#origami bandana

[shaniacmadej]

I LOVE THEM AAHHHHHHHHHHHH

[incorrect-star-allies]

Bandana Dee: Kirby learned how to fold origami penguins from Adeleine the other day. I told them, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day they put them in the fridge.

[paperzest]

Origami May from Pokémon Ruby and Sapphire designed and folded by me, in an impulsive burst of hyperfocus! One uncut square of double tissue paper. Though next time I would remember to use single color paper, since this one has some unwanted color changes from the backside of the sheet. Was going for a sort of Poké Ball-throwing pose. I'm thinking of making a guide like a photo diagram for this one if I can get some things more uniform in terms of shaping and can also just fit it in, time-wise.

I am overall happy with this one. And might have to fold some Pokémon to go with her. Maybe ino87's Salamence tutorial on youtube.

But yeah. I really like Ruby and Sapphire...

[taski-guru]

Old line art of an adopt (adopt was sold)

NOT a free line art!

[nightmarist]

our Identity Spectrum gallery on campus opens next week, we’re having a little reception. They said we can also bring food for the pot luck especially in relation to our identities; i think i’ll *try* to make albondigas but ive never had to make a large quantity for a group of people so we’ll see. i miiight just say fuck it lol

i got large paper so im going to try a larger project — ometeotl in the pose of the fall of man by van Haarlem. any chance i get to appropriate and blasphemize christianity with my own ancestry is 👌

i’ll have to draft it more than usual since it’ll be on two 21 x 33 pieces. RIP i already take 80 years to finish a piece this is going to take so long. but hey, some of my fellow local artists take months and some even years for their works. im tired of feeling subjected to the high speed of cranking out content online.

[buggyjuggie]

──★ ˙ ̟ Liushang headcanons

Note: big thanks to my bestie @xtsukkkii for helping me with some of these headcanons and for being as insane as me about liushang i promissed you i was gonna post this and here we are :3

* Liu kang helps keep Shang Tsung’s hair healthy and nice, Liu brushes his hair and ties it up how Shang asks him

* Once again inspired by a peace of fanart Shang Tsung owns a snake it was his first pet after he started traveling to sell his potions. One time when Liu kang came over the snake almost choked him to death and Liu tried calling Shang tsung for help but all he said was ,,my darling she just wants to play”

* Shang tsung is an absolute attentione whore. Whenever Liu kang is busy Shang is near him and trying his best to get Liu's attention

* They do eachothers hair all the time and Liu kang buys Shang tsung different hair clips sometimes even from different timelines while Shang tsung buys Liu kang different bandanas maybe even makes some himself or gets them custom made

* Shang tsungs favourite part about Liu kang is the nape of his neck. It's usually covered by his long hair and Shang tsung just likes moving it back and placing soft kisses and hickies on Liu's neck

* Liu kang Is a god (get it) at origami. Makes some for Shang tsung as a gift and Shang proceeds to get jealous

* Idk why but liushang gives me the vibe that they would enjoy slow ballroom dancing or just slowly dancing while holding each other in they’re arms being happy that they have one another

* They both know how to cook but it’s mostly Shang Tsung who makes food

* Liu kang knows how to knit. He keeps making sweater,scarfs and trinkets for Shang Tsung. Shang tsung acts like it doesn't mean anything to him but keeps them next to his bed when he can't cuddle Liu kang

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[itzzaira]

TMNT Fandom Family Reunion - Craft Fair Event || Short story

Cabin 10 - The Besties

Little Mikey Future - @orangepawn39

The Wrong Side of the Portal - Me!

I will be referring to the future Michelangelo as Michelangelo.

And to my Mikey as Mikey.

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

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Today was a nice day.

It wasn't too hot or too cold, there was no fighting, they had slept well the night before- Michelangelo had even managed to entertain Maria and multiple more versions of himself and others with the origamis he had been making fly around.

Buuut he had been using his mystic abilities all morning and afternoon- he needed a little break. Thankfully, the other Raph from his cabin had offered to watch over Maria- so with his charge safe, Michelangelo was now walking back towards their cabin.

He had heard the other versions of himself talk about decorating the place. He couldn't wait to see it.

...Actually, wouldn’t his counterpart's cat be inside now? He should say hi, then take a nap. Then he could go back to the craft fair. Yeah. That sounded nice.

Michelangelo closed the door behind him, not all fazed by the dark. He didn't bother turning on the lights as he wouldn’t need them. Just say hi to Ice Cream Kitty, then go take a nap. Simple. Easy.

...Or, at least. That was the plan. Until he heard the quiet sniffles from the bathroom.

The turtle froze. He held his breath, not even moving an inch as he listened... yep, that was a sob. Uh-oh.

He changed directions from the kitchen to the bathroom, getting more concerned by the minute. Why would anyone be sad? Everyone had been having fun as far as Michelangelo was aware. Making crafts, paints...

"...Hello?" He knocked on the door of the bathroom once in front of it- and the hiccups stopped at once. He frowned. That wouldn’t do. "Anyone inside?"

No answer.

"..." Michelangelo pretended to walk away, then kept silent. He heard a shuddering breath behind the door, before a soft sob. He sighed. Okay, so maybe he didn't know everyone very well yet- but these were versions of his family. It could be one of the kids. Someone could be hurt. "I'm coming in bud, okay?"

He heard a panicked breath. "Wait no-"

Michelangelo opened the door. The sight perplexed him.

All the lights were out... yet, despite the lights not being on, a soft, golden light illuminated the room. The source of the light sat on the floor, blue shirt he had been wearing previously thrown away, bandages surrounding the figure from all around... a 15-year-old version of himself sitting on the floor, looking up at him with wide, wet eyes. Tears soaking his bandana and slipping down his cheeks.

His arms covered in bright, golden scars, all the way up to his shoulders, shaking like crazy.

Michelangelo put a hand on his mouth in shock.

...Oh.

Not even his own scars reached that far.

At the look he received Mikey teared up- and Michelangelo panicked. "Ah, no, I'm sorry- it's okay, okay-"

He closed the door behind him. Then locked it. Mikey curled up further into himself.

Michelangelo's mind went a 100 miles an hour.

Okay, think. There... hadn't been any versions of him with mystic scars in the cabin, right? There were the kids, the one with- four different versions of each of them? And the one where there had been two of each of them, Ice Cream Kitty came from that world, so no-

"-yeah, little orange is still sleeping all day!" The version of himself with Ice Cream Kitty explained as he held the bowl, Maria gushing over the little cat licking her face. "He was tired- but he would love to meet you!"

...Oh.

Realization dawned slowly. Michelangelo's expression softened immensely.

Right. Mikey had been asleep all day at first. And then Michelangelo hadn't seen him without his bandages or shirt. He was tired. And cold.

Which meant the scars must be recent.

"...Hey, kiddo." He mumbled, slowly walking over and sitting next to him. Mikey didn't respond, trying to muffle his sobs.

"Do they hurt?" The older one asked worriedly, looking them over. What on earth had happened for them to spread so far? Let alone at such a young age?

Yet, Mikey shook his head. Michelangelo looked away.

"...Doesn't seem like it, bub."

"They don't hurt... much." The younger one mumbled, sniffling. The mystic warrior frowned.

"...Then, what's wrong? Surely you would have way more fun at the craft fair than locked in a bathroom."

Mikey flinched.

He mumbled something under his breath, too soft to hear. "Could you repeat that?"

"...I can't join."

Odd. "Anyone can join, mini-me."

"Well I can't."

"Why not?"

Mikey grumbled, frustrated and clearly about to say something-... but then his expression shattered. He teared up again. And closed his eyes as he held out his left arm in front of the other in defeat.

It shook like crazy. Too unstable to hold anything.

Oooohhh.

"..." Carefully, gently, Michelangelo took hold of the younger one's arm. Sucking in a breath when he felt the amount of mystic energy radiating from it. "...What on earth did you do to gain these scars?" He mumbled, gently twisting his arm around. When Mikey didn't answer, the older one continued. "You have trouble holding stuff."

Not a question. A statement.

Michelangelo had experience, after all.

"I can't do anything anymore." Mikey said bitterly, looking away- yet, he didn't take his arm back. So Michelangelo's touch didn't hurt. Good to know. "I can't stand, I can't walk, I can't stay awake, I can't hold stuff, I can't cook, I can't make art-" he forced himself to stop. "...It would be better if I just. Stayed gone. My hands are useless."

"Hey, no." The older one frowned disapprovingly. "You gained those scars for a reason. I bet those hands did some very important stuff-"

"-I had help and still failed." Mikey cut him off, and groaned. "Donnie held on with everything he had. Made me tech to help. Raph left to protect us so I could concentrate- on his own. And I still failed to open a proper portal-"

"A what now-?"

"-I got us stuck in some random universe, I was useless!" Mikey gritted his teeth, scars lighting up in reaction to his anger. Yet Michelangelo didn't let go. "And now I can't do the one thing I'm supposed to be good at?"

He would have said more. But Mikey seemed to remember he wasn't talking to one of his brothers. And bit his lip to keep quiet.

"..." Michelangelo sighed. He shifted his position so he was sitting on his knees in front of the younger one, taking hold of both of his shaky hands so so carefully. He looked at them, for a moment, his thumbs stroking over the other's fingers... before he closed his eyes...

His own scars lit up gold. He could feel the way his younger counterpart tensed but didn't move. He concentrated as gold swirls and sparkles started surrounding the two, his own mystic magic starting to lift objects so they floated around- his hair included. When he cracked his eyes open, just a tiny bit- they were completely gold.

"It takes time to get used to them." He murmured, still petting Mikey's hands. Mikey didn't respond, looking at him with awe- especially when a gold butterfly seemed to appear out of thin air, and land on his snout.

Michelangelo's mystic magic was... warm.

Mikey's had been too. It had been burning hot, painful, eating him alive and melting his being away. But this was different. This was the warmth of a home-cooked meal, of a hug-

Of brothers.

Of home.

"Sometimes, it feels like they'll never get better." The older one continued, letting go of one hand so he could open his palm- the butterfly illusion he had created landed in it. "Sometimes, they'll feel like the uggliest things you've looked at. But you need to remember why they look this way."

"...I failed to save Leo." Came the heartbreaking reply. Michelangelo tisked.

"Did you?" The butterfly flew away to land on Mikey's snout. "He seemed pretty alive to me."

"...But-"

"And you did all that without any practice, at such a young age?"

"..."

Michelangelo grabbed both his hands again, and smiled gently. "I know it seems like they're useless right now. But trust me when I say... they will get better."

"..." Mikey looked away to look at his hands uncertainly, still not convinced. Michelangelo's smile softened.

"Once you learn everything you can do with those hands, mini-me." He started. "You'll see. Just because you can't make art now the way you're used to doesn't mean they're useless."

"And someday." He lowered their hands. The warmth intensified in a pleasant way- a way Mikey hadn't known before, as he finally met his counterpart's eyes. Looking more hopeful then he had moments ago, with tears in his eyes.

'The way you're used to'

...There were other ways he could make art?

"Trust me when I say... like everyone else, you'll learn to love your hands too."

[redandfranticfeelings]

i wrote a bob's burgers fanfic about bob helping louise overcome jitters on her wedding night

inspired by a quote in "poops i didn't do it again," ao3 link will be in replies

Between his racing thoughts and Linda’s restless legs, Bob already wasn’t sleeping too well. So when his humming phone made the bedside table vibrate, he was relatively quick to respond.

“Hello?” he groggily answered.

“Daaaaad!”

Of course he’d know that chipper voice anywhere.

“Louise?” Bob sat up as fast as he could without making himself dizzy. “Is everything okay?”

The last time he’d seen his youngest daughter, she had demanded that none of her family members call her unless someone was dying – “and even then, they better be bleeding or suffocating.” She and Rudy had a morning flight to San Francisco, and knowing how carefully they’d saved for both the wedding and the honeymoon, Bob had taken her instruction seriously. But now she was calling him?

“Oh, it’s better than okay!” She sounded happy, but he couldn’t be too sure. She’d put this same cheery voice on when trying to cut a deal with a customer she wanted to strangle. “Rudy was hungry, so I walked down to this sushi place we’d read about – Sushi Stay or Sushi Go? Yeah, turns out they have a bunch of authentic Japanese cookware here.”

“Oh, really?” Bob rubbed his eyes open.

“Yeah! And it’s all discounted because it’s been slightly used, which is enough to make it basically worthless to rich chefs. I think I even saw a Fukinawa knife.”

“You’re kidding. A real Fukinawa knife?”

“Eyeballing it, I can’t be sure if it’s the real deal, but they just sliced an albacore in mid-air with it, so it’ll put asses in seats anyway. I’m sure you’ll clock it better than I can.”

Bob eased himself up onto the floor. “Where even is this place? You said it’s called… Sushi Stay? Sushi Go?”

“No, no. Sushi Stay or Sushi Go. One phrase. It’s like, right by our hotel. It’s open 24 hours. Big neon sign. You can’t miss it.”

“Alright, Louise. I’ll come check it out.”

As Bob sauntered over to get his coat, his wife began to stir as well. “Wussup, Bobby?” she yawned, not sitting up quite yet.

“Louise called.”

“Oh, is she okay?” Linda yawned, still winded from the reception. “Rudy ain’t already giving her a hard time, is he?”

“No, it’s fine.” Bob pulled his coat over his pajamas and stuffed his feet into his clogs. “It’s just… business stuff. Just a restaurant she wanted to show me before she left.”

“Okay, little night owls.” Linda settled back into her pillow. “Just don’t sleep all morning. Unless I do. Then don’t bother me.” She fell back asleep quickly.

Bob walked to his car, more anxious than ever. There was no Fukinawa knife, and he knew it. And honestly, Louise probably knew he knew it.

----

He already knew the route to Louise’s hotel, so finding the sushi place was pretty easy. It was well-lit, and through the glass, he could see their sole customer sitting up at the counter.

She still wore her wedding dress – well, more of a tuxedo-dress, with the skirt tattered like some kind of corpse bride. Her hair was still down, her idea of having anything “fancy” done with it, because she’d refuted all of Jocelyn’s offers to style it pro-bono. And of course, she had the pink beanie-turned-bandana tied around her head. There was no food in front of her, and as far as Bob could tell, no to-go box for Rudy.

Bob parked in a free spot and opened the door. Louise’s head turned when she heard the bell ring. “Ooooh, you just missed the salesguy.” She put on a facade of frustration. “He needed to get back to Japan for an expo in the morning, so he couldn’t wait up. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I actually don’t have cash, anyway.” Bob took the stool next to his daughter. He noticed, on either side of him, little papers folded to look like fish and seaweed. He picked up a tiny origami fish. “These are cute.”

“Yeah, I think the owner’s kid made them, so he put them out front to cultivate this beachy aesthetic. He said we can take a couple home, the kid’s always making more anyway.” She scoffed. “Child labor, am I right?”

Bob curiously unfolded part of the fish, then immediately regretted it as he had no idea how to replicate all those seamless creases, and his re-folding attempts only seemed to mutilate it further.

“Great going, father,” Louise snarked. “You’re killing endangered marine life.”

“It’s too many creases. Here, you try it.” He handed the crumpled paper square to his daughter. “You know… paper. Better than I do.”

Having spent most of middle school turning red-marked assignments into paper masterpieces, and generally having younger and nimbler hands than her father, Louise re-folded the fish without hesitation. “Wow,” Bob remarked.

“I wonder if origami would suit our place,” Louise mused, making the fish swim through the air. “We hang little paper burgers everywhere or something. Maybe it’ll make us look quote-unquote cultured.”

“I don’t know,” Bob said, giving the same response he always gave Louise’s business ideas. “Half the time we redecorate the restaurant, people get freaked out. Or think we’re haunted. Or a…gay bar? That one time?”

“You’re right. Let’s think bigger. We’ll print our menus bilingually. And every hour, we’ll perform the 2.5D Burobu musical I wrote with Gene in high school. Full love scene included.”

Bob shook his head, giving a very small chuckle. Louise had spent most of her adulthood as his business consultant humbling him, and it had mostly paid off. It seemed she had a new marketing idea every week, and though it wasn’t without some serious costs (“Who cares about the wind? I nearly lost a foot getting these fireworks across the border!”), it definitely drew far more positive attention to the restaurant than they’d gotten in the past two decades. They weren’t booming, but they always had someone curious about the Burger of the Day they’d seen out front (after Louise suggested that, Bob had a week-long crisis about how stupid he’d been for not doing it sooner) and the somewhat unsettling chalk drawing that accompanied it.

“How about we meet in the middle?” He cracked a smile. “You and Rudy can hang up some of your old puppets.”

Something about that drained all the pride from Louise’s face. “Yeah, me and Rudy can do a lot of things now,” she mumbled, focusing narrowly on her paper fish.

Fatherly concern struck Bob once again. “Okay, Louise.” He knew he couldn’t put this off any further. “What are you doing down here in the middle of the night? In your dress?”

She scoffed. “What, a woman can’t swing by a 24-hour sushi place and take in the sights the night before her honeymoon?”

“I mean you can, it’s just… I figured you’d want to be with Rudy tonight. You both seemed pretty excited.”

“Yeah yeah, we were super excited! It’s San Francisco is as close to a trip to Tokyo as I'll ever get! But, uh, well…” Her phony enthusiasm began to falter. “I think we might need to postpone the trip.”

“What?” Bob exclaimed. “Louise, you and Rudy have been saving to go to California for months.” He swore he saw her eye twitch.

“I don’t know…” Her eyes darted around the room. “The weather might be unpleasant? We’ll be sweating our asses off, and you know how easy Rudy burns. Honestly, June weddings are so overrated.” She chuckled, and it was clear she was running out of lies.

“Louise.” Bob made direct eye contact with his daughter – something both of them hated to do.

Louise scoffed and fidgeted for a few more moments, but when she couldn’t dig up any more excuses, she just groaned. “I don’t want a honeymoon, Dad!”

“What changed?”

“Oh, nothing much, just this little thing where I had to declare in front of my entire family that I’d be devoted to one man for the rest of my life.”

“Well, you love Rudy, right?” Bob felt a bit jittery. Louise and Rudy had been dating for nearly a decade before their engagement, so he couldn’t imagine her feeling rushed.

“Of course I do.” There was a softness in her eyes that always emerged when she spoke about Rudy. “He’s like, the nicest person in the world. And when I was looking right at him, telling him I loved him, I really wanted him to know that. I felt that.” She sighed. “But like… everyone else was saying things that just drove me crazy.”

“Like?”

“‘Congrats to you and Rudy.’ ‘You two will have such a great future.’ ‘You look great together.’” She scowled with every sentence. “It’s like I didn’t exist. I just became half of some… Rudy-and-Louise love monster. And when we got to the hotel, he kept introducing me as ‘my wife’ to everyone there.”

“That’s kind of sweet,” Bob said, and he meant it, but his tone didn’t quite convey it.

"Dad." Now she looked her father right in the eyes. "This one little kid in the lobby started calling me ‘My Wife Louise’.”

“Oh. Oh my god.”

“Yeah. Getting back to our room after all that did not exactly put me in a honeymoon mood. He even called room service to order champagne for ‘him and his wife.’ Fuck, how do other newlyweds hear that all day and still jump each other’s bones?” She gripped her dress like she wanted to tear it right off. “You're basically half-people now, so you’re half as sexy too.”

“Mmm.” Understandably, Bob didn’t really want to think about Louise and Rudy like that.

Now that she’d gotten that off her chest, she tried, awkwardly, to revert to her casual arrogance. “Anyway, I was gonna tell him you had an emergency and I couldn’t go to San Francisco with him. But you know I can’t lie to him. So I just wrote my feelings in a note, left it by his bedside while he’s sleeping off the liquor, and I’ll hitch a ride home with you to stay at the apartment. We’ll figure things out in the morning, or whatever.”

“Oh my god. Louise, no.” Bob felt so bad for his daughter, but he knew this was the wrong move. “You can’t just run off. Not after all this.”

“Relaaaaax!” She tried to wave him off. “I’ll still be married to him, legally. I just can’t do all that coupley shit right now. We can consummate our marriage and all that shit in a few months. And I’m not wasting the plane ticket, I’ll just pawn it or haggle for a different day. I’m a great haggler.”

“Still. It’s not fair to Rudy.”

“I know it’s not fair to Rudy!” Louise cried out, startling the chefs working in the kitchen. “I just can’t see any other option. I just know if I go on that trip with him, I’ll spend the whole time feeling like… ‘wife Louise,’ not normal Louise. And I can’t risk turning into that forever. I’m not Tina.”

“You won’t turn into Tina. Also, being Tina isn’t a bad thing.”

“Being Tina, I could survive – barely. Being wife Tina is my fucking nightmare.”

As much as Bob wanted to argue with that, seeing his son-in-law still made him inexplicably twitchy, and the way Tina spoke so fondly of him sounded like a foreign language. He only really understood it when he saw them with his granddaughter.

“But what sucks the most is that I know he’ll figure that out. I know he’ll know I’m upset, and he’ll think it’s because of him. I need him to know it’s not his fault. I’m just not good at being a wife. And I wish I knew that before we got married, because he’s been so terrified I’m gonna leave him for good. So I can’t tell him how fucked up I am to his face, but I can’t lie to him either.”

Louise swatted the fish off the counter, onto the floor, and slumped onto the counter. Bob got off the stool, bent down very carefully, and picked it back up.

“You know, your mother and I didn’t have a honeymoon on our wedding night.”

“Dad, I’ve seen the pictures. You barely had a wedding.”

“True. We’re not really… good at romance. I mean, your mother is. She’s really into it.”

“This to the girl who just endured an eight-minute musical wedding toast. Preaching to the choir, Dad.”

Bob chuckled. Linda had spent months workshopping that, and what she sang at the reception wasn’t even half of what she’d written. “My point is, I didn’t think I’d be good at being a husband. And maybe I’m not, to some people. Your mother usually thinks I am. But I guess everyone has a different idea of what a married couple should be. We're not all like Tina and Daniel. I mean, I love your mother, but if I did everything she wanted us to do, I’d be… really tired. All the time.”

“You would be?” Louise was smiling again.

“Hey, cut me some slack. It’s the middle of the night. Plus I just had to bend down.” He placed the fish back in front of Louise. “But you and Rudy can have fun together and still be your own people. Like, he can do his magic, and you can do your… delightfully creepy blackboard drawings.”

“You make my job sound like my only hobby. You make my life sound sad.”

“Mmm. And then both of you can do your puppet shows and anime conventions and hikes and stuff. And you don’t have to hold yourself back.”

“I kind of do. Rudy can’t walk too far without losing his breath.”

“I mean you don’t have to stop being Louise. You’re just…” He glanced down at the paper fish. “The same Louise, in a different shape.”

Louise ran her thumb along the creases. The paper had some awkward creases from being folded and unfolded, but they knew it was a fish. Just like Bob still knew she was Louise.

“Geez,” she scoffed, “if you’re gonna use them for corny metaphors, maybe we’ll ditch the origami idea.” She passed the fish to her dad. “Here. I hear some customers use these as tips in Japan. Consider it a tip for some good fatherly advice.”

“Honestly, I prefer being tipped with money.”

“Oh, hard agree.”

“But… coming from my daughter, it means a lot.”

The bride finally scooted off the stool. “Welp, I better get back to my hotel. I got a marital bed to sneak back into.”

“You should destroy that note.”

“Totally. It’ll feel good.” Louise held out her hand to help her aging father to his feet. “You know, the sashimi here isn’t even worth taking home to him. They need that cutesy beginner's origami more than we ever will.”

Louise held onto Bob all the way to his car, and he held the strands of her dress to ensure neither of them would trip. He sat in the driver’s seat and watched her walk back home for a few minutes, but he definitely wouldn’t follow her. After all, she was an independent woman.

----

Rudy Belcher was out like a light, still wearing everything from the wedding except his blazer and one shoe, which were draped over a chair. He looked so delicate, even as he snored up a storm. Louise always listened carefully as she fell asleep to make sure he didn’t choke.

As she undressed and crawled into bed, Louise carefully took the folded-up note from the bedside table. She quietly unfolded it, scrunched up her nose at the curt writing, then re-folded it into a paper fish and placed it under her pillow before wrapping her arm around Rudy.

Maybe in the morning before boarding, she’d throw it onto the runway and hope that it’d swim into a jet engine.

Or just rip it up like a normal person.

But that wouldn’t be very Louise of her, would it?

[trevlad-sounds]

INTRO 00:00 Lying Cat-…a soft demon 00:33

Personal Bandana-Radiolarm 04:01

Vic Mars-English Comprehension 07:32

Metamono-Birth of a Flower 09:23

Bravo Tounky-L'école des Arbres 14:09

Ginger Root-Tank! (from Cowboy Bebop) 19:42

Philippe Brown-Inauguration du Stade Brian Brown 21:16

The Twelve Hour Foundation-Fun With Origami 24:09

Jaakko Eino Kalevi, Alma Jodorowsky-L'horizon 26:39

I Signori Della Galassia-Proxima Centauri 30:14

Rieux-It Lusts 38:28

Alexis Lumière-From Yubiwa Pipe To My VL-Tone 42:38

Virgo-Ancient Architects 44:37

Frederic & Olivier-Soleil froid 49:45

The Twelve Hour Foundation-Ballade Imaginaire 56:33

roleATL/Jamie XX-Malibu beach house 59:18 OUTRO 1:02:14

[rian-brick-kay]

[A small origami bear had manifested itself on the floor, a note lying beside it.] "Made you a friend to keep you company! Hope you like him ^^" -🧸

The walk back to the room was silent, the door locked behind them without a word spoken between them.

And there, on the floor before mattress, is a little origami bear that looks exactly like the stuffed one, down to the bandana and all.

They bend over to pick up the note and bear, wincing as it stretches their injured shoulder, and holds the message up to the light. A soft smile grows on their face.

"Thank you..."

[kayssweetdreams]

A Wonderous Christmas Ch 9

A little while later, the snowflakes slowed down and the Aroura Borealis-like lights begin to grow dimmer. The human guests were beginning to yawn, and the children began to doze off. Balan, noticing the energy declining, decided that it was best to now end the party. "I guess it is time to bid you farewell and goodbye, but the holidays aren't over yet so don't cry. There is still so much left the coming days, and don't forget Christmas is a good days aways." He said, patting a sleepy Tim on it's head.

Leo, while he was still getting tired, had hidden the snowflakes for his mom inside of his bandana, so she wouldn't expect where it might be, however, his eyes were getting dangerously close to closing, and him drifting off to dreamland. "Must...stay...awake..." He told himself, trying to keep his eyes open.

Cal let out a yawn "Hey Balan...how are we supposed to get back? It's snowing like crazy outside." He said. "I can easily use my transportation, it'll get you quickly to your destination." He said. However, THAT got everyone's attention as they all let out a loud 'NO!!". Balan was caught off guard by the shout, and landed face first into the snow. Yuri was quick to help him back up.

"Erm...What we meant Balan was, Uh...well, We...Don't exactly want to go through that wormhole again, because it was...much." she said. Balan took Yuri's hand as he stood back up "Oh don't worry Yuri, I know the predicament, but you see, That's not what I meant!" He said. The visiting guests looked confused, until Balan snapped his fingers, making the Wonderworld express appear "All Aboard!" He yelled as he flew to the engine

The humans boarded the train as Balan blew the whistle, signaling it was time to go. Soon, the Wonderworld Express slowly began to chug on its magic tracks away from the Isle and into the dimming Borealis. Haoyu stuck his head out of the window and dipped his hands into the glimmering lights. To his wonder, his hand seemed to create extra streams of light, like a split in a waterfall.

"Haoyu! Be careful!" Lin Lin Chang cried, worried for her son's well-being. "I know mom, I'm being careful." Haoyu said before sticking himself back inside. Iben and Aria struck up a friendly conversation after Phil and Lila fell asleep, while Trisha Jane and Cal were head to head in a game of Chess (and Trisha Jane was winning, much to Cal's shock)

Jose, Nancy, and Miguel had been chatting with tye Brand family, while Mei and her siblings were making origami Lotus flowers. Meanwhile, Leo and Emma were chatting among themselves about Alice's gift, when Rebecca asked Cal if they could switch places. While he found the request a tad bit odd, he soon found himself sitting across from Lucy...and a sprig of mistletoe had magically appeared above them.

Cal felt his cheeks get EXTREMELY warm, and his face turned a bright shade of red. Lucy giggled at his flustered form, and gave him a smooch on the nose. Cal's eye shrunk and he Gave a lovestuck smile as he gave her a kiss on the cheek in exchange. Bianca and Clem, Cal and Lucy's children giggled at their parents kisses under the mistletoe, while Rebecca and Trisha Jane gave a knowing look.

Eis and Sana were snuggling with eachother under Eis's rather large coat, while Bruce and Mara were holding each other's hands gazing at the world outside. Soon, the other children had fallen asleep due to Thea singing to the Bruno Childen, her voice singing a soothing version of various Christmas carols. By the middle of "White Christmas" Every child, both young and teen, had dozed off to sleep.

"Well, You certainly have a soothing voice." Attilio said. "Yep! A singer has to have a good selection of songs to sing." Thea said. "You should try singing in Christmas Rose Park one of these days." He suggested. "That would be fun! Maybe I'll do it over the holidays." She said before snuggling up with Stefan.

A little while later, the train had become quiet and still. The visiting humans had all fallen to the call of sleep. Balan and Lance looked into the car and smiled at the peaceful sight. Balan saw Fiona shivering in her sleep, and summoned a blanket for her, causing her to smile and stop shivering.

"Well, We're in for a peaceful ride. It was a good idea to let them come inside." Balan whispered to Lance. The two maestros took their own seats in the train and got comfortable (on opposing sides of the car) while their clones drove the train onwards to the real world...

Mei and her family belong to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios/@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Aria belongs to @shadowqueen402

[shaniacmadej]

TBP rarepair that im the ceo of... say hi to origami bandana tbp fandom !

[shinmiyovvi]

Since I presume it'll be a bit till we get proper info, any fun facts or small things you wanna share about your oc crew??

I forgot to continue this due to how busy I am ajdnshdhs, anyways:

Ryuji Tanaka:

- Basically the middle child of the family. Akira Tanaka is the oldest while Shintaro Tanaka is the youngest.

- a loudmouth and a hothead.

- If you get into his soft side, he's basically caring, but don't make him angry.

- His bandana is from his late friend who died during the war due to his plane being shot down by Allied forces.

- He is considered as charming to everyone around him.

- Whenever he's alone, he makes origami cranes, kimono, etc.

Gavrilo Petrović (Another hubby 👉👈):

- The tall, calm, and gentle boi.

- The most concern one when it comes to his crew. He will do everything to protect them from harm.

- Loves to make flower bouquets and crowns, usually would give it to his lady friends and to his sister and mother.

- Gentle boi is handsome as hell.

- The oldest of the crew (Basically 46).

- Loves to read literature as his past time. He would also look at the sky and feel the wind while thinking about happy stuff.

Lorenzo Beneventi:

- Pasta boi is the most chaotic being in the crew. Will beat the shit out of you if you messed with him or his crew.

- His hobby is cooking and plays guitar a lot.

- Is literally being in a relationship with Mirabelle (Pasta boi is lover boi).

- He's more roudy than Ryuji.

- Him and Ryuji usually tends to fight with each other so Gavi or Marcel will handle the two.

Stefan von Hoffmann:

- The leader of the crew.

- Backstabbed Richtofen so hard, German man is pissed as hell.

- He has an assistant named Alfred Fisher.

- A sucker for sweets, but also loves to eat different cuisines.

- He always push himself too hard even though he's sick. Mirabelle would take care of him while the others tries to make their plan of their own of how to save the test subjects (Ultimis).

Marcelito Gonzales

- Licia's childhood friend (Had to revive him cause I just feel bad for killing him like that so I'll make changes on her info.)

- Mostly the chill one of the group as he's into playing the guitar and being adventurous.

- Knows how to make bracelets which he made Licia one once he gets to see her once again for him to give it to her.

- Has a girlfriend names Leonora Sanchez, Licia's highschool friend.

- He likes to go to haunted houses with Licia when they were still kids, it ended up very badly.

Rochelle Levesque:

- The one who would basically flip when she lost her scarf.

- Has a crush on Arthur (Until they really ended up being with each other.)

- She has a Primis counterpart (Who got killed during a gang fight, which left Primis Arthur devastated.)

- A florist and a tailor.

- She tends to make flower bouquets together with Gavi during their free time as she shares her knowledge to him about different kinds of flowers.

Mirabelle Hawkins:

- Lorenzo's one and only beloved

- The medic of the group.

- She is the one who would take care of her crew who are sick, especially Stefan.

- Mira tends to be with Marcel, which left Lorenzo a bit jealous.

- She is basically the mom friend of the crew. If you need some advice or someone to talk to, Mira will be there to listen and comfort you.

[strikingskeletonsiege]

A Blank Canvas appears! It wears a gray mask with painted-on sunglasses. It casually dumps the presents it held on the ground before raising its hand to ask for payment - or food. 

Chi’s present comes in the form of a large foam mascot head - which is actually that of Siege’s head with bandana and all. The mascot head is made comically large to make it look he’s a cartoon bobblehead, even with his height. A set of detachable red-and-green lights complete the festive look. A small fan within the head provides the head with much needed ventilation, while the magic tag provided by Kris allows for unimpeded vision while wearing the helm. 

A bunch of origami books, well-leafed, are provided along with several colorful sets of origami paper, big and small. Several of those sets sparkle. A note provided shows a drawing of green-and-red presents as well as Siege being surrounded by lots of origami critters. 

[Siege has no clue what the hell this thing is, but it doesn't look hostile. At least it's easy to piece together that it's some kind of delivery.]

...THE FUCK?

[Not knowing what kind of currency this thing takes, he just. Scoops up some of the nearby paper butterflies and plops them in that outstretched hand. That's good enough, right? Totes.]

barely home a full twenty-four hours and you're already bringin' the weird shit back, huh?

OH, SHUSH, NYEH HEH!

[Siege takes this big mascot head and puts it on his brother, instead.

Ah, okay! he recognizes the art style on the note! And in no time at all, he's telling his brother about Chi, and then about what he already knows about oragami. He even cracks open one of the new books, the both of them trying out one of the new designs together. He'll have to remember to say thank you later.]

[andredoval]

quando o tempo ficar instável assim, lembra de levar um lenço na bolsa... 🌪️ ele te protege contra vento e queda repentina de temperatura à noite. 🎨 é ótimo também pra levar um pouco de cor, estampa e textura pra perto do rosto. 🧣 se for retangular, é mais fino que um cachecol e até um pouco transparente (ouvi dizer seda?). também pode ser o quadrado, de algodão, tipo bandana. 🪢 não se preocupa em achar um vídeo no youtube pra aprender a amarrar o nó. fica até mais legal se não for muito certinho como um origami.

[rocking-in-tri-force]

/strap design for each of them

mostly sketches so but strap length wise Warehouse>Boons>Sequel=Nelson (though the length difference is minimal and they change their length often - because sometimes that's easier to draw), and Ton doesnt count (his strap goes from the nut to the body rather than at two ends of the body). idk what Willie would leave as his length Boons: White strap with an adjuster with 4 colors Warehouse: Looks like his scarf Sequel: Hibiscus flower pattern with orange background and blue adjuster Nelson: regular leather strap Ton: white-ish blue, adjuster is the Phantom Sword hilt Willie: grey-ish fur strap

as well as Origami's bandana as an honorary strap haver

(convo between Sequel where he looks over to Warehouse and Boons) Sequel: that's so long tho- Ware: what's that tone supposed to mean

edit: a bit late but i realized i drew ton's guitar wrong lol