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Doodle dump but its almost all techno (shocker)
#dsmp#technoblade#tommyinnit#doin tarot card designs in one of my classes#i got the fool#so drawin the child#technoblade fanart#drew that bored lookin’ techno when i probably shouldve been paying attention to Shakespeare#do i know what happened in that part of the play?#no#no not rlly#(dont mind the pony sona techno btw)#(i was trying to draw horses from memory#(and just ended up coloring some and called it a day)
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[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]
saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi riptide#gillion tidestrider#GONNA START FORMATTING MY COMICS BETTER. W THE PROPER 'PREV' 'NEXT' LINKS#REALLY DIDNT EXPECT TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES BUT AAAUUUHH MY BRRAAAIN MY BRAIN IS SO IDEASSS. I HAVE 3 OTHER PAGES SKETCHED OUT#NO PROMISES ILL FINISH EM ANY TIME SOON OR EVER. MY WHIMS ARE THEIR OWN BEAST AND I ONLY DRAW ON MY WHIMS#THAT BEING SAID IF U COMMISSIONED ME ILL GEEETT TO YOUUU IM SORRYYYY. ART IS AN EMOTIONAL RELEASE FOR ME N BABY I HAVE EMOTIONS.#ESPECIALLY ABOUT GILLION TIDESTRIDER CHAMPION OF THE UNDERSEA HERO OF THE DEEP.for the desc here i put smth that i typed up in the tags of#another thing i made. i gotta make a proper Baby Gillion tag or smth. eventually.. eventually...I LOVE DRAWIN THIS LIL BABY GUY..#i also LOVE depicting the teachers as just being so fuckin mean. ofc theres variation in that. just like in all things.like the teacher her#idk if itll be mentioned but the octo lady is named Ms Octburn.an octopus pun based off the name of an actual councilor i had#when i was in elementary school i got bullied alot but teachers never did anything. i hated adults and didnt trust them.#but this councilor o mine was so genuinely sweet. i remember spending alot of time w her. she doesnt work there anymore.#but that one school adult that actually earns ur trust and is there for you when they can be.its SO important for a child i think#i hope she knows how much she helped me.youll see in the next page that ms octburn isnt perfect either.but she tries. they all try.somehow.#ALL these comics are gonna be inspired by somesorta experience o mine in the school system. school is so fucked up u ever thing abt that#AND GILLIOOOOONNN IN THE MOST FUCKED UP LITTLE SCHOOL OF ALL. MAINTAINED BY A CULT. CENTERED AROUND HIM. OUR CHOSEN ONE#I IMAGINE ALOT BANKS ON HIS SUCCESS. THIS IS THE WORLD. THE WHOLE WORLD. THE PROPHECY IS GOING TO COME TRUE N UR TELLIN ME#THAT ITS THIS LITTLE IDIOT THATS GONNA BE SAVING US? WHAT IF HE FAILS. IF HE CANT GET THIS RIGHT THEN HE WILL FAIL AND WE WILL DIE#WE NEED TO TRAIN HIM. WE NEED HIM TO LEARN. AND TO SUCCEED. OR ELSE WE'RE DEAD. WE'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD. I IMAGINE THAT MUST BE STRESSFUL#in other news i hope ppl actually giggle when they read these. they ARE intended to be comical. dark humor or whatever. like its also sad#this is intended to be a sad comic series. but a funny one too. does that make sense? god i hope so.saw some1 say they had flashbacks-#-reading this. like YES!! THE INTENDED EFFECT!! YOU GET ME!! i love seeing ppl get upset on this lil baby boys behalf. i LOVE seeing ppl-#-wail n weep n cry in the comments. i LOOOVE seeing ppl RELATE to baby gillion. and i love letting u all know that this wont be a happycomi#gillion gets his happiness arc in the actual show. this series is one of unfortunate events. teehehehe. do u guys remember that show#i keep listening to the lil songs from A Series of Unfortunate Events for inspiration. GOOD STUFF!!#anyway uuhh uhh thats all i got in my brain. for now. feed me ur comments give me ur input i NNEEEEEDD THHEEEMMMM
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GUYS
GUYS LOOK
GUYSSSS I MADE SOMETHING, LOOK AT IT LOOK
LOOK LOOK! THIS LOOKS NICE PLS LOOK AT IT PLS PLS
PLEAS-
#I look like a child AAUHGFHFDHDHDH#IT LOOKS SO GOOD AND- SJSJ I NEED TO SHOW TO U ALL PLS#I NEED ATENTION PLEAS#i was testing some pincels and i made this rivulet BUT IT LOOKED TOO GOOD#LOOK LOOK LOOK!#I FINALLY MADE A GOOD DRAWIN GUYS LOOK!!!!!!#i need to stop#I'm too proud about it sorry:((#HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY:33#rain world#my art#rain world art#rw slugcat#rw downpour#rw rivulet#rain world rivulet
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god not me being blasted out of nowhere with a MIGHTY NEED to draw a short Wig n Zortzi angst comic snippet on top ov everything else nnOoOOOOOOOO
#i was literally JUST abt to work on the cowboy comic again RRGRGRGGGG#it would only take what like 4 pages???hhhhhhh#i'll do the ol ''we'll see'' but i might have to draw it after the next whweel bitten update#goD but ill have to wait so longgggg#why must i be burdened with all these snippet ideas wHYYYY#i put on one (1) pov ur a sad victorian child sitting in a garden classical music mixes and am instantly thrown into a 10 page masterpeice#ANYWAY ill put this on my damn ass plate too but real shit im drawin a few nfsw shits then im diving back into the cowboy comic i swer
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Outburst IV
Leah Williamson x Child!Reader
Summary: You go on a podcast
"And you know, as well as being a footballer and playing with Less and Tooney, you're also a mother to a little girl."
Any mention of you makes Leah smile and she glances off camera to where you're sitting with a crayon and a sheet of paper.
"Yeah," She says, that same dopey smile on her face as she tears her gaze away from you," She's four."
"And she's here today."
"Yeah, I almost didn't bring her because we're recording this so early but my mum had to cancel so she's just behind the camera. I think she's-"
"I'm drawin', Mum!" You call out and Leah grins.
"Are you, bug?"
"Uh-huh! Is it my turn yet?"
Leah glances at Vick Hope. "She loves a microphone. I may have promised her a turn on one of the mics in return for waking up so early today."
"Oh, yeah," Tooney says," We've got to have Bug on here."
"If you're okay with that?" Vick checks.
"Yeah. Honestly, I thought she would have interrupted more. She's very excited. Lovebug, do you want to come over here and you can have your turn?"
You're up like a shot, practically tripping over yourself to get to Leah.
The others have to hold in a coo as you come into view.
You'd arrived today in a big puffy coat and was immediately set up behind the camera, blocked by all the staff and the equipment.
Now they can see you clearly, in a pair of old Arsenal kit shorts but a white t-shirt instead of a jersey, black cardigan and a silly black hat just like Leah's, looking every bit her mini apart from the old Jordan shorts you're wearing.
"Alright." Leah lifts you up onto her lap and lowers her mic so it's more your size. "You happy now?"
You frown. "It's not like Auntie Alex's mic."
"Auntie Alex?" The strange woman that's not Less or Tooney asks.
"My auntie Alex always lets me use her mic at games because I have important things to say and mics help people hear me!"
"Alex Scott," Leah puts in, bouncing you on her lap slightly," Bug really loves her."
"Almost as much as I love Mummy!" You turn to look at the strange woman again. "My Mummy plays for Villa in Berm-ham."
"Birmingham," Leah interrupts again and you tilt your head back to look at her, patting her cheek.
"It's my turn now, mum," You tell her," You have to wait your turn to speak again."
Tooney sputters slightly and Alessia has to bite her lip to stop the laughter threatening to come out at Leah's affronted face as you land another condescending pat on her cheek.
"Mummy plays in Berm-ham," You say again," So I see her every other week. She plays for Villa but I like Arsenal more." You puff out your chest. "When I'm older, I'm gonna play for Arsenal."
"Bug already trains with us," Alessia says and you let her talk because she doesn't have to wait her turn because she doesn't share her microphone like you and Leah do," She's very good."
"And I go on camp! Sarina calls me up every time because I'm so good!"
"You must be," The strange but nice lady says," Because you've got two mummies who play football and you must work super hard."
"I do," You say, bobbing your head up and down," Mummy says one day I'm going to be scoring every game because I'm that good."
"We're very proud of our Bug," Leah says and you only let her have a little turn because she's being nice," She always does her very best."
"Enough for a puppy?"
Leah's face drops. "You've got Blu at Jordan's," She reminds you and you perk up suddenly, turning back to your new microphone again.
"Blu's my birthday buddy!" You announce gleefully," We're the same age! And we share a birthday!"
"Wow, that sounds really cool. You must really love your dog."
"I do! I do!"
"Do you miss him when you're on camp?"
You think for a moment. You've never really thought about if you miss Blu on camp before.
Camp is fun because you're got the other girls and auntie Keira and auntie Lucy and Mum and Bear. You've never really stopped to think about Blu when there's already so much to do at camp.
You shake your head. "I miss Bear more."
"Bear's Keira and Lucy's kid," Leah explains," They're best friends but they don't see each other too often because she lives in Barcelona."
"Bear's kind of funny," Tooney says," She's always nappin'."
"Don't be mean!" You snap suddenly, leaning all the way over to smack Tooney on the arm.
"Bug!" Leah groans," We've talk about using our nice hands. We don't hit."
You huff, sitting more firmly on Leah's lap again and crossing your arms over your chest. "No being mean about Bear! She naps because she's tired! Mum says napping is good, right?"
"That is right, Bug. I do say that."
You nod, turning back to the strange but nice lady. "Bear is my best friend and I love her."
Leah grins down at you, adjusting your hat slightly.
"Keira and I aren't huggers but those two certainly are. Always having a little cuddle those two are."
You frown, a little furrow in your brow. "But you are a hugger, Mum. You always give me cuddles."
"Well, yeah, Bug but I was talking-"
"You don't like my cuddles?"
"No, Bug that's not what I'm saying. I just meant-"
Your bottom lips wobbles and you move to slip off Leah's lap. "I'm sorry, mum. I won't have cuddles anymore if it makes you feel better. No more Bug Hugs. Promise!"
"No, Bug," Leah says firmly, pulling you closer into her body, arms curling around your body," I love Bug Hugs. I always want Bug Hugs from you."
#woso x reader#leah williamson x reader#leah williamson#woso community#woso imagine#woso fanfics#woso
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“ what're you doing...? ” carl murmured as he came up behind you, arms circling around your waist. his lips met your bare shoulder in a kiss - only to trail up, over the strap of your tank-top until a butterfly kiss brushed across the juncture of your neck and shoulder. his touch was like poetry, unwavery yet smooth as butter.
you smiled, continuing to rub your fingers over the glass of the window. it was raining out, but it was humid; the droplets that pelted against the window turning it foggy. “ drawin’, ” you hummed, eyes beaming in rather child-like manner. you found joy in the littlest of things.
a toothy grin graced the brunette's lips while he stared at you, taking in your joyous features. you were so pretty like that — lit up, eyes sparkly, pretty lips tugged up and bitten down on softly. he couldn't help but admire you. “ mm, ” carl inhaled, only to move his gaze to your finger, watching as you traced a heart into the glass. “ can I join? ”
“ mmm... sure ya’ can. ”
#carl gallagher x reader#carl gallagher imagine#carl gallagher#shameless imagine#shameless#shameless us
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050. Impress
♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader
♡ Word count - 0.9k
♡ Warnings - none
♡ Description: Vash catches you drawing in your journal.
Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3
It’s a hobby, you tell yourself. Plenty of people do it.
In the shade of the overhang, you glance over your book and scratch a few more lines down the page. A curve here, some dots there. You bite your tongue gently. It’s getting better. Marginally. And Vash is none-the-wiser to being observed.
He’s slowly taking apart and cleaning his gun. Rubbing a cloth along each piece, careful of where he puts things on the flat rock he’s taken as a ‘table.’ Vash is scrunched up now, making an interesting pose to note down in your journal.
Next to the drawing, you sketch out some lines and notes on his anatomy. Triceps, you write. Brachioradialis. Palmaris longus. You trail down to his legs. Vastus medialis. Gastrocnemius. Back up to his chest. Pectoralis major. Subtly, you put a heart by the name.
“Watcha drawin’?”
So much for subtlety. How did he sneak up on you? Faster than Vash has time to blink, your book slams closed. He’s left with a waft of air blowing in his face and a wide-eyed stare from you. From your side, he lifts his hands placatingly. “Woah, I didn’t see anything.”
Still, blood rushes to your face and you purse your lips, giving him a searching look. “Liar. What did you see?”
Vash’s smile is gentle. Always gentle. “Nothing, really.” Then, that smile turns mischievous. “I didn’t know you drew naughty pictures.”
You splutter. What? “I do not!”
“It’s okay, really!” He waves his hands and walks over to his bag. “Everyone’s into something. Why else would you panic like that?”
The blush has reached the back of your throat. You cough, sucking in air to protest. “I don’t draw naughty pictures!”
He looks over with a smirk, putting his gun back together without looking. “Sure. And I have both my arms.”
“I don’t!” Not only mortified by the suggestion, you’re blatantly outraged he doesn’t believe you. Only one way to rectify this. You stand from your rock and march over to him. Flipping open the book, you shove it in his face. “See! I’m practicing anatomy!”
Vash’s look goes slack, and with care, he takes the book from your hands. You realize he was teasing you too late. He sees your drawings. He sees them. You’re suddenly nervous again, feeling like a child caught doing something wrong. It’s fine, you think, it’s fine, fine, fine.
Vash takes his time looking over your drawings. It’s of him, obviously. Chest bared, missing the scars and wires and plates he feels on the daily pulling at his skin. You don’t know about them. How could you? He never lets you see. But you are studying anatomy. He sees the scientific terms criss-crossing the page in your neat handwriting. On the next page, he sees you’ve sketched him in different poses; some of him crouched as if over a fire, some jumping in mid-air, coat floating wildly behind him. One is just of his face, his smile. The eyes are a little crooked, but it’s impressive, even still.
He sees your hands worrying out of the corner of his eye. Cracking your knuckles. You do it when you’re nervous. “I only have you around to draw,” you explain, trying to save yourself from more embarrassment. Vash hums, and you duck your head. “It’s…an old hobby of mine.”
The next page are close-ups. Hands, feet, mouth, eyes. You have no coloring pencils; everything is shaded charcoal black-and-gray. In the margins, you’ve drawn different worms you’ve come across, with beaks and bug-eyes and many legs. But overall, he’s the subject. He’s the one you’re drawing the most. A strange feeling settles in his chest, and with a slight grin, he hands the book back.
You take it, watching him, wary. “So…?”
Vash shakes his head. “These are really good!”
Your look is dubious. “You aren’t…weirded out?”
Weirded out? Why would he be? He’s never been the subject of someone’s drawings. It makes him feel…he doesn’t know, searching for the word. “No,” he says, “I’m – flattered,” he finally puts a name to the feeling, and his cheeks pinken.
You look down, gnawing at your inner cheek. “It’s something I started doing a few months back. Just…drawing your poses whenever we have downtime.” Finally, a smile breaks on your lips. “You’re very limber.”
Vash laughs. “It’s all the yoga I do.” He reaches up and tugs at the back of his neck. He feels a bit shy, but asks, “Can I watch you draw sometime?”
Your mouth falls open. “Um…sure?”
He kicks at a nearby pebble. “I’m not the best at drawing. But I like to do it too. In my journals, sometimes.”
You perk up. “You do? Of what?”
“Mainly architecture. I tried people a few times, but they…they look like they’re melting.”
You laugh, and he laughs with you.
And later, in the firelight and lamps of your camp, you and he draw together. He practices drawing your face (and it does look like it’s melting, much to his chagrin and your laughter), and you sketch architecture, blown away and inspired by the detailed drawings of derelict ships and abandoned towns and cities Vash has been to in his journals. You trade art secrets, tips, and switch journals with each other to draw in for a page.
You both go to bed with stained fingertips and smiles, happy to have one more thing to bring you together.
#trigun#vash the stampede#trigun stampede#tristamp#vash#writing#vash x reader#vash the stampede x reader#reader insert#nova writes#x reader#trigun x reader#150 bullets
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hi, love your work a lot! it manages to blend coherence with layers of esoterica, in a fun & meaningful way. do you have any big influences with your style?
Writing this as a narrative because my whimsicall mind can't seem to organize information logickally otherwise
So
When I was a child my Dad would show me a lot of comics/cartoons in all different styles/eras and so I was internalizing comic book logic from the very beginning. He really liked American comix both capes and Indie stuff but was also into franco belgian artists and let's be clear my papa has good taste so I was readying good stuff though I couldn't remember it all too reliably... Also Comics Journal, so I was reading comics & meta about comics. So basically I have like a deep archetypal brain stem dark spring of mind that spits out raw comic information like a dream that I can't place until I rediscover them, and a lot of deep unremembered imprintations that R kinda roiling around under the surface #Stupidsoldier
N then I was a deviantart kiddo and a reading manga at barnes and noble kiddo, and then I went and got a formal art education and learned about all these artists that sort of did pseudo comics or cartoons but didnt articulate it that way-- The German xpressionists are a big example of this -- and also about overall principles of like scale and hierarchy and time and presence -- and also just that I really like drawin the human figure in particular :)
I'm really grateful that my parents especially my dad were actually really supportive/invested in me being an artist even though they had very little faith in my character or overall competence. so I was always doing art activities to make me better at drawing because that was like the one redeeming quality I had, a lot of household resources went into me having art tutoring or doing community classes, and I was really strongly encouraged to get ma BFA
So 4 influences well I like things that are very stylish but very specific in how they represent figure N physiognomy... Naoki Urosawa & Jeff Smith were fascinations 2 me along this line... Arakawa is good too... I feel like this is a strength of American and British cartoonists generally but struggling to think of names
My favorite painter is tied between two commies: Siqueiros, who was a Mexican muralist and chaotic socialist, really specific markmaking and texture, pathos drenched figuration, charged epic landscapes, and Petrov-Vodkin, Russian ikonographer who became a propagandist for the USSR, semi-social-realist, semi-ikonographic compositions in which space is wrapping around itself to organize human figures according to a mythological logic, flattish, very cartoons/comics aligned, strange treatment of color but all really effective
History painting overall is everything to me it really doesn't show in Coward but I think it shows elsewhere some of my other dramatic sensibility is a lot from 00s action movie shlock which I would always enjoy to go see when I was younger and was somehow fascinated with the environment of government buildings and prisons and secret operations happeningunder the surface of every day life erupting into wet violence of men punching each other
I love the movie THE RAID redemption !!!!
I learned a lot of the logic of pacing N building pages around Tezuka's work as well as FMA N Death Note I think were big 1s to teach me that logic. Tezuka is a really good artist to look at for how to compose a page that supports the energy of the events that are happening on it, not that that's something I personally am good at. Favorite mangaka for tone and environment and visual identity are Katsuhiro Otomo, Tustomu Nihei, Suehiro Maruo, Nishioka siblings, Hideshi Hino
A lot of my sense of timing is also from news paper strips tbh. It's just a gut thing to me at this point hehe , Character design is also a gut thing for me I draw a little thing and I can either ensoul it with psychosexual fixation or I can't
I was born in the hospital Henry Darger worked at St. Joe's he's an ancestor to me but ofc inimitable by virtue of GOD being his sole audience
As for the esoterickal dimensions I feel like it's all it's own post let's just say I lack the inclination and ability for systematic and rigorous study but I am really interesting in gathering little packets of information and arranging them into dioramas and the longer I do it the more packets I accrue
I want to make a list of artists on here that I like/admire sometime too but that's too much for me rn. I also suspect a lot of people R mad at me for arbitrary reasons just as I also am mad at a lot of people for arbitrary reasons so I dont wanna bother no one ...
Oh well so I'm intentionally reorganizing how I draw right now because I sense a shift in my trajectory again so thanks for making me reflect
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What led to Showdown—a character analysis
Summary:
Chosen was the one who initiated the rampages after he and Dark escaped the PC.
Dark created the Virabot in an attempt to please Chosen.
I firmly believe that the names of the hollowheads shaped their personality to some extent. The name "The Chosen One" not only bestowed god- like powers upon the black hollowhead but also a instilled a sense of responsibility, strong self-esteem, and a drive to fight for what is right.
Upon his creation, he immediately rebelled against Alan, seeing the animator as "evil" for creating and torturing stick figures just for fun. Five years of enslavement didn’t wear down his spirit, the moment the slightest opportunity arose, he broke free from his shackles and unleashed his fury upon the PC.
But even when victory was within his grasp, with his tormentor's pawn, The Dark Lord, trembling powerlessly before him, he still chose mercy.
I believe his sense of responsibility and justice wouldn’t allow him to harm someone who was already defenseless, even if that person was his enemy.
I couldn't imagine someone with such a strong moral compass initiating or even agreeing to participate in rampages on the internet purely for the sake of destruction and vengeance. A more reasonable explanation is that Chosen initiated these attacks due to a warped sense of justice. The mistreatment by his creator, the only human he ever knew, might have led him to believe that all humans are tyrants who abuse and exploit stick figures. As "The Chosen One," he felt a responsibility to fight on behalf of his own kind, believing it was his duty to deliver well-deserved punishment upon humans.
But as for Dark, he had no interest in justice whatsoever, he went along with Chosen purely for the thrill of it. Contrary to "The Chosen One", the name "The Dark Lord" weakened his sense of morality and empathy(a sociopath, in a sense). This doesn’t mean he was incapable of learning to be good or sympathetic, though. Chosen simply didn’t realize Dark's moral deficiency until it was too late.
(Or perhaps Chosen was in denial? Dark was his best friend after all)
As time passed, Chosen became more aware of the complexity of mankind. He realized that not all humans were evil, some even formed positive connections with stick figures, like building websites where they could live and work. By attacking the internet and destroying these sites, he was inadvertently harming those he wanted to protect. This made him hesitant and forced him to rethink his actions.
But Dark, he didn't care. Humans, stick figures, animations, it's all the same to him. He enjoyed causing harm and destruction, because it was fun, because he couldn't see that it was wrong.
Imagine Dark laughing joyously as he hurled fireballs at the screaming, retreating crowd of stick figures and animations,
but when he turn around he saw Chosen's shocked, horrified expression, it was as if Chosen was looking at a monster, not his best friend.
Chosen could no longer ignore the fact that Dark was betraying the very ideals he had lived by in his whole life. It became painfully clear that the noble qualities embedded in his code which he so deeply valued were absent in his best friend.
They argued, definitely, fought, maybe. Their once impregnable friendship was cracking, threatening to collapse.
And it scared Dark. Dark didn't understand why Chosen was so angry at him, but he cared about their friendship, he cared about Chosen.
And he wanted to salvage their friendship, he wanted to make Chosen happy again.
So he came up with a plan. He would create a virus so powerful the world has never seen—a virus that would paralyse the internet once and for all. After all, mankind was evil, wasn't that what Chosen always told him? Dark would give humans what they deserve, just as Chosen had always wanted. And then, surely, they could be friends again.
That’s why he eagerly presented his virabots to Chosen, like a child showing off a prized drawing to their parents.
He was certain that Chosen would be impressed, that Chosen would share in the excitement for this grand scheme of destruction.
But instead, the black hollowhead was terrified. Having already lost his trust on Dark, he immediately jumped to the worst conclusion, that Dark was going to terrorise the world including the stick figure civilisation with his virus.
(But Dark's plan never involved harming stick figures. He knew Chosen was adamantly against the idea, so why would he risk their friendship by going against Chosen?)
Dark was understandably hurt and furious at Chosen's betrayal.
It was Chosen who had fuelled his love for destruction, who inspired him to create the virus in the first place. And now, Chosen had the audacity to demand him to stop? Even going so far as to attack him to protect the very humans Chosen had once hated so much?
Was their friendship truly worth less than the properties of evil humans?
As for Chosen, the destructive power of Dark's virabot was the final proof that Dark was an irredeemable villain down to his code. Consumed by a sense of justice, Chosen attacked without mercy.
And Dark, wounded and enraged, retaliated with everything he had.
#alan becker#animator vs animation#ava the chosen one#ava the dark lord#ava tco#ava tdl#repost cuz I'm really satisfied with this analysis and I want more people to see it
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I like to think the player has a small picture of them and their child(ren) in their pocket and pull it out to keep them going after a battle or when they get to a new floor. I wonder how the mascots would react to them doing that or if it fell out during a battle that let them get a glimpse of it, the player looking so happy while holding their just as happy child(ren), before they hastily snatched it back up as if on instinct.
I had the same thought as well!
Banban
He already knew that the player is here for their child(ren), and it was no surprise when he saw them looking at a picture of them and their child(ren). Despite everything that had happened between the two, he tries his best to help.
He would offer the player words of encouragement, as well as to remind them that he'll help no matter what. He'd also mention the picture, and if possible, he'd like to take a look at it. No, he won't take it from them. He's a trustworthy mascot.
Nabnab
The spider mascot probably had no idea why they're here, but after accidentally spotting them looking at the picture, he probably felt their loneliness. As an attempt to comfort them, he just crawls over and gives them a pat on the shoulder.
He had seen people doing it before, so he thought it was the best way to comfort them. At least he tried.
Banbaleena
For Banbaleena, I'm sure that she probably overheard the player's conversation between Banban about their child(ren). She's quite surprised about it.
I think she'd comfort the player and give them the warmest hugs, as well as not to talk about the said picture. She was sure that they'd be uncomfortable if mentioned.
Also, she'd give Banban a punch because she thought that one of the best ways to comfort someone is to give them hugs and NOT to bring up a sensitive topic.
Queen Bouncelia
Although Queen Bouncelia just met the player not too long ago, she knew why they're here. And like Banbaleena, she won't bring up about the picture, knowing it's a sensitive topic. She has many questions, yes, but won't ask them.
The least she could do was to wish them luck in finding their child(ren) and to be safe. She'd be rooting for them.
Stinger Flynn
This jellyfish will bring up the picture. What do ya expect from him? He told them to leave while they still could, yet they didn't listen. And of course, he'd tell them it's their fault, should've leave and bla bla bla, all that. He will not sugarcoat the situation either. Accept the harsh truth.
But despite all that, he'd do small things to help the player ease their stress. Lost their key card? He would simply hand the said key card because he found it nearby. Sleeping? He'll drape a blanket over the player. Tired? Like the game, he makes them fall asleep(so they can have enough energy to survive the next floor).
Sheriff Toadster
When Toadster saw the player looking at the picture of them and their child(ren), it reminded him when he was thrown down to the 4th floor. They were both lonely.
He knew it was unhealthy to bottle emotions, so he did a rational thing anyone could've done. He hugs them. Even if the player fights back, he'd keep them in his embrace. He wants them to spill all their bottled up frustration and worry. He did it before and knew it would work. And before he even knew it, the player had stopped and hugged him back while crying.
Bittergiggle
I would think that he's the type to try and make the player feel better by doing something funny and entertaining. Like Banbaleena and Queen Bouncelia, he knew it was a sensitive topic, and it would make them uncomfortable if he ever mentioned about the picture.
He'd try his best to make the player happy, even if it's just a bit. He'll do funny tricks, like making his snake lip sync to his talking, or even do those magic tricks kids know. Sometimes, when he finds something, he hands it to the player. Like candy, instant noodles(most of them are likely to have expired), or things that reminded them of the player( a toy or probably a drawing he did).
Unfortunately, I didn't really have many ideas for the other characters in the game, I apologise for that. I'm not the best at explaining either, and I apologise for that as well :<
#art#self insert#garten of banban#garten of banban fanart#garten of banban x reader#banban fanart#nabnab#banbaleena#queen bouncelia#stinger flynn#sheriff toadster#bittergiggle
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Modern Hearts Chapter 1
Summary: You and Shouta Aizawa had been good friends since elementary school, but you lost touch when you and your parents moved to a different country. Twenty-five years later, you move back to Japan where you get a job in the library at U.A. High School. Will your friendship rekindle, and even turn into something more? Or will your heart be captured by the number two hero with the golden-brown eyes?
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Pairings: Shouta Aizawa | Eraserhead x Fem!Reader; Keigo Takami | Hawks x Fem!Reader
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You and Shouta Aizawa had been best friends since the first grade, where you first met. He was a very small, thin child. You were on the taller side, and very gangly. Even in his childhood days, you could say he was the "black sheep" of his family. He was not an upbeat or outgoing child, being the complete opposite of his parents and older sister. You were similar to Shouta in a lot of ways, though not to the severity of his introvertedness. You believe that's why you two were drawn to each other from the very beginning. When you first met Shouta, he was sitting in the corner of the classroom by himself, doodling something with a crayon on a piece of paper.
"Whatcha drawin'?" you had asked him. He just looked up at you with his onyx-colored eyes, looked back down, and went back to doodling. You just sat next to him, pulled out a piece of paper and a box of crayons, and started doodling yourself, not saying anything to him. Even though you were focusing on your drawing, you were in tune to your surroundings, for as young as you were, and noticed that the boy kept side-eyeing your drawing. Nevertheless, you made the decision not to say anything else to him, especially if he didn't want to talk to you.
Finally, he spoke up in a small voice, "I'm Shouta Aizawa." You looked over at him and gave him a small smile, "I'm Y/N L/N." You asked him again, "so, what are you drawing?" "A cat," he simply replied. "I like your cat, here's mine," you showed him your drawing: it was two stick figures just standing next to each other, one with your H/C, the other with black hair. "That's me and you," you beamed at him. In that very instance, you two became inseparable.
You two didn't really have any other friends in the classroom since you were both introverted, and your teacher noticed that, so she would often pair the two of you up when you had to work on group projects. What you didn't realize, at the time, was that she was previously worried [separately] about you and Shouta not interacting with your classmates. So when she noticed that you two seemed to get along well with another, she called your respective parents to let them know.
That's why the one day when you got home from school, your mom pulled you aside and said to you, "sweetie, your teacher called me earlier. I heard you made a friend at school, I'm so happy!" You replied to her, "yeah mommy, his name is Shouta, and he's my best friend. Can he come over?" Your mom absolutely beamed, "of course, sweetie. Let me just call his parents and set up a time." From that point forward, you two constantly went on play dates to each other's houses.
Shouta's parents and older sister were the complete opposite of him; they were upbeat and outgoing. You felt the warmth when you were around them; they were so welcoming of you into their family. It was the same way with your parents; they accepted Shouta as part of your family. You didn't have any siblings; it was just you and your parents, so it was especially nice when Shouta was over. It felt like you had a brother.
Things stayed like this until the middle of third grade, when you received devastating news; you were moving. Not even to another city in Japan, or even a different prefecture; you were moving to a whole new country. You didn't know much about your parents' jobs, but you knew enough to know that your dad was a businessman, and he "received an opportunity in America that he just couldn't pass up." And on top of that, the move was happening within the next two weeks, as the business in America wanted your dad to start as soon as possible.
You cried and cried and cried to your parents, begging them to not move, and as sorry as they felt for moving you in the middle of the school year, they were adamant on their decision, telling you to start packing up your room. The next day at school, you decided to break the news to Shouta during recess. "I'm moving, Shouta." He replied, "that's cool, Y/N. Did your parents find a new house?" You couldn't help but start to sob right there on the playground, and Shouta didn't know what to do. "What's wrong?!" You went on to tell him the story of how your dad got a new job in America, and you would be moving out of Japan in two weeks.
"I see," was all he could say. Then, very uncharacteristically, he smiled at you and said, "we could be pen pals!" Through your tears, you smiled back at him, "yeah!" Since your house was being packed away, you had one last playdate at Shouta's house before you moved. His mom, who had grown to love you like her own, hugged you while saying, "we'll miss you sweetie. Thank you for being such a good friend to Shouta." You couldn't help but tear up at her words, "thank you for everything, Mrs. Aizawa."
Shouta and his parents came to bid you farewell the day you were moving. Everything had already been arranged already, so all there was left to do was get in the car and go to the airport. You and Shouta went up to one another, and for the first time in the two years, you two hugged each other. "You're my best friend, Y/N. Promise me we'll be pen pals." You cried in return, "I promise, Shouta." And with that, you and your parents got into the car, and made your way to the airport, not without turning around in the backseat and waving to Shouta one last time.
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To be continued...
#aizawa shota#aizawa#shota aizawa#aizawa shota x reader#aizawa x y/n#eraserhead#bnha shouta aizawa#mha aizawa#shouta aizawa x reader#aizawa shouta#shouta aizawa#aizawa shouta x reader#aizawa shota x you#aizawa x reader#aizawa x you#bnha aizawa#mha hawks#takami keigo#keigo takami#keigo x reader#keigo tamaki#mha takami keigo
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No cuz I got a real question, why tf do I keep seeing these corny ahh post on my for u page. The first time I went on Tumblr I liked ONE👆 post bout cuphead, then the algorithm just ran with it. I literally gotta fix it now just now when I go on it first thing I see IS cuphead.
Wtf is this, ther not even in the same game and the get shipped together. I JUST found out this is some weird fanfic from 2018 and the artist was caught drawin child🌽 WHY YAL SUPPORT SOMEONE LIKE THAT BUT THEN HATE ON MRBEAST😭
The character design here making me side eye cuz their basically the same character, just say u like the incest between cup and mug💀
And back when I saw this girl I was cool with it but now this post just makes me wanna dig my own grave cuz just say u wanna diddle and fiddle with a sentient cup. Ion know why I hate this so much but I just hope these ppl are ai generated cuz this can't be real. Yall rlly gonna make me go into my villain arc with this.
#art#you guys make internet fun#cuphead#mugman#digital art#gay art#comic art#cuphead game#weird art#the cuphead show#cuphead au#casino cups au#casino cups#blogthegreatrouge#no hate#literally#long post#long reads#i'm sorry#im gonna regret this#idk how to tag this
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(Author Notes)
Panel 1: They observe a very impressive pumpkin being shown off by a proud halfling farmer of about the same height.
Laudna: You could make a lot of soup with that.
Imogen: Mm-hmm. Lotta soup.
Farmer: nice to see young folks appreciatin’ the good things in life
Panel 2: They look at some prize-winning horses.
Laudna: You should have entered your horse! I’m sure she would have won. Flora is far prettier than all of these ones.
Imogen: We did use to do that. Flora even got a second-place ribbon once. Nowadays we don’t really like drawin’ attention to ourselves, though.
Panel 3: They walk around arm in arm. A traveling katari “wizard” is juggling Dancing Lights. A “mind reader” supposedly from Ank’harel is impressing people, sparking indignation from Imogen.
Imogen: Oh, so it’s okay if he does it?
Laudna: I don’t think he’s even from Ank’harel.
“Mind Reader”: Ah, yes! The Three of Wands!
His Thoughts: small-town buffoons will believe anything
Small-Town Buffoon: well I’ll be
Panel 4: In the foreground, we see a child playing with a simple sillgoat marionette. Laudna seizes Imogen’s arm in delight.
Laudna: Imogen! That goat! I must have one!
Imogen: That li'l puppet? Bet we can find one around here . . .
Laudna: For Pâté! He can ride it into battle!
Imogen: All right, let’s go see if we can find Pâté a steed.
Panel 5: On the midway they find a section of games, including a “dragon race” with lizards which some children are eagerly observing and a Three Billy Goats Gruff-themed bottle knockdown game with the coveted goat puppets on display.
Oldest Child: Blue! Blue!
Middle Child: Green! Green!
Youngest Child: (looking at Laudna) A ghost??
Carnie: (nervously) . . . Try your luck, little lady?
#critical role#critical role fanart#critical role comic#imogen temult#laudna#southerngothic#imodna#imogen x laudna#comics#a long road home#mintywolf
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Abusive Orphanage
TF141 x Y/n (Child, age your choice.)
Contains: Language, violence, mention of abuse, child abuse, etc?
You’ve been at the “Good dreams” orphanage for (Certain amount of years) and your sick of it. You are beaten if you don’t do things right and even if you do things that are small mistakes like drop a pencil by accident or talk out of turn. You hide your scars, bruises, wounds, etc under a (fav color) hoodie and black leggings. You are normally quiet and always hides in the corners. Today, you were drawing some of (Random things, doodles). Task Force 141 decided they wanted to adopt a child, so they went to the “Good dreams” orphanage and entered being greeted by a Ct (Caretaker) as they went to go talk to the kids and decide who they wanted. Soap, Price, Ghost, and Gaz went while the others stayed at base or in missions or on errands. Soap and Ghost notice you and get Gaz and Prices attention as the four walk over to you just sitting on a window sill with pillows. You’re always alone. “Whatcha, drawin lass?” Soap asked in his Scottish accent. You look up at him but don’t respond. You show him your random drawings. They’re quite detailed. “That’s some good drawings. You draw good, lassie.” Price replied. Do they always say “Lass” or “Laddie”? You continue to draw as Ghost seemed to have taken some interest in you. “What’s your name, love?” *Ghost asked in a deep menacing voice. “…Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n..” you answer quietly. “How old are ye lass?” Soap asked. “Y/g…(Your age choice )..”You’re getting stared down by some of the CT’s, making sure you act right. Ghost noticed how you slightly had one leg in the air and Gaz, Soap, and Price noticed too. “Something wrong with ya leg there Y/n?” Gaz asked. You had sprained your ankle and it hurts to put any pressure. You’re not allowed to roll up pants or sleeves for others to see. “Aye lass? Can ye roll up ye pant leg for us?” Soap asked in a soft tone. You hesitated. “It’s okay, you can pull up your pant leg.” Price reassured. You were about to pull them up when a ct grabbed your arm. “I’m so sorry gentlemen but Y/n has something she had to do! Pls excuse us!” The ct said with a sickly sweet voice. Your dragged to a “Orphans and Cts only” part of the orphanage and your pulled into. Closet before getting slapped in the face. “What was that?! You’re not allowed to do any sort of things infront of adults!Especially when they’re in the military!” The ct yelled. You later came back out and Pricd, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap are waiting for you. They notice the red mark and immediately thought about to adopt you. They discussed and came up to you. “Hey lass, how ‘bout ye come with us?” Soap asked.!”adoption basically.” Ghost said. You hesitated before nodding. They filled out a few forms before taking you with them. They haven’t discovered the scars or wounds yet.
Pt 2 of adopted Y/n? I’ll have main thing in title like “assassin y/n” from the previous story! Let me know if ye want a pt of Adopted Y/‘ or assassin y/n! ^.”.^
#TF141 x Child y/n#TF141 x Y/n#Tf141#simon ghost riley#johnny soap mactavish#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick
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So I went dumpster diving in my tablet for the first lamb I ever drew and WOW... I found a lot of sketches I really don't plan on revisiting. I am jsut gonna dump them below the cut for people to see!! Some of it is lore related, some of it is shit I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING HATE, but IDC!!! I will post it anyway for the tumblr users who I keep an eye on my notifs for. (yes, i see you guys. even if i dont always interact I see you and love you guys)
Anyway, here is the earliest drawin I have of me drawing the lamb!! I am going to write a comment under a lot of these to add context to them.
A cute little baby <3333 but I struggled a LOT of figuring out what the lamb was wearing, I eventually figured it out though. (I hope)
if you know, you know. (RIP VAL)
for my BTG AU. I decided I no longer wanted chemach to make the [spoiler] for the lamb, though, so I scrapped this
vaaaal,,,,,, i was still learning how to draw him, i wish i put pants on him but do those even exist in COTL? (yes)
I haven't been able to do much with them because I'm putting other stuff first, but Brear has two kids, Notre and Brejul who Narinder absolutely ADORES. he is the one who babysits.
fun fact but the lamb being touch repulsed is a projection LOL. i hate it when people touch me it feels so tickly and makes me want to bite their faces off. (but i am touch starved and i LOVE to show affection to other ppl, esp thru back rubs)
yes, they have a hoop for personal space. no, ill never use it.
drum corcl,,,, i love the little dancing guy that comes from the drums
more narinder and brear. they're not romantically interested in each other, but he is absolutely head over heels for brear, their brother, and the kids. they even call him dad sometimes.
[no context]
kallamar and leshy before their crowns. the scene i have related to this isn't happening anymore, but it was leshy begging to be taught to swim.
another "the one who baby sits" doodle. the bishops all came into the cult with a very good repuation thanks to narinder. he likes to tell the kids of the cult stories about how amazing his siblings were. at first, it was just to nobre and brejul with stories about leshy(he missed leshy a lot even though he was still mad at him, and the two reminded narinder of his time with leshy), but then it escalated into him hosting storytimes with larger groups after they started repeating some of the stories he'd tell them.
unfinsihed stuff about with the lamb and thier mom. their mom wasn't afraid of the bishops at all, but knew that they were a still a threat to her and her child's life. the lamb did NOT care for anyone thier mom didn't approve of/enthusiastically liked. they were much more afraid of the bishops than their mother.
i do not actually know if i posted this.i dont think so, but i giggle every time i scroll past it
brear and nobre <333
im still workong on BTG shit, and i post a little bit of the characters on here even tho the comics are going to be posted elsewhere. they have a "crownlike" beak, but a body part. there's different creatures who became gods through different ways; crowns are one way but their power is stuck with the crown and they are considered extremely weak compared to other gods. i wont blabber on about it tho.
so many sketches has random lines through em because i work with a tablet,,, i hate it. anyway, narinder and kallamar everybody!
sketches i made but didn't bother to finish of me and merbre,,,,,,,,, my husband #1 <3 them w/ narinder + merbre arent gonna be considered "canon" but damn it ill self-ship with them until i get a follower i can WORK with
i come back to this every few weeks and im never happy with it, i dont know if ill finish this but i think about them........ before the divorce </3
unused from an ask
heartstealer. menace. you can rip my heart out anytime, leshy <3
dreshy. he LOVES dresses and being pretty and cute and pretty. he sucks narinder into a lot and heket will sometimes join in if he demands asks her to <3
another unused drawing from an ask i'll eventually answer. (mildly offended at being called a mutton cube.)
.... aaand WOW! I think that's everything guys!! things are still kinda wild but they're calming down a little bit. idk how much longer it's gonna last like this but I have some energy so I made a way-too-long post showing off art I wasn't supposed to post! Awesome. :D
#cw gore#cotl au stuff in here#23 pics under the cut btw#cotl#cotl fanart#cult of the lamb#cotl lamb#the lamb#cotl narinder#cotl spoilers#cotl kallamar#cotl leshy#i dont think ill tag anymore#idek if i should've tagged this post at all#but well see how it plays out!!#THIS POST TOOK FOREVER TIME TO GO CLEAN
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Tattoos III
Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader
Summary: He's teeny tiny like you
Sometimes, when Mumma is busy, Mami takes you out.
Last time, she took you to the park and you sat under a tree and she taught you how to sketch a leaf. It's important work and Mami is very good at drawing and you want to be good at drawing like her too.
Today though, after your drawing session in the park, Mami wants to get Bagheera a new toy so you head to the pet store to pick one out.
Mami lets you look at all the pets while she chooses a toy. You like doing that, standing on your very tippy toes to look at all the animals.
One in particular catches your eye.
It's on one of the lower shelves so you don't have to stretch too far.
It's a little thing. Teeny, tiny like you are.
It's got little legs and little toes and a little wet nose pressed up against the bars of his cage.
You stare at him, eyes wide in awe as he makes a little snuffling noise in greeting.
"Hi," You whisper," 'm Teeny."
He doesn't say anything back because he's an animal and animals can't talk but he does look you right in the eyes.
You back away from him slowly, not turning away until you bump into Mami. You tug on her hand and, automatically, she's passing over your pens and sketchpad.
You return to the little animal, sitting down in front of his cage.
You choose yellow because yellow is a happy colour and he makes you happy.
You scrawl a big yellow blob on your page.
He's got a very dark face and dark prickly things coming out of his body so you were make sure to draw those too.
You clumsily turn your page around to show the little creature.
"Tha's you," You say," Yellow 'cause you make me happy an' dark 'cause you've got dark on you."
He snuffles more at you and you giggle.
His little feet are very cute just like his little beady eyes and he doesn't move around at all. He stays where he is and just watches you.
"You ready to go, teeny?" Mami asks. She's got more than one cat toy under her arm even though she said you were getting only one for Bagheera.
You begrudgingly get up and shuffle closer to the little animal.
"Bye-Bye," You say.
When you turn back around to face Mami, she's frowning. She comes closer too, crouching so she can be at eye level with the little animal.
"That's a hedgehog," Mami says to you," Can you say that, teeny?"
"Hedge-hog," You sound out," Drew a picture." You show Mami your drawing. "Yellow 'cause he makes me happy."
"Oh, yeah?" Mami laughs," Why does he make you happy?"
"Teeny tiny like me!"
"Very teeny tiny!"
As you chatter on about how much you like him, Mami gets one of her weird thinking faces before she's hurrying you to the register and back to the car.
She puts Bagheera's new toys in the front and you wait for her to open your door to put you in your seat but she never does. She just swings you up onto her hip so she can move faster.
You go back to the pet store for some reason and Mami lets you scamper off to go see the teeny tiny hedgehog again while she talks to the man at the register.
There's a few more trips to the car where Mami carries some very big and heavy things. There's a very big cage that confuses you because Bagheera doesn't need a cage. You don't tell that to Mami though because she's Bagheera's Mami too and she knows what's best.
The car gets very full very quickly and Mami makes one last return to the pet store with you.
The man from the register has a little cardboard carry box waiting for you both. He smiles at you and pulls up two little bags.
"Do you want to choose one?" He asks and you look at Mami for guidance.
She nods and you hesitantly point to the sage green bag that has little hedgehogs sleeping so you can remind yourself of the teeny tiny hedgehog you met today.
"Thank you," Mami says as she picks up the little cardboard carry box.
She puts it in the front seat with her, buckling it in like it's a person before smiling at you.
"Ready to go home?"
"Gonna show Mumma my drawin'!"
It doesn't take long to get home. Mumma's typing away on her computer but she stops when she sees you, easily swinging you up into her lap as you babble about your drawing.
Mami comes and goes from the car, bringing everything she bought up and that catches Mumma's eye.
"Mapi," She says," What are you doing?"
"Er...Stuff."
"What stuff?"
"Ingrid," Mami says," Don't be mad."
Mumma stands, adjusting you so you're on her hip. "Mapi," She says," What. Have. You. Done."
"I'm teaching her responsibility!" Mami says," You'll see!"
"That doesn't answer my question."
Very gently, Mami sets the cardboard carrier on the kitchen table and opens it.
You gasp.
"Hedgehog!"
"Mapi!"
"She loves him!" Mami says," You didn't see them Ingrid! She loves him so much."
"Hello," You whisper so you don't scare him.
Mumma always tells you that you have to treat little animals carefully in case they get scared. You must always use gentle hands and a soft voice.
"Mapi are you crazy?! A hedgehog?! She's only little! Do you know how much effort this is going to be?"
"Ingrid, look at her!"
Somehow, with no one noticing, you're cradling the little hedgehog in your hands. He hasn't curled up like Ingrid thought he would. He's completely happy sitting in your tiny little palms as he sniffs at your skin.
She sighs. "You're responsible for him, Mapi. I mean it. You want to teach her responsibility then teach her. Food. Baths. Cleaning his cage. I mean it. You're in charge of him and you get Teeny to help you."
"I will!" Mapi insists," I promise! Don't take him away from her!"
"I have a heart, Mapi," Ingrid scoffs with an eye roll," He's perfect for her."
"Thank you!"
Mumma gently runs a hand through your hair. "Have you thought of a name, teeny? You're his mama now. You've got to choose a name."
"Er..."
He's teeny tiny like you but he can't be called Teeny because that's your name. It might get confusing. You think of someone else who is teeny, tiny.
"Pina!"
Mumma laughs. "He's a boy, teeny."
"Mr Pina!"
"I think," Mumma says," That's the perfect name."
#woso x reader#mapi leon x reader#mapi leon#ingrid engen x reader#ingrid engen#woso community#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso
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