#look at this rainbow hat!! look at the color gradient!!

[tj-crochets]

This hat is so cool!!!

The project that started it all! I saw this hat kit at a local yarn show, and my partner was able to convince me to get it and give knitting another chance. I've been pushing myself a little more this time, doing different patterns and colorwork and things, so I've been enjoying it a lot more! But that also means that this hat is what inspired me to be able to knit my first pair of socks.

[ratcatcher0325]

A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #35)

Chapter #35. SURPRISE!!!🎄 🎁 Merry Christmas! 🎁🎄 I couldn't leave us on that big of a cliffhanger! Not on Christmas! Anyway, here is a little holiday gift from me to you. I want to sincerely thank everyone in this community who takes the time to read this story. I am so grateful for each and every one of you! Where is Natalie taking Alexander? Is he going to love it or hate it? It's usually 50/50 with him.

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Word Count: 8,756 Read Time: Approx. 90 mins

CW: Physical intimacy. SO much physical intimacy.

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #35: La Petite Aiguille

[Alexander’s POV]

Rows upon rows of bolts of fabric in every color, shade and pattern I could fathom, lined the walls. Custom racks accommodated spools of thread all arranged in the gradient of the rainbow, while tungsten sconces bathed the room in an orange, electric glow. The solid wood beams of the ceiling gave the room an old-fashioned gravitas, while the smell of polished wood and starched linen ignited my olfactory senses. 

Everything was immaculately organized, each thread having its place. 

There was a break in the floor-to-ceiling shelves on the left, where a maroon curtain separated us from whatever lay on the opposite side. 

On display on the tables in front of us and on the counters of the classical oak desk that served as the register, were mannequins sporting all kinds of clothing, from impressive gowns fit for a runway stage, to elaborate, themed costumes, to, yes, even beautifully crafted suits in every cut. 

But the best part? 

Every single article of clothing on display, from the dresses, to the outfits, the hats and shoes, were perfectly proportioned to my dimensions. This entire, wonderful place accommodated people like me. 

I stared, slack jawed, unable to believe this wasn’t some sort of very realistic dream, when I felt Natalie’s gaze on me, “What do you think? This is supposed to be the best place in all of Massachusetts…” She hummed softly, the fingers of her left hand stroking the outside of the pocket, about level with my chest. 

Unable to tear my eyes away, I swallowed, gripping the fabric to keep from showing her any pathetic emotions, “I—“ 

Before I had a chance to complete, or even begin, that thought, the sharp clink of metal rings sliding across a curtain rod hit my ears, as someone crossed the threshold. 

My heart jumped. Another human. What was this one going to be like? 

My hands itched for something to defend myself with. Whether she could feel my body stiffen, or just guessed by instinct, Natalie gently pressed her fingers over my heart, caressing my forearm with her thumb. I looked up to catch her gaze. Her eyes seemed calm, reassuring. I did my level best to relax. 

As the figure crossed behind the main desk, I endeavored to take in all of her details, reading her for any signs, positive or negative. 

Her hair was cut short, tight pin curls looping and twisting in a gravity defying mop of pure white. Her keen, bright eyes shone beyond the rim of her, golden reading glasses, perched low on her nose. Her vintage jewelry, including an elegant gold watch, sparkled in the light of the lamp beside her. Her outfit was clearly custom made, a beautiful matching vest and skirt in warm earth tones, with white dress sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her hands were lithe, yet possessed a certain air of intentionality with every move she made. She held a leather bound tome under her arm.

“Apologies for the wait, we’re at the peak of our holiday orders at the moment. How can I help you?” She locked eyes with Natalie, seemingly not noticing me quite yet. Her voice was soft and clear as a bell. She set down her book, cracking it open and scribbled something along its many columns and rows. Natalie stepped up to the counter as she spoke. I leaned forward, enjoying the swooping, artistic motions of her calligraphic script as she wrote in incredibly ornate cursive. 

“Oh, hello, there.” She’d stopped writing. I looked up to find her gaze, dulled with age but not without a keen spark, was fixed on me. 

I clenched my jaw as I hardly dared to breathe… I waited for the condescending comment to come next. She leaned down to address me again, “Sir? What can I do for you today?” A smile played about her lips, but it was far from anything like a sneer. It was warm, friendly. 

I breathed a sigh of relief. She was waiting for my reply. She was addressing me directly. I cleared my throat. “I, uh, I believe I’m here to purchase a suit.” I raised my voice to cover the distance, trying to sound like I did this sort of thing all the time. 

“More than just one. He’d like to be fitted today, please.” I whipped over my shoulder to look up at Natalie. Was she serious? When I met her eyes, she nodded and winked at me. 

“So you want the full custom package?” The woman looked at me, I looked to Natalie, Natalie nodded in the affirmative. The human across from us checked her wrist, nodding with an exact precision I couldn’t help but admire, “Perfect timing. I believe I can squeeze you in between our other standing consultations. Right this way.” She motioned for us to follow her into the curtained room. 

We entered the back area and were greeted by two tables with ornate lion’s paw legs. The one on the left was piled with fabric, neatly folded, with tools of the trade including rulers, pushpins, scissors and measuring tape. On the right, the surface of the table was bare, save a series of pristine white boxes, each sitting side by side, along its center. I wondered what those were. 

Instead, we curved toward the left. I supposed I’d just have to wait to find out more. 

We came to a stop in front of the table with its neatly organized tools. I was beginning to deeply appreciate the pristine organization of this place. It was far more comforting than Natalie’s rat’s nest approach to every inch of her living space, though I'd managed to train her out of her most egregious lifestyle habits. 

I was torn from my musing when fingers descended all around me, the pad of Natalie’s thumb resting over my chest while two fingers hooked under my arms as she applied light pressure.

I met her eyes to see her arched brow, as she sought permission to pick me up and set me down. With a curt nod from me, she lifted me up and out, placing me on my own two feet in the center of the table. As she fished for my crutch, the other woman approached the table, setting a clipboard and red ink pen down on the surface beside me. 

She adjusted her glasses as she pulled the chain to a lamp behind me, bathing my surroundings in a soft glow. I couldn’t help but notice the way my jaw involuntarily clenched and I held my breath as her arm loomed overhead. 

I realized with a sharp pang the indignity that was about to commence. 

Natalie was finally granting me the opportunity to dress like the gentleman I was, a wonderful thing indeed, but… no tailored suit, big or small, was possible without acquiring that gentleman’s measurements. 

I felt a twist in my stomach, as I pictured being pinched, grabbed, and puppeted about like a doll, as string was cinched too tightly around my arm or leg to quantify the size of limbs. This strange woman’s hands who I’d admired from a distance for their precision and poise, now intimidated me in the lamplight, seeming too aged, bony and frighteningly precise in their movements to be anything but painful when they seized me. 

The liver spots that dotted her arm, the thin and almost papery nature of her skin that displayed the blue veins snaking beneath and the pronounced knuckles on her arthritic, littlest fingers all reminded me of a particular set of hands I’d fought very hard to forget. 

“… Alexander?” The present circumstance came back into crystal clear focus at the sound of my name from Natalie’s lips. I blinked hard and looked up at where the sound had come from. Her finger and thumb held my crutch between them, as she bent at the waist to address me, her brow slightly furrowed with worry, she gently brushed my arm with the side of her curled fingers, nudging me back into reality, “… Here you go.” She offered me my walking aide, and I cleared my throat, taking it from her while staring at the floor. 

“Ah, is that your name? I don’t think we got properly introduced.” This time it was that voice that tinkled like a bell in my ears. I’d admit, it had a pleasant ring, despite my trepidations, “Hello, Alexander, I’m Marianne. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She offered a finger to shake. I admit, I was taken aback. Why was she so courteous? She was smiling at me. 

It put me on edge. 

When was she going to burst into laughter? Was it when I gave in to her invitation to shake, like equals, only for her to pull her hand away? Or would it be the moment I turned over my shoulder where she’d take the opportunity to snatch me up by the collar? I refused to believe this wasn’t an act. 

She was still offering her finger. 

I was taking too long, if I waited much more I’d be questioned. 

I took a few steps forward and stiffly shook the pad of her finger with my hand. Immediately retreating the few steps back when it was over. Good. No funny business. Not yet. I decided as long as she continued this charade of being polite, I’d do the same. An eye for an eye and all that. 

“Well, we’re delighted to have you here. And what’s your name, young lady?” Natalie introduced herself and shook hands with the older woman with a warmth I found reassuring. “Welcome to La Petite Aiguille.” I suppose she thought that name was terribly clever. How gouche. Of course, she probably assumed I couldn’t understand French, which would be a false assumption.

 I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, as she addressed us again, “May I interest either of you in any refreshments?” She had my attention, now, as she acquainted us with our options. I ordered herbal tea, Natalie chose coffee. The woman, Marianne, excused herself to prepare them both. 

After the clack of the woman’s shoes on the hardwood faded, Natalie leaned down, resting her chin on her forearm, setting down her free hand close to where I stood, “So? Whaddya think?” Her eyes gleamed. Always so excitable, wasn’t she? 

“It…” I felt heat rise in my face. I mustn’t come across like some giddy child let loose in a toy store, “It seems like a professional and respectable establishment.” 

Her face fell, she was clearly hoping for more enthusiasm from me, but I was far too embarrassed to show her just how excited I was. Before she could form a response, Marianne returned with a tray, including a steaming mug of coffee I could’ve taken a dip in if I so chose, as well as a teapot, mug and saucer balanced on an embossed tray, all sized to me. But that was not all. In hand, she also clutched a proportional end table and chair which she gingerly placed beside me. I served myself the tea as she continued.

“As you can see we specialize in custom clothing for those of nimbler proportions than our own.” Nimbler, eh? I quite liked that. “So what’re we getting outfitted for today? A holiday party? Gala? Wedding?” Me? At a human wedding? I nearly spit a mouthful of tea back into the cup. 

“No, nothing like that.” Natalie swooped in to save the conversation, “He just likes to be sharply dressed. Personally, I love lounging at home in sweats and a t-shirt but this one wants cufflinks and starched collars.” Her index finger brushed the toe of my shoe, “He’s suffered for way too long in casual clothes. Now that he’s more healed up, he deserves to dress to the nines every day if he wants to.” She winked at me. My heart knocked at my ribs. Stupid, impressionable, laughable idiot! Just drink your tea and stop with the flushed face already! I swallowed everything in the cup in one go. 

“A true mondain, I see. Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place. Let’s see what we can do.” What was this woman’s deal with sprinkling French into every other sentence? Was she trying to show off? She grabbed her pen and started to jot things down on the form before her. 

I poured myself another cup of tea, and directed my words to the ceramic vessel, “Vous pensez que vous êtes si intelligent, n'est-ce pas? Je peux aussi parler français, tu sais.” The woman, I supposed I could start thinking of her by her name, Marianne, never paused in her writing. The line came and went without her understanding. I pursed my lips and couldn’t help the smug smirk that crossed my face. It seemed she didn’t know the language nearly as well as she’d put on. I continued to revel in my superiority, until I heard the human to my right clearing her throat theatrically. 

I looked up to see Natalie’s eyebrows raised as she scowled at me disapprovingly. “Be nice!” She mouthed. I opened my hands and shrugged as if to say “What?”. She didn’t get a chance to retaliate, however, as Marianne raised her eyes from the page and addressed us. 

“Now, first thing’s first, we’ll need your measurements.” Damn. I came down from my temporary high and felt my heart in my throat again. 

Evidently I wasn’t as skilled at masking my feelings on the matter as I’d thought, because she reassured me while preparing her tools, “Not to worry, Alexander, there will be no rough treatment here. I’ll be as gentle with you as Natalie would.” I snuck a glance up at the woman she’d mentioned, only to find, much to my embarrassment, that she was already looking me over. 

We both instantly turned our attention back to our drinks.

Marianne carried on unperturbed. I was beginning to wonder if this woman was one of the least observant people on the planet, or if she was just exceedingly polite. She scribbled things on her paper, before organizing her rulers and measuring tapes before her. She addressed me as she prepped, “So, you’re fond of gentleman’s wear, hm? Not many young men care about keeping up appearances anymore. I’m glad you’re an exception to the rule. My Henri was fond of his pinstripes and pocket squares. A perfect pairing for a seamstress, you can imagine!” Her eyes sparkled with memories long past. 

“I… I’m sorry for your loss…”  Natalie’s voice was kind and genuine. 

“Oh, that’s alright, honey. We had many wonderful years together.” She turned to me, “I think he would’ve quite liked you, Alexander.” 

Me? I couldn’t imagine how much I and an older human man could possibly have in common, besides our manner of dress. And in any case, this woman had only just met me, how could she possibly make such a rapid assessment?

I nodded politely in agreement anyway, hoping to move past this rather somber moment and return to the exciting part of getting me into a beautiful suit. 

Of course, Natalie couldn’t help but ask follow up questions. Annoying, the way humans always politely placated each other with niceties and small talk, “Did he help you run this place?” 

Marianne cracked a smile, “Oh, yes! The whole thing was his idea. Down to the name. I was perfectly happy to stitch away on my little creations at home, but he encouraged me to share my skills with others. He was always the gregarious one…” you don’t seem to have any problem talking at length, as far as I can see. “… and much better at putting our clients at ease, though, I try my very best. I know the constant invasion of personal space can be unwelcome.” 

Finally someone acknowledges this well-known truth! 

“Now, Mr. Alexander, if you’ll take a few steps forward, I’ll get your height to start.”

The flattery of being addressed so formally was quickly counteracted by an unwelcome reality that the aforementioned invasion of personal space was about to begin. 

I looked about myself to set down the cup in my hand. The side table was just out of reach from where I stood. I shifted my weight, about to turn over my shoulder to cross closer to the surface when a finger brushed the length of my forearm, warm and soft. I stopped in my tracks and looked up. 

Natalie was offering to take the cup from me. Her lips curled into a soft smile as my gaze locked with hers, “Don’t worry, I won’t accidentally drop this one. I promise.” She winked. 

I couldn’t help but crack a smile, and shake my head before balancing the cup on the pad of her index finger. She pinched it between finger and thumb and carried it to its proper place for me. 

***** 

As Alexander stepped forward, away from the tiny furniture, the experienced hands of the craftswoman carefully slid a polished wooden ruler behind his back. I found myself balancing my chin over my crossed arms to get a closer look at what the measurement tool showed. 

He stood very still, his posture perfect, and his chest puffed. I could tell he was stretching his spine to stand as tall as he possibly could. As I squinted to discern the tiny lines that Alexander could easily trace with his fingers, I saw his exact height for the first time. 

Five and half inches, exactly. 

My heart melted. 

As the ruler was removed, I searched his face for signs of unease. I wouldn’t blame him for being nervous. He was already grumpy enough being handled by me, I knew having a stranger’s hands all over him wouldn’t exactly be a walk in the park. 

“You okay?” I mouthed, unable to resist brushing the toe of his shoe with a fingertip. He nodded, sucking in a sharp breath. I could see he was steeling himself. 

I trusted Marianne, she seemed extremely kind and respectful. Still, her fingers, though aged and thin, were each over half the length of his entire little body. 

She prepared a length of bright crimson thread, tying it off in a knot in one graceful pull. 

“First, I’ll ask you to let your arms rest at your sides…” he shuffled his weight, unsure what to do with the crutch in his hand. 

“You okay to stand without it for a few? I can hold it for you.” I offered. He nodded, clearly disinterested in needing any help, but having no choice. 

“…And then I’m going to measure the width of your shoulders, will you turn to face Natalie?” I liked that she walked him through every single step she was taking. I could see he was starting to relax a bit as he shuffled his feet to face me. Marianne used the bit of string to measure along his shoulder blades, from point to point. The scribble of her pen on paper and the hum of the heater somewhere behind us, were the only sounds in the room. 

Until…

Thunk, thunk, thunk. 

I think I jumped more than he did. Someone was knocking on what I assumed must’ve been the back door of the shop. 

Marianne had a different reaction, “Oh!” She dropped the thread and checked her watch, “They’re early! I apologize, someone is here to drop off a bulk order. You’ll have to excuse me. This is the trouble of running things all by myself!” She looked flustered and embarrassed for having to pause, “I should only be a minute!” 

She stepped through the curtain and after a few moments I could hear the sounds of a door opening and the low rumble of male voices mixing with hers. The activity faded into the background as I took in the little life before me. 

“You wanna sit down? Rest your leg?” 

“I’m fine, thank you.” I wasn’t convinced but it didn’t seem worth it to argue over. I found myself reaching for the bit of string that had served as his measuring tape. Threading it in and out from between my fingers. 

That’s when we heard Marianne’s voice cut through, far more flustered than we’d heard before, “No! No, this is all wrong. You have half of my satin and georgette mixed in with someone else’s bolts of polyester! How difficult is it to keep your orders straight?” I could hear the clack of her shoes on hardwood growing louder as she suddenly thrust aside the curtain, “I’m so sorry for this little hiccup. I’ll just be a bit longer… Oh—“  

Her eyes cast down to the crimson thread pinched between my finger and thumb. “Were you measuring him yourself?” 

Alexander and I both exchanged flustered glances before I tried my best to respond, “Well, I—“ 

I heard the low voices of men and the shuffling of heavy feet beyond the curtain. As Marianne checked over her shoulder, her eyes widened, “Be careful with that! You almost knocked it over!” Her head of curly white hair, popped back in to address us, “No, no. Please. Go ahead! It’ll save us time! You’ll have to excuse me!” She gestured at the thread between my fingers before dashing off, footsteps fading even as I could hear her shout in exasperation about some other mishap those workers were creating in her shop. 

And suddenly it was just he and I. 

He cleared his throat, pulling at his collar. 

“So…” I finally mumbled, breaking the silence. His blue eyes met mine when I spoke. My face felt warm. 

“So.” He shifted his weight, his face splashed with pink, while he craned his neck to stare up at me. 

“I guess, I’m gonna— I mean, if you’re okay with… me??”

He thrust his hands in his pockets, nodding his head, while his blonde bangs hung in his eyes, “Right, no. I mean. We must… Musn’t we? For the sake of-of the time. Like she said.” 

“Yeah. Totally. Uh. Okay. So…” I twirled the piece of thread around my finger, while I glanced at the sheet of paper, “It looks like I’m supposed to measure your chest next…” My hands inched toward him. I could feel my pulse in the tip of every finger, I had to concentrate to keep them steady. Alexander watched my encroaching hands like a hawk, his spine stiff, his lips taught.

“Wait!” He threw up his own little palm. I stopped, confused. His brow furrowed as he addressed me, “You’re practically towering over me, standing like that. Do you know how exhausting it is to practically break my neck just to be able to address you? Go find a chair.” I raised my brows, he rolled his eyes, “Please.” 

I pulled it up before the table and sat down, “There, better?” I was so much closer to eye level with him now, and yet, he still seemed so far away, standing in the shadow I cast. 

He won’t seem so far once I’m physically touching him. I felt a thrill rush through me at the thought. 

I took the knotted end and gently held it against his sternum. He rocked back on his heel from the pressure, nevertheless. His little heart was pounding against his ribs. I melted again. 

After a moment, “Ahem, Natalie?” I was frozen in place, just mesmerized by the thrumming of life beneath my fingers.

“Right, right! Sorry!” I shook my head. “Okay hold that for me, please…” his lithe little fingers took over for my gigantic one, as I wrapped the string around his chest and arms. I pinched the string where it met the knotted end and pulled it away from his body. Finally, I laid it flat to the tape measure before jotting down the number. We proceeded to do this with the length of his arms, the circumference of his tiny little wrists, even his neck, which I tried to be painstakingly delicate with. 

With his chin thrust in the air, I could feel him gazing up at me as he held the knot against the hollow of his throat. He opened his mouth to speak and I bit the inside of my lip, worried he might snap at me out of discomfort, but instead he spoke so softly it was almost too quiet to hear, “You’re not too bad at this, Ms. Marquez…” 

As he spoke, I could feel the tiny vibrations in his neck as I very delicately brought the string around. What a mesmerizing feeling. I swelled with pride, “Oh really? Approval from the Little Nightmare? Not a single criticism yet? It’s my lucky day. What’d I do to deserve this?”

“Don’t let it go to your head… it’s big enough as it is!” 

“Hey! Rude!” I released the string, pretending to be offended. To my delight, his little face broke out into that lovely crooked smile I adored so much. 

“You’re awfully pleased with yourself, aren’t ya?” 

“As I ought to be! It was a shining example of my cracking wit, and you ought to be more impressed.” 

“You ready for the next part, Mr. Chuckles?” 

“Oh! Come on!” He wrinkled his nose in disgust, “That was terrible. Was that the best you could come up with? I’ll take Xandy over that, any day!” 

“What’s that? I can call you Xandy now??” 

“No!!! No that’s not what I said! Don’t you dare– Hey! What’re you doing?!”

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As I spoke, her fingers and thumbs rushed up from behind and landed on either side of my waist. The warmth was intoxicating, her grip all encompassing, and intimate. My face flushed with color and heat. 

“Don’t look at me like that! It’s the next thing on the list!” She was defensive. I twisted and squirmed feeling the tension in the thread as it rested at the small of my back. 

She had to be playing coy with me! Couldn’t she see how flustered she was making me? It’d been hard enough to keep my composure when she rested her fingertip over my heart, or gently guided my arms where she wanted them, or leaned down so close while she regarded me with such care and gentleness that her fingertips left electrical pulses where they brushed against my skin. But now this? 

I was finding it hard to breathe. 

“You could at least warn a man before you trap him in your colossal grip! Have you learned nothing?” 

“I’m not– Look, we don’t have to do this. Especially if you’re gonna get all pissy about it.” She looked crestfallen. That soft warmth dissipated as suddenly as it had appeared when she pulled her hands away, the thread dragging limply along the table’s surface, pinched between her finger and thumb. 

No, no, no! This isn’t what I wanted at all. Couldn’t she see I was addicted to it now? That warmth, that soft touch? This was all her fault.  

“Wait!” I stepped forward, snatching up the opposite end of the thread before it snaked away from my reach. She looked at me with curiosity, waiting to see what I’d do next, “If you’re going to hold me by the waist, have the courtesy to let me participate.”  Her golden green irises dilated as her mouth parted slightly. I had her complete attention. 

A tremor ran down the nape of my neck to the curve of my lumbar as I pulled the string toward me. She let this tension in the thread move her hand forward with no resistance. My heart skipped a beat. She was letting me control her.

I guided her fingertips to the soft flesh just above my hipbone, where my obliques flared and rippled as I fought to keep my composure. I transferred the thread to my right hand and fed it behind my back, allowing the tension to hold my weight as I leaned back, feeding it around to my right side. I could count each and every quaking beat of my heart as I held the crimson thread in my fist, offering it to her. She slid the tip of her index along the inside of my forearm, making me suck in a sharp breath, before uncurling my fist and taking the string from me. 

“Now what?” she whispered, two pairs of a finger and thumb resting on either side of my body, waiting for my instruction. 

I’d never felt so big in all my life. 

I guided one set of fingers to rest on my navel.  Could she feel how my breath shook when she touched me? 

I grounded myself and brought the other side to meet, letting the string cross itself at the proper place. She pinched the spot with her thumbnail and slowly, gently, retreated to measure and write down her findings. 

“Okay, now hips,” She held the length of string in front of me, waiting to be guided once more. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from beaming. 

I performed the same little ritual with her, and this time her fingertips landed over a much more intimate part of myself. I flushed bright, hissing between clenched teeth, “Careful!”

I expected her to scoff at me, but the eyes that met my upward gaze were soft, “I’m only going where you put me. You’re in control.” 

I don’t know what came over me, but suddenly my legs buckled and gave way beneath me. She was quick to act, wrapping a finger around my hips and pinning me between finger and thumb. 

Dear god, what was she doing to me?!

Before I could take another breath, the clattering of human footsteps and the scrape of metal met my ears and made me jump. 

Marianne’s voice cut through our built up tension like a razorblade, as she seemed completely unaware of our situation, “Okay! So sorry about that, you two!” Natalie quickly let go, as I rushed to tidy myself and readjust my crooked clothing. The seamstress rounded the corner of the table and entered my periphery, glancing over the measurement sheet “Looks like you got the vast majority completed. That’s perfect, we’ve got a great place to start.” She clapped her hands with a sharp crack, a smile warming her aged features as she leaned down to address me, “Now, Mister Alexander. What’re we in the market for?” 

My head spun as I tried to engage my brain, lips and tongue again, “W-what am I—? Uh, um…” It was a truly foreign sensation for words to elude me. I shook my head trying to clear my mind, “A, uh, A classical cut is always best, single breasted, three piece, wool, tweed or cotton, with a notch lapel and double vent.” The words flowed with an easy familiarity, and I found it easier to breathe for the first time since she had left Natalie and I to our own devices. 

“You were right,” She addressed the woman before me, “He really knows his stuff!” Natalie nodded vigorously and smiled, as if to say “You have no idea”. 

“Ah— And no pinstripes. I hate pinstripes.” I added in haste. 

“Duly noted! I think I have quite a few pieces you’ll be interested in.” She gathered the paper with my measurements, Natalaie’s chicken scratch contrasting sharply with the older woman’s elegant script. As she crossed the room, opening a cabinet and searching for something, she spoke over her shoulder, “Please, feel free to come to this other table here…” She gestured to the table with those mysterious boxes on them. 

Natalie and I exchanged a glance, before she slid her palm beside me, hooking her thumb beneath my left arm. She gathered me in her hand, her other fingers supporting my weight before she lifted me off the table. 

She crossed with me to the opposite side, her free thumb gently stroking my cheek. It wasn’t all that long ago I would’ve recoiled at such a caress. Now I melted beneath it. 

What has gotten into me?? 

Soon, I was being lowered to my feet, before one of those mystery boxes. I could see now that the front was obscured by a curtain. 

“Go ahead,” Marianne had just placed a polished wooden case of some kind on the table just to my right, as she seemed to register my curiosity. I took a step forward, only to feel a warmth and pressure on my shoulder. I turned to see Natalie offering me my crutch, balanced on a fingertip. I acquiesced and took it, before thrusting the curtain aside. 

I’m not sure what I’d expected but it wasn’t this. 

Beyond the veil of the fabric, and just a small step up, was what I imagined a dressing room to look like. I’d never been in one myself, human-sized or otherwise, but it fit my expectations and then exceeded them. On the wall opposite me was a full length mirror, held in a gilded, golden frame. A beautiful Persian rug softened the faux wooden floor. There were hooks along the wall to hang clothing, as well as a vanity complete with a mirror and chair. Along the walls were framed prints of famous art pieces. I admit, the Lady with an Ermine was the only one I recognized. Everything felt… authentic. Real. Human. Is this what rooms looked like to them all the time? There was a wide variety of plants that looked… were they real? Not just plastic bastardizations of the typical human houseplant? 

I stepped into the ‘room’ and as I marveled, heard a breathy “Wow, fancy…”  from up high. I craned my neck to find that this room, for all its proportional realism, lacked a ceiling, and, therefore, Nat was easily able to peer down, her arms crossed, and smile at me from above. 

But there was one area in the corner, also sectioned off by a curtain, which, when I peered into it, I realized was actually fully enclosed, complete with an electric wall sconce to brighten the space. 

Oh. What a relief. I wouldn’t have to change in front of these two women. I never expected humans to think of these things. This was a nice surprise. 

“Is it suitable to your tastes?” Marianne appeared beyond the edge of the far wall, “My Henri designed every detail. We had such fun putting them together. Oh speaking of… try these on for size…” 

A wrinkled finger and thumb descended into the space, shattering the illusion that I was in anything other than a highly detailed doll house. Pinched between her digits, was a suit jacket, vest, and matching slacks, each hanging on their own seemingly custom wooden hangers. She carefully placed each of these on one of the wall hooks. Her hand disappeared and then returned with another set and another and another. 

I admit, I felt my heart race at just the sight of them. I’d missed the familiar fit of a suit so very much. My grip on the walking aide was becoming clammy as I absentmindedly bounced on the ball of my good foot in anticipation. 

She also laid down a folded under shirt on the vanity (the folds were crisp and tidy. Impressive for fingers that big) and several different collared shirts on the remaining hangers. 

“I’ll work on ties, belts and shoes while you start with these. How’s that sound?” I nodded in agreement, already making a beeline for the undershirt, a white collared dress shirt and the first vest and pair of slacks on the rack before she’d finished speaking. 

I was just about to disappear into the changing room when a finger on my shoulder stopped me. 

My mouth twisted into an instinctive grimace as Natalie halted me. What?? What did she want?? I was moments away from shedding this baggy loungewear for something sophisticated and elegant. What could possibly be so important that she needed to interrupt me at this very moment? 

I turned to face her, only to realize precisely what. Offered up between her fingers was that pair of tweezers. The same ones I’d used to help myself change since I’d blessedly escaped that god awful tie dye shirt. She’d brought them from home for me. 

“Just in case,” she winked at me. Oh. Now, I felt like an ass. 

I breathed out from my nostrils, releasing the tension in my shoulders, “Thank you.” I even briefly patted the side of her finger as a show of appreciation as I took the object from her. I figured she’d like that, what with her love of touching me all the time.

The sudden thought of her touch and heat and softness completely overwhelming me just moments ago on that other table top made my face flush with shame. 

I hurried inside the changing room, where, luckily, no one could see my changed complexion. 

********** 

I drummed my fingers on the table, just dying for him to throw that tiny curtain aside and reveal himself. Marianne flitted about the room, opening drawers, cabinets and boxes, finding just what she was looking for, all while peering over the rim of her glasses with the keen eye of a master at work. 

Soon she had a lineup of tiny accessories displayed on the vanity table for him to peruse. 

I caught her gaze and mouthed “Thank you”, she nodded warmly and winked, before catching something out of the corner of her eye and gesturing for me to look too. 

That little curtain fluttered with movement, and before I knew it, there emerged one tiny socked foot, then another, with a metal and rubber crutch complimenting their rise and fall. 

Then, my heart skipped.

Hello there, Alexander. 

He looked absolutely incredible, and he wasn’t even fully dressed yet. The slacks sported a flattering pleat down the length of his leg, settling perfectly about his waist. The vest fit beautifully, cinched slightly in the back, the white dress shirt contrasted nicely and the sleeves fit him just right. 

I immediately dropped my chin to the surface of the table to get a closer look. 

He emerged with his head ducked as he gracefully threaded the final button on the vest, the royal blue wool lacing through his lithe little fingers. 

Suddenly, two icy blue irises like crystals of frozen flame were trained on me and I had to bite my lip to keep from embarrassing myself. The blue of the suit made his eyes shine even more brightly than before. 

“It looks like a perfect fit. How does it feel?” He craned his neck to listen to the voice looming above him. He adjusted his shoulders, made sure the vest was perfectly centered, and he toyed with his shirt sleeves until they were just right, before he turned to the full length mirror. 

With my head balanced on my hand, I could just make out a sliver of my face reflected in the tiny mirror over his shoulder. 

Seeing his entire body against the backdrop of one small part of mine reminded me of that first day, when I’d forced him into that ugly little doll shirt and held him up to my bathroom vanity admiring our size difference. That truly felt like a lifetime ago.

Marianne passed him a silky rust colored tie, and I watched with flustered amazement how his fingers expertly worked the flimsy material into a pinprick of a complicated knot, even and perfect. I felt like I was glimpsing into a whole other world of his, a past I only faintly understood. 

With each infinitesimal adjustment of his collar, sweep of his hair, and threading of his tie beneath his vest, I felt myself staring slack jawed at this new version of the little man I thought I’d known so well. 

Now for the jacket. She handed it to him, and he spread the lapels to admire the inner lining (a gorgeous, patterned silk with flowers of purple and blue) when his eyes stopped at something sewn into the collar just as the nape of the neck. 

***** 

I stared at the inside of the jacket, almost in disbelief. 

Sewn with expert precision, were a handful of stitches that unmistakably spelled out “For My Henri”. 

I was flabbergasted. 

Marianne had said he was the love of her life, that they’d built this business together, that he’d encouraged her to use her talents to help others, and this man had been… like me? 

“I-I can’t possibly accept this…” I shook my head, thrusting the beautifully crafted garment away from my body and offering it back up to this kind hearted woman who peered down at me. 

She simply smiled, “Just try it on, at least.” 

She couldn’t be serious. But it would be nice just to try it on for size. She could use it as a reference. I was determined to refuse her offer if she brought it up again, but I saw no harm in at least donning the final piece of the suit, just to see it all together. 

I took a deep breath and easily twirled the garmet over my shoulder, sliding my arms along the silken lining and letting it fall around my body, gazing into the mirror once more. 

Oh, hello there, Alexander. It’s good to see you again, old friend. How I’ve missed you. 

It was beyond perfect. It was the most beautifully crafted suit I’d ever had the pleasure to wear. I looked wonderfully smart. My chest swelled as a small smirk creeped onto my features, threatening to boil over into a boyish grin if I wasn’t careful. 

I refocused the lenses of my eyes to take in Natalie’s gaze, dominating the landscape behind me. Her pupils were dilated, her expression dreamy. I turned to face her, leaving my crutch behind for now. 

I thrust a hand in a pocket, unbuttoning the jacket to show the vest underneath and spun on my heel, feeling altogether like a million bucks. 

“You look… incredible” She practically breathed. The way her eyes shone when she gazed at me… Why did my knees suddenly feel weak at hearing her sigh at me like that? Perhaps I needed my crutch after all. 

“She’s right, you know. It suits you. I suppose I can’t convince you to try on the rest of them can I?” The older woman issued me this challenge with a twinkle in her eye.

Natalie furrowed her brow and cocked her head. As if to say “What could possibly be the problem with that?” 

Of course. She didn’t understand what Marianne and I already did. 

I slid off the jacket and held up its stitching to her. She leaned in so close I could feel the heat of her exhale as she finally managed to squint enough to read the name sewn there.

“Oh, oh my god. So…your… he was…?” Natalie stuttered. 

Marianne nodded, a smile sparkling with decades of memory igniting in her eyes. Eventually, she busied herself with handing me the next suit, this one a beautiful gray, continuing to address Natalie, “He was the best thing to ever come into my life. We found each other when I spent a summer in Paris, a whole lifetime ago. I couldn’t bear to return home without him. Luckily, he agreed to travel halfway across the world to be by my side. It took us a while to come to terms with our feelings, believe me, most people couldn’t possibly understand… especially not in those days. I hope you two don’t let your fear get in the way.” 

My face burned and my mouth felt so dry, my voice cracked as I spoke, “Oh, no, we’re not… we-we—“

Suddenly Natalie’s louder voice tumbled atop mine, cutting me off, as she spoke through a strained smile, “Thank you.” 

I sensed that I’d committed some sort of social faux pas, though I couldn’t understand what. Natalie and I weren’t… that is to say we didn’t have that sort of dynamic. Despite this, I decided to bite my tongue out of a desire to spare Natalie any unnecessary embarrassment. Judging by her bright pink complexion, she was already suffering enough from my attempt to set the record straight. 

I put that interaction out of my mind, though, as I returned to the garments in my hands. I admit, I allowed myself the small pleasure of trying all four of Henri’s suits, each one as beautifully crafted as the last and still in such incredible condition for their age. 

I tried on various loafers, belts, ties and even, to my utter delight, tie clips and cufflinks! 

As a boy coming of age, I’d been repeatedly reprimanded after asking for cufflinks to match my larger counterpart, being told they’d be “much too small to be worth any effort to make them in the first place”. 

Once I’d enjoyed everything those suits had to offer, she asked me to describe what I’d like to have custom made, letting me touch various fabric swatches and color options to help me make my decisions. 

This was all a dream, right? Some sort of beautiful, wonderful dream that I never wanted to wake from? It had to be. Well, if it was all make believe, I supposed asking for what I really wanted wouldn’t hurt any. 

She took notes as Natalie watched on. Why was it every time I turned over my shoulder, she seemed to be looking at me? 

I sat in the chair, pulled beside the vanity, palming the perfectly proportionate cufflinks, and rolling them between finger and thumb. They were so detailed and well crafted I wondered if Henri had made them himself. 

What is wrong with me? These things aren’t mine to take. No matter how wonderful they were. 

I deposited the little metal pieces on the counter beside me, folding my hands in my lap, determined not to fidget anymore. 

As if reading my mind, Marianne travelled around to the side of the table to face me. 

“Well, you’ve been quite the model today.” I nodded in agreement, “I think we’ve put you through more than enough. Now, your custom orders will be shipped to you in approximately ten to twelve weeks. If you need any alterations at all, feel free to come back to the store.” 

What a lovely dream this was. 

She continued, gesturing to those beautiful suits hung along the dressing room the wall, “Which one was your favorite?”

“Oh, well… I couldn’t possibly— they’re all equally wonderful. You possess incredible skill…” 

“I want you to have them.” 

Both Natalie and I let out an incredulous exclamation, in sync with one another: 

“No, no you’re being far too kind—” 

“We couldn’t take them, they belong with you!” 

She shook her head smiling warmly first at Natalie, then to me, “He would’ve wanted them to go to a fine young gentleman who can appreciate every stitch, rather than gathering dust in some box. I’d be honored if you’d take them. Think of it as Christmas coming early!” 

I was completely taken aback, a rush of emotion making my chest swell and my throat tighten as my vision suddenly blurred, “I— I’m at a complete loss for words… T-thank you.” 

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Alexander. Thank you for coming to visit today.” She leaned down to offer me her finger to shake. With a trembling hand, and biting back tears, I shook her finger tip, squeezing it much harder than was called for, and yet I didn’t imagine it was enough to hurt her, “I’m delighted you like them so much. Why don’t you wear the blue one home? It was always my favorite. Now I’ll finish packing the rest and will wait for you to check out in the other room.” 

And suddenly, it was just the girl with the wild hair and warm eyes, and me. She caught my gaze, a smile playing on her lips “Surprise!” She chuckled. 

The swell of deep gratitude, delight, overwhelm and pure joy flooded through me once again and I was perilous to keep it at bay. I rushed forward, my leg aching from the effort, as I crashed into her hand, squeezing myself into the hollow of her palm, as I clutched the base of her thumb and wept, mumbling my thanks between tears of joy. 

“Oh, Alexander…” she breathed, gently enclosing her fingers around me, embracing me back. Her index finger on her free hand gently caressed my hair, neck and shoulders as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I couldn’t stop smiling, no matter how hard I tried. She held my chin with her fingertip, wiping tears with her thumb, “I’m so happy you’re happy. You deserve this. I’m sorry it took so long… but I’m so glad you finally got what you wanted.” She beamed at me. I bit back more tears. She arched her brow and jutted her chin in that mischievous way she always did, “Now pull yourself together and go be all dapper and shit.” She nudged my arm with her thumb. I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. 

Before long, I found myself perched on the countertop of Marianne’s desk in the front of the shop, dressed to the nines from head to foot. I wore the blue suit, of course, with brown leather shoes, and belt, a silken ochre tie with matching pocket square, cufflinks, and a tie clip. I stood tall as the women above me exchanged money for goods. 

I felt a lightness in my body and mind that I hadn’t felt in… well, had I ever felt it? I couldn’t be sure. I had to keep biting the inside of my cheek to stop from grinning ear to ear like some stupid little boy. I’d never been spoiled like this. I’d never been treated like this. I had no idea what to do with myself. 

As we were about to leave, Marianne turned to me, her lips curled into a smile. She gazed at me over the rim of her glasses, giving me a clear view of her keen eyes. “Alexander? N'ayez pas peur de lui dire ce que vous ressentez. Il est clair qu'elle t'aime de tout son cœur. Vous méritez le bonheur autant que nous tous.” 

******* 

I had no clue what she’d said to him, but whatever it was, he looked like he’d been shot through with an arrow, after hearing it. His little eyes went wide and his face burned bright red. 

“Hey…” I rubbed his little shoulder, and he seemed to snap out of it. I smiled apologetically at the woman on the other side of the desk, “Sorry, I think he’s just really excited and overwhelmed about everything that happened. Thank you again, for all you did for him.” As I spoke to her, I coaxed the little man into my hand, his movements suddenly sluggish and distracted. 

“It was truly such a wonderful thing to meet a pair like you. You give me hope for a better future. Thank you for coming in today. You’re always welcome back at any time.” 

“Thank you so much, Marianne!” I echoed her warmth. When Alexander stayed silent, I nudged him a little with my thumb and he seemed to come to. 

“Y-yes! Thank you. V-very much!”

What had gotten into him? Maybe the thrill of the whole thing had worn off and he was just exhausted. Because of his dogged determination to push himself to the limits all the time, it was easy to forget how much more effort it took someone of his size to just interact with people so much bigger than him. He was also standing and walking on his injured leg without his crutch for much longer than normal. I wondered if he was in pain and trying to fight through it. 

Whatever the case, I was looking forward to getting him home with me, and giving him a chance to relax. 

I took in the wonderful sight of him lounging in my palm, his head resting on the pad of my index finger, his calves and ankles hanging off the far edge of my palm, his little hands spread against my skin, keeping himself steady. He stared at his tiny leather shoes, and seemed disinterested in looking in my direction. How funny he was. I wondered what on earth was on his brilliant little mind. 

Strange little nightmare, let’s get you home.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

From One Master to Another

Part 1 (ft. Riddle and Silver) I Part 2 (ft. Trey and Kalim) I Part 3 (ft. Jade and Lilia) I Part 4 (ft. Deuce and Jamil) I Part 5 (ft. Malleus and Ruggie) | Part 6 (ft. Cater and Rook) | Part 7 (ft. Sebek and Floyd) | Part 8 (ft. Ace and Idia) | Part 9 (ft. Leona and Epel)

In which Gordon Ramsay-kun is isekai’d into Twisted Wonderland. Part Food Wars, part Hell’s Kitchen, all Master Chef—Night Raven College isn’t ready to take on this Michelin Star celebrity!!

Gordon Ramsay isn't a classically trained pastry chef; he knows the savory, not the sweet. This time, the coursework involves instruction in desserts--and he'll find that he has just as much to learn as his students, Vil and Jack, do. I conducted a lot of research for this installment (reading articles on how to ice cakes + the science behind macarons, and, of course, watching videos where GR gets humbled and learns from fellow culinary masters). It provided me with a fresh perspective to write from~

Imagine this...

"... Jack."

"Yes, Vil-senpai?"

"What exactly am I looking at?"

Several countertops were covered in baking trays. Sugar circles sat upon waxy sheets, some collapsed and thinned out like wafers, others risen then caved in and cracked. It was an array of imperfections spanning the muted colors of the rainbow.

Jack clasped his hands behind his back, and tried to ignore the uncomfortable urge to itch the ears tucked under his hat, or to tear away the tangle of hair net containing his tail. His chef's jacket seemed to be straining to contain the entire bulk of him.

"Macarons," Jack reported.

Vil lifted a brow.

"... Er, at least they're supposed to be macarons," his underclassman awkwardly clarified.

Vil granted him a look of sympathy. "The poor things."

"W-Well, how did you do with your assignment?!" Jack stammered, eager to shift the subject. He glanced to Vil's table.

Lips pursed.

The model had gone with a light wash of makeup, simply a neutral brown gradient on his lids. His hair was arranged in a tight, tidy bun, flaxen bangs pinned back. Vil presented almost as flawless as a mirror's face—but certainly his cake didn't.

It was two layers tall (Jack had watched him saw and shape them earlier), stacked upon each other with a layer of buttercream sandwiched between them. The cake was starting to slope, as if in a desperate attempt to crawl to the exit. A coat of uneven chocolate frosting had hardened, forming odd peaks and lumps in a crust.

“That’s pretty rough.” Vil bristled at the words—sparse, yet biting. Jack continued. “How many cakes does this make, four?”

The question, unintentional needling.

“Seven,” Vil begrudgingly corrected him. Then, a small smirk formed. “And yourself? How many batches of macarons does this make?”

“Urk…!” Jack’s ears flattened, his bushy tail limp. “I guess we could both use more practice…”

“Jesus.”

The curse was spoken in a hissing whisper, emerging from neither from Vil nor Jack. It came from their teacher, an older man with weathered features—the result of wisdom and stress. He had been perched off to the side, observing his students’ skills in action, his frown seemingly ever extending as the mistakes piled up.

“Right then, maybe this isn’t working out,” Gordon Ramsay muttered, his eyes passing over a macaron graveyard and the crumbling cake mountains.

Not for lack of trying.

“Chef!” Jack immediately stood at attention. “We did our best to follow your instructions.”

“As you can see, the results were not particularly fruitful,” Vil chimed in. “We could do with additional instruction.”

Gordon startled, gaping at them. “Wait, you two want me to teach you more? You’re willing to listen?”

“Yessir!! Please guide us.”

“It’s as Jack says. We are here to learn and to enhance our culinary skillsets. We shouldn’t dawdle.” Vil narrowed his eyes. “Why do you act so surprised?”

“Can’t say this has happened very often.” Gordon stroked his chin thoughtfully. “The last time I had a pair of students this cooperative was months ago.”

“Just what exactly have the other Culinary Crucibles students put you through?” Vil angrily planted his hands on his hips. “Were Epel and Rook being disrespectful?"

Jack hesitated not wishing to speak ill of his Savanaclaw seniors. Still, it was easy for his mind to conjure the image of Ruggie swiping leftovers when no one was looking—“Free food is free food!”—and Leona yawning, mentally checked out of the situation.

"It's not hard to imagine," Jack confessed.

"They'll be getting an earful from me later!"

"Hmph, kids will be kids. I've dealt with cocky adults double their age or older acting like bigger babies. What's important is that they walked out of my kitchen better than when they first walked in."

Gordon leaned against a counter and folded his arms. Air escaped through his teeth. “Boys, I’ll be straight with you. Sweets, baking—it isn’t my specialty. I could try and teach you all bloody day and we'd still get nowhere."

“Are you serious?” Jack frowned. “So that means…”

"What I've already shown you is all I've picked up from experts back home. We've hit the ceiling."

“This can’t be!” Vil reeled, looking vaguely appalled. “If it’s come to this, then how will we possibly improve our craft?"

"I don't know."

I've never been in a kitchen where I haven't been in control.

"This is a fucking mess," Gordon groaned. I've failed my students.

“What’s with all the doom and gloom?”

Gordon bolted upright at the sudden voice.

A plump ghost manifested, suited up in a chef's jacket and hat. His face was as puffy as a marshmallows, and his belly shaking like a bowl full of jelly.

The head chef at Night Raven College.

"You fellas look like you've seen a ghost," he joked. "But never mind that. I noticed you’ve been standing around and being sad for a while now.”

“Right, that—” Gordon exchanged an anxious look with his students. He fumbled for an explanation, but didn’t have to.

“Oh my! Did you make these?” the ghost chef indicated the macarons and cakes. They were hard to miss. “Brave of you to start off with such finicky things. All in all, they’re not bad attempts."

"They're not?"

The ghost chuckled. “Of course not. How many times do you think a pastry chef muddles macarons or ices a cake incorrectly before it’s passable? It’s one part skill, one part practice, and one part learning as you go. Here, let me show you some tips and tricks I picked up myself.”

Vil, Jack—and even Gordon himself—watched in silent awe as the ghost chef went about his work.

Ingredients were effortlessly measured and sifter into a bowl (“Keeps it free of lumps!”), then whipped egg whites carefully folded into the batter. “You want stiff peaks for the whites, and minimum folding to get it incorporated!” Once the macarons were piped onto a sheet, the chef picked up the tray and slammed it down several times—“To scare off the air bubbles.”

The batch of macarons was slid into a waiting oven, and he started on his next task.

Into a stand mixer went several sticks of butter. The machine came to life, whipping the fats well.

“Traditional buttercream forms a crust over time,” the ghost chef explained. “That gets gritty and unpleasant! So here’s an alternate version that doesn’t crust. It’s less sweet, but still stable, easy to work with.“

He lifted a bottle and tipped its contents into the aerated butter. Transparent syrup fell in thick rivulets, and he grinned. Powdered sugar followed, visible only for seconds before it disappeared into the gathering frosting.

“The secret is light corn syrup. Using dissolved sugar instead of powdered makes the frosting smooth and stops it from hardening. Adds a fine luster to the frosting too!”

Using a spatula, he spooned the fresh buttercream into a piping bag and handed it off to Vil. “Scrape the stuff that’s on your cakes off and try again with this,” the ghost encouraged. “Should work like a dream!”

“Thank you,” Vil said, a little bewildered by the heft of the piping bag. “I will show you a beautiful dessert by yours truly.”

“Looking forward to it.”

DING!

The oven’s timer went off.

“That’s 13 minutes! Howl-kun, can you get the macarons?” called the ghost.

“Yes, Chef! I’m on it!” Jack, in a pair of heat-resistant mitts, marched to the oven and reached inside. He produced a tray of perfect pink domes, a cloud of ruffles—the macaron’s feet—at their bases. “Whoa.”

“A nice filling and they’ll be good to go. You’ve got it covered?”

“I’ll try my best.”

“Good, good. Let us know if you need any help though, alright? That’s what your teachers are here for.”

Jack nodded, then retreated to his station. While the macarons cooled, he chopped white chocolate and tossed it into a pan with heavy cream. Moments later, they had melded into a rich ganache, sweetness hanging in a heavy cloud about it. One scoop was enough for a pair of shells, lightly pressed together.

Beside his junior, Vil was hard at work redoing a cake. His stand was set spinning, a bench scraper aligned to comb and smooth out the dollops of frosting he had painted along the sides. The cake was a blank white canvas, and Vil, the artist.

Sparks in their eyes, faces bright with the glow of determination.

“Incredible,” Gordon breathed, staring after the duo. He turned back to the head chef. “You made it look so easy.”

The ghost chef laughed and contentedly patted his stomach. “I’ve had my whole life and afterlife to master the skills!”

“No kidding. You saved my ass back there.”

And more importantly, he’s actually got the kids motivated again.

“You’re the one that’s helped us out a lot, Ramsay-kun. The kitchen is so short-staffed with so many students wanting to take the Culinary Crucibles elective this year. You took some of the instruction off of our hands. This is the very least I can do to return the favor.”

The head chef smiled. “Don’t forget, you can always call on us if you ever need help.”

“That right? Then I guess you wouldn’t mind helping me out with one more thing today.”

“Mm, what’s that?”

Gordon rolled up his sleeves, a newfound fire in his expression. “Please teach me too.”

“Huh?! You want me to teach you?”

“I’m as much of a student as they are—and I’d be honored to learn from a chef of your caliber.”

“Ramsay-kun…” The ghost teared up. “Oh, how could I refuse? I’d be happy to!! Go on now, get your own station set up and we can get started immediately.”

The creases in Gordon’s face lifted. His response, hearty and joyful.

“Yes, Chef!”

Vil glanced up from his cake. “… Are my eyes and ears deceiving me?”

“They aren’t.” Jack’s brows lifted. “I’m seeing and hearing it too.”

“It’s not so shocking,” Gordon grunted. “This is a school. We’re here to learn new skills and techniques—doesn’t matter if we’re student or teacher.“

“Fufufu,” Vil chuckled to himself. “Well, aren’t you humble?”

“Heh.” Jack found himself fighting to keep down a small smile. “I can respect that. Nothing wrong with a guy lookin’ to improve himself.”

“That makes three of us.”

We’re not that different at our very cores. Stubborn fools with dreams and aspirations of achieving something greater. For ourselves, for the ones around us.

The ghost chef clapped his doughy hands. “Isn’t this so exciting, class? We’re embarking on a culinary journey together! I hope you’re ready, because I sure am!”

They replied in unison, hearts united:

“Ready when you are, Chef!”

[cynicalstudy]

I’ve translated some Precure interviews from the 20th Anniversary Character Chronicle! This post is dedicated to Tropical Rouge Precure. Information under cut😊 (Note: I am not a professional translator! There will/may be some errors, but I tried my best!)

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1.“Pretty Cure, Tropical Change! Exciting, Ever Lasting Summer! Cure Summer!”

2.The Precure Manatsu transforms into, her charm point being her lips. She went to save Laura, who had been captured by a Yaraneda, and declaring “I decide what’s important to me!” Her Heart Kuru Ring appeared, turning her into Cure Summer. “Otento Summer Strike” is her signature move.

3.A first-year middle school student at Aozora Junior High who grew up on Minamino Island and is full of energy and motivation. Her motto is to do what’s most important right now. She formed the Tropical Club with her friends, and her catchphrase is “Tropicashining~!”

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1.“We worked with the terms “tropical” and “cosmetics” as keywords. Our highly motivated Cure Summer consists of a multitude of colors, with her main being white and her sub being rainbow.” (Next Quote) “Her charm point is her lips, which are pale pink. A colorful sub section of colors was chosen to accentuate the white in her costume.”

2.“To express the idea of summer, we went with a hibiscus design, along with a pink to blonde gradient. Her costume is based off a sailor suit. The wavy, see-through collar makes the design pop.”

3.“Since most of the scenes took place near the ocean, the footwear had to be light. A thicker sole makes it easier to wear, along with a sandal-like lace design.”

4.”We asked Ai Fairouz (Summer’s VA) for words of inspiration as Summer. She stated, “Decide for yourself what is most important! This is what I believe  can be encouraging, especially in interpersonal relationships.” Fairouz-san claims she enjoys watching the characters enjoying fashion together.”

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1.“Pretty Cure, Tropical Change! Sparkling Jewels! Cure Coral!”

2.The Precure Sango transforms into, her charm point being her cheeks. She is a bit envious of Manatsu who can do things without hesitation, but when she sees her and Laura in trouble, she believes in herself and decides to not run away. ”Mokomoko Coral Diffusion” is her signature attack.

3.A first-year junior high student. She runs a cosmetics shop at home and knows a lot about makeup. Being influenced positively by her peers, she gains confidence in deciding what defines her “cute”.

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1.”Coral is caring and highly knowledgeable about cosmetics. Since she was created to be the “fashionable character”, we looked heavily into teen magazines for inspiration.” (Next Quote) “Her cheeks are her charm point. This is expressed as heart marks, which greatly enhances the cuteness of her character.”

2.“The hat we selected was an unusual style. We initially had it much larger but decided to shrink it and add a striped ribbon to make it more fashionable, along with a little coral. The big ribbons in her hair were also deemed fashionable, and her dress retains the elements much like a sailor uniform.”

3.“A skirt that is risen in the front to expose the socks made for a neat look. We coordinated these with pumps and frills to give them a girly style.”

4.“We asked Yumiri Hanamori (Coral’s VA) for words of inspiration as Coral. She stated, “I want you all to believe in me and my cuteness!” Hanamori-san likes Coral’s sailor hat and believes it is a cute accent to the costume.”

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1.“Pretty Cure, Tropical Change! Shining Fruits! Cure Papaya!”

2.The Precure Minori transforms into, her charm point being her eyes. She wishes to help Summer and the other Cures, but determines it is impossible. Being pushed by Laura, she musters up the courage to turn into Cure Papaya. “Panpaka Papaya Shot” is her signature move.

3.A second-year middle school student who is an avid reader with excellent grades. She is quiet, having a poker face, and has keen insight. She has loved mermaid stories since she was a child, and was thrilled to meet Laura.

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1.“Minori has excellent grades and loves reading stories. Since she doesn’t show much emotion as a civilian, the gap between her design like that and as a Cure was made to be gorgeous.” (Next Quote) “We created a hairstyle to mimic a papaya, hence the bun. We added a butterfly and colored beads like fruit as decoration. Her charm point is her eyes, so green mascara highlighted this point to a unique degree.”

2.”Tropical fruit accessories add a touch of glamour to her face. The earrings mimic kiwis. Papaya’s square collar emphasizes uniqueness while still retaining the similarities between the rest of the team.”

3.“Her skirt is balloon-shaped that resembles a papaya itself. It was a bit simple at first, so we added frills and ribbons commonly enjoyed by a younger audience.”

4.“We asked Yui Ishikawa (Papaya’s VA) for words of inspiration as Papaya. She states, “Do what is most important! What TroPre has engraved in my heart are these words~” Ishikawa-san adores Papaya’s boots, as they mimic loose socks, reminding her of her family.”

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1.“Pretty Cure, Tropical Change! Fluttering Wings! Cure Flamingo!”

2.The Precure Asuka transforms into, her charm point being her hair. She initially refused the Precure’s invitation since she didn’t need new friends, but decides to fight to protect her juniors. “Buttobi Flamingo Smash” is her signature attack.

3.A third-year junior high student with a strong sense of justice and outstanding athleticism. She is very caring and good at cooking. Through her interactions with Manatsu and the others, she regains her trust in people and her passion for tennis.

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1.“Asuka is like a caring older sister who is good at sports and is a member of the tennis club.” (Next Quote)  “There are traces of this within her skirt. Her charm point is her hair, so a contrasting green mesh was added to the tips. This invokes a bold movement in her design.”

2.”Various feather motifs were selected throughout her design. This includes her hair ornament and sleeves. Along with a single earring, this makes it unique in terms of shape and color scheme. The ribbons are different behind her Tropical Pact. The asymmetrical design was chosen to represent a flamingo standing on one leg. This is accent by a light shade of green for contrast.”

3.“Fishnet tights invoke a cool older sister feel. With this, we believe the possibilities for cuteness have expanded.”

4.“We asked Asami Seto (Flamingo’s VA) for words of inspiration as Flamingo. She stated, “Victory! Simple and a declaration of triumph”. Asami-san loves the feather motifs in Flamingo’s outfit, as she says it is cool and different.”

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1.“Pretty Cure, Tropical Change! Shimmering Ocean! Cure La Mer!”

2.The Precure Laura transforms into, whose charm point is her nails. When she escapes the Witch of Delay’s manor, she becomes angry when she learned her precious friends have been hurt. The Mermaid Aquapot responds to her feelings and transforms her. “Kurukuru La Mer Stream” is her signature attack.

3.A confident and narcissistic mermaid girl, she desires to become queen of the Gran Ocean, but longs to be human with Manatsu and her friends. She assumes a human form eventually. Her full name is Laura Apollodorus Hyginus La Mer.

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1.“Cure La Mer dreams of becoming Gran Ocean’s next queen, which is the land of the mermaids. She is strong and confident, so we accentuated this with her bangs.” (Next Quote) “Fluffy sleeves were given since Laura’s outfit already exposes a large portion of her upper body. We made them round to mimic sea foam.”

2.“With her cute cut bangs, we picked buns with cute pearls in them to represent clams. The white leggings emphasize Laura’s acquisition of legs (from mermaid to human) and are connected to the open shoes. This was done to highlight the charm point, which was her nails. Also, rather than a sailor uniform, we chose a more exposed style for the front to resemble a swimsuit. This is because Laura hails from the land of mermaids.”

3.”The skirt is expressed with overlapping scales. By layering each color, we created a Precure with an unprecedented color. This in turn kept the mermaid motif.”

4.“We asked Hidaka Rina (La Mer’s VA) for words of inspiration as La Mer. She stated, “I’ll make my wish come true! Laura working hard towards her dreams is incredible to see. This, along with the desire to be a Precure, left a lasting impression on me, and it’s an important, powerful message.” Hidaka-san likes the gradient in La Mer’s hair.”

[papier-ciseaux]

What's in my Magician Maker picrew?

I will try to answer this to the best of my abilities!

Skin colours

There are 16 different skin colours! Regular human colours and some more alien-like! Yellow and Green are dark because they're meant for specific fandom characters. Grey is here for all the homestuck trolls

2. Ears

Normal ears, elf ears, mermaid fins! And earrings that fit each!

3. Vitiligo, freckles, scars, etc

Vitiligo comes in 6 different faces pattern, with the possibility of extending it to the whole body. There are three density of freckles in 6 colours to accomodate the different skin colours. There are also cheek scales, beauty marks, simple birthmarks, acne, and two attempts at portraying rashes/eczema in my style.

All of those are in one category so can't be combined

Wrinkles and scars are in different categories tho! Scars include: various facial gashes, tiny cuts, cleft lip, lichtenberg figures, burn scars, punch cheeks/black eye, frankenstein-like sutures, fantasy cracky of the skin! Each of the option actually hide a second scar in the colors

4. Facial features

Noses and mouths are pretty classic and their preview showcases what you'll get rather accurately. Eyebrows change in thickness/shape/colour when going through the colour option.

Colour options on the eye shape will change the mascara, or make it wink. The 3+ eyes offer a different set instead of winking. The sclera can be changed to different colours. The iris section helps show the various eye shapes.

5. Eyewears

Once again, some digging through colour options is necessary to find all of the eyewears (24 total with colour variations + 8 eyepatches)

6. Hijab

There are 7 different head covering with 6 unique colours for each! Some have very cool patterns if I may say so

7. Hair

There are different facial hair available in various colours, including some funny moustaches

Hair is very customisable, with straight, wavy, curly and kinky hair, all available in 18 colours, including a rainbow and a bicolour (blonde/black) options. Some hair can also have a gradient dye of black, red or blue. Examples:

8. Prosthetics

In the body section, it's possible to not have any arms, but there's also the robot arm option in the sleeve section. There's also a hook hand somewhere in the items. This is probably the most lacking section of the picrew ^^; If you have suggestions on things to add, send an ask.

9. Hand gestures

All of those come with gloves (short, long and fingerless) options, black nailpolish, and rings if possible to show. Also LOVE HATE knuckles tattoos. The 6th and 9th gestures are made to hold something: the main goal is to hold a wand because this is called "magician maker" but you can hold flags, flowers, or even a bird

10. Wands

A magician needs a wand! This is where the "gloomverse" aspect of this picrew comes in: I'm sure not everyone would call those things "wands", but in the lore of the comic, they can be! Canonical gloomverse wands examples:

But you can do so much more, if you explore a little ;)

11. Hats!

As important as wands, the hat of a magician! They can look like anything and have a lot of decoration on them. Hats can be created by choosing the brim and top's shapes, or you can choose already made ones:

Decorations are sorted by types, so I encourage exploration! They can make for fun add-on to a character, like the ears and horns:

12. Clothings

Each clothes come in 5 different "body types" with various cup sizes. That is the best I could come up with without quadrupling my workload.

There are a lot of way to customise the clothes. There's the clothes under, over, the collar, the sleeves, pride buttons/pins, logos, etc. Mostly homestuck references. Pride flags that aren't on the pins are in the background options*. Pronoun pins include: He/Him ; She/Her ; He/They ; She/They ; They/Them ; Ze/Hir ; Ze/Zir ; Fae/Faer ; It/Its

*(flags have been sorted in sexual orientation / gender / aspec at first, but due to people requesting more flags, it's not as clear cut. There are also blue version of pride flags due to fandom stuff, they're not official at all)

There's a lot more that could be said, but that's more than enough already!

[angelbymadonna]

here's all the second iteration of my mane 6 gorls, except Twi who I didn't change at all. Also I've started drawing w/out bases again bc I am back in the habit now, the only downside is that whenever I start drawing humanoids again I will be very out of practice XD the Rarity and Rainbow Dash are the ones with no base, I sketched them in pencil b4 transferring the design to my phone to color. those each have their own post on this page, while the rest are only on this post, but their first iteration posts are still up. They look pretty similar to the finals, but I made a few changes so if you click for quality you will see that these drawings are much more polished.

IDs for each one below the cut!

6 images, each of which are of a different cartoon pony character I drew.

Applejack is posed as standing on her back legs with her forelegs held closer to herself, facing partially turned away from the viewer. she has an orange coat with off-white spots, including a stripe down her nose bridge, freckles, "mittens" on her forehead, and a spot around her cutie mark, which is three red apples. She is wearing a red banana around her neck and a brown cowgirl-style hat. She has blonde curly hair including her short mane and long tail in a braid. she has green eyes with an apple shaped catchlight, and is wearing three earrings on her visible ear.

Rarity is a unicorn, and is standing normally, but with one hoof up as if gesturing to herself, and her head turned to the side. has a more slender body type, with legs that get wider towards the hooves that end in gold horseshoes. she has a black coat, and white hair. her mane is tied into a bun with big curly bangs, and her tail is secured in a gold band. she has blue eyes with white lashes, and a pair of cat-eye glasses whose red frames are decorated by a gold and blue detail, secured by a loose gold and blue beaded chain. her cutie mark is of three blue, rhombus-shaped diamonds strung onto a red thread with gold beads. The two earrings in her visible ear are also blue and gold.

Pinkie Pie appears to be running or skipping across the page, but looking towards the viewer. she has a light pink coat with a very pastel pink, very poofy mane and tail. her mane is secured into space buns that resemble a buttercream rosette, while her tail is decorated halfway down by a blue scrunchie. Her cutie mark is a blue foil balloon, and it's yellow string continues around her leg. she has a white heart-shaped patch on her chest, and is wearing a yellow and blue rock candy necklace. her visible ear has two blue earrings and one yellow.

Fluttershy head is downturned and she's looking upwards shyly, her wings only partially unfolded. She has a thicker and more rounded body type, with long ears. She has a yellow coat and long, shaggy green hair with a tail that drags along the ground and back hooves covered in mud. her cutie mark has two pink butterflies and one brown pawprint. her necklace pendant is also a pink butterfly, with a green chain that matches her two green bracelets. She has bat-like wings, but also pink and green feathers around the outskirts of them.

Twilight is a unicorn, she appears to be walking across the screen, looking at something above her rather than the viewer or even where she is going. She has an almost cat-like body type, with legs that taper inwards towards small hooves and visible amounts of fluff around her legs and face. She has a light purple coat, which is sparkly in the area near her cutie mark of an elongated six-pointed magenta star-shaped gem. She has navy blue hair and a navy gradient at the ends of her limbs, ears and horn. her mane and tail have straight texture but are quite poofy, and taper inwards at the ends, ending in a curl. Twilight has facial markings which resemble bat-wing eyeliner and a sparkly black stripe from her eye to her chin. her semicircle glasses have thin hold frames with an equally understated frame, but are counterweighted by a gem that matches her cutie mark.

Rainbow Dash is a pegasus who is floating in the center of the picture, in a casual sprawling pose with one front hoof confidently raised up. She has a light blue coat and her tail and bangs are streaked with rainbow colors. her tail is in a half-bun while her mane is cut into a floofy, spiky version of a modern mullet, with the back part dyed stormy gray. Her cutie mark has a cloud with a rainbow lightning bolt. her visible ear features one earring for each of the six colors of the rainbow.

[rjalker]

Crochet cat ear balaclava December 13 2024 happy Friday the 13th

Mine is made with:

5.5mm crochet hook

Presumably worsted weight yarn

It is approximately 9 inches tall. I have a long face so yours will need to be different dimensions

Laid out flat with a ruler:

[ID: A photo from above of a green crochet cat-ear balaclava sitting on a white background, with a wooden ruler showing that the hat is close to 9 inches tall, around 21 centimeters. It is made with double crochet, with 16 total rows. The fourth row has a large section of skipped stitches, creating a narrow opening. End ID.]

And an overlay to show the rows + me wearing it with photoshopped eyes for fun. Ignore the fact that the overlay doesn't match properly in the one of me wearing it lol I forgot I had to separate it for the eye part.

[ID: Two edited photos. The first is the same as the original, but now with black digital handwriting at the top reading, "5.5mm hook, presumably worsted weight yarn". Along the side of the hate opposite the ruler has been added partially transparent stripes of color marking each row of stitches, in a gradient from red to purple, starting at the bottom with 1, and ending after row 16 with a thinner row marked "close". The second photo shows the crocheter wearing the balaclava, with the same rainbow markings for the rows, distorted slightly to try and match the shape of the balaclava now on the person's head. The opening in the center has now been stretched to form an opening for the person's eyes, which are photoshopped to have orange pupils looking off to the side. The person wears glasses, whose lenses distort the view of the balaclava. End ID.]

Made with foundation double crochet:

chain 2. Yarn over, go into 1st chain. Pull through one hoop. Pull through 2 loops. Pull through the last two loops. Repeat this through the base of each new section, until your foundation row is long enough to fit around your head with some slight stretching. (You don't want it to fit without any stretching at all, or it'll actually be a bit too big)

When you connect it to the start to create a big loop, your working yarn should be at the top, and the original tail should be at the bottom, connecting together on a little diagonal line.

Connect with a slip stitch, and then use a separate hook to pull the tail through to the other side and connect that with a slip stitch and then put through the whole thing up to the top so that you can crochet over it to hide it. Kind of hard to convey that through text so I'll put a diagram:

[ID: A simple digital diagram in two parts. The first shows the starting end of a foundation double crochet row, shown in dark green, with a lighter green tail. It is labeled, "U started here", Opposite this, with an orange crochet hook, is the end of the same row, labeled, "ending row here". Both have diagonal ends that will form a perfect match when pressed together. A black arrow points from this diagram to the bottom of the image, where the two ends have been joined, with the crochet hook now in a loop labeled, "Slip stitch", and the lighter green tail going over to connect to the ending point, then back to the front, and then being pulled upward to the top of the row, with numbered instructions of "pull thru here, then back, slip stitch, pull up here, and crochet over to hide". End ID.]

Make two more rows of regular double crochet.

On what would be your fourth total row if you include the foundation row, put it on, and measure with your hands how far apart the outer corners of your eyes are, and mark the corresponding stitches. Count how many stitches are between these marks, and then chain that many, continuing on the other side with regular double crochet.

On the row after this, make the same number of double crochets that you chained before around that chain, and then keep going like normal.

Depending on how tall your head is, make more rows of double crochet, until it fits comfortably on your head with your eyes lined up with the eye gap.

Clothes with a row of single crochet connecting the two at the top to form the cat ears.

shorter version with no descriptions:

Foundation double crochet until long enough to fit around your head (or the head of whoever you're making it for) with some slight stretching. All rows after this except the closing row are just normal double crochet.

One double crochet in each stitch

One double crochet in each stitch

Chain however many stitches is long enough to go from one corner of your eye to the other, and make one double crochet in each of the rest of the stitches.

One double crochet across the chain you made for every stitch you skipped, then keep making one double crochet in each stitch the rest of the way around.

For every row after this, make, you guessed it, one double crochet in each stitch, until the hat is tall enough to fit on your head with the eye space in the correct spot.

Press the top edges together, and single crochet the two together as you go across. Cut yarn, slip stitch to secure, and weave in tail.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Vulture of Reality

I don't even know. I'm just a Vega simp.

CW: Cursing, GN Listener character, Little tiny bit of angst, Imperium Universe, NonCanon Compliance idk, Slight comfort

Summary: Life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, pet.

Redacted Masterlist

Pet walked down one of the many hallways within the academy grounds. They had no direction in mind, just taking the turns at random. The goal was to get lost and buy themself some time to think. Thunder cracked overhead, forever paired with the drumming sound of the rain. They hardly noticed it anymore, having grown so used the the sounds, carrying an umbrella or wearing a hat and jacket everywhere they went. Some days the storm was worse than others.

A few of the academy enforcers watched as Pet continued their wandering, judging and searching them. Sometimes their gazes lingered longer than comfortable and Pet would increase the speed of their travel. Their grandmother had once said that the world used to be a nicer place. That fear didn't drive people underground or into high positions of power.

They couldn't imagine a world like that existing.

Even if their grandmother had been telling the truth and not a lie to make them feel better, worlds like that were lost to history and fantasy. They slowed as they approached one of the exits of the building, eyes worriedly cast out the window to the rain that ricocheted off the already soaked concrete walkways. Then they pushed open the door and stepped out into the storm.

Sometimes they wondered what it would have been like to live in a world where your were still greeted with a warm smile and no ulterior motives. Of course they weren't naive enough to believe that everyone was well-intentioned. But enough people that the world didn't seem so dull and miserable. In that kind of world were puddles splashed in and rainbows were visible when the sun pushed past the storm clouds?

Pet was half sure that they had once seen a rainbow when they were younger, but they only truly remembered the brilliant gradient of colors thanks to photos and the internet. They liked to collect the photos in an online folder that they could go through when one day was particularly worse than another.

They climbed the stairs and pushed open the door that lead into the academy's demon - both spellings - haven. It didn't surprise them that their meandering had lead them to this building. More often than not they found ways to return here and stay here longer and longer each time.

"You're back. Again." The receptionist said. They tried to ignore the slight undertone of disgust to his voice as they approached the desk. They nodded, keeping their expression muted. It was just easier if they did, instead of having the awkward disappointment when their cautious smile wasn't returned. They grabbed the pen and started to sign the papers they knew all too well. All for liability, but they knew that no genuine harm would come to them. None that they didn't want from the start of the experience anyways.

They pushed the clipboard towards him, pressing their lips together. He gave it a once-over before nodding and pointing down the hall.

"He's in his room. Have... fun." He said and they could practically hear the lip curl in his voice. But like always, they ignored it and nodded their thanks instead before turning on the ball of their foot and heading down there. Their mind counted the room numbers that they passed, only soft muffled voices seeping through.

They knocked gently on room seven's door, waiting quietly. There was a pause before a smooth voice entered their mind.

"You're here, Pet." His consonants dripped from his voice like the rain outside, but it bathed their mind in a more calming storm in comparison. They didn't answer, still waiting outside his door for permission. "Enter."

They pushed open the door, stepping inside. The first thing they saw was the silhouette of his tall proud horns that protruded from his head, splitting past his hair. His eyes looked down at them, slightly confused but as guarded as ever. They closed the door behind them, looking at the sadism demon in front of them carefully. He stayed seated on the bed provided for him, even though they had never known him to sleep. They didn't know if demons even required sleep.

"What are you doing here, Pet?" He asked them, fingers curling to beckon them closer. Their body happily obeyed, bringing them closer to him. They quickly dropped to the floor next to his feet, resting their head on his knee. There was a small pause before his hand went to their own hair, wet from the storm. "Answer me."

"I didn't mean to come here without invitation." They whispered. Their voice came out more somber than they expected - taking them by surprise. Vega sighed as his fingertips massaged their scalp, mindful to be gentle. They knew he could be rougher with them, and that he knew they wouldn't mind. But he sometimes treated them so softly that they doubted he was a sadism demon.

"Why are you here?" He asked, staying on the topic of their unexpected arrival. They scrounged their mind, the desire to satisfy his curiosity driving them to introspection.

"I wanted to escape the world. It's nicer here." They replied finally. His chuckled bounced pleasingly off the curves of their skull and they nuzzled into his leg. His hand dropped to trace their spine in the back of their neck.

"For you, perhaps it is. What happened out there to drive you here?" He continued. Their fingers gripped onto the fabric of his pants, frowning.

"I was thinking about how the world seems so sad." It was such a simplistic way of putting their thoughts, but Vega seemed to understand. He hummed, fingers now tracing the slope of their neck to their shoulder.

"Imagining the world differently from how it is makes you feel melancholy, and yet you insist on doing so." They felt their frown tug deeper but he continued. "It's idealistic of you. People like you are most likely to cause changes because you hold a desire to. Don't lose that, Pet." Their frown switched into a small smile at his words and they lifted their head to look up at him. His frame was outlined by the cosmo diagram he had used magic to reflect onto the ceiling of his room. He always kept the lights off, but never told them why. It made him look more extraterrestrial than he already did.

Although they didn't see him as alien as much as divine. He was like some otherworldly god who demanded and deserved worship. He read people so well, knowing exactly how to slip into their crack to possess wholly. They were more than glad to be his eternal subject, blessed only to occupy the same space by his feet. They would do anything he asked of them, regardless of their own comfort. But he knew all this. They had expressed their dedication to his wants and needs several times over.

"You're getting distracted." He called them out and they offered him a sheepish expression, their guard falling entirely. The corners of his lips twitched and his hand traced the line of their jaw before hooking under their chin and forcing them to rise. His lips pressed against their own. A flick of his tongue across their bottom lip had them opening their mouth for him. But he broke the kiss, instead pressing the pad of his thumb against their tongue. His lips split into a grin then. "I should make sure you stay focused on what matters, Pet."

[undertale-writing-times]

Number 3- how do they dress

For however many "fresh" sanses you can stand!

I offer you a cat photo as tribute

Huh... you know, I don't have many Fresh sanses?

I should make more :3

Fairy: With Fairy, his hoodie is white on the body, but the sleeves and his pants are colored rainbow! They're a really bright neon bright color. His eyes are covered by a visor that is colored neon green with a gradient to yellow. It says sad on the visor. He has a scarf which is also rainbow colored and very long.

Rad: His glasses are pointy and dangerous looking, with the word Edge on it. He has a spiked collar, spiked bracelets, and his boots have spikes on them as well! His hoodie is black and red with rainbow colored strings hanging down. One of his teeth is golden. His hat is turned backwards and has spikes on it as well. Spikey boy.

Fresh Ink: With Fresh Ink, he has a scarf, as you know, that is a light tan but it has a lot of rainbow colored dots scattered around. His glasses are black, yet dripping and it says COLOR. The scarf hangs down to the ground with many different colors. His arm bands are also tan with rainbow lines. he has them around his legs, as well, and a crossover that is holding bottles of spray paint. He has many colors all over him. (And he would leave footprints of different colors)

[daredevilexchange]

The Prompt Fest BADGES!

Art by @amazing-spiderling, graphic by @descaladumidera - thank you ♥

You can still claim for the Prompt Fest - the form will be open until the end of the month, and posting will be in early February!

\o/ All the prompts are here \o/

Questions? Posting Guidelines are here or on DW, and a prompt-fest-specific FAQ is on the first tab of the Prompts File.

Behold the badges you can earn for your participation!!

ID: A colored picture of Mike Murdock from the waits up. He is wearing bright clothing, an off white hat and rainbow colored wrap around shades while standing in front of a colored, sparkly background while wearing a broad grin. The image is in a bright red frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 GEN" and has an icon of a star.

ID: Luke Cage and Danny and giving each other a fist bump while smiling at each other in front of a red background with sweeping white paint strokes. Danny is wearing a long-sleeved shirt with his dragon logo on it, while Luke is wearing a yellow hoodie and black vest. The image is in a green frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 COLLAB" and has an icon of two hands holding up a small heart.

And many, MANY more behind the cut! Podfic? yes! Femslash? yes! Participation? yes! Behold :D

ID: A picture of Foggy as he appears during the college flashbacks of the television series. He he standing in a dorm room and holding up a copy of "TOP GUN" on VHS while smiling broadly with his eyes closed. The image is in a purple frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 VIDEO" and has an icon of the "play" symbol.

ID: A picture of Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, and Kirsten McDuffie as they appear in the comics. Matt is in the middle with his arms slung around the shoulders of the other two who are kissing him on either cheek. In between them are two white scribbled hearts. The image is in a dark orange frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 POLY" and has an icon of a heart.

ID: A colored illustration of Foggy Nelson as he appears during his cancer arc of the Waid run of the comics. He is wearing loose clothing and sitting at a laptop on a desk, thinking about what to write. The word "The" appears in embellished letters on the screen as the silhouette of Daredevil swings by the window. The image is in a muted green frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 FIC" and has an icon of a pencil.

ID: A color portrait of Matt "Murderdock" of Earth-65 on a gradient background fading from hot pink to light blue He is wearing pink cat ear style headphones and smiling. There is a music note and heart pattern in the shadows of his glasses, and comic tone music notes in the background. The image is in a pink frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 FANMIX" and has an icon of a music note.

ID: A color illustration of Wilson Fisk and James Wesley from the bust up. Wesley is in front of Fisk with his eyes closed behind his glasses, facing him at profile, while Fisk is at 3/4 with his eyes open. They are in front of a grey background with a faint spattering of red. The image is in a dark grey frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 RAREPAIR" and has an icon of three small stars.

ID: A portrait of Trish Walker at her radio station microphone. She is wearing stupid headphones an has a serious look as she speaks into the mic. The image is in a grey frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 PODFIC" and has an icon of a headset.

ID: A colored illustration of Karen Page and Frank Castle. Karen has her hands resting on his chest, while Franks hands are raised to gently hold the back of her head as they stare into each other's eyes. The image is in a yellow frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 HETERO" and has an icon of an interlaced "male" and "female" symbol.

ID: A bust up portrait of Vanessa Mariana standing in an art gallery in front of a square canvas colored in with shades of red. There is a slight quirk to her lips and she looks out of the corner of her eye to the side. The image is in a MUTED red frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 ART" and has an icon of a painting.

ID: An illustration of Ben "Dex" Poindexter wearing the Daredevil suit and standing in the chapel of Clinton Church. He has a sly grin as blood trickles out of the side of his mouth. Behind him in a pair of white comic tone circles imitating the "Bullseye" logo from the comics. The image is in a dark red frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 REMIX" and has an icon of a person with a plus sign.

ID: A colored illustration from the waist up of Elektra Natchios and Marci Stahl in an embrace in front of a city skyline at night. Their eyes are closed and they look to be on the verge of a kiss. The image is in a red frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 FEMSLASH" and has an icon of two interlaced "female" symbols.

ID: A close up portrait of Jessica Jones holding up a camera with both hands as though she is taking a photo of the viewer. The image is in a muted blue frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 GRAPHICS" and has an icon of a camera.

ID: An illustration of Spider-Man and Deadpool in front of a blue background full of swirls, food, and accessories. They are seated, but leaning towards each other. Spider-Man is giving a thumbs up and wearing a bright green hat that says "JUST HAPPY TO BE HERE" while winking. Deadpool has one hand on Spider-Man's shoulder and is pointing at himself with his thumb. He has a bright yellow shirt over his costume that reads, "I PARTICIPATED IN DDE 2023 AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS AWESOME T-SHIRT" but some of the letters are obscured. The image is in a bright green frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 PARTICIPATION" and has an icon of a thumbs up.

ID: A color illustration of Foggy Nelson and Daredevil standing in a darkened alleyway. Foggy has reached up to cup either side of Daredevil's cheeks and is kissing him gently on the lips. Daredevil's lips are parted in surprise and one hand is against the wall behind Foggy as he supports himself. A tiny pink heart is springing out from between the pair. The image is in a magenta frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 SLASH" and has an icon of two interlaced "male" symbols.

ID: A picture of Ben Urich as he appears in the television series. He is sitting at his desk at the Bulletin, staring into the distance and holding his "man in the mask" playing card while lost in thought. On his desk are several manila file folders in two untidy stacks. The image is in a grey frame that reads, "DDE PROMPT FEST 2022/2023 MULTIPLE FILLS (2 / 5 / 10 / 15 / 20)" and has the number (2 / 5 / 10 / 15 / 20) on top.

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

a while back on twitter i livetweeted my process with making my meta knight charm

im kinda going insane so i thought i would do the same thing here on tumblr for the new magolor charm im working on. its a lot of images so theres more + a Lot of general merch making commentary from me under the cut

despite being the easiest to make a concept of, with my very first concept sketch being the one i went with, this drawing has fought me every step of the way. the lor is self explanatory (damn you lor) but i had a lot of trouble with magolors proportions and shapes too. in the end i ended up going for something closer to the second sketch to be closer to magolors canon appearance

the lors oars ended up not being able to be as long as my initial concept sketch. i had them extend so high up for framing and to round out the shape of the charm a bit better. without them the charm ends up being really oddly shaped and unbalanced looking, so i added a vortex in the back to help round out the shape in the middle and on the right side. thats not the only reason i added the vortex though! in order to celebrate rtdldx coming out soon i wanted to make the back alt the new manager magolor outfit. because his hat extends into what would be a clear area on the front side (the gap between the lors window and the sail) i had to put something solid in that area if i wanted the alt side to work seamlessly

related to the physical specs, im planning on printing these on rainbow acrylic for the sole reason of i thought it would look really cool if i made the rainbow tech lines on the lor transparent on my artwork, so that the rainbow acrylics effect would shine through, instead of just painting the rainbow effect on the artwork itself. i went to a convention a few weeks ago and apparently rainbow acrylic and gradient colored acrylic charms are really popular right now, so i got a lot of inspiration from there

gonna be honest just drawing the lor alone has kinda burned me out LMAO. i was planning on making another new charm for this batch too initially, mostly considering marx since ofc those two go really well together as a pair but that design requires me drawing nova which No. second i was considering susie but that requires me not only drawing her mech, but doing it at a difficult perspective. and then theres taranza whos very difficult for me to draw in general and i still have not made any concepts ive liked for him so oops

it probably sounds kinda money grubbing of me to make Two magolor designs right as the rtdl remake is coming out, but hear me out first of all ya boys got deadlines to keep on (my manu has a discount that will expire at the end of this month) and i really wanted at least 2 new designs for this batch (plus i still need to draw up a new sticker design to make for freebies) so i wanted to make something a bit more simple, and if you know me, i fucking love elegant shit with frames and halos and that, so here we are. this will be a wooden pin based off this kirbtober drawing i did, which ive always loved. i had a very specific idea for this pin in mind but wood is apparently a finicky thing to work with by nature, so ill have to see if the specs allow. maybe itll be a colored acrylic pin instead?

might reblog this post in the future if id like to update with more progress. (i love that tumblr allows you to be wordy but Man i miss being able to have unobtrusive threads like twitter)

[popdesign-vent]

ayo mod would u be willing to break down yuru (desmous) style ?

Yeah!! let's do this :) I'm gonna assume you meant toyhouse user Yuru (who's account is now closed) if thats not who you mean then im sorry that you're getting a style breakdown of a random user. Oops <3

so what we have here is a style that's very inspired by early 2000's work, more 'amateur' techniques used by younger DA artists. This style seems to favor palettes of white with a few saturated accents, or a neon palette with a few neutrals and a black for contrast. We have a lot of long bodies and sharp lines, with hair and fur texturing that's very 'stringy' for lack of a better word.

the artist seems to favor what i referred to earlier as 'amateur' techniques but they're used effectively!! the gradients, crunchy color fills, airbrushing, and messy linework is clearly purposeful and draws inspiration from the old emofur stylings. The eyes are very kemono-esque and the hair is often very reminiscent of older manga and anime.

I say that a lot of this is purposeful use of "amateur" technique to evoke nostalgia because in the cleaner ref sheet shown below, we see a slightly cleaner style with less airbrushing and more intentional shading and even some nice rendering on the hair.

So to summarize we have a style that utilizes these key ideas

Emofur/early 2000's nostalgia

young/amateurish aesthetics

thin messy line work

white + neutral + black + 1 saturated accent palettes

neutral + black + saturated rainbow palettes

mspaint asethetics (the out of place texturing, stamps, gradients, etc

for my personal opinions on the style! I find it very effective at what it does, it's clear about its intentions and does what it wants to very well. The one thing I would like to criticize is that a lot of these characters are lacking in unique and recognizable silhouettes. Even if you keep the same body type across your style, I think it's important to consider how you can implement props and unique outfits to create more unique designs. This also might sound odd, but yuru, if you're reading this, consider getting into 3d modelling!! I think your style would be very well suited to 3d character modeling, look at folks like dreamalgia's 3d models for examples of what i'm talking about :]

I think overall, while many people will not find this style to their tastes, it's well executed, consistent, and clear about what it wants to do. I would encourage the artist to branch out and experiment further (should they wish to do so)

I especially would encourage further exploration with the use of unique texturing and patterns, recognizable silhouettes, and different color combinations. Some of these designs feel a bit confused about where the 'central detail' is supposed to be focused on. Balancing your negative space vs occupied space more consciously would really tie this style together.

My hat goes off to this artist, i'm sad they've deactivated otherwise i would subscribe to em.

[five-nights-at-squids]

This was the emo baddie gacha life furry alpha male y/n story me and my friend made. The misspellings are on purpose I swear.

Alr here we go

IN LOVE WITH THE ALPLHA  MAIL WHO IS CHEATING ON ME WITH MY SISTER

*cries and turns to uwu cat kitty boy ans big boy alpha red black gradient male growls menacingly at you and jumps forward at you pinning you to the wall with his demented terrifying claws*

*blushes like y/n anime waifu and runs away crying because it’s the forbidden love alpha mail x peasant girl trope that ends with them both killing each other that we all love to hate*

*aphla mael runs after her yelling y/ns name and saying hes twuly sorry cause he don care whatver happen he wannats to be with waifu uwu gwirl y/n pookie wookie*

*waifu Girl turns around, her face scarlet and blue baddie tears streaming down her cheeks, she utters one sentence “how could you cheat on me with my blonde sister” and then falls to her knees sobbing, her luscious locks pooling around her as she sobs*

*aphala mael slightly blushies at her cryinf faec "bbg pookje bear y/n im srryw it was a darewssrs :((((" apha malf crys a lill wifth y/n an turns emno*

*y/n stands, suddenlllly fury fills your rainbow colored eyes. “I don’t belif yuo” You scream, you r voice echoing across the world. Suddenly, all the over the wold furry baddies realize something. You were the true aplha mail the whole time. All of your furrie baddy army is now at your command and, and you realize your heart’s desire. you want revenge against you r hot blonde supermodel, preppy, spoiled, 12 year old sister that your hot aphla maile 19 yr old bf cheated on you with*

*y/ns aura changed and startkeled aplha mail "y/n pookie it dusnt heav to bea liek this !!!" but it was no use y/n had the powers of the most poerfol ahplha out thrre*

*y/n loojks down wiht discust at fomrer alpah mail. “Plaese” he beegss. “Whateber you dao, pleasr spare your hott 12 year old sisret” with a flicc of you wrist you pin him aginft a wall, useingj yuor newfuond aphla powars, kiss himpassionately him for the wlast time, and throw himmm into the ‘‘em o baddie gacha verse real life William afron but preppy universe of discarded 2016 characters*

*"ily smsmmn bbygrkl awhy u tunr me into a gchavrse charxatcger !!!" were his last wrds bfor bsing trnshagformed into crigne 10000090000*

*then y/n turns to your hot blonde sitser adn smilees menecangli. “P-please no” she begs. “Yuo Alwais had everyting yuo wantde. From thee moment yuo werre booorn. Now it’s my turn to gte hat I want” you reply, and using your badddie furri animmy poowerrss, you turn her into a tree, and set the tree of frie. Y/n relishes thee burning, deathhh screms of her hot blonde 12 yearokd sitster, and rptrunrs to lkoo at her baddie furry gacha life version 0.1 army. They cower in frear, nonne brave enouff to meat her eyes.*

*apphia mail looke so shoskkecj at y/n pkookie "i-i-i-i-t-this is all my afult isnt irt y/n bby?" he lrkooed ashshaghmed at hsi psta acfhytons an hsi appha eers flppded dwon az hee lusksed y/n str8 in tge eyehes*

*yaaaaassss obviouslii, but I can totally forgive u” y/n replies sarcasticliii “ r-r-r-Fr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-rr-r-rrrrr- really?! Alhpa mailee replies hopfulle. “No” y/n says, and then eats him alive in one gulp. The end

Prolugie poo

Y/n fells siccck. She suddenlii cvomets in the middle of the night, and standiinnggg their i the nasty putrescence I is alpha baddie mail gacha club pookie. “I challenge you for aphla mail titlrr” he says withhh a smile. “On no” you gasoop in fear.*

TO BE. ONTINUUUEDS IN BOK TWOOOO

TYSM FOR READING :))))M))))))

This story was pain to type, but I love it sm anyway

[402luxe]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: La Sheelah Runner's Delight Color Block Lace-Up Sneaker in Mauve.

[ratboy-tummy]

Filbo: "The usual dog look" (husky or labrador). Neon Blue + Rainbow undefeated combo. Lots of friendship bracelets + checker board bandana.

Beffica: Cat with wings. That Myspace Color Palette (Magenta + Purple + Black and white), Rainbow braquets, perma >:3 face.

Wambus: "Totally not a sparkledog" sparkledog. Glow-in-the-dark Fur tattoos and mouth. Flannel color changes every time you look at him, no one ever acknowledges it.

Triffany: Trex. Lots of cool scars, bone patterns in the scales that glow in the dark. Bright colored claws and teeth. Tail bag with pins and trinckets.

Gramble: Something extremely fluffy like a pomeranian. Pastel Pink + Rainbow Pastel combo, funky shaped spots, strabby hat eye's emote with him, lots of pins.

Wiggle: Lioness, the mane works as her hair and her scarf. Funky shaped spots (probably stars), lots of pink, tail filled with accessories. Her glasses change shape with mood, probably something like angel wings.

Chandlo: Sabertooth tiger. Lots of ear piercings, tiger stripes + leopard spots, pawprint spot somewhere. Teeth are bright colored. Spike collar + wristbands, has a whole row of them around the tail.

Snorpy: Dragon. Neon purple glow in the dark horns and spikes. Short wings extremely long tail, funky pattern in the membrane part of the wing, "gadget-y" accessories, carries a tail bag with lots of pins, has nose piercing.

Floofty: Dragon. yellow glow in the dark horns and spikes with a slight orange gradient by the tips. Long wings short tail, funky pattern in the membrane part of the wings. Prosthetic has carved detail.

Shelda: Short fur cat. Brown + Warm colors (lots of them). Leopard spots, some of them kinda look like eyes. The spots and her pawpads change color depending on her mood, tail is decorated with flowers.

Lizbert: Wolf. Grey + Black and white + Red, lots of stripes and cool scars, lots of cool piercings and spiked accessories + bandaids. Shadow the Hedgehog would be proud.

Eggabell: Fluffy cat. White + Pastel warm colors. Fur tattoos and one cool scar. Curly fur, lots of collar and wristband accessories. A bandana around an arm that Lizbert gave her.

Terrible au

Bugsnax but all the grumps are sparkle-dogs

[cryptid-currency]

Something I noticed with Fluttershy and her family is their color pallets. It looks like there was genuine thought put into these designs to make them look related.

Fluttershy has her mothers coat, fathers eyes ans her hair is a mix of the two.

Zeypher Breeze has his father's coat, Mrs. Shys coat color as his mane color and her eye color.

I also noticed they all have curly/wavy hair styles.

This got me thinking about the other characters and their families.

Staring off with Twilights family, Shining Armor looks good but I'm iffy on Twilight.

Shining has Twilight Velvets coat, just a bit lighter. This could also be from the white in her hair. He has Night Lights blue pallet in his mane and his mothers icy blue eyes.

Twilight has a purple coat like her mothers hair along with her purple eyes. The rest of her pallet is pretty diffrent from her parents.

Shining and Twilight also got Velvets multicolored hair. Twilight and Shining have similar cutie marks with the stars.

The Apple families pallets are also one of my favorites. I adore Pear Butters design (really wish her kids had ber pretty eye color).

Big Mac has a red coat like Bright Macs hair. His mane is simmilar to his mothers and he has his father's green eyes.

Applejack has an orange coat like her mothers hair and yellow hair like her fathers coat. Her eyes are also green like her father. Her hairstyle is simmilar to Pear Butters and that hat looks fammiler.

Applebloom looks a lot like Bright Mac with a yellow coat and red mane. Her mane seems to be more curly like her mothers. Appleblooms orange eyes threw me off but I think they come from Pear Butters orange mane.

The parents designs are amazing, they look exactly like how they act. Hondo Flanks looks like he would call me 'bud' and Cookie Crumble has a rival in the schools PTA.

Rarity got her fathers coat but more silvery. Her mane comes from her mother. Her eyes are also a darker blue like her fathers.

Sweetie Belle also got her dads coat. Her mane looks like her mothers mane color and her coat color. Her mane is also dual colored like Cookies. I have no idea were the green eyes came from though.

Windy Whistles my Beloved.

Rainbow Dash got her mother blue coat and her eye color. Her hair is obviously from Bow Hothoof.

Theres not much to say about the Dash family.

I was avoiding this one. The Pie family is big and I'm impatient. Also I'm assuming that Igneous Rocks hair is gray from age and isn't that color naturally.

I'm going to be honest I don't have much to say about Pinkie. She's the genetic black (pink?) Sheep of the family. She does have Cloudy Quartz's blue eyes.

Maud is in a simmilar boat, I have no clue were the purple comes from. Her gray coat comes from Cloudy along with her teal eyes.

Limestone got her gray mane from her mothers coat and the purple from god knows where.

Marble has a coat color that is slightly lighter than Cloudys mane. Her mane is a simmilar color to her mothers as well.

Wait! What if Igneous's hair was purple or smth and thats were the purple comes from?

Cadences colors were a bitch to make into a pallet! Looking at it now I didn't do the best job.

The Abomination Flurry Heart got a mix of her parents coat, being a lighter pink. Her mane is purple/pink and a gradient like Cadence. The blue streak looks a lot like Shinings eye color and her eyes look like his mane streak. Her wings have the gradient feathers like Cadence although less obvious.

Something I noticed about Flurry is how her magic is yellow but her eyes aren't. Every other unicorn has magic that matches their eye color but not this little monster. Don't even get me started on how Flurry was born an Alicorn.

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Despite the fact Lil' Cheese only shows up for less than a minute I thought this could be a fun breakdown.

Lil' Cheese probably got their yellow coat from cheese and their pink hair from mom. The green eyes also come from Cheese. I love their curly hair, its bigger than their head.

°I might do more of these in the future when I think of more families. Feel free to request families but I will only be doing canon families for now.°