it’ll be cute if kid dust learn about Christmas
He had hoped that by now the boys would be back to their true selves. Instead, he was preparing them for the upcoming holiday. More specifically, he was introducing Dust to Christmas in slow increments. The others already knew and understood the holiday. All three were all but bouncing off the walls with excitement. Not that Dust was not getting excited, too, following the energy of the others. He just needed help to understand what it was he was supposed to be excited about.
First, there was the tree. Nightmare brought the boys out of the castle to an empty and snowy AU. Once there, they went sledding before helping him find the right tree within the forest of evergreens. Then, after cutting it down and pulling it back through a portal to his castle, he had the boys help him doctorate the evergreen. Dust was confused by this, but he was enjoying himself and wanted to help. After words he sat quietly in the room with the tree as Nightmare read quietly to himself. Occasionally, the guardian would look up at the child who marveled at the lights and colorful ornaments.
They had that moment of peace as the others played in another room with Lyra playing a game. It was good that they had it though, as it was the first introduction to the concept of Christmas for the boy.
Starting that night and every bedtime after, he read various Christmas stories. They each provided more information for Dust to learn and over time, Nightmare could tell the child was beginning to understand. He could see Dust connecting the dots as he looked around at the decorations Lyra placed as he reflected on the stories. Dust even started to ask small, questions that showed he was trying to understand more and was excited to see what will happen.
“what does it mean to be good?”
“It means you do not misbehave and do what is right or what your told to do.”
“why do the bad children get coal?”
“They get coal because that is not fun or nice”
“if i failed at doing something i was supposed to do, does that make me bad?”
“No, especially if you are talking about the tests. If anyone deserves coal, that worthless Doctor should be buried in it.”
“we give gifts to each other… but what if i don’t have money to buy things?”
“well, i can pay for the gifts for now, or you can make something yourself.”
“what if someone i made something for doesn’t like it?”
“It means that person has a cold soul, as they can not be bothered to acknowledge the hard work and love you put into making the gift.”
Now that he knew Dust understood, next came the challenge of Santa letters. He was going to have to help the boys write them. So, one by one, he had them come to his office, and he helped them write their letters to Santa by transcribing what they said to paper or providing spelling and grammar assistance as they wrote it themselves.
Lastly, in came Dust, Ferrous trailing behind him and a yellow Pocket Mans character in Christmas garb in his arms. The child looked at Nightmare with nervousness glance but he relaxed as Nightmare smiled at him, “Come on over here, Dust.”
Obediently, the child went further into the office and to the desk. Once he was close enough, Nightmare carefully picked Dust up and set him on his knee. Ferrous sat and watched, tail wagging and Nightmare gave the loyal canine a pat on the head. Turning his attention back to Dust, who hugged the stuffed toy while looking up at Nightmare attentively, Nightmare said while grabbing a piece of paper and his quill, “It is time for you to write your letter to Santa.”
… He had hoped they would be adults by now… but he had a feeling this was going to be a very special Christmas that he would always cherish.
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I don't think it's okay to use nightow's artwork to make yourself some money selling stickers of it.
While funny edits and memes of official content are commonly made and sold by creators and I understand it is a topic of debate for many reasons, as I say in the post and on the page, it isn't about the money and I think I'd have to sell hundreds to even make much profit! I did a lot of calculations and the price is close to the supplies/costs/the size of the small print run/etc., and while I'm not the best at math, the cents leftover per sticker aren't adding up to much and--again, like I said in the post--will be spent getting leftovers in case of errors if it's enough. If someone chooses to leave a tip for running bookclub, I'm grateful, but a vast majority of people don't and that's fine and what I expect. The point is having fun and celebrating bookclub! The amount of people who wanted a sticker/badge of completion was enough that I really wanted to do something for you guys.
TL;DR: As I said in the original post, this was designed for fun, not money. Transparency is personally very important to me and I try to be as honest as I can whenever possible. Of course, I'm a stranger on the internet, you should take that with a grain of salt, but I do try to be clear about my intentions.
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I'm going to be really sad about losing a bunch of my art supplies/pieces so if that's not your thing, feel free to scroll by.
Nothing like going out to the garage to get some wood for your upcoming projects only to find there had been a leak, water pooled on the floor beneath the boxes in your work area, and had ruined a bunch of the wood you'd been painstakingly collecting for carving for years.
The irony: most of the wood that was ok? Common basswood that's easily replaced. It was mostly my rarer woods that were ruined.
Cherry, maple, walnut, cedar, buckeye. Woods with beautiful grains. Precious butternut that's going extinct. Gifts from my wood carving teacher and mystery wood castoffs from other woodworkers who didn't need them. Odd shapes and pieces I had plans for. Gone. Everything in this pic, from what's inside the box to what's in the can (some of which can't be seen) had to be tossed due to mold from the water damage. You can't put a price on this wood emotionally. I literally just want to cry. Fucking years, some of them already partly carved and I just hadn't had time to finish them since moving here.
The only silver lining I can think of is that I have another box of wood in the house, with some rarer woods in it. But this still really, really hurts.
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We could not have known that Unicron was capable of creating life, and neither did we anticipate to encounter that life; the reality of its misery was far less of a surprise. Its armor was far denser and more plentiful than Unicron’s own, and though he bore no visible scars it was obvious that his creator had been beyond unkind with him. Frequently he was plagued with nightmares and would go for ages without sleep to avoid them, and even in his waking hours he often broke down crying for no reason we could discern. Even his own reflection would send him into a panic until he’d carved a crook into his horn.
We brought him to Cybertron as what we believed to be a path to some sort of redemption and healing, but he was so unlike us Primes, and many of those differences could not be rectified. We thought we were granting him an act of mercy, but in the end I wonder if we had done him a great disservice, for in our ambition we proved to him that he was not unique, but alone.
(slight Aligned r(eda)sign)
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