#maddam bone

[maddambone]

so to recap what i know 2ish months ago when i made my now base model i could not get it to become the default model file it was an annoying but was not a problem as i could keep a save file and barely close it but last it when setting up stream the veadotube was not loading the veadotube model files but the whole local disc so everything rather then delaying canceling or searching for the file i would do a silly screenshot bit and hope it was not a bad first impression for new chatters but it was the last straw as latter that night i uninstalled and then reinstalled veado tube as that should let me change the start up file to my base pngtuber and when setting up my base png tuber i noticed new features and that there is a new update but with this update came new tech issues sutch as no longer working with the source capture i knew how to set up greenscreen so there may still be no model setup for this friday stream i would like to apologize by drawing and releasing the new and "unrelated" emote

[omwife]

Sanji Vinsmoke

woooo okay we back at it again with this lil series read part one on my blog (this is part two!)

summary: another moment you have with sanji, only building your connection with him.

notes: the translation for any french words will b at the bottom from now on to prevent spoilers lmao.

it was late. too late for shit thoughts like these. you got up, immediately feeling the breeze on your bare arms. you were wearing long and warm pajama pants you'd taken from ussop, with black fluffy socks, and a stolen top from nami to top it off.

"fuckin' stupid sea weather." you muttered as you wandered your way through the ship, careful to keep your steps light to not wake the light sleepers, or just nami, up.

coming up onto the deck you looked over the ships railing to see the water passing by slightly, rocking your boat hut not moving it due to the anchor. you stopped for a moment to feel the wind blow past your body, cooling you down from the drowning heat that came with your late night thoughts, before you continued to walk into the kitchen and over to the pantry.

"mmmm." you hummed in question to yourself as you looked between your two options of tea, honey or green?

"i find honey is more soothing on a sleepless night." his smooth voice whispers into your ear, causing you to jump from the unexpectedness.

"sanji!" you jumped back, hitting him in the chest with your elbow in the process, but he didn't move at all and only smiled at you.

"sit, i'll make us some cups." he said as he lightly pushed you towards the bar stools from just between your shoulder bones.

you smiled at him before you sat down, while he pulled out two mugs, putting water on the stove to boil.

"so what's keeping your pretty mind up maddam?" he said as he his eyes flickered down to your bare collarbones before returning to your eyes.

"i could ask you the same, cook." you slightly raised an eyebrow in question, while a small grin formed on your lips.

"c'mon mon amor, speak your mind." he smiled at you sweetly, before turning around and pouring the tea into their mugs and handing you one.

you wrapped your hands around the mug, debating on saying the truth or continuing the lie.

"nothing, just felt a little restless today." you smiled, as he raised his eyebrow in question to this, not believing you.

"well what's on your mind now sanji?"

hearing his name come from your smiling lips makes him melt even more for you. "couldn't stop thinking about a pretty lady." he grinned.

you snickered at this, "really, does she go by the name of nami?"

"mm i think it was something more like y/n." he smiled as he reached his hand over and grabbed at your chin lightly with a couple of fingers.

tilting your head more upwards, to face him because of the height difference, the teas between the two of you forgotten as he stared down at your lips and then back up to your eyes.

he watched as you blinked, your eyelashes fluttering with every movement. you stared back into his blue eyes as they seemingly battled between grey and blue, his pupils turned slightly in at the middle making a subtle heart shape.

you smiled at him before standing, and leaning forward into his hand and pursing your lips as you approached his face. he closed his eyes, expecting a kiss, only to get a peck on his cheek.

"thank you for the tea sanji, have a great sleep." you winked at him as you skipped out of the room earning a "that damn woman." in response to the stunt you had just pulled.

he laughed to himself lightly before turning to tidy up the pot he made the tea in thinking about the calm and peaceful sle-

"SANJI ARE YOU MAKING DESERT?"

"GO BACK TO SLEEP LUFFY."

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[secretwhumplair]

Weaving

780 words | No Warrior (right before Warmth)

Content | Low self-esteem, reference to past beating

Notes | This was already mostly finished, part of it was written even before Warmth lol, so I finsihed it up before getting on with where we left off.

Yves tries to get a job.

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Yves was glad he was allowed to follow Runar around, even help with little tasks around the house, but the longer it lasted, the more he started feeling like he had when he had been recovering from his injuries: useless, and scared of it.

He no longer thought Runar was going to punish him for being so useless. No. That wasn’t it.

This morning, over breakfast, he plucked up his courage. »Runar?«

Runar smiled at him, warmly, like he always did. »Hm?«

»What can I do? What do… people who are not warriors do?«

Runar looked at him silently for a moment, and for as long, Yves felt an unknown fear clench his heart. He wasn’t afraid of what Runar might do, this time. It was what he would - or wouldn’t - allow Yves to do that worried him.

If he wasn’t allowed to even try to support himself, was he really not a captive?

»You know you don’t… you don’t have to worry about that, right?« Runar finally said, searching his face.

Yves hesitated, then nodded, his heart still in his throat. He knew that. Right now, he was only too aware of it. He wanted to say something, he felt like he ought to explain himself, but he didn’t know how.

Runar leant back, his eyes still on Yves’ face, but more thoughtful now. »I mean, a lot of us are farmers, but it’s winter now. Housekeeping. Looking after the kids. Tailoring. Lots of spinning and weaving, for the sails and all…«

»I can learn that,« Yves managed. It felt strange, asserting he could do a thing, when for so long, everything around him had been so determined to show him he couldn’t do anything - he found it hard to believe his own words. But he could. He knew he could. It didn’t take strength, or any of the qualities he would never possess, a knowledge now beaten into his bones.

He watched for Runar’s reaction to his bold claim, and was flooded with relief to find a small, but warm smile.

»I… suppose you could, yes. If you really want to.« The smile made way for an earnest look into his eyes.

Yves nodded timidly.

* To say Yves felt at home amongst the weavers would have been a gross exaggeration.

But he did feel quite comfortable, and that was more than he would have dared to ask for. The constant chatter - at least one of them was always talking in this big room full of looms and spinning wheels - was oddly calming. Maybe it was because no one felt they needed to raise their voices to be heard; there was one elderly woman with a voice so naturally shrill it startled him every time, but that was, of course, no fault of hers.

Maybe it was just simply the fact that no one here was a warrior.

If he were going to make himself at home here, he could not have chosen a better place to come to. The weavers gossiped, mostly good-naturedly, about so-and-so’s child or so-and-so’s new boyfriend; within the week of starting to come here, he was caught up on all goings-on in the village.

Yves himself rarely spoke. What stories would he tell them? Of a land far away that was nothing to them but prey to their sons and sisters? Of worse?

No, he kept quiet, just let the words and tales wash over him.

It was a good place.

If he were going to make himself at home here.

Runar’s offer of bringing him back still haunted his mind.

Only, back to what? The knights, he had gathered, were dead - and anyway, Runar would not have brought them back to them, that much he knew now. And the farm, before, he only distantly remembered - it seemed like a lifetime ago - would they even remember him? Would they recognize the person he was now from their memories?

Runar had told him he’d rather have Yves stay. Yves did not want to argue. Certainly not for the slim chance of returning a life he had long been taken from.

Perhaps it was for the best he should stay here. Perhaps the fear that had been eating away at him was truly unfounded. Perhaps the village could become home.

He tried to picture it, picture himself as one of them. But even sitting here, passing the shuttle back and forth, careful not to twist his left hand in the way that still shot a sting of pain through his arm after the knights shattered it, listening to the tales and gossip flowing around him, he couldn’t imagine it. Being safe, just like that.

Being home.

[maddambone]

ok so last night i thought i would right down the names of the alterative bodys i wanted to make and then i got the idea to right down names of possible model ideas first instead of thinking about a design and coming of with a name latter and one of the names i came up with was "maddam burn" the first thing i thought of for a burning bone is ghost rider but i being based am already like ghost rider so i did not feel like incinerating my flesh over something basic and not that fun BUT the reason i came up with the name maddam burn was because i have been drawing blaze the cat recently and i realized that i have not been satisfied by mixing my design with a design or character that i like so i thought what if instead of making a maddam bone version of one or the over i could make a design that took from all 3

and its fare to say i think this came out rad as fuck

[maddambone]

hello i am Maddam Bone

an animator, artist, gamer, and content creator,

pronouns: they/them (for now?)

I play tf2 and draw sometimes on twitch but i plan on doing animation and art for tumblr so think of this as a art blog more than an streamer schedule dump but i am a gamer and will at least put the stream link in the pinned post