#did i make a design for sandwich just for this drawing?

[bobthejokester]

I like @oat-pup finn design

[ozzgin]

So like unsure if this is worth meentioning or not, but I drew what I think the yandere school and darling school will look like, can you take a wild guess which is which?

(Sorry if the image is shit, the drawing was TINY)

I thought you were going to say you drew some characters, not like, whole 3D buildings. Holy cow, as someone who's (unsuccessfully) made the occasional house in Sims 4: big flex. I'm jealous.

At the time I started writing this post, I did notice the tiny scribbles on the welcome signs. So while the answer has been found, I will give you my pre-discovery reasoning as to why both cases work (at least in my mind).

First picture immediately made me think of a cute, dreamy school made for Darlings. Everything is nice and welcoming, you've got a little pond and a particularly slithering path, made for cozy walks. They're not in a hurry. They take their time, admire the scenery, and potentially miss out on someone stalking them: the true nature of a Darling.

But then I thought, well, alternatively, this could be an old, prestigious building fit for Yandere School and its rich history. It's imposing, somber, away from the city bustle, with a big tower so them hawk ass students can spy on others and hone their skills. The stalking tower.

For the second drawing, my initial assumption was "this must be a prison structure to keep the maniacs away from civilians". The closed inner courtyard and fat gate to the right ensure that the yandere students won't escape to do some borderline criminal tomfoolery. Eat your sandwich inside, you damn crazy rascal. Every now and then the nurse will receive a student with small burns or superficially stabbed rump: a failed attempt at jumping the electric, barbed fence to chase after (Y/N) (the only one allowed outside during school time).

Then I started doubting my theory. The opposite may be just as true: the inner yard and gated community could keep the danger outside instead. In other words, making sure that the poor Darling students can enjoy their breaks without the dangers of being stalked. Or maybe it's where they train their potential future imprisonment. "It's a little uncomfortable", one student confesses, curled up in a cage in the designated capture area. "You must work on your flexibility", the teacher remarks, observant and thoughtful. "See, you're too stiff in your knees. It adds pressure. Mind you, this is a generously sized cage. Some yanderes might go even smaller, so you should be prepared."

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Inked

Tattoo artist!Carmen Berzatto x Reader

3.1K | The cute, blue eyed guy does your tattoo, then he does you as well.

Smut, Mikey lives AU, improper use of a tattoo station.

Carmy, who always stops his work to make sure you’re greeted properly when you deliver their lunch.

Who gets numerous complaints from the other artist in the shop when he suggests ordering sandwiches at The Beef during lunch for the third time that week.

“You just want to see he girl again.”

“we’ll agree this one time, but only if you ask her out.”

Carmy, who gets stupidly jealous when you’re getting a tattoo from the guy who does your preferred style of tattoos.

Carmy, who’s pretty sure you don’t even know his name.

So when you come into the shop that day with the ordered sandwiches, he’s gathering the courage to ask you but he never really gets the chance. When you drop the bag at the desk as you usually do, you’re immediately chatting with Layla, the lady at the front desk, about something he can’t hear from back at his station. He sees you take a piece of folded paper from your back pocket and hand it over. A moment later he sees Layla point at different flash sheets behind her on the wall, as if she’s having you choose a style. His observing is stopped by a sandwich being handed to him.

Eventually your serious conversation seems to have ended as all that’s heard over the now resumed buzzing of tattoo machines is cackling laughter from the front desk, which he was still happily watching between his appointments. Normally he’d been sketching in between his clients. Either refining his next appointment’s design or working on new flash designs, but today his mind wasn’t anywhere near a canvas.

He did catch the guy that did your previous two tattoos linger near the front, which Carmy was a asshole move since you clearly wanted something different than usual, otherwise you would have asked for him immediately.

He shrugged at his own thoughts and went back to enjoying his sandwich and watching the scene from a distance, hoping to catch the guy’s disappointment when you picked someone else.

And as if he had spoken it into existence he saw his eyes widen and immediately scrunch up in annoyance, huffing angrilly as he stomped past carmy’s station and glaring at his smile.

His small, mental victory cheer was short lived, though.

“Yo, Bear!” Layla’s voice bellowed through the shop. “Get your ass over here for a sec.”

With every step he took to the front he got more curious about what was on the piece of paper you had brought with you, but he was also feeling better with every glare he got from mister rude guy.

He stopped at the counter, leaning on it and awaiting his friend’s explanation for calling him over.

Layla scoots him the paper with a “She loved the coloring on these,” as she points at the open binder filled with colored pencil drawings. “You think you can work that into this design she brought?”

Carmy lets out a laugh as he picks up the paper and looks it over, already picturing what he’d do with it color-wise and looks back up to you. “So, you want this exact linework with this color palette," with a gesture that moves from your picture, to his open binder. "But with this type of coloring?" He looks at you with his fingers on a watercolor piece with soft pastel tones under smooth curves of a globe, a waterfall flowing from one ocean into the soft blue background. The design looked like an upgraded version of the small line only piece he had on his arm.

“If that’s possible, yeah.” You nodded excitedly before looking back at him. “It is possible, right? If not I’ll think up something else or whatever.” The disappointment your own thoughts were causing you was clear on your face, so much Layla almost felt bad for you.

A hand on your arm quickly made the thoughts disappear. “I’ll make it work, yeah. I got this.” He takes a pen and writes down the design details in he upper corner. “So, how soon do you wanna get this done? I got some open spots not too far out.”

“Really? I got this week left before we close the shop for renovations so I got all the time then.” You bounced on your heels from excitement as you worked out the appointment details and he handed you his card. “Thank you so much!” You put the card in your back pocket and looked around for a clock. When you spotted one you realized just how long you had been there. “Shit, I gotta go! If I walk fast I’ll make it back before my break is over. see you in two weeks!” You waved to them and called out a goodbye over your shoulder as you jogged out of the front door.

~~~

You kept the little appointment card in your phone case, getting more and more every day.

You got so giddy about it, the Beef staff teased you about it endlessly during the first week of renovation, up to the second you walked out of the door on your way to the appointment.

Arriving at the shop without your work attire or a bag of food felt strange but you were insanely excited. During your waiting time you had been stalking Carmen's artist instagram as well as the parlor's. You had initially picked Carmen as your artist for this piece because of his style, but after really taking a close look at his new posts your mind was already collecting more and more plans for him to cover your body with. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't been enjoying those tattoo hot take videos of theirs. Honestly you were glued to your phone whenever either page posted something new.

You arrived early so you quietly sat down at the front after saying hi to Layla. From your spot you could see Carmen busy getting his station ready for you, your quickly folded, printed design taped to an armrest.

After a couple of minutes he came up to you, offering you something to drink before walking you to his station.

"So, you nervous?" His sweet smile made all of your nerves disappear and smile back confidently. "Not anymore now that you're here." You couldn't help it, you were so much more excited for this piece than your first ones.

Maybe because this is the first big one, or maybe because of the intricate colors. Obviously because of the insanely cute guy being up close and personal with your thigh for hours.

It surprised you how much effort he had put into your piece. "We never discussed the size, only the placement so I printed the linework in different sizes." He looks at your leg, comparing the prints. "Look in the mirror for me? Which one do you prefer?" His eyes follow yours through the mirror as he moves the stencils onto your leg one by one. "The second one, but maybe a bit higher up?" You leaned in slightly to tap your leg up t where you want the design to be and Carmen follows your taps, holding the paper carefully for you to judge in the mirror. “Yeah, that’s perfect!” You smile at him, following his movements as he puts the sheet between the foils and transfer paper and runs it through the machine. After cutting the piece out again he grabs a sharpie and kneels down in front of you. “Alright, I’m gonna need you to stand perfectly straight for me.” He puts his hands on your hips to turn you all the way to the mirror and places the piece of transfer paper onto your leg. “Right there, yeah?” “Yeah.” You stare as he takes the sharpie and marks its position before taking it off again. He grabs a bottle of liquid and puts some on hi8s gloved fingers to rub it onto your skin. “Okay now stay still.” He steadily holds the paper between his fingers, his pinkies resting against your skin for stability as he carefully lines up the markings and smoothes out the design onto your leg. Giving it a few careful brushes to make sure it stuck everywhere, he gives it a once over and peels it off carefully, checking if it transferred fully.

You watched him work with his full attention on you, no chatting with the other guys or casual conversation. Only making sure you’re getting the best work. When the stencil was fully off your leg he got back up again. “While that dries, lets go over colors.” With a hand on your lower back he led you towards the small desk hidden behind the bar like wall that separated the stations from the front of the shop. “This is what you brought,” His hand splayed out on the desk. “And this is what you requested for the coloring.” carmen opens a leather binder and pulls out a couple of pieces of paper, turning them over and placing them down for you to check. “Holy shit.” It was all you could get out, honestly. You had imagined what the finished concept would look like, but this was so much better.

“This one has the original colors your print has too, and then these two have small edits that I personally thought would look better on skin.”

The first one was what you requested, but the other two had such a better palette. “That one.” You put your finger on the last one, it had the best balance of the original colors and Carmen’s additions. “Yeah, that’s gonna be the one.” The excitement in your voice and that little bounce when you announced your decision had his heart do a flip. He smiled back at you and went to grab and prep all the colors needed for his work. “Go lay down for me? Make sure you’re comfortable and don’t touch the stencil.” You stared and nodded, hands behind you as you backed up against the leather seat and hopped on. He followed your movements while shaking multiple ink bottles. “Or stay seated, I guess, if you want to watch me work.”He smiled at your shocked blush as he turned back to his toolbox table and started pouring colors into tiny tubs. You watched as he compared needles, holding them to the printed line work and placing every needed item neatly on his workbench.

A few buzzes from the machine indicated the end of his setup.

“Okay now you really gotta lay down.” With a gesture of his hand he rolls over with his seat and positioning your seat so he can easily work on your thigh. Once he had you comfortable and got ink on he needle he gave you one last word that he was gonna start. You gave him a thumbs up in response. He looks up at you, raise brows as he asks again. “I’m gonna start now, you good?” “Yeah. Yeah I’m good to go.”

With that said he rubbed vaseline over the bit of skin where he decided to start and carefully pulled the needle across your skin. The scraping burn felt painful at first, but with time it faded into a dull feeling as you stared up at the ceiling catching Carmen’s gaze from time to time whenever he asked if you were doing okay or needed a drink.

By the time the lines were finished the rest of the artists had left for the day. Even Layla came by to have a look at he progress before she called it a day. You sat up and accepted the glass of soda, looking around the empty shop. "We usually don't do tattoos today. Just bookings and designing." He spends a moment cleaning his machine, changing to a different needle for the colors. "I got lucky and have most of my scedule filled out for the upcoming time, so I could take you today." He finishes up prepping for color and cleans off your leg once more with a quick "sorry.". You swore the alcohol on the towel hurt more than the needle.

“You good to start on colors?” You gave a nod in response and laid back down. “Yeah, let’s go!” He gave you an approving smile, loving that you answered him immediately this time.

The colored reference you chose was taped to an armrest next to you. Carmen studied it for a bit, choosing the best order of colors. Again, the buzz of the machine notified you of the start of round two. You kept your breathing even through that first burning moment again and laid still, relaxed and content. The two of you made some stupid small talk, joking here and there. Whenever silence took over for too long he’d start narrating whatever part he was currently coloring, or you would ask tattoo trivia questions that he’s happily answer for you.

The hours passed way quicker than you expected and before you knew it your leg was being cleaned up for the last time and you were carefully helped off the leather seat to take a look in he mirror. With a hand on your back he led you closer to the wall. “Man, walking feels weird now.” You mention and get a laugh in response. “It’ll have faded by tomorrow morning.” He looked at you from his spot beside you, taking in the way you’re staring at your new art piece in awe. “so?” His hand slid a little lower, squeezing right at the hem of your shorts. “What do you think?” His eyes were still on yours as he asked. “It’s perfect, holy shit Carm you’re amazing.” Your thigh was now decorated with the bold, black cartoony linework of a carebear, colored with pinks and blues, beautifully blending into each other and its details done in such smooth thin lines you could stare at it forever.

Your gaze left your tattoo and turned to the side, staring right into his eyes. Your eyes flicked over to his lips for a second before you grabbed his curls at the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Your sudden move caught him off guard but he quickly returned the kiss, one hand slipping lower onto your ass and the other one holding your hip to make sure you wouldn't rub your freshly tattooed skin against his jeans.

“Lets get that leg wrapped up, shall we?” He guided you back to his station to wipe and wrap your thigh, securing the wrap with pieces of tape.

You were leaned against the large seat with Carmen kneeling in front of you, his eyes on yours. In a moment of confidence you put your hand in his hair, carding your fingers through his curls as his hands moved up to the hem of your shorts waiting for your permission.

A tug on his curls lets him know him he could go ahead, carefully pulling down your shorts and panties while making sure he's not dragging the fabric over your wrapped up skin.

Looking up through his lashes he hooks your leg over his shoulder and inches closer until he's right at your centre. "You got no idea how long I've wanted to do this." With that he closes the gap amd his mouth is on you, his tongue dragging over your slit in a broad, slow stripe.

"Fuck, Carm.." Your fingers curled into his hair and  pulled him even closer. His nose brushed against your clit and his tounge easily slid into you, tasting all of you. His moans vibrated through you, having you buck your hips into him almost riding his face. He pulls away for a moment to breathe "Taste so good.. Bring this over for me next time you do a food run?" He jokes with his head against your good thigh, those bright blue eyes staring up at you.

You let out a breathy laugh. "Only on food runs?" The hand in his hair moved down to his jaw to guide him back up. His hands find your hips and in a moment his lips are back on yours. "Gotta thank my brother for always sending you over," He kissed along your jaw. "Got high, spilled about my little crush on the pretty one that brought our lunch that day." Moving your head your lips find his earlobe. "Chef may or may not have heard me talk about the cute artist with the blue eyes and pretty curls a couple of times.."

He smirks against your cheek and steals a kiss before grabbing you by the hips and turning you around.

One hand moves up to your back and presses forward so your upper body is laying against the cool leather of the tattoo chair, while the other kept your thighs at a small distance from the chair. With your head resting on your forearms you look back at him admiring you. When he caught you staring he gave you a quick look with raised eyebrows, looking down at where your ass was pressing against the front of his jeans before looking back into your eyes. A smile and a wiggle against him as response told him enough as he pulled his sweats and boxers down far enough to take out his cock ad rub it between your folds. “Don’t tease, Carmy.. Just put it in,” You press your hips into his again, practically begging him. “please..”

With a roll of his hips he pushes in slowly and leans down to kiss down your spine and softly bit your shoulder blade before setting a steady pace, holding your hips close to his so he won’t accidentally shove you into the chair. Your sighs and moans are sounding trough the parlor as he fucks into you with rhythmic thrusts. “You’re not charging me extra for the happy ending, are you?” Your smartass remark only got a pull on your hips and rougher thrusts as a response. He kept up his fast pace until you were seeing stars and his thrusts started getting sloppy. His forehead was pressed against your back as you clenched around him, taking a few more snaps of his hips before he stilled with a moan. “Shit, if you let me do this more often I might even let you walk out without paying at all."

You shifted so you could look back at him, sweat and curls stuck to his forehead, a tired amile on his face. "Fetch me something to clean up with and I will."

You both got cleaned up and laughed together, chatting about all kinds of stuff. Planning a small dinner date during opening night at the restaurant and betting on how each of your work teams would respond to the two of you dating.

You did end up not having to pay for the tattoo.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: lets all pretend Mikey runs the Beef and shit never went bad.

[pomegranate-fawn]

Weekly Update: ?!

Hiiiiii. Not a lot happened this week but I’m slowly becoming more emotionally stable so that’s like awesome! I was worried I’d only get worse and I am by no means in a great place, but just doing my best is all that I can. And I’m managing to keep my head above water so I should be a bit kinder to myself!

This is your only sneak peak at my super awesome and totally original story, Dear Nightingale. I left my bedroom to make some tea and when I returned I saw my cat sitting at my tablet like she was the one writing! I was really endeared by this and had to get a photo! I am on chapter 11 of this silly story and I’ve written over 36k words so far…It’s not even halfway done. I’m structuring it in books so this is just book one then I’ll move onto book two. I guess the reason I’m a bit shy about sharing it isn’t even the fact that I was inspired by Black Butler, it’s more so that in the past I knew a lot of people who claimed to be my friends and then would legit just take my OCS and stories from me. I’m not talking like oh I made a egl oc and then they did, it was like I made an egl oc named Chloe who had blue hair and a pet crow and then one of my friends would just draw her and be like “guys look at my new egl oc named Chole, she has blue hair and a pet crow”. And I wasn’t a great artist so often times I’d get harassment despite me being the original creator and it pushed me to give up on art, even now I’m still fearful that someone cooler or more popular than me will see my ideas and take them and I’ll somehow be called the copycat. But I promiseeeee I’ll try sharing my original works more!!!

I stated last week that I may stop my playthrough of Crimson Flower and I did. When I first got FE3H I was playing the game with two ex friends, one of them insisted to do Black Eagles, the other swooped in and declared herself the ultimate Blue Lions fan (she’s not she literally doesn’t even get Dimitri but whatever) and I was left with Claude. These two people were always so weird about claiming things as theirs and only theirs, it’s so strange looking back on it cause like even at my most defensive I’ve never been that way. Anyways jokes on them cause I ended up loving Claude and more over, Verdant Wind with my heart. I’m replaying it then I plan to do Crimson Flower then finally Azure Moon. A fire emblem compliment sandwich as I call it. I’m sorry I’m just not the biggest Edelgard fan but I may revoke that opinion after playing Crimson flower! But for now I want something I’m familiar with. SPEAKING OF FAMILIAR!

So I do plan to make a video (maybe just a dedicated post) to my mugs but I wanted to share one of my prized possessions! So I rlly love Rilakkuma and his little friend Korilakkuma. But finding merch of them I like it a bit tricky. While I love cute things I’m not a big fan of the “make something pink now it’s cute!” aesthetic that a lot of Sanrio and San-X characters usually have in merch. If a design is cute then it’s cute! It was hard to find a mug that wasn’t just that vibe until I found this. This mug wasn’t sold but was rather part of a lottery done at Lawson, a convince store in Japan. The lottery was held in 2011 and offered a few different merch offerings. Finding these mugs in good condition and for cheap was not easy. Listen unless a mug is really special I’m not paying a lot for it, like would I love to have the offical Funtom company tea cup and saucer? Oh absolutely. Am I paying over 200 for it from a scalper on eBay? No, not even a consideration. But I managed to snag both the Rilakkuma and Korilakkuma mugs for 20 bucks! Considering their age, quality, and relatively rare production, I consider it a good deal. Fun fact, just like how Korilakkuma is a little bit smaller than Rilakkuma in official art and merch, the Korilakkuma mug is a bit smaller than the Rilakkuma mug, I nearly sobbed at that!

This week I watched The Last Unicorn since I had only seen the first ten minutes one time in a doctor’s office. I don’t really know what to say about it. It’s such a strange film, I really loved it but it was just…like I said, it’s hard to articulate my feelings. It felt like a dream, not a fever dream but rather a dream that brings you joy and yet when it’s over, you wake up in a cold sweat, your heart isn’t racing but you still feel like you lost something as your dream slowly fades from you. It’s given me some ideas for my current writing which makes me happy. Now going onto a different topic, I wanted to talk briefly about fanfiction.

I studied English literature and got my B.A. in it and a minor in Queer studies. I believe fanfiction is important and is literature, but with that being said I think it’s limiting. I find that so many people just write fanfiction not because they like to but because they’re afraid to branch out and attempt to tell their own story. It’s bad in the fire emblem and twst fandoms, where people just write fanfiction and completely misinterpret a character to the point where they’re bastardized or repetitive. I think more people need to not only read literature outside of fanfiction but also just write what they want. It’s scary to write and not know if anyone will like it let alone read it, when writing for fandom you have a built in audience and it can provide a bit of a safety net, but sometimes it’s best to just branch out! Idk just my thoughts…I think so many people are deeply creative and I love seeing their oc’s so it makes me sad whenever someone who tries to do oc art eventually stops and either stops posting all together or only draws fanart…anyways music and video time!

I need to inject this song into my veins I need all of the Fullmetal alchemist cd’s so badly I may die!!! I love fma and fmab and the music is a big reason! It’s always so perfect, like I don’t know any other word for the ost other than perfect! I wish FMA wasn’t forgotten about except for when people wanna bring up female mangaka, I think it’s incredible that one of my favorite and first animes was made by a woman but FMA is so much more than a manga made by a woman. It’s a story about tragedy, war, violence, humanity, it’s beautiful. Though pls start with FMA if you plan to watch then watch fmab, just trust me…

I still start my morning with music videos and I also play them when I’m doing my daily yoga, it makes me feel like I’m at a fancy yoga studio and not in the front room of my house! I wanted to highlight a video from Duran Duran’s golden era! When I came out as lesbian to my mother (rather when I came out AGAIN to her at 20) she told me to watch this music video. I think this was her way of being like “I support lesbians” and recently she even told me she wants me to be the best lesbian to ever exist so even though she can still be weird with my sexuality she tried to find a way to connect with me. But I wanted to highlight this music video cause Duran Duran made a whole music video using ai not too long ago. It broke my heart when I saw it, I was already sad when my fav new wave band, Tears for Fears, used ai for an album cover, but seeing Duran Duran do a whole music video in ai was so upsetting! They haven’t done one since in AI like why did they make a single bad ai music video before returning to decent non ai music videos?! I’ll never know…

Now…I will not spoil Karma, I am not cruel. But if anyone wants to talk about it in dm’s or the comment section I’d love to! This is both a song recommendation and my video of the week! Alien stage is now over with Karma, the story that Vivinos and Qmeng wove was beautiful, heartbreaking, and hopeful. I could have not asked for a better ending for alien stage. If you haven’t checked it out yet, now is the best time to do so as the story is over. Karma was everything I could have ever wanted from alien stage and though it is a bit sad to see it end, I wouldn’t ask for any other ending.

[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 12

Warnings- Angst, threats, manipulation, touching without consent, mention of guns.

Steve's voice rang out, a playful complaint directed towards Bucky. “Hey, don't start without me,” he said, a hint of frustration in his tone.

Bucky chuckled, clearly unbothered by Steve's complaint. “Don't worry punk, let’s just take her home.” he replied with a smirk.

“NO!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with a mixture of annoyance and desperation.

Steve just chuckled, seemingly amused by your reaction, booped your nose. “You're so cute, baby doll.” he said with a smug grin.

You stood your ground, firmly stating your refusal, “I'm not going anywhere with you both!” you declared.

Bucky let out a sigh and removed his head from your neck, his hand moving to cup your face.

He looked at you intently, his eyes locking onto yours. “Doll,” he said, his tone firm, “you belong to us. Don't be stubborn. You know how we can just take you.”

Bucky then winked at you, a playful gesture designed to provoke a reaction. You met his gaze, your expression filled with disbelief and disgust.

Bucky was leaning in to kiss you, but Steve intervened, stopping him in his tracks.

“You just can't wait to have her, right?” Steve taunted.

Bucky shot Steve a glare before responding, “Shut up, punk,” he retorted. “I'm making up for lost time, and this is your fault too. You could have been more careful with Peggy.”

Steve smirked at Bucky's comment, clearly unrepentant about his actions.

As Steve and Bucky continued their conversation, their grips on you loosened, creating an opportunity for you to escape.

But just as you were about to reach the door, Bucky suddenly grabbed you from behind, his grip firm on your waist.

You could feel his breath on your neck as he moved closer, his body pressed against yours. As he grinded against you, you could feel his growing desire, his hands resting on your hips.

“Uh-uh, doll, you can’t leave...” he murmured huskily, his tone filled with a hint of warning. “don't make it any hard for anyone, be a good girl and come with us.”

You tried desperately to escape Bucky's grasp, shaking your head in protest. “No!” you exclaimed, trying to wriggle free.

But your efforts were in vain as Steve stepped in front of you, effectively trapping you between them. You were firmly sandwiched between the two men.

Steve took hold of Bucky's hand and started to slowly raise it up, stopping just below your breasts.

You squirmed and struggled, trying with all your might to break free. But their grip was unyielding, and Steve smirked as he asked, “How does she feel, bud?”

Bucky's response was a soft kiss on your temple followed by his fingers lightly, almost touchingly, grazing your breasts.

Just as things started to escalate, the entrance door suddenly banged open, drawing everyone's attention. Lloyd and Nick stood there, their expressions filled with a dangerous intensity that could only be described as deadly.

There was a tense silence in the room, as the two men stared at Bucky, Steve, and you, their eyes locked onto the compromising position they'd found you in.

The sight of Lloyd and Nick was a welcome respite for you, their presence seeming to bring some sense of normalcy. As Lloyd pointed his gun at Steve, you could barely contain your relief.

“Lloyd! Nick!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with a mix of fear and relief.

Nick mirrored Lloyd's action, aiming his own gun at Bucky.

“I saw Barnes yesterday,” Lloyd said, his voice hard and steady. “And Rogers, I was watching your bitch while he was following her!”

Despite the guns aimed at them, Steve and Bucky appeared unfazed. Steve casually addressed Lloyd, saying, “Hansen. What a displeasure to meet you.”

Bucky chimes in with a nonchalant tone, “What brings you here?”

Both men exuded an air of aloofness, as if the presence of guns did nothing to rattle them.

Lloyd's voice echoed through the room as he shouted, “I'm going to tell you this only once. You will leave Sugar alone. She's been through enough thanks to you both, and you don't want to mess with me. You'll regret it, and you won't be able to get rid of that regret.”

His words held a clear warning, hinting at the potential consequences if Bucky and Steve didn't comply with his demand.

Bucky, being the cocky man he was, couldn't resist making a sarcastic remark. “We were having such a good time, and you had to ruin it for us, right doll?” he said.

Steve chimed in, sounding annoyed. “I had told you, let's go home, but you just wouldn't listen.”

Despite the tense situation, Bucky and Steve seemed unfazed, their cocksure attitudes on full display.

Lloyd's growl was filled with irritation as Nick's patience began to wear thin. “I'm warning you for the last time,” he growled. “Let her go before me and Lloyd cut you into pieces.”

But Bucky and Steve didn't take the threat seriously. They burst into laughter, as if Nick had just told a joke.

With a smug expression, they both let go of you, standing in front of Nick and Lloyd. You quickly moved, seeking refuge behind Lloyd and Nick.

Steve's voice took on an icy edge as he issued a warning. “Now, I'm warning you. You can't risk killing us in public.” he said, his tone firm.

Bucky then joined in, adding, “You know they will shut down the place, and the poor kids won't have any money. Doll will be all alone because of you two.”

Their words hung in the air as they continued to face off with Lloyd and Nick, their expressions still cocky and unbothered.

“Y/n's aunt built this place, with so much struggle and hard work. But it will get shut down if you kill us here. Who would want to enter a cafe where murder takes place?”

You couldn't contain your anger any longer and blurted out, “I hate you both.”

Your words came out through gritted teeth, the bitterness and resentment apparent in your voice. It was clear that the recent events had pushed you to your limits, and your patience had frayed.

Lloyd's gaze was filled with anger as he growled, “Let's kill them.”

Nick, displaying more restraint, shook his head. “As much as I want to, we can't kill them in public. The authorities will shut down the place,” he said.

You looked at them with a mixture of desperation and resignation. “No...” you said quietly, your voice laced with worry. You couldn't let this place shut down, because of Steve and Bucky.

Your aunt didn't deserve this. Not did May, Happy, Peter and MJ.

Your emotions boiled over, and you shouted at Bucky and Steve with all your might, “GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!”

Your voice echoed through the room, filled with a mixture of anger and desperation. You stood your ground, pointing towards the door, demanding that they leave immediately.

Bucky let out a scoff and turned to Steve. “Steve, we should go. Just wait till she comes back to us. Trust me.” he said, his eyes glinting with confidence.

Steve nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips, “Okay.”

“I'd never leave you, doll.” Bucky said.

Steve turned his focus onto you, a condescending tone in his voice. “He's right, baby doll, and you can't trust Lloyd. You're just a pawn in his boring life. he remarked.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, you were not about to take his words to heart. You smirked back at Steve.

“Like you did? Oh wait, Lloyd has different ways to get revenge. Sex never has been one of them. I wonder how he will cheat?” you replied sarcastically.

Lloyd chuckled and responded, “Aww Sugar, you know me so well.”

Meanwhile Nick went to free Peter and MJ.

Lloyd's voice was firm as he addressed Bucky and Steve, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “This is your final warning.” he said sternly. “Stay out of our business and stay away from Y/N. She wants nothing to do with you both. Now off you go, shoo, and eat shit.”

He stood firm, his gaze unwavering, making it clear that he meant what he said and would not tolerate any disobedience.

Bucky and Steve glared at Lloyd before reluctantly leaving, but Steve couldn't resist tossing a parting remark in your direction. “Just wait and see, Y/n,” he warned, “He will cheat on you. You are ours, don't you forget that!”

As soon as they were gone, you crumpled into Lloyd's arms, relief flooding through you. “I'm so glad you are here...” you mumbled, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and safety in his embrace.

Lloyd smiled gently as he reassured you, “I'm always with you, Sugar.” He planted a comforting kiss on the top of your head.

Soon, Peter and MJ rushed to your side, embracing you in a tight group hug. “Don't you dare feel sorry for those two, shit heads!” they warned, with smiling faces.

You made the decision to close the café for the day, and as you observed Lloyd giving orders to his men to fix the door, you couldn't help but secretly suspect that he might have a business of selling doors on the side.

Before Peter and MJ left, you made sure to give them a stern warning. “Peter, MJ, call or text me when you guys reach home, okay?” you said, trying to maintain a serious expression, but they couldn't help giggling in response. They nodded and bid farewell to everyone, including Lloyd, who was still glowering at them.

Nick then stepped in and placed his hand gently on your shoulder, guiding you towards the car.

Lloyd's expression turned even more sour as he saw this, but Nick simply winked at him, adding a little more mischief to the situation.

Nick leaned in and watched as Jensen typed away on the keyboard, revealing that Bucky had been following you around town.

Upon hearing this, Lloyd seethed with anger, his voice filled with a primal fury. “He followed her around town? How dare that bastard touch her!” he exclaimed, already making plans to break Bucky's bones.

His anger only intensified when he noticed the bruises on your body, specifically the handprints on your knees, arms, and the bite mark left by Bucky. Lloyd fumed, the sight of your injuries fueling his rage even further.

It took twenty minutes of soothing words and reassurances from you to calm Lloyd down slightly. He was still visibly upset and worried, but his expression had softened somewhat. His mind kept wandering back to the 'what ifs' of the situation.

What if he had been just a moment too late to save you? He didn't want to think about what could have happened if he hadn't arrived in time, and the thought left a heavy weight in his chest.

You let out a breath and spoke up, your voice firm and unwavering. “I won't let him use me or manipulate me into believing that cheating on me was a mere excuse to punish Peggy. I'm not a pawn in anyone's game.”

As you revealed everything, Bucky and Steve had told you, their fury, disgust, and rage only intensified.

Lloyd's expression darkened, a dark grin spreading across his features. “I'll kill them piece by piece.” he vowed, his voice filled with menace.

You watched Nick with concern, knowing that they were on the verge of taking extreme measures right then and there.

Nick attempted to reassure you, saying, “We won't kill them... not for now.” But your doubts lingered, wondering if their promise would hold.

The guys slowly began to calm down a bit as they heard your suggestion. They exchanged looks with each other, their anger gradually subsiding.

Jake cocked his head and looked at you, his stomach grumbling in agreement. “I'm kinda starving, you know...” he joked. You chuckled and nodded at your new friend, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood.

The food proved to be delicious, and thankfully, none of the guys brought up Steve and Bucky again. You were relieved because you had no desire to discuss them any further. Lloyd got engrossed in a conversation with Jake as you excused yourself to head to your room.

Before leaving, Lloyd pulled you into a gentle embrace, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You couldn't help but smile at his affectionate gesture before he returned to join Jake once more.

Nick could sense the unease in your eyes and followed you into the room. He wrapped his arms around you, offering a comforting embrace as he spoke softly. “Hey…” “Hey…” you looked up at him.

“How are you doing? Talk to me, sweetheart. You know I'm a good listener.” You looked up at him with a weary smile, your voice tinged with exhaustion. “I don't know for how long I can keep pretending,” you admitted. “Today was a harsh reality check for me, Nick.”

Nick nodded, his expression filled with empathy. “Of course, darling...” he acknowledged. “It was worst for us too,” he continued. “Lloyd drove around like a madman. We were all so worried about you being alone with them. Poor Barber almost had an attack when he saw the pic.”

He continued holding you in his embrace, offering a supportive presence as you both reflected on the day's events.

“I hate them, Nick,” you confessed, your voice trembling. “I tried my best, but they...they still touched me.”

Nick pulled you closer, soothingly stroking your hair. “Shh, it's okay love,” he reassured you. “You're safe now. You're with us, and no one can come near you.”

“I slapped Bucky though,” you admitted. “He was misbehaving with Peter, so I had to.”

A small chuckle escaped you, as Nick momentarily lifted his head from the top of yours to look at your face before resting it back in the same place.

“I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself and the kids.” Nick replied, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You let out a small chuckle. “Good, I hope I hit him hard...” you muttered, a hint of satisfaction in your tone.

Nick offered, “Do you want me to take him down?”

You shook your head, your concern evident. “I don't know,” you sighed. “No, no, I don't want you and Lloyd to get into trouble because of me. You guys are doing more than enough for me already.”

“He won't give up so easily,” Nick pointed out, his voice soft. “Even Bucky, they both kept it together today.”

You nodded in agreement, a look of resignation on your face. “I know Steve…” you sighed. “He'll try to get me back, no matter what, with the help of Bucky.”

Nick's words filled you with a sense of comfort and reassurance. “Like Lloyd said, let them do whatever they want, but we'll show them, what we are capable of doing.” he promised firmly. “I promise you, Y/n, no one will hurt you as long as I'm alive. You have me, sweetheart. And yeah, Lloyd too.”

He rolled his eyes playfully at the mention of Lloyd and you both chuckled.

Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips tenderly to your forehead, tightening the embrace around you. Determined to protect you at all cost.

Part 11- Part 13

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[strarri]

here is me just rambling about kimetsu gakuen obamitsu :33 1.6k word vomit i did not reread this whatsoever and i might just continue!!

obamitsu in the kimetsu gakuen needs more appreciation… i find obanai and mitsuri’s relationship in the kimetsu gakuen just so cute and its tearing me apart GRHAHHHHH

it’s an alternate universe, so just imagine the two in a relationship without demons without trauma. i still don’t get why obanai still wears a mask even though we’ve seen the snake demon in the diner and he doesn’t seem to know her at all so i’m assuming they kept it for his signature designs sake. i understand it since there are alot of writing holes on all of the characters in the gakuen, since you do take away the demons that make them, well them?? small headcanon that obanai is just allergic to everything that it’s embarrassing

he still has issues with eating food in public and still eats small portions or nothing at all, and the writers just stuck with him being aftaid of women?? (shown in chapter 10 and the extra scene in chapter 30) so they really just kept him as obanai iguro with no trauma. it’s kind of sad that the gakuen author never mentioned a reason why he’s still the same but it is just a highschool au and there’s nothing we can do about it either way. i find it rather unfortunate that iguro barely appears in the gakuen at all

i really do love obanai and mitsuri’s wardrobe in this au though, their outfits look really comfy and even matching their personalities. a part of me doesn’t imagine mitsuri to be the type to wear revealing clothing, not that it’s a problem or anything!!!! but her vibes just remind me of a gal who lives in the fifth floor apartment taking care of 23 cats, i think she’s a cat lady. her outfits in the gakuen consists of pieces like turtlenecks, long skirts, jackets, and maybe hats and i LOVE ITT!!! considering she’s an artist as well so her outfit colors are so cute and sandwich well together

and i just love obanai’s wardrobe is like a basic middle aged teacher and it’s so funny he really is just some basic guy with or without demons…. the kind of guy who has “I 🩷 my GF”(mitsuri bought them matching mugs) or “No. #1 Snake Guy” (mitsuri gave him that as a christmas present) imprinted on his coffee mug. or OR his favorite mug is just a cute cat mug.. that mitsuri gave him….

it’s really obvious but i noticed that obanai and mitsuri are actually dating/ and their relationship is so healthy that it’s like “oh my gosh i saw a kite today” and sends a picture to the other person thinking they’d like how it looked, like they talk to eachother about EVERYTHINGG that goes on in their life, because they wish they were together in that moment!!! i think they just communicate alot and it’s adorable.. but i just noticed this cute detail in the chapter where gyomei was trying to get the cat plushy and mitsuri wanted to take a pic of tengen and him and send it to iguro because it was funnyy and the one where she was talking about her lil sushi manga.

i think their occupations in the gakuen are just really silly in general, i can visualize mitsuri stressing about her college terms and part time job and asks obanai to help her😭being a teacher is arduous work as well though so at times their schedules definitely aren’t well fitting so… i’d like to think that they visited each others places to study??work?? or just be in each others presence to lighten the stress <33

mitsuri is the cliche broke college student, working her ass off to pass her class and to pay for her month’s worth of rent soo, buying things for her own accord is probably a rare occasion for her, and obanai probably funds alot of it😭😭mitsuri isn’t the type to ask for things, so obanai probably volunteers to treat her to things like restaurants, get her nails done, buy some materials for her drawings whenever her money is in the slums, though i know mitsuri can handle herself of course!!

in one of the extra panels in chapter 30, though iguro is afraid of women, and especially eating food infront of others, he still tries his best to not upset the students who don’t deserve of it. he still thought of a solution to help the butterfly triplets with their medicine stall even if he himself couldn’t taste test their medicine and it shows that he still cares for his students, though definitely has a bad side with the lousy ones

mitsuris hobbies are like the silliest thing ever and it’s so fitting for her?? she just draws cute little characters just for the sake of making people smile and giggle and i love her for it. i think she’d go to iguro whenever she was facing writers block trying to make an outline for her manga considering he is a teacher and all??? if it were anyone else, iguro would probably think the idea of food manga was silly, maybe childish(?) but it’s mitsuri he has grown to her silliness!! if mitsuri were to ask iguro for critique or advice he’d probably have to broaden his own imagination because obanai seems like the type who can’t even comprehend the idea of walking food.. he is REALLY closed minded

mitsuri has an image of iguro where he’s like the sweetest, nicest, well adored teacher ever(maybe an overstatement?? im totally convinced) and it’s actually so funny.. like what if she found out iguro tied his students up on a daily basis and throws bottle rockets at them just for being noisy?? and even better what if this image of him still remained in her head after knowing that nevertheless??? she’s so hopelessly inlove its pathetic and it’s KILLING MEEE

i’d like to imagine that mitsuri would just text him while he was in the middle of the class and then he’d just run to get his phone the moment his gf texts him, and then someone like zenitsu goes like “mr. igurooo, how d-“ “shut up!” ???? he needs to cut zenitsu some slack but its way too funny

and and!!! even though they have phones since this au takes place in the modern era, they still send love letters to eachother crow style??? and mitsuri’s letters are designed so cutely it actually hurtsss… they’re genuinely so romantic and no shame in that at all!!!! like fuck texts look at them doing traditional romantic gestures:33

this applies to literally any other universe but i still think it’s cute, i don’t think iguro is written to have any trauma in the gakuen but he deals with ed and probably some stress from being a highschool teacher, yet mitsuri is the one person that melts those cold walls of his and he’s able to show vulnerability towards her :(( he really does his best to show how much he loves her by putting so much thought into his gifts and actions, like hell he needed help from two highschool students just to decide a gift for mitsuri but knowing her she would have love him to be with her all the same.

there is clear sign that mitsuri doesn’t doubt that he loves her at all!! there are still steps and layers in their relationship that are yet to be but mitsuri willingly waits for him nevertheless, and of course iguro waits for her as well.

i’m just so happy that there was nothing like demons and trauma to stop them from expressing their love for eachother, in the second fanbook it is mentioned that mitsuri never confessed to iguro due to the trauma from her previous marriage interview (fuck that guy) and that she has always thought he was just nice to others. which probably proves my statement from before? iguro could shoot her ex and mitsuri would still be head over heels for him?? OR MAYBE MORE????

but yeah again their relationship being official in the gakuen brings me pure bliss😭and the two wouldn’t have to embarrassingly pine for eachother until they reached their death bed. i just find their relationship so cute and intriguing, i’m dead glad it’s canon but i really wish there was more content of them shown in the anime in some way. especially mitsuri, she was barely given two minutes of screentime in the hashira training arc and it hurts me, it’s sad because her breathing style is such an awesome concept but it’ll barely be given screen time going forward. i personally love kimetsu no yaiba and its story, and i appreciate that it actually focuses on the fighting elements, but i really wish that they gave a bit more credit to one of their most significant romantic elements.. (includes hakuji and koyuki & amane and kagaya i love them) some more official art would’ve been nice i’d continue talking about this but it’s derailing from the gakuen topic😭

most of my source is just chapter 10 and some mentions from other chapters but… if you need pictures of my points i can provide. mostly?? i really just need more gakuen chapters specifically obamitsu centric it’s not funny anymore. i’d love to know how they got together and as i’m writing this im beginning to scramble my brain for ideas so i could make a fanfic outline that i’d probably just draft again… if someone were reading this post i encourage you to write an obamitsu gakuen au PLEASE.. maybe a long fic haha… but anything is enough for me really, there are barely any fics i find on ao3 considering most of the ones i find are really just obamitsu as a side ship which kinda makes me sad, i do personally aspire to become better at writing so i could start making stuff for others to enjoy as well but my time is diminishing as i have alot to do.

i think this is enough rambling<33 i’d hope to spread the obamitsu brainrot because i dont want to be the only one stuck here

anyways dropping screenshots but just read the kimetsu gakuen😭💗

Chapter 10 is obamitsu centric but there are bits on other chapters! :3

https://ww7.demonslayermanga.com/chapter/kimetsu-gakuen-chapter-1/

[babygoatnathaniel]

Chapter 1 of Doll

Marc P.O.V

‘Me and Nathaniel were in my room working on our latest comic. I was writing and he was watching me in silence. Neither of us really liked talking while making the comics other than giving the other some ideas. It was nice, to have someone who understands me and enjoys being my friend. Friend. I loved being Nathaniel's friend but I want to be more. I want to be his boyfriend. But I doubt he likes me. I am just a stupid shy writer after all with no social skills. These degrading thoughts! They haunt me even when I am happy. Years ago before I met Nathaniel I was bullied severely and had depression thanks to my bully. I think her name was Iris or something. She made up lies about me and poked and prodded at me being gay and gender fluid. I slipped in and out of suicide during those years but even now I sometimes have depressed thoughts but I'm better ever since Iris disappeared. I realized I must have been spacing out because Nathaniel was calling my name, shaking my slightly, and holding my hands. 

"Marc!" He called my name. "Yes?" I asked. "You were spaced out for like thirty minutes." He told me, calmer now. "Sorry Nathaniel..." I mumble. "I guess I just got a little distracted with thoughts." I add. He smiles at me. "It's fine. Maybe we should take a break though?" He suggested. He was always so kind to me no matter what. I loved being that about him. He was always so kind. "Here, how about you run get some water and food for you and I'll start drawing some basic designs for what you wrote." He smiled at me. I nodded and left the room. He was such a caring person! I couldn't help but love him. I went to my kitchen and filled up two cups of water, one for me and one for Nathaniel. My parents are currently out of town for like a week to a month. They often have to go on business trips and I'm fine with that. More time for me and Nathaniel to ourselves. I also make us peanut butter and marshmallow fluff sandwiches. (A/N: If you haven't tried them I recommend you do. They are good.) After that I head back to my room to Nathaniel gone and my doll of him out. Yes I have a doll of mine Nathaniel that I had begged Marinette to make me like two months ago. She teases me but never questioned it. I bet she has a doll of Adrien somewhere. It's not creepy. I hope. 

Nathaniel P.O.V

I watched Marc write before he froze. I looked at him waiting for him to continue for like five minutes before I realized he had spaced out again. I sighed. He often does this so I know he is overthinking something and won't hear, see, or feel the things I do or say for a bit unless I snap him out. "Marc, I love you and you mean the world to me." I tell him like I do every time he spaces out. I'm used to it and the first time he did this I accidentally confessed and he never said anything about it so I started to confess my feelings every time he spaces out, practicing how I would when I finally build up enough courage since he probably didn't like me anyways. My parents always taught me the world doesn't want to see a man in love with another man so I tried to hide my feelings even after I fell in love. But it was unmistakable, I am in love with Marc. Like sure often the comics we wrote together with his script ideas had at least one gay character or couple. But still, that doesn't mean he is gay. Right? I mean neither of us really talked about our sexuality and identity so yea. Anyways like thirty minutes after he spaced out I started shaking him gently and holding his hand and calling his name. 

"Marc!" I called. He snapped out. "Yes?" He asked me. His big round innocent green eyes were so cute. "You were spaced out for like thirty minutes." I calmly told him. "Sorry Nathaniel... I guess I got a little distracted with thoughts." He mumbled. I smiled at him. He was adorable. "It's fine. Maybe we should take a break though?" I asked. I wanted to make sure the love of my life was fine. "Here, how about you run get some water and food for you and I'll start drawing basic designs for what you wrote." I told him with a smile. He nodded and left the room. He was so sweet and deserved the best. I only wish I could be that best sometimes. But I know I'm nowhere near what he deserves. I am quick to temper, act on impulse, lie all the time even if it's never to him, and so much more. I start to draw some quick sketches based off his writing when a zap of light came through Marc's window, not breaking it, and hit me. I closed my eyes quickly but found they became forced open. I felt weird... strange. Everything looked bigger. Then Marc, who also was a lot bigger, walked in. It was as if I had shrank or something. He looked at me weirdly and looked around. "What's this doing out?" He spoke aloud, picking me up. What did he mean? "I thought I put my Nathaniel Doll up?" He wondered aloud. Hold up, back up. 1. He had a doll of me? That's so cute and maybe a bit creepy but I don't really care. 2. IM A DOLL WHAT? Marc then set me on his bed then looked around. "I guess Nathaniel left." He sighed sadly. I felt so bad for him but I couldn't talk or move. Only stare as Marc cried. I wish I could comfort him but I couldn't even move. Besides, it would scare him if a doll of me started moving and talking. Poor baby. He picked me back up and hugged me tight as he cried. If I wasn't a doll I would be blushing like there was no tomorrow but I can't blush at the moment. Damn. Marc held me close to him and sobbed. "Why did Nathaniel leave?" He whispered. I felt bad.’

Okay what do you think? Somewhere on my pf the link to the book is posted. Nine chapters are currently out and uh yea. This may be the worst thing you have ever seen it may be the best idk. The timeline is very inconsistent and makes little to no sense half the time. But that’s what AUs are for, making no sense!

[stardestroyer81]

🥪 Introducing... Door2Door! 🥪

Door2Door stars twenty year old possum Gigi Dempster, who lives in a rather ramshackle, podunk town in Vermont called Bendersville. After sending numerous job applications all over town with no word back, she finally lands herself a delivery driver position at an unassuming locally-owned sandwich restaurant named Dine 'n Dash. With no prior experience in the art of crafting a mighty fine sandwich or running a delivery route, Gigi is strapped in to experience the whirlwind of a first time food service job firsthand, and in an unpredictable town like Bendersville, quite literally anything can happen.

(For more information on what Door2Door is— as well as a handful of progress images— please consider checking underneath the cut!)

At last, witness unveiling of my latest project I've spent the last month conceptualizing, Door2Door! What once came about as a silly idea of basing a project after an inner-city delivery driver inspired after a certain gameplay section in Spongebob Squarepants: Revenge of the Flying Dutchman, it has since blossomed into one of my dearest passion projects yet!

Though, before I get into any further detail behind Door2Door and its creation, I must stress— none of the above five images hail from a lost late nineties/early 2000s Cartoon Network show, and if by chance any of them were enough to fool you into thinking they were, then that just means I achieved what I set out for! 💙✨

Now, about a month ago, I'd been watching a retrospective on the critically un-acclaimed Spongebob Squarepants: Revenge of the Flying Dutchman, a game I had growing up. It's important for me to mention that I had seen and personally played the aforementioned gameplay section before, though for some reason seeing it again struck me with a brilliant project idea.

Anyone who's been following me for at least a year knows that I've designed a cavalcade of candied characters for my own arcade game concept, Rascal, and initially my idea for Door2Door— which I also called Project JJ (In reference to the sandwich chain Jimmy John's)— was to give it a plot simple enough to translate into an arcade game.

The idea was that you played as a plucky delivery driver who rides through the streets of a seedy city to deliver a food order to the... er, order-ee. But your progress would be impeded by a fiendish gang of mobster alley cats who are after your sandwiches, so there would have definitely been a large cartoony element to the gameplay loop.

I drew concept art for Door2Door's protagonist, then known as Marcy, though I really wasn't vibing with either drawing. For one, making the protagonist a cat seemed a bit overdone, and I already have a cat character who's name rhymes with Marcy, so that had to go. More so, I also couldn't settle on a good spriting style, which prompted me to rethink the whole project.

Well, there is a general aura of cartooniness to Door2Door, I thought, why not just embrace that vibe whole-heartedly and reshape the project into a long-lost late nineties cartoon?

I did like the idea of having an excuse to drawing more animation cels, though if I was going to make Door2Door into something resembling a cel-animated cartoon, I was prepared to go the full distance in nailing that aesthetic, in the form of how characters are designed and the way I go about drawing each screenshot.

For those unfamiliar with cel animation, essentially it can be described as a traditional form of animation and involves objects— usually characters— being hand-inked and painted on clear celluloid sheets and placed over painted backgrounds.

Above, I've provided a visual for what a standalone 'cel' from Door2Door would look like, coupled with a hand-painted background. When overlaid on top of one another...

... you would get this! This is exactly how cartoons were animated up until the era of digital inking and coloring... but that begs the question. How am I achieving a hand-drawn and painted aesthetic if everything I've shown so far has been drawn digitally?

I have my ways! It involves a lot of studying how individual cels of animation look, and taking note of recurring hallmarks; grainy textures, paint blemishes, drop shadows, etc. Above, I've assembled a small gif of my process in composing a screenshot for Door2Door, from lineart to final product!

So, that all should loosely explain it; Door2Door is what would happen if I were in charge of a late nineties Cartoon Network show, and what you've seen here is merely the beginning. Going forward, I will be posting art of Door2Door's main cast with some additional character information and concept art for each one, though for the time being, enjoy all five art pieces I've supplied for this post— they are perhaps the biggest works of mine yet this year! 💙🏳️‍⚧️✨

[soausdsfp]

Cancelled SOAUSDSFP Chapter 5 Attempts

FIRST OFF, GO READ THE NEW SOAUSDSFP CHAPTER 1!!!!

Now then, Let's get into detail about this year-long production hell.

The original run of SOAUSDSFP only had 4 chapters, with the 4th releasing on July 1st, 2024. Immediately, an attempt to create chapter 5 was made;

Erika and Aimaiko

The cover art was done by Mari.

This chapter was supposed to be INCREDIBLY ambitious. I have a script for it which I'm gonna pull an excerpt from right here:

"Price: NO WAY! I’LL GET OUT OF HERE ALIVE AND I’LL KILL YOU!!! Aimaiko appears. In her hand, she has a toaster that’s powered by one of the power sources that extend on the rooftop. Price: YOU… BASTARD!! Aimaiko: Blehh! Aimaiko drops the toaster Aimako: Ooh, Whoopsie!! :P The toaster drops all the way down into the water which Price was floating on, and it instantly electrocutes and kills him. Price: AUGGGGHHHHHGGGGHHHHGGGHHHH"

See? Ambitious.

The basic gist is that Jozai gives Aimaiko and Erika a quest to do really early in the morning, because they have a big task to do; To eliminate one of Jozai's competitors after he catches wind that they're planning to kill him. They devise a plan that's really weird, because they somehow have a spaceship + An entire CLONE of Aimaiko just sitting around.

I remember writing this on call with Mari a long long long time ago, but it's clear that it would've been too much to make. Considering the page amount of the older SOAUSDSFP chapters (which were filled with so much unnecessary padding and dialogue) this would've been like, 200 pages. It's clear to see why this one got canned, not like the other ones.

This is the promo art I originally made for this chapter, it was on the website for like an INSANE amount of time (albeit not listed, you'd have to go to the search bar to find it.)

These were concept arts. In the 1st image, The top right character labelled "SLU" (Sentient Laptop Uncle) is the name of who is known in the script for this chapter as "Mr. Price". He actually originates from a project that I had in 8th grade for a short story called The Brave Little Toaster, but NOT the Disney one. It was just coincidentially called that, and had some villain named "Loony Goony." We were supposed to make a comic out of the story, and that was the design I gave him. (If I can find the original drawing I did of him, I'll edit it onto here.) I remembered he existed, and decided to repurpose him for this chapter.

The Goons are just the people that patrol his building in Texxaido (A portmanteau of Texas and Hokkaido.)

Meredith is the name that Erika always uses for her disguises, and for this chapter, this is what she would look like.

If you look very closely, you'll see that there's a sketch behhind this drawing. I never knew that I used to do sketches for my pre-2025 comics! It makes me feel a little ashamed, because this lineart really sucks.

Now, we move onto the next cancelled Chapter 5...

A Restaurant Mishap

The cover art was done by Mari. The creation date for the manuscript of this chapter was September 30, 2024.

This chapter is also something that I had tried to plan out earlier. Originally, it was just a little sloppy comic/storyboard thing in one of my sketchbooks. It's probably very hard to read. but here it is:

Around the time of the production for this comic, the animation was starting to be planned (it's still being worked on; For the pilot episode, we finished the storyboard, got most of the voicelines, doing layout drawings, and even have finished some scenes!). The basic plot synopsis is that Jozai (on behalf of Imusa [formerly Oppai-chan but I want to change her trait from being "r/animemes" to just a funny looking mean person in general, kinda like Iyami from Osomatsu-kun]) wants to steal a secret recipe of a famous sandwich shop in the heart of New Yorsaka; All for Imusa to have to herself.

Jozai uses Aimaiko and Meer Moor to carry out this task and in attempting to go to the back of the shop to steal the recipe, they get caught by the owner (I'll get more into detail about her in a bit!), but it turns out that she's too overwhelmed from all the business she gets so she just takes them in as employees. Aimaiko and Meer Moor have to get up to whatever trouble ensues as they run the restaurant.

The owner character in this chapter is a cat lady named 'Kaoru Kitematsu', here's her model and character bio. She was designed by Mari.

(I don't really recall Lulu working at the shop to be planned in the chapter, but if this character bio says so, it must be true.)

She's actually a redesign of a older character, from a set of background characters that Mari had made in 2023 when the comic hadn't been made and the series was supposed to be a (now obviously cancelled) animation called 'Slice of Life Quest'.

You can probably tell, but that's her all the way on the right.

Mari wanted to redesign her for this chapter, and I gave a small draft redesign for her to work with based on the personality she was looking for, right here:

I still like the one that I did, but Mari's one is still really great too (I like all three of the designs here!)

Moving on from the cat woman, this chapter was also supposed to introduce Lulu into the comic (something that I still need to do).

Lulu's been around for a while, her lore has been really developed by her creator (hi mo :money_mouth:) to a point where there's a lot of things that I can work with, and Lulu has of course been present in many SOAUSDSFP cast drawing artworks. And yet, In SOAUSDSFP's main work, - the comic - Lulu has still not appeared. I plan to fix that soon with SOAUSDSFP's new serialization!

Unlike the 1st cancelled chapter 5, this chapter wasn't really ambitious. I gave up on it for these factors:

My art style was changing. I was experimenting drawing Aimaiko more cartoony looking (which led to the whole pipeline that is my current art style). These are some examples from October-November.

Now compare these examples with this:

I hope you can see where I'm coming from with this reason.

I had no clue what to write for the story. This is typical of me, I hadn't really any idea of what to do after the basic exposition of this chapter. What would Aimaiko be facing at the restaurant? How would they steal the recipe? Would they fail or succeed? I had no clue for any of this, and this is probably due to the next reason;

It got boring to draw this story. Around this time, something clicked in be that just made me COMPLETELY unable to make the long stories that I used to (this is probably for better in my opinion) and it just made me lose motivation to work on it.

I'd love to revisit it, but I'm most certainly going to condense it down to around 8-11 pages if I do.

CHECK OUT THE CONTINUATION POST!!

[hummingbird24220]

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five: Sword, Simp, and Chaos

The walk back to the Sunny was slow, comfortable—three pairs of footsteps moving in an easy rhythm. You were relaxed, full from the picnic, and still a little floaty from what had actually been a mature, emotionally fulfilling conversation.

Which is why you were wholly unprepared for the ambush waiting on deck.

The second your foot touched wood, Luffy’s voice rang out from the mast:

“You’re back! SOOOO—what’s the team name?!”

You blinked up at him. “…The what?”

Nami strolled over with the kind of smirk that spelled doom. “Oh, don’t play dumb. You three are a unit now.”

Robin joined her, hands folded neatly, eyes sparkling with interest. “It’s only natural you have a proper label.”

Zoro sighed, already turning like he was about to jump back into the ocean. Sanji buried his face in one hand. “Please, no.”

Usopp ran in holding a whiteboard. “We’ve got suggestions!”

You sputtered. “YOU MADE A LIST?!”

Luffy nodded proudly. “We all did! Nami said I couldn’t suggest ‘Boob Team,’ so I went with—”

“NO ONE is voting on your ideas, Luffy,” Nami snapped.

Chopper held up a little sign. “I liked ‘Triple Trouble’…”

“‘Meat Between Men,’” Usopp read off the board with a straight face. “Submitted anonymously.”

You shrieked. “WHO—”

Robin coughed. “It was me.”

Zoro groaned.

Sanji—who was suspiciously quiet—glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and said dryly, “Let’s not pretend this wasn’t your fault. You started the sandwich metaphor.”

You held your head high. “I stand by it.”

Luffy suddenly pointed at you with both hands. “Ooooh! I’ve got it!!”

Everyone froze.

He beamed. “Team Sword & Simp & Chaos!”

The deck exploded.

Zoro: immediately insulted. “I’m not a sword, I’m a person.”

Sanji: offended but flattered. “You’re calling me the simp? At least I know how to express emotion!”

You, choking on air: “Wait, I’m chaos?!”

Nami: “You literally drank a truth potion voluntarily.”

Robin: “And declared your love in front of everyone without blinking.”

Chopper: “You also tackled a cloud for Luffy’s approval last week.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. “…Okay, fine. I accept the chaos title.”

Zoro muttered something about throwing Luffy into the sea. Sanji sighed dramatically and put an arm around your shoulders. “If we must be named, at least put me at the front. Alphabetical order.”

“Are you saying you should be ‘Simp, Sword, and Chaos’?” you asked sweetly.

He blinked. “Wait—no—”

Too late. Usopp was already writing it on the whiteboard. Luffy was chanting it. Franky was designing a flag.

You groaned and slumped between your two favorite disasters.

“…This is our life now, isn’t it?”

Zoro gave you a sideways glance. “You started this.”

Sanji sighed. “You love it.”

And despite yourself—despite the embarrassment, the shouting, the sheer lack of privacy—

You did.

—---------

The teasing didn’t stop.

Even after the initial chaos settled, even after Zoro threatened to yeet Luffy into the sea and Sanji started stress-cleaning the galley for the third time that day, the crew would not let it go.

By dinner, the board with “Team Sword & Simp & Chaos” had mysteriously gained glitter, a crude drawing of Zoro kissing Sanji (you had suspicions about Robin), and Chopper’s scribbled addition of three hearts and “power polytrio!!” at the bottom.

You sat wedged between your two boys—Zoro begrudgingly passing plates, Sanji trying not to make heart-shaped rice balls by accident—and said, very casually:

“…Or, if we’re still brainstorming names, how about ‘Zosan + (Y/N)?’”

A pause.

A beat of silence.

Then—

Zoro turned his head slowly, eye twitching. Sanji froze mid-pour of your drink.

“What?” Sanji said, voice cracking.

“Like... y’know,” you grinned. “Classic pairing. Established fandom. I’m just the bonus content.”

Zoro lunged first. “NOPE—”

You cackled as he dragged you into a noogie, knuckles grinding gently against your scalp.

“Take it back,” he growled, even as his lips twitched at the edges.

“Never!” you laughed, kicking your legs out as Sanji leaned in to add to the chaos.

“Oh, bonus content?” Sanji said, slipping an arm under your knees and trying to scoop you off the bench. “I’ll show you bonus—”

“NOT AT THE TABLE,” Nami shouted, smacking him with a rolled-up napkin.

Chopper screamed, “TOO YOUNG FOR THIS!!”

Luffy yelled, “Team Chaos! Engage!!” and ran in circles for no reason.

You ended up breathless, slightly disheveled, and pressed between your two disasters, cheeks sore from smiling, heart doing that weird fluttery thing again.

Robin, observing from the far side of the table, raised her wine glass. “Personally, I’m still partial to SanZo + Chaos.”

Zoro groaned into his hand. Sanji flicked a pea at her.

You beamed, arms slung around both their shoulders.

“I think whatever we’re called,” you said brightly, “it’s safe to say we’re the crew’s new favorite soap opera.”

“Damn right,” Usopp muttered, already scribbling in his journal. “Season two is off to a wild start.”

[wolfertinger]

its painfully clear that salems representation of fat characters isnt coming from a place of genuine appreciation and understanding. its purely fetishistic. theres a difference between depicting diverse body types with care and just slapping exaggerated features onto a character for personal gratification. and he does the latter every single time.

its even more obvious when you compare how he treats different body types in his art. theres no depth, no personality, no nuance. just the same over-the-top, hypersexualized aesthetic copy-pasted over and over. its not representation. its objectification. the fact that he doesnt seem to realize (or care) how dehumanizing that is just makes it worse.

this, is what gets me. his double speak. he on one side of his mouth, claims to be only drawing, for representation. and claims, if you see his art as fetishistic in nature, that is a you problem, for daring to possibly see fat people, in a sexual light. but then, on the other side of his mouth. he admits, to drawing his sonas with larger body types, than his own. he admits, to finding fat/fat people hot, even if if is at the detriment, of that fat persons humanity.

for example. him having enough understanding, to make a post where he acknowledges the extreme distastefulness, of making the one fat character, not only not even fat, but making her A LITERAL COW, whose main feature is that she loves to eat, (literally eating a whole sandwich in one bite, as well, as her default art being released, with her with food always in her hands/crumbs around her mouth.) that she is a physically imposing wrestler bc of her weight, literally SLAMMING HER BODY WEIGHT DOWN on enemies. this objectively, is a fatphobic design. at best, it is ignorant. and salem willfully looks past this, only focalizing on, "hnngg fat cow girl" .

you can tell, he does not actually suffer from or face, fatphobia. because he does not go, outside. he has never, been bullied for his weight. he has never, been called a fat cow. he has never had food taken off his plate, with the excuse, "youve already eaten enough". he has never not been able to find clothes, in public. he has never had people in the street gawk or laugh at him. beacuse if he did. maybe, he would understand, why other fat people are upset, rather than falling back on his usual defense, of "im ___ so i can make this joke, and if you are also this and disagree with me, youre wrong and a fascist nazi kiwifarmer truscum!"

he doesnt even try to hide it. just the difference alone, in how he refers to a joke post, claiming "using ftm" makes you transphobic. despite the og poster, being a transgender man. whats wrong, salem. can your identity, suddenly not be used as a shield, against criticism? ironic. considering that, is all you ever do.

his "jokes", should always be taken in good faith, and if questioned, its just a joke, and you are taking him, too seriously, and you need to step back. if YOU joke about HIM. he gets to post, a bible length post, about how you are actually crusty hitler incarnate, and you will die, miserable and alone. what the fuck?

[autisticsupervillain]

FTF Shorts: Not Even Close!

A vs show where the longer analysis and set up is skipped in order to briefly explain why a certain fight is nowhere near close.

This Week's Fighters....

Son Goku vs Oz!

Conditions:

A complete composite of Goku pulling powers and feats from every single official continuity. Crossovers not counted for either.

Breakdown:

Alright, the first thing we have to look at when discussing this fight is stats. Now, I could stand here all day going over their lower end feats, such as Calculester destroying the moon, Piccolo drstroying the moon, or Damien punching the sun, etc. But, frankly, both of these characters scale so high that doing so would just be pissing in the wind. Both of these characters scale to the higher echelons of their cosmologies, so it's best to just take this from the top.

Cosmology:

While the baseline Dragon Ball universe is already exponentially larger than our own, Dragon Ball Heroes goes the extra mile by giving Goku a massive multiverse to scale to.

It's been stated that the continuity of Heroes has infinite alternate histories with infinite timelines and infinite worlds.

Resting on top of all of that is the Crack of Time, a superdimensional realm existing around the entire multiverse that is above time itself.

Problem is, Oz can match it.

Oz is an ancient eldritch diety created by the Nothingness, designed to destroy the entire multiverse, with is stated to contain infinite timelines. Zoe refers to the ancient gods created by the Nothing by their old names. Zoe is the embodiment of Despair but then gave up that name to become Zoe. Oz is the embodiment of Fear, but gave up that name to become Oz. An alternate timeline version of Oz, who didn't abandon its calling like he did to live like a mortal, even attempts to urge them to bring about "the end of all things".

What's more, we know definitively that these universes contain the 5th Dimension, which Oz can reach by.... partying really hard.

I couldn't find a let's play to screenshot. Sue me.

This by itself would already put Oz on par with Goku, as Oz has several feats that would scale him to this level. Becoming one with all reality, turning reality off and on again reducing it to nothing, eating a sandwich with literally everything in existence on it, and etc. Gag feats? Sure, but no one blinks when Spongebob does it.

However, it gets exponentially worse for Goku from here, thanks to the Metaverses.

See, the Metaverses are infinitely smaller digital realities with dimensional structures different from the baseline universe (as stated by Polly). There are countless, possibly infinite, amounts of Metaverses with in each other, constantly traveling downwards. Oz and friends travel down these Metaverses for hours on end without finding the bottom and aren't even sure if they've found the bottom by the end of it.

Polly: THIS is the third dimension everyone keeps hyping up? I'm not a fan. Go deeper!

This means that every individual universe within Monster Prom has unquantifiably countless dimensional layers within them. And Oz was specifically created to destroy an infinite amount of these universes. That's..... a level of jacked that Goku simply cannot match.

Speed is much simpler. Both can move and fight in realms beyond time so immeasurable. Overall advantage goes to Oz due to an infinite stat gap that Goku cannot close or make up for.

Powers:

So, if Goku can't close the strength gap directly, could he circumvent it? While Dragon Ball may be known for being raw brute force, but Goku still has plenty of tricks up his sleeve. Hakai that deletes you from existence across time, Mafuba to seal you away, and even 4th wall awareness of his own, being able to damage the manga panels and draw power from the audience.

The most damning of all of these powers, however, is the Key Sword, a powerful blade created by the Gods to seal away the Demon Realm. Ability sealing, complete control over time itself, and the immunity against the effects of Dark Ki, which distorts the laws of physics and alters the very laws of reality. If fully unlocked, the Key Sword can even seal you away in the Eternal Time Labyrinth, a realm outside of time that even Mechikabura with all of history absorbed into him couldn't escape. It's big enough to seal away entire universes even!

Does Oz have counters to this? Well, yes. What it comes down to is how being an abstract concept works within the realm of Monster Prom.

If an abstract concept is either killed or removed from its home reality, that reality will begin collapsing and eventually cease to exist. This is explained by Faith and Joy when she discusses the many deaths of Hope, who is the embodiment of.... well, Hope.

Faith: The rules are cryptic.. but to some extent you're the embodiment of humankind's Hope, and so if you died... it will be the end of everything.

Faith: He knew about all of this, and so he took us by suprise and

killed Hope...the First Hope. The fabric of reality weakened and Hope as a concept disappeared from the equation.

This applies even if the character is even removed from their home reality, as when Evil Hope left the Evil Dimension, that Dimension started crumbling and eventually ceased to exist. So, Eternal Time Labyrinth is a no go. This means that Goku can't kill Oz or even remove them from the fight without nuking himself from existence.

Everything that wouldn't fall under that umbrella would get nullified by either the infinite strength gap or by Oz simply...... becoming one with all reality. Let's see Mafuba seal away *existence itself*, idiot.

Polly: Here's how ya do it: first, imagine nothingness. Now,imagine something-ness. Now, ask yourself.. how different are they really?

Polly: Don't be so sure, boo. The lines of physics in this world are not so cleanly drawn.

Polly: The existence of the multiverse and interdimensional travel prove that fixed existence in one Space is a total myth.

Polly: The Human Realm and Monster Realm overlap they just exist on a different quantum level or something. Who's to say how many other realms sit on top of ours?

Polly: what does it even mean to be "here" and not "there"? Aren't we all just atoms and stardust being yanked around by gravity and magic?

Polly: How is wishy-washy-ass reality gonna stop us frow being in

the monster truck RIGHT NOW?!

And, sense Goku can never win, he'll inevitably never lose. Oz would just eat his sanity, or eat the concept of Goku making him never exist or steal Goku's narrative importance to the plot itself and make himself the new protagonist of Dragon Ball. Goku can shrug off reality warping, but the plot itself warping on him? Nada. Dark Ki has simply never demonstrated that level of bullshit.

Counterarguments

Aren't a lot of these gag feats?

Yes. But I just don't consider that disqualifying. Monster Prom is about 90% silly gags and 10% lore. If the verse is gag centric, gags counting should be the norm. It's basically how scaling toon force works. It's not the same as, say, Hercule surviving get smacked by Cell, where Dragon Ball at that point is primarily trying to take itself seriously. You have to meet the work at its own level.

Should Oz scale to Zoe?

Yes. While Zoe does slaughter the entire cast, Oz included, in the Prank Masterz ending, they are still comparable. For example, taking the "Fight the Dark Deity" option at the end of the Totem Route successfully will have Oz, well, successfully fight off Zoe. Both characters were created by the Nothingness to destroy all reality so it stands they'd be at least somewhat comparable.

Isn't Hope's death collapsing reality just because of the True Power?

Oh, boy, here we go. The True Power is the ultimate being of the Monster Prom verse. It created and sustains all reality and the endless universes there in. Oz does not scale to it, even at their best.

In Aaravi's secret route in Monster Camp, The Owl reveals the true nature of the True Power and then speculates as to where it is now.

Key word, speculates. He doesn't know for sure and is completely transparent that all his theories, including the Hope connection, might not be true. He knows it created infinite timelines, as stated in the scans above, but that's all that's definitive.

Joy and Faith meanwhile are experts in magic and multiverse travel who have been saving the world for years now. I simply see them as a more reliable source on Hope's condition, as they've seen it first hand several times now.

As it stands, Goku just doesn't have the raw power, nor the hax to keep up with this eldritch high schooler. Between this and HA Dio, Oz is one step closer to soloing anime.

This Throwdown's Winner is....

Oz!

[saliosis]

your subway order total is $19.21

(extra notes below)

ok, so here's the deal with the slight design change! (i swear, it's cool)

i wanted to make chuck latino because i joked about it once (w/ fred stoller being on handy manny saying "my amigos 😆" and then saying his colors look like the flag of colombia 💀) but it stuck for some reason. to me, it works PERFECTLY.... if becky can be an alien who is

"ambiguously brown"

then why can't a sandwich person like chuck also be brown, yknow 🔥⁉️

(help i keep accidentally latinoifying wg characters--)

chuck? nah. he is now, officially

chuck el sandwichero perverso 🥪🇨🇴‼️🔥

(as they call him in the spanish dub aka chica supersabia)

for starters, i wanted to experiment with changing the type of bread he's based on. i can assume chuck is based on the classic sandwich made up of white bread (...💀) so i wanted to change it up for latino chuck.... yknow... yknow.... yknow.... 🕴️

i'm also just not a fan of plain white bread 🤕 LMFKAJDKSN

i had a couple of options to chose from so i can upgrade his sandwichness™ 💭 but i decided to settle onnnnnnn..........................

funky multigrain bread!! my favorite 🥄🥄‼️ anytime i make a sandwich, i usually reach for this bread... (and when i say "anytime" i mean the times i'm extra and watch a chuck episode while eating a sandwich 💀💀)

i like the idea of chuck having seeds and grains on his face... think of it like moles, freckles, or even acne scars if you will 🤷‍♂️ brent straight-up has seeds on him that represent freckles so why not, right⁉️ we can get creative here w/ it!!

plus- he's so much more bread-like this way

above is a fast doodle, but it is what i ended up sticking with for my design. if you see in the final drawing, i did shift around with some of his costume colors to make it work with the bread type-colors!!

i imagine brent being a variation of bread that looks similar to chuck. that way chuck can be multigrain bread and brent can be another type.

parent who is multigrain bread + parent who is another type of bread = two siblings, each being one of two options of bread because of genes™ (wow. sandwich person science 😍😍🥪🧬 /s)

my two options for brent's bread type? because i will probably never draw that man? either molasses bread (left) or even dark rye (right)?? but i lean towards dark rye brent because that idea seems so scrumptious to me

ngl i have never been too sure what type of bread brent is based on......

the wiki doesn't really help me decide. he has freckles that seem to be like seeds, so that means he's a type of bread that has seeds. but also, not that many seeds.... which is likely an animation thing since animating all those damn seeds must be hard. but idk? but his skin tone is very slightly darker than chuck so that makes me think he isn't white bread based™ (help what am i talking about)

if any bread experts™ out there have some guesses, let me know so we can talk about that more. for some reason, this is really fascinating.

anyways.... latino brent can be real too 🤷‍♂️

um...............

brent 😍🥪🇨🇴🔥‼️

(because i swear to god they just call him brent in the spanish dub instead of his long ass name)

but yeah 👍 that's my little hc-chuck related ramble. i may not talk about him, but i really fuckin love chuck 😭

............ .. . . . ... . .... . .. . ...... . .. ...... ....... .. .. .. .....typing this out has made me realize how much thought, effort, and research i have done all because of a joke i made. a joke i made about a cartoon character from a kids show where we haven't gotten new content in years. and that it's likely that i'm the only person thinking so deeply about a family of sandwiches--

[spectral-idiot]

HI, NOW, (RE)INTRODUCING MY OC, NOELLE

HII, SINCE THIS OPTION WON SOME DAYS AGO IMMA INTRODUCE MY CUTIE!!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH

Due to the flop of the first post, I posted this a 2nd time since i posted this at 3 am originally :D

° Her name is Noelle (Ignore the big "Elaine" in the drawing, that was the original name) she is 14 years old and she is Kalish! She is a cutie patootie whit diagnosed ADHD

° She is an red giant star! She tooks the MC place and has the energy electric center! A little (too) distracted , kinda impulsive and maybe reckless, but she has such a beautifull flame inside her and is so big-hearted.

° I based her design on how I looked when I was 14 a couple years ago. Whit the signature bun I had and my love for tank tops and bracelets (Till the dermatitis nation atacked)

°Her lore is kinda dumb, but I wrote it sooooo long so ill release it in other post whit some ugly art i did 4 her if this post get´s love

°I´ve done a ship whit Kieran and her, Chocolapple! :D Since she hates apples but loves chocolate and kieran vice versa (The olive theory)

°If you have ideas of her or how to improve her, let me know! Ideas like that will be apreciated! Or ideas of her team, i have no ideas about how to build it

Fun facts below the cut!

° Her surname is Lambert, she is from Kalos, she is 1.58 mts tall and weighst 67 kg

°Her favourute color is velvet or a soft pink, her favourite songs are Amour plastique and Rosas by La oreja de van Gogh

°She loves so much macarons, chocolate, tea, ham sandwiches and "Media luna rellena" (An arg dish that consist croissant used as ham an cheese sandwich bread)

° Her themes are:

Encounter: Queen - Deltarune

Battle! (Normal): Gourmet Race - Kirby

Battle! Vs Kieran (Championship match): Heartache - Undertale

The Santalune theme plays when you get in her room

° She speaks Kalish and paldean pretty well, as a native. Arven gave the fella extra paldean lessons, but despite being the main pokeworld language, she struggles whit Galarian (Poor girl) she had to take a preetty hard galarian exam to enter Blue berry (Sometimes a "Wi" or an "Orwa" scapes her mouth talking paldean or galarian) (If she wakes up too sleep deprived she confuses languages)

° That makes her have an horrible galarian accent, just imagine french tongue and spanish tongue tryng to pronounce english and fuse voth struggles. She speaks galarian to comunicate whit kieran, that made their bond even harder since none of them speaks it that well

°She is a sweet thoot, but she happens to hate apples, when Kieran gave Noelle a candy apple, hoping that she would love it, she didn´t like it and he got disaapointed

°She hasn't ogerpon in her team since she saw indigo disk kieran (If you lost the battle snd then you say she should catch it, the fact that you are not onay whit that isnt clear, Kieran)

°In BB she is laceys vest friend since they are both cute things lovers and sweet thoots

° She taught nemona and arven to cook "Pokelitos" for their pokemon! And then she also teaches lacey

°She calles her pokemon amies :D

°And she knows how to sew snd makebeautiful dresses, she loves confectioning dresses 4 lacey and nemona, she modified her uva uniform to have an skirt

°She will wear the summer uniform from both BB and Uva until she is freezing (She loves summer uniform so much)

[malamiteltd]

Holiday Pictures 2023! (part 1)

Happy Holidays, everyone! This year I decided to put together some pictures of various folks. They’re all in a style that makes them seem shorter than usual. I did my best to get them looking good, so apologies if there’s any errors. Admittedly I had only planned to make eight of these, but I had experienced a drive to keep making more – a phenomenon that’s been incredibly rare for me these days – so that number expanded to 16. They’re mostly featuring folks on Twitter that I know, like, and/or admire in some meaningful capacity, so I hope they all like what I’ve put together!

For NS-Games, it’s the “Fix-It Cat” Collin LiBee. A very good friend who’s good with computer problems, and has been making some nice art to boot! He’s wearing his purple shirt today, and showing off a laptop with a familiar wallpaper design.

For PetrarchEleven, it’s his protogen character Ramune! He seems to be having a good time, dancing and waving those glowing batons all around. He just needs to be careful! If he doesn’t watch where he goes he could accidentally fall to pieces!

For Saturn’s Rings and Colonel Sandwich, it’s their respective characters Saturn and Terry, posing together for this one. Early on this year Saturn had asked for a picture of the two together, and this was the opportunity to do it. They are indeed a cute pair!

For Treevis, it’s his character Lytzyv, dashing and looking cool. I think this is the fourth iteration of him that I had made, with little tweaks in design each time. I don’t see too many images of him these days, so hopefully I got all the details down.

For VAdaPEGA, it’s Pantufa the Cat, as he appears in the “Extended Edition” of his game. I always thought he looked good in that attire. But with how small he is, I didn’t think it was enough, so Honker is here as well! It’s a two-fer! (Or maybe a “Toof-er”?)

For Cooper the Husky, we have…Cooper the Husky! He’s got a cute art style and characters to match, so I tried to keep with some of the aesthetic. I particularly liked his “modern outfit,” so that’s what he’s wearing here.

For Miles Fox, it's Charlotte, the main character of his work-in-progress, “SLAY-BELLS!” She seemed like an appropriate character to draw this time of year. I somehow ended up making her look like something from a Rankin-Bass special…which I guess is also appropriate.

For HunterBahamut, this is Hunter. I had drawn Bahamut a few times before, but this is the first time I made this one – I opted for his black-and-white iteration.. I’m not sure if he’s running away from or towards danger, but he sure looks like he’s ready to confront it either way.

Quite a few so far! And we're only halfway through!

[bitch-spectrum]

!!YOU ASKED FOR THEM!!

This post hit 5 likes so, headcanons.

PART 1/3

I'm not doing every single character, just the ones that felt plot important to me. These are (mostly) based on pacifist/true ending.

!!!OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS!!!

Ace

Personality Headcanons: He used to be a hardcore gambling addict as a way to cope with his post-war stress. He was also probably a heavy drinker. Both of these things he's had a solid recovery from since joining TF4. Starlo probably found him down on his luck and in a lot of debt. He still drinks and gambles, just not nearly as much as he used to. He's probably somewhere in his mid 30s ~34-37. He's the last person you want to play casual poker with though. He always wins. He's also pretty good at throwing darts but doesn't bother with it as much as card games. Physical Headcanons: He's left handed. ~5'09". He has to walk with a cane sometime from a childhood accident that never fully healed due to the lack of medical access in the underground. Because of that too he doesn't know exactly what his condition is either. He just knows some days his knee hurts and some days it doesn't. Gender: Trans Male Pronouns: He/Him Orientation: Demisexual Demiromantic but just says he's aroace for simplicity. Post Game: Life continues on as it was going for him without much drastic change. Opinions: I really love his design, I just wish we got more of him. 3/5.

Axis Personality Headcanons: He doesn't need to eat but will feel left out if you eat without him. Chujin would always have lunch with him at the lab while he still worked there. Axis would try to mimic eating sounds to feel included. Like imagine robot voice going "Om nom nom." Thats sort of what he did. While locked away in the abandoned lab he started to grow really fond of bugs and mice. Physical Headcanons: I don't have many other than Chujin based his design after a drawing Kanako did. Somewhere around the high end of 4ft. Gender: He doesn't have the RAM for a gender. Pronouns: He/It Orientation: Asexual Panromantic. He loves his trash girlfriend. Post Game: He got married to the girlfriend Clover and Ceroba made for him. Neither of them personally wanted kids so they made a trash dog out of spare parts. Eventually Axis ran out of battery and or was too damaged from sitting inactive for so long that he broke down. He was thankful that his trash gf and trash dog didn't leave his side in his final moments. Somewhere in the abandoned lab, he's sitting, holding her hand with their dog at his feet. They'll probably stay like that, undisturbed, for a long time. Opinions: He's a really cute character. I sort of wish we had more time with him instead of seeing him as a late game enemy. Very silly. 3/5.

Ceroba (I'm going to get turned into a sandwich for this) Personality Headcanons: She smokes out of a cigarette holder. One of the really long ones. She only started smoking after Chujin died. She has a lot of baggage she tends to just push away and not ever address even when it affects her and others around her negatively. She has a really strong victim complex and while yeah, she hasn't exactly been dealt the best hand, she also tends to make things worse for herself on purpose to get sympathy from other people, as to why she picked up smoking after Chujin died. She used to be a model but quit modelling when Chujin was dying. After her husband passed she tended to be neglectful of Kanako until she found her in Chujin's home lab and the rest is history. She tends to take advantage of people's generosity, especially Starlo's, she's always been like this but the habit only got worse over time. She does genuinely feel like she has nothing despite having friends because she believes her own shallow feelings towards her friends are mutual when that isn't the case. She's in her early 40s ~40-43. Physical Headcanons: She has a mombod (more body fat in her lower half, flatter chest, smaller arms but wider legs) and she can work with it. I know she canonically wears a bow in her hair but I like to interpret it as a bandana. Her hair is usually messy. Even if she doesn't have the energy to get well dressed or style her hair she ALWAYS puts on eyeliner and makes it look sleek and demanding so everyone knows she's not someone they want to fuck with, with just a single glare. She's ~ 6'02". Gender: Cis Female Pronouns: She/Her Orientation: Bisexual. Was always kind of curious about polyamory but never enough to have a talk with her husband about it. Post Game: Asgore was really thankful that she had collected a human soul and gave her all the credit, which she happily took. Martlet and Starlo didn't want that on their names. She had a short lived fame once again during which she seemed to be doing better, thankful to be back in the spotlight, even if it was a small one. But after a falling out with her long time best friend she began to live as a recluse, rarely stepping out of her home. Opinions: I do NOT like her and I find it really hard to sympathize with her character. Her writing? Solid. I like that I don't like her. I liked that when I was watching a playthrough I was screaming at my TV because I actually kind of hate her. I actually think she was an excellent twist villain. I ADORED her character at first like "YES!! Country gal's kick ass! She's a bad bitch." But yeah uh... after finding out what she did to both her child and then did the same thing to Clover I kind of lost my love for her. Which is fine because the twist was good and when I looked back there was a lot of foreshadowing. 5/5. Fantastic writing.

Chujin Personality Headcanons: Had some kind of anxiety disorder. Probably also OCD. He HATED humans with a burning passion. Like to a dangerous degree. He used to go on rambles about how angry humanity made him to Ceroba but one time one of his angry rambles frightened Kanako because she thought they were fighting. So, he stopped talking about it when she was home. He wanted to do everything in his power to protect his daughter. He'd be turning in his grave if he found out what Ceroba did to their daughter. He had several of her drawings/paintings/crafts in his cubicle. He passed away ~35-36. Physical Headcanons: I don't have many. Short king. Probably like ~5'03". Gender: Said male on legal forms but had a whole gender crisis he never got to figure out due to passing away before he could find a comfortable label. Pronouns: He/Him but was experimenting with they/them. Orientation: Bisexual Post Game: N/A Opinions: GOOD background character. I don't agree with a lot of his methods but that's fine. He was written so well I actually felt able to peer into his life through the limited scenes we got with him. 5/5.

Clover (HELP TUMBLR GOT RID OF YELLOW TEXT???) Personality Headcanons: Had a neglectful mother and a father who was probably abusive in multiple ways. They either lived in a trailer or a small mobile home. They're from the southern USA. They have an obsession with Old Westerns (from ~50s-70s) and Detective shows (from the 90s). When they decided to go looking for the missing kids they couldn't decide if they wanted to be a cowboy and go into the underground shoot-em-up style or go dressed up like a detective and be all cool and casual about collecting evidence. They decided to be both and call it being "A Cowtective." They're around the age of ~9-12. At home they would usually sleep on the couch. If their father was drunk and passed out on the couch they'd just sleep on the floor because they weren't allowed in their parent's room. They probably say "fuck" a lot. Starlo was trying to get them to cut back on swearing. Probably either a December Capricorn or a September Libra. Physical Headcanons: Freckles. Brown eyes. Gapped teeth. ~5". Tends to pick scabs so they have a few small scars here and there from relentless picking. Gender: Nonbinary Pronouns: They/She Orientation: Lesbian, but probably would have eventually picked a different label if they had the chance to grow up. Post Game: N/A Opinions: I actually really like that Clover has both personality but is also vague enough for the player to put themself in their boots. This is what really makes for a terrific silent main character. I would have liked to get to know Clover a little bit more tbh. 4/5.

Dalv Personality Headcanons: I don't actually have much on Dalv. He probably likes Funyuns and watching true crime. Probably in his 20s. He's about the same age Kanako would be if she grew up. Maybe a little older but not by much. Physical Headcanons: I like drawing him with completely black eyes. I don't see it a lot but I like it. ~5'08" Gender: Don't Have One Pronouns: Don't Have One Orientation: Multisexual of some sort Post Game: At some point somehow, word probably got to him about what happened to his friend that vanished (I'm with the theory squad that says his friend was Kanako). He get's REALLY pissed off at Ceroba and cuts ties. He doesn't really leave Snowdin much but it's fine because, carrying the memories of Clover, he makes a lot of new friends and even becomes pretty popular in the small town. RAREPAIR: He starts going out with Martlet. Opinions: To me he felt kind of lack luster. And as the first plot-important character we meet in the game, he didn't really rope me in. He felt kind of like a last minute decision. I dropped the game a few months ago because I didn't feel pulled in until I finished it this May. However, his name is vlad backwards which gets points. 2/5 Keed Vampeer.

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