#holidays busy not drawing as much as I'd like

[babykittenteach]

He's fine.

[stitchau]

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This post will be updated over time.

Main artist account: @centfornothing (both tumblr, twitter and soon bluesky)

Currently, i am very busy with university, and I'm not gonna be free any time soon...(except holidays, obviously) BUT I am really trying to put at least SOME time into what I've created here, so there's that. (Hopefully I'll survive all that)

— Usage of Stitch/Fanart

1. Q: Can I create fanart of Stitch?

A: Yes, I'd be more than happy if you do! ^^

Also, do not be shy to tag me! I will, from time to time, check if i was tagged somewhere.

2. Q: Can I use your character in my comic/animation/fanfiction?

A: Yep! I don't see why not.

3. Q: Can I ship *insert character name here* with Stitch?

A: Sure, have fun! But I sure do hope that the character in question is not a child. I am strongly against it.

4. Q: Can I create NSFW🔞 content of Stitch?

A: Yes, unless it involves children/incest. Do not draw stuff like that.

5. Q: Can I voice act your comics?

A: Any day!! Just don't forget to put credits, everything else is up to you! ^^

— NOT ALLOWED

I'm being repetitive here, but whatever. These are the only things I don't want people to do with my character, and I hope you understand why.

DO NOT create content depicting Stitch engaging with children in sexual manner.

DO NOT create content depicting Stitch endorsing incest/racism/f*scism/n*zism or anything similar to that.

As advice, I'd kindly ask you not to create stuff like this at all. Please be a better person and be responsible with what you create and put out there on the internet.

— About asks/questions

Questions that I have already answered won't get a reply.

Not all the questions will get their answers. Either because it's not the time for the answer yet or because it's irrelevant/not a question at all.

If there's too many questions, yours might be missed/might get a late reply(currently i have 70+ questions, no joke, and i just cant answer all of them, especially when there's more of them every day). But don't be shy asking questions anyway!

Other reasons for your questions not getting an answer:

I might be busy because I also have to live a life.

If your question is something like "I love your au sm," then thank you. I really appreciate your kind words, you are making my day💞

I might not want to answer your question for reasons. (Provocative questions, personal questions, etc)

If you are asking something related to YOUR OWN mental health. Please, PLEASE, if you have real problems, do not try to find a solution for them from internet strangers, go and talk to a real, qualified professional.

Please do not vent to me, I am not qualified to offer you help. I wish you the best, please stay safe.

And just a separate point about roleplays. Sorry, but I don't really do them. I can play along to something unserious and small, but whole roleplays are not for me.

— About Stitch

Stitch uses any pronouns, but they/them is a preferred one.

They are aroace.

The place they live in is called "Treatment space"(the info on what it is will be elaborated on sometime later). It is accessible for anyone in Omega Timeline at any given point through a door. But it can also be accessed from anywhere if you have one of 2 special keys: small red key that will create a door for 1 person leading to the Treatment Space or the bigger dark red key that will create a much bigger door, also leading to the Treatment Space(backyard). Keys can be mostly found in Omega Timeline, but some are scattered throughout the Multiverse.

They mimic the voice according to the form they have at the moment. So Sans' voice for a form of Sans, etc.

For all the different parts of plush bodies and clothes, there is a separate big room in Treatment Space.

Stitch doesn't need to sleep, eat, or drink.

Their most preferred forms are Toriel(convenience) and Sans(frequency of use).

The forms they don't like to use the most are the ones that are small(like Temmie, annoying dog, Flowey, etc.)

— The Lore(WIP)

Prologue

Chapter 1: Lucky streak — part 1

— Stitch's forms

I have some forms drawn separately, and some that I drew with some other sketches. I MIGHT be a bit too lazy to draw every from individually for now, so here's what I have:

Papyrus

Muffet

Mettaton

Alphys

Gaster

Monster kid (MK)

Grillby

Frisk and Chara(want to change them)

Toriel(if you can't tell, I like this one a lot)

Asgore, Flowey, Sans, Undyne, some stuff

More info will be added later

[softcitrus2345]

Heeeeeeeeyyyyy ;;w;;

So I've been kind of MIA since.. early november, wow. It's been a LONG time lol-

I really missed posting here and interacting with you guys, but I honestly think I did the right thing. Soon after I began my hiatus, I got moved to full time hours at work (retail during the holidays is a NIGHTMARE.) and it basically became my entire life. I had no time in the day to do anything besides sleep, eat, work, and then maybe if I'm lucky, I'd spend an hour with my family before they all had to go to bed for school/work the next day. It was a really hard time for me mentally and I had zero time for anything besides keeping up with my basic needs and just. existing honestly.

For about a week now, I've been back to part time hours at work, and I feel like I've finally been able to breathe again. I actually have time in my day to be productive and dedicate some time to my hobbies again.. I missed drawing so much, I missed talking to my friends and mutuals and I missed the cozy little community I've built here with you all.. I've been wanting to post this for a few days but couldn't really figure out what to say, so I'm finally just gonna word vomit here for a bit

Even if I hadn't been able to create much the past couple months, I kept my little noggin full of ideas just bouncing around in there and I've been deep in the trenches of an Arcane hyperfixation since season 2 came out LOL It's kind of embarrassing but it's what's kept me sane these past few months, being able to just focus on a thing I like and analyze it and see all the cool stuff other artists and editors have done with it has been really refreshing and allowed me to develop a little creative backlog in my brain of things I want to make :3 I've never really been into drawing fanart but that changed FAST after I was exposed to the Horrors (Jayvik) and got the ultra mega hyper gay brainrot. Those two bastards are living in my head and REFUSE TO PAY RENT so yall are just gonna see me posting Jayvik slop for a while, and I am NOT SORRY HAHA THIS IS MY BLOG, I DO AS I PLEASE-

Also I'm gonna try to be less shy about other (COUGHBERRY) kinks I've been wanting to post here too, so erm. If you're not a fan of that jazz just mind ya business (respectfully)

Damien, Vanessa, Matt, and the rest of the gang will be back, I promise, I just wanna have some fun with my silly Hextech founders ok-

Happy 2025 everyone! More to come soon :3

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Lady - 2

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Eddie Horniman x Female Reader

Summary: After fifteen years away, a step-daughter returns for her Duke step-father's funeral, only to inherit a staggering 8 million pound debt and strike a risky deal with a criminal underworld figure.

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Bucky leaned back in his chair, studying her reaction keenly. "I understand your concerns," he said, his tone surprisingly understanding. "But trust me, this is a business matter. We're not in the business of hurting innocent people."

"If someone died, I'd probably get deported," Bucky added casually, his tone belying the seriousness of his words.

"You're American too?" you blurted out, your voice tinged with disbelief. It was only now, under the stress of the moment, that you noticed Bucky's lack of a British accent.

"Yup. Just like you. So we have something in common," Bucky replied, his smile masking the underlying tension between you.

Leaning back in your chair, you feigned deep contemplation, buying yourself time to process the weight of Bucky's request. "After thinking thoroughly, it's not gonna happen," you finally declared, your words a thinly veiled refusal.

Bucky's easygoing demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a steely resolve that sent shivers down your spine. Drawing closer, he rested both arms on Rupert's study table, his gaze piercing you unwaveringly.

"Your Grace, because of my friendship with Rupert, I'm giving you this last chance," Bucky declared, his voice low and commanding.

With a swift motion, he produced a business card from his suit pocket and slid it across the table towards you. "I'll be waiting for your call."

As he retreated, you couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding creeping over you. The stakes had never been higher, and you knew that the choices you made in the coming days would shape the course of your future in ways you couldn't yet comprehend.

The weight of the situation pressed down on you like a suffocating blanket as you surveyed the room, your eyes landing on the familiar photos adorning the walls.

Among them, a small picture frame caught your attention, capturing a moment frozen in time: you and Rupert, smiling at a polo game.

Your voice faltered as you addressed the silent figure in the photograph. "Why did you choose me?" you whispered, the weight of the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. "Dad."

Feeling lost and overwhelmed, you pondered your next move. Should you confront your mother, who seemed to have kept secrets hidden all along?

Or seek answers from the twins, who had already distanced themselves from the burden?

After careful consideration, you decided to turn to your childhood friend, Eddie, for guidance. With a sense of determination, you grabbed the car keys and set off for Halstead estate, hoping that Eddie might offer some much-needed clarity in this sea of uncertainty.

As you stepped onto the familiar grounds of Halstead estate, memories of summers past flooded your mind. Despite the initial awkwardness of being left behind by your mother, the warmth of Eddie's family soon enveloped you in a sense of belonging.

The memories of summers spent here flooded back. Your mother left you behind, as the twins didn't want you to join the holiday. So, your mom left you here since Eddie's manor was closer to you.

Initially awkward, but it became enjoyable with Freddie always cracking jokes and Eddie, the adventurous one.

Reminiscing about fishing trips, horseback riding, and clay shooting, you couldn't help but smile at the fond memories made in this idyllic setting.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through your reverie, and you turned to see Freddie, Eddie's brother, approaching with open arms. Despite the passage of time, Freddie seemed unchanged, his jovial spirit shining through.

"Y/N! Come here. Give me a hug."

You embraced him. It had been 15 years, and he seemed different, almost radiant.

Freddie said, "I'm sorry about Rupert. I lost my dad last year too."

You replied, "I'm sorry too."

"So, it's obvious you're not here for me. You want to see Eddie?" Freddie asked.

"I am," you confirmed.

"He just finished a conversation with a guest. Let me take you there," Freddie offered, leading the way.

When you walked into the study room, you heard an elegant female voice saying, "I'll give the info later."

As she walked out, you noticed her stylish demeanor and sensed a mysterious aura around her. There was a hint of leadership in her presence, but what struck you as odd was the faint smell of weed lingering in the air.

She smiled at you before departing.

"I didn't expect you to come here so soon," Eddie remarked with a smile as you turned to face him. Seated in a leather chair, he exuded the air of a true duke.

"I didn't know where else I could go," you replied.

Freddie cleared his throat. "I'll leave you two alone."

Eddie offered you a seat and poured a drink, which you gratefully accepted.

"I heard you got the title. Congrats," Eddie said, raising his glass in a toast.

You chuckled softly. "The title is useless when all I've got is debt."

Eddie fell silent for a moment. "I went through a similar situation myself. What kind of problem are you having right now?"

"Do you know Bucky Barnes?" you asked.

Eddie clicked his tongue in response.

Crossing your arms, you continued, "So you know him. That means you knew about my stepdad's weed business."

Eddie leaned back in his chair, thoughtfully swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "Rupert got into the business earlier than me," he began, his tone reflecting a mix of resignation and regret. "The woman you saw before is Susie Glass."

"He had a business with her," Eddie continued, his voice tinged with disapproval.

You clenched your jaw, the realization sinking in.

"I didn't know much about the details, but your father was on the list that worked with the Glass," Eddie explained, his expression troubled.

"He wanted out," you interjected, your voice firm with determination.

Eddie nodded grimly. "And that's where Barnes came in. He's a syndicate, setting up a branch in the UK from New York. His business was unique and deadly."

The dimly lit study seemed to take on a more sinister atmosphere as Eddie spoke, shadows dancing across the walls like flickering flames. The air was tense, each word carrying the weight of unspoken truths and hidden dangers.

"Rupert owes Barnes 8 million pounds," you stated, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Eddie hesitated for a moment before responding, his expression thoughtful. "That's..."

"I know, it's insane," you interjected, your voice tinged with frustration.

Eddie met your gaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of sympathy and determination. "I could pay off your debt," he offered quietly.

You recoiled slightly, taken aback by his proposal. "Then what? I'll still in debt. It never ends," you countered, a note of bitterness creeping into your voice.

You sighed, the weight of Rupert's decision heavy on your shoulders. "Why did Rupert choose me?"

Eddie nodded in understanding, his expression reflective. "I asked the same thing when my dad chose me instead of Freddie."

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you looked at him, prompting Eddie to chuckle softly. "Problem solver," he explained simply.

You nodded slowly, considering Eddie's words. "Both of us did join the military. Is it because we went through difficult situations?"

Eddie leaned forward, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with you. "Probably," he agreed, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "But I'm sure you could handle it. If not, I'll be here to help you."

A warmth spread through you at his words, and you felt a slight blush creeping up your cheeks. "Thank you," you murmured gratefully, appreciating his caring demeanor.

You nodded firmly. "I've got all I need. I'll go now," you declared, trying to maintain composure as you turned to leave.

Eddie nodded in response. "Sure. I'll see you next time," he replied, his tone gentle and understanding.

As you walked away, you couldn't help but feel a swirl of emotions inside, like a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and feelings. You tried to keep a cool facade, but deep down, your heart was racing.

Meanwhile, Eddie watched you go, a flicker of concern crossing his features. Then, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Did she notice?" someone asked quietly.

Eddie glanced over, meeting the gaze of the speaker. "Not yet," he responded softly, his expression thoughtful as he contemplated the situation.

You drove for what felt like an eternity until you finally arrived back at your own manor. As you stepped inside, you noticed Hugo playing in the living room with Susan. Ignoring your mother, your focus was solely on your little step-brother.

You were just ten years old when you first met Rupert, and he had quickly become the best father figure you'd ever known. During the eight years you spent here, you learned to appreciate Rupert's love for his legacy and the history of the manor.

Sighing heavily, you knew you were about to make a risky decision.

Heading to Rupert's study again, you picked up Bucky's business card and dialed the number. After just two rings, his voice filled your ears. "I've been waiting for your call, Your Grace," he said smoothly.

Rolling your eyes at his confidence, you replied, "Just one job and you clear the debt?"

Bucky chuckled, his tone dripping with assurance. "It would be a big explosion. They'll think it's a terrorist attack. But no, Your Grace. Five small explosions, and we're done."

Bucky's voice crackled through the line, his tone both humorous and tinged with an unmistakable edge. "Think of it as fireworks, Your Grace. Except instead of pretty colors, we'll be making a statement."

You couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh, the gravity of the situation juxtaposed with Bucky's nonchalant demeanor. "And what kind of statement would that be?" you asked, trying to match his casual tone.

"The kind that says, 'Don't mess with us,'" Bucky replied, his voice dripping with a dangerous charm. "We'll leave 'em scratching their heads and scrambling for cover."

Despite the seriousness of the conversation, you couldn't deny the thrill of adrenaline coursing through your veins. "And you're sure this will work?" you inquired, a hint of skepticism creeping into your voice.

Bucky's confidence was unwavering. "Trust me, Your Grace. When it comes to making a scene, I'm the best in the business."

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Alrighty, just a heads up. After today, I'm not gonna be as active on here until after New Years.

Holiday plans are gonna be keeping me busy. The downside is that now I'm sick...(one of my coworkers apparently had been sick and never said anything, and of course, I'm the one that catches it :/)

Anywhooooo, despite being sick, I do intend to at least finish up the thing I'm doing for Christmas, so hopefully, that'll be scheduled to go up on the 25th. It will very likely be my last art post of the year. As much as I'd like to continue working on the Blu Arc while I'll be away, being sick kinda threw a monkey wrench into my plans, not to mention the previous burnout I've been feeling, which had actually started going away. Of course, once I finally start to feel better and get some motivation back to draw, I get sick...I have the worst luck XD

I'm hoping spending time with the family and just being in a warm/festive environment in general will help lift my spirits a bit and just taking it easy. The last few months of the year have definitely been rough for me...I hope that with the start of the new year, it'll feel like a fresh start. So I'll be able to pick back up where I left off when I come back. ^^

[kyeree]

i love ur room headcanons soo dearly and also ???? solbin apartment hcs ????? i am eyes-ing them sooo hard 👀👀👀

I was going to post these earlier but I spiraled thinking about their relationship and I'm constantly adding to it

ANYWAY

Why hello there young man! You want to be a wizard? No problem! Welcome to the launchpad academy! And guess what? Tuition free! Resources free! It's all free! Would you like to enroll? Great!

technically not free, by enrolling in the Mothership Launchpad Academy you are agreeing to work off the cost of your education post graduation in a position of employment at MotherShip

Congratulations on graduating! Here's your dead end job you agreed to! And here's your (temporarily) free accommodation!! How generous of us!

Your apartment is in a prime location! Close to the Mothership just in case we need you to cover shifts and so there's less of a chance you'll pass out in the street when we work the maximum legal amount of hours out of you

Now keep in mind that there are a lot of people working for Mothership and we want to keep as many of you as close as we can but you got one of our bigger apartments at a whopping 15m2!!

Why I'd say this apartment is so compact if some idiot tried to draw it they couldn't because everything is so overlapping :')

The bed is on a platform hung from the ceiling. Not a lot of headspace up there. Albins balding is caused by half stress, half whacking his head on the ceiling.

There's a little extra shelving up there and glow in the dark stickers hung to the ceiling.

He uses a stepped wardrobe to climb up to the bed

Oh no...there's just one bed

As much as I ship em Caldwell says Sol sleeps in the bathtub :( so that's canon

but I'm in charge now and I say on those cold winter nights he crawls in bed with Albin (hey if you don't ship it they work different hours they can snooze in bed at different times)

At the bottom of the stepped wardrobe there is just enough space for a desk that faces a window. The one Sol frequently jumps out of to go to work and who can blame him when you're on the hundredth and something floor; that's a lot of stairs and a busy elevator

Tiny bathroom by the entrance that somehow fits a tub in. Sink and toilet that's hidden behind the door when it opens.

The bathroom has a bunch of plants. Mostly plants that like damp climates because Sol sleeps in there and also likes it damp

Sol sometimes sleeps submerged in the water adding a few natural aromatics to the bath to help him sleep; like lavender. He learned the hard way he cannot add a bath bomb or bath salts.

Alternatively he sometimes sleeps in the tub with damp towels lining the bottom and as a blanket.

Sharing a wall with the bathroom is the kitchen. Tiny fridge under the counter. Two ring hob. Tiny oven and sink with some shelves above. Tiny everything.

And just in front the kitchen and beside that desk mentioned earlier there's a small kitchen booth.

And that's all the space they have!

Sol is so used to living in small places. First the shared dorm, tiny apartment then the tiny duck.

With the bed hanging from the ceiling Calder has to really crouch to fit in

Slightly crowded with magical artifacts that turned out to be junk from the fabricated adventures and the comics of their glory days.

Some they managed to sell to places like TGI Skydays for some extra gold. Because when some rent is being taken out of your wage you need extra cash sometimes for things like food

Sol's knitted a cozy for almost everything. Tea cozy, mug cozy, bowl cozy, even a toilet paper cozy

Sol has also knitted their Halloween costumes. They rarely get trick or treaters in the building but they always have a bowl of candy ready. Sol also likes to sit by the window and watch trick or treaters on the street and try to snipe candy from whoever answers the door to give out candy.

Sol has knitted so many holiday sweaters and Albin is too tired to care or refuse wearing them to work.

Albin does the shopping when coming home from his shift before the shops close and Sol cooks. He cooks just before Albin gets home and saves his portion for later. Albin then heats Sols food up before he heads out to his shift and before Sol comes home.

Albin also comes home with things he's stolen from the office. Enchanted stock, office supplies and mage hand is great for getting snacks out the vending machine.

Fortunately they don't have noisy neighbours because everyone is so tired when they get home to their apartments. But there's always drama happening. During the brief time Sol and Albin share at the apartment before one leaves for work they're sharing tea. What's the drama in Albins office. Who they saw leaving whose apartment when they headed out. The people arguing so loud Sol's team was called in due to the disturbance.

Albin secretly has frog merch. A keychain, a clip for his messenger bag. Just as a reminder of his best pal

Sol has a singular star keychain for Albin, cause it matches his cape and hat, and labels Albins lunches with star stickers.

These two nerds, mainly Sol, definitely scrapbook together. They've got one for all their glory days at the academy and one that only has two pages filled when they first moved in and were still excited. They'll fill it one day!

This is also how they determine who's stuff is who's. Frog mug is Sol's. Star mug is Albins. Towel with a embroidered frog. Star slippers. Frog lunchbox. Star coathook.

But it's pointless in the end when they just use each other's stuff. Maybe they just miss each other and want to use their mug and/or are too lazy to wash up their dirty mug in the sink. Who knows!

Sol has put up pictures on the wall of places he wants to go, adventures he wants to have. They have a jar of change their savings up to have a trip on their one rare day off

Sol is hopeful things will still change for the better. So hopeful that he buys things for the S-class apartment they don't have. But we'll have it some day and this pinball machine is on sale now!!!

The pinball machine is now their dining table. There are books under the front legs to level it out

Sol seems like a natural at making friends unlike Albin who's more aware of the growing rift between them from the lack of time they've spent together. Once they went on adventures everyday and had the same class schedule and now they only see each other for half an hour between shifts and on the rare days off

Albin knows Sol does a lot for him and he tries his best to find out what he can about the knights on his break to give Sol a headstart at a chance of promotion

I like to think they leave little things for each other on days they miss these 30 minutes between shifts. A note. A snack. A prank even.

Sharing a space with someone you barely see is lonely. Even seeing a mess left behind is something of a comforting reminder of their presence eases the loneliness.

They both know how much it means to leave something for the other. Because they're not alone. Never have been.

[bizzyboyfriends]

Small doodle cause I'm trying to get outta art block GRRRR

There is a small update for my shiptastic december event!!!

So I will most likely be continuing the event into January. I'll be so real with you, I genuinely thought I'd have time once I was feeling a lot better from getting sick, however I also didn't know how much the holidays would keep me busy/affect me and at the time of writing this: It's a relatives bday tomorrow so I'll also be semi pre-occupied with that. I'll still be trying to draw as much as I can!! and I WILL make sure to do all 31 days of December. They just uh. won't be happening in December and it won't be as I intended which I apologize for. I'm going to be doing this again in 2025, but I'm going to figure out a month that I won't be busy. I'm thinking September atm so.

[desert-flowerz]

actually CANNOT explain to you how thrilled i am about this one oh my goodness.

once again, going off this post, this time in response to @tigerbears !! i couldnt screenshot the whole message so im doing this in segments going from top to bottom and cataloguing my thoughts and counterpoints.

of course, this argument does make sense — queen showcases the hologram of a knife, kris is pretty known for their connection to knives, they even use their knife to create the dark fountain at the end of chapter two. seems like a pretty solid bout of evidence. but not necessarily.

see, I'd like to argue that queen doesn't truly know much about the knight, nor how the fountain was created, not in detail. for certain, she knows dark fountains are created via a lightners determination, that they stab into the ground and darkness is born from the act. but, if you look at the video she has — no actual further information is given, pretty strongly suggesting queen herself might not have a whole lot of further information, either. we know she's prone to making assumptions, particularly in regards to the knight — why can't the idea that a knife in specific was used be just one more assumption?

queen is just a computer, she doesnt know everything, after all. she might not necessarily be the most accurate source of information. and wouldnt it make sense, if the only thing she knows for certain is that the knight stabbed into the ground, that she'd draw the conclusion they used a knife? that's certainly what first comes to the frint of my mind witg the association of stabbing (but, then, i might have some confirmstion bias).

kris would also know that the knight, whoever it may be, must have left the computers on. its shown through text interacting with objects in the computer lab that kris has a decent understanding — at least by this point — of how dark worlds work, how they're affected by the light world and the surroundings of the fountain.

... ignore that theyre out of order ive only just realised how to put images side by side but i cant get them to go in the order i want.

BUT ANYWAY, back to theorising and debating. what im trying to say is — kris saw and understood all this before they made the fountain, they easily could have copied off what the knight was doing. of course, this doesn't account for the fact the tv got plugged in overnight, but if this was the plan all along, why make the cyber worlds fountain in the first place, why not simply create the fountain within the dreemurr residence to begin with? especially knowing we as the player would simply seal it as we did with card kingdom.

there could be a number of other reasons for this, i feel, that make a lot of sense as to why the knight has not yet managed to start the roaring. for example, if we were to ascribe to the theory that mayor holiday is the knight (among others, but this was the first i thought of and one i see discussed frequently enough to be of note), it could easily be written down to her being busy — a point that's made again and again whenever she's brought up. in other cases, it could be argued that the knight has to be careful about being discreet, as the more people find out about what's going on, the more people that will try to stop them, thus making their job tremendously more difficult.

and finally, to flip this on its head and argue in the oppisiye direction (because i am an unstoppable force) — i dont think the line in question is referring to what people assume it is, honestly. the closet is supposed to be the city — electronics, wires, all that good stuff. and, as seen interacting with other objects, particularly in chapter two — the text will at times reflect what we saw in the dark world.

i think, more likely than this line in particular being some reference to the knight, is simply another example of this established pattern. of course, there could be a double meaning to it, but it could also been a plain reference to giga queen, seen as that fught occurs within the city.

BUT thats all i gotta say on this, i think — might add on at a later date but honestly who knows. yet again, all screenshots were found on the deltarune text project so all credit there since my points definitely wouldn't hold as much weight without the visual reference (and its honesty just a cool as fuck project).

[girlonthefireescape]

Cookies & Christmas Memories (Kate/Yelena)

Thought I'd share a Christmassy snippet from my current WIP (Brought a Knife to a Gunfight). I'd originally planned to post the full story before the end of the year, but I've still got a few edits left and then it goes to my beta.

This scene is from chapter one and rated G. (The full story is rated M.) It takes place on Christmas Day.

Full fic summary for context: "What do you mean you’ve brought the woman who tried to kill you home for the holidays?"

Set post-Hawkeye. After clashing over the number of forks a single person should own (as well as a bunch of other things), Kate and Yelena crash the Barton family Christmas.

(Comes with a dash of angst and a sprinkle of holiday cheer!)

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Cookies & Christmas Memories

Once Yelena’s gotten the hang of it, she's bizarrely adept at sliding a knife under the dough and picking up even the most delicate shapes without tearing them.

"How are you so good at this?" Kate's trees and stars stick to the wood no matter how much flour she sprinkles on the table.

"I'm good with knives. How are you so bad at this?" Yelena cuts out a snowflake. "You need to add more flour."

"I already did that."

"You need to add more flour to your dough, not the table," Lila explains. "It's too greasy."

Kate still struggles, but the extra flour helps. The first batch goes into the oven, and within minutes, the room fills with the sugary aroma of her childhood. December afternoons spent in the kitchen. Her dad's booming laugh when he found her drawing stick figures in the melted chocolate she'd spilled on the counter.

"Aunt Nat said that one summer you kept pestering her so much about Christmas that she put on Christmas music and sang carols with you in July."

If Kate wasn't surreptitiously watching Yelena, she would've missed the subtle flinch at Lila's mention of Natasha. For a split second, Yelena looks lost, a barely-there frown on her face.

"I don't remember that."

Before Lila can ask a follow-up question, Laura gently cuts in. "You were so young, it's unlikely that you would."

Yelena glances at Laura and returns her focus to the task in front of her. She fidgets with the butter knife—they only have one spatula—scoops up her reindeer, and places it on the baking sheet, right next to Kate's snowman.

They mess around with icing and decorations until the sun slowly dips behind the horizon. The kids are still hunched over the table, busy decorating the last of the cookies, when Kate sets the stainless steel bowl on the drying rack.

"Nate, no!" Lila squeaks as a deluge of rainbow sprinkles whooshes onto the table. "Quick! Catch it before it goes on the floor."

They both dissolve into giggles.

The lock of the dishwasher clicks into place. Laura straightens and stretches her arms above her head. She points at Yelena. "I've got something for you."

She disappears into the living room and comes back with a book. "Nat loved this one. I thought you might like to have it."

Yelena stares at the paperback for a good few seconds before she accepts it. "Thank you."

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The full story should be up on my ao3 early in the new year. Happy holidays!

(Photos are mine. Please don't reuse.)

[mentallyilllagomorph]

I will never get to draw this be cause I have no time nor much skill. So I choose to be a script writer for whoever wants this.

Say for the sake of argument Sam and Max is shared in the same 90s fox universe as the Super Mario Bros Super Show. John could very well be the tv version of king koopa for no reason beyond an accident in flordia. It's Christmas and John promised to visit his family in new york. Rather than reschedule, John Koopa comes to New York with princess toadstool in tow after a successful kidnapping.

Title page:

Narration bubble: Apparently Sam and Max wanted to throw a nice christmas party for their close friends and family. It could happen! If Sybil planned it.... Okay they might have been planning to crash Sybil's Christmas party at the Lincoln-Pandemik estate.

Either way, wanting to spend holiday with their children, Sam and Max planned to meet up with and have an early light dinner with the kids at Stinky's diner!

Scene: Sam, max, Sam jr., and Geek are already waiting and arguing about what to order. Grandpa stinky is in his gorilla form, standing by with a note pad.

Geek: So John really asked to bring a date? I had assumed he was asexual since the rest of us are all different spectrums of asexual.

Sam: Keep an open mind, it's the 90s again, hetronormativity is fashionable right now.

Max: Ignoring beastiality or specism.

Scene: John bursts in with 1990 Princess Toadstool and shuffles her over to the table, shuffling her inbetween himself and Geek. None of them comment on the ropes and instead casually greet her.

Geek: What's your name?

Max: Where ya from?

Sam: What's your blood type?

Princess Toadstool: *bewildered and struggling in ropes* Why are you all okay with this monster kidnapping me?!

Geek: *shrugging* My dads have kidapped, illegally detained, and led to the mysterious disappearances, of so many unimportant side characters over the years, both past and post, i'd just be glad my brother was excited to bring you to christmas dinner. You're then guaranteed to make it to the end of the episode.

Scene: Toadstood scrambles from her bindings and grabs a knife to try and stab John when Max slows her efforts with a tazer leveled to her temple.

Max: My husband said he wanted a bloodless christmas.

Background bubble: *love sick sounds*

John: Where'd you get that?

Max: None of yer dam business.

Sam: Marsupial little guy

Scene: Toadstool sits down and stinky serves dinner. It's completely inedible.

Princess Toadstool: where am I?

Max: New york. *Digs into meal like a feral beast*

Princess Toadstool: *perks up* Oh Mario has told me lots about new york! Are we in the brook of land?

Sam: No, east Manhattan.

Princess Toadstool: Oh so we can see the Queens?

Geek: Nah, we don't need tires.

Scene: Toadstool looks a little sad, Sam Jr. Comes close to express her sympathies. Max pauses and leans over with a wide smile and renewed intrest.

Max: Wait, so you're not from america?

Princess Toadstool: No?

Max: Then its a pleasure to intolerance (sam:"introduce," max:'gusuntheight') myself to your filthy illegal immigrant self, I am Max President of the United States Of America and-

Geek: Wait no Max it's the 90s remember? Bush hasn't even started a war yet.

Max: Oh right. Wait. How's stinky a monkey then?

*distant mariachi noises*

Sam Jr.: its best not to think on it dad.

Scene: Everyone introduces themselves to Princess Toadstool by their brand safe titles before turning to John and asking what he has been up to. He tells an altered tale of his battles (on tv) with mario.

John: and my kidnapping- my sudden vacation with the Princess Toadstool here is to show her how I'm a soft heart who came from the honest means of a family of police, and how much I care about family, so she will sign this document drafted by (best lawyer) to hand over the kingdom in the same manner as Max sold Sybil the United States when she was acting Queen of Canada. *big grin*

Princess Toadstool: wont work.

Geek: *doesnt believe him and gives over complicated scientific explination for John's experience*

John: *teasing* "This is the 90s dont think on it too hard."

Scene: Everyone finishes their meal and they go to leave, but as they get outside Mario and Luigi arrive and in a confusing fight take toadstool, The Geek and Samantha (in geeks pocket) get "rescued" and whisked away with the Mario Bros "back" to the mushroom kingdom. Mario and Luigi can't believe that geek is John's sister and shows her around the kingdom as a new friend who may settle. They even give them a gender neutral royal outfit.

Scene: By the next day a letter arrives from king koopa.

Letter: "Please return Geek, if they arent returned unharmed, (or returned harmed, or arent returned at all. Basically we want the geek, we'll take harmed but unharmed avoids the punishment)*all in small font to the side* in the next 24 hours... I King John Koopa will not be held responsible for my father's natural ability to unhinge his jaw and how he chooses to use it. Good luck."

Geek: it's not a bluff.

Luigi:*shaking* I believes her.

Mario: it probably is the right thing to return a child to her parents.

Greek: *bristles as she is shorter than mario* I am somewhere between 14 - 40! I am Hardly a child.

Scene: Sam and Max cause mayhem. John is a cartoony villian with his back up of koopa troopas all shouting for their Princ/ess Gugenheek.

Toad: *shouts* We will never surrender Princess Toadstool!

John: *also shouts* I don't give a Goomba's miniature glazed mcguffin about that illiteration illiterate folical fungus. were here for the prince/ess of the Koopa Kingdom Gugenheek, MY sibling.

Toad: NO ONE as pretty as the princess could be related to such beasts.

Max: I personally thought I was soft and marketable.

Sam: Didn't they recently release plushies of both of us?

Max:They made your tummy extra soft.

Sam: How would you know?

Max: *whisper*It's almost Christmas dear.

Scene: Toad still objects so Max takes a bite of him and toad shrieks. Its just a hat but could you imagine! Geek comes out and runs to her family.

The Mario Bros Apologize and John forgives begrudgingly but wants something in return.

Geek: No need, already took care of that. *hands john a document giving him the eastern dark forest of the mushroom kingdom. He is ecstatic and the mario brothers look confused but it's the dark forest so who cares. Boo filled area anyway.*

Scene: Everyone leaves in smiles, waving goodbye as the head into the distance... Until Princess Toadstool runs down the stairs of her palace shouting that the geek forged her signature and left a note "barrowing" her royal seal for that gift.

John: *shouts* "NO BACKSISIZYS!!" *shoves everyone into the clown copter before flying away.*

End.

[osatokun]

Hey, do you mind if I ask what your process is for drawing scenes/rooms? They have such a nice flow and soft feeling to them that I admire so much. My own scenes get a very stiff and naked-looking perspective, and I'd like to improve on that.

Hello! Thank you! <3 For complicated perspective shots I use very basic 3d models, it helps a lot in figuring out the right angle. I'm not good with perspective myself and I have too many ideas that needs to jump over my head and do it FAST before inspiration fades. So this is the good tool. (obviously, I start with thinking out the idea and composition first, and then figuring out perspective. The app is called design doll)

Then I sketch over

then *draw the damn owl* XD

The biggest part is to think about characters on the picture, where they are, what they like, what are they doing etc. This exact picture is a small celebration of ressurection of that little pink bear-chimera. All of the kids are living hard life, more or less they are all warriors (a werewolf, 2 changelings (and Glinda) and a vampire, Prince's adopted daughter).But Charlie want to let them be kids as long as they can. And then the details comes from the understanding of the characters. Werewolf kid has 2 boxes of noodles (and probably finishing up 3rd) because they eat A LOT and use a ton of energy. Vampire kid has no food because vampires rarely can eat food, Charlie is a special bean. They left a bun for Charlie because he doesn't like to eat much (he doesn't need too), but still enjoys the taste and sharing meal. He is busy changing plates and washing tho. There are werewolf's hoodie on the chair and a backpack, because it's Charlie's and Glinda's home, everyone but Monica are guests. There are coffee machine because Glinda works A LOT during the day and also wants to hang out with her new found family at nights. Each syrup bottle picked according to Glinda's and Monica's taste. a ton of frogs stuff- Glinda loves them. An unfinished painting-the abandoned woods in Umbra. Halloween lights-it's Charlie's favorite holiday. Little duck - one of the first things Charlie saw when he first come to Glinda's house (it sit in the sink, drifting in pink colored water). A bouquet of raspberry - Charlie gave it to Glinda in the first days of dating to impress her ( he also thought it had a good symbolism). he killed people to get this bouquet (no joke!!) I'm sorry, I got carried away! But if your question was only about perspective, you have the answer!

[mjoffic]

last minute shopping - eddie munson holiday blurb

I work retail and this popped in my head while refolding a graphic tee table and it's truly just a bunch of fluf and eddie being a cute boi

~ enjoy and happy holidays ~

word count: 1.2k

The holidays. A time focused around family, the reason for the season, cozy sweaters and hot cocoa. Twinkling lights couldn't be missed for miles as every house had some sort of big bulk convenience store decoration. No need for 'frosted windows in a can', oh no, Hawkins was seeing a very white Christmas with snow fall never ending and the chill of the wind cutting through every jacket and parka leaving no survivors behind. The joy was like an electric buzz in the air, only one thing could diminish the feeling.

The Starcourt Mall.

Eddie wasn't the best planner, never had been. Despite this year trying his best to be on top of the holidays he still had yet to get something for Uncle Wayne. With Christmas Day only two days away, it was a scramble for the perfect gift and it was absolute hell trying to get anywhere in the mall.

He could try The Gap? Nah, too pricey.

Maybe a gift certificate to Scoops Ahoy? But when would Wayne ever find the time to use it? He's always working.

Eddie sighed in frustration, running a hand through his mop of curls. He took a moment to look around the area, peeking over the heads of bustling mothers herding their kids to meet Santa, dads sitting on benches with shopping bags galore, teenagers running around the food court with their Orange Julius's sloshing all over the place. This was a nightmare. Slim pickings. Would Wayne be upset over a hand drawn card?

He was near giving up when he spotted Macy's on the far end. It was a department store, and while it seemed busy, it wasn't as congested as the inner workings of the mall. He squeezed his way through and slid through a sliver of space in between two groups of families; one included a mother scolding her husband for losing their credit card, the other group had a child crying over not getting the remote control car on the front table. Eddie pursed his lips, so glad he wasn't in that stage of life just yet.

There seemed to be never ending options for Eddie to look through, he wondered why he hadn't stopped in in the first place. It also made this decision much more difficult. He knew that he would definitely be walking out with something, no doubt, but genuinely the starting point slowly began to stump him and he felt his once eager energy depleting. A three pack of ties? When did Wayne dress up? A mug? Sure, lets add to the hundreds of them adorning the trailer wall. Maybe a fancy glass set? Even if the glasses were on sale, it was definitely out of Eddie's comfort range of spending.

"Well the sign says fifty percent off!"

A screech from an older woman pulled Eddie out of his daze and his attention turned to the scene on his right.

"Ma'am, I understand your frustration, however the sign details specifically to the gift sets. This sweater is on the table, but is signed for thirty percent off."

Eddie shifted his gaze from the woman, red in the face, almost matching her Christmas red sweater, to you. You stood behind a counter, not currently in use to ring up customers, but he noticed a stack of scarves next to you. He assumed you'd been cleaning up. You wore emerald green, very festive, and an elf hat to match. Despite your professional aura, the bell on the end of hat could almost send him into a fit of giggles every time your head even moved an inch.

"I'd be more than happy to show you-" you started, before being interrupted.

"You can show me to your manager! This is false advertising!" the women shouted, drawing a few more eyes into encounter.

"Ma'am, I'll have to ask you to keep from yelling in the store," you responded, face void of emotion. "If you would let me-"

"I'll yell if I want to! This is a free country!"

Eddie watched you take a deep breath, before picking a landline off the counter. You typed quietly while the woman continued her banter. You faked a smile to her before speaking again. "Hi, hey Ron, it's Y/n! Yeah, yeah, doing good, hey listen, would you mind sending security down to gifts? I have a disgruntled customer who refuses to listen. Awesome, thanks so much!"

The womens jaw dropped as you placed the phone back to the receiver, Eddie snickering quietly at this interaction.

"Who do you think you are!" the woman shouted, feigning a hand to her chest dramatically. "Do you know who I am?"

You smiled and shook your head, folding your hands on the counter. "No, ma'am, I don't! However I am the manager of this department and am asking you to remove yourself before security gets here."

The woman stared dumbfounded, slowly backing up from your bubble. Eddie stared in wonder at the interaction, and if he was honestly, completed turned on by your dominance.

"Merry Christmas!" you smiled, waving as the woman moved away from the scene.

Eddie noticed security at the end of the walkway and he shook his head, laughing slightly. Finding the nerve to walk up to you, he leaned softly against the counter and looked to the way in which the Grinch had left. "I think that was better than any of those movies playing in the theater right now."

You looked to him when he had approached, and smirked a bit at his words. "I try. Gotta keep some sort of sanity in this place."

"I get it, it's a madhouse in here," Eddie nodded, giving his best smile before extending his hand. "Eddie."

Your smirk simmered into a smile and you shook his hand back, nodding. "Y/n."

"Well, Y/n, I'm wondering if you might be of some use to me," he said, straightening back up.

"Oh?" you questioned, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, I mean, you are the manager of this department," Eddie said. "I'm in the works for the perfect gift."

"Ah," you nodded, stepping out from around the counter and glancing around your section. "Mom? Sibling? Girlfriend?"

Eddie stifled a laugh and he slowly followed beside you. "Uh, no mom. No siblings. And no girlfriend."

Your face erupted in pink and you stumbled over your words. "Oh, um, I'm sorry, I just assumed-"

"Hey, hey," Eddie grinned. "All good here. I'm shopping for my uncle, wanna try to find him something nice. Not much of a budget but I figured I'd find something on sale."

You felt your panic subside and sat a cool hand against your cheek, the heat subsiding. "Well, I'm sure we can find something perfect for him! Maybe something for you? Doesn't hurt to treat yourself sometimes."

Eddie pursed his lips a little bit and dug his hands in his pockets, following slightly behind you. He watched the way the bell of your hat jingled with every step you took. You arms slightly swayed when you walked, and you barely made a sound when taking a step. He began to notice the little things, and started to quietly thank the stars he'd came into the mall after all.

"I think I already have."

[silverwarewolf]

mkay i know i promised to post excerpts but life is really fucking busy right now sooooo we're switching things around. today! today you get bloody whiskey. and some saturday asks later.

so. welcome, everyone, to this week's writeblr content - it's a little dynamic i thought up called "use two different picrews to portray what your characters look like and what they see themselves as"

in other words, you will see the character's regular appearance on the left (picrew by PotatoLord), and on the right you'll see what they would draw/describe/picrew themselves like (picrew by nuggts).

feel free to do a similar dynamic for your own OC's!

without further ado, bloody whiskey main cast under the cut. enjoy!

Leo, well, what can we say about Leo. He sees himself as a little more awkward than he really is - he's the kind of person who realizes they're in their twenties and go "I'M AN ADULT????"

That also means that, where others only see a friendly demeanor, he thinks it's painfully obvious that he's got a crush. No, it is almost unpercievable to the others, much to his misfortune.

Irvine, Irvine, poor lil Irvine. He's haunted by a lot of things. His past, his vampirism, the paranormal. Somehow, it's easier for the others to note that there's something bothering him than the tension between him and Leo.

So, in the same vein but the opposite end, his facade of obvliviousness and simply happening to be good at stuff like handling animals, butchering, and cooking, is not as good of an act as he thinks it is.

Tanner is pretty consistent, as it turns out! I think the only difference is that he sometimes gets a sense of self doubt about like, his style or how he presents and such, while everyone else pays no mind to it, they think he's cool. Also, his transgender experience is very personal, yeah? so i thought it would be fitting to represent that in this "inner" version of his.

Kamryn is also pretty consistent. If anything, what others percieve as a dry and sarcastic character is five times stronger than he truly means it - he does have that specific sense of humor, but in his mind it's not really that strong? So why does everyone think he's this "cool tough guy" when he's just chilling?

It works in his favor though, for the most part. The charm that he knows he has is also five times stronger than he believes it.

Jo, my sweet angel. She has the opposite issue - to her, she's quite animated and friendly, very whimsical. But sometimes it takes a bit more effort so that her feelings actually translate into her facial expression / general demeanor.

They can appear reserved at times, but once you get to know them, they're actually pretty fun to hang out with. And yes, she and Kamryn are very good friends in part due to this, even though to the outside eye they look like they're always locked in a 5D chess battle.

Louise is somewhere in between the two. She's generally pretty chill, but sometimes she feels unapproachable. Maybe if she opened up about her interests more, it would help! Her siblings didn't really know that she liked exercise (and women), and they only found out way later than Irvine did. He's just observant like that, totally no other reason.

Anna is having a bit of a crisis by the time we meet her. So, she generally thinks of herself as being way less cool / stylish than she is on the outside. She's working on it, though! Once she befriended Tanner, things have been going better for the both of them in that regard.

Winny is more like Josephine. On the outside, she appears like a serious and collected engineer, but on the inside there's a much more animated personality. She absolutely LOVES videogames and holiday seasons, and she's also a lot more adventurous than she looks. I mean, she's been taking motorcycle lessons from Kamryn, after all! Who knew?

Aunt Harley is one of the more consistent ones, I'd say. The only real difference between other's perception of her and her own is that she feels a lot more casual about things? Sure, she owns a very successful farm, but she just feels like she always did decades ago - she even has the same energy!

In truth, she actually enjoys when people see that deeper side of her, youthful and innovative, rather than simply middle aged and mildly wealthy. Only Irvine and Edmund (who isn't on this list) have seen that side of her.

Last but not least - Cousin Kathleen! She's very sure of herself and isn't afraid of showing it! Confident, stylish, and good at her job - she's ready to take on the world whenever!

Some other Kathleen facts: she enjoys horror movies and is actually the one who most regularly accompanies Irvine in the more paranormal moments of the plot. Anything to see a vampire in action! Don't worry about her clothes - she knows how to gets bloodstains out of them, and it's not like her business isn't successful enough to buy another, if it comes down to it.

Taglist (lmk to be added/removed): @albatris @multi-lefaiye @vampiresdrinkfruitjuice @hazelgatoya

[aheckinmess]

I feel like the holidays were so busy I haven't been able to catch up on writing much, but for you AOT fans, I told you I'd be writing some Attack on Titan fiction eventually. A little drabble came to mind this morning that I now over you:

TW: Character Injury

Being shot hurts like a bitch.

Oh, sure. Adrenaline keeps you moving long enough to be useful, especially when you're a pro at acting like you're fine, like me.

But when it's all said and done, and Levi hovers over me while helping Jean wrap up the bullet wound in my side, that motherfucker burns.

"She's losing a lot of blood, Jean, you're gonna have to pull it tighter than that." Levi hisses, his hands covered in blood.

Knowing his aversion to dirt is probably why I can't help but wipe my hands in the grass with shaky hands before I grip Levi's arm. Tears sting my eyes as he fades in and out with every heartbeat.

"Captain, am I going to die?" I choke, nostrils flaring as I look up into his dull blue eyes. "Please don't let me go."

"You're not dying if I can help it." He growls out, drawing a whimper from my lips as he tightens the bandages. "You'll be fine." His voice comes out steadier this time.

"I haven't finished making your cape." I shudder, swallowing thick breaths and squeezing his hand tighter. "We never went to that tea shop, you know. You…y-you still have to take me. You promised."

"I know. I will. As soon as you're better." He vows, resting on his knees beside me.

"I don't want to be alone, Captain." I beg. "Don't go."

"I'll stay." He whispers, stroking a thumb across my cheek before inhaling sharply and withdrawing his hand back into the safety of his uniform. "Get some rest."

[thedoover-if]

i'll just call myself the avoidance anon (lol) and yes, we're doing much better, thank you! I'm happy to say that, as a big FU to my (ex) dad, I am now earning three times his salary. haha

anyways, on the subject of kids, I have this scenario where my PC have always wanted to have a child (totally not me btw) but obviously that didn't happen bc of the cheating and divorce. in a game I played recently, the MC's mother had artifical insemination to have a baby. so what if our PC did that too (we better be making big bucks as a marriage councellor or i'll sue) a year or two after the divorce.

I hc my PC as someone who overworks to cope (if I can't see you, you can't see me) and kinda just... forgets to take care of themselves at some point. while spending a day-off on their favorite cafe, they happen to see a happy family walk by and after almost a week of thinking, they're on their way to get an IUI. a few months later, its confirmed that they're pregnant and affectionately call the bundle of joy, 'my miracle'. ('I lost myself but I found you, my tiny miracle')

on the night of the accident, PC asked the sweet old couple next door to babysit bc they're working late aaand... there goes the plot. at some point after the accident, the ex-spouse somehow meets the child and is curious about the father and (possibly) gets even more heartbroken realizing PC most likely went through a pregnancy alone; the morning sickness, pregnancy cravings, and the heightened emotions on top of the soreness.

ex-spouse: 'oh, what are you drawing?'

(c/n): 'ms. penny said to draw my family. this is me; I'm a prince/princess.'

ex-spouse: "oh, is this your mommy and daddy, then?"

(c/n): 'no, mommy is the fairy godmother. that's daddy and his princess.'

ex-spouse: 'your daddy and... his princess?'

(c/n): 'mmh! mommy said my real daddy left to look for his true love, and that they lived happily ever after.'

(the skit is purely for emotional damage LOLOLOL)

ex-spouse is left to be a silent observer as he watches PC put the child to sleep by singing them a lullaby (think 'never grow up' by ts) and watch them be the mother they always wanted to be, except, the spot next to them was empty (different from his imagination) and the warm, loving gaze PC used to give him was now directed at someone else.

for extra angst, i'd like to imagine the ex-spouse's parents being aware that PC had a baby and sends birthday and holiday gifts for the little one. they were even there for the baby's birth. when the ex later called his parents to ask why they didn't say anything to him about the baby, they simply said 'it was none of his business'. of course, the parents would notice PC overworking themselves, but months later, they saw small, positive change with the PC, and when they opened up they were, in fact, pregnant, they didn't want their kid to ruin the happiness PC found (again)

at this point, it just became a mini-au of an au. I'M JSUT SO EXCITED FOR THIS IF JSJAKPQXNWO

hi again! aw that makes me really happy to hear and YESSS CONGRATS TO YOU!!!

uhm...this skit😭😭 emotional damage achieved anon😭 also i love never grow up!! well this story broke my heart WHYY. reading this makes me so glad i didnt add any kids into this horrible mix LOL. and by the end of the book itll just be up in the air what happens with MC and their partner, so you guys can just create whatever scenarios you want haha

and thank you for the excitment!!💗 sorry its taking so long, coding is such a drag (im really slow haha) but it hopefully shouldnt be too long anymore!!

[akaruiakiki]

Quick question! Are we allowed to draw OCs as if they were in TEBKTH??? Like- sort of in the style and whatnot.

Hope you're having a good day by the way! Late Happy Holidays to you! ^^

Hello Ora! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ (Sorry for the late answer I was gonna make a lil guide on TEBKTH character making to accompany my answer but I was too busy (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)💦)

Of course! ✨I'd love to see how yalls oc would look like in the Early Birds style! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) Though I'd like to make a lil guide before hand! (Or not ngl I'm not that serious about getting the details 100% accurate to my AU, it should be fun! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠))

Thank you so much! I'm gonna go to a themepark today ~ late Happy Holidays to you too! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)