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lilybug-02 · 4 months
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Happy 2 Year Anniversary to The Chara Timeline ✨
I FINALLY made drawing references for you guys, yippie!✨
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It’s wild how long I’ve been working on this comic without reference sheets. I’m never that consistent with my art style, so I figured it was a waste of time 🫥💀😔 this is my first full comic okay…
Thoughts and Feelings About the Comic Below ❤️💖💕💞
Wow. It’s been 2 years??? I thought I would be done with this comic in 2 months! I don’t know whether to feel worried or accomplished!!
(With months between each update, I understand why it’s been 2 years. I’m a slow writer and artist and well- many things have come up in my life that had to come first, like my sisters wedding! 💞 and college 😅)
I want to thank my family and friends (WHO DO NOT READ THIS COMIC- THANK GOD) 💕 AND I want to THANK YOU! The readers! 💐💐
You guys are relentless! I’m as impatient as traffic and yet you guys wait for weeks or months at a time for like 4 pages?! You guys don’t even complain!!! I truly want to thank you all for that ❤️ it helps me so much. Being busy and getting burnt out are common and it helps me feel relaxed that i'm not on a timer. Literally tho- you guys keep this comic chugging I swear. Tysm 💐
Unorganized rambling about the comic ahead :) ⭐️🔥
My feelings with this comic are actually so complicated. On one hand I hate looking at my older art because GOD IT LOOKS SO OFF I want to stab it, and then on the other hand I am so so proud of myself for even continuing it this far. Ngl the weird route has been one of my favorite parts of this comic. It took me FOREVER to figure out an ending, but damn do I still get chills >:) hehe.
I’m still miffed that I named this project “Deltarune: The Chara Timeline” I could have gone for something so much COOLER. Doesn’t help I use like 7 different titles for it either. We got Deltarune the Chara timeline, Deltarune chara timeline, THE Chara timeline, chara timeline, Ct??? Man,,, I’m crazy. I take after my family so hard. We have 3 names for each of our dogs 💀.
Comic/Animation Tip i have learned. It is VERY GOOD to make the character relatively simple in design. Shape language is also super important, ((but I never really got around to doing that before I was half way through the comic, woops.)) These things can make ur process go by so much faster. This whole comic has been a HUGE learning curve. LIKE OH MY GOD. I had to learn how to draw backgrounds, write dialogue, plan a story, learn how to draw fast and draw noses (which god damn I really still can’t). And I had to learn how the heck to squeeze art into a tiny page and make it not look grainy. It's intense!
Anyways.... this has been such an awesome opportunity! Thanks Toby Fox!
I totally ran out of “art time” for my iPad and wanted to finish this today. So it’s a bit rushed. I’ll add weapons and possibly the other characters later :)
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Oh shi- I forgot to add this grainy image of the next few pages lmao
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hazy-egg · 1 year
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ALRIGHT EVERYONE DAVE IS REAL AND IN MY HOUSE!
I had some vague interest from people wanting to know how to aquire one of these fuckers, so I’ve made a (slightly jank) tutorial on how to make one of these yourself! (instructions and materials below)
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Materials are mostly self explanatory, but the chalk is for drawing the pattern on the felt, the glue gun is for attatching the mouth, eyes, and security badge to the plush, and the wire is to go through the body/neck/head so his head isn’t floppy. ALSO you’ll need scissors to cut the felt out (forgot to draw that lmao)
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This is the pattern to draw out on our lighter felt for the head and body! This is specifically for Dave, but if you’re making Jack you can adjust the proportions on the body to be a bit shorter and wider. These are in centimeters because I am not American.
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Cut along these lines, you can cut out each panel but I’m lazy so this works just fine.
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You’re kinda turning these into cubes, think of it like one of those paper maps you probably made in elementary math class. Fold along the lines and use a whip stitch to attatch the pieces together AS WELL as stitch along the chalk lines-- that will make it look like you actually cut all the panels out and define the different sides. 
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should start to look like this! Make sure to leave one side open so you can flip it inside out!
Once it’s inside out, you can stuff it and use a ladder stitch to close the last side. I reccommend leaving a shorter side open so the ugly stitch is less noticable. 
Once you’ve cut out the mouth, eye, and badge shapes you can glue them on!
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Here’s where it gets. a little jank so buckle up!
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This is the general pattern for the arms, legs, and neck. You’ll have to futz and adjust it... a bit because I am not stellar at making patterns, but this is good to get ya going!
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This time cut out each panel
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Also to note- If you’re making Jack you do not nead that much neck lmao
OKAY sO for stitching, this time it’s less straightforward. For the legs I folded each rectangle in half (Ugly side out!) and just stitched along the edge to make a tube
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Kinda like this
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Then flip it inside out, stuff, and fold and crease it to look like a foot using a whip stitch. To extra secure it I did a ladder stitch along the top to keep the foot upright
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Then just pull the thread tight and boom you got a leg. Repeat that on the other leg and now he can walk.
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Attatch it to the ass with a ladder stitch (and also secure it along the top with another ladder stitch to keep him in a sitting position if you want)
Now for the arms
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So this is probably the most jank part of the tutorial. For the arms I ended up adjusting the pattern I had cut out to look more like this.
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Then you just kinda
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fold and pin it to get a boot-like shape. Use the extra fabric you cut off the bottom of the arm to make a little oval for the palm and then stitch it all together (leaving the top open). Then flip, stuff, and attatch with a ladder stitch!
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mans kinda built like an Ugg boot. 
Lastly the neck is literally just a tube. If it’s Dave make it long. Just stitch along one side and leave the two ends open so you can put the stuffing and wire inside. Now for the Wire! To make sure it can’t puncture through the felt, bend the ends to look like this
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Now to run it through him just take some scissors and snip two lil holes, one at the bottom of his head and one in the middle of the top panel of his body and have the wire go through his body, neck, and into his head. that’ll make his neck bendable. Then just attatch the neck with a ladder stitch and you have your man! For Dave just bend the neck into the desired potition aaand you’re done!
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And if you follow the steps carefully you should end up with this mother fucker in your house!
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shitpostingkats · 2 years
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Crack Theory: Jaden Yuki is (at least partially) Atlantian
As usual, this is 100% my own connection making brain going crazy, I doubt this is what the writers intended, if they thought about it at all. Also, this essay is not free of infodumping or absurdity. 
So, Atlantis has always been... kinda weird, in yugioh. Other than just the absolute wildness of it just. Canonically existing. The Waking the Dragons arc has some of the most far reaching lore implications for the franchise as a whole, introducing ideas like the spirit world, duel monsters appearing in history (outside of egypt lol), and some major afterlife magic. Things that yugioh will expand on in following series, and things that were, I reiterate, introduced in a throwaway filler arc of the anime because they had run out of manga to adapt. 
But one character in particular not just builds on the concepts introduced in DM’s Atlantis season, but shares some interesting similarities with the main villain of that season, Dartz.
Jaden Yuki.
The first thing that caught my attention was the eyes. While yugioh has an almost ridiculous number of characters with magical eyeballs, heterochromia with one turquoise, one orange/yellow? Incredibly specific. I can’t think of a single yugioh character whose weird eye horror even passingly resembles anothers, yet here Jaden and Dartz are. Even further, both of them spend time serving as a “king” with pure gold eyes, before coming into contact with a foreign entity and developing the bilateral asymmetry. 
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But Jaden’s eyes are based on Yubels, and more thematically, the colors of the polymerization card art. And Dartz’s seem to be just a random anime villain power up. 
Let’s put a pin in this for now.
The next weird link between the two is in the strange flashback we see at the very end of GX season 3. Jaden sees one of his past lives, when Yubel pledged themselves to be his guardian. In this era, Jaden is the young prince of a vague and never named kingdom. When was this? Where? We don’t know.
But the few characters we see share some interesting design elements with the people of Atlantis.
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The primary front skirt panel being this narrow rectangle ending in a point at the end. The gold crown featuring a solid band with a diamond shaped piece right over the forehead embedded with a bright red gem. These capes and the big round brooch thingies. Jaden’s father’s belt has this segmented gold design that looks quite a bit like the necklace of the Atlantian king. (His granddaughter, Kris, has a similar one, I was just running out of space for references.) In fact, both Jaden’s father and the Atlantian king use red gems as their primary design element.
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And finally, the biggest detail I want to point out is this little gemstone on human!Yubel’s forehead. Crowns are a pretty universal thing, but a delicate little jewel right on the forehead? That’s an iconic piece of jewelry worn by one Dartz Yugioh. It’s also worth noting, Jaden supreme king armor has the same blue diamond on its forehead. 
Now, before I tie this all together, let me take a quick aside to reassure that yes, I am aware, this sounds like the furthest reach I could possibly make. Sure, the two kingdoms might share some design elements, if you squint. Yeah, Jaden and Yubel might each have one weird feature that Dartz also flaunts. But really, is that enough to posit a connection between the two?
I mean, absolutely, I’ve built fan theories on far less and I WILL DO IT AGAIN
But no. Here’s the plot twist of this post: 
I’m not trying to prove that past!Jaden was the prince of Atlantis.  
Past!Jaden was the prince of New Atlantis.
All right buckle up kids it’s time for me to pull out the thumbtacks and red string also yes this essay is only 50% crack theory and 50% me wanting to infodump about mythology and historical dress. 
Now, ygo Atlantis is based on the “real” Atlantis described by Plato in a trio of his allegorical dialogues, wherein he invents a fictitious evil island nation and then recounts how the ancient Athenians singlehandedly stopped them from invading the known world. And ygo Atlantis actually references parts of the texts and uses some neat Atlantis details that I never see anyone else get right. For one, the three dragons, Timaeus, Critias, and Hermos, are named after the three chapters of the dialogue. Though Hermos is shortened from Hermocrates, but it means someone on the writing team gave at least a passing glance to the source material. Secondly, the layout of the city uses the concentric ring design laid out by Plato.
“-dwelt into a palace and enclosed it with three circular moats of increasing width, varying from one to three stadia and separated by rings of land proportional in size. The Atlanteans then built bridges northward from the mountain, making a route to the rest of the island. They dug a great canal to the sea, and alongside the bridges carved tunnels into the rings of rock so that ships could pass into the city around the mountain”
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 Thirdly, (and this is my favorite) Atlantis itself does not resemble grecian architecture. It is SO easy for writers using Atlantis as a cool fantasy location to just slap some marble pillars on it and call it a day. But while we are getting the dialogue from Plato, and the text states that they encountered hellenistic Greeks, doesn’t automatically make them one in the same. In fact, in the text itself, we are assured that all of the proper nouns are being translated from their original records. And where did these fictitious records come from, you might ask?
Egypt!
So yeah, props to the ygo writers for actually using a fantasy civilization that has legitimate ties to Egypt in their dm filler arc. And it would in fact make sense for Dartz to be in Egypt 5-3,000 years ago, since he would be the one of the only survivors of his kingdom and as such any records that survived would have to have come from him.
I’m getting distracted. Back to Jaden.
While Jaden’s kingdom shares some similarities with the Atlantians, there’s a much stronger historical inspiration at play here.
Greeks.
Specifically, some of the modern perceptions of Spartans. 
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The Atlantian long robe retains the shape of the front panel, but it’s been cut short at the knee to form a sort of pteruges (that armored skirt made from strips of leather). They maintain the shape of the Atlantian cap sleeves, but instead of cloth they have been made into bronze pauldrons. The capes, in particular, have now taken on the form of a chalamys, the iconic cloak of ancient Greek military attire. 
We even see some ancient Greeks in capsule monsters, further cementing that Jaden’s people are very much similar, but not quite. They’ve still got some Atlantian flourishes that set them apart. 
And see those capes I can’t shut up about? 
The Atlantians fastened theirs with two big round gemstones, one on each shoulder.
Historically, and in yugioh, Greek military fastened theirs at the right shoulder, using what archeologists like to call a fibula brooch.
And Jaden’s people fasten their cloaks on the left, using that ancient Atlantian gem. 
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Do we have enough evidence to even begin to guess what happened to the citizens after Atlantis sank into the ocean? No. But here’s my theory.
Atlantis, an enormous empire, crumbles. Its people were decimated by war and tragedy. A surviving group slowly migrates to Greece, either willingly or through the Athenian conquest. They take refuge with another famous enemy of the Athenians, the Spartans. They slowly assimilate with the city state, blending the two cultures together, but the Atlantian citizens still delineate themselves in small ways through fashion and political influence. These people know of duel monsters, but are hesitant to share that knowledge, fresh on the heels of the spirit war. Orichalcos is rare, coveted, and nowhere near as pure as the stones once used all throughout their city. But it still exists. And some learned few still know how to use it.
Remember Dartz’s forehead jewel? It’s not just a fashion statement, it’s actually a chunk of orichalcos. And remember who else I said had one?
I mean, we’ve seen from flashbacks what overexposure to this stone when paired with the right magicks can do, right? It turns people into monsters.
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And it’s not like we have a magic artifact that is literally called the eye of orichalcum. Or even that both these stories strongly feature a mysterious red rock falling from the sky and heralding the forthcoming evil.
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Huh. 
This leads to my final piece of evidence:
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Anyways, yugioh fanworks should use that fact that Atlantis 100% existed in the ygo world, as well as has been apparently rebuilt/succeeded into a major city, more often. Also, from now on I will be headcanoning Jaden as half Atlantian. Because I can. <3
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it breaks my heart to see France all broad and manly in the new strips. Bring my twink France back! Same size as England and not a single muscle more!
hewwo i'm sorry i didnt see this until now. big agree <3 i'm not sure which strip ur referring to tho. she looked adorable in the brexit strips! ugh my delicate little flower. my wife.
anyway this shouldn't even be a hot take but france was never supposed to be like. macho. yes has some masculine features that enhance his beauty but he's visibly more femme and it's wild to me when ppl choose to ignore this but ok. also if we're going here i think denying him his femininity and exaggerating a masculine figure smells kinda transmisogynistic but that's just me ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯
personally i stan an hourglass queen. inverted triangle fran w twig legs and no thiccness makes me want to die. madame is canonically caked up give him his ass back!! i can appreciate different body types for him, slim or toned or squishy or anything in between, but def not like buff and built, esp if arthur isn't.
in the same vein i don't have one set HC for arthur's, like i think he could be either thin or more solid or whatever else but he'd always have a more masculine body shape. rectangle w slightly bigger shoulders. he needs to be able to carry his pretty french wife!
we are the same flavor of neurotic anon my beloved. this will always be a safe space for soft curvy mommy france the way god intended <3
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kyzellar · 1 year
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I'm probably not the first one to think these but uhhh homestuck body type hc's i guess
Aradia:
Short and soft and round. I think she'd have a really feminine figure, all squishy and chubby and this is totally not me having a bit of a crush on her and projecting or anything
Tavros:
Always gets mistaken for younger than he actually is because of his small frame and babyface. He is budgy and a bit self conscious about it (dw bby you are perfect just the way you are <3)
After the accident his upper body grew larger and more muscle mass from wheeling himself around
Sollux:
His diet consists of doritos and energy drink, he has like the most stereotypical lol gamer body type. Literally just some nerdy dude.
Karkat:
The definition of manlet. Short king. he is a chiwawa of a troll. Surprisingly fit tho. He looks thin but it's all muscle when you touch him because he works out to compensate for being 150 tall. He just doesn't bulk up. Also he has the most upright posture known to man because he refuses to loose a single inch of his height. Manages to look down on you despite being 5 something.
Nepeta:
Athletic as fuck! She runs around all day fighting and taking down beasts + her diet consists of pure meat. She is on the shorter side. (still taller than karkat tho). I just imagine her like those olypian gymnastics
Kanaya:
She is tall and slim, not overly skinny tho. I think she is probably kinda awkward about her height so she crouches a little.
Terezi:
Stocky, I think she is medium height but her torso being square shaped makes her look shorter than she actually is. She literally looks like a rectangle.
Vriska:
A bitch with this much attitude has to be flat chested. Like you know the anime trope where flat girl always being really mean cos she is secretly insecure about being built like a plank of wood?? Yeah that. She is taller than average and 100% makes fun of any guy shorter than her for not being "man enough".
Equius:
STRONG . Like this guy is BUILT and the fact that he is somehow a vegetarian while looking like that?? He is tall and broad. Strong arms and shoulders. Also he probably has amazing posture like im talking army style straight shoulders puffed out chest legs straight the whole thing
Gamzee:
Lanky motherfucker. Would be the tallest one if he didn’t crouch like a fucking shrimp. Skinny in the most unhealthy way like does he even know what food is??
Eridan:
Built like a femboy. He is shorter than Gamzee and it pisses him off (despite still being taller than the rest of the group). He has got child bearing hips i just know it.
Feferi:
True swimmers body. She moves around all day in the water so i imagine that she would be really well toned and slender.
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godza · 25 days
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ive been getting really mad about ll recently since im back to playing it. heres gender sexuality and body type hcs for muse. please tell me if any of my body type descriptions are rude i only know so many adjectives
honoka: he/she lesbian, nebulously cis, she doesnt gaf honestly shes too busy eating peanut butter out of the jar. she has a good bit of chub shes average sized. wait what even is average size. shes not skinny but shes not fat you get my drift. built like a rectangle like me
umi: she/they. mostly cisgender shes kinda butch. she gets scared if she thinks about it, lesbian. asexual. very muscular but also willowy. she could suplex you but also fit into vents with ease
kotori: she/her/neopronouns. aroace lesbian. has something going on with umi but they dont label it. chubby thats why she makes all her own clothes she wanted cute plus size stuff. will alter stuff for the other girls for free
maki: she/her. cisgender lesbian. im hitting a lot of them with the asexual beam. relatively fat and short. stocky without muscle. just kinda stout all around shes so mean because shes short
rin: she/he/nya. i dont know rins gender she doesnt either. schrodingers trans. ace lesbian. tall as fuck she sprung up like a tree. muscly and thin
hanayo: she/they. ace lesbian. you dont know her if shes not fat and short. delightfully round face shes pear shaped.
eli: she/him. butch lesbian. ballet muscle build. her muscle isnt too noticeable until she flexes to brag. tall. she is not 162 cm i can tell you that
nozomi: she/they. lesbian. femme to elis butch. short and fat. so surprisingly strong its scary
nico: she/her. lesbian. permanent child build sorry girl. short and rectangular. petite. still shops in the kids section sometimes they have cute stuff. she is the start of the hand me down cycle
wow they are all lesbians but you knew that.
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betawooper · 2 years
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do u have body type headcanons for the jjk cast 👀 i love ur hcs for the kny cast so since youre getting into jjk now im wondering abt it... share as many or as few as ud like hehe
ok after thinking about it for like two seconds and factoring in how i would personally draw them if they were with their friend groups
yuji - fat, short but is a tad bit taller than nobara bc i can imagine it pisses her off
megumi - tall beanpole, long as hell, went thru like a million growth spurts throughout junior high and never wants to experience that again, still has baby face though
nobara - very short and stocky, square shaped with broad shoulders, is kinda insecure about her height so she tries to make up for it in any way she can
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gojo - gangly, would flutter out the open window of a car on a freeway, should look kinda weak with a constitution of -3 (has the added effect of giving a more visual indication of how normal he looks when not using his powers), is the shortest of the trio
geto - tall, ties height with shoko, a bit stocky around the middle but its not as obvious when hes wearing his priest robes
shoko - rectangle figure, honestly both her and geto would be built similarly if i were to draw them
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vanityloves · 3 years
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lol i updated my promo/pinned. heres spencer eating cereal for 30 seconds i still need to edit my carrd so w/e ajdjd
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I made a snail! His name is Cabbage. 
I’m actually kinda surprised at how semi realistic he turned out, because he was kind of an impulse project that I just randomly decided to start one night. As I went along, I looked at some reference photos and decided to add more realistic features, like the lower tentacles and the ruffles on the foot (the slimy lower body used for moving). 
I didn’t knit the shell, I just carefully used pieces of material from an old sweater. I sewed a long tube, stuffed it (but not too much, I still kept it loose), then slowly folded and sewed it into a spiral shape, little by little. The shell does make him kinda top-heavy, but that’s alright, he can always just lean on something ¯\_ʕ vᴥvʔ_/¯
For the body, I first crocheted a tube shape with one rounded end and slowly tapered it off into a pointed end. I added the ruffles afterwards, I made sort of a long, skinny rectangle shape that I slowly tightened and lessened as I built it up (hoizontally) to get the ruffle effect (that’s the best way I can explain it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯). I actually made the foot ruffle pieces in two halves and attatched them together once they were sewn on. I also made some smaller pieces for near the face and attatched them after. 
The upper and lower tentacles on the face are each made of two crochted rows, and sewn on. Then he was done and I’m very proud of the result!! ♡♡♡ (b ^ω^)b ♡♡♡
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thebad---catholic · 2 years
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DC Body headcannons
Bruce starts pretty top heavy. Broad shoulders and big chest that narrows to lean hips and smaller legs. Over time, he evens out and his quads especially get bigger. Hips and waist stay snatched tho.
Diana is an hour glass shape, and my girl is beefy. Big chest, big arms, big legs- she’s just big. Her and Clark wear the same size clothing.
Clark is also beefy, but not nearly as shapely as the other two. He’s kinda chubby, and always had a dad bod, which gets more pronounced with age. Soft, friendly. Not at all intimidating
Dick is bottom heavy. Long neck, narrow shoulders, small chest, and wide hips with powerful legs bc of all his flips and shit. Obviously caked up we all know that
Barb has a medium build. Her and Dick are about the same size, but her weight is more evenly distributed. Not nearly as cakey, unfortunately. Post killing joke, her strength gets concentrated in her arms, but she does what she can to maintain her leg strength.
Jason is built like a fucking brick. Strongck. Birthing hips on that mf
Tim starts as a tiny rectangle and develops into a slightly larger rectangle. Lean is the word. And he’s fast. Deceptively strong.
I honestly don’t know with Damian. He’s just built like..a kid? But a strong kid? And I guess he ends up similar to Bruce? Idk. I think Damian mostly looks like Talia, but I don’t think he’d get her body necessarily.
Jon and Conner never quite reach Clark’s size, and both are a bit leaner. Jon inherits the non threatening softness though, Conner is more angular.
All the speedsters are lanky. And I mean lanky. Thin. Like, turn sideways and disappear skinny. I think their powers take more of an obvious toll on them then other metas, and they’re all constantly eating just to like, survive.
Billy Batson is a skinny, not at all muscular kid. Captain Marvel, however, is a fucking mountain. Taller and wider than Clark. Like, noticeably so. Just an absolute Unit of a man. He’s a tank.
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neonponders · 3 years
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I just wanted to write about Billy noticing Steve now has a tummy and coming to terms with being ludicrously in love/turned on by his boyfriend 🥺
Mild warning for body dysphoria?
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Steve wore high waisted jeans. So it took a while for Billy to, um.
Notice.
Then he couldn’t stop noticing.
It kind of all crash landed into Billy’s brain at once: how long they’ve been together, that of course Steve’s lifestyle had changed, and whatever the hell “second puberty” was in your twenties -
Billy caught himself spiraling in a wave of justification. Justifying what? His surprise, maybe? Billy never before considered himself available to the notion of having a boyfriend with...a...
Okay it isn’t even that much. Like a week of salad, and Steve would be back to his lean, toned self. Maybe two weeks. But he isn’t even bigger, really.
Just softer.
Bigger only in the way men get as they wander towards thirty. Billy had noticed that much in himself. Finding a box of old pictures from Hawkins High and California lent to an afternoon of memory lane. Strange, how scrawny someone can be even with a layer of adolescent baby fat; even with how built Billy had made himself, and beat his peers with finishing their first puberty. Billy was still a kid in these photographs.
Now his bones are bigger, and his muscles sit differently on this skeleton than when he was seventeen and fighting the world.
It makes sense that Steve would be the same. Same swooshy, thick forest of hair. Same big ol’ eyes and pouty boy lips that he always offered up when Billy entered a room.
He kinda worshipped Billy - in a nontoxic, rational sort of way. In a, he’s still human and imperfect, sort of way.
So Billy just sort of sits back and observes for a while. He sees the defined indention of Steve’s waist because he isn’t a rectangle of muscle anymore. Billy sees the way Steve’s thighs fill out the tops of his jeans a little more than they used to. The way all of Steve’s sinew relaxes differently when he sits.
Billy’s still stuck on his own reputation. Which he doesn’t even have anymore because he and Steve have been going steady for literal years, live together, and holy shit this is what adults mean when you turn thirty but still have the brain of a nineteen year old - 
“You’re brooding again.”
The words take longer to land than the kiss on his forehead. Billy blinks up at Steve sitting on the couch, legs brushing Billy’s shoulder because he’s sitting on the floor with his back to the couch.
“I’m what?”
“Brooding. You frown when you think hard on stuff.”
“Since when do I brood?”
“Since ever,” Steve laughs softly. He draped an arm over Billy’s shoulders and wrapped it further around his head. He stroked between Billy’s brows. “You have a line here.”
On reflex, Billy counters, “No, I don’t.”
Steve releases him and leans back into the couch. “It comes and goes. It’s here today, though. You okay?”
Billy sure as hell doesn’t want to talk about whatever streets are paving themselves on his face. He gets up and doesn’t so much as tackle Steve into the couch, as he lands on his sternum with practiced experience. Steve’s body tilts, sending them horizontally across the couch while they adjust their legs accordingly.
“B?” Steve chirps, not letting this go until Billy gives him confirmation.
“Mmokay,” he muffled.
If brooding burns energy, then it would make sense that he passed out quickly on Steve’s body. Soft, through his well-worn shirt. Stable, because of the muscle and bones underneath.
It makes him more forgiving when Steve rouses him later to move to the bed. “You drool in your sleep,” he teases, though yanking the shirt off as Billy drops his shorts and boxers.
Billy swallows wetly, groggy eyes falling onto his new - or not so new - softness. Steve probably notices, because he entwines his arms behind Billy’s neck to draw him close, press their bodies flush, and kisses him.
Billy’s brain goes deliciously fuzzy. His penis kicks between Steve’s legs. Like, really salutes the body against him.
Steve controls the kiss. Tilts their heads to the other side. Soft, open mouthed pecks leaving Billy winded and keeping his eyes closed in between each one. Billy knows Steve is looking at him. Watching him. Billy blindly moves his hands around that waist and rubs up and down his back. Kisses the side of Steve’s mouth and follows the plain of his cheek to the ridge of his jaw. Plants a grove of kisses along Steve’s shoulder.
Steve’s body feels good. His cheek against Billy’s hair. His lips on Billy’s neck. His thighs around Billy’s hips as he pushes into that plush, hot home. He likes the way Steve grips his ass, spurring him further. He also likes Steve’s stamina, spooning his backside and lifting Billy’s thick thigh over his own prying Billy open.
Once Billy notices it, he can’t get enough.
And after too many double sessions and lazy energetic mornings together, Billy wraps his arms around Steve from behind and knits his brows together. “Where’d it go?”
Steve looks left and right, over their kitchen counters. “Where’d what go?”
“Your belly.”
“My what?”
“You heard me.”
Steve can’t help the bubbly laughs that come out of him, what with Billy’s hands wandering all over his torso. “Stop that! I told you Robin pressured me into going to her fitness place.”
“What?” Billy reared back without letting him go. “When?”
“When you were brooding,” Steve said pointedly. “Robin likes to exercise with a buddy. She’s all about these barre and aerobics classes... What are you doing?”
Billy picked the phone up off the wall. “Having a word with the lesbian.”
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Could. Could I request SOFT TM SWAPAROO!BEAST/KING FLUFF??? aa??
The job you had was rather... peculiar one.
It certainly wasn’t the strangest job you’ve ever had in this crazy city, not by a long shot, but it was perhaps the most interesting you've had yet.
You were a personal maid.
That in itself was a pretty ordinary job title, which is why you didn't hesitate to apply for the job when you saw it online one day.
It was described simply as a live-in kind of gig with some rather long hours attached and a rather strange set of requirements, but the pay was way too good for you to pass up.
So you applied.
You were met the very next morning with a very strange phone call from a very callous individual who asked you some very bizarre questions.
The kind of questions you very much never asked for a job interview.
...Which made the whole thing seem very suspicious to you.
Still the money was very tempting so you decided to... very much continue with the job application anyways.
After what felt like more of an interrogation than a proper interview, the voice on the phone had told you to come down to the 'estate' for a face to face, and from there they would decide if you really got the job or not.
At this point you had expected a couple of things.
Like, maybe this was just some kind of prank and you'd show up to an empty lot, or... maybe it was a really elaborate ruse to rope you into some kinda weird pyramid scheme?
Wouldn't have been the first time that kinda stuff happened with all the different jobs you've applied to over the years.
Well, what you hadn't expected was to show up to the most ominous looking mansions you could've ever imagined; complete with deep dark colors, thorny rose bushes and several tacky gothic ornaments that made the whole thing look like it popped straight out of a storybook for a villain.
To top the whole affair off you met the owner of said villainous mansion; one very tall, very intimidating skeleton, who held the same callous tone as the one who spoke to you over the phone.
...A Fell...
And that's when your heart sank.
Seems like your bad feeling was right.
.......Until it wasn't.
The exchange you ended up having with him was actually rather pleasant, and he seemed to warm up to you rather quickly when you made an unexpected friend out of his cat. His sour expression ended up turning.. well.. less sour at the very least, and from there the two of you really seemed to hit it off.
Your job, as he described, would be easy.
Take care of his recluse brother.
......And that was it...?
Alright, you said.
And really, that was it.
You were given a rather cool looking (although also kinda tacky) uniform which completely matched the whole dark and gothic interior of the house, a tour of the place, and a small list of duties you were expected to perform daily along with anything else his brother asked of you.
Anything else, Papyrus took care of.
Cool.
Great.
Stellar, really.
What your new boss failed to mention was how much of a recluse his brother really was.
Like, the guy didn't even leave his room the first few days you were there.
You exchanged very few words with him through a large set of double doors on occasion, and you eventually managed to work out a bit of a schedule where he'd leave his room for a few hours and you'd tidy his space up.
You still ended up never seeing him.
He'd always miraculously disappear before you came in, even the few times you'd shown up just a few minutes early in hopes that'd you catch a glimpse of this guy.
But, no luck.
The whole affair just left you feeling rather curious about who exactly it was you were taking care of. You could tell from picking up his room that he was tall, much like his brother, but also kinda wide.
Built more like a square than a rectangle.
You could also tell he had a variety of interests from the books always messily littering his room. Anything from astronomy to zoology, all of the pages meticulous marked with sticky notes and papers with hastily scribbled notes on them. There was also an assortment of crafty things, like fabrics and chains always hastily thrown together on a desk that he apparently used to make things, such as outfits for himself.
It was cute, in a way.
He even eventually made something for you.
A gold bracelet, decorated with most delicate porcelain red roses who's petals were also trimmed in gold.
A thank you, he said, for taking care of him... and for filling the halls of this home with your singing.
You absolutely adored it, which is why it made you all the more determined to finally meet with him face to face.
Of course though, just like with everything else in your life, none of your plans ever worked out. Every opportunity to catch a peek at him was missed, even on the days where you would slide him things like meals through his door. He was always shadowed by the light in his room, so you could never see his face, and he always closed the door so quickly so your eyes could never adjust.
It was.. a little frustrating but, really it wasn't your place to push why he hid away.
You did happen to ask Papyrus one day when you were helping him tend to the rose bushes, but he all he told you was that his brother was shy around other people.
...Shy your fuckin' ass.
Sure, he was sweet. You could tell that from not only the gift he gave you, but also from the extended conversations you'd have with him on the other side of the door. He was a bit quiet in your first few exchanges but eventually warmed up a lot more to you the more you tried to strike up friendly conversations. He ended up becoming a little more cheeky, and seemed to have a certain skill for making you bust your butt laughing with his otherwise raunchy humor.
Really.. with that kind of smoother talker personality you really had to wonder what he went through to make him so cautious around others.
But.. again it just wasn't your place to ask.
You were here to make a paycheck, not invest yourself into the problems and lives of others... despite how much you enjoyed working for your employers.
Both of the brothers ended up treating you very well.
You were paid handsomely and never felt yourself being overworked. They never asked anything outrageous of you, gave you a rather lovely living quarters all to yourself on the estate grounds and even gave you adequate days off.
The whole thing almost really felt like some kind of fairy tale.
So here you were again, living in a small piece of your own world as you wandered the halls of the estate in the late hour, technically past your shift.
The rain pitter pattered against the window as you traveled with a laundry basket in hand, your last chore for the day. It had taken a while to dry thanks to the damp weather, and even though you were technically due to be off you wanted to have this finished before retiring for the evening.
Just needed to drop it off in front of Sans' room and away you'd g-
"mrow?"
You inhaled quickly at the sound, jumping a bit before turning back to look down the hall at a familiar white cat in the distance.
"Oh stars above, it's just you Doomy," you breathed out, placing a hand to your chest.
The cat meowed again as it trotted closer to you, so you carefully set down the laundry basket to scoop up the white cat in your arms.
"You scared the hell out of me! Didn't Papyrus ever teach you it's bad manners to sneak up on others you silly little cat?" you whispered softly as she purred in your arms.
Oh you could never stay mad at Doomfanger for too long.
She was just too cute, and always liked to keep you company on nights like this when Papyrus had to attend to business in town. Certainly made you feel a lot less lonely, even though you knew someone else was technically in this house too-
CREAK.
You froze again, hearing nothing but silence until the floors creak again underneath someone's footstep.
Then another.
And another.
Closer and closer.
......
Alright well you were armed with nothing but your two fists, some laundry and a cat, but Papyrus had left the whole estate in your care tonight and you would be damned before you disappointed him!
So, you turned confidently to face whoever was stalking these halls before being met with...
"...Sans?"
You're not exactly sure what compelled you to call out his name, considering whoever you were looking at had a blanket covering their shoulders and head, but apparently your guess was right as he froze on the spot.
"...Jeez, both you and Doomfanger are apparently determined to scare me out of my wits tonight," you finally sighed, letting the cat go as she gracefully landed and sauntered her way over to Sans before rubbing up on to his leg.
He still seemed frozen in place, his head tilted ever so slightly in your direction but the blanket he wore over his head still casted him into shadows thanks to the dim lighting of the halls. The only thing you could properly see were a pair of eyelights burrowing into you, one red and one white.
"Is.. everything ok?" you asked, picking up the laundry basket and carefully approaching closer.
Clearly it wasn't considering he was out of his room when you were here but...
"....left.."
"Huh?" you asked, still trying to at least keep some respectable distance between you both but also taking a step in to catch what he was saying.
"i...i-i thought you.. already.. so i......... snack..."
He was fumbling with his words, seeming to shrink in a bit on himself almost in fear or some kind of embarrassment.
"Oh! No, sorry!" you explained with a quick wave of your hand. "I just had this last load to finish but it took forever to dry so I stuck around a little longer to get it done!"
You did your best to smile warmly at him, which you hoped would ease a bit of the tension he was holding, but it didn't.
Instead he became... really...
Red.
Very, very red in fact.
So much so that it actually lit up his face, and for once you could actually see him as he stared back at you, seeming transfixed upon your features. There were harsh cracks and scratches splintered over his face, and just the faintest hint of gold where a tooth would have been.
"...Huh.."
Your words seemed to snap him out of whatever kind of trance he was in and he quickly covered his face with a clawed hand.
"n-no! this...! i.. didn't...! mean to... scare..."
He seemed to be scrambling for words again, but you were still dazzled by what you just saw, unable to keep the sparkle down in your own eyes.
"You've...."
He continued to cover his face with his other hand.
"......got some crumbs on your face."
.............
He carefully peeked at you between his claws, that red eyelight of his slightly enlarged and looking.. incredibly confused.
"Here," you said, tapping your own cheek.
Sans seemed to pause again, carefully removing once of his hands to rather quickly wipe his face.
"Nope, other one!" you giggled, unable to resist the smile climbing over your face once again.
Another attempt and another miss.
You could feel his eyelight bore into you some more when you laughed a bit more loudly this time, shaking your head and setting down the laundry basket once more.
"Oh my gosh, just..! C'mere!" you finally said, taking a few more steps while pulling a handkerchief out of your pocket.
He stared again for a few more moments, hesitating only slightly before carefully bending down to your level and slowly moving his hands from his face.
You lightly placed a hand on one of his rather tense cheeks before gently wiping the other, making note of the kind of crumbs he still had clinging to his face thanks to the red glow that still illuminated his cheekbones.
Slowly you felt the tension he held melt away and soon enough it felt like he was resting his head in the palm of his hand while a gentle rumbling noise made itself present to your ears.
"....Did you eat the last of the cookies?" you asked, glancing back up him only to see him quickly look away from you.
".........maybe," he said softly, letting out a small gruff laugh.
"Ooooh, Papyrus is going to have an absolute fit when he gets back," you snickered.
"...yeah i know..s'fine," he mumbled softly. "..just gonna blame it on you."
"Hey!!"
"...or doomfanger.."
"Oh my stars, do not blame the cat you goober!"
"what? i'm pretty sure you'd both get in less trouble than i would!"
"That's not the point you jerk, haha!"
"..heh.."
Yeah.. this... really was quite the peculiar job, wasn't it?
Strangely though, you liked it.
A lot.
Especially now that you got to see just how cute the skeleton beyond the door really was.
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Notes: READ WARNINGS!!
Please I really want you to be safe.. anyways, this is mainly a set up for the next chapter.. it has a shit ton of angst prepare yourself.
Also am very sorry it is late!! ‘‘Twas very hard for me to start writing it, btw I started another AU please go check it out, thank you <3
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Warning: Torture I go into detail, gore, cussing manipulation, characters lose sense of reality.
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In case you missed:
Chapter 1:
Chapter 6:
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Inspired by:
Humans are Space Velociraptors
By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain
Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships
By: mmmajora
Home Again, Home Again
By: teeth_eater
All works can be found on Ao3
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Change 7: This is a dream… right?
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He was back where he started this whole thing.
In a cage.
One cage over from the door and now in the middle of the room. It felt empty and bare, yet full of an uncomfortable sense of dread and fear, though he would never admit that aloud.
This time there was only one other cage in sight. The room had changed as well. It was no longer covered in grime, or smelled of blood. Instead it was a sickly white and smelled of rubbing alcohol. Which caused his nose to burn with the overwhelming scent of the cleaning supplies, making the entirety of the room feel more and more like one of those horror stories in hospitals, the only difference being that this one was real.
The thing that replaced the other cages and humans was an operating table with vials and tools that Tommy couldn’t identify.
There were no lights currently, except for the same small door window, which was the only thing that really stayed the same.
It was cold, it felt empty. There was no description fit for the amount of dread Tommy felt. It was built up after laying in the dark for so long. It burned his gut and made his head swirl with thoughts of what would happen next.
He wouldn’t ever admit he was scared, but the situation kinda explained itself.
Without warning the door swung open. No squeaks like last time, just a smooth motion allowing the room to be basked in yellow light from the hall.
Then the lights turned on, immediately causing Tommy to shut his eyes. His head started throbbing and every fiber in his body screamed at him to run. The lights turned into blurry blinding blobs that lit everything in a white fire, making it apparent that the room was indeed scrubbed of any stains or blood. Once his eyes finally adjusted, his migraine caught up to him, making the entire thing unbearable.
“Hello there!” An alien stepped in the room. Their features were outlined in white and their skin wasn’t even recognized, simply because it looked like a shadow. They had claw-like hands and wore glasses over their white to red eyes. They had a black doctor’s coat and wore black pants with white knee high boots. They had a devilish tail along with devil horns and a floating white halo. Their fangs poked out from a blinding white mouth, which was curved into a practiced smile.
“My name is BadBoyHalo, but you will refer to me as Dr. Halo.” They finished with a sickly sweet tone and a side smile, “My pronouns are he/him, and I will be taking care of what happens while you’re here.. not that you will ever leave of course.”
His mind was racing. Everything told him this was real, but he couldn’t help but pray that it was all a sick dream.
“Now we will start off easy and move onto the harder stuff later! Please refrain from trying to run, we have a shock function attached to your translators.” This caught him off guard. Why was he using plural tenses?
He looked towards the other cage, that’s when he noticed the strange bee alien also wearing a petrified expression. His eyes didn’t wander to the other cage, only watching Dr. Halo.
“Now who do we start with?” The doctor asked, even though he clearly already knew. A twisted smile shone on his face letting the light catch the awfully amused glint in his eyes, “Let’s start with the droneling!”
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There was no explanation for where the two went.
They simply vanished. No traces to follow or reasons to run.
The only logical explanation was Dream catching them. Which meant Techno would have to ask around for where the ship was harboring. The only problem being, he was awful at talking to people.
“So what do you wanna know?” A tall Wollylock person asked, she was the only known person to know anything about Dream, being his mother and all.
“Er- information on the Dream Team Ship.” Techno stated rather awkwardly.
“Why?” The captain asked, impatience clearly visible with her expression.
“They took two starlings from my crew.” At that the captain practically fumed with furry.
“I will help. After all, that boy needs to learn some manners.” The captain stated, her determination was infectious. “What is your craft’s name?”
“The SBI Craft, piloted by captain Philza.” He said robotically.
“Course it has to be Phil. That man has what, four kids he claimed to his crew..”
“Technically, I am not a kid, neither is Wil- Er our scientist, so really he’s only harboring three kids, now one since two were taken..” Techno decided that was the best explanation he could come up with, though there was really no point.
The captain chuckled and brushed off the other’s attempts at defending the crew. “Just send me the ship’s cords and your captain’s contact and I will be in touch.” With that the captain slid a communicator over the table and walked out of the sketchy bar.
Techno made his way back to the ship and delivered his captain the news. He tried to ignore the gut feeling that everything was wrong…
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(The next section has graphics depictions of torture and gore, please skip this section if it could or will trigger you in any way, there is a summary at the end. Thank you <3)
The world moved unbearably slow. The cage opened ever so smoothly, making him want to throw up. It was the sign that everything was going to go to hell.
That’s what this has to be right? A hellish nightmare that wasn’t real..
No that wasn’t right..
Did it matter?
A hand yanked his wrist out of the cage and into the blinding white room, that felt like fire surrounding him as he stepped to the operating table.
Needles and scalpels were set neatly on a silver tray. The restraints were heavy and felt like they burned his wrists and ankles. He was pushed onto the table as the ‘doctor’ slapped on gloves. More restraints were clipped over his waist and thighs.
Then something pinched his leg. He felt the blood rushing it’s way down to the cut, as a scalpel carved out a rectangle. He could hear scissors cutting something, and distant screams… were they from him?
He didn’t know at this point. More agonizing cuts on his legs along with a couple of needle pin marks.. a couple snaps of an illusion disk and a bit of writing, on both his skin and paper..
He couldn’t really feel anything after the first one, only simply knowing that his body was reacting to the pain yet his brain hadn’t quite caught up with reality.
It was like he wasn’t exactly controlling his body, just simply existing in the dream-like state. Time didn’t exist there, neither did recognition of the pain. Emotions ran wild. Turning all of his thoughts sour as he attempted to remember what happened.
It wasn’t until the doctor un-clipped him and put him back into the cage that he noticed the other.
That’s who did this to him. That’s the person that pushed him through pain.
The human wore a terrified expression as the doctor took him out for his turn.
He couldn’t help but smile at the other’s pain. The other deserved it..
Right?
(If you skipped this, Tubbo got tortured and blamed Tommy for the situation.)
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“IT’S BEEN A FUCKING MONTH! And you still haven’t found your son’s damn ship?!” The man on the other line was furious, and rightfully so.
Puffy undoubtedly understood the anger the man had. I mean she had been in the situation before when her youngest was kidnapped by another crew of pirates. The only difference in this situation was she was fighting against her son, her duckling… when did her duckling turn sour?
“You’re right about that, Phil. I can assure you Niki is doing everything in her power to track them down, along with Jack.” Jack joined the team after Puffy met Niki.
She must admit that having someone working in the ISF had its perks. Though no one could fully trust him. For good reason of course.
“Ponk is ‘talking’ to Sam, he sure as hell ain’t cracking yet.” She finished bitterly, “Like I said Quakity is waiting for his monthly letter from his fiancé, which would hopefully give us a clue at where to look.”
“I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it’s been a month.. Wilbur said the humans barely last a full week if they aren’t treated..” The worry was lining his face and causing the bags under his eyes to look more like nasty black eyes. His face was sullen making it apparent the man hadn’t been eating properly. His wings ruffled at every noise and he seemed to be running purely on coffee. Puffy wanted nothing more than to return the man’s unofficial sons back to him.
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Everything was great!
The plan worked perfectly, and Sam hadn’t cracked yet.
Meaning he could easily start on the next faze. The only issue would be he’d have to gain both of the starling’s trust.
Even if the present was a bitter reality lined with things that would annoy him, the end result would be worth it.
Having a human and a nuke expert by his side would allow him to have everything he ever wanted.
Power.
Not just power, but all the things that came with it. He wouldn’t be questioned again, and everything and anything he said would be the final word.
It would be hell for those who crossed him, and even worse for those who abandoned him.
Wilbur, Sam, Ant, Quackity, Foolish, and even mother dearest, Puffy. They would all pay for their disloyalty. Once this is all over, they would never cross him again.
I mean he did give up everything to gain this life.
There was nothing to lose and everything to win, and he’d be damned if he didn’t win.
I mean he sold his soul for this!
It was all worth it.. right?
Of course it is. Stop doubting me child.
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28 days of torture, and now they were sitting with their captors playing house.
It was wrong. So utterly wrong.
“Eat your food Tommy.” The captain commanded.
Tommy complied not wanting to go back in the cage. Every day he woke up there, more things were shoved into him and more pain was given.
“You too Tubbo.” The command was given and the other complied, the same fear visibly shown.
“Reports.” Dream stated sternly, the rest of the crew compiled without hesitation.
It was a bunch of regular reports of how no one knew where they were, what supplies needed to be restocked, the current condition of the ship, and any developments with the news. A bunch of boring bullshit. He bit back any sarcastic remarks that threatened to spill, but refrained in fear of what they would do to him.
The crew was dismissed leaving Tubbo, Tommy, and Dream alone.
“I want both of you to listen.” Dream started his tone raising all hairs on the back of Tommy’s neck, “Phil and his crew led you to us. They didn’t comply the first time and poisoned your minds. We did the right thing, and fixed you. Now, there are some rules you have to follow. You may not wander the ship, only go anywhere with one of the crew members. You will both share a room and follow the same schedule. Anything you do that is not an order deserves a punishment, for it is proof of what the other crew poisoned you with. Now! Go to your room, it has a black door.” With that the man finished and the pair headed towards their room.
The speech sounded right, yet felt wrong. But everything was justified, therefore it was fine. Plus the worrying was just a problem for future Tommy, maybe that’s what Dream meant by the other crew poisoning him.
The other said nothing as they entered the room, only fixing Tommy with a bitter gaze which turned into something of confusion. Neither one slept, they couldn’t bring it in themselves to sleep, especially since Dream hadn’t told them to.
Instead both of them settled into a silence as they lay on their bed, only getting up when the man told them too. This was all they could really do as they faced their new reality. Slowly but surely their brains began to believe every word of the speech. Finally when the man asked to join him, a bubbly sickly joy gave them the grace to finally help their rescuer.
Six months after the initial capture, one month of torture and five months of vigorous training, consisting of fighting, weapon design, and hours of studying blueprints, they were finally able to go on their first mission with their rescuer, not questioning anything any of the crew said at this point. Sick months of training and they became living weapons ready for whatever the cruel world threw at them…
This is a dream.. right?
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Chapter 7- End
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Hahahaha I am in pain from writing this... please bare with me.. ;-;
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Dream is being a manipulative bastard... I mean the character. More specifically my take on Dream’s character in this situation... ahhhhh
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I hope you’re staying safe, don’t forget to take care of yourself!! <3 also likes are appreciated but reblogs are always better! <3
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Losing Time
This story is not in my usual continuity, but was written for Wendip Week 2021, topic "Time Travel."
for Wendip Week 2021
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Mabel faced a hard decision when she called in that favor.
She was nearly thirty, she was a successful clothing designer, she had a steady romantic partner, life was good. But then on a visit to Gravity Falls, she visited the grave of good old Waddles, whose heart had given out the previous winter, while she was off in New York.
And she hadn't been able to say goodbye.
And despite the fact that she was all grown up and everything, it ripped at her heart—that she hadn't said farewell to her most favorite pet of all time. It wasn't that he hadn't been well cared for—Soos saw to that, giving the pig all the comforts and plenty of food. It wasn't that he was cut off in his youth—seventeen is a good long life for a pig. It's just that—
Well, now she knew how Dipper felt.
Speaking of whom.
Dipper and Wendy were coming up on their tenth wedding anniversary, they had adorable twins, age six, names Alexander and Amanda, and they lived in the Mystery Shack. Grunkles Stan and Ford still technically owned the place, and Soos ran it, but over the years he and Melody had expanded it until their own growing family caused Soos to have a separate house built just across the road, and he and his family of six—he, Melody, Benny, Betty, Alma, and little Stanley—had made the short move. Dipper had inherited Grunkle Ford's role as investigator of the weird, Wendy was a nationally-known consultant on forestry issues, and they took over the living space that Soos had left vacant.
Ford, now semi-retired, still came over to work with Dipper down in the secret labs when some project was afoot. Grunkle Stan came over to help when the Shack was swamped with tourists in vacation season, but he spent a lot of his time visiting casinos all over the world, where his odd luck always brought him a steady income.
The attic bedroom had become disused.
"Can I stay?" Mabel asked in a small voice just at sunup that day. "Just for a couple weeks?"
"Sure, Mabes!" Wendy said. "Any time, you know that."
Dipper, now sporting a goatee and wearing glasses to correct mild myopia, said, "Sis, what's wrong?"
With a sad smile, Mabel said, "You can tell, huh? Just getting all sentimental. Missing Waddles."
"Oh," Dipper said. "That. We're sorry you couldn't make it back in January."
"It was so unexpected," Wendy said. "He was OK, you know, kinda slow and sleepy all the time, and then one morning we found him in his stall. He'd passed in his sleep."
"He was comfortable to the end," Dipper said. "The heat was on. He didn't freeze or anything. He looked peaceful."
"We buried him down the hill," Wendy told her. "Come on, we'll walk you down."
The place was pretty, a small clearing off to the right of the Mystery Trail. Grass had greened the mound, dewy now with the dawn, and—Mabel couldn't help sobbing—Dipper and Wendy had put up a marker, one of those you could buy for a cherished dog or cat. It read,
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WADDLES
2012-2029
Always Loved
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"Could you just leave me here for a few minutes?" asked Mabel.
Dipper hugged her. "Sure, Sis," he said. "Take y our time."
Wendy hugged her, too. "You gave him a good life," she said.
When the two had left, Mabel took a deep breath and took something that looked like a thick button from her jeans pocket. She held it between finger and thumb, close to her lips, and said, "OK, Blendin Blandin, you owe me one."
And without fuss, explosions, or special-effects noise, he was there, beside her, in his old uniform. "M-Ma-Mabel," he said, smiling. "Hi. It's be-been a wh-while."
"Yeah," she said. "You're looking—exactly the same. How's Time Baby?"
"Te-te-teething," Blendin said with a grimace. "The ne-next thou-thousand years are go-gonna be hard. I gu-guess you want your fa-favor now?"
"I do," she said. "Waddles passed away last January. I don't want to bring him back to life or anything. I've learned better than that. But I didn't get to see him before he went, and I really want to visit him one last time. So—could I borrow a time tape?"
"I pro-promised," he said. "I always carry a sp-spare these da-days. Here."
"And I also need your advice," Mabel said, accepting the heavy time-travel device. "I want to visit Waddles on the happiest day of his whole life."
"You-you'll have to a-avoid meeting yourself," Blendin warned. "That would be cat-cata-catas—bad."
"Agreed," she said.
"Let me find out how to se-set the co-coordinates, then," he said. "Just a se-second."
He blinked out of existence for just three seconds, then reappeared, slapping at his hair, which was smoldering. "Th-that was two we-weeks of hard wo-work!" he said. "Lucky this-this is m-my va-vacation month. OK, I've reviewed Wa-Waddles' s li-life and this will ta-take you to the ex-exact day when he was happiest. You can ha-have the wh-whole day, or eight hours any-anyway, bu-but remember to a-avoid me-meeting yourself."
"Will do."
Blendin set the time tape, warned, "It will br-bring you ba-back to the present automatically. Ha-have a g-good time-tr-trip."
The strange noiseless explosion, a moment of spinning disorientation, and poof! there she was, at the edge of the woods behind the Shack. The sun was just rising.
"Out you go," she heard a girl's voice say from the back door.
She saw a rectangle of yellow light. Oh, my God, that's me, in my old sleep shirt! I'm twelve! I'm so young!
Her younger self held the door for Waddles—He's so cute and tiny!—and the pig stepped out, sniffed the air, and waddled over close to the woods to take care of his morning business.
Let's see. I always let him out, then had breakfast, then called him back in, so I have about half an hour before I have to duck out of sight.
"Waddles," she called softly.
He heard and galumphed over to her. He knew her. Her different size, her different voice, didn't matter. She scooped him up. "Oh, I love you!" she said as he curled into a ball and nuzzled her cheek. "Let's go for a walk."
She set him down, and they went down the Mystery Trail, past the Bottomless Pit—not yet fenced off—and as far as the bonfire clearing, where she sat on a log and played with him, laughing through tears. "I'm gonna have to say goodbye, later," she whispered. "But remember, no matter what, I'll always love you!"
Too soon she heard her own younger voice calling, probably for the second time and more loudly, "Waddles!"
"Go on," she told the pig, patting his bottom. He trotted back to the other Mabel, his Mabel.
What day is this? Mabel wondered. What day made him happiest?
She sat too long. Someone spoke, startling her. "Whoops, sorry, didn't know anybody was here!"
Wendy.
Mabel stood up. "I was just, uh—I used to come here when I was a girl—" she began.
"Mabel?" Wendy asked, blinking and staring. "Mabel? Is that you?"
"Haven't changed all that much, have I?" she asked. "Oh, my God, you're so young! Can—can I hug you?"
She was a little bit taller than the fifteen-year-old Wendy, who would add a few inches to her height in the next two years. Mabel couldn't help crying again. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to let anyone see me. Time travel. I came back to—to visit Waddles."
"Oh, man," Wendy said. "Dipper's told me about this kind of stuff! Come on back to the Shack and surprise him!"
"No, I can't," Mabel said. "Don't even tell him you met me. That would cause problems with time."
"Oh."
Something in Wendy's voice hit her then. "Uh—what's wrong, Wendy?"
"Just—just the end of summer," Wendy faltered. "I—I hate that you and Dip are goin' home today."
Oh, my God! Of course! Waddles thought I was gonna leave him, and I nearly had to, but Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford made the bus driver take him aboard—of course he was happiest on that day!
"Oh, yeah," Mabel said. "Our birthday was yesterday. We turned thirteen."
"Technical teens," Wendy said with a ghost of a grin. A tear ran down her cheek.
"But you don't have to cry," Mabel said.
"I—I guess I can tell you a secret," Wendy said. She sat on the log, and Mabel sat beside her. "See, Dipper admitted to me a while back that he has a crush on me. I already knew, but I had to let him down. You know, me fifteen, him twelve. But now he's going away, and I'll never see him again, and—I just can't tell him I'm kinda-sorta in love with him, too. It's hard, Mabel."
Mabel bit her lip. "Listen," she said. "I may get in big trouble because of this, but—OK, I'm gonna say it. You gotta give Dipper a note. Have all his friends here sign it. You sign it, too. Here's the most important part—write on it 'See you next summer.' And wait for him. He'll come back. And he'll grow up, Wendy. And if you wait for him—it's gonna happen. I promise. Just stay in touch, and—most important—when the time comes, the age difference won't mean a thing."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Trust me, I know. OK, I've got a few hours today. I'm gonna stay close to the Shack and get in as much time with Waddles as I can. Then I'm going back to the future, and thirteen-year-old Mabel and Dipper are going back to Piedmont. But he doesn't just have a crush, Wendy. He really and truly loves you. So write the note, give it to him before he gets on the bus, and things will all work out. Promise me?"
"Yeah. I promise."
"Oh—and tell Grunkle Stan that when the time comes for us to leave, to make sure Waddles gets on the bus, too! I—Oh, I love you like a sister, Wendy! You won't believe how happy you're gonna be with Dip."
"That—that means a lot to me, Mabes," Wendy whispered.
"OK, you'd better get back. Don't say anything to anyone about this. Be sure to do the note thing. Oh, and Wendy—do me one more favor?"
"Sure, what?"
"Tell Pacifica that Mabel's waiting—in the future. Don't explain."
"All right," Wendy said with a lopsided smile. "I'll do it." She mimed zipping her lip.
The day passed. Out of her eight hours, Mabel spent about three in Waddles's company as her brother and her younger self got ready to leave Gravity Falls. She spent more time standing out of sight, watching things unfold—finally the kids coming out, glum, with their suitcases, the bus pulling up, Dipper and Mabel and—finally—Waddles climbing aboard. And all their friends running as far as they could to see the twins and the pig off.
She stood alone near the Shack. The flash came. Benjamin stood there. "How d-did it go?"
"It went good," Mabel said, handing over the time tape. "I said goodbye." She sniffled and a tear ran down her cheek. "I'll still miss him but I—I can handle it now. Uh, how much time has gone by while I—?"
"A m-minute," Blendin said. "Well, I-I g-guess we're e-even."
"Thanks, Blendin. Goodbye."
"N-no, I d-don't think it's g-goodbye," he said, smiling. "I'll s-see you again. In time."
He flashed out of existence.
"Aunt Mabel!" It was red-headed Amanda, running down the hill to meet her. "Hi!"
Mabel swept her up in her arms. "Hi, Sweetie! Where's your bro-bro?"
Squirming, Amanda laughed. "He can't find his shoes!"
Carrying the six-year old up the hill to the Shack, Mabel laughed. "When your dad was six, he had the same problem! All the time! Every morning!" She paused and looked back at the green grave. "Hey, let me tell you a story about the most special pig in the whole world," she said, and they went back to join the family.
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The End
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Queen of the Ring | Drama Review
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A society where people are judged by appearances. A fantasy romance drama series where a girl finds a magical ring that transforms her into the most datable person.
Mo Nan Hee was never the attractive girl where guys would show interest. Until one day, she gets a magical ring that transformed her looks. Meanwhile, Park Se Gun, the most popular guy on campus for his looks and known to be shallow and dates attractive girls, falls head over heels for Nan Hee to her transformation. But Nan Hee was different from the other girls he dated in that she is socially inept and violent. Somehow, he finds himself falling even more in love with her despite her negative qualities…
Source: MyDramaList
Kinda Think This Was Worth a Bit of My Time
You know when you watch certain shows and then suddenly you become conflicted because you don't agree with how the show portrayed the moral of the story yet you actually enjoyed watching the show? Queen of the Ring is the perfect example. This web drama is about a girl who's supposed to be extremely ugly she never got what she yearned, love. After being disappointed by the crush she's had for months(?), she found out about her family heirloom, a magical ring. As long as someone else puts the ring on another person's finger, they start to see their dream crush in that person. And so the drama gets on from there, Se Gun - Nam Hee's crush - puts the ring onto her finger, begins seeing his dream girl in Nam Hee and they eventually start dating.
I will first talk about why I do not agree with how Queen of the Ring played out the moral of the story. The premise of this web drama is simply problematic. If you do not see a problem there, just swap the gender roles: The man becomes the one who owns the magic ring, he begins a relationship with the lady under the pretence that he is someone else. Now, look at Queen of the Ring again, using the same principles, is this web drama not problematic? Problem #1: The relationship blossomed from a lie and everybody knows that when a relationship is built on lies, it's simply a toxic relationship, a huge red flag and how do you protect a lie? You lie more.
Problem #2: The relationship was strongly focused on superficial needs. Nam Hee wore that ring, began that lie because she knew she was not good looking and Se Gun only dated drop dead gorgeous ladies. There were many instances when both leads discussed about physical appearances but they always ultimately agreed being good looking is the way of life (I'm paraphrasing here).
Really, the issue I have with this web drama is the fact that it emphasized just how important being good looking is, that being good looking makes you superior and above everyone else for a good part of the entire drama. Sure, at the end of the drama, they really teach you the moral of the story, that looks aren't everything and like what Nam Hee's mother said, you don't need to be beautiful to be loved. However, that part only came up in the last two episodes. What kind of lesson are you going to be teaching if someone who watched the show decided to drop the show before the last two episodes?
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With that being said, in spite of my issues with Queen of the Ring, I still throughly enjoyed this web drama. It's one hell of a short web drama; 6 episodes and 30-ish minutes per episode. The miscommunication did not drag for half the entire drama. It has dramatic (sorta) and emotional scenes, but there were as many comedic scenes too. And you know what I absolutely loved in Queen of the Ring? Nam Hee's mother and father, now that is a relationship worthy to use to teach viewers that being "beautiful" is not everything.
I would also like to post a question before ending this review. Was it necessary to include a love triangle/rectangle in this 6-episode web drama? To all Korean writers, love triangle is not a prerequisite trope for developing your stories.
Rating: ★★★★☆
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PLEASE talk more abt yr hlvrai design choices i would love 2 see tht!!! :]
OK ill explain a bit! im dozing off rn so pls understand that i dont know how to write or type.
ill probably do a little more indepth so i base a lot of my character designs on how the voice sounds. like what would this character look like based off how they sound, sounds can have shapes so voices can have shapes. little uh motifs i guess? in voice? also, more obvious, design based off personality and also (very loosely) based off the models.
i came up with the designs half way through watching act two. i think only the first ep of act 3 was out at the time so it was EARLY days there wasnt even funny halve live fandom yet rlly. but YEAH so i got to make designs without too much influence from others which is awesome
gordon is comedic straight man normal guy (even tho hes Not normal) hes very generic, kinda scruffy. hes the Main Character and i wanted him to ve very Main Character. hes built like a rectangle, but softer edges. kinda goes along w his voice honestly. just a dude youd see in the line at starbucks or smthn. cartoony glasses w weird dot eyes trope thnak YOU... gordon normal voice syndrome m gettin NOTHIN from this guy he also has a mullet u just cant see it w the ponytail
benrey looks human and is pretty human. bc my art style is the way it is. hes built like a squircle, very wide and imposing but not in a threatening way, in an agitating way. he looks pliable and soft, like playdoh. he doesnt emote, and when he does the expression is forced and awkward. hes an alien after all, and is kinda still getting used to the whole Human Body Thing. benreys voice sounds round!
(gordon and benrey dont have contrasting designs but they have a lot of similarities in both shape and build. bc i dont see them as direct opposites and see them more similar if anything. they dont contrast since Everyone antagonizes gordon one way or another.)
bubby is the definition of Prickly Old Bastard, literally and figuratively. not approachable but generally nonthreatening (somewhat). hes on Edge, easily agitated and uptight, thats why hes always wearing a turtleneck or his shirt collar goes up to his head almost lookin uncomfortably tight. wanted him to contrast coomer..! a lot of the lil details of his design face upwards and inwards. bubbys voice sounds angular!
coomer is round and soft, hes fat bc hes a boxer and also bc it makes him look sweet and approachable, even though hes a very dangerous always-ticking timebomb. i wanted him to look visibly strong but not anime-buff, and also wanted him to contrast bubbys design in almost every way, which is why he changed so drastically compared to my first hlvai art. a lot of the lil details of his design face downwards and inwards. coomers voice sounds round!
(note how coomer and bubby have contrasting character designs but still have similar aspects to them. i wanted them to have a statler/waldorf or bunsen/beaker situation,where theyre obviously a duo. theyre both da shortest in the science team...same height)
tommy is tall and has been since my first piece of hlvai fanart. i just LOVE softer almost unassuming characters standing out like a sore thumb and that MAINLY being bc theyre tall. his voice sounds very tall too, i wish i could explain how or why. baaulp said tommy was a cross between the secretary in twin peaks and pee wee herman and i ran with that. awkward beanpole that wears the same outfit everyday. loose spaghetti noodl. wobbly nd fluid never stiff!!
darnold is my newest design concept and i wanted him to be soda can shaped!!! thats honestly it, he was the easiest one to get. i had his design in mind since i watched the act 4 vod before the episodes were actually released. hes similar to gordon where i wanted to give him this Normal Guy Dad Look. his designs a lot less complex since i used the soda can shape concept AND jusr how his voice sounds.....
anyway when wayne talked abt my designs on stream i Died and also i feel like thats when they were adopted by a lot of the fandom and slowly started mutating into what the general fanon designs are now. except for coomer and darnold who im Sure i based off other folks' designs! same w some of benrey im sure. idk early hlvai fandom days r blurry bc my brain doesnt WORK
its 8am rigut now im passing out while i wanna make a better more informative post abt character design stuff inregards to Halve Live bc i LOVE to talk abt character design i love cartoons
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