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tortillasconsal · 1 year

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I made one for Splendorman, so now is Trenderman's turn

The list will be a little bit longer because a lot of my thought process is linked on his lore and more story-oriented headcanons (which I'll be writting in another blog soon) so I have to give lots of context and more glossed over explanations

First things first, I know its says right there that he uses browns and neutral colors, and that is right. I just wanted to make an American Psycho reference bc I'm taking a lot of inspiration from Patrick Bateman for Trender's character.

He wears lots of neutral colors to be as little noticeable as possible since his methods involve him hiding on plain sight. But that also can be a way to cshow his indifference and his ideals and views of fashion (as he is also based on minimalism and is a very close-minded person, believing there's only one way of living: the mainstream).

I kept the brown to be true to the original character and still have him recognized by the community. But also to make him seem harmless since brown is a very cozy color usually used for background characters.

His style also helps with this. I took inspiration from 50s trends since the 50s are known as a very casual and friendly-looking decade despite being extremely conservative and intolerant. Also because they used lots of knitwear which help for the "false sense of security" thing.

Like Splendor, Trenderman has a more brownish and "natural" skin color, only he's more desaturated. This is because he does spends a lot of time within humans and is interested in fashion -a very culturally significant aspect of humanity- and how their society works, but he does not give a shit about them. He uses humans and the things he learns from them for his own gain and other than that he's very anniliated from them, being way more alien than his relatives sometimes.

He does not have tendrils. Personally I could never view him with tendrils or tentacles, so I just didn't give him any, I'll be glossing over this in my future blog about the Faceless' lore, but basically there were complications on his birth (and he tecnically is disabeled now that I think about him). He is also very short for his species for the same reason.

Since he literally comes form a mannequin I want him to have stiff and very artifical mannerisms. He moves like a robot. And I think that can also help with the uncanny feel of his character and how he tries to give his victims a false sense of empathy or relatability but he ultimately fails because he just isn't human.

He is very expressionless by himself already anyway. Even more than Slenderman himself. So, design-wise, his glasses work so people are drawn to his "face" and see where he is facing but also to further understand that there will be little to no reaction since they're pretty much static the whole time in my drawings.

Character-wise, he uses them to further disguise himself and keep that feeling of relatability, he doesn't actually need them or anything.

I think those are all the points I have. I'm really excited to show you guys my lore for Trenderman, like- I see a lot of potential in his concept and I'm having so much fun writting down his personality and views and methods and stuff. He definetly grew on me.

#trenderman #Slenderbros #slender brothers #slenderfam #slender family #creepypasta #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta headcanon #creepypastas #Character design #Trenderman headcanons

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cult-of-the-eye · 5 months

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MAG 87 let's goooo

I've heard of the uncanny valley before I think from a Tumblr post actually isn't it like non-humans that look like humans but slightly off that creep us out??

Sounds cool tho

GEORGIE!!!! JON!!!!

God I love her she actually tries to knock some sense into Jon

Jon's hesitation at accepting help is frustrating when he's just claimed that he's ready to accept that he needs allies but I guess it's understandable when he doesn't want to bring someone who doesn't have a place in this all into the situation

But also I guess he can't really help bringing her in, cause he's staying at her house, she's probably already in to a certain degree

This is already so long so I'm putting a read more

She knows that she's a last resort, she seems like a genuinely kind person, she's completely understood that the man is desperate but she's also willing to draw a line wow shes so cool

"you're a good person" augh god that must've been difficult for him to hear

"whatever this is, it's messing you up"

Georgie's right about everything all the time that's the conclusion I'm coming to from this

I like how she says you can choose to leave it alone, i think it might've been the first time it had crossed Jon's mind since it all started that maybe he had a choice in this, but the tragedy is that it's been said too late, if he did ever have choice, then it's definitely gone by now. And Jon is very much aware of that.

GERTRUDE????

Sebastian skinner THE NAME

Getrude seems very like practical about the way she does things, case number first, name, where it occurred and dates, like she doesn't do any of Jon's "head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London" stuff I guess cause he was doing it to sound important and she doesn't need that, she knows exactly what she's doing and what the situation is so she can just get straight to the point with it

I love analysing everyone's different little intro bit I think it's so cool how their personalities and beliefs form part of it

This statement actually like shook me, I don't know why but lately the statements have been sort of getting to me. I don't think they've gotten scarier though, I think my frame of mind has just changed recently

Just weirdo little valley with weirdo little people doing fucking blood rituals

It was very classic horror movie

I googled flensing on incognito mode cause I wasn't sure what would come up lol

Yeah that ending was horrifying I hate the idea of the only thing being left is the mannequin

That's so funny Gertrude was like fuck this guy's name in particular

So orsinov is like the avatar of the stranger

And they're skinning people for some sort of ritual called the Unknowing

Of course Gertrude is the kind of woman to use the word ilk in every day language

Wait fuck this was in 2015 and the current statements are set in what? 2016/7? The Unknowing has to be close then oh god

Oh god she got attacked??? By what???

Who the fuck is Jude perry

Do I know her???

Oh god poor Mr skinner

FUCK FUCK FUCK ITS CALLIOPE MUSIC FUCK OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

Oh god Georgie is really in it now if she can hear it

He sounds so scared jesus christ

I appreciate Georgie trying to get the stuff out of her house but girl I don't think that's gonna stop it from being there

Oh god he's trying so hard to keep it from Georgie but now he's realised that he actually can't

He has put her in danger and that's the fact of it

"I'm not sure I can."

AUGH

HE HAS NO CHOICE IN IT. HE KNOWS. HIS PATH HAS BEEN SOLIDIFIED. DNBSHSJSKWKSMSMKSSJJDJ

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #georgie barker #the stranger #mag 87 #gertrude robinson #tma analysis #nikola orsinov #jude perry #the circus #cult listens to tma

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mangosteen · 7 years

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all my open day courses say it's important to blog abt your art so follow my art only blog @fi-kelly

#mario voice #please #i wanna post more fanart tho #i found a way to make my digital art #how do i say this #less shit #also i'm using a drawing mannequin now and it helps me a little bit

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leilani-and-kass · 2 years

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So I've been having some... thoughts lately, and they'll be posted under a "Read More" thing because I have a feeling this is going to get a little lengthy. For those of you I talk to on Discord, this is nothing new to you. I've discussed it at length. I'm posting this more for the benefit of those I don't talk to on Discord.

Don't worry, it's nothing bad or anything!! And tl;dr: the blog's not going anywhere. I've just had some stuff on my mind.

A lot of people who know me well enough know how I feel about my art and all that, but something that's been on my mind for the past two years or so is the question of whether or not my ask blog has been holding me back from improving as an artist. And I think after thinking on it, the answer is... kinda yes and kinda no. Like on one hand, I know I've improved from when I started this blog. That's obvious, like go at how badly I used to draw Kass and laugh at it.

But on the other hand, I think there's only so much you can do to improve when you're focusing on drawing the same thing all the time, and I feel like lately... especially lately... my art has been extremely stagnant. Not bad, just kinda same-y. And I know it's awful of me, but I look around on Discord servers and see so many other people improve practically at light speed, and I won't lie, I can't help feeling rather envious. One thing they all have in common? They're not only drawing for ask blogs.

Don't get me wrong. I love drawing for this blog, but I also love improving and the satisfaction that comes from it, and I think I'm getting to the point where I can't have my cake and eat it too in that regard sadly. SO maybe it's time to start taking a page from their book and start spending a little less time drawing for this blog and a little more time drawing... well, literally anything else. Practicing fundamentals, drawing other people's characters besides my own more, fusions, or hell even drawing non-Pokemon content. I feel like at this point, that's the only way my art's going to see any real, significant improvement.

My conundrum has always been that I also don't like feeling left out, feeling like I have nothing to show or talk about because I'm stuck in the corner drawing practice stuff you'd learn in an art class while everybody else gets to have fun talking about their characters and plots and stuff. I mean, who wants to see me draw that weird boxy mannequin thing like 5000 times to learn how to draw humans when I could be drawing my seal, right? That is why this blog is not going on hiatus. But content probably will be a bit slow for the foreseeable future, at least until I can consistently achieve that speed and technique that many of the other people I look up to have down to a science. Or at least to some extent.

For the time being, I also want any time I do work on this blog to be focused on plot, because if I can't be excited for my art right now, I can at least be excited for plot, right?. Namely I want to bring back the comic and just doing more with Kass in general because I know the poor guy's been neglected compared to Leilani. As such, with the exception of Mundays, the ask box is going to remain closed for now. I may work on asks and responses and stuff every now and then, but I think until I progress a bit more with plot, they need to be on the back burner for now. That... has to do with another, rather toxic mindset I need to work on breaking, to be honest.

And one last thing? I did make a general art blog awhile back that I've tried and failed to do something with in the past and I'm so sorry. orz But hey, third time's the charm, right?

And uhhhh that's all I really have to say. I do apologize in advance for the slower content, but it's only because I want to give all of you the best content I can, and I made it a New Years resolution to not be so negative about my art (whoops??), and maybe I gotta just... try something different to not be as negative.

#fance speaks #vent kinda??#something that's been on my mind for the past couple years #i'm sorry to all those who have listened to me be negative about my art #orz #i want to be better about it i swear #thank you for putting up with it you know who you are

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imhisknife · 4 years

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FANCY DATE (pt. 1/?) JAVIER x READER

AN RDR2 ONESHOT

- FANCY DATE (pt. 1/?) (Javier x Fem Reader)

WC: 2,800

SUMMARY:

You and Javier have a fancy date planned, but unlike him, you haven’t always been the best dresser. He takes you to the Saint Denis tailor to “help” you out. (BASICALLY... SHOPPING WITH YOUR BF JAVIER)

CONTENT:

- fLUFF!!! - but ummm... a bit more hOT AND STEAMY THAN MY OTHER STORIES WILL BE

NOTE: some parts of this is lowkey inspired by the AO3 story HorseFeathers... (sorry, but I loved that shit, js)

　··　　　°　　　　　　.　•　　　　.　　　.　　　　　　　　　.　°　　✸*　.　　　✶　　　　　　　　　°　°° 　　　 "What's wrong with what I'm wearing, huh?" You rested a hand at your hip, while your other hand held a silver pail. You were in the middle of chores when Javier pulled you aside to discuss his weekend plans with you. You were touched that he thought of it all, but you were suspicious about needing ‘fancier attire’.

"Oh, nothing, nothing—but um..." He tilted his head, talking carefully as if he didn't want to offend. You had a grey shirt on with the sleeves rolled at your forearms. It had a simple design embroidered into it — but that was all it was — simple. You wore a long, silk skirt along with it. It had been a pretty thing... once. It was red, hemmed up to your knees to show a bit of your black leather boots beneath; but now it was faded by the sun, worn by the work, and in some areas there were small tears and rips.

"I can get these stitched in no time," You say, following his eyes and feeling a little embarrassed. "There's really no need to—,"

Before you could object, he was scooping at your waist and pulling you close to him. You dropped your pail and it rolled away on the floor. You were about to complain, when Javier suddenly held your face so you couldn’t look away. His touch was gentle though, just like his tone. "Although you'd look beautiful wearing old rags, mi amor, what man would I be, to not spoil you? Hmm? And you can't say no to me this time,"

Lost in his brown eyes, you knew you really couldn't say no. Besides, you remembered all the different occasions he had offered to buy you things. To take you places. To dote upon you. You were just so difficult.

"Well, Javi...” You still tried to protest, “I do have other dresses, you know—?”

He spoke over you, as if he didn't hear. "Hmm, you would be so stunning with a new ensemble. So stunning with pearls at your neck. Matching earrings... a shawl over your shoulders. I could you get in a white dress too someday—,"

"Alright, alright," You say, flushing a deep red. "Let's just get it over with...”

Javier smiled wide. "Vamanos, mi hermosa,”

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When you and Javier get to Saint Denis, your heart ached for him. You noticed all the staring, heard all the racial slurs being whispered as you and him passed. You glare back at them, grinding your teeth in your mouth. You want to do more, however. You want to turn back and throw up a-not-so subtle gesture but it's almost like Javier could read your mind, sense your distress, because he grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight. You felt comforted, and paid a lot less attention to it everyone else. Though it might've worked for a little while... you had just about reached your limit when you two walked into the tailor.

"Are you lost, sir?" A voice said, colored with disgust.

You hardly looked at the guy who said it, before you spoke up, loud and curt. "No," You answered, before Javier could. You pulled him close to you. "We're not,"

The man was old with a bald spot at the top of his head. He looked shocked by your words. He studied the both of you, still doubtful. "Well... a lot of what we have in stock here is quite expensive, are you sure that—?"

Having dealt with these kinds of things all his life, Javier might have known how to keep his cool. But you didn't. You pulled a revolver from your satchel and held it in front of the man's face.

"Just close the shop and give us fifteen minutes,"

When you did it, Javier sighed. He couldn't help but grin a little though, seeing you so stoic and resolute. A part of you wished you were like him in more ways that one... sure, at the end of the day you may come out dressed significantly better but there was no changing your ill-temper and boldness. He knew it himself.

"Knowing us, mi amor," He chuckled lightly, "I'd say we need a little longer than that," He didn't try to stop you as he passed, instead he was already scanning the place.

You agreed with a shrug and looked at the cashier. The man had his arms thrown up in the air and was staring at you with wide eyes. You smiled fleetingly. "Just keep quiet until we're done, please?" You looked to his side and saw a door. It must have been a closet.

While gesturing with your gun, you told him to get in there. The man nodded more than once, gulping as he obeyed you, twisting open the door and vanishing inside.

"Alright..." You say, stuffing your gun away. “What’s this expensive stock?”

Your eyes glossed over the mannequins. Ridiculous hats stood on display and you flicked your fingers at a long feather sewed onto one of them. You rarely ever went shopping much — and never in a fancy place like this. Seeing the options, though, a part of you felt like you weren't missing out too much.

“Javier,” You groaned in annoyance. “I don't know about this...”

"Ah, be quiet,” He said over his shoulder. “This’ll be fine,”

You went on for a few minutes struggling to find something you liked. It didn’t take long for Javier, though.

He had something in his hand and he was waving you over to him. “C’mere and try this for me,”

“Me?”

“No, the tailor... yes, you!”

You walk over and look at what he was holding with a grimace. When you made no move to take it, he cocked his head.

“Do you need me to put it on for you, or—?”

Half-annoyed by his teasing, you snatched the dress and set it beside you as you began to undress.

You had to crane your neck to the floor every time you undid the ties of your corset. But once it was off and your blouse dropped loosely at your shoulders, you felt yourself being pulled away. Without warning, your back was against the wall and Javier had his arms at your sides, keeping you there.

“Or...” He said, smiling at the sight of you trapped by him.

“Do you need me to undress you...?” His voice trailed. And so did his hands. He went from kissing your open mouth, to grazing your bare shoulders.

“Javier,” You said, stiffening behind his touch. Although you didn’t want him to stop, you couldn’t bring yourself to match his building aggression. “I pulled a gun on the tailor to be in here... I think we should be quick, don’t you?”

He laughed against your neck. “Oh, I can be quick—,”

“That’s not what I meant—,”

“No?” Your blouse fell lower and he started kissing your collarbone.

”Javier!” You hissed.

”Ay, I’m just toying with you,” He withdrew, turning on his heels. He was chuckling to himself while you rolled your eyes, flushing with heat. You held the dress close to your chest as you watched him look through the store, whistling.

He threw two more dresses your way and you sighed, taking them into you arms as you went to head into the changing room.

"Why don't you just change in here?" You heard him say.

"It would be too much excitement for you, it seems,"

He made a tsk sound but let you go.

You went to the other room. You had no trouble... until you slipped inside the new dress and found that you couldn't tie up the laces at your back on your own. With pursed lips you shuffled out to get his help. He smirked devilishly when you did. And boy, did he take his time with it. He was humming, his fingers brushing the bare skin of you back. It sent tingles down your spine, but you tried not to show it. You knew what he was doing. Knew he was stalling. After a few seconds you folded your arms across your chest impatiently.

"Having trouble?" You huff, your voice thick was sass. Just as you said it, he took the strings and gave them a tug - one so sudden and forceful it made you yelp.

"Fun—actually," He corrected, tying a knot and speaking close to your ear. "Now turn around,"

You did as he said with a deep scowl. When you turned, Javier had a hand at his chin and his eyes moved over you lazily.

"Mi amor,” He drawled after some time of silence. “You’re so sexy when you're angry—,”

"Oh, save it. Is it good enough or what?"

"Sure, it’s beautiful... but all I want to do is take the dress right off you again—,"

Before he could touch you, you stormed back into the changing room to see for yourself. In there, you realized the dress looked a lot better than it did when handed to you. Javier had an eye for this kind of stuff, and you couldn’t deny it. But the longer you looked, you found that you didn't feel comfortable in it. It seemed to much. Too cluttered. It just wasn't you.

You told him that — and he was more than happy to help you out of the dress and keep looking. Every now and then, though, you’d feel him from behind you, pulling you back against his own body. Sure, he was a lot more helpful you could’ve hoped — but he also had a habit of getting carried away, too. You had to cut him some slack though. It wasn’t every day you two could be alone. You yourself wanted something more than the simple pecks you would give each other at camp, but still you knew that someone had to have an ounce of restraint. You had to remember... your goal was to tease him just like he was teasing you... and this date tomorrow? You wanted it to be special. You couldn’t spoil all the fun now.

The next time he made a move on you, he had taken you in by the waist and slumped into a chair, bringing you down with him. He had you in his lap, your legs hanging over the arm rest. He kissed you long enough to leave you breathless and when you felt his hands moving over you, you heart was racing wildly. Before he could get too far, however, you stopped them.

“Javi,” You whispered into him, drawing back.

“What is it? Am I hurting you?”

Far from it. But you didn’t tell him that. Instead, you sighed, turning away from a kiss — knowing fully well how that drove him crazy — and tapped your fingers lightly against his chest.

“Javi, if we were to... you know...”

“Yes...?” He asked, the slight impatience in his voice making you crack a smile.

“Well... I...”

“Yes, Y/N...?"

“Well, I wouldn’t want to in place where an older man is an earshot away,” You slipped off his lap and stood in front of him, shaking your head like you were talking to a child. "Can you control yourself, please?"

Javier lolled back into the seat, looking upset, but huffing in agreement. "Fine,"

Though he finally stopped trying to grab at you, it didn’t lessen that lusty look he had in his eyes whenever you put something new on and went to show him.

You tried on a few more dresses, skirts and blouses, some you picked, some he picked — but you still felt yourself getting more and more annoyed.

“You can’t just say you like them all,” You chided Javier, yanking at the skirt of your dress so it laid straight against your legs as you stood before him.

He looked confused. “But I do,”

“Oh, please, that last dress had pink ruffles—,” You grimaced incredulously, but he cut you off.

“On anyone else I’d say no. But you — you can pull it off," Javier gave a shake of his head. "Y’know... I don't think you're aware of your own beauty, mi amor. You’re always trying to hide it, but there's just too much. And dressing modestly like you usually do... it isn’t gonna stop people from looking... it never stopped me,"

You start to argue, but stammer and shut your mouth. You found it hard to believe him when he said things like that. You never thought of yourself as beautiful, let alone all that attractive. You knew, however, that if Javier caught you doubting his compliments or being critical of yourself and your looks, he’d go on an even longer rant of flattery and praise, with sadistic threats in between. Then he'd end it off with saying he ‘was only trying to make you love yourself just as much as he loved you’. Your heart fluttered and not wanting him to have to go off again — you sighed.

“Alright, fine... but eventually you’ll have to make up your mind up and help me pick just one. I—I don’t want to go back to camp with 10 pounds of clothes.”

“Fair enough,” He said. “But you be honest with yourself, alright? You’re saying no to these dresses because it’s not what you’re used to. But if you know you like it, then hermosa... it’s all yours,”

A few more minutes passed until you had finally pulled into something that made you stop and stare at your reflection. It might’ve been the one... but a part of you was still unsure.

When you came out, Javier was sitting down at the table, rocking back in the chair. Once he turned to you, he stopped rocking and let the chair fall hard against the floor.

“That’s it. That’s the one,” He said, pointing at you.

“Oh, c’mon," You started to blush. "You’re just saying that because you want to get out of here...”

He snorted. “You’re kidding, right? You’re over here strutting around half-naked and you think I want this to be over with?” He stood up and dragged you over to the mirror again.

"Look. You know it, too. I see it in your eyes. You like this one... admit it,” He was beside you, brushing his fingers through your hair as you looked at yourself again. You started to smile with him.

“Aha! Eres una preciosa mujer, lo sabes también,”

You tried to force the smile down as he planted kisses all over it. “But vanity is a sin, Mr. Escuella—!” (You knew bringing that up always drove him crazy too).

“Oh, shut up. Killing's a sin too, but it’s just part of our lives, ain’t it?”

He gave you another kiss. Then you went out picking the smaller things, shoes and accessories, to complete your new ensemble. When you were done — you found that Javier was still browsing as well.

“Wait—why are you looking for more clothes?”

He almost looked offended. “We have to match,” He said to you, before continued. Soon Javier had found a black suit, with a tie and vest that went beautifully with the colors of your own outfit

And finally; the two of you were done. A part of you was against the idea of bothering to wake up the tailor at the front of the store, but the better of you had you doing it anyways. You knocked on the door with your revolver and let the man out. You had found him in the fetal position and you almost felt bad.

“Sorry,” You tell him, "but we’re ready to pay now,”

The man looked baffled, walking back to the register as you smiled sweetly.

Javier pulled a wad of cash out of his vest pocket and slapped it onto the counter. You weren’t sure of how much it was, but you did know it was enough to get the owner drooling and Javier grinning as smug as a peacock.

He hit the guy's shoulder. Although it was nothing more than a teasing hit, the man looked like he had jumped out of his skin. Javier smirked even bigger. “Why don't you keep the change?"

You kept your gun on the man as he collected the money. "Oh, and... this never happened, understood? You never saw us,"

The man only nodded.

Then Javier hooked you by the arm and hauled you out of there. His smile grew bigger as you both hit the streets.

“Look at that... they’re already staring,” He whispered close to your ear.

“I know. Thanks a lot — it’s all ‘cause of your skin color,” You said sarcastically.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and snatched up your hand. Your fingers interwove with his and he planted a kiss on them.

“Te amo, mi amor, even though you are difficult,”

“I know I am,” You smirked. “Por eso te amo, Javier..."

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AN: if my Spanish is wRONG, I AM SO SORRY & please correct me. but anyways, thanks for reading! Please let me know if I should write about the date ;)

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#rdr2 #rdr #javier escuella #videogames #fanfiction #xbox #pc #playstation #oneshots #javierxreader #cowboys #countryboyiloveyou #thisisbadimsorry #sombrero #old town road

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primatechnosynthpop · 3 years

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Somehow a very simple drawing idea spiraled into me Thinking About Things.... I didn't end up doing any additional drawings for the concepts I wound up considering (aside from some notebook doodles that didn't turn out good enough to post) but I'm putting some ramblings under the cut (ID in alt text)

So, suppose Neil does encounter Yotsuba Koiwai in the field instead of the bad luck demon. How'd she end up in Massachusetts? Don't think too hard about it, but let's assume that she got lost somehow and is wandering around all by herself. Hey, actually, maybe this is from before her dad adopted her... or in an au where he never met her? Hmm, much to think about right off the bat. Anyway...

Neil decides that she's a good luck charm because of her hair and he cheerfully shows her off to Ryan and Kevin. They decide to take her home with them (because they're a bunch of bozos who don't consider the ramifications of something like that)

Yotsuba is kind of confused by these guys and their whole deal ("New kids? Ahaha, but you're grown-ups!") But they make a good impression on her because she's never met grown-ups who hang out in fields picking clovers and flying kites before. It's weird but it's also fun, y'know?

You know how the second scene from the lost episode was supposed to be them building a house of cards? I think they're still doing that while Yotsuba is sitting on the floor next to them stacking blocks. Eventually she says she's hungry; cue the "oh geez what do kids like??" discussion

She says she likes milk so they give her some "milk chocolate" to tide her over while Ryan cooks her something

K: Ryan's a good cook, y'know. He makes a deadly batch of cookies, literally.

N: Geez, don't put it like that, you're gonna make her think we're trying to poison her or something! [Aside] You're not putting any poison in there, are you, Ryan?

R: What was that? Put poison in this?

N&K: NO DON'T!!

It's fine, he makes a normal plate of curry or something and Yotsuba loves it enough that she decides to keep hanging out with them

We already know Kevin is good with children because his introduction as a character is him entertaining a kid and he canonically ends up with grandkids as an old man. He takes Yotsuba to the park and they play catch with a football

However, the football accidentally hits her in the face and she becomes distrustful of him from that point, much to his chagrin

Now clearly nkotr doesn't take place in the same universe/timeline/whatever as the video "MarcoBat16 Visits Neil Cicierega" but I'm going to borrow a bit of lore from that video and say that Neil is protective of his puppets and doesn't want other people touching them. This causes a bit of tension at first but the issue dissolves once Neil and Ryan bring out some other puppets and toy-type things that they don't mind if Yotsuba borrows

On that note I think Yotsuba is just young enough not to register anything about Ryan as creepy or weird. Like you know those stories about little kids who love scary monster animatronics or whatever because they haven't been taught that those things are scary yet? It's like that. Ryan is like "and here's my weird mannequin head and my voodoo doll!" and Yotsuba is like "wow awesome!! :D"

I also think that she braids his hair and puts lots of bows in it and stuff. She's never met a guy with long hair before so this is an exciting new opportunity for her

Neil tries to teach her to play video games and it doesn't work at all, she's still too little to really get how the games work and just hammers madly on the buttons. He somehow takes this as another sign that she's a good luck charm, because ever since he started playing against her he always wins!

Kevin makes several attempts to win back Yotsuba's good graces, including introducing her to Rocky because kids generally like dogs. This backfires because Rocky jumps up and barks too loud, which startles Yotsuba. She warms up to the dog quickly enough, though

What finally does succeed in getting Yotsuba to trust and like Kevin again is him agreeing to lend her some money so she can buy candy after both Neil and Ryan told her no

Assuming that the premise here is just that Yotsuba got extremely lost while visiting overseas, this would be about when her dad finally finds her and takes her home. HOWEVER, assuming that this is a timeline where Mr. Koiwai never adopted her....

After she hangs out with them for... let's say a couple of weeks? The new kids decide she should "start pulling her weight" and get her to help them out with filming their next webisode. She has lots of fun with the camera, but they don't really teach her how to use it (they assume she already knows even though there's no reason why she should know something like that) so all the shots are really unfocused with lots of shaky cam and poor framing, etc.

But it's too late to re-record so they submit it to the studio as like an avante-garde found footage piece and the studio actually approves

After a quick "background check" to make sure she's not going to turn out like Spencer (she passes this test with flying colours because she doesn't even understand the concept of liking things ironically, or know what Myspace is or what onion rings are) they officially welcome Yotsuba onto the team :3 Her theme colour is green, of course

#....ehh i don't think this warrants going in any tags. this one's just for my usual audience #i don't even know if any of my nkotr mutuals have read 'yotsuba&!'.... if not then you should it's a really cute series #also i know i drew one of neil's hands wrong. i haven't had much drawing energy lately and was too lazy to fix it #just don't worry about it #my art

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The Eyeball Killer-

Dallas, Texas

In August of 1933 Charles Albright was born, and the woman who'd brought him into this world gave her baby up; within weeks he was adopted by a grocer named Fred Albright and his wife, a schoolteacher called Delle. While they say that Delle definitely doted on her son, she was also very strict, domineering even; Charles was often punished in cruel ways for the most petty of sins. If he wouldn't take a nap, Dell would tie her son to the bed; if the boy didn't finish all of his milk, mother would lock him in pitch black room. It is thought that Charles resented his mother and the woman who had given him up; it's possible this is where his deep seeded hatred for women began.

It's thought that Charley's fascination with eyes stems from his childhood. As a young boy Charles and his mama would roam the city in search of dead animals; the pair were very much into taxidermy. Mother and son would find a suitable corpse, bring it home, gut the animal, stuff it up, and sew it back together. Since eyeballs will rot, a taxidermied animal's eyes are supposed to be removed and replaced with fake ones, but these eyes are a bit pricy. Mrs. Albright had been a bit thrifty and, to the dismay of her son, refused to fork over the cash for those fancy taxidermy eyeballs; young Charles was forced to sew buttons on his deceased pets instead. This was very bothersome to the boy, and it's believed that this is how that eyeball fetish came to be.

There is no denying that Charles had been a super bright young man who not only skipped one grade in school, but two! It is impressive, and he was intelligent enough to be successful in anything he attempted, but Charles just couldn't seem to stay out of trouble with the law. By the time he was a 13 Charles already had a criminal record, yet at just fifteen years of age he had managed to graduated from high school and enroll in college. At sixteen Charles was again arrested for theft, and spent a year incarcerated. After his release Charles took pre-med courses at an Arkansas college, but he was found to be in possession of stolen property and expelled. At this point Charles figured, why actually work to get a degree when you can simply lie about having one? He forged all the necessary papers and voila! The crook found himself a job at a school where he taught biology classes and even coached a football team! Charley wed his college girlfriend and that union produced a daughter, but the marriage didn't last; the couple officially divorced in 1974. Charles continued to get in trouble here and there throughout the years but he was cunning and usually managed to receive probation. As an example, in 1981 the pervert even molested a friend's 9 year old daughter; for stealing this little girl's innocence, a crime to which he actually plead guilty, Charley again merely received probation! It's despicable, and insane that no one bothered to stop this train wreck in it's tracks!

On December 13th of 1990 a sex worker named Mary Lou Pratt was found deceased. She was partially unclothed, arms lifted over her head with her shirt shoved way up so that Mary's breasts were exposed. The woman had been sexually assaulted, shot in the head, and her eyes were gone. They'd been cut out, but not in the way you'd expect; these eyes were removed with such precision that investigators were sure that their killer must be some sort of a doctor or have some medical training at the very least!

When police were called to another crime scene two months later, it must've felt like deja vu! The next victim, a sex worker named Susan Peterson, was discovered in close proximity to the first. This corpse was posed in the exact same manner as the first: her arms were way up above her head, shirt lifted and breasts exposed. Susan, too, had been sexually assaulted, shot in the head, and her eyes had been removed just as carefully as her predecessor's. Tragically, police were certain that Susan had known her killer. Days prior to her death Susan had confessed to police that she knew precisely who had been responsible for Mary's murder, but for whatever reason Susan refused to name the man. Truth be told she was probably afraid, and who could blame her? Women in this profession very often grow disillusioned with police, which is part of the reason why they make such great targets for serials.

Anyhow, a month after Susan's murder, on March 19th of 1991, there was another victim; this one's name was Shirley Williams. Shirley had suffered the same injuries as the others, but her death was much more brutal. She had bruises about her face, and her eyes had been ripped out with such force that a sliver of metal from an xacto blade was left in the otherwise empty socket! Near this corpse lay a bright red condom.

Police soon realised that the only way they were likely to catch their killer would be to enlist the help of the women working in the local Red Light district. While speaking with these ladies, investigators noticed that one man was brought up time and time again; Charles Albright was known to be violent with his dates, at least one of the women claimed she'd narrowly escaped one encounter with her life. Charles seemed fixated on pretty eyes, he had a hatred for "hookers" and once stated that he'd kill them all if he could, plus the man had been friendly with one of the victims. After hearing all of this, police were able to secure a search warrant. Inside Charley's home investigators found several firearms, an abundance of xacto knifes just like the ones used to remove the women's eyes, and bright red colored condoms. But that's not all! Charles had mannequins and masks throughout his home, it's said that he was obsessed with their blank, dead eyes; at least one source states that there were dolls with their eyes removed. In a barn out back were rows of dead animals preserved in jars!

Charles was arrested and originally charged with multiple murders, though he was convicted of murdering only Shirley. Today he is serving life in prison, and while incarcerated he passes the time by drawing eyeballs which he hangs on the walls of his cell.

Before doing in depth research for this case I had been lead to believe through documentaries that police could only pin 3 murders on Charles, which is not true! There is a much lesser known victim from 1988. The modus operandi from Rhonda Bowie's slaying is much different from the rest; she had been stabbed 30 times (overkill) and her eyes remained intact. It seems to me that either this earlier murder isn't connected to the others and a killer got away, or it was the same murderer but he hadn't found his signature yet. Maybe Charles didn't plan to kill Rhonda; it's possible he became enraged by something, stabbed her to death, and discovered he enjoyed killing. If this is the case, are there other murders which could be contributed to Albright? While it's not unheard of for a man in his mid 50's to begin killing, but it's not the most common thing, either. Lastly, there is another possibility which must be addressed: many do believe this man to be completely innocent of all charges. It's impossible to deny the fact that the evidence used to convict Charles was circumstantial, relying mostly on fiber evidence; there was no DNA or anything truly concrete which tied him to these serial killings. Charles's girlfriend even swears that he was with her during the times of the murders so he couldn't possibly be guilty. But you know, that seems a likely story, doesn't it? How many spouses have been in denial and covered for their lovers? The thing is, this one could prove that Charley had had no access to a vehicle during two of the murders. Now I'm not in any way saying that Charles Albright is innocent, especially when you look at those drawings of eyeballs which he keeps in his cell, but I can understand why some people think that might be the case.

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