#post old art with new art because they looks nice together

[madnoelf]

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[canisalbus]

Hi! A little life update.

At the end of October I wrote that I was deep in a depression spiral and due to unexpected occurrences I had been left with basically no income for several months. I had emptied my savings at that point and was feeling extremely stressed, sick and hopeless.

I just want to thank everyone who reached out and offered support or even looked up my ko-fi info and sent me a donation. It was an unfathomably kind thing to do and helped me tremendously. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I was at the end of my tether, I had 1,70€ in my bank account at that moment. I was sleeping four hours per night on average because my insomnia was so out of control, and had more or less stopped eating, after surviving on nothing but porridge, bread, apples and buttered pasta for close to a month. Things were kind of dire. No one has ever showed me that kind of unprompted generosity before, irl or online. Thinking that people I've never even met were willing to support me like that both warms my heart and makes me feel kind of guilty and undeserving. I'm not used to being treated like that. I hope I didn't make you feel pressured to get involved. It did genuinely help me put myself back together though. The next day I went and bought some essential groceries and getting to eat properly was a massive boost in terms of energy and mood. I'm doing a little better now. I finally managed to get the financial situation corrected, but it'll take months before my finances recover and I'll be able to go shopping without feeling paranoid about counting every cent and hating myself if I buy a small treat. I mentioned that my seven years old, well-served laptop is on it's last legs, so the remaining funds are going towards putting together a new PC, hopefully soon. I don't really have any product or extra content to offer you as a thank you for the ko-fi donations I received, but I hope it's at least nice to think that they're directly enabling me to continue making more art in the future.

I'm still struggling with intense anxiety every day, and it has caused me to develope some kind of impostor syndrome that is impacting my online presence negatively at the moment. I look at the things I try to draw and the asks I get, and feel like nothing I create, say or write is good enough or worth people's time and attention. I'm having hard time opening up like I used to, and I miss the interactions I used to have here, they were an immense source of inspiration and motivation to me. But I'm trying to work on that, and hoping that posting stuff will start to feel more natural again eventually. This got a little long, but thanks for reading! I hope life treats you well.

[willosword]

kit, jentry and the art of misunderstanding

this is basically just a really long post going over kit and jentry's interactions in eps 8 and 9 bc i've seen some people feel like their characterization took a sharp turn ("they made kit act like an incel", "they made jentry reject him just because he's a demon", etc), when i thought both their actions were perfectly understandable and a pretty natural evolution of their not-relationship. i think the key thing to remember when watching these scenes is that both characters have very different assumptions about the current status of their relationship, partly because they were never able to sit down and define it in the first place.

kit thinks he and jentry are functionally together, that any hesitation on jentry's part is the result of some fixable fault of his own, while jentry thinks they were never a thing to begin with, and especially not now after kit betrayed her trust.

so this is where the trouble really begins, tho i think even earlier in this conversation is when they started to be on different pages. up until this point, kit had been hoping she'd forgive him, and was taken aback when she said she wasn't looking for apologies. then she started reiterating her belief in his soul and relating to the feeling of being trapped with a life defined by someone else

jentry pov: even though i'm feeling deeply betrayed, kit doesn't deserve to be under anyone's thumb. we'll help each other out and then we'll part ways amicably. that'll make things right.

kit pov: hold up. 'make things right'? as in... make up? as in... a relationship is still on the table? :D

jentry pov: after the powers are gone there'll be nothing tying kit to me, and nothing tying either of us to mr cheng. he'll be free to move on and choose whatever new life he wants.

kit pov: she said 'you and me' like we're a pair! so she still wants to be with me after all :D we're reconnecting!!

so this is when kit starts getting possessive. there's definitely good old fashioned jealousy at play, but i also think kit was genuinely under the impression that he and jentry were reconnecting, and that jentry should have no reason to be interested in michael at this point.

back at school he's genuinely confused, because he has no idea jentry isn't into him anymore. he helped her get rid of the powers and made up with her, so now they should be back in business. he did the mum thing that's apparently a romantic gesture jentry likes, so shouldn't she be happy about it? look how thoughtful he's being!

jentry pov: ohhh shoot, he doesn't get that i don't wanna be with him anymore. i can't deal with any more stressful demon stuff......... how do i put this nicely...

kit pov: yep haha ^_^ no more powers, yay! it's like what you said back at my house! now that you don't have the powers nothing is getting in the way of our relationship anymore, like mr cheng and gugu's game. peace and love on planet earth <3

jentry pov: i need to let this dude down as GENTLY AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE. i want to word this in a way that SCREAMS "you're an okay dude, just not what I personally want out of a relationship right now" because I know he has issues with his sense of identity. so i will focus on how the relationship itself can't be normal. this will hopefully take the brunt of rejection off him as an individual and lay the blame at the feet of unfortunate circumstances

kit pov: ohhhh so she WANTS to be in a relationship with me but i'm not acting normal enough

jentry pov: ok thank god. he gets that i don't want us to be together AND he took it gracefully.

kit pov: so she's saying we can be together... once i start acting more normal? that's slightly upsetting. but totally doable :)

jentry pov: i will now pursue michael since i've cleared things up with kit ^_^ yaaayyy

kit pov: what the hell??? i'm trying to be normal for her???? like she ASKED me to?? but now she's flirting with michael out of nowhere???

jentry pov: THIS CREEPY ASS DUDE KEEPS STALKING ME AFTER I TOLD HIM IM NOT INTERESTED

kit pov: i am doing Normal Displays of Normal Human Affection like she literally asked me to >:( ok well not literally but she INSINUATED

from his pov, she's not even giving him a chance to "correct" his behavior before she runs off with someone else, toying with his emotions. he's trying to "out-normal" michael to win her back, but it's frustrating and terrifying bc if there's one thing he Can Not handle it's rejection

jentry pov: this guy obviously can't take a gentle let-down, so I need to be more blunt about this. he stalked me, lied to me, tried to kill me. how can he NOT see why i don't want to be around him anymore? what the heck is his problem?? how much meaner do i need to be about this before he finally leaves me alone???

kit pov: ok, so the mask is coming off now. she said i was more human than i thought, that a soul is made up of the decisions you make, who you choose to be. but i didn't choose to be centuries old, i didn't choose to drain qi, those are all intrinsic parts of my demonic existence. was all that talk a lie? do i not have a soul after all? am i not human enough for her? was she just trying to spare my feelings this whole time?

jentry pov: he's so creepy and possessive, i hate this, why can't he just take no for an answer!!? (<- objectively true btw)

kit pov: she's avoiding the question, so she means 'yes' and is too proud to say it. she doesn't like me because i'm a demon, and if i was a normal human, we'd be together right now

so of course he gets so upset he punches the lockers. it's not extreme or out of character, he thinks everything jentry told him about his humanity was a lie. that there IS something inherently wrong with him that nothing but the acquisition of a soul could fix. that he's back to square one, that mr cheng was right, that no one could possibly love him in his natural state. that he is, inherently, down to his core, a monster.

but at least this time, he doesn't have to kill jentry to get what she he wants (because it was never really about her. he never prioritized her happiness. everything he did to change 'for' her was always about desperately maintaining the sense of human connection he craved)

[thebearme]

Hi, I hope you’re having an amazing day. Just wanna say I love your art and the things you’ve been doing to help Gaza and Palestine,

But I have a question so I’ve been in the dog man fandom for about a week, and I caught up in read a few books, and I wanna know how you and other people in the fandom feel about Alice (Officer Knight’s ex-girlfriend) because in my opinion, I think she’s kind of an interesting character, and I’m kind of happy she was added since in the Dogman books there’s no mention of her like think about it. She could be the perfect opportunity for angst between her and dog man.

(Sorry if this comes off as wonky, I have social anxiety)

Helloo, I hope you're having a nice day as well.

Even with all the things I'm doing it doesn't feel enough, most because the outreach for the families I post really rely on if there's traffic on my acc that day. But HOPEFULLY I'll get a reliable source of income that I can donate!

Anywho, with your question on Alice. I can confidently say I'm VERY INTERESTED about her; funny enough if I've answered this a few days earlier I would have said that I love the concept of her but not what was done. Almost like the majority of Stella fans ha

BUT with my dental and something interesting I found in the movie, I don't have to say I only like her concept

SHE WORKS AT A NAIL SALON

AND SHE LOOKS MISERABLE!! :D

I know that makes me sound insane but listen! I think she is still grieving from the loss of Knight and the future that they could have had together because he threw it all away FOR HIS DOG WITHOUT EVEN CALLING GOODBYE! I love Knight don't get me wrong but that is single handed the most dumb thing he did that day.

Imagine if your bf just got in a accident, didn't call you, and you find out ON THE NEWS THAT HE IS DEAD! Oh but don't worry cuz atleast he save the dog... And now you are expected to live in the same house with the dog in your bf BODY!?

Ya no wonder she leaves in a day! And I have a feeling that the whole "new boyfriend and dog" thing was a lie. A lie to make it seem like she got back at Knight, "If you can make big life changing decisions without caring about others THEN SO CAN I!"

But because of ALL of this she is miserable, and who can blame her. That is the worse week anyone can have.

But I think the worst thing of it all is that she lives in a dogman world. She will see him on the news, on the streets, everywhere and she can't escape it till she leaves the state. A constant reminder of the old life she could had have and was taken away from her too soon.

Everything would had been different if Knight just had called his Alice goodbye.

anyway- silly divorce meme

[artist-ellen]

Mock Book Cover 23: 'The Little Mermaid' by Hans Christian Anderson

When I started this one I was really nervous about how I was gonna make it into a book cover. I was pleasantly surprised when it all came together nicely.

The Challenge: Create a book cover in as little time as possible (don't look at me like that I have work and, shockingly, a full roster of commissions. Name of the game is fast or not at all). I am not allowed to make new art or illustrations for the covers, it must all be either old art I've made repurposed, or stock images. I have to make them on Photoshop, using only my trackpad (because I don't want to dig up my mouse from wherever it's hiding). And yes, the weird digital layer is on purpose in hopes of dissuading scrapping. Part 2 is to try to actually edit them into videos for TikTok, wish me luck!

I am the artist! Do not post without permission & credit! Thank you! Come visit me over on: instagram, tiktok or check out my coloring book available now \ („• ֊ •„) /

https://linktr.ee/ellen.artistic

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

MO'S FANFIC BEAUTYFYING MASTERCLASS!👩‍🏫

So it seems like you guys like how I do my banners and layouts on @xxsycamore ! I wanted to share a few tips about making similar ones, along with some of my observations on their importance! Be warned, some of the screenshots I'll use to illustrate my point will be of my smut fics! This post is intended for the ikemen series community. While the tips could be found useful for other fandoms as well, it's important to note that it's only this fandom that I've taken into account and because of that my observations could be unreliable if you chose to follow my advice outside of the fandom!

The importance

First of all, a good layout is a subjective term. Second, a "good" layout is not guaranteed to boost your fic's popularity. Not all of us are able to put the time and effort into fancy banners and dividers, but the good news is, you don't really need them! You should always strive to do only as much as you can without straining yourself. Here you can see a minimal effort fic layout vs one that took 30~ minutes to put together, both posted around the same time, both having a similar reception when it comes to notes! Keep in mind that a layout is just one of the many factors to take into account for your fic's popularity status, and you shouldn't obsess with it either way.

2. The minimum: Banner + Title

Not everyone checks out every single post on their dash while they scroll! I follow around 1100 people and while not all of them are active, it's easy to miss a post that could as well have been the best thing I'd see that day. Your brain recognizes what a typical fanfiction post looks like - a rectangular picture with a title above/underneath, followed by text. As long as you scroll past a post with a similar construction and you're interested, you might want to scroll back and check it out.

3. Banners

The information that you get from a banner is typically about the character(s) featured in the fic. Using the example above, you'll see that a simple cropped picture of the character gets the job done! (an in-game sprite at that, not a fancy card photo)

If you decide to use a card, you can browse google for a good one of your character(s). I try to select a card that depicts something similar to what's happening in my fic, either the action or the "vibes" (daytime or nighttime, outside or indoors, canon or modern, etc.), but sometimes it's better to choose the one that will look good instead of the one that's more fitting.

Finding cards of good quality is also challenging, and I'd advise you to avoid blurry/low-quality banners even if those would be best fitting.

Stick to the rectangular horizontal format if possible. I like square banners sometimes, but it's better when you can see the whole layout at once!

4. Editing the banners & photo coloring

If you decide you want to go out all, you'll need a photo editing app or a program. I use one called Snow which is mainly for selfies but gets the job done. It has many filters to choose from, but inputting text there could be a hassle sometimes. Another one I use is Pixlr. Yeah, I couldn't let it go ever since the days it was just a website...it's been about 10 years but I still rely on it (now as an app) for some stuff, like cropping down images with very big height to width ratio (like thin strips for dividers). In very rare instances I use my (paid) art program, Clip Studio Paint. I know that many people use Canva for their banners but I can't get used to it, I guess it's not my thing, haha. That's why you should see what works for you. I prefer a certain amount of limitation, like having filters to choose from, simply because I don't want to think too much about it and to be able to spend too much time on it (I'm a perfectionist)...

Maybe you just want to give your picture some nice coloring, nothing too much, just a slight change of tone that it's noticeable but not in a screaming way. There are still some things to avoid, mainly old-looking filters. I'm talking about the ones that were mainstream on Instagram during the last decade, the pinkish sepia one for instance. Ones that have too high exposure value and make the bright parts practically glow are not a good look either, same for the too dark ones. Making the character unrecognizable is also not good, and some filters can do that, especially in the case where they have fair hair and the filter makes it appear as another color. Again, those examples are bad only in my own opinion and could look good in certain circumstances or if it's a desired look!

Here's the collage for the banner used for my fic Nine Nights (MDNI) before the filter (first picture), a variation I did but scrapped (second pic) and the one I went with in the end (third pic). While the bottom pic is in contrast with what I said about making characters unrecognizable, here I rely on the fact that it's enough that it's obvious this will feature all of the Crown members just by looking at the bunch of them. I liked how the colors pop up, almost as if each one gets assigned a theme color (interestingly I didn't pick the cards for that purpose), and it's just a pretty coloring in my opinion as a whole. I achieved this by tweaking the RGB values from the "Curves" tool in Snow.

Another cool thing to do with your banner is adding transparent elements in it, like how I did with this one (see it from the link below, it's not depicted here on the pics). The thing is, this could be very energy-consuming, you'll need an app/program that can do that as not all of them work with transparent images, and in the end, it could be just barely noticeable. But it can be fun from time to time.

5. Titles

A title is the other main element of your fic's layout and it should stand out. If you hate coming up with titles (understandable...) you can just put a "(character) x reader fluff", for instance. If you look at the example in point 1, I simply used the character's name in place of a title! It doesn't have to be a stressful aspect of putting your fic out there. As a side note, you can try centering your title simply by putting some spaces at the front, but leaving it aligned to the right could be a stylistic choice.

6. Colored text

This one is very optional but good if you want to fancy it up. Tumblr already gives you a bunch of colors to pick from and you can make use of them if they fit the style of your fic, but they're very limited. Luckily we can use just any color we want. (This only works on the fonts tumblr supports! The ones you can choose from when you highlight a text) Unfortunately, the way to do this will make you work with the HTML editor which you can access at the top right corner of your post editing screen (from desktop, click the settings, scroll down to Post editor) and things might seem pretty scary if this is your first time looking there. It's not too hard! You need to use a site that takes your desired piece of text, lets you select colors, and then gives you a code that once pasted in the HTML editor will make it colored when switching back to the Rich text editor. Here's the one I use because it also allows me to blend colors. At the bottom right of the page, I put the text in the first box, select the colors, and upon clicking Run it gives me the code in the bottom box. I use colored text for my title, and sometimes for my information tags.

7. Information tags

This is how I refer to the part of your layout dedicated to showing the pairings, genre, content warnings and wordcount of your fic. This is all optional even to add in the first place. I personally don't bother too much with beautifying that part, but a good tip is using some kind of symbol to separate these pieces of information if they're all in the same paragraph (I use big dots), or to place in front of them if they're in different rows (like bullet points). This gives a lot of creative freedom for text art, you should explore it if that's your thing!

8. Fonts & font size

You can experiment with Tumblr's fonts, or you can look for more fonts online - here's a handy site. It's good to find one that is legible enough. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. Again, be warned, those fonts that are outside of tumblr's post editor cannot be colored (as far as I'm aware of)

You can spell your title in all caps if you deem that's a good look for your fic.

Play around with bolds and italics instead of making everything a different font.

The "Biggest" font option here on the editor is not the best one to use as it's simply too big. Big title fonts should be avoided if your title doesn't fit in a single row.

Having different font sizes for different things in your layout can be eye-catching! Besides the obvious upscaling of the title, you can also upscale your information tags. Using small text is also nice and prevents your post from getting too long, but this should only be done for the part of the fic that is not the fic itself. Small text could be harsh on the eyes if it's in big quantities.

9. Dividers

Dividers are another crucial part of a fancy layout! They divide different parts of your layout, like the information tags and the fic's body. There are tons of styles to choose from. Some people like to use dividers that spell out something, like a "minors DNI" warning, a "support your creatives" reminder, the name of the character featured in the fic... You can make your own set of dividers for repeated use. I like to use very thin lines which I color differently according to the fic's theme colors. I also find dividers online, mostly here on tumblr, as there are tons of them if you look them up. It's important to use dividers which are marked free to use, or to otherwise credit their creators.

10. Additional tips

Use gifs. Everything that moves is eye-catching. But don't go overboard with it - one or two moving objects on your layout is plenty. They shouldn't be put too close to the fic's body too, as people might find it distracting. Avoid flashing and glitching gifs, or if you use those and you deem it necessary, tag the post with an epilepsy warning. You can make your banners into gifs by putting a moving filter on them, making it into a video, and turning the video into a gif (the site I use for this is called ezgif and it has plenty of other options for working with gifs and videos), and you can also make or find gif dividers.

Banner themes are nice, but they don't always look good. I'm talking about making a series of banners (like for a bunch of fics made for the same creative challenge) look the same, with the same coloring and filters. I used to make all my banners purple to follow my blog's tumblr theme but I realized not everyone looks good in purple...

Try adding a synopsis for your fic! I know, this is worse than coming up with a title, but we love flipping the book over to look at the synopsis before jumping into it. Keep it very short and try beautifying it with symbols or fancy quotation marks.

Use the "intended" font from the tumblr post editor to make your information tags or synopsis stand out and shrink the overall length of the post!

Put the body of your fic under a "read more" (the last option when you hit a new row in the post editor). This is very important, especially if you're writing smut - you wouldn't want to make people scroll through all of that if they're not in the mood for it. Putting your whole fic on the dash doesn't make it more likely for people to stop and read it, or at least that's just how I see it.

Use emojis! Emojis stand out!

Take inspiration from other people. Get out of your bubble and look at how other fandoms do it, but obviously don't steal.

11. Final thoughts

Making this post felt weird to me! I was motivated by my mutuals complimenting my layouts but also because some of them said "they can't do that" and I wanted to show them it's easy. I also wanted to show them it's not that important and that they shouldn't stress over it at all! At the end of the day it's your fic that matters, not how pretty you can make it work. But instead of simplifying it, I ended up with this massive post of 11 parts, and now it looks scarily big. It's not, okay! I went too much into detail at times, and I want to stress once again that it's all optional anyway. I, personally, don't follow all of this advice. I don't go through the 10 steps of constructing my layout every time I'm about to post a fic. I typically post my fics just before going to bed, and 99% of the time I need it to happen ASAP because it's that late in the night. It's a way to beat my perfectionism, really, and I find it to work for me. I also already have these steps tested and memorized so it all happens quickly and mechanically for me. Making the layout is extremely fun for me and this is my sole driving force for putting in the effort. At the same time, I remind myself not to go overboard because it's stupid to focus on it more than on the fic itself. I love ao3 because everything looks equal on there, but I also love tumblr because I can unleash my creativity in one additional way.

In the process of making this post, I started to wonder if it seems like I'm making this out to be way more important and difficult than it really is, and I want to assure you that this is not my intention at all!

My only hope is that this proves to be helpful for whoever feels like they can use some of the information above. If it leads to just 1 additional note to those criminally underrated fics I see, then I'd be beyond happy!

Have fun posting your fics :)

[johnnyshrine]

★ // New Update Time, wahoo!!

Fellas, I'm going to spoil one of the upcoming offerings, you ready? . • ☆ . ° . I am building a Discord server!

This server will have cool features such as: opt in for pings for new offerings right as they drop, access to a bunch of Johnny emotes, and potential WIPs of things I'm cooking.

While making a hub for my own work is nice, that isn't my main purpose here.

A big reason why I started this shrine was because I had a newfound obsession in JoJo and I needed to express it in some way, or else I would explode. Sharing the art I make has been great! But admittingly, Tumblr is not very intuitive when it comes to holding conversations or making friends with similar interests, which is something I know I'd like more of; maybe others feel the same way?

I'd love to carve out a place where creatives in the JJBA community could come together and just chill, talk about our interests, share their work, gush about ships, and just have fun. There'll probably be an emphasis on Johnny, Gyjo, and Steel Ball Run as topics in the server because of myself and the audience I've attracted, but other JoJo parts and discussions are welcome!

I will be making the server 18+ only. Nothing against minors, but I'm an old man who should be making friends with other adults.

I don't have an exact date for the launch, but the server will be launching sometime before April so that we can all come together and discuss JOJO Day, which is fast approaching!! So keep your eyes peeled, and feel free to let me know your thoughts about the server in the replies! I value any input and suggestions.

★ Spring Cleaning

// Additionally, I've been doing a bit of upkeep to spruce up the shrine. Please check out the new blog layout and updated pinned post! Here are the patch notes if you're curious:

★ Patch Notes 03.20.25

// Tagging

★ Changed #shrineofferings tag to #offerings ★ Corrected every post that didn't have the proper tags. Everyone can now view all offerings and updates from newest to oldest on the blog using the tags.

// Pinned post (View here!)

★ Added a SBR spoiler content warning ★ Changed some of the verbiage and order on the pinned post so the text is less wordy and flows better ★ Added a link to my carrd for people to find me elsewhere ★ Made the pinned post look overall prettier aesthetically :)

// Theme (View on desktop!)

★ Fixed any broken links and buttons ★ Added a proper bio ★ Added some art to sidebar/explore panels ★ Added code to put 075's pixel sprite to the bottom right corner because I thought it was cute. :)

I plan on sprucing up the theme as time goes on by making specific graphics in the form of offerings, but I at least wanted everything functional!

That's it for now, thank you for reading! :D

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 0

Okay so I know the way I framed it makes it seem like I discovered this last second, but uhhh nah I found this months ago during I the making of the Music Video. So let’s tell a little story before I start getting weird with it.

So like. I couldn’t tell you what sent me down this path, but I was looking through a flashdrive with very old files on it, like, two or three whole laptops old. Actually probably only two. Anyway, on this old flashdrive I found a page of sketches from 2020. How do I know it was from 2020? It had villagers from my first island in Animal Crossing New Horizons on it. There was also a really rough looking sketch of what I can only assume was Mukuro and Sayaka. And in the bottom right corner, was this image. What might be the oldest piece of Junkan art I have, period. 

Okay that’s not technically accurate. I mentioned it offhandedly before but the first ever Junkan piece I drew was basically a joke. Because at the time the idea of Junkan being a healthy relationship was just a joke between me and my friends.

Four panels, and the joke is basically “Junko scraps her entire tragedy plan because Mikan’s hot and she wants to bang her.” I could easily find it, and I won’t act like I didn’t consider doing so to put it at the very bottom of this post purely for historical/archival purposes. But I kinda just get irrationally angry looking at it so I think I’m fine just, leaving it behind. And god knows it ain’t getting its own post.

So even if it’s not the true first junkan I ever drew, it’s the first one I drew where I gave a shit. That I can say for sure.

I wish I remembered drawing it though. 

Yeah i just, have no recollection of this. I don’t know why I drew it, what it is, anything. I have theories of course. My strongest one is that I read the first two chapters of Smile, and in my blacked out state of mine I drew this to get something out of my system? But that might not line up with the timeline. But I’ve no way of confirming what caused this to come into existence.

I have another theory unrelated to why it exists but for a certain aspect. I noticed as I was putting this together that Junko's got a Rabbit Clip in her hair (despite also having a bear clip but hey I wasn't exactly memorizing the designs by this point). That either means 2 things. I fucked up and didn't realize Junko doesn't wear the same outfit as disguised mukuro. Oooor, because I was so paranoid, and I'm pretty sure I sent this to at least a few friends at the time if not a slightly more public area (by my standards), I might have drawn it like that so worst case scenario I could write it off as Mukuro in Junko's outfit.

It kinda scared me at first when I looked at this? Like, this just exists and because of the time between now and when I allegedly drew this, there’s just this disconnect. Like, I don’t feel like I made this. I was so different back in 2020, I had less baggage, but also I kinda just felt isolated from a lot of people. I had like, 2 people I talked too pretty consistently, I had acquaintances but it wasn’t till later after my ex that I started actually talking to people more. 

Normally when I look at old art, it’s just that, looking at old art. But that’s because I can remember those pieces usually, this is something so old and obscure it couldn’t even become a memory, it’s uncanny. 

Now that I’ve had it sitting in my files that sense of unease is a lot less prominent. Now I can just look at it as old art like normal. 

I don’t really know what the point of this was? I guess I just wanted to provide one more treat, even if we jumped way down the scale of quality from Day 100. But hey it kind of being like, a relic makes up for it probably? I dunno. So this is the proper end of the project! It’s been nice! Even if I’ll see ya back for Junkan Week, and then way later The Month of Junkan, it definitely won’t feel the exact same. I’m gonna miss these daily posts, but I guess that’s why I’m gonna just have to make even more Junkan to keep it up! Though I don’t know if I’ll ramble as much as I did across these posts. Glad ya’ll liked em though! I always felt worried about being overboard with my commentary but it seems like that was just a bit more baseless paranoia on my part~

Look forward to the coming months! Because I sure am! 

As always, Reblogs, Comments, and Little Notes in the Tags are appreciated!~ They always make my day!~

[piratefalls]

another long list, except it's a day early because this is how i give thanks.

list one. list two. list three. list four. list five.

No Sense or Sensibility by inexplicablymine

“When and where was your first kiss.” Oh shit. The thing is… Alex actually has an answer to this one, it’s just a matter of admitting that it happened. ____________________ Kennedy’s. 7pm, Pub Quiz and Ice Cream. Every Monday ‘til death due us part. Alex liked his little routine, until Derryl got it in his head to host The goddamn Newlywed Game instead.

I'm Rememberin' I Promised (to Forget you Now) by Angelwithwingsoffire

It's been six years since Alex Claremont-Diaz graduated law school. And he's made a good life for himself, working with a firm he enjoys and making a difference in the world. Until a part of his past he'd thought he'd gotten over seven years ago walked back into his office asking for his help. To get a divorce. Which Alex has never done before. But he's never been able to say no, and he's willing to put his heart back under the bus for the chance at one more smile.

Rogue's Gallery by OrchidScript

Loathe as Alex was to admit it, Henry Fox was going to be a legend someday. He already was in the bureau depending on who was answering. Tied to art theft, jewel theft, one or two little sweet confidence schemes, and an alleged counterfeit Super Bowl ring, but caught on three counts of art forgery, the blond Brit had run circles around the Art Crimes division for six years. He was quick, smarter than the average bear, and more detail-oriented than a nuclear chemist. He had a penchant for nice suits, silk ties, and gin tonics with lime. He wrote letters to agents in taunting poetry, tucking them under windshield wipers or posting them to the office directly. Once, he managed to drop one directly into the pocket of a plainclothes officer without them seeing his face. _____________________ Henry Fox is a famous art forger, and Alex is the FBI agent who caught him three years ago. When one of Henry's aliases comes up attached to a new case, can the two put aside their cat-and-mouse past to put the copycat away?

Queer little ducks hold a special place in my heart. by anarchyat4am

Henry’s at a local Hispanic Heritage Month event browsing the art stalls when his gaze catches on a kid looking around with both purpose and nervousness. She’s fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt with one hand while she bites the nails of the other one, eyes alert and searching. Lost, then. And oh, Henry recognises her. She’s a regular at his bookstore, even at only six years old, and is there at least weekly with her dad—Alex, who she’d introduced to Henry as her papi—or various aunties and uncles, most of whom Henry doesn’t think are actually related to her. Keeping one eye on her, he lets his gaze sweep the vicinity but doesn’t see anyone else he even remotely recognises. Shit. He has to do something. “Sirena?” he calls gently. * Henry... is more than a bit useless around hot guys. So when he finds the lost kid of the gorgeous dad who frequents his bookstore, he pulls himself together until they reunite, only to then be devastated by the revelation that the man thinks Henry hates him. And, well... courage always rises, and all that.

just say you won't let go by viciouslyqueer

After dancing around each other for months, Alex and Henry finally get together. The morning after comes with a slight misunderstanding and comforting words.

We were supposed to find this by kiwiana

Still, half an hour after shaking Prince Henry’s hand for the first time, he finds himself back in his hotel room with one shoe and sock hurriedly tugged off and his right foot resting on his left knee. Just to check. Just in case Alex is somehow, by some miracle, about to become the first documented case of Surprise! You Can Totally Have A Different Soulmate, We Fucked Up And Your One Kind Of Sucks. No such luck. The words are the same as they’ve always been, etched into his skin in a careful, calligraphic font. The kind of handwriting someone might have if, for example, they came from the sort of family that valued tradition and etiquette far higher than letting their children write like normal human beings.

Sit. Down. Please Stay. by politics_and_prose

Alex adopts a dog he found abandoned on the side of the road. She's nervous and he wants to make sure he knows how to give her the best life possible. Enter Henry Fox and his beagle David.

muscle memory by stutteringpeach

It's been ten years since Alex was in London to stage a PR friendship with Henry after ruining the royal wedding. It's also been ten years since Alex dropped to his knees in front of Henry in a Kensington Palace kitchen. But now Henry's in the Hamptons for the summer, and who should he bump into? None other than Alex Claremont-Diaz, who happens to be working in New York all summer long.

The Perils of Midsomer Residency by clottedcreamfudge

"I'm sure I don't need to tell you that care should be taken, given the Mountchristens' local influence?" Liam nods. "Sir." Luna then turns to Alex. "Do not piss anyone in that family off." Alex throws his hands in the air. "So many aspersions have been cast on my good character this morning that I could start a fucking farm. An aspersions farm." Luna narrows his eyes. "Correction," he says, "have another coffee and then do not piss anyone in that family off. Don't make me regret fast-tracking you through the ICI Development Programme." * After getting shot in the line of duty back in Texas, June forces Alex into a change of scenery. Because how much can really be going on in the quaint little English county of Midsomer?

something that feels like forever by dearestalez

“You’re crying,” she pointed out. Alex choked on a laugh, wiping his eyes. “I’m just-” he sniffed, holding her so delicately Henry felt herself melt into the touch. “I’m so happy for you, baby.” — alex and henry are so in love it makes me want to rip out my heart and stomp on it but slash pos

behind brick walls by weather_stained

After Henry and Alex move in together, it takes quite a while for them to fully adjust to their newfound freedom. Alex very much enjoys watching Henry grow more comfortable in his own skin after a lifetime of looking over his shoulder.

It's a (Birth)date by Celaestis

5 times Henry is oblivious that they're dating and 1 time he isn't.

Save a Horse, Ride a Princess by affectionatelyrs

“I have to say, this is all quite literal, don’t you think?” Alex wouldn’t know literal right now if it hit him in the head. “Huh?” Henry points at Alex: “Pillow Princess,” and then to himself: “Cowboy. Ready to ride and all that.” Alex nods dumbly. “Right.” - Or, Alex and Henry dress up as the ultimate couples costume for Halloween — themselves — and they both feel some kind of way about it

baby boy by smc_27

It starts as a joke. Alex taking the piss about how much money Henry has. How he could have anything he wanted, from anyone he wanted, if only he just asked.

My Songs Know Secrets You're Sick of Keeping by ma_lark_ey, paythe_piper

"How about this," Alex offered, "If I win AOTY, I announce Henry and I in my acceptance speech. If I don't, we do it your way." OR: Alex is a world famous pop punk star, Henry is still the Prince of England, and the public is onto them.

Au Naturel by cmere

The French doors leading to the office are thrown open, so he has a moment to take in the scene in front of him: Alex, lying on his stomach on the floor, feet kicked up and crossed at the ankle, surrounded by books, papers, and two open laptops. None of that, however, catches Henry's attention as much as Alex's hair, secured in a small, messy knot on top of his head with nothing but a single wooden chopstick. Henry blinks rapidly several times. "Alex," Henry says, somehow hoarse. Alex's head whirls around. There's a single, perfectly curled tendril over the apple of his cheek; his scruff has hit the mystical, magical point where it's more soft beard than prickly shadow; his reading glasses sit atop his adorable nose; and Henry realizes with sudden gravity that he's not entirely in control of his physical responses anymore—something has to give. Alex hasn't really been bothering with some of his usual upkeep, and Henry is kind of extremely into it.

You deserve my love by whateveridk

“I’ll leave as soon as you tell me to." Henry had turned towards him, stealing himself, sticking his chin out, and said “leave.” Alex has been picking up the pieces ever since. Two years later, living with Nora and June in NYC, it still haunts him, but it's fine. Whatever, he is fine. And then... Breaking News: Prince Henry comes out as gay So it's not fine, Alex is not fine.

sex ed in 6 steps by coffeecatsme

“Please tell me you used a condom, Fox,” Alex drawls out, leaning against the wall, and Henry chokes on his next breath.“Excuse me?”“You’re gonna tell me all about this tomorrow, but for the love of God, tell me you used a condom and we won’t have mini Henrys on campus anytime soon.” Or, 5 times Alex thinks Henry's straight and 1 time he finds out the truth. Or, 5 times Alex jokes about Henry's sex life and 1 time he gets to be a part of it.

More Than A Makeover by everwitch

The Fab Five—Alex, June, Nora, Liam and Spencer—descend on a New York based shelter for disenfranchised queer youth to give the place a much needed makeover. As the week progresses, sparks start to fly between Alex, the culinary representative of the queertastic quintet, and Henry, the sweetly charming founder of the shelter. It’s a deeply emotional week full of unexpected realizations, and certainly a week that strengthens Henry’s friendship with Pez in ways that neither of them quite knew they needed. As the week comes to a close and the Queer Eye team say their goodbyes, it remains to be seen what will become of the warm connection between Alex and Henry. Will it last, or was it too much of a perfect miracle to ever grow into something real?

The Royal Wedding by DracoWillHearAboutThis

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS PRINCE HENRY OF WALES AND MR ALEXANDER CLAREMONT-DIAZ ARE ENGAGED TO BE MARRIED HM Queen Mary is delighted to announce the engagement of Prince Henry to Mr. Alexander Claremont-Diaz. The wedding will take place in the Spring or Summer of 2025, in London. Further details about the wedding date will be announced in due course.  Prince Henry and Mr. Claremont-Diaz became engaged earlier this week during a private holiday in Paris. Prince Henry has informed The Queen and other close members of his family. Prince Henry has sought and received the blessings of Mr. Claremont-Diaz's parents.  The couple will live in Nottingham Cottage at Kensington Palace. 

A Toast to the Night by allmylovesatonce

Henry looks up from his drink and swears his jaw drops. Standing in front of him is one of the most beautiful men he’s ever seen. From his dark brown curls to the way his deep eyes gleam as he stands there, an awkward smile on his face. Henry is nearly sure this man is going to ask for his seat. He probably has some woman with him, scouring for a place to sit. “Uh, hi,” the man says. “Hi.” “Look, this is really awkward,” he says and Henry feels the confirmation in his gut — also maybe disappointment. “My ex-boyfriend just walked in and I really don’t want to talk to him. I was wondering if I could sit here with you so that he won’t talk to me.”

That's What You Get For Waking Up in Vegas by bleedingballroomfloor

The bartender slides Alex the whiskey and shot of water before turning her attention to the person behind him. He turns around at the same time as the person speaks, “Gin and tonic” in all rounded vowels, a distinct English accent shining through, and he swears his heart stops. “Holy shit,” Alex says before he can stop the words from slipping out of his mouth. “Henry?” When Alex is celebrating June and Nora's bachelorette party in Vegas, the last person he expects to see is his ex-boyfriend Henry, who moved back to London nearly a year ago. Waking up next to him the following morning, naked and sated with a marriage certificate poking out of his pocket, he starts to wonder if he's truly over Henry.

hang on 'til the chaos is through by ShyAudacity

David is lounging on his spot at the foot of the bed when Alex comes in. He opts not to turn on the light, not wanting to disturb Henry, but then quickly finds that the light is on in their bathroom. Henry must still be getting cleaned up before bed; Alex can say hello and check on Henry when he steps out. It’s weird that he’s still up. Henry was awake well before Alex was this morning and… come to think of it, Alex can’t remember him ever coming to bed last night. Alex has only made it through the top three buttons on his dress shirt when he hears a terrifying crash come from the bathroom. Clutching his chest, he steps towards their shared bathroom, afraid to see what’s on the other side. “Henry? …H, what was-.” Alex stops short in the doorway, startled to find the love of his life in a miserable heap on the bathroom floor.

Sad Again (Don't Tell My Boyfriend) by lucy_in_the_sky

After proposing to Alex, Henry writes a letter to his father reflecting on all the moments he’ll never get to share with him. AKA Alex comforts a mourning Henry and promises to be there for him, forever and always.

monster mash by matherine

None of Henry’s answers to “Who are you supposed to be?” are particularly funny to anyone but him, especially in his inebriated state, so he’s completely given up on making any sense when the latest person asks him, someone who he assumes is yet another sorority girl in a skimpy costume from the glimpse of a cheerleading skirt he gets while they brush past him to open the fridge. “George Villiers,” he offers. “Deep cut, England,” a decidedly male voice snorts, and Henry can’t help the way his head snaps up, eyes wide.

Take it Down Low / Make Me Get High by Mags (sparklepocalypse)

“Henry,” Alex rasps wonderingly, sounding almost entranced, “I want to eat your ass.” Henry’s train of thought screeches to a halt with such force that for a moment, he thinks he might’ve had a stroke.

how did a middle-class divorcé do it? by Time_Sequence

Not really concerned, Alex watched the typing bubble appear – disappear – appear again, like Henry couldn’t quite find the words to say what it was he was thinking. Most likely, he was trying to find the perfect sarcastic quip in response. What came through made him genuinely pause. HRH Prince Dickhead💩: You complete and utter moron Then, HRH Prince Dickhead💩: Royalty can’t marry divorcees If Alex had been having a good time before, he definitely wasn’t now. - When a joking interview reveals that Alex and Nora drunkenly married ten years ago, suddenly Alex's upcoming wedding to Prince Henry is jeopardised.

discreet packaging by demigodbeautiies

“Please, please, please explain to me,” Zahra says, finally, sounding more than a little bit long-suffering. “Why I had to have the head of the Secret Service sit me down and tell me to give you a talk about avoiding bomb scares with unidentifiable packaging.”

the world watched (and the world smiled) by fangirl6202

"Oh,” Alex says finally, faintly, touching one hand to his lips. Then: “Shit.”  His mind catches up then, realizing that Henry is walking away and he doesn't even think twice. He begins to quite literally chase after him, trying to get to him before he can get away or, God forbid, try to fly back to England and ghost him.   Henry is very pointedly not looking at him, stuttering apology over apology until Alex has to quite literally throw himself in front of him to get him to stop. Alex doesn’t know what to do. But the answer is simple, isn’t it? So fucking simple.   He takes Prince Fucking Charming’s lapels into his hand and kisses him back.  Or; it's New Years, and Henry stays.

Rabbit Hole by TuppingLiberty

Some sort of non-famous au, don't worry, there's not really a plot. Alex has been going down a research rabbit hole for hours and Henry comes to rescue him.

Let Loose Your Glow by athousandrooms

“Seems like my liege was caught in a situation where he’d rather the ground swallow him whole.” Pez nods towards a spot to the side, and Alex follows his gaze. He spots Henry easily – a tall lighthouse of tousled blond hair – talking to a girl who is clearly into him. His expression looks perfectly polite, but he’s subtly leaning away, and he looks tense. So, Alex makes an impulsive decision. Whatever happens, this is going to be fun. *** Or: Alex is so very definitely straight, so pretending to be Henry’s boyfriend to get him out of an awkward situation should just be a fun little pastime - except that he doesn't really want to stop, and he has no idea why. But maybe it's okay to not think too hard and let himself go with the flow, for once.

Things I Cannot Accept by SprigsofViolets

In 2016, Ellen Claremont lost the presidential election. In 2019, Alex Claremont-Diaz is not the first son of the United States, so he’s shocked when his path crosses with Prince Henry for the first time in almost four years.

How well you play...that's up to you by happinessofthepursuit

Treacherous (adjective) guilty of or involving betrayal or deception; (of ground, water, conditions, etc.) hazardous because of presenting hidden or unpredictable dangers. Or, how to describe surgical residency in a single word. A Grey's Anatomy inspired AU.

In Accord by absoluteaudacity

Pursuant to the establishment of an ongoing relationship between The Crown and the Office of the President of the United States, the representatives of the The Queen and Her interests are authorised to establish a contract of marriage between His Royal Highness Prince Henry of Wales and Alexander Claremont-Diaz.

A Heart Even More Your Own by chaa_kiao

“Guess you’ll be writing those poems after all.” He swallows. "I should go." Henry’s mind— every part of him, really— his heart, his body, his fucking soul— is screaming at him to take it all back. To hell with the monarchy, the American presidency, damn it all. This is the man he’s spent his entire life loving and he’s throwing it away for a legacy he doesn’t give a single fuck about. He forces out a rough “I think so,” but he can’t hear it over the ringing in his ears. “I love you.” “Alex—” “I know,” Alex says. “I just had to say it.” _______ Or: Alex and Henry getting back together takes a little bit longer this time.

you are my mountain (you are my sea) by alasse

Five times Alex and Henry have important conversations in houses, and one time they have a very important conversation in a castle.

Down For the Count by LolaLand (Lola_di_Penates)

Alex came to Las Vegas to count cards, not feelings. Henry came to win it all. Is it possible to find something real in Sin City, where nearly everything isn’t as it seems? OR Goodbye reality, hello Vegas (the blackjack/poker AU).

Let Them Eat Cake by rohruh

“I wanna eat you out,” Alex’s voice comes out raspy and intrepid through the phone pressed against Henry’s ear. Henry lets out a soft whine at the admission, his breath up-ticking in synchrony with his hips as he thrusts up into his hand. “I’d like that,” he tells Alex eagerly, cradling the phone in his palm as though he could materialize Alex right there in front of him if he presses it against his ear firmly enough. “I’ve never done it to a guy before,” Alex confesses. “Is it… different from eating out a girl? I bet you’d taste so good, baby. Fuck.”

A Thousand Words by Thunder_Cakes

After that Han/Leia mural both their accounts go silent for a while. For months, actually. They’re both in therapy after Alex tried to post a selfie with June after election night and had a panic attack before he could hit “Share.” Suddenly the thought of sharing the details of his life and loved ones with the world is paralyzing. Wonder why. or: Alex, Henry and what they choose to share of their life

All for a Taste of the Honey by chamel

“So you’re telling me you’re not in favor of this plan,” Henry says eventually. “No, I’m fucking not,” Alex huffs, glaring at him. “It’s stupid and dangerous and unnecessary.” Henry cocks one perfect eyebrow at him. “You have another idea for how to get access to the room where he does his deals? The one that only ever admits Vega, his associates, and the strippers who entertain them?” (Or, an FBI agent!Stripper!Henry fic. Henry goes undercover at a strip club, and Alex has a lot of feelings about that.)

in the mood for... by carzla

Henry knows that he’s the one who said “casual”, and it had been a reminder to himself that that was all it could ever be between him and Alex. So, telling Alex that they should “make love” is probably a mistake in syntax bigger than he could safely afford. But they’re in Paris and Henry is feeling terribly, terribly maudlin.

something good and right and real by HypnosTheory

“This is pretty expensive for a high school trinket.” “Everything is bigger in Texas,” Alex jokes. Henry looks up at Alex, who’s standing with his shoulders relaxed for the first time since October. The relief of his mother’s victory has made him loose-limbed and calm, his smile easy and lovely. Henry looks down at the crown in his hands and back at Alex. He imagines the gold half-buried in Alex’s hair, heavy on the man’s brow, decadent and royal. Henry swallows, face heating, and holds the crown out to Alex. “Put it on.” -- After the election, Henry explores Alex’s childhood room. He finds trinkets of a young Alex that intrigue him, including a crown that gives him some ideas.

In His Wildest Dreams by myheartalive

Once Alex has pulled out, Henry turns over to face him. He strokes the hair softly away from his face and Alex smiles at him. “So… that happened again.” Henry leans forward and kisses him on the forehead. “Indeed.” There’s a sort of thoughtful pause, where Henry can see Alex working to pull together the right words. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you that… thirsty?” “Oh, bugger off,” Henry says, but he’s laughing. It’s a fair description. “No, but I mean it. You were like… urgent. It was hot.” “It felt hot. I liked waking up like that. With you up against me, trying to have your way with me.” — Set in and around the Henry bonus chapter, this is a story about Henry and Alex’s hectic schedules, family appearances etc. pulling them apart, and about what starts to happen between them, in the quiet of night: their sleeping bodies turning to each other, finding their sweet spots and opening up. And Alex and Henry learning a lot about each other in the process — Mind the tags, y'all. That particular tag features prominently and it’s a major plot point, so if that’s not your jam, just hit the back button.

until next time!

[wizard-on-whales]

Modern AU! for rdr2 characters

These are my headcannons for each character and what I think they would do in modern times.

Characters included: Arthur, Micah, Dutch, John, Abigail, Mary-Beth, Karen, Tilly, Sadie, Strauss, Charles, Susan, Bill, Lenny, Hosea, Sean, Molly, Javier, Swanson

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Arthur Morgan: 

He works a blue-collar job. He would most likely be a ranch hand, but for some reason, I can also imagine him being a plumber or welder. In his free time, he does art and sells prints on Etsy. He is still an old-fashioned gentleman (In a good way), and all of the ladies he meets swoon for him, but he is a himbo and doesn't realize they are practically in love with him. They will give him the most obvious hints, but he will think the women are just being nice. 

Micah Bell:

He's the creepy uncle that you avoid at every family gathering. He hasn't had a job in like 15 years, and no one knows how he can still pay his bills. And he also always smells like lingering alcohol and cigarettes. He will lean too close to his nieces and say extremely concerning things everyone would choose to ignore. Im also getting the vibes that he went to prison for several years, but no one knows what for.

Dutch Van Der Linde:

He sells people scams or owns a pyramid scheme business. Similar to Scentsy products, he somehow convinces all of these people to buy his products to sell to other people, telling them they will get rich by selling these products, but, in reality, he's screwing them over and making most of the money himself. 

John Marston: 

If we are talking about early Red Dead 2 Marston, he still lives in his parent's basement and plays video games on his PC all day. He also watches Andrew Tate and would try to boss Abigail around and tell her he's an alpha male. (She'd slap him and tell him to get over himself) Late rdr2 and rdr1, he's grown out of that mindset and has become a working family man. Potentially also a welder, like I said for Arthur. But any high-paying physical job works.  

I feel like Abigail, Mary-Beth, Karen, and Tilly would all have a mom group they host every week to discuss their child's newest achievements. Their husbands think that is all they do at the meetings, but they also have in-depth conversations about women's suffrage and how the world caters to men. They think of ways to better the world and bring more women together to discuss these topics and bring light to issues regarding women. The girls would run a pretty popular Facebook group where they let other women express their opinions on those topics. (Arthur is a part of the Facebook group and likes every post he sees and comments shit like, “You're doing great, ladies! Keep up the good work! 😁🥰👍”) 

Sadie would probably occasionally attend these meetings (Although I dont see her having children, she would go for the cheap wine and to hang with her friends). Sadie would also go for the in-depth conversations and bring new thoughts to the table because she is a CEO or manager for a very successful company. She would share her experiences of what it's like to be on top of the men who work for her but still be looked down upon by them simply because of her gender. She would also probably share tips on that Facebook page on how to create a successful business without having to attend years of college and give tips for all stay-at-home moms who want to be more than just moms and wives. (She would also be the cool rich aunt)

Leopold Strauss: 

He would do the same thing. He gives loans to people who he knows won't be able to pay back the money, and then when the bill comes, he'd ruin their lives and probably end up breaking up families/ relationships and send people to jail for not paying back the money in time. 

Charles Smith:

I can see him being a park ranger or working in any conservation field. Potentially even a firefighter who deals with all of the forest fires that happen in places along the West Coast. He’d also be one to do something similar to what he did in the game, but he would work with the local native tribes against companies to try to win back their lands before it gets plowed over for an Amazon factory or something. 

Susan Grimshaw:

I can see her being the mean substitute teacher who yells at everyone to get to work, and then when someone does something slightly wrong, she would yell at the whole class and be like, “In all of my years of teaching, I have never seen a class behave this badly.” Either that or she would work at the front desk of the business Sadie runs. Miss Grimshaw would NOT play with anyone who would try to be rude towards her. 

Bill Williamson: 

Ehem…a police officer. I feel like this one is self-explanatory. But he would mostly sit in his car and do nothing his entire shift. Occasionally pulling someone over for speeding. If they are a white dude, he'd would let them off with just a warning. Poor Lenny would probably get the ticket. 

Lenny Summers: 

I feel like he would be the one to graduate high school early and go to college as soon as possible. I dont know exactly what he would choose for his degree, but I feel like it would be something involving politics. Maybe that wouldn't be his major, but he would take a government class. Or Potentially going into journaling. 

Hosea Matthews:

He's the retired grandpa who used to work in a factory where he made a surprising amount of money and was able to retire early. He spends most of his days walking up at 5 in the morning to watch the sunrise and read the morning paper. And he’ll spend every opportunity he gets to take his kids or grandkids fishing. And if you stay at his house overnight or for the weekend, he gives you a bowl of ice cream every night before bed and recounts every story he could think of that happened from the last time you saw him. (Some of them are surprisingly concerning, but he is one of those badass grandpas)

Sean Macguire:

Similar to John, Sean would spend most of his time gaming on his PC and arguing with children on COD or Fortnite. But he also works at a local bar as the bartender and won't hesitate to argue with the drunk assholes and would slap a bitch if needed. But he also embarrasses himself by flirting with women who will give him dirty looks or tell him that they are gay. (I feel like Karen would also work late-night shifts at the bar with him, but shes also taking online college classes because she wants to be a social worker) 

Molly O’Shea:

Instagram and TikTok influencer 100%, and lots of brands like to sponsor her and send her free stuff (Mostly because of Dutch’s business.) and she posts videos of her and Dutch, and everyone in the comments freaks out about how he is grooming her because of their age difference but she denies it all and says that they are actually in love.  But then she would post a video to that one sound, “My god this reminds me of when we were young.” And Molly be like 8, and Dutch be in his mid-to-late 20s. 

Javier Escuella: 

He’d be a musician. He would have started out in a shitty garage band with Sean and John or something, but then he’d realize he actually wants to be a serious musician while the other guys were just messing around. So he’d leave and make solo music that blows up, and he ends up going on tour, and making a lot of money and becoming hugely successful. 

Reverend Swanson:

The preacher you always see in the corner of the bar Sean works at. And if you went up to him and started talking to him, he’d tell you the most profound things. He would tell you about his life when he was younger and what happened that made him lose hope, but he would motivate you to never give up. He’d be that person you meet by chance for a few seconds that you would never forget. Hosea probably invites him to go fishing with him from time to time. But instead of fishing, Swanson stares at the water ripples in silence. Hosea would let him sit in silence and let Swanson enjoy the company and the time to think while being sober. 

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So… because my fics seem to pop off a lot more than my art does. I’m posting another oneshot here with a link to the AO3 page.

Have fun with my favorite rarepair Dandy’s World fandom.

But I’m Still Nice… Right?

Rating: T

Pairing: Deck the Halls (Rudie x Glisten)

Word count: 5,993

AO3 link

Since the Christmas toons had been discovered, they’d been a major help with expeditions through the bowels of the facility that was Gardenview. Helping gather supplies in hard-to-reach places. Going where others wouldn’t to retrieve supplies to continue for another week, helping out where their skills were best suited. Yes, it was four more mouths to feed, but they earned their keep.

Cosmo was elated to see his cousin again, having a third medically knowledgeable toon around helped greatly. Not to mention she had a knack for gardening and helped turn the grassy patch in the lobby into a sustainable food source with some of the rations. The only natural light that came into the facility hit that patch in certain areas that weren’t covered by the tree, so she helped Sprout and Brightney figure out the best places to plant things.

Coal let other small toons ride her, so she was seen with Toodles quite frequently on her back laughing and squeezing with delight as the large boulder of a dog ran through the halls the toons safely occupied. She was quite fast for her size. It was nice to have a dog around again since Pebbles vanished and was later found Twisted. She also helped sniff out items that were missed on runs, so she was a good addition to have around, even if Cosmo sometimes complained about her begging for snacks which he ultimately gave in to.

Bobette helped keep their stock organized and counted. Making sure nothing ran out and if things were starting to, a team was put together to collect more. Her infectious attitude kept morale high even after bad runs. Always looking on the bright side of things, though the other toons could tell it was to hide how hopeless she felt about everything she and the other Christmas toons had gone through year after year for almost three decades. Alone. Forgotten. It was a miracle they didn’t twist. Let alone no ichor was found where they were.

Then there was Rudie. Rudie always seemed to be smiling about something. Always laughing along to jokes or joining in on conversations. Always wanting to do things to show how useful he could be. To prove he was worth knowing. He would almost always volunteer to go on runs, using his survival skills from over the years to help where he could. The Twisteds were a new challenge for him, but he adapted quickly, learning who he could help distract and who it’s best to avoid. He learned how to use the Ichor machines pretty quickly and was good at extracting from them too.

All in all, they each earned their place. Yet Rudie always felt he had to do more. Be more. Soaking up the praise he was given at a job well done and striving to be seen as ‘the nicest’ out of everyone in the group. So when he noticed in Bobette’s open inventory book that they were running low on medical supplies, he shut the book and made the decision to go on an expedition alone. It was late and many of the toons had come back from bad run after bad run, they needed something good to happen for a change.

He went to his room (it used to be Boxten’s room, but since he twisted. He didn’t need it anymore for obvious reasons) and got some things for his trip. His old present satchel to store any med kits and bandaid packs he found would do the trick as well as some wraps to help with his wind resistance. Wrapping them like how Shrimpo (reluctantly and quite rudely) showed him around his hands and just above his hooves, he made sure everything was secure before also snagging a snack from his private stash and started making his way to the elevators, doing his best to avoid anyone and everyone until he heard the large door slide down into place.

Dandy’s stall came up and the Flower seemed surprised anyone was coming down at this hour.

“Usually you guys wait until morning to do your runs.” He looked around the elevator before returning his attention back to Rudie. “Where’s the rest of your team?”

“It’s just me tonight.” The reindeer replied, a smile on his face, though his eyes gave away a slight nervousness. Dandy cocked an eyebrow.

“Either you’re one of the bravest toons in the group, or the dumbest.” He stated. “Going at it alone is dangerous.”

“I know. But it’s to help the others.” Rudie replied, his chest fur fluffing in defiance. “And I’ll do that if it means we get to survive for longer.”

“Hm… admirable… I guess.” Dandy shrugged.

“The other toons gave us Christmas toons a place outside our season when they found us… they didn’t have to, but they did… I’m doing what I can to give back, even though I can never repay their kindness.”

“Please… gag me with a spoon.” Dandy rolled his eyes, gesturing to his left. “Look, as always, if you want to go up, hit the button there. Try not to die. I’ll be up every other floor to check on you and give you an opportunity to buy things if you have the tapes.”

“…right… thanks.”

Dandy’s store closed up and the elevator descended. It was eerie without others talking to him or around him in the dingy box as it lowered, but he also found a strange comfort in the silence. He could almost hear the usual banter. Rodger reminding the group to grab research if they could for him. Tisha fussing over how dirty everything still was. Sprout asking everyone to be careful. Looey cracking a joke or two to lighten the mood.

A well oiled machine the group was. Rudie was appreciative that he got to be a part of that and only hoped this would help. “Okay Rudie… make it as far as you can, then go back. This is just a nice gesture you’re doing so we don’t gotta do it tomorrow.”

And he was nice… right?

The chime indicating he’d arrived at his first destination, snapping him out of his thoughts. Checking himself over one final time, he breathed in deep a few times and hopped from foot to foot, shaking out the nervous jitters. He has this. He had to. The elevator door slid open and he jogged out onto the floor, his hooves clicking on the tile as he quickly scanned the area for three things: Items, Ichor Machines, and Twisteds. Two things to seek, one thing to avoid as much as possible.

He had this.

—-

Eight floors down and descending to his ninth, he checked over the contents of his bag. Four bandaid boxes and two med kits. He also managed to snag a few ichor capsules for Rodger to study and some food products from an unraided pantry. Not bad, but he could find more. He should start checking doors to see if any were locked. Maybe there was a closet through one of them that someone forgot to check?

He zipped the bag back up and situated it back into place as he heard the chime ring out once more. He was about to jog out as the door slid open, but he heard something that caused him to stop in his tracks. A voice. One that no one had heard in months.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

His ears flicked and his fur puffed slightly. No… no he couldn’t be alive still.

He died. Rudie had been there when it happened. He heard it.

Toodles had wanted to go on an expedition. Despite Rodger’s hesitance, he reluctantly agreed, only if he and a select few he trusted to protect the child toon came with. They’d agreed to five floors and that’s it.

Goob, Glisten, Cosmo, Tisha and himself had gone along to watch over her and keep things running smoothly. They each showed her what things to do and how to do them. She was taught about the Twisteds and how to act in case she came across one. Everything was going according to plan.

Then they got to their final floor and all hell broke loose. It was rare for one of the main Twisteds to wander so high up, yet the high pitched scream of Toodles rang out as she got chased towards the elevator by Vee. The group realized she’d wandered off from Rodger’s side because she saw a toy on a shelf and was trying to grab it.

Glisten was the first to react, pushing past the others who’d already made it into the elevator and ran back into the darkness of the floor to grab the child. Rodger was freaking out and wanting to run back out after him, Goob and Tisha resorted to having to hold him back. Cosmo was over by the button to start their ascension to the surface. There was so much yelling.

That’s when they saw it. The twinkle of Glisten’s ability in front of Rudie. He was teleporting back to the elevator as the door was sliding shut, using him as his reference point given he was closest to the opening. The reindeer braced himself to catch him, but who popped into his embrace was Toodles who looked so scared, hurt, and traumatized, all she could do once she was in the reindeer’s arms was bury her face into the warm neck fur of the Christmas toon and sob. The gutteral sound of pained cries and glass shattering was heard as the elevator door fully closed, leaving the group in a stunned silence.

“Please… I don’t want to be alone again…”

Rudie snapped out of his thoughts and started jogging towards the voice. It didn’t take long for him to confirm who it was.

Peaking around a large crate, he spotted the hand mirror. His outfit was covered in ichor stains and ripped where Rudie guessed Vee had gotten him. His favorite bow was wrapped around his arms and occasionally dripped with the black substance that stained Glisten’s lower arms and hands. His stature made him look like he was trying to comfort himself as he stumbled around, almost in a daze, like he’d been crying for a long time.

“…Glisten?”

The mirror snapped his attention towards Rudie’s voice, the reindeer second guessing if he’d made a mistake as he saw Glisten’s shattered face. He only had one eye and he couldn’t see his mouth… but something was off about his eye compared to other Twisteds he’d encountered. He just couldn’t place it.

“Rudie…? Is that… really you?” Glisten took a hesitant step towards him, his posture lifting slightly. Now he could see it. The eye was lighter. A pink-ish color compared to the red the other Twisteds sported.

The reindeer slowly stepped out from his hiding spot. Giving him a small smile and wave. “Yeah.”

“Oh… oh thank goodness you’re here…” The two toons never got along. Glisten and Rudie always had an awkward relationship. Their conversations ended weirdly, they never had much of anything at all in common, yet something in Glisten’s tone called to Rudie’s empathetic nature. This wasn’t something he should shuffle away from like before. He couldn’t. That wouldn’t be nice.

And he was nice… right?

Glisten stepped even closer to him. “I’ve been alone for so long… Everything hurts. I don’t want to be alone anymore…”

“Are there… any other Twisteds around?” Rudie asked.

“I mean… Connie’s here… but she doesn’t ever want to help me.” The other sniffled.

With that confirmation, Rudie closed the distance. “Hey… it’s okay. You’re not alone anymore.”

“Please… stay?”

“I mean… I’m here now, right?”

Glisten collapsed into a sobbing mess and Rudie caught him, lowering them both to the ground, holding the other close. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Just let it all out.”

They stayed like that for a long while. Rudie not loosening his grip once, though he could have sworn he saw Connie pass by and look at the two before continuing her cycle of haunting the yet to be touched machines of the floor. He just rubbed a hand across the other’s back and slowly rocked them both side to side.

Once Glisten's sobs finally died down and a small, comfortable silence fell on the two. Rudie still continuing his comforting, the weight of the other pressed against him felt even more so now.

“Did… did what I did work?” Glisten finally asks. “Did Toodles make it?”

“…yeah. I caught her.” The other answered. “She was injured… she still sometimes gets night terrors… but she’s alive.”

Glisten breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness… I really didn’t know if my ability would work on someone else without me… I’m glad it did. I-I was always scared I’d see her one of these days… looking like one of them. Becoming one like I am.”

“…it’s not the same without you around.” Rudie admitted. “But how’d you live? We though Vee-“

“She left me to die.” Glisten started to explain his side of events, pulling back slightly. “I blacked out after I sent Toodles away. Vee hit me hard and shattered my face. The pain was unbearable… I don’t know when I woke up, but I did. I saw Gigi… thought she’d hit me… but she just kept mindlessly wondering. I knew something was wrong because of it.”

Rudie listened to the mirror talk. Recounting how he figured out how to move between floors without the elevator. How the others who vanished and twisted left him to his own devices, but because they mindlessly wandered and acted on impulse, he had no one to talk to. No one to hold a meaningful conversation with. He’d tried finding Dandy. To get him to open the elevator. To let him return home… but he’d started losing hope. He started acting out as well.

He explained why his arms were tied together; what he’d found out about Twisted behavior. Impulse, desire, and strong emotional state. That’s what made a Twisted turn into the animalistic monsters they were now. And the reason Glisten held out for so long despite how hard his body fought him. It was the hope someone would find him.

Rudie listened to his words, an ever growing pain in his heart. Glisten always acted so pompous and full of himself, but he did have a heart of gold despite it. He liked being the center of attention, but knew how to share the spotlight because at least people wanted him around. He always acted like helping others was such a chore, but his words revealed that he was thankful to feel that want from others. He loved being sought out. To be useful. To feel wanted. To be loved.

Hearing him describe what separated a Twisted from a Toon confirmed in the reindeer’s brain that Glisten was Twisted even as he held onto the last scraps of his toon-self to keep him from hurting himself and others. If Rudie stayed, he knew in his heart that he would start to twist as well. He couldn’t do that to the others topside.

He glanced around where they were, he could see a couple items on the ground, but in the corner of his vision, he spotted one of the Ichor Machines. He looked back down as Glisten, who’d gone back to resting his head against his chest fur and felt his stomach twist in discomfort. He didn’t want to leave the toon, but knew he had to at some point. However; this wouldn’t be a simple task. It was part of a long game. A game of waiting, a game of patience.

“Why don’t we get up and stretch out our legs, hm?” He suggested. “We don’t want to wither away and wallow in self pity here, yeah?”

“…right…”

Rudie pulled away, Glisten letting out a whimper from the lack of contact as the other stood up before helping him back to his feet. Making sure the mirror’s feet were stable, Rudie offered him a small and soft smile.

“…you won’t leave me… right?” Glisten asked again.

“I won’t.” Rudie knew he was telling a lie, he just hoped his tone of voice was convincing enough for the Twisted to believe him.

——

Rudie did his best to slow down for the Twisted toon as they walked the floor, but he also took the time to note where each machine he had to complete was located and if there were any items on the floor he could pick up. He noticed a blue box stashed away on a shelf a little out of each and nodded to himself. He’d need to grab that on another pass.

Rudie was never the best at making plans. He just sort of did what his gut told him to do and dealt with the consequences afterward. So being put in a situation (granted he put himself in this situation) where he had to make a plan, it was nerve wracking.

He looked back over to the broken mirror. His sluggish movements and eye glued to the floor indicating that he didn’t want to trip. Rudie bit his lip. Yes, they weren’t on a level where they could have been considered friends in any capacity, but Glisten needed one right about now.

He reached an arm across Glisten’s shoulders and pulled him closer.

Glisten let out a gasp and stumbled slightly, his shoulder’s tensing as he was pulled into the other’s side. He tried to process what was going on, but the ichor in his body was making things foggy and hard to process correctly as he tried to comprehend the gesture’s intent. Did the reindeer like him? Was it him just being nice? They never got along and were more acquaintances than friends… but he did always find Rudie’s willingness to help others admirable.

Maybe it was the Ichor intensifying his feelings about things, but feeling the weight against his shoulders, the warm fur against his side, and listening to the clicks of hoof-steps was a much-desired comfort to him. Thinking back to times they’d interacted before, Rudie always seemed to stumble over his words and say the dumbest things, making their conversations awkward and stopping them abruptly. The reindeer actively avoided the mirror after a while unless he was asked to talk with him, but Glisten never truly knew why.

The last time they talked was the day Toodles went on her first and presumably only run. A simple compliment from Rudie. Nothing more. Though he looped back through each conversation he could remember and each time Rudie fumbled over his words, it was to compliment Glisten. To try and get to know him better.

Huh…

“So… do Twisteds need to rest?” Rudie asked, snapping him from his thoughts. “Like, do you ever get tired? How about eating? I mean… without a mouth I guess it would be hard to do so…”

“What? Oh… No. Twisteds don’t sleep. At least from what I’ve noticed they don’t.” Glisten responded. “I’ve tried a few times, but it’s like my mind refuses to slow down. Like I’m waiting for something to hurt me again. It’s like I can feel my heart pounding and the ichor in my body pulse. I can physically feel exhausted, but mentally feel like I can’t allow myself to stop.

As for eating… I’ve tried before. Crushed up a protein bar. Let it fall down my throat. Threw up what I ate not even ten minutes later. Tried again with pop, but my body was physically rejecting everything I tried to eat or drink. I stopped trying after a week. My stomach sometimes growls, but I don’t feel the need to eat anymore. I sometimes feel the pain from where Vee hit me though, if that counts for anything.”

Rudie shuttered, remembering the sound of Glisten’s cries as the elevator door slammed shut.

“…I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“You… you shouldn’t have been the one out there.” Rudie admitted. “You didn’t deserve that kind of fate. Had we all kept a better eye on Toodles-“

“Rudie.” Glisten stopped moving and turned more to face him, reached a hand up to place on his cheek, but stopped himself and pulled his arms back again, instead opting to shake a finger and gesture as he spoke. “No one is to blame for what happened. No one. What happened, happened. It was all just a series of unfortunate events…”

Glisten took a deep breath, dropped his arms and looked away, before continuing. “I know you care for many of us… but I cared too. I still do. If I could go home… I would… but I can’t…” he looked up and offered a sad smile, or at least what he hoped came off as a smile. “I’m just glad you’re here. You make things brighter.”

“…what?” Did Rudie just hear him correctly?

Glisten gestured with his head for them to keep walking, so they did. The mirror continued. “You Christmas toons always know how to light up a room with your presence. Always so full of energy, life… ‘the snow is more powdered on the other side’ as it were. I’ve never seen you sad, not once. But you especially… you always had this air about you. One that was eager and willing to throw yourself into a situation even if you didn’t know how to get out of it.

Reminds me of Cosmo in a way, but not in a ‘self-sacrificing’, ‘people-pleaser’ way. In a ‘I want to know how I can help’ kind of way. You want to be part of the solution, never the problem. You just want to know what direction to go. Someone points, and you go. Dangerous, but admirable.”

Rudie felt his cheeks heating up, his fur puffed up slightly. He wasn’t used to someone complimenting him so much. Yes, he loved praise for a job well done… But compliments? Especially from the one toon he’d tried and failed time and time again to form a relationship with? That’s… new.

“Well… um… I do what I can to help. It’s just who I am.”

“Exactly. But after doing this for months, it changes you. Yet even after encountering your first Twisted, you never faltered in your willingness to go out and explore. Ginger and Bobette started staying back.”

“W-well, they do good work around Gardenview. We earn our keep.”

“As humble and nice as always.”

Rudie let out a nervous chuckle. “I-I do try to be.”

Was this genuine or was this some tactic to try to get him to stay? Either way, he could feel his tail wag slightly at the compliments and praise. He was in between a rock and a hard place at this point. He knew that. As much as it would hurt him, he would need to leave Glisten if he wanted to live. He just needed to make sure the other didn’t suspect he was leaving or going to leave.

The perfect excuse came when his stomach growled.

“Did you forget to eat before coming down here?” Glisten asked.

“Uh… yeah. It’s late and I missed dinner.” Rudie lied. He didn’t miss dinner, but it was late. “Was helping Brightney organize her new books. We got distracted talking about things. Is it okay if I take a minute to see if there's, like, a protein bar or something around here? I won’t be gone long.”

Glisten seemed hesitant to say yes… but it was for food. “Hurry back?”

“I will. Just…” Rudie looked around and spotted a chair nearby. He let go of the other and jogged over to grab it. He tapped on it, listening for any sign that it may break. Hearing nothing, he jogged back over and set it down gently, closer to the wall. “Here we go. You can rest here. I’ll hurry as fast as I can.”

He extended a hand out toward the other and offered a smile, waiting for him to walk closer in order to help him sit down. The chair groaned, but it held. He gave another reassuring word that he’d be back as well as giving Glisten’s arm a squeeze before jogging away. He had maybe two minutes max. He had to make those minutes count.

—

Rudie didn’t know how long it had been, but through the night he’d make excuses to Glisten in order to get away from him in order to finish a machine, collect an item or two, and run back to shower the other in affection. He had one more to finish. One by the elevator. He didn’t see it at first as it was tucked away and in a corner behind some crates and shelves. When he did get to it, he wasn’t able to get much of it done before he felt the wheel suddenly stop.

He saw the light flash blue and ripped his hands away, taking a few quick steps away before deciding he could come back later and jogged off. He swiped a crayon box off the table he passed and quickly stashed them in his satchel as he made his way back to where he left Glisten. The other was nestled comfortably on one of the couches they’d found tucked away in one of the off-shoot rooms.

Rudie made sure to grab a few more throw pillows on the way back. To make his next sentence more believable.

“Sorry about that. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to find-“

As he turned into the room, Glisten snapped his head to his voice, tears streaming down the uncracked portion of his face, causing Rudie to stop mid-sentence and walk over a bit faster, set the pillows and his satchel down and take a seat next to him.

“Hey… hey… it’s okay. I came back, see? I told you I went to go find more pillows.”

“You… you were gone for so long though!” Glisten’s tone sounded desperate as much as it did upset.

“I know… and I’m so sorry for that. But really, I went to go find more pillows for us to use. Wouldn’t want to get uncomfortable, right?” The reindeer reached up and wiped at the other’s black tears, noticing how much redder his eye had gotten. He was most likely walking on eggshells now. He had to be careful.

Glisten leaned into his touch, looking at him. “I don’t want you leaving for that long again.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise you won’t be gone for that long again.” Glisten asked, inching closer to the other. “Promise you’ll stay with me.”

Rudie felt his stomach twist again at the same time, his heart fluttering at the close proximity of the other. “I promise… I’ll be here while we rest. I won’t leave for that long again.”

“Good… good… having you here… keeps me sane. Keeps me grounded.” Glisten’s head became buried in Rudie’s chest fur. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Listening to his words hurt. They really, really hurt. He wanted to imagine the other saying that in any other context. One where they’d hit it off and became close friends. One where they’d spend nights hanging out; laughing and chatting away in Glisten’s old room. He’d say something witty, the mirror would laugh and comment on something about it. One thing would lead to another…

No… but that wasn’t the reality he was in. They both couldn’t have that. Sure, Rodger had been working on trying to find a possible solution to the ichor corruptions, but there wasn’t anything solid yet. Only theories and probably cures. Nothing tested. Nothing debunked.

Rudie wrapped his arms around the other and pulled him closer. The two adjusted themselves until they were both lying on the couch and nestled together. Rudie made sure he was shielding the other. As if he was protecting Glisten. Maybe he was. From what though, he couldn’t say. Maybe the actions he was going to pull? Ones that would most likely hurt the both of them?

He could only hope this worked.

“Let’s try to get some rest.” He suggested.

“…I don’t think I’ll be able to…” Glisten replied softly.

Rudie chuckled. “I mean… you were alone then. Maybe now that I’m here, you can get some actual sleep.”

“…maybe. I hope so.” The mirror mused. “It would be nice to finally get some sleep.”

“Then let’s try… okay?”

“…okay.”

Rudie felt tired, sure, but he knew better than to sleep outside of the safe zones. He just hoped that if he stayed still long enough, he would feel the other’s body pass out and he could make his final move. He focused on the grip one of Glisten’s hands had on his fur. It was tight and slightly painful, but he knew that once it was loose, he was good to go.

He couldn’t hear the other breathing unless he strained his ears, but he could swear up and down that he could feel puffs of breath on his fur.

He didn’t know how long it took. An hour? Two? Maybe only thirty minutes - Rudie really didn’t know how to tell time - but slowly, Glisten’s grip started to loosen on him. As soon as he felt it fully loosen and he heard the soft ‘thud’ of his hands hitting the cushions below them, Rudie tested the waters and started to slowly maneuver himself off the couch, trying to make as little sound as possible.

Once he was on his feet, he grabbed the pillows he’d snagged earlier and carefully placed them around Glisten on the couch, resecured his satchel, and as slowly and as quietly as possible left the room.

When he was far enough away, he felt comfortable enough to turn it into a brisk pace back to the machine that was left unfinished.

He looked around, checking to make sure there were no signs of Connie being in the machine. Once he was satisfied that she wasn’t there, he got to work, turning the handle once more.

—

The elevator opening once more caused Glisten to wake up with a start. He could have sworn he’d imagined it, but as he started to settle back down, he noticed the warmth and distinct smell of spiced apple cider and balsam was gone which caused him to fully awaken in a panic.

His mind snapped things into place. The elevator sound, Rudie being missing and going on those ‘excursions’ to get things without him. He was lied to. Rudie was leaving him. He was going to be alone again.

No.

No, no, no.

He couldn’t! He- He didn’t want to be alone again!

He started running.

He needed someone here! He needed someone who’d reassure him, tell him what he wants to hear, love him even though he was this… this monster! Rudie made him believe that! Was it all a lie?!

He rounded the corner where the working elevator was, watching as the Reindeer started to step on.

“NO! NO, YOU PROMISED YOU’D STAY WITH ME!” Glisten’s words startled Rudie who looked towards him, his eyes wide with fear, but also something else. Pity? Sadness? The ichor seeping into his mind was clouding his ability to tell.

“… I… I’m sorry, Glisten.” Rudie stammered out. “But… but I can’t stay here. People need me.”

“BUT I NEED YOU, RUDIE! WHAT ABOUT ME?!” Glisten wailed. “YOU PROMISED!”

“…I know… but I can’t keep that promise.” was all the reindeer could say before stepping onto the elevator fully.

“NO! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE AGAIN!” Glisten ran towards the elevator. Trying to catch it before the door slid shut.

When did his arms become unbound from one another, he can’t remember, but it was all in vain as the heavy door hit the floor, cutting Glisten off once more. He banged on the metal door. Screaming and wailing. Wishing to tear it open.

“RUDIE! COME BACK! RUDIE! RUDIE!!!”

—

His hand hovered over the button he’d pressed, listening to the wailing as it grew quieter and quieter as he ascended the floors. The hurt he felt from Glisten’s words echoing through to his soul. There was a ringing in his ears and he could feel his lifeblood pumping through his body.

He felt like throwing up.

He really felt like throwing up right about now.

But he had to remain strong. He did this for a reason. He did this to help the others in the safezone. Sure, it wasn’t as plentiful as he’d hoped… but the bandages and extra medkits would help no matter how many he’d collected.

His hand finally dropped from hovering over the button when he heard the door open behind him.

“The elevator’s back!”

“Oh- oh my maker! It’s Rudie! He’s alive!

“Rudie!”

He turned to look at the voices and finally stepped out of the elevator. Bobette and Ginger running up to him, concern on their faces as the cookie looked him over and Bobette grasped onto his shoulders, looking up at him.

“Rudie! You scared us half to Twisting! How long were you gone?!” The ornament asked.

“What… what time is it?”

“It’s about 8:30 a.m., why does that matter?!”

“Then… all night?” The two toons looked to each other, shocked, before looking back at him.

“Oh my maker, Rudie! Why didn’t you tell anyone?! You could have gotten killed down there!” Bobette stated.

“We would have known! That was so irresponsible of you!” Ginger added. “You’re covered in Ichor, you have bags under your eyes. Did you sleep?”

“Not… not really?”

“Oh my maker.” Ginger threw her hands up and started walking away, only to quickly come back. “Why did you stay out all night, Rudie?!”

“I… I saw Bobette’s inventory book.” He explained, pulling off his satchel, offering it to her. “We were running low on medical supplies due to the last few expeditions… I wanted to help. I also gathered some stuff for Rodger, some food stuffs, and some crayons for Toodles and the craft siblings to use.”

Ginger took the bag and propped a knee up to open it and look at the contents inside. Her eyes widened and she showed the contents to Bobette. “You.. you did all of this? I- I mean woah, this is huge… this is all going to help a lot… but Rudie…”

“You know I like to help where I can.” Rudie offered a smile.

Their expressions changed from shock to concern again.

“Are you okay?” Bobette asked.

“I… I’m okay…” Rudie lied, his voice cracking. The two female toons sharing a look, but knowing Rudie, he wouldn’t tell them until he was ready. Bobette reached up with a hand and wiped away tears that started to fall from his eyes.

“Okay… let’s go get you cleaned up. Thank you for getting all of that for us… but don’t do it again. We don’t want to lose you. We care about you. We all do, Rudie.”

“…I… I won’t, Bobette.”

“Please promise me you won’t.”

The feeling in his stomach gave a final twist.

“I… I promise. Hey… I… I’m still nice… right?”

That question threw her off somewhat. Why would he question himself like that? Did something happen down there? Maybe he’d tell them, but in due time. All she could do in the meantime is offer him a warm smile

“You’re at the top of the list.” She reassured him, starting to lead him away from the Lobby. “Now, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

[lyralit]

4.1.24 - the importance of learning new things

As much as I think academic & work focus is incredibly important going into the new year, one of my other goals is to practice doing more: to learn all of the things I want to do, in addition to work, in addition to writing. I want to know how to do thousands of little things, and I think the longer we wait, the less likely we are to do them.

Picking up a new hobby doesn't have to be buying a dozen textbooks and spending hundreds of dollars on lessons because you might have the slightest interest: it can be from whatever you have here, now, and you'll never learn if you don't get started.

Some of the things I've been getting into (as I've mentioned before) are baking & crocheting. it just feels so cozy and nice & I love the idea of comfort.

here is a list of things I want to / you should try that's new!

learning a new language. fifteen minutes a day, I kid you not. I'm learning latin on duolingo and I don't ever think about it, but when I do it (25 day streak 💪🏻), I'm starting to notice my improvements

consuming good media. and that's not scrolling for half an hour on tumblr. it's books—deep ones and silly ones and ones about romance and dragons and apocalypses. it's movies! I watched keira knightley's pride and prejudice twice in the last few months, and also three men and a baby which is something I never thought I would watch, but it was quite funny I think. and I learn from it: I cannot write humour or romance for the life of me, so it's basically studying to write (is the self-gaslighting too evident?)

learning to crochet. I made a silly little headband today, after scrolling through pinterest and desperately wanting one. I started crocheting in december to give as gifts (I completed none of my wips, much like when I write) and used the tools I had around me: an old rainbow loom hook and whatever string I could find. now I'm proud to say I can read somewhat fluently crochet acronyms.

baking. I keep saying this. I know. but when I tell you a two years ago I was exploding cupcakes in the oven and last month I made bakery-style cookies...I made bread! a loaf of bread! (in a bread machine, but it's so good and I instantly made another. there is one in the bread machine right now). honestly it just made me feel that much better about improvement, and trying new things, and that is the mindset I want for the new year.

learning to code. in all honesty, I never thought I was a compsci - engineer kind of person. then this year, out of sudden (masterminded) urges, I joined a bunch of tech and robotics initiatives, and maybe it's the sense of community (I can rejoice in finding another nerdy group) but now I am happily chauffeuring myself to these meetings 4h a week. I'm looking into pursuing more into the fields of eng and science. and I'm learning some code from one of the friends I've made!

starting a blog. ...I know most of the people who linger around my blog stay for the writing content (the last posts have turned this writerblr into a digital diary, and I'm only half sorry for that). but since I've joined tumblr (almost three years ago now!) I've got to meet so many wonderful people (including you!) and want to try so many things.

and I get it. it's overwhelming. so here are some starting goals that maybe I'll try also.

start doing art. -> make a card for someone as a gift.

learn a new sport & start exercising. (I'm trying out track & field in the spring, so stay tuned to figure out how that goes) -> see if someone will come play ball with you. do 1 or 2 youtube workout videos a week.

film videos of your daily life. it doesn't need to be for posting! -> edit together clips you've taken for a last year recape.

start a scrapbook. -> print out photos and dig up construction paper. decorate a page.

make a poetry journal. -> go on pinterest to read poetry! pin styles you like and set fifteen minutes to writing.

make a regular journal! -> write once a day. just try: goals for the day in the morning, or a recap at night.

try your hand at gardening. -> research plants that grow well in your region. see if any of the seeds you may have at home are useful. water your lawn. buy a plant and try to keep it alive (set reminders, leave it in front of your sink)

learn to make candles. -> watch a youtube tutorial. see if you can play around with candles you already have.

play chess. -> see if someone will play chess with you. no? chess.com is right there. go make an account. go find a stranger.

learn to play an instrument off youtube. -> maybe you have a piano sitting around, or a guitar you've never touched. you don't even need to master it. pick a song you like and google that. no instrument? maybe there's a way to play drums with home items.

go for a run. -> once a week. a set time. just shoes and the outdoors. too cold? go to a gym and use a treadmill. maybe that's not possible? skip rope.

start / join a book club. -> just you, or some close friends, or people online. a book a month. talk about it.

** on that note, would anyone like to join a tumblr book club? slide into my asks and maybe we can get a blog list!

thank you for reading again <3 until next time.

k.

[sunshinemoonrx]

GoGoV 31-36

AH...WE REACHED IT...

I suddenly kind of wish Daimon was the weird black sheep of the family who did "rescue work" as a wandering martial artist of justice rather than a cop with this on the side, because he's very memorable here.

Anyway, I really enjoy the gradual arc of Salamandes stepping out from his siblings' shadows; there's no single big moment of usurpation, he just loses his patience more and more. Even when their mom declares "okay lil bro's in charge now", he's already been yapping about that for a bit, and the other siblings don't really listen anyway.

I really like 31 including this bit about the importance of having an actual good relationship with your siblings, cause a lot of TV does just kinda assumes family automatically loves each other deep down. Also nice to see them really paying off the parallel between the hero and villain families. The core family relationship is a huge strength of the show! All the ways they help and annoy each other are really believably layered and mixed together. You really get that "one moment I love this guy, the next I need to punt this guy out the door" you feel with real siblings.

Also: They got the Metal Hero chaos dimension in this show!!!

My beloved.

Most of the rest of this batch were pretty good--32 was goofy, 34 was intense--I would have a lot more to say about it, from the intense and nuanced emotions to the sick as hell final fight scene, but @biomic 's liveblog of it kinda has everything covered as so frankly just check out such posts of these:

And 35 and 36 were entertaining zany high-concept spy/heist and martial arts dramas, respectively.

33 was...weird? (and not in the good way, like Milk Judo Piledriver). It could have been an all-timer (a monster gets magic'd into being comically shy around girls, defects from the villains in exchange for confidence lessons from the heroes, you know their eventual battle is going to be tragic), but then it spent quite a bit of time on that old chestnut, "how cute high school girls are", which c'mon, man. It then kinda dials it back by showing he's also shy and falling over around like, old grannies and toddlers, so it's clearly not just a sexual thing, but the emphasis really threw me off enjoying the episode. I dunno, Matsuri even does some ~sexy disguise changes~ and they're mostly not even actual sexy costumes. Speaking of which, further weird moment in 35 where Matsuri sees the crystal they're guarding that's this super important new energy source and repeatedly not listening to this is all "uwaaaah but it's so prettyyyyy" because, idk, girls are frivolous and like shiny things? It's really out of line with her characterisation so far. (This stuff is what caused that previous post where I was like, checking under rocks for Arakawa, but he was apparently nowhere to be found here!)

Still, big upside is 35 did have Dinus as a cat burglar seemingly just for fun? Like, she eventually goes after that super important crystal, but not before doing a bunch of other heists of just random shit. And good for her. The first scene where it keeps cutting between narrated comic panels and live-action footage is really fun, makes me wonder if this is a tribute to some manga that was big at the time.

Meanwhile 36 I admit I kept thinking everyone was tricking everyone else based on similar episodes I'd seen before, and then it turns out everyone was just being honest and sincere, and frankly the episode was much better for it. The monster really did leave the villains for the pursuit of ultimate martial arts knowledge, Daimon's old master really did take up the monster as his new student, and so on.

What's really important, though, is all the "mooks in fun costumes" content we got this batch.

I didn't keep a Dinus Gallery as I went along this time, but she's been pretty highlighted lately, so I have been well-fed.

I like looking at her : )

[strawberrylipscrub]

Cabby's lesbian-coding in Inanimate Insanity Invitational

I went through everything current episode of Inanimate Insanity Invitational, and official art to find every piece of evidence hinting at Cabby being a lesbian.

Because the finale is coming up, what a better time to post this!

I am lesbian Cabby's strongest soldier.

First off, official art.

New Years Official art (couldn't find exact date, possibly 2023 or 2022 considering the fact it contains Bot's old design.)

Here, we see Test Tube and Cabby having a nice little chat. This may not seem like much, until you consider Cabby's behaviour around Test Tube (which we will get into in a moment.)

Pride Month art (semi-offical, cakebrunch is apart of the II team as a Storyboard artist.)

Cabby is seen holding a file, coloured like the Lesbian flag, pretty self explainitory.

This may not look like it implies alot, however it contains some canon LGBTQ characters holding their flags!

Paintbrush and Bot are both non-binary.

Lightbulb is transgender.

Balloon is Aromantic.

Paper and OJ are heavily hinted at by the team (mostly Justin.)

Before I get onto the show, I wanted to add that Cabby's VA, Casey Landman said herself she is playing Cabby in a "sapphic" way ON PURPOSE.

(screenshot is not mine and belongs to @mr-payjay, also known as brycelumyex on twt)

Now, The Show Itself.

Cabby's admiration towards Test Tube

In Snapshot Showdown, Cabby seems to be very determined in protecting Test Tube from OJ.

In the same episode, Cabby seems to be very excited to show her team her files when Test Tube asks them.

In Best Served Cold, the teams get mixed up and reorganised after The Sinkers lost nearly all of their team, resulting in Cabby losing all of her teammates, but she is thankful that she still has Test Tube with her. She also mentions how she wants to "make things right" with Test Tube, after their conflict in Tragedy at Sixy Feet. Cabby also uses the word "valuable" to describe her.

Cabby goes on and offers Test Tube for them to "combine their intelligence" and from and alliance.

Cabby tells Test Tube that she "likes them" and says if they can work it out, they can make it far, together.

Later on in the episode, Cabby goes as far as to trust Test Tube with her files, possibly one of her most crucial items.

She also says she values Test Tube's insight.

Only then for Test Tube to betray them later on at the elimination ceremony...

Cabby then says that she wanted to keep Test Tube's "history."

Cabby's flirty behavior

On rare occasions, Cabby can act a bit "flirty" towards female and non-binary contestant.

(I had to mush this all into one big photo because I've reached the photo limit *sob*)

thats all I have! I might make a run-up to this if I find anymore evidence, I'd also appreciate it if you lot would help me if you find anything else ^_^

[thatthingilovewith]

Another Lore Post

This is just a random collection of some of my personal Bobbin lore, as well as some lore for OC's and District 8. If you have any questions about it feel free to send me an ask!

Brocade ~ As I've mentioned before Brocade is Bobbin's older brother who cares for him at the time of TBOSAS. Brocade doesn't really have any friends due to him suffering from an anxiety disorder and being written off by those outside his family as being "crazy" so he spends most of his time alone.

Brocade is actually really good at most arts and crafts and spends most of the very little free time he has doing things like sewing or making fake flowers out of cloth. He likes to pin the cloth flowers to their apartment walls, claiming because the wallpaper is green, it makes it look like a meadow, ignoring or oblivious to the fact the wallpapers color is more like sludge.

He is not very good at most academic tasks due to his education being interrupted by the first rebellion and its fallout. He, like the majority of people in District 8 at this time, is functionally illiterate

Bobbin's friends - Bobbin only has two friends (three if you ask other people), they are all a bit strange and sit near the very bottom of the social hierarchy and as such are often the target of bullying.

Wilhelmina Corwin ~ Wilhelmina is Bobbin's oldest and closest friend. She lives in the apartment below him with her parents and brother before his death. Most people consider her to be a bit of a frump, she wears old hand-me-down dresses and sewn patches in patterns everyone thinks are hideous. She has rat's nest hair pulled into uneven pigtails and has a tendency to speak with he mouth full. Other than that she's a very nice and creative girl, always coming up with fun ideas and games to play. Though her teachers wish she would keep her ideas to herself at least until class is over.

Calico Napier ~ Calico is Bobbin's "best friend." he lives a block away, and Bobbin and Wilhelmina walk to school together every day. Bobbin and he have many of the same interests, so he considers him to be his best friend. His family can be rather weird, making loud noises, singing through the night, and experimenting with new recipes none of their neighbors appreciate. Calico can, at times, be a bit dull in his classmate's opinions, as he struggles with most school subjects. Calico is overall a good kid, though. One of his favorite activities is to play baseball in the abandoned lot near his apartment building, he's a rather good pitcher.

Lacey ~ In Bobbin and his friend's opinion, Lacey is not their friend. She used to be, but she's not anymore. She wasn't an outcast because she was mean; she was no meaner than anyone else, or because she was ugly, she was not, or even because her family was weird, they were. No, Lacey was an outcast because she wore the same exact outfit to school for nearly three years straight, that's also when she was their friend. One day, she suddenly came to school in new clothes, and the next day and the day after, too. Bobbin guessed Lacey thought that meant she was better than them now that she wasn't the poorest girl in District 8, and she tried to find better friends. Unsurprisingly to Bobbin, none of the other kids wanted to be her friend, and now she wasn't even their friend anymore. However, as of late, she'd started to pull her own hair out, making him and the others reconsider their position on if she was their friend.

General District 8 thoughts.

Scraps ~ Most people in District 8 live in run-down tenement buildings whose heaters break often. They also have access to fabric scraps left over from the cloth-making process that they tend to take home with them. It's not uncommon for the residents of the district to stuff fabric scraps into the holes in their walls and where outlets have broken and the wiring ripped out of the walls.