and texture?

My print is something from my favourite anime. I made the kanji the central feature of the print on purpose. I thought they'd be fun to draw and carve and I thought ink would portray the inked calligraphy style very well. I think it did in the end because no one's handwriting is perfect the imperfections only make it look more realistic.

What was the drawing/carving challenge with your selection? What carving tools did you use to make your print? What types of marks did they help you achieve?

The drawing was a challenge. I knew I had to make it so the kanji would read correctly when reversed, but first, I had to find a way to draw it. I don't speak and can't read any Japanese, so I knew I'd have to trace. I used my fleece jacket over my head and my computer to create a space dark enough in the studio to trace from my computer. (It would have been funnier to turn the lights out on everyone, but I'm too nice for that 👉🏽👈🏽 and there are big windows. Stupid sun! J.K., ILY❤️) I think I must have looked funny.

After tracing the basic shapes, I sketched it out further with a sharp pencil to get the "drawn" effect and make it look more like a swooping brush stroke than a precise pencil tracing. But I had to redo it because I traced the characters in reverse not realising it would be enough to do them normally, then "reverse" them onto my linoleum block. 

So for that, I simply went to the window, turned the paper over and retraced the kanji onto the black side so they were the right orientation for me to trace onto the block. It made my project take a lot more time than I wanted, which put me a bit behind. That is why I decided to add the red detailing by hand.

For me, the carving wasn't about creating a texture so much as a means to an end. I didn't want any strokes to show, just remove the linoleum from certain parts, but the lines around the characters did help define them.

What colours did you choose for your print? Why? What effect do your colour choices have on how someone might interpret your art? 

I chose dark green and black. Originally, I planned to add red to that, but it was taking longer than I wanted, and the lines will be easily enough done by hand after I've met the two-colour minimum requirement. 

I chose these colours to match the design I'm following. To be honest, I hadn't thought at all what other people might think. The colours are kind of dark, maybe people will think it's something deep and meaningful lol. I suppose Ideals are meaningful, but it is an anime prop after all, so, not a statement piece.

Describe the importance of registration in a multi-layered print.

Registration is important if you want your design to come through clearly. It keeps the art looking neat and polished. I think you could certainly use the "messiness" as a sort of texture, maybe to make something look "trippy" but for me, cleanliness was important. (Kunikida is a very neat character.) The placement of the characters did give me some breathing room because it was supposed to look hand-done, but because I had black underneath most of them, I needed to be sure the green covered all of it.

Registration is why I switched to using a smaller brayer (originally I was using a really long one to cover the whole thing easily) and started inking only the kanji so that I wouldn't have to worry as much about registration and covering the black underneath.

What do you like about your print?

I love how it looks like it was actually done with ink and brush. Also, drawing the kanji was a fun challenge. I was so sad when I had to carve them off! (T-T)

How did you improve during the process? What could make your prints better? Are they all identical or not? (i.e. If you could go back in time, what would you do differently?)

I definitely got more efficient as I learnt how much ink to use and how often to clean the block and add fresh ink. Also as I said above I found "short-cut" techniques for registration.

I did accidentally carve a bit into the "frame" and one of the characters, so next time I'd be even more careful about that (mostly, I was busy trying not to IMPALE myself). The character was fixable, but the frame was not. It's small but noticeable. In hindsight, I would definitely start by inking only the kanji, so I could avoid having to cover the black which would also help to disguise any non-sever alignment mishaps (the kind I had).

The prints are not identical, sadly. None of the alignment was too horrid, but one or two are noticeably off with the black under-ink still clearly visible around the edges. I need a better way to line up the paper with the inked block, some sort of wooden jig or frame maybe. If I did this again I would probably build one from plywood.

Describe a moment during the printmaking unit when you felt like everything clicked and this process started to make sense.

It definitely clicked late in the first stage of inking (ahh, why couldn't it have been sooner!?) when I had the idea to stop inking the whole thing and only the kanji. But everything did get clearer after I saw the first finished one with the green. I'm still happy with how they turned out as a collective, even though some are imperfect.

IDEALS Notebook Reductive Linoleum Print (Part 1)

STAGE ONE: I sketched the design into the block, including red binding and the characters for IDEALS (Risō). They're backwards so that when I place the block on the paper they read correctly.

[chipper-pessimist]

Cosplay Update!

I apologize that it took me so long to post an update on my The Girl from the Other Side / とつくにの少女 cosplay!

At this point, I have finished sewing Sensei’s vest and cravat; the mask is mostly done (I just need to style the feather trim I used); and I am about half-way through sewing the jacket?  I also have made the base for his tail, but it needs to finish drying before I can cover it in black suede.  I’m waiting to try this cosplay on until I’m closer to finishing (in part because I’m incredibly apprehensive about how it will look -- especially given the fact that I am 5′4″/162 cm tall and not lanky...).

The locket was also a fun challenge -- I don’t think I’ve had to put so much detail in so small of an illustration!  I had originally hoped to more closely emulate Nagabe’s drawing style, but the more details I added, the more of my own style came through.  Hopefully it still captures the spirit.  

If anyone is curious about how I made the mask, you can find more WIP pictures and explanations under the cut.

After using tinfoil, plaster wrap, and questionable life choices to make a basic mold of my head, I sculpted the main shape of the mask with Model Magic and used it as a foundation over which I laid plaster wrap.  I ended up merging Nagabe’s design with some reference pictures I found of sheep skulls and ended up with this:

Once that had dried, I cut out holes for the eyes and sculpted horns and ears out of Model Magic -- I thought that it would be light enough to keep this mask wearable, but strong enough to maintain its structural integrity (although I added armature wire into the longer horns for greater stability).  The large horns were originally textured by imprinting them with a bamboo sushi rolling mat.

Once the horns and ears had fully dried, I glued them to the mask with Elmer’s Craft Glue and used plaster wrap to more securely tie them in.  I also added eyelids, and did a quick test to make sure the mesh “follow-me” eyes fit:

After everything had ostensibly dried, I covered the plaster with papier-mâché to smooth out the surface and to strengthen the mask.

It’s at this point, as the papier-mâché on the inside of the mask was drying, that I realized the large horns weren’t strong enough.  Both of them started to break near the base; I originally tried fixing them with toothpicks and glue, but that was not enough.  I ended up coating both of them in papier-mâché clay (a mix of paper pulp, drywall joint compound, and flour), which meant that I needed to redo the texture on them -- this time by adding details to the clay with a butter knife.  Even after this dried, one of the horns continued to break.  I eventually had to wrap the bottom third of each horn in plaster wrap, then papier-mâché over them entirely...which meant I had to retexture them again by adding small rolled-up pieces of plaster wrap.

After much frustration, the mask was finally ready to paint.  The original black acrylic paint I used was too glossy, so I recoated it with a matte acrylic...which was too light and dull, so I added a layer of matte Modge Podge.  To add more texture to the horns, I used an undercoat of grey paint, then used a fan brush to roughly go over it in black, letting some of the original grey shine through in streaks.

Finally, it was time to add the finishing touches!  I attached black suede to the backs of the ears, glued in the buckram mesh eyes, and chose to use feather trim to make the hair/floof/whatever you want to call it.  I used a little more Model Magic to make supports onto which I glued the feather trim -- without it, the feathers lay too flat and weren’t floofy enough.

I ended up using E6000 to attach the trim -- since the feathers were sewn into polyester ribbon, I wasn’t sure if it would adhere to craft glue.

The last steps in making the mask were to smooth out where the trim and suede were attached -- I covered visible lines with papier-mâché, then painted and sealed it once it had dried.  I still wasn’t happy with how stark the hairline was, so I glued individual feathers to the top of the mask to soften it.

All that’s left now is to style the feathers.

[a-supernatural-writer]

Doing Their Makeup

Poly Lost Boys, Michael and Star x Gender neutral reader

Basically came up with these while I was messaging @aliypop​ . Thank you for somehow getting me to a place where I wanted to write an imagine about the lost boys, Michael and Star’s partner wanting to do their makeup. XD This is everyone x reader. 

Also this is kind of my head-canon that Michael and Star became one happy family with David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko. But Max still died cause I don’t think anyone likes him. 

Warnings?: swearing? Cursing? 

Masterlist

The second you told your partners that you wanted to do their makeup, each and everyone one of them were down with the idea, but at all different degrees of being okay with it. 

Paul was the first one to practically bounce his way over to you. He already needed your help with doing his simple eyeliner on a daily basis so you paying attention to his face for more than a few minutes made him a very happy camper. 

Paul LOVES it. I mean it. Give him the whole glam rock look! Glitter? Yes! Winged eyeliner? Yes! Bitch, make him look like a disco ball and he will be very happy. He loves glitter more than any of them and will directly ask you to use as much as you wanted. 

When doing his makeup, he always smiles, loving that your attention was solely on him. Though you have to scold him not to smile because the crinkle in his eyes will totally mess up whatever eyeshadow or eyeliner look you're trying to accomplish. He complies… for about two minutes. 

This boy will have you straddling him as you work, his hands on your hips, rubbing little circles into your skin softly. He practically becomes putty in your hands as you gently touch his face. He finds it absolutely adorable that you're being so delicate with him. 

When you're done, he shows it off to everyone around the cave. His babe of a partner went all out and he will brag that his makeup is going to be better than everyone else's once you are done. 

Second would be Marko. Seeing how good you were with Paul, he was excited to see what kind of look you would give him. He wasn’t too much into glitter like his fellow blonde but he was okay if you wanted to use it. Makeup to him was an artistic form of expression so he became your canvas on which to paint on. 

Seeing you figure what colors you wanted to give him and what tools you wanted to use would make him smile with how serious you were taking this task. He would ask you as you worked what your ideas were and you thought looked best on him. 

Your bodies would be close, not sitting in his lap close, but your legs would be locked together as you sat on your makeshift bed. His hands fiddling with whatever piece of clothing he could get his hands on. It was very hard not to touch you and he wanted you to fulfill your wish for the night. 

By the end of it, Marko’s makeup look would have half of the amount of glitter that Paul had. It would be very colorful, almost reflecting the multiple colors of his jacket. Marko was a little easier compared to the others because of those colors, you had more options to work with. 

Marko reacted like Paul, showing it off to everyone. Soon him and Paul compared their looks and pointed out what they liked about them. 

Dwayne was third. He wasn’t overly into it, but he loves seeing you happy and if doing his makeup was going to put a smile on your face, then he was happy to do it. He did have a few things to say though, he was okay with a little glitter but nowhere near Paul's and heck, maybe even half of what you did to Marko. Also, no colors that were too bright. 

From that, you only choose a few warm hues, some reds, oranges and a tiny bit of yellow. Even some earthy tones to complement his tanned skin. In a way you connected it with the jaguar on his leather jacket. 

Dwayne would have his hands placed on your thighs as you worked, saying only a few words here and there, asking simple questions if he was curious about something. If anything he was the calmest one of the bunch, not really interrupting your process. 

In a way it was nice. While you worked, you didn’t really talk, too focused on the task at hand and he thought it was cute when you would bite your lip in concentration. The silence that sometimes hung between you two was sweet, like you both were in your own little world. Minus the fact that Paul and Marko were just outside your makeshift area in the cave making noise. 

When Dwayne was done, he placed a small kiss on your lips and walked out. He didn’t really show off to the others but he couldn’t help but smirk when Paul and Marko grew silent at his new look. 

David was the fourth and probably the one that wasn’t overly crazy about it. If he was going to have glitter, it was going to be tasteful and very little of it. Dark colors only, and if you want to stick on gems, guess what, they better be little and it's gotta be sexy. Make him a sexy princely creature of the night and you are good. 

For once, he let you have control, even with his requests orders on what you can and cannot do. You went to work, both of your knees touching and you had to constantly stop him from moving, trying to smoke his cigarette. In the end, you lost against him cause if he couldn’t smoke a cigarette to distract himself from your hands being so gentle with him, they were going somewhere else and you would get nothing done. 

In between his puffs of smoke, you poured everything into his look wanting it to be perfect because you definitely wanted to do it again in the future. The only way he would let you is if you did a bang up job. 

You made his facial features sharp and his icy blue eyes seemed to pierce through your soul even more with the dark eyeshadow on his eyelids. A little bit of glitter and a few small black gemstones later, he was beautiful. Definitely different from what you were used to, but with David, he could pull off anything and he’d still look good. 

With a smirk, he thanked you for your work, which surprised you, and walked back out to the others. You chuckled when you heard Paul exclaim “Holy shit!” when he saw David. Needless to say, you did make David look like a prince of the night with your talents. 

Second to last was Star. Your beautiful girlfriend of your group of male partners entered your part of the cave, bringing some of her own collection with her. Star was probably the easiest of the group to do makeup for. She already wore red lipstick on the daily and brown toned eyeshadow to compliment her skin but she never went farther than that. 

But tonight, she would let you take it a step further. Nothing too crazy, maybe even a little more toned down than David’s. 

Star practically cuddled up to you as you worked your magic. It was a little difficult but she stayed still nonetheless. You kept her signature red lipstick, and decided to focus more on her eyes and add some stick on gems that matched the colors of her skirt. 

You added a splash of color to her eyes that went well with her usual browns, picking some of her favorite makeup items and mixing them with your own.

Of course you couldn’t help but smile when Star would giggle as the makeup brushes lightly tickled her face. You wanted to scold her for it but it was too cute so you said nothing just having to work around it. 

Just as you were finishing, your last partner, Michael walked in, watching you with curiosity and a slight twinge of interest. When you did finish, Star looked to Michael to see what he thought and happily kissed him when he said he liked it. Which in turn having you redo her lipstick one last time before she left, leaving only you and Michael. 

Michael was probably the most hesitant of the bunch. It wasn’t that he didn’t dislike makeup, he just didn’t know what the process was and never really saw much interest until you expressed how much you love doing it. 

With a little bit of encouragement, Michael sat on your bed, having you sit on his lap. Michael reminded you a little bit of Paul. He was very affectionate but was much softer compared to the blonde. 

Michael asked you the most questions as you worked. Asking what tool was used for what purpose. What colors you were using and why. Glitter? Yeah, why not? Just use it however you see fit and what you thought looked good on him. 

Overall he was excited about this. New things always intrigued him and he was willing to try something new. 

When you told him you were going to give him a more softer look, he had no quarrels with your choice. Just a tiny bit of glitter, some light colors, a sharp eyeliner that could cut someone, accentuating his cheekbones a bit, and even giving him a little bit of gradient lips, made him look even more pretty than he already was. 

You were so proud of yourself that couldn’t help but hug the poor boy. You went all out for your partners and you had a lot of fun doing it. When you let him go after hugging him, he was met by a few compliments from the others who admired his own look that seemed very different from everyone else. Which made the poor boy even more flustered. 

When all was said and done, and after doing your own makeup to your own tastes with the help of Star since, well, mirrors can’t help any of you. You all went down to the boardwalk as one big group date, showing off your talents proudly, taking any compliments, and giving you credit where credit was due. 

If anything was said negatively, especially by a group of surf nazis, guess what? After your group dinner date at the local diner, those surf nazis would be your dessert for the night. 

If that did happen, you’d be a little upset that your work was now covered in blood but they all reassured you that you could give them makeovers whenever you wanted.

[lumelii]

BREAKING IN ~|~ FUSHIGURO TOJI X FEM!READER

Summary: Your business partner and you are celebrating the end of a difficult project. Lucky you. 

Content Warning: nsfw, smut, fwb situation, FEM!READER established "relationship", dilf!Toji, face fucking, slight degradation, face slapping (just once) (if I forgot any let me know)

Note: Big thank you to Moni and @shokami for being my guinea pigs on this one. 

Word Count: 5.1k

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There were few things Toji liked about traveling for work. He liked seeing new places. He hated long plane rides. Hotels were nice, but sleeping on the mattresses for too long wreaked havoc on his back. He enjoyed making new business connections. Most importantly, however, he hated leaving his kids for long periods.

They were on his mind now, as he checked his phone periodically through the business party he was attending, celebrating the completion of another building Fushiguro Design Group had planned and engineered, this time in New York City. It was almost time for them to go to school in Tokyo, usually one of them called before they left so he knew they were up. His finger paused over the home phone contact for a moment before he put it away with a sigh. Megumi and Tsumiki were both teenagers now, almost in high school. They didn’t need him hovering all the time.

“Congratulations on another success, Mr. Fushiguro.” One of the executives of the company who contracted the firm came up to shake his hand. “You really outdid yourself this time.”

“It was a group effort.” His eyes searched the room, hoping to find a distraction to get him out of this conversation before he put his foot in his mouth. He didn’t deal with clients, he had employees who did that. He wasn’t great at curtailing his frustrations when in conversation. Especially with this client, who changed their design at least four times, which meant he had to redo all the math. Four times.

Luckily, his distraction came just a few seconds later as his phone began to ring. Looking at the caller ID, he felt a wave of relief seeing his home phone number. At least that meant one of the kids was up. He wasn’t counting on Gojou.

“Please excuse me.” Toji stepped away and walked out onto the balcony just off the ballroom, closing the door securely behind him before answering.

“DAD!” He held the phone away from his ear just slightly when Tsumiki yelled even before he said hello. He brought it back to his ear once he was sure his eardrum wouldn’t be ruptured.

“Good morning to you too, princess.” He answered sarcastically. “How are you? Getting ready for school?”

“Megumi stole my notebook again!”

“I did NOT!” Toji heard Megumi yell in the background.

“It had my homework in it! If I don’t get it back, the teacher is going to dock points!”

“Did you already look in your backpack? Everywhere in your room?”

“No, because Megumi took it!”

“Princess, look in your backpack and your room first. If you can’t find it, have Gojou help you. Now give the phone to Megumi.”

He heard her huff and set the receiver down, yelling for Megumi to get on the phone. A few moments later, the receiver was picked up again. This time, Megumi’s voice. “Hi Dad.”

“I swear to god, Megumi, if you have her notebook and you’re lying about it just to bother her—” Toji warned.

“I’m NOT!” He yelled again. “I was over at Yuuji’s house last night anyway, why would I need her homework when we did ours together?”

“Why weren’t you home last night?” Toji’s eyes narrowed even though his son couldn’t see him. “It’s a school night.”

“Yuuji and I were working on homework. Plus his neighbor made sweets. She sent some home with me. I’ll save you some. Are you coming home soon?” His tone was hopeful. It made Toji’s chest hurt. He missed his family.

“I’m going to be on the first flight back tomorrow morning, I promise.” Toji told him. “Are you ready for school?”

“Not yet. I can’t find my slacks.”

“Look on the right side of your closet, they’re probably in there. Where’s Gojou? Can you put him on the phone?”

“I think he’s still sleeping.” The phone was set down again, and Toji had to wait what felt like forever until he finally heard Gojou grumbling on the other end of the line.

“G’morning sunshine.” He yawned. “What’s up?”

“Are you aware the kids are ready to tear each other’s throats out?” Toji frowned. “And why are you still sleeping? They’re almost ready to leave for school.”

“Kento was on the phone late last night freaking out, I had to calm him down.” Gojou stifled a yawn again. “I made sure they have their breakfast and their school stuff is ready.”

“Tsumiki’s missing her notebook.”

“It was in the living room last I saw, I’ll make sure one of the dogs didn’t take it.”

“I KNEW IT!” Tsumiki screeched in the background.

“Shit, I have to go, Toji. Call later.”

The line went dead before Toji could ask any questions. He looked down at his lock screen with a frown, debating on calling back but ultimately deciding against it while he put his phone away. He would call later once both kids were at school, and keep an eye out for breaking news of fratricide in Tokyo.

He looked to the balcony doors when they opened, relaxing slightly when he saw his preferred distraction walking out with two drinks in hand. 

You closed the door behind you before walking up to him, holding out his favorite, an Old Fashioned. “I thought I’d find you out here.”

He took the proffered drink and downed it in one gulp while you sipped your Gibson carefully. “Am I that predictable?”

“When it comes to these kinds of parties, yes. Either you were about to lose your temper and needed a breather, or you had to take a call.” You answered. “Problems at home?”

Toji shook his head. “Just wish we were back.”

“It’s been a month. I can’t wait to get back to Tokyo. No matter what anyone says, no one can beat Tokyo ramen.” You leaned your elbows on the balcony railing. He leaned next to you, copying your pose while you both looked over the glittering New York skyline in silence.

“Why don’t we focus on projects at home for a while?” You offered. “Or in Japan, at least. That way we wouldn’t have to be gone for too long, you’d still be able to go home at night.”

“We have some pretty big clients lined up in Dubai and Europe. I don’t think they’d want to wait until we felt like traveling again.”

“You’re the boss. If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to.” You reminded him with a smile. “I can take someone else with me, then send the specs once we’re done. I’ll even let you pick your stand-in.”

“I’ll pick my stand-in whether you like them or not.” He smirked before continuing. “I’m the boss.”

You rolled your eyes and took another drink. “Just don’t make it fucking Ren. I can’t stand that asswipe.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He promised.

The conversation wasn’t typical between a boss and employee, but you were more than that. You were partners at the firm, Toji was just the one in charge. You’d built the firm together from the ground up, making it the success it was today.

He had come to you, needing an architect for his own firm back when it was only an idea, offering two-hundred million yen out of his personal coffers as an incentive. But it wasn’t the money that had made you say yes. It was the almost maniacal determination in his eyes. He had something to prove, and he would burn the world to the ground to do it.

You learned later his wife had just died a few weeks prior, and it was part of his promise to her on her deathbed that he follow through with his plan of opening his firm. You’d been with him since the beginning, in the early days where you both spent countless sleepless nights completing projects other firms only dared to take on, through the intervention staged by his two closest friends Nanami Kento and Gojou Satoru, as Toji became consumed by his work as a way to suppress his grief, to the point where his son almost didn’t recognize him when he came home. You’d been by his side through the boom of success that befell the firm just a few short years after its founding, along with the money that soon flooded both your pockets, and his second “marriage” to a model he met at a film festival, who promptly disappeared after moving her daughter into his home. He had been surprisingly calm through the whole ordeal, submitting the paperwork to make Tsumiki his own once they were completely certain her mother was never coming back, with a hefty cash incentive and NDA to tie it with a nice bow.

He’d been through a fair amount with you as well, dealing with toxic family that had come out of the woodwork as the company started to increase your wealth, demanding money for so-called “investments” they had made into you by providing basic care until you finally left at fifteen. Through the sudden death of your fiancé, where Toji was the only one who could understand and help you navigate through the unending darkness that consumed your life for almost a year afterwards. He’d ignored some of your questionable choices as you tried to adjust to your new normal, but also was not afraid to step in when necessary if the choices turned destructive. You had thought it was just to protect the interest of the firm, but when he had come to your apartment after a sobbing phone call on the anniversary of your fiancé’s death and held you so you wouldn’t feel so alone, you knew it was because he cared about you.

“Are you ready to go back inside?” You asked after watching the sunset sink below the horizon, breaking you both out of your reflection.

“I’d rather drive an ice pick through my skull.” He admitted. 

You laughed, the sound echoing off the glass windows and empty air around you. “We could always dip.”

“Wouldn’t they be offended, us leaving early?” He turned to face you with one hand on the railing. You ignored the way his suit jacket strained against the hard planes of his chest.

“Mari’s in there, it’ll be fine.” You said, referring to your project manager. “She loves people. She’ll have them eating out of the palm of her hand.”

“If you say so.” He took the empty glass from you, setting it on the railing before taking your hand to thread it through his arm. “Shall we?”

“Lead the way.”

You made a hasty exit from the party, repeating your excuse of an early flight at least a dozen times so no one would hinder your escape. No one bothered to ask follow-up questions. If they had, they might have found out you were flying private back to Tokyo, and the plane could leave whenever you goddamn pleased, obliterating your excuse.

Luckily, the lie held until you were safely in the cab of an elevator, heading up to the floor that held your two hotel rooms. The company had offered the two massive adjacent suites to you both, taking up an entire floor of the newly constructed hotel. Toji probably could have brought his kids if he had wanted, but he didn’t want to pull them out of school for that long. You were happy to have the entire suite to yourself. It meant you didn’t have to listen to neighbors through all hours of the night, and you didn’t have to worry about keeping anyone up when working late at night. 

“The flight leaves at six tomorrow morning.” Toji told you as you stepped off onto your floor. “There’s going to be a car to pick us up an hour before.”

“Did you already send your bags with the service?” You stopped just outside your door, directly across the hall from Toji’s. 

He nodded. “I saw yours were ready, I had them sent as well.”

“Thank you.” You looked behind your shoulder to your door then back at him, his hands in his pockets, watching you like he was expecting you to say something else. He looked downright sinful in his all-black designer suit, his normally straight hair styled back with hair gel but still looking soft to the touch. The watch that cost more than most people’s houses glinted in the warm light of the hallway as he played with his cufflinks, also worth a small fortune. You would know. You bought them. 

He quirked his eyebrow at your examination, almost like a challenge. Damn him. 

“Do you want to come in for a nightcap?”

A slow smile spread across his face. “I thought you would never ask.” 

You smiled back and turned to the door, inserting your keycard to hear the small click of the lock disengaging, slipping inside with him closely following. “We haven’t broken in this one, yet.”

He was on you before you had the chance to slip out of your shoes. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave him a sense of urgency, the sweet bourbon still on his lips as they slid over yours with a practiced ease, or that you had an early flight in the morning and needed as much sleep as possible to prevent jet lag. If it were the latter, this was definitely not the activity to be participating in.

These liaisons only happened on trips, or late nights at the office or your apartment, where there would be no prying eyes. You both didn’t need questions. It was fulfilling a primal desire, one that burned within you even as both your hearts were locked by grief. There was an understanding. You cared for him, and he for you, but not in a romantic way. You were making sure the needs of a friend were met.

The “breaking in” was also a tradition as well, ever since your first major deal had been completed. When the building was finally complete for a major project, you and Toji would sneak off somewhere to do the deed, christening the building like a bottle of champagne before a ship’s maiden voyage. It had started as a joke, a way to release the pent-up stress that resulted from design and construction but eventually became a tradition. As the business grew over the years, you and Toji had christened well over a hundred completed projects with none the wiser. 

You pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders before moving your hands between your fused bodies to start undoing the buttons of his shirt, working quickly in the tight space as Toji didn’t allow you any room to pull away. You struggled to focus while his kisses moved down to your chin and then your neck, licking and sucking the skin with reckless abandon. You let out a breathy moan as he bit your pulse point with a low growl feeling your heartbeat thrum beneath his teeth. Toji pushed your hands away when his shirt was finally on the floor behind him. He grabbed your face between his hands bringing your attention back to him to kiss you. Ever the multitasker, his tongue explored your mouth while he began his task of getting you naked. 

“Don’t rip the dress.” You warned under his kiss while his large hands grappled for the zipper. “I borrowed it, it has to be in perfect condition.”

“I’ll buy Mei Mei a new one.” Gripping the top of the dress with a hand on each size of the zipper, he yanked hard, the fabric splitting like he had just ripped a sheet of paper as it fell off your body. His eyes went wide as the dress pooled at your feet, revealing the matching black lace set you had underneath. The cups barely contained your breasts and did little to cover your most delicate areas, nipples peeking through the sheer fabric.

“Fucking hell.” He breathed.

You grinned and kneeled in front of him, starting to undo the buckle of his pants. “Paris paid off, then?” 

A sigh fell past his lips as you finally pulled his pants and boxers down, wasting no time to wrap your hand around his thick cock, pumping languidly. His breath hitched as you licked his angry red tip slowly, pulling back to prevent him from pushing past your lips when his hips moved forward. His hand went to the crown of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Shit. You’ve been saving that since Paris?”

“I’ve worn this plenty before. You’ve just never seen it.” Your smirk was devilish. His grip on your hair tightened as you took him to the base, neatly trimmed hair tickling your nose while you forced your throat to relax. You tried to gather as much spit as you could to make the glide easier as you bobbed your head. Toji was a large man with an equally large and impressive dick, almost too much for you to take in. Through years of practice, both on him and several inferior specimens, you had learned just how to hollow your cheeks, how to move, and how to swallow to have a man cumming in minutes flat. 

“Fuck, you okay?” He panted when he thrust involuntarily, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag slightly. Once you composed yourself, you hummed around his cock and nodded. Grabbing his other free hand, you placed it on the back of your head with his other one before taking him back down your throat. A silent invitation. 

He wasted no time responding, beginning to thrust into your mouth with no reserve. You grabbed his hips to steady yourself as you relaxed and remembered to breathe through your nose. Tears ran down your cheeks while he choked you with his massive cock, mixing with your mascara and staining your skin black. The salty tang of precum hit your tongue, mixing with the saliva that fell from your lips the faster he moved. You smiled around his cock when you cupped his balls, squeezing just enough for him to let out a loud groan. 

“Stop.” He growled, pulling you off him and tilting your chin up. He took in your tear-streaked face, your chin and neck covered with a mix of saliva and pre-cum. When he dragged his thumb over your bottom lip, you caught it between your teeth, sucking him in and lavving the digit with your tongue. He chuckled darkly, hooking his thumb in your mouth and using it as a guide for you to stand up in front of him. 

“Messy doll.” He crooned. You had to admit, you were shocked as he leaned forward and licked up your neck, tasting both of you on your skin. While you were distracted with his sinful lips, you heard another distinct ripping sound before you felt the cool air of the room against your bare ass. You broke away and looked down to see your panties in tatters on the ground. 

“Can you at least leave one piece of my clothing intact tonight?” You frowned at him, your voice slightly hoarse from his antics. “Those were expensive. I know we’re made of money now, but I’d prefer not to spend it all.”

He ignored you and reached around to plant a firm smack on your cheeks. “In the bedroom. On the bed.”

You knew exactly what he meant, but you decided to have a bit of fun as you walked through the massive suite. You could feel his eyes on you, almost predatory when you entered the bedroom and caught sight of the king-sized bed, made with fresh linens and piled high with pillows, accented in the light greys and blacks that matched the rest of the suite. You flopped down on the bed with a giggle, back down, and propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. 

He frowned at your position as he walked forward. “I said on the bed.” He rumbled. 

“I am on the bed.” You played dumb and cocked your head to the side. “What did you mean?”

He shook his head and stopped at the edge, towering over you. “You’re such a brat sometimes, you know that?” 

“It’s a nice break from those girls that call you daddy, isn’t it?” You purred. 

The growl that ripped through his chest made your heart jump and another wave of arousal coat your lips as he surged forward, gripping your hips to flip you onto your stomach and pull them up so you were on your knees, your throbbing center level with his cock. He ground against you, slipping his length along your drenched labia to coat it, the glide easy as your spit mixed with your slick. He was more than ready to pound into you. 

When you tried to prop yourself up on your elbows, he put a hand on your neck and pushed you down so your face was pressed into the mattress. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hot breath on your back and trailing up as he bent over you to whisper in your ear. 

“You know, I was going to be nice, maybe take it slow at first so you wouldn’t be absolutely wrecked sitting for fourteen hours on our flight tomorrow.” He hummed. “But now, I think I’m going to like seeing you squirm.”

It wasn’t even a second later before he slammed into your pussy, the stretch almost painful as you wailed at the intrusion and he began a brutal pace that rivaled his speed while he was fucking your face just moments before. You were already sopping wet from sucking his dick earlier, turned on beyond belief as you thought about what lay in store for you after he was done with your mouth being his personal fleshlight. 

“Shit, you’re so tight.” He hissed, spanking your ass to feel you clench around his dick. “No one can stretch this cunt as good as I can, can they? You need a fat cock to satisfy you, those skinny dicks can’t even get you wet.” 

You moaned an affirmative, playing along with his narrative as he pistoned his hips into you. You could feel every vein on him as they dragged along your walls, his tip hitting that soft spot inside you with every thrust. There were plenty of other dicks that had gotten you wet, but it was true his was the most impressive, and the one that had more knowledge of just how to make you scream, monster dick or not. He had that advantage over every other man you slept with. 

The slap of his hips against yours echoed through the cavernous room as Toji grabbed your upper arms, pulling them behind your back and forcing your back in arch, his thrust becoming more shallow but no less punishing. You bit your lip to control the noises you were making, but whines still escaped. 

When the new position didn’t produce his desired response from you, he released your arms without any ceremony causing your upper body to fall limp back to the bed. You gasped as Toji pressed his hips flush to yours, curling his body on top of yours with one powerful arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from pulling away while his tip continually massaged your g-spot with every roll of his hips into you. 

“Tell me how it feels.” He murmured in your ear, his voice steady without any sign of effort. His stamina was something to marvel. 

“You know how it feels.” You moaned back, unable to control yourself. You were so close, just ready to reach that peak if he would only speed up. You reached back with one hand and gripped his hip hoping that would encourage him to resume his previous pace. 

He took your hand from his hip and put it back near your head, delivering a harsh smack to your ass. The sharp sting of pleasure was what you needed for your back to arch, squeezing around him while you fucked yourself back onto his cock to prolong your climax as much as you could. 

Toji pulled out as you finally slowed down, his heavy cock bouncing against his leg as he sat up against the headboard and patted his thigh, signaling for you to climb on. You wasted no time in doing so, raising yourself on shaky legs to straddle his lap. His hands moved to cup your ass as you settled over him, taking his length in hand and sinking down onto it with a sharp exhale through your nose. You could almost feel him in your throat in this position, the stretch still borderline uncomfortable even after he had already stretched you out, coupled with the sensitivity of just having orgasmed. 

His gentle grip turned hard just as you were about to start bouncing to stop your movements. You gave him a confused look but understood when his hands started to guide you in grinding on his lap. The added friction on your clit against his pelvis made you sigh in pleasure, just a tinge of overstimulation creeping through the tightness already building in your stomach again. In this position with the lack of harsh movements he was able to play with your breasts, which he always gave proper worship. 

His large hands made your breasts look small as he covered the left, slipping your nipple between his fingers and rolling it while he cupped the other, pushing it up and licking at the flesh. You sighed at the rough texture of the scar marring his lips against your sensitive skin and wrapped your arms around his head, tangling your fingers in his hair to hold him close. He loved to tease, licking and sucking all around your breasts until you were about to beg, arching your back further into his touch. You hated begging him, hated admitting how well he could affect you. But you had known each other for so long, you knew each other better than anyone else. 

You whined as his lips finally closed around the pert bud, laying the flat of his tongue over the sensitive skin. You felt his lips stretch into a smile against your skin at your vocalizations before he moved to your other breast, immediately latching onto the nipple to produce a breathy moan. You knew he was enjoying himself from the way his hips matched each roll of your own, driving deeper as he got lost in the feeling. 

“I got your milkies.” You whispered, part of your sinister trick to bring him back to earth. You were starved for actual friction, grinding not providing the drag on your insides you craved. 

He pulled back with a soft pop and frowned, though his pupils were still blown out. “You did not just say that.”

You shrugged. “I thought it was funny.”

“Way to kill the mood.” He mumbled, pushing your breasts together to bury his face between them, licking through your cleavage and up your chest.

“Then why are you still hard?” You squeezed down on him deliberately. His eyes grew dark as he looked up at you through thick lashes and you knew you were in for it. 

With one quick movement you were under him, back pressed into the pillows while he kneeled between your legs still holding your waist so he could stay buried inside you, your hips tilted so you were at an angle. You struggled to sit up trying to resume your previous position, but his strong hold on you didn’t allow you any room before he continued burying himself in your velvet walls. You could barely breathe from the force of his thrusts, twice as hard as before but just as fast. 

You could have killed him from how composed he looked as he watched you slowly lose control. He watched you with an almost curious expression, studying how your brow drew together and short gasps fell past your lips while he was barely breaking a sweat. You refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing your moans. If he wanted them, he’d have to earn them. 

“I know you like taking it from the back, but I think I like this better.” He mused, voice even like he wasn’t balls deep in your cunt. “I can see the look on your face when you lose control.”

“Fuck you, Toji.” You gasped, your words stuttering with each of his thrusts. 

“No, that’s your job.” He grinned devilishly and bent down over you, resting on his elbows. “Scream for me, little slut. Let the floors around us know how good I fuck.” 

You opened your mouth to retort but a loud scream came out instead as Toji sneaked his hand between you to roll your clit between two fingers. You barely felt his breath on your skin as you shattered beneath him, screaming just like he wanted as your orgasm crashed over you, ten times as intense as the one he had just given you. You gripped the pillow under your head and turned your face into it so he couldn’t see just how much you were enjoying this. 

In an instant, you felt the pillow ripped from beneath your head and his hand come into contact with your cheek. The sting of his slap was dulled by the pleasure still running over your body as he gripped your chin tightly in one of his large hands, forcing you to look in his eyes, your noses almost touching. Your eyebrows knit together and mouth open on a silent moan made him finally push as far in as he could on a final thrust, painting your inner walls white with his cum as he groaned loudly. The roll of his hips didn’t stop until he deposited every last drop within you, until you could feel his cum leaking out the sides of his dick. How could he cum so fucking much?

His hands turned gentle as he pulled out, smoothing your hair off your sweaty forehead and tracing his fingers over the hickeys he’d left on your neck. He bent down to ghost his lips on your hairline before hauling himself off the bed and walking toward the bathroom. You could faintly hear him rummaging around through your post-coital fog, coming back with a warm damp towel and starting the task of cleaning you up. 

While he did, he grabbed the phone from the room and dialed room service, ordering two meals, along with ice cream at your insistence, billing it to his room. Not that it mattered, you were staying here on your host’s dime. When he was done cleaning you, he laid on his side next to you, smiling down fondly as you still tried to catch your breath. 

“You did good.” He whispered, caressing your face. You managed a weak smile and laughed. 

“Don’t get soft on me now, Fushiguro.” You sighed. “I might just lose respect for you.”

He smiled down at you, basking in the afterglow of your liaison. “Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.”

Tags: @oikawaandkuroostan, @gummy-dummy

[thatonecrookedsmile]

This had been sitting in my drafts since New Year's Eve. Maybe the last good FNaF drawings I have at the moment. The rest I have is a little older and a bit worse. I thought I should finally post this stuff here. They were made quite a while ago, so uuuhhhhhhh, they don't represent 100% the current quality of my recent drawings. (Except the last one)

First two were done in 2020. My designs for William and Henry were done in 2019 and I thought they would need updating. It's been 2 years since I made these drawings so maybe I'll redo them again one day. Decide to add extra drawings showing their outdated designs and their designs during the FNaF 3/FFPS events.

Same story applies to my design for Michael. I did the original design in 2019, decided it would be good to give him an update,so I redid him in 2020. As I recall,this time I tried to make him a little more similar to Will. It is evident by the shape of the face and hair. I don't remember why, but I believe that the whole "They didn't recognize me at first, but then they thought I was you" thing at SL's Custom Night has something to do with it.

Maybe I will redo him in the future too. But I still like this drawing I made of him,even if it has some imperfections here and there. I believe his jacket was based on a real jacket I found on Google while searching for 80s fashion.

The drawing is actually much larger,having other designs of Michael over the game’s timeline (FNaF 4, post SL and FFPS) but I decided to show just his "main" design. (+Designs have not aged well)

The last sketch was just a quick thing I did in 2021 while I was bored. This is kind of connected with an idea I had earlier that year that I still want to put into practice one day. Just to not make this description any longer, the idea was basically "What if what happened to William - having a part of him still alive as an AI - happened to Henry too?"

I even thought of a name for this AI,Softbear. As in,”Software” + “Bear”. I thought it made sense. Glitchtrap is often referred to as Malhare,which is “Malware” and “Hare” combined.

Malhare. Softbear.

I'm not very good with names,but it's either that or names like,oh I don't know,Golden Glitch. GlitchBear. Error!Bear. In terms of designs,I still have to work on it,but I like to think that one of his "forms" would be a Fredbear (I don't think I need to explain why). I will probably work on his design one day. Not today. But one day.

But yeah,that's all I have to offer at the moment. Any drawings I have of FNaF that remain are from 2019,and to be blunt? I don’t like them. They are not good. And like I said before,I don't do a lot of FNaF drawings these days. Maybe one day I'll do a few things about SB. Eventually I’ll do a drawing about the Glamrocks. And one day I will do a design for Softbear. But until then? It's best not to expect too much from me when it comes to haunted pizzerias.

[captainsophiestark]

Yellow Paint

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

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Summary: Y/N is dating Elijah, the brother of their best friend Klaus. Y/N is basically an honorary Mikaelson, which is how they ended up painting baby Hope's future bedroom with Elijah, while Klaus is nowhere in sight. Although, Elijah and Y/N aren't exactly complaining.

Word Count: 1,697

Category: Fluff? Humor?

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"This room is hideous."

"And that's why we're redoing it. No baby Mikaelson is coming into the world like this." My boyfriend, Elijah Mikaelson, plopped down a few cans of paint in the middle of the room before turning to me. "Shall we get started?"

"Hey, you're the vampire with super strength. Clear the room, and I'll put down the tarp."

Elijah flashed a smile, then wooshed the nearest chair into the next room. Between his super strength and super speed, the room was cleared in less than three minutes.

"Nice work," I said, hands on my hips as I surveyed the room.

"Thank you. Now, how about that tarp?"

Elijah and I spread a plastic tarp out across the floor to protect it from any stray paint, then cracked open the first can of primer. All the walls were currently a dark red, and if we wanted to change them to our planned light bright yellow, we'd have to do it right.

"Why the hell isn't your brother here helping with this?" I asked, dipping my roller in the primer and making the first stripe against the red. "It's the room for his kid after all."

"I don't know. Why isn't your best friend?"

I scoffed. "Because he's lazy. And currently using the excuse of giving his best friend and his brother some space to be a couple to avoid having to spend the afternoon painting a room."

"Well, I can say this for my brother..." Elijah slowly crossed the room to stand in front of me. He leaned down and gave me a slow, sweet kiss. "He certainly knows when it's best to give us our space."

"Mmm... I don't know... I love Nik, but I really might stake him if he interrupts another one of our dates with some crazy witchy murderer plot or whatever."

Elijah chuckled as he picked up a roller and we both went back to painting the wall.

"If you really wanted to stake my brother, you would've done it already."

I sighed. "Yeah, probably. Still, maybe I'll leave a bunch of paint on his pillow or something as payback for being such a slacker."

"Now that I would love to see."

"Ooo, or here's an idea: let's paint his room next, and then we'll make him fix it. Then he has to paint a room as penance for not painting this one."

Elijah just smiled in amusement, shaking his head a little at my antics.

"You know, it's no wonder you and my brother became such fast friends. You're both very held up on your revenge plots. Yours are just a little less... murderous and aggressive than my brother's."

Now it was my turn to grin.

"Less murderous? Yes. Less aggressive? Hell no. I will aggressively paint everything that man owns."

Elijah laughed out loud, and my smile only grew. His genuine, happy laugh was one of my favorite things to hear, and sometimes it could be a pretty rare sound.

Elijah and I managed to get the primer on the walls fairly quickly, especially considering I didn't have super speed. We finally got to crack the yellow paint buckets open, and I watched as Elijah painted the first stripe on the wall.

I glanced down at the paint brush in my hand and I was suddenly struck by a brilliant idea.

I walked casually to the paint bucket and dipped it in the bright color. Elijah had his back to me, wearing his usual white button up but without the suit jacket. The top button was undone, and the sleeves were rolled up. This was one of my favorite looks of his; I almost couldn't bring myself to ruin it.

Almost.

"Hey, Elijah." My boyfriend turned around, and as soon as he did I lifted my paintbrush and dragged it down, leaving a yellow streak on his cheek and across his chest. I grinned as he looked down at his no-longer-clean white shirt.

When he looked back at me, he had a smirk and a dangerous glint in his eye. My heart started racing a little faster; I liked this side of my boyfriend.

I took a few steps back, and Elijah didn't take his eyes off me once. I shot him another mischievous look, then turned on my heel and ran. Elijah had vampire speed, but he didn't use it. He ran after me the human way, and he still caught me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and used his strength to pick me up and spin me around.

I giggled and he set me down, nuzzling into my neck. The wet paint on his face and clothes was getting all over me, which I'm sure was exactly his plan.

"You ruined my shirt," he said, hot breath fanning against my neck.

"That was the plan."

"Mmm..." Elijah hummed, lips against my throat, and I felt the vibrations through my whole body. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back to give Elijah better access, a blissful smile on my face.

Elijah raised his paint roller, and the smile on my face was suddenly coated in yellow paint.

Elijah dragged the roller over my shirt and jeans, and then he let me go. I turned around to face him, hands on my hips but the smile still on my face.

"That's something I have in common with you and my brother," said Elijah, twirling the paint roller casually in his hands. "I also like to get revenge."

"Hm. Fair enough. Although, I only ruined your shirt. You ruined my shirt and my pants." Elijah started to defend himself, but I kept going. "And my shirt was unique. You have, like, five million white button up shirts in your closet."

Elijah broke my gaze to look down at his shirt, a small smile on his face.

"I suppose that's a fair complaint." He looked up at me and took a few steps forward. "How can I make it up to you?"

I grinned. "I can think of a couple things."

Elijah kept walking towards me until he was close enough to wrap his arms around me and pull me to his chest. He still had paint on his face, and I did too, but neither of us cared. My smile was brighter than the paint color as I closed the distance between us for a kiss.

Elijah's grip on me tightened, and he deepened the kiss. I ran my fingers through his hair, then down to the buttons of his shirt. I'd just managed to get the second button undone when we were interrupted by a voice from the doorway.

"Well well. I'm starting to regret my change of heart to come help you two."

I sighed and buried my head in Elijah's chest. It rose and fell in the special, heavy sigh he reserved for his brother, and then I straightened and turned to face my best friend.

"You have some timing, Nik," I said.

"Me? You two were supposed to be painting my child's future bedroom, and instead you're making out in the middle of it. What kind of impression does that leave on my child's future space?"

I glared at Nik, but he just grinned at me and Elijah. He put his hands behind his back and started strolling around the room to admire our handiwork, looking satisfied. I made eye contact with Elijah, and he nodded.

"Well, brother? What do you think of the color?"

Elijah walked over to Nik, drawing his attention and getting him to turn his back on me. Slowly, silently, I crept over to the open bucket of paint and picked it up. Then, I rounded on my target.

Nik.

"It's a little sunny for my taste, but I didn't really expect anything different from Y/N," said Nik. I didn't even have to see his face to know he was wearing that stupid grin, but he wasn't going to be smiling for much longer.

Before Elijah or Nik could say anything else, I turned the bucket of paint over and dumped it all over Nik's head. He gasped and floundered, but he was so shocked he couldn't do much else at first. I grinned at Elijah over his shoulder.

"I thought you were going to go for the roller," Elijah said, absolutely beaming nonetheless.

"Nah. This is for interrupting us and for not helping us paint earlier today."

Right on cue, Nik whirled around to face me. The evil glint in his eye as he took his first step towards me was one I recognized, from plenty of times before this when I pranked him. Fortunately for me, he didn't get the chance to get his revenge or tackle me in a paint-soaked hug before my boyfriend came to the rescue, sweeping me off my feet and wooshing me out of the room.

When we stopped moving again and I actually caught my balance, I saw we were standing in the middle of Elijah's room at the Mikaelson mansion, as far as we could get from the compound without actually leaving the city.

"You know this isn't going to stop anything, right?" I said, smiling at Elijah, who still had his arms wrapped around me. "Nik's just gonna wait and get his revenge later. This is the beginning of another full-on prank war."

"I know. But we started something that I want to finish, without Niklaus getting the chance to interrupt us again."

I grinned. "I like the sound of that."

Elijah hummed, then pulled me closer and kissed me. I leaned into it, deepening the kiss and forgetting all about Nik and that look in his eye. A prank war was coming, and I'd need to do some serious planning if I wanted to win. But that could wait.

Right now, I was going to enjoy the night with my boyfriend.

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KAW KAW CROW IS FINALLY HERE (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ❤

Gods this has taken such a long flipping time to finish, I don’t even remember when I started on this but it’s prolly been like  year or something, give or take fifty feet, as he won like a poll I made over on twitter on whose ref I would draw like ages ago, but he is finally done and I am very happy with how he turned out! While the like basic appearance have stayed pretty much the same as it was from the start, so did I have to remake how he looked awhile back because it was just such a mess and he looks so flipping better now!

Anyway so this is Crow, my Seafell Papyrus, who I am going to give some personality info about real soon, I just want to gush a bit more about his design as I am very happy with it xD because before he had like the red scarf thing and a belt on the outside of the jacket, and just so many other things that just didn’t make sense or look good and I am all what were I thinking back then, but that’s like the fun thing to like sit down and redo it, to update it and see how much better I gotten at designing these characters, and just fuck I am so stupidly happy with how he looks, as he is just so stupidly handsome haha! xD

Also the no bullet hole i the skull comment on the ref, it’s because all of my other pirate boys got holes in their skulls, but Crow does not as he died before any so called bullets was needed, so his skull is whole. 

But, time for some proper info and personality thingies down below, also some suggestive things just so ya know but nothing overly detailed, and as a bonus furthest down I put the old design of his outfit for ya all to see, so enjoy!

Crow is only 23, making him the second youngest out of all my skeleton boys.

He is also the second skeleton who is completely gay, who is only interested in one gender, as usually I make them skeletons bi/pan, but with Crow here it just felt right to make him homosexual only, and also gay pirates was very much a very big thing so pfft. So alas you simping peeps out there who aien’t male, he a man only guy.

He is a former pirate, after dying to only then wake up as a cursed skeleton, he finally had the chance to start anew and live his life how he always have wanted away from piracy, although he is a pirate hunter, bit of a vigilante, now instead so still is doing things related to piracy. But he never wanted to be a pirate, but thanks to been the literal son of a very powerful and feared pirate captain, he didn’t have much choice, as there was no way a proper navy or any other law following group would want to take him in.

His crew is a mix of human and monsters, most which are former pirates which he has taken under his wing. One of them are Seafell Undyne aka Fin, who gave him that lovely scar over his face before he succeeded in besting her and get her to join his crew, she is now his right hand woman and second in command.

He is extremely hard working, a bit of a workaholic like all my UF papyruses is, one way or the other, he works hard to keep his crew safe, to hunt down pirates who truly deserves to be hunted down, but he is way better at not working himself to the bone like Edge do, but there are times when he ends up working himself way too hard and into exhaustion. 

His goal is to find his father who is the reason to him and his brother dying and getting cursed, to destroy the artifact that is the cause and probably end killing his father as well. He is a bit revenge seeking when it comes to his father but not so much that he would put his crew in unnecessary risk, the safety of his crew is very important to him.

Very calm and collected, in control, great tactician, shit at naming things, loves to read and to play chess. Greatly cares about the people who works for him and have their safety and well being as the most important thing, a very just man who even though he had a pirate upbringing and been living as such for most of his life, so will he always go out of his way to make sure no innocent people ends up hurt and so on.

But he will break laws time to time if it is needed, not something he likes but sometimes some laws and rules needs to be broken so to do the right thing.

A very busy and driven man, but who will still always make sure that his crew is well taken care of and got all that they need, who often puts others before himself but not so much that he ends up suffering.  

He is polite, a gentleman, he will always give people a second chance because everyone can change if they are given the chance and got the will to do so.  

A bit of a accidental flirt at times, he is a bit dense when it comes to romance and to his own feelings towards someone he is actually crushing on. Mistake what he feels as friendship for awhile before he is able to figure it out, and if he ends up crushing on someone in his crew he will do his best to keep these feelings for himself, as he will fear that since he is the captain that would put the person in a very awkward position since he is their superior, and he just do not want to pressure someone to accept his feelings just because he is their boss. 

He later loses his leg as he saves one of his crew members, from getting crushes by a heavy object falling down, which would had killed his crewmate but which only cost him his leg. As Crow is willing to get hurt, to disregard his own health, to save one of his crew members, since a leg is less important than a life.

He’s a romantic, he loves been taken care of, to have his control taken away and get ordered around by the man he loves. He is a total sub at heart, something he tries to keep hidden as he worries he will lose the respect of his crew if it comes out that their captain likes to be ordered around and not in charge in the bedroom/in a relationship, in truth his crew already know but it’s not their business and they still respect him so much, but he don’t know that they do. 

He have had partners in the past before dying and becoming a skeleton, so he aien’t no virgin. 

And that’s all I’mma share about him for now, need to write info and so on down a bit better so some of the things above might end up changing a bit, might end up editing the text above, but for now it will do yes.

And as a bonus here have the old design of his outfit since there is such a difference to his new one but yet still allot of it is the same haha